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Simon Riley vs no nut november

He scoffed at you and rolled his eyes hearing something as stupid as that.

"it's an event for virgins to feel better about themselves." He grunted out as he made his morning tea, his thick, muscled back facing you, flexing with every movement.

"maybe you just wouldn't last, scared to put your pride and ego on the line."

That irritated him, flaring up his competitive streak. You could see the way his jaw clenched, molars grinding together. Simon didn't like to be challenged, and he certainly didn't like it when someone said he wasn't capable of something, especially his pretty girl.

"ya' saying I can't?"

"nope..."

"we'll see then, hmm?"

And just like that, the bets were on. Day one began, and you were already rubbing up on him, trying your best to sabotage the competition with soft touches and inviting words. You made it hard for him, wearing one of his shirts, pressing your chest against his back as he stood at the counter.

"does your cock hurt? I could hold it in my hand if you wanted..." You offer, already feeling over his big, bulky body, down his tensed abs and to the hem of his sweatpants. You only got a grunt as a reply, and a light smack on your hand when you tried to palm his heavy, twitching cock through the thin fabric.

Simon would never admit it, but he was aching. He wanted to squeeze the fat of your hips and pull you back on his aching cock, push his ugly mug into your soft tits and split you open so deliciously on his cock. But unfortunately, proving you wrong came first on his priority list.

By day two Simon was irritated and grouchy. His dick ached, his balls ached, all he wanted was to sink into your warm, wet cunt and spurt his hot, thick cum deep inside.

You were pulling out all the plays in the book, showering with the door open, touching yourself so he could hear every lewd squelch when your fingers slide into your wet heat, something that he could have if he just relinquished his pride. The final straw was when you bent over in front of him, claiming that you were "just looking for something I dropped".

That's how you ended up with your face smushed into the pillows and your body trembling from overstimulation. He was everywhere, overwhelming your poor senses, heavy balls slapping against the fat of your ass, rutting into your from behind.

Your prayed the apartment walls were thick enough that the neighbours couldn't head the loud squelches and schlicking sounds coming from your greedy cunt and the even louder whines and moans coming from you. It was just so hard to keep your mouth shut when Simon was rolling his strong hips into yours like that, the fat, drooling tip leaking right against your cervix.

"don't run from this, yeah?" Simon tried to sound cocky, but his voice was lying, he sounded ruined, fucked-out and needy. "you just had to tease me all fuckin' day. Tryin' to push it, huh?"

Before you know it, a heavy hand lands on the back of your head, pushing your face back down into the pillows, muffling your moans, your body jostling and sweat-slicked beneath all his heat and muscle. You couldn't even nod along to his words, to get him going again and tease him for folding so fast because your poor pussy was getting fucked dumb, twitching around him, overwhelming by the pace, the familiar pressure in your tummy building, how Simon was grinding against the gooey bundle of nerves on your warm, welcoming walls.

"fuck your stupid fuckin' november" He grumbled under his breath, mostly to himself and his bruised ego. "i'm gonna cum inside you, i'll do it every day if I feel like it too."

A small whine escaped in response, your pussy betraying you, giving Simon a squeeze, trying to milk his cock and pull him back in.

"you like that, huh? you want my cum?" Simon groaned, deep and low, gritting his teeth with a wolfish grin. He swears under his breath, veins practically popping in his neck as he tries to hold back his orgasm, but the way your cunt was sucking him back in had his eyes squeezing shut, and then he was emptying himself inside you.

Thick, deep ropes of cum flooded your poor pussy, mushroom shaped tip probing against your spongy depths, shallow thrusts and hard rolls of his hips following soon after, working his sperm into you. You weren't much better unfortunately, his pretty, soft girl, usually looking so divine, now a quivering mess, lying limply underneath him while a sticky mess formed on the sheets.

"no nut november, what a stupid thing." he grunt roughly, already dragging you closer by your hips. "more like let see how much you can take this november."

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a/n: ...hey... sorry for disappearing for like 4 weeks lol. this is not proofread :(

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More Gladiator Konig

He fights like an animal, standing like a giant over the other Romans, thick, bulky muscles and a healthy layer of fat and hair to keep you warm during the colder nights. Now he fights for your freedom, demanding that you be his woman as his reward. Of course, it's granted, can't have Konig going on a rampage against the poor nobles just cuz he can't get his dick wet.

