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who tf allowed him to be this fine
me when the riddler
carrying the world's specialest little guy (fictional character who makes me ill) in my mouth like a mother cat except they're way too big for me so i have to do that dumb looking side waddle with my front legs
owner 2
why tf are you guys so horny 😟
Thank u
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kinks with konig
daddy kink- i feel like he has both a daddy and a mommy kink, he likes when you call him daddy because he has a lot of frustration and he just needs you to 'help him out' also likes the control he has on you when he hears you whisper 'please daddy' in his ear
mommy kink- similar to the daddy kink, konig's mommy kink comes in when he's really sad and he just needs to let go and have mommy to take care of him. chances are you're shorter than him so he really likes getting on his knees and pleasing mommy.
size kink- whether he's being dominant or submissive, his size kink is always a huge thing for him. if he's being more gentle then the size kink is like he wants to take care of you and be as soft as he can, and that's usually where the daddy kink comes in. if he's being rough then it's like he wants to completely, utterly, destroy you. he knows he's big, he also knows you like it. he just loves hearing your whines as he bottoms out in you; also loves how he doesn't even have to be that rough for you to be overwhelmed just by his size alone. why do i have so many size kink thoughts.
biting/marking- hc that konig has rlly sharp teeth and he knows how to use them..... it's perfect for him bc he figured out the perfect way to make you cum is when he builds it up by teasing you so you're really close then overstimulating you. one thing he really loves doing is when he's really deep inside you and reaches that one spot, he'll bite your neck then press his tongue over the skin.
hand kink- hear me out on this one, i feel like it ties into his size kink. loves how much smaller your hands are in comparison to his. ALSO when your hands wrap around his cock cause it doesn't fit in only one of them<3 ESPECIALLY when you paint your nails. his favorite color on you is purple.
a/n: this isn't the thing i said i was working on but i haven't had any motivation but i didn't wanna just not post bc we've been getting so many notifications. idk when that'll come out but i wanna finish it soon.
can i impregnate him
im kissing him rn
gorgelicious
rivers is so cute i wanna eat him out i mean eat him out i mean eat him out i mean eat him out i mean-
hello all other owners of this account
my phone fell in the toilet so if ur wondering why im not responding to messages n shit thats why teehee
i can still go on tumblr tho
könig drooling and crying into your chest and mumbling mommy please because you've been edging him for what feels like hours. maybe once you actually let him cum he immediately puts you into mating press and fucks you like you're just a fleshlight. idk
THIS. JUST THIS
mating press is *chefs kiss* on its own but THIS?
next level.
as i've said before könig cums so. much. so as he continues to fuck you it's just dripping out onto the sheets.
ALSO KÖNIG TAUNTING YOU WHILE HE DOES THAT TOO. like "aw, what's wrong mommy? does it feel good?"
i honestly have no other words sjshshhshs
I dead ass can't believe your post made me stop and go look for HEX of some dick.
LMAO that was honestly the best part
valentines day sex with steve harrington....
thank u guys so so so so so much for all the love on the konig/ghost thoughts, i really appreciate all the likes and reblogs on it and im working on something similar rn!
unorganized thoughts that i may turn into fics
✦konig meine frau✦
this man is a certified freak. like 7 days a week. i stand by the fact that it's always the quiet ones. most ppl look at him and are like 'aww subby inexperienced baby boy' (and usually so do i) but versatility yk. anyways i feel like he actually has a really long tongue, 👀 if yk what i mean. and loves edging, just not on himself because it frustrates him. anyways, back to the original plot of this post, i think he almost likes receiving as much as giving but emphasis on that almost.
he's a clit sucker, sorry not sorry to say it. and loves holding your hips against the bed so you can't squirm. one of my personal hc's is that he can play the piano really good and you know what they say about piano players........
overall he's just perfect. and don't even get me started on aftercare with him cause WHEW CHILE
hes just so. so hot.
i think his favorite part of it though is foreplay. only cause he gets to learn about what your turn ons are and where you want him to touch you. also he just really likes teasing. when you do it to him though, he becomes whiney and impatient, which leads me to my next thing,
KONIG IS A SUB LEANING SWITCH
it's just really easy to get him to fall apart under your touch, like i mentioned in the dick headcanons, he's very sensitive.
he loves kissing, licking and just being all over you and you being fully receptive of it. this man would struggle so hard in public to not do that. he understands that it's not socially acceptable in public but he just can't help it<3 i love him.
oral fixation konig? oral fixation konig.
he has to have his mouth on something, or be doing something to be comfortable. so usually you'd just let him suck your fingers or something to distract him (he just like me fr)
mommy kink konig? hear me out.
like imagining this 6'10 guy who's probably twice my age moaning under me and calling me mommy is just so. mmmm yummy
┆☆ghosty my love☆┆
hmmm where do i even start. yk i feel like i have to preface this by saying i don't feel like ghost and myself would work out if we're talkin about his canon personality so it's hard to write for him without it being heavily ooc.
