Tap For A Surprise

tap for a surprise

Slashers x Airhead!reader headcanons

Warnings: Slightly sexual themes and jokes, usual murder expected of slashers, manipulation, mentioned! emotional abuse and brainwashing.

Basically, only a few of these are like… Initially fully consensual on the readers’ end, although nothing smutty happens, it is moreso joked about.

I wrote this in 8 hrs, so y’know, it’s not perfect~

Word Count: 7,222

Bo Sinclair:

You’d been going on a cross country road trip with your friends, when you all got lost in the middle of fuck all nowhere and your van broke down.

They’d mistakenly sent your air headed ass to go get part replacements, and it resulted in you getting lost in the nearby small town.

All the cool local attractions caught your attention ok?? IT WASN’T YOUR FAULT YOU GOT LOST!!

When you finally remembered you’d been sent on a task, you ran to the local mechanic’s shop and gas station, only to find it completely empty. You spent the next day looking for SOMEONE to talk to, finding the town unsettlingly empty, but you didn’t think much of it.

Maybe the people were just antisocial in this town?

When you finally found someone to talk to, named Bo Sinclair, he seemed extremely amused at your air headed shenanigans.

“Your friends left ya here yesterday night, doll. Sorry to tell ya.”

The absolute horror in your face must’ve amused him to hell and back, because he offered to let you stay with him instead.

Maybe your friends would come back for you, when they realized you were missing, you thought.

Flash forward another month, and it was obvious they weren’t coming back for you.

You quickly acclimated to country life, at least.

Bo was rather surprised to find you were very good at mechanical and farm work, oddly enough.

If it involved not focusing on one thing, sitting down, all at once, you were insanely intelligent at whatever it was you were doing.

However, one day while you were working on planting a few crops so you and his siblings wouldn’t have to go hunting as much, you dug up a rather familiarly dressed, half decomposed corpse of one of your friends in the back yard, earning a horrified scream and panic induced rush to go find Bo.

When you finally found him, he was in the mechanic’s shop, as usual at this time of day, however he seemed to be smugly amused as soon as you stepped into the shop, tears rushing down your face as you demanded to know why you’d found one of your friends buried in his back yard.

“Y’know, despite bein’ so smart, you really are kinda fuckin’ stupid to buy such a bullshit excuse on my part as to why they vanished, doll face.

He soon made a game out of manipulating and conning your gullible and air headed nature into staying with him, and eventually it developed into a more sexual and romantic relationship.

Call it Stockholm Syndrome, but he wasn’t so bad, if you looked past the murderous tendencies.

After a year being stuck with Bo and his two brothers, you had almost completely forgotten about the way you’d arrived in this small ghost town, and you’d settled into your new life rather happily.

They didn’t get onto you for being forgetful, excitable or ditzy, and you didn’t question what happened to the tourists who wandered through the town on occasion.

Vincent Sinclair:

You’d been traveling to an art exhibit in another town, and on your way you’d passed through a small ghost town.

At least it seemed to be a ghost town, but as you passed through, you decided to check out the local wax museum, and much to your surprise, someone did in fact live in this town.

You were exploring the wax museum, letting your distracable nature fully take over as you skulked around and looked over various art and sculptures hung and displayed around the massive museum.

You were startled by a tall, broad shouldered man, with thick, long black hair and a strange wax mask hiding his face, suddenly appearing behind you while you looked at a sculpture.

You awkwardly asked him if he’d made it, to which he nodded. You then asked if he’d made most of the things in here, and he nodded again.

And just like that you were going on and on about how talented and wonderful he was at such crafts, and he seemed to be enjoying your little rant.

He seemed rather sweet, and despite the unsettling wax mask he wore, and the fact that he never spoke, you two quickly took a liking to each other due to your mutual interest in artistic mediums.

You rather quickly forgot about your art exhibit trip, and instead decided to stay and keep him company for a while.

When his brother came barging in, demanding to know why you were here, you answered for him.

“I was passing through, but decided I’d stick around and keep this big guy company, is that a problem?”

The man, Bo, as he’d rather rudely introduced himself, reluctantly agreed to let you stick around, though you had a sneaking suspicion it was only because of the way his brother.

Vincent, you guessed, as there were only 3 of you and that surely wasn’t your name leaving Bo’s lips.

Bo agreed to let you stay, if you helped out around their house and kept Vincent company. You had to agree not to wander around and investigate things, oddly enough.