He doesn't even dread going into the arena anymore, he enjoys it now, getting to show off for a pretty little thing like you. Konig's favourite part is when he gets to hurl his spear through the chest of some poor soldier who let his eyes linger just a little too long on your plush breasts :(

And Konig loves to show you off, dragging you into his lap where his legs are spread wide, sitting you right on top of the girthy bulge in his loincloth. Doesn't even care that you're at a public feast among the nobles, he just has you feeding him grapes and fatty cuts of meat while he's rambling on about his win streak in the Colosseum, stroking his own ego all by himself.

And like a good husband, which he just calls himself that, now he collects the furs and hides of the animals he slays, bears and wild boars made for fine furs to lie on while he bullies his fat cock inside your pretty little pussy, the stretch making you squeal in surprise, the swollen tip nudging right up against your cervix while it oozes thick precum, trying to encourage the next line of gladiators :((

Sometimes, if he's in a good mood after a fight, he'll let you put on his gear (good lord, it's heavy, and too big!) and let you swing his beloved gladius around and play target practice with his spear, his large hands coming to rest on your hips, squeezing the fat there while he coos softly into your ear, adjusting your stance by nudging you slightly and praising you when his sword slashed through the training dummy.

Looks like you're gonna have to play with his other "sword" later too...

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Gladiator!Konig, who dominates the Colosseum, fighting in the sandy pits and entertaining the crowds of commoners and even the Emperor himself. The hot sun beats down on his skin, sweat rolling off his muscles that he used to hold up his shield and spear.

He towered over the male lion in front of him, showing no signs of fear when his spear cut through the thick hide, claiming victory over the beast and living another day. His keepers, annoying spineless men in their fancy silks and glimmering jewels, were making a fortune off him, parading him around dinner parties much to his despise, the crowned jewel of the arena.

But they have to allow him to blow off some of his frustration sometimes :(

Enter poor you, a servant for one of the men, given to Konig to have his way with. Konig's primal instincts rear their ugly head as he drags you off to his own quarters, tugging off his musky, dirty armour while he forces you to tend to his wounds, rubbing healing ointments into the strained muscles while he soaks in the milk bath.

He enjoys how skittish you are, too, jumping and flinching like a pretty little doe every time he makes the slightest movement or noise. But as much as he likes making you squirm, he'd rather have you squirming on his veiny, hung cock instead :(

And the worst part of it all is that he refuses to wear anything when he's alone with you. His huge body, with big and strong muscles and a healthy layer of fat over him, creating the perfect image of masculinity and virility to display like a prized stallion. And his cock is just too heavy to stand up on its own :( Thick and long, with fat veins running down to the uncut tip. His balls hanging low and full and fat between his thighs, pent up with sperm from the adrenaline of the fight today.

He's lying on his bed, a comfy ring of pillows and animal furs strewn about around him, while he grunts for you to come closer, an amused, smug grin on his face when your eyes dart to his hard cock drooling out so much precum it stains the sheets and furs beneath him.

Why don't you come over and sit on his lap, he just wants to keep you warm :)

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Finally letting your weird roommate hit that :)

It was like there was bugs under his skin or something. Every time he came around you, he couldn't for the life of him sit still. Konig had been planning though, he'd spent his fair share of time on forums on reddit, looking through how to attract a woman like he was a male bird, and he had gathered some 'scientific evidence', if you could call it that.

He's not very conventionally attractive, having scars and burn marks on his body, and a badly broken nose that was set wrong, so he needs all the help he can get to get some action. Maybe it was slightly (really) creepy that he was tracking your menstrual cycle so he knew when you were ovulating to take full advantage of that. Some would call that stalking, but he just considered himself to be a caring friend.

Maybe he's been stealing some of your body cream so he can smell nice for you and entice you to come closer, or yell at him for touching your things, he enjoys the attention either way. And sometimes he wears grey sweatpants (no boxers of course), slung low on his hips so you could see his heavy cock hanging between his muscular thighs. When he sits on the couch and manspreads right in front of you, already half hard and twitching beneath the fabric thinking about your warm, smooth lips sucking on the tip of his fat cock, he laying the honey for his trap.

He can see you looking at him from the corner of his eye and it makes his palms sweaty. Sure he'd watched countless hours of lewd porn and thought he knew what to do, but he'd never seen a woman look at him like that before. Konig was a little afraid you might eat him alive.

But it was okay, he'd just mimic whatever he's watched in porn and recreate it with you when you asked. simple.

But no, when you tugged down his sweats and straddled his broad lap, it was not fucking simple.