like he's just too nonchalant. like it's not chalanting for me. where tf is the chalance at.
but anyways, i feel like he's a trial and error yk yk.
like when you're someone like ghost, pussy eating isn't gonna be the first thing on your mind.
so he'd have to practice on you. (that's a great fic idea right there) which ultimately leads to you not being able to walk the next morning but that's probably fine. ghost is so strong that he can probably just carry you anyways.
i feel like ghost would let out more emotion during sex. like he barely even blinks normally. but while he's in the reverse cowgirl position with you while everyone's asleep? expressive as hell.
over time, i feel like he knows your body better than you, when he's edging you, you don't even have to say anything for him to know you're about to cum.
he's very observant in that way.
i feel that ghost would be a hard dom. never a switch.
laughs a lot during sex. not like a full FYSUDUDIHFUGFUTDUYVHUJ type of laugh, just like a little chuckle and it's so attractive.
and and and! maybe it's a little muffled bc of his lips being pressed against your skin.
usually does that when he's like, deep in you and ofc you moan and grab at his hand that was right next to your head, cause he's just so overwhelming, but in a good way.
he def has to cum a few times to feel fully satisfied. pent up military man tings. but like remember when i said ghost has rlly thick cum. yeah. that.
always makes you feel so full. before, when he's shoving his thick fingers in you to prepare you for his cock, which is even bigger. during, when he's fucking his cum into you from the previous 3 rounds. and after, when you're still full from his cum as it drips down your thighs and you try to catch your breath.
he definitely loves making you horny on purpose, just to revel in how wet you are as if he has no idea what he does to you.
anyways part 2? cause i most definitely have more thoughts about this FINEEE man. (and konig, my wife, i didn't forget about her)
this konig smut imma post is gonna be OUTRAGEOUS
and it's coming out at like around 12:12 so be ready
konig is literally such a cutie pie malewife babygirl kitten angel princess
➪cashier time (owner 1 did the smut owner 4 did everything else)
it was around 10, or more like 10:30 at night. usually nobody goes to the store that late, but it was still open. I casually walked inside and look around to see if anyone was there with me, and to my surprise, there wasn't.
I start walking the isles to find what my roommate and I need. I look at the list, 'green eggs and ham, milk, energy drinks, apple juice, shampoo'. I already knew what I needed, so I didn't bother writing it on the list since it wasn't much. I roamed the isles finding the items my friend needed, which wasn't that difficult till I got to finding the milk. I walked around trying to find the milk or looking for someone that could at least help me find it. I finally got the courage to walk up to the cashier and ask him if he could help.
(owner 1 started writing around this point)
"could you help me find the milk" you're still looking around to see if you'd magically spot it in the corner or something.
he leads you to the back of the store, and your legs start to hurt from walking the long distance, you begin to wonder if you'll reach the milk isle at all.
"this is it"
"or at least i think it is" he whispers under his breath, hoping you won't hear it.
it's hard to navigate, with other things being scattered across the isles. you don't wanna ask him for help after he already took you all the way to the milk section, but it's impossible to do by yourself.
he does notice though, sticking around to explain where things are.
he also notices you staring at him, even though you try to not make it noticeable.
then he looks up at you from where he's sitting on the floor, motioning for you to sit down next to him.
then suddenly it's like you can't look at him. just avoiding his eyes, staring at the various types of milk the store has.
"y'know nobody ever comes back here" he smirks.
you just laugh awkwardly, not knowing what to say but you still wanna hear his voice.
"i can tell you're nervous" he whispers as he leans in, more towards your neck than your ear.
"but you really shouldn't be, just relax"
he pulls you by your waist so that you're a little closer to him, and you actually do start to feel relaxed.
"thanks for that, i really should go now though"
"you have to go now? the fun just started"
after that, you follow him to the car, nervously waiting for whatever he was planning to do.
as he positions himself to be on his knees, head resting on one of your thighs he says;
"we don't have to do this, not if you really don't wanna"
you sigh, it's not that you don't want to, it's that you're just so nervous about the whole thing.
you explain this to him, and all he does is sympathetically look up at you, god he looks so hot like this, you think, then quickly snap out of it when he calls your name.
"you good? or are you dozin off up there" he jokes, and once again you start to feel better with his presence.
"i should give you my number, after all this"
"soooo?" he says, dragging the 'o' on as to ask if you're still not comfortable.
"backseat?" you smirk.
"backseat." he agrees and follows after you, hastily climbing into one of the seats, practically on top of you from how close you are.
then he's actually on top of you, brushing your hair behind your ears so he can see your pretty face, and kissing you on the neck in various places to find out where your sensitive spots are.
when he'd find one, he'd smile against your skin, letting out a quiet chuckle.
his other hand was slowly trailing down to where you needed him most.
You looked at the time and realized that is what 11:26, meaning that it was almost curfew at your college and you wouldn't be able to get back into dorm past 12.