The two of you quickly grew close quickly, and within a few months, you were constantly hanging out with Vincent in his basement art studio, although you had no clue why he had such a strange wax machine in the corner, it almost looked like a torture chair, oddly enough.

You two would make different wax sculptures, paintings, and drawings together, as you were quiet the artist yourself.

Much to his enjoyment.

You often forgot to wash paint brushes, clean supplies, or after yourself after you’d finished a project, but Vincent didn’t mind, he’d simply pick up after you while humming quietly.

You often forgot to eat, or take care of yourself while immersing yourself into a project, and he’d gladly bring you water, food or gently remind you by pulling you away from the desk to go clean yourself up after a few days of focused work.

He never took off his mask, which only bothered you because it made kissing him and letting him know how you felt much more difficult.

You had to figure out how to tell him about your feelings verbally, which quickly proved to be a problem due to your air headed nature.

You would either forget, get distracted or simply get over anxious every time you tried to let Vincent know of your true feelings towards him.

You’d planned a nice picnic, as well as a movie beforehand that you planned to watch with him in the art studio.

However that quickly went flying out the window when he dragged a man, nearly half his size, screaming and sobbing through the art studio, slamming him down into the chair in the corner, and strapped him in.

From your hiding spot, you were forced to witness him burning the man alive with hot wax, much to your horror.

As soon as Vincent had left again, you ran.

You’d made it about 5 miles down the main road, when Bo’s truck came skidding to a halt behind you, and the much more rude brother dragged you by your hair into the truck, forcing you back into the ghost town.

You were kept locked up in their house after that, not allowed to leave, and even if Vincent tried to keep you happy, fed you and kept you hydrated, you refused to speak to him anymore.

A few months of this go by, and your stubborn feelings for the mute giant refused to fade, much to your disdain.

He was a murderer, you’d seen him kill someone, but oddly enough, you didn’t seem to care…

When he came to feed you dinner, you stared at him for a moment before finally speaking to him for the first time in almost 3 months.

“Are you in charge of that whole… murder thing, or is it Bo’s idea?”

He stopped, and stared at you for a moment, before pointing at the door, signifying an answer.

“Well, at least you’re just the muscle, I guess?” You’d mumbled before taking the bowl of soup from him. “D-did you find… The whole, surprise thing I’d planned?”

He nodded, and suddenly you felt much worse.

“I- I still like you… B-but… It’s kinda, complicated now, I guess.”

He hummed softly, lifting his wax mask up a bit, and pressed his scarred lips to your own.

And like that, you’d simply accepted that the man you were in love with was a murderer.

You had both gone back to normal after that, much to Bo’s distrust.

Brahms Heelshire:

You’d come to Britain for a nanny job, but much to your shock, you were babysitting a literal doll.

You didn’t mind much, considering that was MUCH less of a responsibility, and the rather strict schedule left very little room for your forgetful nature to interfere.

Although you were still late on occasion, there was no one around to be upset with you about your air headed shenanigans.

Slowly, you started to notice things going missing, winding up in places you didn’t remember leaving them, and most oddly… Your underwear would disappear, just to reappear somewhere in your room, nowhere near where you’d remembered leaving them.

After about another 5 months of this constant guessing game, it crossed your mind that…

Maybe…

That wasn’t a bunch of rats thumping around in the walls.

And that was only further solidified when you realized that the food stocked up in the spare freezer was progressively going missing.

So you wrote a note, and attached it to a container of spaghetti before putting it in the deep freezer.

What you didn’t expect, was some greasy, stocky, 6’5” man with a creepy doll mask to be standing over you at 4 am when you woke up from a nightmare.

You could’ve given an opera singer a run for her money, with how high you screamed when you saw the man standing over your bed.

He panicked almost as badly as you did, oddly enough. He didn’t think you’d wake up, he said, and he didn’t want to scare you or creep you out.

He was well aware how strange his living habits were, but after years of being locked in the walls by his parents, he didn’t really bother coming out when someone other than them was out and about in the house.

Explains why you’d never seen him before.

You practically DEMANDED that he stop lurking around in the walls, and actually y’know… Function like a normal human being.

He was the ACTUAL son of the Heelshire’s, come to find out. The kid never died in the house fire they mentioned when they’d hired you, he’d simply been scarred from the burns, and due to his somewhat unstable emotional state, even before the fire, they’d kept him on house arrest. And after the fire, they kept him LOCKED. IN. THE. WALLS.