Konig was so whiny and desperate, but he was also so obedient for you, just your hand around his veiny cock has him shuddering, trying not to cum all over your fist within the first three seconds. But you're too focused on the way his forearms flex and his veins swell with blood when his hands instinctively scramble grip your hips, holding you in place so you can't just sink down on his cock, or else he'll blow his thick load immediately :(

You pause, giving him a look that makes him worried that he's just blow his shot at no longer being a virgin, which was quickly washed away when you tugged your panties to the side and eased the fat, drooling tip between your slick, swollen folds. Konig's cock is barely even an inch in and he's already panting, his heavy balls tightening up between his thighs, his head thrown back as a low groan escapes his throat. He tries his best to exude confidence and not let the tears slip from his eyes when you sink down, but Konig's far too gone to care.

Konig is loud, a moaning and whimpering mess with every thrust. You could tell he was a virgin based off of his pace, clumsy and awkward, sometimes too fast, sometimes too slow. It was a good thing his dick was as long and girthy as it was, because his aim was shit, the broad tip nudging and missing all the good spots inside you. You had to roll your hips to get him to rub against that spot deep inside you, having to take matters into your own hands, because Konig doesn't seem to able to take much more, his thrusts already starting to stutter and become sloppy.

Poor Konig was in heaven, far more lost than you were, and he wasn't even the one who was ovulating.

He was just too sensitive, your sweet, tight cunt was squeezing his cock so hard, the pleasure was teetering on being painful. And when you rolled your hips down to meet his sloppy thrusts, the feeling of his engorged veins pulsing against your warm walls with every beat of his heart was enough to make him see stars.

Konig came with a low, whiny groan, his strong hips instinctively thrusting up into you with bruising strength, filling your pussy with so much of his hot, thick cum, that it oozes out and on to his balls. He was trembling when he came down from his high, tears running down his cheeks while he made you promise him over and over again that you wouldn't move an inch, he couldn't take any more, certainly not a second round from him :(

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a/n: actually ovulating rn :((

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not proofread :(( + request

You were used to wearing short skirts, you really did put the word "mini skirt" to the test. The pretty fabric could barely cover your ass, but John never seemed to be bothered, always grumbling on about 'easy access' or whatever when he couldn't resist feeling you up a little.

And maybe he liked to show you off to the guys too, loving how jealous they'd get over his pretty girl. Your soft-looking skin, your curvy, soft figure with thick thighs, full breasts and broad hips... maybe Price had jerked off to the thought of you one or twice... a few hundred times... when he was stuck on some shitty, cold base out in the middle of nowhere, his pretty lady just did that to him.

But you'd never push your limits, never wearing a skirt that was short enough where a little sliver of your ass was peaking out. John really couldn't understand it, he'd spoiled you silly, buying you everything you've ever wanted. All the makeup and perfumes and pretty clothes you could ask for, but not shorter skirt for Price's eyes only?

But if you want something done, you've got to do it yourself.

Price does love to cook, the big, burly man considers it his hobby away from his job, also, he's like a bear, a huge calorie intake every day to maintain his muscle mass, so it's no surprise when he starts feeding you a little bit more too <3 And of course you embrace it fully because you want to eat well, and you'd never deny Price a chance to feed you.

He always gives you the fattiest cuts of meat, arguing that 'he's gotta keep you strong and healthy' especially if you want to bear him strong and healthy babies in the future... and you couldn't deny that you loved being pampered by your husband, so you indulged in every hearty meal and sweet delicacy he gave you.

And Price's plan works well, so it's a win win for everyone. You had called him into your bathroom one morning, complaining about how your skirts didn't fit anymore, they'd become too short for you, you explained through teary eyes, upset that now a little bit of your ass was peaking out, but Price wasn't complaining in the least bit. no, he was enjoying all this, but first he had to comfort his soft, sweet wife and lavish you with affections.

He has no issues with give you a rough groping with his large, warm hands, slipping them under your skirt to palm at and squeeze the fat of your ass while whispering affections into your ear, telling you how much he'd loved you and how good you looked before he can't take it anymore, he has to mount you like an animal :( His broad body fully envelopes yours, weighing you down on your shared bed like a paperweight, making sure your surrounded by your man, his heavy musk and cologne filling your nose and lungs.