"I'm really sorry but I have to go, I'll come back tomorrow if that's alright with you?" you say with a soft smile.
"Aww alright," he said with a frown, "you promise?"
You looks at him lightly, "I promise."
He kisses your forehead and opens the door for you to get out. Before you got to far he gave you his number so you could text him in the morning.
"See you later." you winked at him. He smirked, waved at you, and then got into the car. You wondered what would happen tomorrow as you walked back to your car and drove back to your dorm.
LIKE FOR PART 2 HAHA
pp headcanons!!! with love from owner 1
✰𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈✰
about 8.7 soft, exactly 9 when hard.
the color of the base would be #f2e4cf, and the tip would be #ecb5d2, a nice bubblegum pink.
i fully believe he would have a happy trail, but other than that he shaves.
he's really sensitive and because of that he moans a lot when you just barely touch him.
likes when u do that thing where you kiss/lick the tip slightly, and he's probably one of those guys who either can't hold eye contact or likes looking at you while you do it, can't decide.
his cum is a little more on the liquidy side than the creamy side, i also believe he eats a lot of fruit and drinks water regularly so it'd taste sweet with a hint of salt, but not in a bad way.
speaking of cum, he cums a lot, like if you measure it with a measuring cup then it's about 4 ounces.
i think he's into some weird stuff, like for example he likes to kiss you right after you swallow, not gonna elaborate on that.
❤︎𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕❤︎
idk i guess i think he's around the same when soft AND hard, but we gotta take height and proportions into consideration, since konig is taller, logically, he'd be bigger so, sticking to the first thing i said about him, let's say 8.5
hex code for the base is #e4d4c8.
tip color is a nice dusty rose, like #a47786.
i don't actually think he'd fully shave, i feel like he's more of a trim guy.
not that sensitive, only cause he edges and actually if you do that enough you can practice not cumming for extended amounts of time.
likes when you just play with yourself and let him watch, he likes the fact that you can be completely bare while he's still fully clothed.
when cum is more creamy, it can mean that the person has a high concentration of sperm, which is perfect for ghost, because i feel like it ties into his breeding kink because high sperm concentration means higher fertility.
mmmmm idk i think he's into the d/s dynamic, maybe he'd want you to call him daddy.
also sidenote, i feel like a lot of guys want to be called daddy but aren't actually daddy material. like it's daddy not absent father.
but i think ghost would actually act the part.
ANYWAYS COMMENT FOR PART 2
owner 6 introduction
hey hey hey my name finn i go by he/him pronouns im 20 and im the funniest person in history
Owner Intros part owner 5
hey im owner 5 i like to be outside , paint , make jewelry , and many other things. owner 4 is my best friend. i have a pet guinea pig his name is pumpkin and he is my best friend foreverrrr.
owner 1 intro
ummmm you can call me irene i guess and i'm 18
i have a main account but i don't really give that out.
i really like francis wilkerson rn so send requests for him, also really into konig from cod and i might post some headcanons
i use any pronouns i guess and im lesbian
i need to stop saying i guess
ALSO if you couldn't tell from the user i'm a steve stan. i mostly write smut and things surrounding that so yeah.
one of my follower goals is 100 at least then maybe we'll do a qna or something
i might, and that's a big might, but i might do like a 5 day kinktember thing but idk
i also love weezer so if you like weezer pls interact
in terms of smut i really don't gaf if minors interact, honestly i find it annoying that people care so much but basically anyone can interact.
and that's all until i think about something else
For owner 3
i dont give af if you're bigender clean yo damn mircowave!! 😒😓😂
for u <3333
OBJECT OF AFFECTION
simon "ghost" riley + afab!reader
synopsis: when a seemingly successful mission with your lieutenant to bust a cartel is near completion, you receive more than you bargained for.
content warnings: sex pollen, secret relationship, overstimulation, face-sitting, size difference, size kink, multiple orgasms, slight age difference, manhandling, belly bulge, pet names, voyeurism, masks, plot with porn, grinding, oral sex (fem receiving), feral behavior, non-consensual drug use, sexual fantasies, resolved sexual tension.
reader's codename: fawn.
a/n: first fanfic on tumblr, heavily inspired by @/questyfics !
WITH THE OBSCURITIES of silhouettes making up the dusk, partaking the role of being the mission's so-called "bait" declared by the lieutenant — whom was the also the only ally alongside to work with you — could be easier to cooperate with considering the multiple spots to camouflage yourself in the dark. Ghost towers over you from behind, rifle clutched in two hands, as you both shroud against the wall of the safehouse. Heavy breaths muffled against his mask.
"You alright there?" he asks, eyes trailing over you for possible bullet wounds. Any kind of injuries.
"I'm fine." you said. "Is the mission accomplished now? We've taken out most of them."
His gaze leaves you and looks out through the corner over his shoulder. Scanning the balconies and deserted expanses, a dim light deriving from a room above casts shadows, two to be exact. He presses himself back over and brings himself to you again, those dark clouded eyes back onto your own. "There's two up there, I need your position as bait to get rid of them."