Cue your ass going off on a 2 hour long rant about the psychological ramifications of such a neglectful parental decision, and his previous instability likely wasn’t even his fault, considering NO GOOD PARENT WOULD LOCK THEIR KID IN A FUCKING WALL!!

He agreed with you, oddly enough. He didn’t care much for his parents, come to find out.

He grew even more attached to you, following you everywhere, constantly keeping close to you and helping you with whatever you needed.

If you forgot to do something, or if you were behind schedule, he’d gladly do whatever you’d forgotten, or get whatever you were running behind on started for you until you’d run into the room in a panic, only to see him already doing your chore.

However you took note of your underwear still going missing, and in fact, they’d picked up in frequency of how many went missing at once.

It wasn’t until you brought it up that he even showed the slightest bit of shame for taking them, and he’d apologized extensively.

He didn’t stop.

You eventually gave up trying to get him to stop, as well. Although he always returned them, without the slightest hint he’d taken them in the first place, at least.

Over the next 4 months, you two went from bickering here and there, to arguing constantly, to almost out of nowhere it seemed…

One day, in the middle of an argument over something you could hardly remember anymore, he’d slammed you up against the wall and kissed you roughly.

That night ended rather passionately, and after that you two were absolutely inseparable.

Hannibal Lecter:

Oh goodness, you’d come into his office in hopes of some therapeutic treatment for your extremely forgetful nature.

You’d forget your own head if it weren’t attached, you’d joked, earning a chuckle from the sophisticated older man known as Dr. Lecter.

What you didn’t know, was that this man was observing you from the moment you’d pulled into the parking lot, he’d watched you forget your bag, then you’d realized you’d nearly locked your keys in your car. And then you’d forgotten your phone. And THEN, you’d forgotten your bag, again, in the car.

It had taken you nearly 15 minutes just to get into his office, and he was already very well aware of your forgetfulness issue.

He quickly diagnosed you with ADHD/ADD, and given you a prescription to help you focus a bit more in your day to day life.

Unfortunately it did little to help, and you’d told him so with such a disappointment he felt bad for you.

And so you found yourself invited to his house. He’d offered to give you a variety of therapy lessons, as well as various lessons in cooking, and offered to help you find a schedule that assisted you in day to day living, while accommodating your forgetfulness.

What you didn’t expect was for him to lock you in a room in his house, and absolutely forbid you from ever leaving again.

“You’re simply too much of a hazard to yourself, my dear. It’s for your own good, I promise you.” He’d said.

You sobbed, screamed and banged on the door for hours before finally falling asleep.

The room was dark, quiet and cold. Dead silent, in fact.

After an indeterminate amount of time (4 months). He’d finally let you out, and you could hardly remember your life before that room.

He’d fed you at least once a day, and kept you hydrated, but he kept you completely starved of stimulation and anything that would keep you grounded in reality.

Only four months, and he’d successfully brainwashed and trained you into being his perfect little house spouse, and you had no complaints.

He’d leave every day, you’d cook, you’d clean, and you’d hang around various rooms in the house. The massive library, the study, the art studio, he had more than enough things to keep your mind occupied.

After two months outside of the room, you two could easily pass off as a married couple, and he was extremely amused at how quickly you’d accepted your place by his side.

A year into being his captive, he’d dragged a man into the house, prey, he’d said.

The screams finally stopped from the basement after another 5 hours, and he’d come back up covered in blood.

You couldn’t leave, and at this point, you were too emotionally and physically dependent on him to care about his strange eating habits, and over time, you’d grown a fondness for the taste of human flesh, just as he had.

Michael Myers:

Oh the first time he saw you, he figured it’d be a quick stab n run.

That was until you ran face first into a building, before he’d even made himself known to you.

And then you tripped over a trash can.

And a rock.

And a crack in the pavement.

Okay at that point he would’ve felt like he’d just stabbed a small child or a kitten, he just would’ve felt bad.

Not much MADE him feel guilty, but you were very clearly both not a threat to anything, and definitely not capable of any kind of malicious intent.

About the time you’d nearly tripped over a fucking weed sticking out of the pavement, he caught you with a smirk under his mask.

You didn’t scream, or panic at his sudden appearance, and instead, you’d smiled and thanked him, even going as far as to say you liked his mask.

You didn’t make a comment about “oh it’s not Halloween” or “oh are you ashamed of your face, heheh.”