Thick, hairy thighs press up against yours, burly arms and thick, scarred hands holding your hips in place so you can't squirm away from him again, squeezing the fat of your hips when you try to. Price slides a pillow under your hips to elevate them so he can have better access to the swollen, slick folds of your pussy that his fat cock can glide into easily, scraping against your inner walls so deliciously all you can do is moan and whine into the sheets.

You can feel his hands roaming over your soft body, squeezing the flesh there and kneading it like dough in his hands, admiring the way it filled them and spilled out between his fingers while his hips thrust forward in short, bruising thrusts. He grinds into you nice and deep before he's about to finish, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing at your clit and coaxing you into a dizzying orgasm, only amplified by the fact that he's been saving his thick cum for your pretty pussy, enough that it gushes out around his cock and creates a sticky mess on the sheets below.

And after that hard workout, he'll have to feed you a hearty breakfast to replenish your strength :))

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When you said that the Simon Riley had a "small dick" it was like hell hath frozen over. Apparently that was offensive to him, and that the word "small" and "Simon Riley" should never ever appear in the same sentence.

It was just a joke, but Simon didn't take it that way. Maybe it was the alcohol making your lips and little looser than usually, the beverage warming your tummy and making your brain a slightly sluggish mess. It made everyone at the table laugh, except for your boyfriend.

For the rest of the night his eyes seared into you, hot like a brand and heavy like iron. Simon's jaw was clenched tight, scarred knuckles turning white around his glass of beer. Even his smile wasn't reaching his eyes anymore, and there was a slight awkward tension between the two of you.

After everyone had cleared out, Simon practically dragged you home. Maybe you were a little bit excited about what this huge, mean brute might do to you just because you bruised his man ego in front of all your friends.

"you think yer funny?' he asks you gruffly, his hand already tugging at the leather of his belt roughly.

"it's a joke, Simon, just a joke. Don't tell me your insecure or something?" you reply, maybe pushing his buttons just a tad bit more.

"my dick's small, huh? That's what you told all our friends, right?" he grunts out, already pushing you down to you knees, he brow furrowed in concentration as he pulls his cock out.

There were men that were well-endowed, but Simon? that was another monster completely. He's fucking huge, thick and veiny, and so mean looking. The size of him and how close his cock is to your face had any more jokes dying on your tongue.

His hands find their way into your hair, tugging your head back so you're forced to look into his cold, dark eyes, the broad, drooling tip of his aching, thick cock already nudging against your lips insistently, telling you to open up for his "small dick".

"since you wanted to run yer mouth at the bar, lemme see you do it with my dick in it since you want to mock me."

Simon was not about to be the patient, loving man you always knew, no, your throat was going to be raw by the end of the night :( lesson learned

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cw: somnophilia (??? idk man its sleep demon Simon Riley)

Your sleeping schedule was terrible. So terrible in fact, that your doctor had prescribed you pills to help with the insomnia you were suffering from. They said to only take half a tablet, but you waved their words away and took two before bed, and before long you were out cold.

Your dreams feel fuzzy and warm, limbs heavy with lead and head full of cotton. You couldn't tell if you were awake or not, tightrope walking the hazy line between dreaming and being awake, and Simon was right there to push you into your dreams. The sleep demon's hand are rough and warm as he spreads your thighs open, intent on helping you get a good night's sleep by knocking you out fully.

His tongue is like fire on the inside of your thighs, laving over the soft skin there, and when you open your mouth to question this mysterious figure, you're cut off by a low whine. His tongue is on you, dragging flat and slow through your folds, parting them to lick up your slick pooling at the entrance to your pussy. Simon's tongue flicks up to circle your clit, the tip of his tongue cruelly bullying your swollen bud until your cry with pleasure.

You can see him through half-lidded eyes, seeing that nasty smile of his, worse is that you can feel it against your skin. He knows what he's doing.

And you try to shift around, to nudge him to put his mouth back to work where it should be, your foot against his thick, muscled back, only for him to wrap one hand around the back of your knee and place your leg over his shoulder so he can spread you a little wider. Another long lick is directed at your poor clit before Simon's dipping his head down to probe the tip of his tongue at your pussy, pushing inside just a little bit before pulling away, earning a frustrated groan from you.

Your head lolls to the side, a mirror sitting there on your vanity, allowing you to see the shadows of Simon curling around you, your hairs a mess, a light sheen on sweat coating your skin from all that teasing.

Simon's rough fingers bully themselves inside your cunt, digging into your with an obscene squelch that should've had you burning with shame, but nothing else mattered more than the rough pads of his fingers against your walls, exploring and stretching you out until he's knuckle deep inside and practically feeling every beat of your heart when you clench around him.

