FAE RESTRAIN ME BEFORE I GO FERAL.

FAE RESTRAIN ME BEFORE I GO FERAL.

nsfw:

more simon corrupting religious reader thoughts.

simon, who likes to pick you up from church. your pretty smile turning into a bitten lip, your cheeks heat up as the guilt of what his figure means to you makes your heart race.

simon, who talks to your friends and pastor. his hand never leaving your waist, his big frame making you look so tiny. your legs squeeze against eachother as his hand starts to rub circles on your hip.

simon, who cant wait to take you home. he just drives to a secluded area. making you strip on the back of his black truck.

simon, who bends you over his lap, punishing you for being so dirty. poor thing just got out of church and is soaking wet on a big mans lap);

simon, who mocks you and pounds into ylu even harder when he hears a little 'oh god~' come out of your mouth.

simon, who has your eyes filled with tears as he is fucking into you, your faces smashed into the window, where you could see the side of your church, big cross standing tall above it.

simon, who knows that all you need is him. his big arms around your body comforting you.

"shhh, i know love, i know. don't cry, im here..."

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.

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

HEATSTROKE!

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

*barks like i'm in heat*

cw: smut | König feeds you an orange and folds you like a pretzel over a kitchen table 💕

a/n: another incredibly self indulgent blurb because why not 🍊

What if König was peeling you an orange one summer afternoon, because he knew how much you loved them but hated getting your nails dirty. He’s very nonchalant about it, yapping about whatever boring paperwork he needs to sort through, while you’re sitting there like an animal in heat, not listening to a word he’s saying – all of your attention is focused on his hands.

His thumbs are digging into the orange, which looks tiny in his massive hands, and accidentally break the skin apart, rendering his long, thick fingers sticky and coated in juice. Despite how careful he his, a few bits of flesh manage to burst and stain his white t-shirt yellow.

“There, meine Blume, go ahead.” He slides the plate to you, oblivious to how flushed and blank-faced you are, just happy to do something for you. He doesn’t even question when you open your mouth instead, just feeds you little segments with an innocent smile.

But then your mouth lingers around his fingers a little too long, until you’re fully sucking the orange juice out of them, bobbing up and down with a light hum. König thinks you look absolutely adorable like this – you’re whimpering around him and he hasn’t even touched you. He lets you suck on his fingers for a while, lets your hands hold onto his arm as you welcome each orange piece with a long drag of your lips.

“Meine pretty Prinzessin just can’t help herself, can she? Look how cute you are,” he chuckles, head resting on his free hand, completely unfazed. “So greedy to be stuffed.”

Next thing you know, you’re bent over the kitchen table, mewling pathetically as König’s fat cock stretches you out, each thrust eliciting a loud moan out of your soft lips, too cock-drunk to even say his name. He makes sure your mouth is nice and full at all times, either by his fingers, or by the remaining orange pieces – you should still enjoy your sweet little treat.

And maybe after he’s made you cum and gush all over his dick, König keeps you bent over to clean you up, except that is definitely just an excuse to lap up your pussy until you’re whining and trembling once more.

“To hell with oranges, Prinzessin. This is what a real sweet summer treat tastes like.”

EATS ASS LIKE NEVER BEFORE.

hey siri, play wannabe by hey mona

posted on twt too bc why not