You just, thanked him, offered to get some coffee, and when he didn’t answer, you’d simply laughed softly, written down your number on a spare piece of paper, and handed it to him before wandering off about your business.

You really had no clue he was following you, or that, for the following 5 months, he’d been stalking you since that day.

You’d simply brushed off constantly bumping into his massive, deathly silent frame as pure chance, or fate, as you’d joked a few times.

Eventually, he’d nodded when you offered to make him dinner, following you home, this time, with your permission.

You made dinner, talking away as he simply listened and watched you cook, and when the food was done, you’d set it all down and awkwardly gestured to his mask.

“Y-you don’t have to, but it’s kinda hard to eat with that on, I’d guess… If you’ve like, got half a face or something I won’t judge-”

He cut you off by pulling the mask off, letting you get an eyeful of his long brown hair, one good blue eye, and thick, wiry beard.

You blushed a bit, causing him to smirk as you sat down next to him. He hummed softly and leaned closer to you, taking in a deep breath of your hair, which only resulted in you sputtering a bit and turning even more red.

You didn’t question him, oddly enough. He laughed internally, making fun of your lack of survival skills.

Although he could easily slaughter you, with your unyielding trust and lack of threat perception, he didn’t want to.

You were so cute, so small, so air headed that all he could think of was how you’d look under him, waking up next to him every day, all that sappy shit he never thought he’d be interested in.

Before the end of the night, he’d managed to sneak into your room and unlock your bedroom window while you’d gone to the bathroom, and when you’d come back, he was back in his seat at your dining table, and you had absolutely no clue he’d done so.

Later that night, he snuck into your bedroom and pinned you down to your bed, earning a startled cry as you jolted awake, fighting against his massive frame.

He wasn’t going anywhere, and that very quickly became clear to you, despite your panic of being awoken so strangely, you calmed down rather quickly,

When he moved his hand from your mouth, you asked him what he was doing, to which he tugged off his mask and crashed his lips to your own.

“Mine…” He growled out and bit down on your neck, earning a soft moan.

You didn’t have room to argue against his decision.

Jason Voorhees:

You’d gone on a camping trip, happily meandering through the forest of Camp Crystal Lake.

You’d never heard the myths and crimes that surrounded the place, and so you wandered around without a care.

You forgot to bring a GPS, your phone, or anything other than your camping gear, food included.

You wouldn’t be here for more than the night, as a result, unfortunately.

The woods were quiet, aside from the sounds of nature, and absolutely beautiful. Wonderfully relaxing and soothing.

At least until you’d nearly gotten your foot claimed by a bear trap, and then suddenly this place wasn’t so relaxing.

You tried to make your way out of the forest, but the sun was already setting and you didn’t have a choice but to set up camp in a clearing you’d found, and sleep the night away in these somewhat creepy woods.

You hoped that it was just an old hunter’s trap, rather than a recent, up kept trap. But something told you that was the least of your worries as twigs snapped and cracked outside of your tent the later it got.

Eventually, you’d finally dozed off to sleep, and when you awoke, it wasn’t day.

Instead, you were startled by a massive hulking figure, standing over your sleeping frame, watching you in amusement as you tried to back away.

“W-who are you!? Why are you in my tent, l-look I didn’t know this place was occupied, I swear! I just got lost and had to make camp-”

He surprised you by leaning down, holding out a can of ravioli, much to your dismay.

“U-uh, is that for me??” He nodded and you gently took it from him.

You thanked him and cracked open the can, taking a fork from your bag, you bit into the ravioli and hummed softly. “Thanks. I guess.”

He nodded softly and sat down on the ground next to you.

“So, do you live out here?” He nodded again.

“Oh… that’s nice, I guess. It’s very pretty out here, at least. I almost hit one of your bear traps though… Not very safe, if you ask me.” He chuckled softly and you puffed out your cheeks a bit.

You spent the night talking away to him, and you’d rather quickly figured out he knew sign language!

You two had some rather in depth and personal conversations, he told you a bit about his family life, and you explained your struggles with people assuming a lot about you due to your ditzy nature, which was why you’d gone on a nature hike in the first place.

You didn’t question or act disgusted by his obvious physical deformities, and simply talked to him like a normal person.

He walked you back to the edge of the forest, where you’d parked your car, and you’d promised to come visit him again in a few months when you could get some more time off of work.

You couldn’t forget about the strange man who lived in the woods, and you didn’t want to, honestly. He was sweet, if a bit odd. And he was nice company!

