Please I'm Strokin' It. JERKING IT. WHIMPERING. CUMMING. OVERSTIMULATING AND SLAPPING MY DICK.

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.

....He looks like Price... NEED!

save me trans wolverine save me

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daddy please stare at me like this.

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

RAWHHHHHHHH @tojisun part 2 pls 🥺🥺🥺🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻[IF NOT IT'S ALRIGHT BABES]

no matter how hard you try, you just can’t make yourself cum tonight.

the position is wrong, your toy is still dead as hell so you had to resort to using your fingers, but those aren’t hitting somewhere deep and scratching that itch you have of wanting to be filled, and it has you crying in frustration.

god, you just wanted to fuck yourself into a good orgasm once. but your fingers are starting to feel numb, and your arm is cramping up, and you feel annoyingly sore already. you know you should call it quits; that you should just douse the flames of your desire with a cold shower and just retire for the night, but you are so, so stubborn and angry and—

you snarl, ripping your fingers out of your cunt before twisting to snatch your phone from where you’d flung it close to the wall. you use your clean hand, wiping the other one on your bedsheets—you might have to wash them tonight, anyway—and sends a message to johnny.

cant cum <

fuck me pls <

you drop your phone to your stomach, hearing yourself heave as your body catches up to the exhaustion. you stare up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the blazing heat and the soreness and the emptiness, and focusing instead on the little spark of need that you refuse to extinguish because you know johnny. you know he’d reply soon.

(he’s always fucked you good; filled you up with slurring words crooned to your ears, his big hands stretching across your stomach because he swears underneath all this skin and fat, he feels his cock fucking in, in, in.

he loves taunting you when your quiet tears turn into soft sobs—ye gonna cum soon, bon? show me yer cummin’ face, huh? c’mon bon.

he is so, so mean, and you need nothing less right now.)

true to your thoughts, your phone buzzes two minutes later. you pick it back up, grunting in confusion when instead of johnny’s name, you see john’s.

is he alright? did he need something from you? god, you think he’d let you do it tomorrow or at least in a couple of hours?

you tap at the notification, only to feel the curiosity bleed out of you to be replaced with startling horror. it’s like ice water was dumped on you, extinguishing every embers of your libido because there, on your screen, was john. replying to your message.

you had—

> quite forward of you. well, since you asked so nicely, we’re on our way.

you had sent the message to—

three knocks—taptap-tap—suddenly thud on your door. you gasp, looking up from your phone to stare at your locked door, dreadful.

you sent it to the damn group chat.

P! LINKSSS

hi more chip and Simon related porn links for the girlies who enjoy them!

1. Now now now….if Simon and chip were an item when it was Christmas time and they took that little trip up to Simon’s mother’s place, let’s face it; they’d be horny little fuckers. No disrespect to mommy Riley, but they would be christening that bedroom. But, probably out of shame and respect, they would have to keep quiet, or at least, try.

https://x.com/64ccount/status/1821280153026388382?s=46&t=Z5vzD1xgw3Rer9-Uz3965A

2. Chip, after some time, would before more comfortable with sex. And with that comes her want to please Simon…

https://x.com/mommyraini/status/1735057669352731123?s=46&t=Z5vzD1xgw3Rer9-Uz3965A

3. Sometimes when chips a little tipsy, and Simon’s a little tired, and chip keeps pawing at Simon, begging for anything—ANYTHING—sexual, this is what he grants her

https://x.com/suki_r/status/1804230807718105219?s=46&t=Z5vzD1xgw3Rer9-Uz3965A

4. Simon begs chip to sit on his face. Once they reach their point of shamelessness during sex, and chip finally in up to it, Simon’s eating her out like it’s his last time ever getting a taste of her

https://x.com/narcissistfein/status/1798173645807960343?s=46&t=Z5vzD1xgw3Rer9-Uz3965A

5. Chip, at some point, will probably feel like a burden when they have sex, because Simon will be the biggest softy, and when she finally reassures him that she wants him to be a little rough, he will be saying shit just. Like. This.

https://x.com/lovesickmaki/status/1783295158575939800?s=46&t=Z5vzD1xgw3Rer9-Uz3965A

6. Unrelated but Simon has this shirt. Chip got it for him for Christmas💞💞

https://x.com/thirstypeoples/status/1791671472651432181?s=46&t=Z5vzD1xgw3Rer9-Uz3965A

you guys asked and p!link anon has given.

the hand over the mouth hello???

god that shit gets me going. i feel like it's extra funny because i imagine Chip would be pretty quiet anyway, Simon's just doing it for funsies lmao.

THE WAY HE HAS TO PUSH HER OFF

like he got overstimulated but she's like, ): i want more?? hello?? maybe when Chip gets a little too enthusiastic haha

she'd be so whiny like that's all she gets? she'd be upset then pass out lmao

unrelated the freckles/moles on her stomach are super cute lmao

HELLO????? "let me know when you need a break" you cheeky fucking bastard???? i love it???

LMAO only because Row made her do it though i feel like she'd die of embarrassment and she would NOT allow him to wear it in public either.

GIRL GIRL GIRL I'M SQUEALING. 😍😍😍

when are we getting perv!reader who really just needs a good pounding and nerd!Konig who couldnt care less about pussy and just wants to talk about his silly little guns :(

canonically accurate nerd!könig… being so excited about getting the invite to his house, under the assumption that you’re finally going to be railed into the mattress until you can’t walk by the behemoth of a man you’ve been fantasizing about every night. to be pinned down by the biceps you’ve creamed around your fingers thinking about at long last.

you’re about to pull your top off, only for him to cut you off by opening the latch to the display case for his guns, ready to walk you through his impressive collection in way too much detail. he’s just happy to have a willing audience to pour all his lonely years of stored up knowledge into, oblivious to the way you aren’t soaking any of it up, fidgeting helplessly from your place on his bed as frustration and white-hot need fuzzes around your nerves. you’ve long since stopped contributing to the conversation; pretending that your eyes aren’t honed in on the way his large hands work expertly around the weapon, and the sizable bulge between his hairy, thick thighs was a mission that was quickly abandoned. he isn’t even hard, yet he’s probably the biggest you’ve ever seen, and the fact that he isn’t letting you put it to use is infuriating :(

you’re too cock starved to do anything but blurt out the truth when he asks why you’re being so touchy, trying to convince him that you’d be a much more attentive listener if you had a stuffed mouth. and he reluctantly obliges once the faux tears start flowing from your pretty eyes, too polite to turn down such a distressed girl in need. he takes pity on you, ridding himself of his belt and feeding you his soft dick as an apology. if you’re nice and quiet, he’ll let you fuck yourself to exhaustion on his length just so he can go back to his rambling while you’re too sated to do anything but listen… it’s not the most appropriate teaching strategy, but he has to get you to pay attention somehow!