You sigh. "Why can't we both just kill them? You're strong, we both have guns, I can shoo-"
"Because we don't know if there could be more in there." he states with a raspy voice. "Just go get up there and I'll be right behind you, fawn." You purse your lips together and brace yourself, edging yourself over the corner and into the open space with fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, illumination barely reflecting onto the ground. Ghost keeps his word about being behind you bearing in mind about the large footsteps that echoed with your back faced to them.
Trudging up metallic stairs that you attempted to not make a squeak while balancing your legs on the way up, you finally reached the room, a chipped door with a single window facing the opposite way. Thank god for that. You look back before making any kind of movement, he gives you the signal to advance with two gloved fingers. A scent of a remote and exotic sweetness fills your nostrils as you're closer to the door. It was strangely alarming.
As you gave one more slightly anxious glance back, Ghost changed his position from the top of the stairs to against the wall where you just had been.
You bust the door off its hinges with the butt of your rifle and aim inwards. Two men, one strewn across a decrepit armchair while the other on top a window ledge, both seem to already be possessed with weapons of their own hence the sound of one being loaded. Before you can even press down on the trigger, the room is clouded with a blinding white substance and more of that same scent from before, your lungs being filled as you drop your weapon and stumble to the ground.
"Fuck!" you let out a stream of curses along with whimpers, your hands shakily covering your face.
One of the men, older yet still with strength in tact, collects his fallen pistol off the floor and rushes over to your hunched body. You attempt to crawl towards the door but it's unsuccessfully closed by the other man, the muzzle of the gun being pressed to the side of your head. You're forcefully brought to your feet with coarse hands before being walked across the room and being forced down on the armchair.
"It was you, wasn't it?" the man with the pistol to your skull spits out. "You and that big skull guy have killed our men, now it's your turn to turn up like the rest of em'."
It was difficult to speak. The powder that went up your nose, in your eyes, and possibly in your lungs left a certain effect on you that was unexplainable. A throb in your head erupted accompanied with a sharp sensation in your throat that felt almost similar to a knife. The two men in front of you were visioned in a distorted view but the muzzle in contact with you felt heavier on your skin.
With some gathered strength, you managed to pull yourself off the chair and upwards, backing into the further corner of the room. As the one with the wielded pistol started after you once again a bulky arm came and wrapped around his neck, a single hunting knife plunged into the side of his chest, his body frail. Ghost releases him from his clutch and returns the knife to the side of his utility belt.
Rapid breaths leave your mouth as you watch Ghost kneel in front of you. A look of rare sympathy was pictured in those eyes for a second, or so you thought. His hand supports your back while the other holds you sitting up.
"What the hell is this?" you say, gesturing to the leftover powder staining your uniform. "Sulfur?"
"It's too sweetly scented and bright to be sulfur." he said. "Breathe, this might hurt a bit."
His motions are gentle and comforting when working with you, a few portions of eyedrop antidote were slipped into gaped eyes, fingers holding your eyelids open while you flinched and squirmed at the stinging aftershocks. Fortunately a majority of your vision is restored but the pulsating formed at your head grew, fever-like symptoms unfolding and taking a toll on your already pretentious body.
Ghost is too covered in the powder after treating you with his medkit, exposing himself to it as well — though you weren't that worried since he disclosed more strength and stamina than you and could handle a lot more difficulties.
"Feeling better?" he mumbles, kneeling off the ground and gathering the kit.
You give him a weakened nod, using his now outstretched hand to collect yourself back up, his brawny and warm wrapped around your hand that gave off a feeling that was almost overstimulating — smoldering at that. "What do you think that was?" you question at him.
He doesn't answer at first and keeps his hand in yours while leading the both of you out of the room, down the balcony stairs, and to the exit of the safehouse. "Possibly a variety of a drug substance, but not life-threatening, so you're okay." He looks back at you, your stare catching his bulky chest heaving up and down before it returns his sharing eye contact. "Are you fine to walk now?"
"'I'm pretty sure." you reassure, his hand breaking apart from yours at your words, his touch already missed.
"C'mon, the sun is setting, we better get going."
The mission had been accomplished — for good this time.
Dead branches belonging to the trees in which you and Ghost passed to return to base extended towards the path you took, streaks of the setting sky in between the cracks. Ever since you've left the safe house a few hours ago, it was still hard to take in the immense feelings the substance left on you. Your burning face that felt it was melting off the bone, the waves of an extreme headache, and the sweat that overcrowded your entire body — that overstimulation from before returning back to you as your uniform constantly rubbed up against you.
Maybe you should've considered camping out in that safehouse until tomorrow because, god, you don't think you're even going to make it to base at this rate. You would've even appreciated that bullet from that pistol instead of having to tolerate the amount of ache you were in at the moment.