You got time off, finally, after 4 months, and all but flew back to Camp Crystal Lake, though it was early day this time instead of late evening.

You walked along the paths which he must’ve cleared, as they weren’t this obvious last time, calling out his name, which you’d luckily learned via your sign language conversations.

You weren’t startled this time, when he seemed to appear from nowhere, and smiled at him happily.

“Hiya stranger! I missed you, Jason!” You skipped up to him and hugged his large waist happily, earning a stiff laugh from the man.

You reached into your bag and pulled out a sack of fruit, handing it to him with a smile.

“You brought me food last time, so I brought you some fruit this time! I hope you like apples and plums!” He hummed softly and took the sack gently, leaning down to rest his mask against your head, almost as if he was kissing your forehead.

You two walked around the wooded paths, signing away to each other as you snacked on the fruits, you’d managed to get a whole 3 weeks off this time around, you told him, much to his childlike joy.

You two spent nearly all your time talking, hanging out by the lake or exploring the woods.

You’d quickly learned he didn’t mind the water, but preferred not to go into the lake himself. You assumed he had a fear of water and didn’t question him on it again, nor try to force him to join you when you’d go swimming in the lake, instead opting to talk to him while he sat on the shore.

By the end of the 3 weeks, you didn’t want to leave, and much to your bliss, he didn’t want you to leave either.

You promised to come back more often, and you kept to your promise.

You brought him things to start keeping some crops and grow his own food, much to his enjoyment.

He told you it gave him something to do while you were gone, and he enjoyed the simplicity of growing plants.

After nearly a year, you two were closer than ever, however you’d never seen him without his mask.

You wanted to ask him on a date, but you weren’t even sure if he’d say yes, let alone want to go anywhere into town.

When you’d pulled up to the forest, you noticed that another vehicle was parked outside of the woods, however you were very sure he didn’t have visitors ever.

You walked into the woods, more quiet than you normally were. You didn’t know who was in the woods, and you were sure Jason hadn’t invited them.

However, just as night started to settle, you still hadn’t found Jason, however you did stumble upon a camp.

You’d forgotten your camping gear once you’d seen the mysterious vehicle, and didn’t think to grab it all before you left, unfortunately.

A group of college kids sat around a fire, drinking, smoking and doing some rather… lewd things together. You winced and decided not to say hello to them, and instead focus on finding Jason.

However, Jason came bursting through the treeline opposite you, and suddenly buried a machete into the throat of one of the college kids, sending the others running like cockroaches as they screamed and cried.

You stood there in silent shock, still reeling from the sudden revelation of the man you’d gotten to know so well.

When morning came, you finally broke out of your shock, and noticed Jason back at the camp in front of you, getting rid of their things and cleaning up their mess.

You stepped forward cautiously, earning a growl from him as he unsheathed his machete, only to freeze when he saw your smaller frame.

“Whoa! It’s just me, Jason! It’s ok!” You soothed him, earning a soft huff as he put away the blade again.

“S-so… I was the exception to trespassers in your home, huh?” He winced and nodded, earning a soft laugh from you.

“I’m not scared, Jason…  You’ve been nothing but sweet and kind to me, and these people were… rather unsavory, from what I saw last night so… I’m not exactly judging you here?” You hummed softly and continued. “I mean, I don’t approve of mass murder, but it’s understandable in this case.”

You walked up to him and pulled him down, closer to your face, and gently slid up his mask, just enough to reveal his cleft, chapped lips and jagged teeth, before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“At this point, I don’t think I could leave you alone here even if I wanted to… I quit my job, actually… I don’t want to leave you here all alone again.”

He let out a soft, satisfied noise and wrapped his arms around you, sighing against your neck softly before pressing his lips to your pulse repeatedly, earning soft sighs from you in return.

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Captain John price x Keegan P Russ x "Soap" MacTavish x Konig x Female reader

cw: this all consensual, running a train, creampie, tit fucking, blowjobs, choking, hair pulling, blood kink, rough sex, cervix kissing, awkward sex positions that took me too long to figure out how to write, Dacryphilia, cum drinking, cumming on body, just really messy sex, porn without plot, consented recording, anal fingering, anal sex with prep, vaginal sex, pussy slapping

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MALE VERSION ! . . . .

The camera light flickered as Keegan held the phone, the light flashing red showing that it was recording as you looked up at the camera and looked away nervously. When Soap mentioned something about a train, you didn’t think it would be this many people. 