Simon know's your sensitive, he knows you can feel every drag of him inside you, the way your thighs tremble and burn, the sticky mess of slick pooling underneath your ass. He crooks his fingers without a second thought, rubbing and pressing right against all those gooey spots inside you.

Your voice turns into a broken little whimper, a warmth curling and twisting inside your tummy until you can't take it anymore.

You shiver and try to form a coherent response, but your words are like soup, thick and runny, and slipping past the valleys in your mind.

"Oh- oh, fuck. cumming, I- cumming-"

"Attagirl."

When it hits, its like fireworks licking up your spine, the fire consuming every nerve ending until every last shred of coherence is stolen from you.

Your cunt clenches and spasms around his fingers, the world dissolving around you into white noise and a kaleidoscope of colours, the rhythmic contractions of your pussy, drawing his thick fingers deeper, his wrist and hand becoming soaked with your slick, curling his fingers and rubbing the heel of his palm against your clit to draw out your high until your soft and pliant beneath him.

Your pills are working, drawing you deeper into sleep while the big, bulky man curls himself around you, keeping your warm and safe as sleep finally takes you. Too bad Simon only exists in your dreams.

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cw: lil pregnancy + lactation kink

Moose typically mate and then move on, the males leaving the females behind to have their calves, so you couldn't understand why you couldn't shake Konig off your tail, why he was following you around with a silly smile, nosing into your side to guide you around raised tree root, cautious with your pregnant belly.

You smelled like him, his heavy and warm musk, so of course he was going to follow you around silly! And the added benefit to all that is when your breasts are all sore and achy, Konig gets to soothe you by smooshing his face in your plush chest and suck on your nipples. You can huff and grunt all you want about this weird male moose, but you couldn't deny how good it felt when his tongue flicked over your swollen bud, coaxing drops of milk from you and a low whine feeling the pressure finally decrease.

In the later months of pregnancy, Konig liked to lie you on your back, draping your legs over his antlers that had started to grow back in after the previous ones had been shed, and lave slow and languid licks over your needy cunt. And it's so embarrassing that he's doing it out in an open field where any hybrid can see his strong, huge body covering yours while you moan with pleasure and delight :(

And it didn't matter if yours breasts were already leaking milk, or your belly was super swollen, Konig was a man on a mission, wanting to fuck you and breed you all the time! It was like a feedback loop, Konig saw your pregnant belly and got hard and had to fuck you and breed you, pumping you full of his thick sperm every chance he got, then after he was done he cuddle you and lavish you with attention. But then he'd look at you tummy keeping his calve warm and safe, and he'd get hard again :(

It was hard to squirm away from the borderline overstimulation your poor cunt was going through with every thrust of Konig's fat, huge cock battering you. He'd just grip your hips a little tighter in his big, warm hands and give your a rumbly huff about 'being a good cow for me' before he's dragging your back on to his cock :(

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Bear hybrid!John Price, who drags you inside his den for winter hibernation.

He's chuffing and groaning, nudging you with his wet nose to lie down on the various pillows and blankets he's stolen from human campsites to make a cozy nest for the both of you. He's fiercely territorial over you, taking the time to scent mark the woods surrounding the den before lumbering back inside.

The colder weather and changing tree leaves have made him a tad lazier than he should be, and he's certainly been packing on the muscle and fat for the winter, needing it to keep you warm. Price has been prepping at least, collecting nuts and tuberous roots, berries he's dried and meats stored away in the corners of the den, things he can feed you to keep your strength up for mating.

But when winter really hits in full force, when both of you are sheltered away and the heavy snow has blocked the entrance to the cave, is when Price really gets lazy. So lazy in fact, that he just lies on top of you. You think it might be attempted murder with how heavy he is, but his shaggy brown fur is just too warm to protest :(

His large paws grope your soft breasts, squeezing you in all the right places to get you needy and whining beneath him. And he can't leave you hanging, no, he slots his strong hips in between your own, his large, thick cock sinking deep into you with a slow thrust. He stretched out your walls, nudging against your poor cervix with sloppy thrusts, fucking his cum deeper into you. But Price is just so, so lazy and sleepy that it's more like a lovemaking grind, but it's okay, not like you're going anywhere anyway.