Ghost is far ahead of you but still close enough to keep an eye on him. Your legs start to give out again and were flooded with a numbing feeling, causing you to quietly slump against a jagged tree, panting on the brink of possible death. "Ghost..." you whimper out loud enough for him in hearing distance. "Wait..."
"Better catch up," he calls out. "We're burning daylight here, base is close."
The condition you were left in was too weak, only managing to crawl up in a fetal position and heavily breathe. Concern starts to bug at Ghost as he finally stops in his tracks, turning around, only to be met with you sitting up at on a tree. He scoffs and trudges over to you, head bowing to look down as you keep your head buried in the material of your pants. You look back up at him with the suspicion of something next to you, his eyes heavy with aggravation.
"We have to move on, Fawn, get up." he says, slightly bothered.
"Simon it hurts," you say with tearing eyes and that whine in your voice. It's embarrassing for you to allow him to see you like this but that didn't seem to sink in taking into consideration about all of the pain that gnawed at you by the second. "I don't think we — I — can make it to base. Can't we just find somewhere to spend the night? There's dozens of abandoned houses around here, and I promise I'll make it up to you by tomorrow early morning."
Your tone grants him a sense of pity. He can't think with the balance of your frail condition and the pressure to get back to base. Although it was a somewhat good idea to rest for the rest of the evening, since who knows what dangers could cross paths and he couldn't risk wasting ammo with the limited stack of bullets he carried. At last, he gave in to your pleads.
"We'll stop over in that house," he says in a deep accent. "Can you walk?"
"No..."
"I'll help you out, here."
The wind is knocked out of you as he doesn't give you time to react to his maneuvers, your legs supported by his arms and clinging around his torso. Your arms link around his neck for more support while his fingers bite into the flesh of your thighs under the fabric, it's faintly painful combined with the vigor of his grip and the ache of your body but you manage to stable yourself. Allowing him to manhandle you onto his back gave you a perception of consolation rather than moving on your own.
He starts moving, amazing you how strong he was carry all of his equipment on him with the weight of you on his back. His natural fragrance of sweat and faded gunpowder crowds all around you as you lean closer to him, head resting on his right shoulder. His muscles move constantly against yours, some sort of friction starting as you buck your hips closer to his moving back.
You sink your teeth into your bottom lip. Taking action kneading on his back was the most relief you've gotten the whole day, your thighs cradling harder around Ghost while you awkwardly humped yourself on him with added motions of his own. Perhaps he knew what you were doing back there but didn't seem to take notice — judging by the rough quiet groans he released together with your movements.
Ghost moves his arm to turn the knob belonging to a front door and finally allows you down to your feet again, now standing in the sole room of a deserted home. He turns back to lock the door, going back to where you stood shakily in the middle of the house.
"You go find a room to rest in, I'll meet you there." he says.
"Don't you want to rest as well?" you move closer on your tip-toes as he grants access for you to wipe some of the leftover powder off his mask and uniform, his shadowed eyes following your quivering fingers with quiet breathing. "You have to be having some side effects as well."
He moves away and begins to unpack the baggage in which carried emergency supplies and defense items. "I'm alright, I'm just concerned for you. That's all."
You refuse to fight him, letting out a small groan and instead plop down onto the first set of stairs, keeping an eye on him. Non-purposely, you catch his muscles stretching and operating as he continued to set up a few communicative signals. Through the baggy cloth of his attire, his body was in some way visible underneath. His hands were now stripped bare from his gloves and exhibited his big hands, paired with rolled up sleeves to show his veined forearms — one inked with tattoos.
The sight made you feel unusual, a tint of arousal firing in the pit of your stomach. Your mind wandered and the next thing you knew, the only thing on your mind were seemingly impossible daydreams about your superior. The way his hands could feel up every curve of your tingling body, massaging at your breasts, his fingers stuffing your pussy.
Regret lingered somewhere in you yet it didn't have an any kind of impact on you, those thoughts clogging your mind up. You pressed your thighs as before when riding on his back but it returned more painful, heat residing and pulsating in your cunt. Arousal grew more dominant than earlier inside of you, the stir not pleasurable but excruciating to experience. The heightening way your pussy grew soaked with the heat of your body temperature was torture.
"I think we can get another side of communication by morning." Ghost says out of the silence, fixing his temporary communicable station on the hardwood floor. "It's night too. You should get going with setting our room up."
"Our?"
"You take the bed, I take the floor."
"Are you sure?" you ask, troubled. Taking up all of the room just because of your sickness seemed to be unfair to him. "You're okay with sleeping on the floor?"
"I've slept in worst places." he shrugs, planting himself back up. Ghost comes over to you and feels at the side of your shoulders before brushing over your face. Your cheeks grow hot at his touch, mouth slightly agape. "You're warmer than before, and your pupils are huge."
"It's just the aftereffects acting up." you whisper, face grasped in both of hands. Your legs bucked together, arms tucked at your sides as your fingers clawed at your palm in a fist. "Everything will be fine once morning rises, I think."