You held your finger up and counted..Ghost, Keegan, Soap and Konig. Price was briefly mentioned but you didn’t know how much you could take before he could get to you. 

Alright..Soap turned his back to you and held a smile as you nervously smiled back and did a stiff wave as cleared his throat. “You’ve got a long way ahead of you, but before we get to it.” He paused.

 “Are you clean? Like any STD’s orr” chiming in before he could finish “If I had an STD, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have agreed. That’d be cruel and evil.” He only nodded at your response “Anyways, who do you want to go first?” You haven’t thought of that yet, Keegan only held on the phone and kept it rolling.

He seemed uneasy but calm, his icy blue eyes burning into yours as you broke eye contact with him and looked at your options. “Keegan.” He clutched onto the phone with a tight grip as he tensed up and relaxed, trying to keep his composure. “Alright then.” 

He out stretched his arm  as Keegan walked up to him and placed the phone  in his hand. It honestly made you wonder what would people think if this is what the Task 141 does in their freetime, “training”. 

 Keegan literally had no fucking idea how he got convinced to do this, this is something he’d think about and immediately say “nope” or “pass”.  He had experience it’s just he felt vulnerable in this situation, this felt way more than intimate and he couldn’t put his finger on this feeling.

“Say..instead of 1 person, how about you pick one more Name.” Soap spoke as you chuckled and pointed without even thinking “Ghost.” He was expecting to be last if he was honest with himself but that quite surprised him. Ghost and Keegan sat on the bed as you sandwiched yourself between the two big men as you felt smaller. 

They were both insanely strong and good looking, your breathing was heavy as you looked around. Keegan shoved what little bit of dignity he had inside him and kissed you as you submitted in the kiss. Ghost hands snaking around your waist as the skull part of his mask dug into your skin as he rested on your shoulder, he wasn’t going to lift his mask in front of all these people.

Now if it was you, it would be completely different. But he still did it anyway as he placed kisses on your neck as you mewled out. He nibbed and dragged his teeth from the atlas of your neck to your collarbone, repeating the motion as he bit down harder and harder each time. 

Each time, it would strike moans out of you as Keegan’s tongue explored the wet cavern of your mouth, tongues meshing with each other while your vision doubled, the feeling of you being disassociated from your body had you pushing yourself into the men. 

The feeling of your blood trickling your neck along with the feeling of Ghost’s warm tongue licking up the evidence as you pulled away from Keegan to breathe. As they both looked at you, pupils blown with lust, hair in a different state than a few minutes ago. 

You were completely out of it and they were too as Ghost raised his head from your shoulder and smirked as your blood was at the corner of his mouth, the metallic smell held a trance over you. Keegan helped you lay back as your head laid over the edge of the bed and your bottoms were pulled off as well as your garments, the room was actually colder than you thought it was as the coolness washed over your warm pussy.

Keegan's hands trailed down your waist and over your mound to your wet folds while Ghost was focused on the belt of his pants, he really should have taken all these unnecessary belts off just like when he took his gear off before getting here. Freeing himself from the decades worth of belts, he pulls his pants down as you can see bulge in his boxers as you almost salivate at the sight.

Your other partner on the other hand is already heavy against your folds, rubbing up and down against your cunt as he smears your juices over his heavy cock. Ghost pulls his boxers down and takes his cock out and strokes it as he smirks “Open wide, pretty girl..” he coos as you open your mouth and he slowly pulls into your mouth as you take every inch.

He’s still pushing into your mouth until he pushes through the tight squeeze and settles inside your throat while you’re to the base of his cock. Face against his shaved pelvis , as Ghost holds a taunting smirk on his face “pretty slut taking what’s giving to her..” he says under his breath, Keegan is more busy thrusting into your cunt as he pushes inside and you jolt forward. 

Choking on Ghost’s cock as he groans out at the feeling, they both thrust at the same time but not the same pace. Ghost is calling you a bitch,whore while also keeping it warm while Keegan is grunting and pulsing inside you as he cusses and whines about how tight you are. 

The roughness and whininess from them has your head spinning. You can only take what your given while Ghost fucks your throat throughly, your pretty sure you have a bulge in your throat from Ghost big size while he fucks your face at a pace, you’re not sure how he’s lasting so long at. 