It's where you'll stay for the next few months, with Price feeding you, stretching you out on his fat cock, filling you with his thick cum, and massaging your tummy, because apparently that's supposed to help with fertility... something something... releasing more eggs from the ovaries. Poor Price is just desperate to have some cubs cuz he's getting up there in age and wants to be a daddy by springtime :(

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John Price helping you study for your college classes. You've got a midterm coming up and you really want to do well, but John is just so damn tempting. A large, gruff, hairy man whose lap looks so welcoming and warm for you to sit in.

But he's not impressed with you, his pretty sweetheart, refusing to be studious and instead staring at his half-chubbed-up cock in his pants with your pupils blown wide. He promises you can ride him if you just read the next chapter of your textbook, reciting the definition and treatment plan for those with osteoporosis while he fingers your warm, wet hole.

It's too hard to read, feeling his thick fingers stretch you out, your brain practically melting out of your ears when he rubs up against that gooey bundle of nerves deep inside you. What a nasty, dirty old man he is :( But at least you're going to get good grades from this!

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Police Officer Simon Riley who catches you going WAY over the speed limit in the middle of the night.

You sit in your car, hands on the steering wheel while red and blue lights flash behind you. Maybe trying to race home from work wasn't such a smart idea, especially when you know better that there's usually a cop that camps this road :(

Simon is mean, leering at you and shining his flashlight inside your car, looking for anything suspicious before telling you to get out, grunting out something about you being 'under the influence'. When you try to protest, all you get is a glare in response before he's making you walk tandem stance, in a straight line.

Then he has you put your hands on the hood of his car and spread your legs for him. Just be a good girl for the officer and let him pat you down realy quick. And don't worry if he goes a little bit slow over your hips and ass, he's just checking if you have any contraband!

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Happy 3000 Followers!

Old livestock guardian!Simon practically loses his mind when he sees that stupid, cunning wolf Johnny chasing after you again. He clearly warned that feral beast several times that if he bothered you again, Simon would teach him a lesson.

Johnny only gets to snap at your pretty, fluffy tail a few times before Simon slams into his, leaving him a wheezing and sputtering confused mess on the grass. Simon is fiercely overprotective of you and doesn't take kindly to some strange mutt sniffing around where he shouldn't be. If Johnny wants to be a little asshole whose led by his hormones and his overly swollen knot, Simon will take care of that.

He's so much larger, stronger and more experienced than Johnny, having no qualms or quarrels about biting into his scruff, and before the wolf knows it, he's down on his hands and knees, Simon's large cock fucking into him, his fat and swollen knot catching on his hole with every heavy thrust. Johnny was supposed to be fucking into you, not being mounted by the old dog he despised so much :((

And it's ten times more embarrassing because you're watching! And to add insult to injury, after Simon is done with him and shoos him off with a snap of his teeth, tail tucked between Johnny's legs, Simon's instantly by your side. He's scenting you and rubbing himself against your body, covering you in his heavy musky scent while you groom your guardians rumpled up fur.

And poor Johnny watches from the treeline, his pride sore but his hole even sorer. That's not fair, he's supposed to be the focal point of your life :(

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Gladiator!Simon, who killed the last reigning champion in the Colosseum and now wears his skull as a mask. It was a horrible, graphic display of brutality, not uncommon to the Colosseum, but decapitating someone and then skinning the head was barbaric according to the nobles watching the duel that day.

But you found it invigorating, seeing the blood spatter, hearing the cheers from the crowd, even as the nobility cringe away at their most prized possession now gone, all that money and time down the drain. Maybe it was inappropriate to cheer because you were the Emporer's daughter, but it was hard to resist the newly crowned champion.

He was covered in blood and sweat, the fibres of his muscles engorged with blood, making him appear even bulkier than he is as he towered over his dead opponent. He was rude and insensitive, tossing the head into the crowd before turning his back on the Emperor. Simon will pay dearly for that later.

You found him at sunset, hanging from an old cypress by a metal hook pierced through his lower ribs. You couldn't just leave him there; he was still alive and kicking! He's dirty and smelling, and too damn heavy, it was a struggle to get him back to your chambers, drawing him a milk bath to hopefully cleanse his wound.

Meanwhile, Simon was carefully committing every detail of you to his memory, the first touch of kindness in his sorry, miserable excuse for a life. His heavy hand gripped the back of your neck, resting his forehead against your own, his dark eyes peering into your own.