He brushes his thumbs to rub your cheeks. "Get a move on. I'll watch out for any communication signals that are from base and if not, we just wait till tomorrow."
You're pulled in like he wants to kiss you but his colder hands leave your face in quickly, the only ease of coldness you've had throughout the heat. You craved more of his caress, small or not, you just wanted to feel him on you again. Though coming into contact with someone who was in a lower rank than he was could possibly be crossing boundaries.
"Sleep tight." he blatantly states, back facing you.
You attempt to collect yourself again from the pile of submission you fell into once he had you in his possession, managing to mutter out a simple, "You too."
Once down the hall and inside the only bedroom, you shut the door with cautiousness, a sigh of care leaving in a shaky breath spills from you. The room gladly protects you from the sight of the outside and any other subjects in the home. You slowly rush to the bed propped in the corner of the room, relieving yourself from the prison of your clothes that caged your hot body in, and laying on top of the thick blanket that you didn't dare to put over yourself with the layer of fever over your body.
Staring at the ceiling, you couldn't help but act on your inhibitions. Your arm raises to your thin shirt, fingers brushing over your erect nipples under the fabric. The exposure caused your back to arch against the bed and a pleading whimper that overtook the whole room. You thought about him — Ghost — and how his muscles felt brushed up on yours, his hands on your face, fingers imprinting and molding your hot flesh.
Projections of him progressed through your visions, his masked face which raised the question — what did he really look like under that mask of death?
Maybe a naked face or peppered with a stubble, plump lips that colored a shade of pink. Any of that didn't matter as long you could see it between your thighs. As a matter of fact, it didn't matter where he was on your body.
You narrow your eyes and mumble a string of gibberish. You roll onto your side, head sideways on the cotton of your pillow. Your infatuation with your superior wasn't concerning at first when first recruited, just a simple crush like you had as a schoolgirl, and it for sure wasn't acted on in any kind of way. But tonight, it had progressed further from that into a dangerous region. You were desperate for him and had a certain need only for him.
Lust flooded your veins and caused your adrenaline to pressure, more sweat drooling down your skin and heart pumping to the point of near explosion. The raw throb in your pussy had gotten worse, deprived from any kind of feeling. You were wet to an extent to where you had to no other choice but to get rid of the problem with an only solution.
A hand reaches down into the dainty material of your panties, flooding the atmosphere with the heat contained inside. You jolted as your fingers made contact with your puffy lips, thighs closing together while you threw your head back. With a swift move, you ripped your panties of yourself and discarded them onto the floor below, sitting up quickly while you placed the pillow you once left your head on between your legs.
You started in slow motions, hips stuttering as you struggled to find a rhythm on the soft pillow. Your eyes are rolling back with your thrusts, one hand clasped over your mouth to prevent any noises from spilling out. Pain was present in your movements but it was difficult to stop with pleasure also there as well, your clit directly grinding onto the pillow followed with muffled gasps.
A rhythm was finally worked out after a few seconds and now only fantasies about Ghost could assist you in an orgasm. To his natural manly musk to the way his hips moved everytime he walked, they would meet up against yours as he pounded into your empty cunt with his thick cock like a man starved. His veined hand intertwined with yours and pinned down into the mattress, unmasked mouth sucking and staining your neck with shades of purple.
Your hips grind faster on the pillow under you, hands no longer supporting at the sides but caressing at your breasts that bounced with each thrust you made. In reality the pillow was only a simple inanimate object but with shut eyes, Ghost was in that place — his mask rolled up to the bridge of his nose while his hands gripped at your thighs. He maybe forces you down onto his mouth, tongue sucking and treating your swollen pussy with the amount of attention you desired, the top of his nose being used another way of to relief yourself. Everything about it was euphoric.
It didn't matter at this point. Your fingers clawing your breasts while your ambitious hips grounded deeply into a pillow removed all shame that you had, your moans and whines grew in volumes that echoed around the room and likely the whole building too. The first forms of an orgasm start up in your lower stomach but it doesn't seem to snap, no matter how hard you fucked yourself, it seemed almost impractical to reach it at this point. It was torment.
Slick begins to stain the pillow as you widened your legs further apart, head thrown back with an open mouth and furrowed eyebrows. Your fingers slip inside your pussy as you carried on, adding to the everlasting pleasure that put you in a morale of pure and extensive satisfaction you've never got before. You want to cum so bad — no not a want, — a need, you need to cum so badly.
Ghost stops trying to communicate with his device and clicks off the speaking button, throat thick as he looked over his shoulder to the hallway where your noises were the source. Your exaggerated noises and dragged voice were music to his ears, only if he could see how you looked at this very moment. His own lust was triggered once you had started in his hearing distance, his returned desirability towards you growing.
He mutters to himself and groans. A hand facepalms across the field of his face, rubbing at his temples. He prayed that you would stop soon and get off in your own haze of masturbation but that wasn't soon, he knew. It was obvious to not only you but him too, a desperation was there in the relationship and you were both too occupied with the ideas of each other to actually pursue; while he was older than you and positioned in a higher rank, it was immodest for him to engage in such relations.