It doesn’t help how Keegan is fucking you and hitting your sweet spots along with your cervix while flicking your clit and pressing down on it, even applying a slap to it as your eyes are watering and your letting out choked sobs and moans. Konig and Price watch closely as you get your holes stuffed and fucked, the pushing back and fourth from the men cause of their harsh unwavering paces. 

No signs of stopping as Keegan can sweat drip down his back and the side of his forehead as he can feel his cock about to explode, as he edges himself to keep going as that doesn’t go as planned as he pulls out and cums all over your cunt, you moan around Ghost’s cock as he’s still fighting his own denied orgasm. 

He holds you close and paints your throat white, the warm fluid filling your mouth as you gulp it down as it’s the best you’ve ever had. He pulls out of your mouth as some cum drips out and onto the floor as you pant out and the men collect their clothing and move out the way.

 “Hm, you lasted longer than I expected,” Soap muttered out. “Guess it our turn Konig” Soap passes the camera back to Keegan. Konig uncrosses his arm and stops leaning on the wall as Soap and Konig walk up to you as you sit up. 

Soap took off his shirt and completely stripped himself but his boxer as he laid down “Come here Name”. 

Soap says as you move over to her and he grabs you by your hips and helps you into a kneeling position as he has you spread your legs a bit more, you help him get his boxers off and he lets out a light hearted laugh “eager, aren't we?” he teased as you rolled your eyes and examined his girth and size.

Not as thick as Ghost or Keegan but he made up for it with his length, “C..Can I?” you breathe out and “Course you can darling.” you slowly sink your pussy down on his cock as he moans out, slapping your ass as you yelp. 

“Fuck, you are tight!” Soap says as you hit the base of him as you feel Konig’s warm hands on your ass as he’s pouring lube on your puckering hole and circling it. Sinking his fingers into it as you focus on the two mixed pleasures as you feel like you’re gonna go cross eyed soon.

Once Konig deems you’re prepared enough, his cock is at your hole. He only says one thing before pushing into you “I hope you’re for this.” The bass and growl in his body has your body shaking as he pushes inside as you dip your nails into Soap’s chest, The way they’re both deep inside of you just like the previous two has you wondering how they don’t have partners. 

They don’t go in Unison like Keegan and Ghost would, they’re fucking brutual. Both moving at fast pace that has you slapping against the base of Soap with loud noises as Konig slaps your ass and holds onto it while fucking into you and Soap is just thrusting into you with a fucking rough pace as he keeps kissing your spots. 

You could pass out from all this if you really wanted to, but you didn’t want too, Konig grabbed you by the Neck and held onto your neck as you choked out a moan as he turned your head to kiss him, while he thrusted into you and Soap gave a few harsh thrusts that had you bouncing upward. The recording was going for a while but they kept at it, you didn’t think you’d get creampied by both Konig and Soap but they blew inside of you with loud cursing as Konig held you by your neck with a low growl while Soap was completely out of it.

The room was reeked of sex, cum and sweat. But hey it bought you guys all together in the end as you laid on the bed and your chest heaved up and down. Soap was of course gonna take care of you as this was his silly little idea as he held a rag and helped clean off the cum while Ghost helped you with clothes and Konig helped with your hair and Keegan gave you words of praise. This was definitely going in your diary as the best moment of your fucking life.

* BONUS !! Price <33

While everyone went with Soap to get you things to help clean up the door opened and Price walked in and smiled down at you. “Well, looks like you had fun” you chuckled and sat up. “You could say that”. “Do you mind if I?” he lifted his hands defensively and you clicked your tongue “I don’t mind, in fact I welcome it” bringing a smile to his face. 

He walked up to you and unzipped his pants, pulling his boxers down along with his pants and laying his cock against the soft of your breast. You squished them as he nestled between them and sighed out “Ready?” Price said and you made eye contact with him “Ready than I’II ever be.” He thrusted between your boobs with a rough pace as the tip kissed your lips as you snuck your tongue and applied a kitten lick to the head as he bit his lip.

“Fuck..Do that again” he said as you repeated the kitten licks to his head before taking the tip in your mouth and swirling your tongue around it and licking in the slit while he thrust between your soft breast as he gasped and grunted as he rutted against your mouth to take more of his cock.

He was pulsing as you could feel how much warmer his cock was as he pulled away and came on your tits, opening your mouth as some hit your tongue and face. “You’re fuckin messy, but I love my girls messy” Price said before the door opened to the others returning back.

“Looks like Price is here” Soap says “How about a round 2 but with price?” “sounds like a plan.”

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