Simon is reborn, giving a new chance at life, at the Colosseum as your gladiator, bloodthirsty and craving a fight, full of vigour like he's still a young buck. And when you drag him back to your chambers after he came out victorious, his blood still pumping hot and full of testosterone from fighting in your honour, he lies you down on your bed, his fat cock throbbing against his thick thigh, his balls so full of potent seed, a final offering of loyalty for the future Empress :))

Of course, he needs to show off his virility, his sexual prowess. Simon needs to proclaim his undying love and devotion for you, breathing silent prayers into your skin before sliding into you with a pleasured moan <3

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Nikto x reader

Finding a good price for a hitman nowadays was hard.

You contemplated hiring some random crackhead off the street for a couple hundred bucks, but you were a little worried it might track back to you. That's how you found yourself at some shady bar on the south side of town at 1 o'clock in the morning on a Saturday.

Some of your friends were telling you that you're acting dramatic, to just get over the fact that your boyfriend had cheated on you. Take some time and heal from the hurt. But this was your way of healing.

It was dingy and dirty inside the bar. The cheap paint was peeling off the walls already, the scent of booze that's probably moonshine, and cigarettes was like a haze assaulting your poor senses and stinging your eyes, and there were creeps everywhere crawling around like maggots. But one man in this establishment was different apparently.

You slid into the booth with a stranger, his face fully covered with a mask except for his overly intense blue eyes that had an almost empty gaze which came off quite threatening and a little chilly. And the fact that he was built like a brick house wasn't making you feel any better.

"you have the money for us?"

Nikto's voice sounded like he smoked a pack a day, like he needed a cold glass of water to soothe that rough, deep voice of his. You fumbled with the money, your hands a little bit clammy from the nerves getting to you.

"We will charge you half price, just because you are pretty." He grunts as he waves his large, scarred hand at you dismissively, only taking half of the cash. How could he ever say no to such a sweet little thing like you, even in a stupid circumstance like this.

That was all the conversation led to. He left moments later, disappearing like a ghost in the night as if he was never here in the first place. You felt a little silly, maybe he'd just scammed you pretty bad, adding insult to injury about the whole boyfriend situation.

That was the thought process until he showed up at your door a few weeks later. Nikto could never leave a sweet girl like you hanging, he needed to inform you personally that he'd completed the job. He couldn't help himself, the voices in his head all bickering with one another, anger and hatred, possessiveness and obsession splitting his skull in two before it all went hush when you opened the door.

Nikto was standing a little too close for your comfort, staring at you for far too long to be considered normal. He's much scarier in the daytime, big broad shoulders taking up far too much space in your doorframe while he used his burly body to push his way inside your cozy home, brushing off his touches as 'just passin by' when his huge scarred hand finds itself dangerously low on your back.

"We took pictures, just for you, Любимая" Nikto grunts, voice rough as ever and tinged with a thick russian accent. He pulls out his wallet to show you, which you politely decline, feeling a bit squeamish at seeing a dead body, even if it was your fault.

"Anyone else? We'll do it for free, two for one deal. It's exclusive, just for you." He murmurs, and instead of stepping back, he seems to lean into your space more. Nikto can't let you leave, the voices finally quieted when you were around.

This was the tradeoff of hiring a cheap hitman, you were stuck to him like a magnet, his heavy clothed cock now pressing against your hip, his hands squeezing at your plush hips. You couldn't deny that his low, growly voice coaxed out a certain warmth in your tummy that you know shouldn't be there.

Maybe your head isn't screwed on straight. You should be afraid of him and running for the hills, not flustered and getting a little bit horny because of the way his voices sounds. You weren't very good at being subtle when you thighs clenched together, trying to shuffle away from him, but nothing is safe from Nikto's vigilant eyes, he notices.

Nikto isn't the nice and helpful hitman you think he is. The reality of the situation sits in your chest like a stone when his heavy hand curls around your nape, holding you in place for him so he can rut against you, the heavy musky scent on his clothes impossible to ignore.

I guess the hitman service wasn't half priced after all. Maybe if you let Nikto bully his fat cock into you and fill you with his thick seed, he'll get rid you that annoying boss of your's next :)

.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.

a/n: for the one person that wanted Nikto, this is for u

[fernsdelight]

brat tamer!Simon Riley who cannot tame you

It's incredibly frustrated, causing a vein to pop in his forehead every time you reply with some snarky retort, refusing to do as he says. He spoils you rotten, buys you ever sweet treat you could ask for, gifts you enough fluffy pillows and soft blankets to make a cozy, warm nest for yourself, but you're still behaving poorly :(

And everytime when he throws you over his shoulder, his large, rough hand giving your ass a warning swat as he carries you off to teach you a lesson, dramatically backfires on him.