His cock is stiff and painful in his pants and he grunts. He distances himself from the hallway to block out your noises but it's no use, you're loud but one particular sound that was louder than the others catches him in a trance — a pathetic whine of his name followed with other repeated whimpers not far along.
All hell breaks loose as he collects himself and saunters down the hall. In front of the bedroom in which you were guessed to be in, his twitching hand comes to the doorknob, slowly twisting it to the side as the door opens a crack for him to be met with the scent of sweat and remainders of the sweet substance.
The glimpse he catches leaves him in shock, eyes wide and frantic. You're slumped against the headboard still straddling the pillow, bra strap falling down your shoulder and revealing your breasts while your head turns where he stood in the doorframe. You have a look of need in your eyes with tears brimming the corners, mouth open only to where you could barely see your top teeth. He could only observe you in surprise.
"Please lieutenant," you whimper out to him, "I need you so bad, I can't..."
Ghost shuts the door behind him and is hit in the face with humid air and your own sex, which could only turn him on even more. He inches closer to you at the foot of the bed and you fall off the pillow, crawling to where he stood. You looked up at him with teary eyes, begging with no verbal transmission.
"What kind of help?" he questions, looking down at you who sat in front of him like a imploring dog.
"Make me cum..." You say while shedding a small bit of tears. "Please, my fingers aren't enough, the pillow isn't enough, I can't do i-"
"Quiet, my love." He leaves you with your sentence unfinished and your back pressed back into bed, himself hovering over you while his fingers stroked the side of your face. Your hands reach to skim his chest, each touch he provided leaving you with desperation for more. "I'm here now, I'll help you."
You thank him quietly before before he moves your legs to nestle between them, cherishing how swollen your pussy was with slick. His eyes flicked from your own eyes to your cunt, he sighs and loops his arms around your legs to hold them open wider. His mask is pulled up to his nose — just like your fantasy — a sense of admiration as he dunked his head lower between your thighs.
He kisses your inner thighs and bites every few kisses or so, a gasp pulled from your mouth each time with your slightly fidgeting hips.
"Your sounds are heaven," He comments and looks up at you again. "You really are an angel, arent'cha?"
A smile forms on your lips at his compliment but a few wheezes are let out, legs automatically widening as you gazed upon him. "Hurry..."
"I need to hear it from you, love."
You struggle to make out even begs at this point with him in the flesh almost eating you out, so you strain your throat and use yourself. "I want you to eat me out, sir, please... I need you."
"That's it, pretty."
He outlines circles into the skin of your thighs as he handles you so that you were on top of him, propped on his chest with his arms still secured around to give you some kind of accommodation. You’re startled by his unexpected way of switching positions but you don’t mind, still anxious and aroused by his lethal touch staining you.
Steadying himself so that his face is right beneath your dripping pussy, he allows you to collapse on his face, your breath hitching at his lips and tongue coming to meet your lips. He starts of slow and progressively gets more aggressive with his patterns, tongue lapping up your arousal that had been running down. You tug at the sheets at the side of his head in tight fists. It all just seemed like another one of many fantasies about your superior but this time, you knew it was all reality.
He strokes his tongue in gentle motions over your cunt and relishes in the taste. His lips finally pump around your clit and suck around it, an audible moan dragged out from you unexpectedly. Fingers drilled at your legs harsher as his ministrations on your worn-out entrance were to where it was too much to handle, repeating whines with the echoes of his slobbering tongue pleasuring you.
“Oh my god,” you pant out while he endures eating at your pussy like you were his last meal. “Simon, I’m gonna cum, you feel so good — please,”
You realize you’re essentially riding his face after being blown out of your dreamy smog, enclosed hips in his tight grasp circling and rocking as the tip of his nose combined with his lips below you adding to the undying arousal. He lets out grunts each time you prod on his nose.
It was a pornographic sight. From the noises emitted to the sound of mouth on skin and fucking your lieutenant. Everything about the whole thing was unreal and too erotic to process.
You’re holding on for your life to his bulletproof vest, face damp with fallen tears, and sweat painting your body in a glassy view. Despite the bliss you were awarded with, it still wasn’t enough, but you had a feeling of nearing to the edge anyways. He plunges his tongue deeper into you which rises that churning in your lower stomach, walls closing in and pushing down to shape a new buzz.
You collapse down on him, back arched yet slumped as you sit on top him while your orgasm is pulled from you. He gives a few more tired laps on your cunt before you’re pulled off him, settling in his lap for a change of scenery. You’re frozen and bound while clearing your throat, his hands running up and down your moist legs.
“Do you want to keep going, sweetheart?” He says, heavily with jagged breathing behind his words.
