Please Please Please Please I'm Killing Myself I NEEEEED THEM.

please please please please i'm killing myself I NEEEEED THEM.

HEATSTROKE!

please i'm strokin' it. JERKING IT. WHIMPERING. CUMMING. OVERSTIMULATING AND SLAPPING MY DICK.

something something the squad blindfolding you for that typical sex game that is popular right now which is: they’ll fuck you and you have to guess which cock is whose, and they’ll only stop when you finally get all four of them right.

you thought it was going to be easy—you’re all so familiar with each other’s bodies, both because of missions but also because of the way you all paw at each other, trying to smother the nightmares through sex, but then they’re fucking you in the dark and you can’t glean who it is.

not just because you’re blindfolded, but you’re also bound to deter you from cheating. and the pleasure is also just too much that you don’t have the ability to feel every different ridge or curl of their cocks or how the bulbed head feels different—johnny’s the only one cut between all of them, and even then you don’t know which one is his.

you’re crying by the end of it, exhausted and spent, but another cock is fucking into you, and then john’s voice croons from somewhere behind you, “c’mon pretty bird. we don’t have all night.”

the game continues on or something something.

daddy please stare at me like this.

"Have you seen that bigboy with a skullface??"

BARKS.

touch starved!könig that pops a boner just from you touching him—any time you run your hands down his chest or stomach? hard. hands around his neck? hard. a kiss on his cheek? hard. bulging against the seam of his pants.

touch starved!könig that kisses like you’re gonna disappear at any moment. lips hungry and moving against yours with a ferocity only found in a desperate man. tongue sliding against yours and his cock leaking precum when you bite his bottom lip.

touch starved!könig that finds any excuse to touch you. hands on your waist, your ass, your tummy. he needs to have his hands on you or he might disintegrate.

touch starved!könig that will straight up come from a handjob the first time you give one to him. ropes of thick cum spurting onto his chest and dribbling down his chest.“sorry, mein maus, just felt s-so fucking good.”

touch starved!könig that whines whenever you ride him, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck as he stretches you out. panting and scratching at your back and moaning nonsense in german until he can’t help but fill you up with his cum.

touch starved!könig that needs cuddles after sex, needs you to hold him against your chest until he’s calmed down and his cock is soft. he might be a giant to everyone else, but to you, he’s just a cuddly teddy bear.

nsfw mdni!

cor... you're about to make me say the worst thing eve- LT ME SUCK ON THEIR MAN TITTIES PLEASEEE

They match each others freak i know it

i need this..... now..

Ghost complaining about his back and how he struggles to pop it so it hurts

Soap offering to walk on his back to help

Ghost asking, incredulous and very alarmed, “do I want you to WHAT??”

Soap just cackles because he and his siblings used to do it all the time as kids, so he shows Ghost how to lay down and steps into the middle of his back, just between his shoulders, and feels more than hears Ghost’s entire spine pop

Ghost lets out the most pornographic moan because he’s been trying to pop his back for weeks

It becomes their thing, a weekly ritual when their schedules allow it

They don’t do it on missions because they’d never be able to explain it to anyone who wandered in on Soap walking in socked feet down his commanding officer’s spine like a tightrope