Why does he always turn into the needy and desperate one as his strong, broad hips crowd your ass? You're just so warm and soft and sweet, and your pussy was so wet as he dragged the swollen red tip through your folds, earning a small whimper from Simon.

Simon would never admit how much you were affected him, and he didn't have to, you could tell by the way he rutted into you, bruising your hips with his strong, harsh thrusts. It just felt too good for Simon, so warm and snug, your walls squeezing down on his cock in a way that had his orgasm growing stupidly fast, his low hanging, heavy balls already starting to tighten up, ready to stuff you full.

This always happens, after the first round you end up riding his fat cock until he can't see straight anymore, lying back on your ridiculous fluffy pink blankets, completely drained dry of his cum, his poor dick aching as he reaches around for his phone to call Johnny over.

Hopefully that needy dog can tire you out enough so he can continue on with his lesson in respect.

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It was high time that your weirdo roommate Konig finally got a girlfriend... except it wasn't you.

You were kinda proud of him for bagging someone, and finally you wouldn't have to deal with his desperate, whiny attitude anymore, or him slobbering wet kisses against your neck like a dog. He could finally do that to someone else, and maybe lose his virginity too. That's a pretty strong maybe though.

It's not like you were jealous or anything, but it was a little bit lonely in the apartment now. Konig always seems to be out, the overwhelming smell of his heavy musk that you claimed you hated now fading from your shared space. As annoying as he was, you kinda missed Konig rambling on to you about his favourites interest and hobbies, watching him disassemble his guns on the kitchen table and clean them with the utmost care.

It had only been a few days and you were already feeling the loss of your creepy roommate. You'd never admit it aloud that he had grown on you, like some weird toxic fungus. You didn't even care anymore if he perved on you at the sight of your stiff nipples poking through the fabric of your top when it was cold.

Eventually... three days later... Konig came back to you, and what followed was quite the sad and pathetic story that he had to pay a prostitute to pretend to be his girlfriend, and she couldn't take it anymore so she quit.

It was like a humiliation ritual for Konig to get back into your arms, explaining through 'i'm sorry's" and teary eyes how desperate he was to feed his depraved and nasty delusions. Konig could see the way he made the woman's skin crawl, too eerily quiet as he shuffled around awkwardly with a sweaty wad of hundred dollar bills. He tried to at least be romantic, bringing the lady out for dinner, buying her a fancy bottle of wine to share.

It was a painful experience for the both of them, shame weighing Konig's heart down like a heavy stone for betraying you and having to basically scare this woman into submission with his big, broad figure and the promise of more money if she could endure his suffocating presence a little longer.

Konig promised you he didn't touch her, he only wanted you. God, he really wanted you. Couldn't you tell with the way his heavy cock throbbed insatiably against the fabric of his pants, so painfully hard from just seeing you again after a few days that it physically hurt :( it was just pulsating and drooling at the tip, thick precum leaking from it, leaving a wet patch on the front.

Please just give him another chance, he's still a virgin! Konig promises to never leave again, he's been so good for you these past few months, maybe you could give him just the tip, okay?

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i'm actually getting chewed tf up by these midterms rn, but I promise i'll get to your requests by the end of this week :)

Konig never considered himself to be a math wiz, but he certainly got by in high school, but now he was presented with the ultimate question, what was the limit on blankets in your bed?

He theorized that it was like a logarithmic graph, a steep incline that eventually had a limit that couldn't be surpassed. And maybe it was a little bit unethical to run a study on his sweet girl without your consent, but he was just plain curious.

He spent his time comparing different types of blankets in stores, weighted or light? colourful or neutral? sherpa or faux fur? Didn't really matter, you were gifted them all.

After five and six, he began to grow a little bit concerned, what WAS the limit? Maybe he wasn't as good at math as he thought, maybe this was an exponential function and you could have infinite blankets in your bed.

That thought was practically giving poor Konig a headache, instead taking his time to lay in your nest of pillows and blankets. But another theory was proved in the end, the softer the bed, the more receptive and needy you were for him.

You're practically dragging him under the covers with you the second his body hits the bed, already craving his thick, hung cock inside of you even though Konig had already bruised your soft hips and bred you so good this morning. More hypothesis testing must be done to figure out why you're so horny and pent up, and if poor Konig's dick can keep up with your needs.

After all, he is getting a little bit older :(