He’s covered in you. His nose and mouth area splattered in your arousal, captivating you as he wiped it off with the back of his hand. You give a limp nod to reply and he gives a small grin at you. You’re back laying on the mattress as he pinned you from above. He reaches to unfasten his belt before shucking his pants to his knees. You reach to dart and lick your bottom lip knowing at the possibilities that were ahead of you.
“You want me?” He asks. “You want me to fuck you?”
You already find yourself regaining your stability to bring out a few words. “Please, lieutenant.”
Ghost pecks a small kiss to your cheek before he gets rid of pants to be left on the floor. “That’s my girl.” he moves his lips to suck and kiss at the exposure of your neck. “God, I’ve wanted to be inside you since you’ve joined the godddamn task force.”
His voice is brought down in a volume that compelled you to buck your hips up into nothing. He then handles his cock from the confines of his briefs. It’s already damp with precum forming in beads at the tip, his hand stroking slowly as he looked down at you. He finds it amusing how you watch him with wide eyes that were hinted with eagerness.
He feels almost as feral as you do, his dick raised to meet his sculpted stomach and in an agony to be consumed by your pussy. Leaning down to your throat once again to give a few more kisses of contentment, the tip of his cock is at your entrance, just about engulfed in your warm walls. His hands raise up to your breasts where they’re tender, his fingers toying with your nipples and a whine leaving your mouth at the sensitivity.
A gruff exhale leaves his lips. “I can’t fucking wait till I’m done pounding you, then the only thing you’ll ever be desperate about is me.”
”Please, Ghost, I’ve been waiting all night.” you whimper. “I want the both of us to feel good…”
“Anything for you, pretty.” the last thing he says before sitting up, grabbing at the sides of your hips.
His cock stretches you out, a combination of sighs and pained sobs mumbled under your breath at the feeling. It was painful but it was you’ve been longing for all night. The ache in your body starting to be driven away. You grab the arms that were at your waist, holding onto them shakily for purchase.
“Shit, Simon,” you bask in him, eyes half-lidded up at him before shutting. “You feel so good…”
“I can’t tell you how I’ve longed for this,” he bellows and slaps his hips against yours entirely, cock pulled out before being swallowed back in. “I’ve had dreams of you, fantasies. I wanted us to fuck like rabid creatures no matter who saw or didn’t, just wanted all of you for myself.”
His pace is faster and you claw your nails into his arm, though overtaken as he moves to pin your hands over your head — thick fingers intertwining with yours. Your legs settle on his shoulders as the new position allows him to fuck you deeper, faster. You feel dwarfed with him overhead, his broad shoulders and all.
“Simon,” You gasp out, voice starting to falter. “Wanna be with you forever, want you to take me as yours.”
His chest rises more promptly as he lets out noises similar to growls, making brief eye contact with you before stopping temporarily. He adjusts your legs further up his shoulders and sits up straightening himself, his fingers tighter locked around yours as your gasps are more louder and tainted. His cock reaches a specific area of your pussy that seems inaccessible to reach but yet, he proves you wrong.
A bulge of his cock is imprinted with his movements. It doesn’t take long for it him notice, gifting him with a move you had least expecting coming from him. One of his hands leaves yours to push down on the bulge while he fucks you, the new feeling nearly making you faint. You clench around his cock and he growls brutishly.
“You like being fucked like this, huh? You’re just a tight whore for your superior.” he utters at you. “Such a slut for me.”
The pressure was excessive, you're trembling again as he's penetrating you with all of his mustered up durability. One hand is caught in a hold with yours, a sign of endearment, while the other is continuously pressing down on the bulge that admits you a whole new layer of stimulation. Tears smeared your cheeks mixed sweat that ran down your jawline and neck. Ghost slants to press his lips on yours in a messy grab, a vague aftertaste of cigarettes left on your mouth as he sits up again.
You're lightheaded. With the amount of muscle and brawn that you were being crushed, you couldn't help but recite his name out. He too repeats your name, fucking you violently and quicker into the mattress, his head coming to rest in the space of your neck. His mouth biting and tongue soothing over the marks, a squeal earned from you with each of them.
A knot formed in your stomach and twisted after a few more of his powerful thrusts, a loud moan of his name as he assuredly cums at your cervix with how deep he's in you — likely some of it leaking into your womb. His pace is in ruins but he stays inside you a little longer, fucking himself more into your beaten cunt, some of his seed leaking through it and dribbling down your inner thighs.
"Damn," he mutters to himself while rising up, pulling his mask down. "Fuckin' hell," He blinks slowly and looks down at your bare limp body, adoring his perspective of your sleep-like condition. "Feelin' better, sweetie?"
You use your stamina to look up at him through sleepy eyes, viewing him in a lethargic peer. A small smile is pulled at the corner of your lips as you nod at him, plummeting back down onto the soft linen that defined your body. He chuckles to himself and surrounds your body, using a makeshift rag on the bedside table to clean you up.
"You owe me for this one." he comments, jokingly. "Better be up early tomorrow just like you said."
"I know." you remark weakly.
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