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I donât know, something in me just wants to be held down and pleased. Like I will tell you no but, please donât stop. Make me cum on your cock and fingers, tell me iâm a good girl, manhandle me. Hold my hand while you drill into me. It goes for anybody, man or woman. I really need to be fucked.
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Simon Riley who says 'sorry' over and over while fucking innocent!reader, as though a crime were taking place as he hovers over your body.
It certainly feels like one: his big, bearish hands pinning your knees open while he carves inside of you with his mean, girthy dick, and a pair of adoring, wet eyes staring back at him making his chest pinch with guiltâand yet, makes his cockhead leak precum. This is an atrocity. Milky moonlit rays cloak the bedroom in a weak glow that don't quite reach his hulking, shadowy silhouette atop of you; a beast poised to strike. I'm sorry, he says at the ladylike bashfulness written across your face, at the panic that slowly but surely descends upon it when you realize that the danger your family tells you to steer clear of has already made its way to you, your breath growing short as you tussle with him shyly. Fruitlessly. You're powerless to stop him, and you think blissfully that that absolves you of responsibility for breaking your parents' rules.
'Sorry, sweetheart, I couldn't help myself,' he breathes out shakily, hardly able to lookâat the naked expanse of your skin right beneath his fingertips, far too pristine for the likes of him. But he does look. He looks, morals be damned, with the hunger of a starved man. Nothing more, nothing less, because flowery words or elaborate metaphors aren't quite apt for a feeling so simple-minded and unembellishedâso base as the appetite you stir within him.
He feels the bulge rise under his palm as he bottoms out, watches the outline of his dick through your soft belly in twisted fascination. It feels like going to the moon and staking a flag. It feels like he's taken estate over you, within you, squeezing his body into the tight space. Forcing it to fit. He wants to make a home right here, where his palm presses down upon, making your shaky thighs squeeze around him. Quivers going through your legs like a bowstringâthe tension snapping in a messy release that sprays the sheets under your hips, trickling down your inner thighs. The embarrassment in your cherubic face does little to deter him, his palm steady in place as you feel his shaft sawing inside you, curved and thick. It feels like he's molding you to his cock; he feels like you're milking him.
Apologizing doesn't make him a better man by any means. It speaks less of a moral man than of a sick pervert who merely can't control himself. (A victim of his own desires, thatâs all. Thereâs even a kind of indulgence in the effortâlike a masturbatory pat on the back, that he tried and failed, sadly, to stay away from the pretty little thingâher, sweet and ruinousâ)
He's sorry, he says, and the wrongness of it makes his dick even harder. If he had nothing to be sorry for, perhaps it wouldn't feel quite as transfixing.
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Just a little something while I'm working on my other writing. I was pacing around my room and thought about a scenario where you and Gaz got a bit spicy. Like I am #soaked just thinking about it, i need a man like him and it's not even funny.
After months of back and forth, flirting, bantering, and quiet looks across the room; he finally gave in.
Kyle was fully aware of what he did to you, how you'd touch yourself while thinking about how he was so soft spoken. You replay his voice in your head so many times it could be considered a superpower. In your head, you'd put yourself under him... or on top.
Is he dominant?
Is he submissive?
Does he make you beg?
Does he beg?
The thoughts were endless, your fingers could cramp and you still wouldn't be able to stop, and somehow that wasn't enough.
"Gaz-" you spoke so breathlessly, a normal person would've thought you were about to pass out, "No, call me Kyle." He interrupted so intimately, your stomach flipped.
God, his voice.
His hands slid down the length of your torso until they came in contact with your hips, gripping the plush fat there. You let out a pathetic whimper.
"I haven't even done anything..." He teased; his smile made a scene in your panties. Cunt gaping around something that isn't there. You parted your lips to speak but whatever thought you had disappeared the mere second his lip began to pepper against your neck. Your hands slid up the muscle of his arms, his body pressed against yours suddenly made everything so warm and fuzzy.
Being sensitive to his touch, you let out a shaky sigh as lips began to travel to yours. You soft dug your nails into him at the sheer feeling, giving away any dignity you had left.
When his lips pressed into yours, your stomach jumped, and your breath hitched; His knee slotted between your thighs, your legs went jelly, and your knees nearly buckled from under you. "Kyle-" you spoke through his heavy, wet kisses. In which you only got a deep hum.
Honestly, it was kind of pathetic how needy you felt.
Lewd noises of you drowning in his kisses filled the room.
"Your beautiful, you know that- you're soaked."
"I know!" You admitted, full of embarrassment. Immediately trying to hide yourself. "Don't hide. I want to see you..." he spoke softly, biting your ear with a gentle tug that made you shiver.
"Go get on the bed."
And you obeyed. Like a puppy.
He was quick to get on top and peel away layers of clothes and discard them before letting you watch him do the same to himself.
he slotted himself between your legs on the bed, your head resting on the soft pillows with your body melting in anticipation. He freed himself. About 7 inches. Maybe two inches wide. God, how would you take that?
His hard, swollen cock laid slightly curved on your bare stomach, he brought your thighs up against his hips. Your clit twitched.
"I could cum just by looking at you." he said, half sigh-half moan. He gently gripped one of your ankles and placed it over his shoulder, putting you in the most vulnerable position. He hooked one hand in your panties and pull the fabric to the side and placed his fat tip at your slick entrance.
You jerked in surprise; he placed one hand on your elevated thigh and the other on your hip in a reassuring grip. When he inserted the tip, you both gasped without words; Your hand shot out to rest against his lower stomach.
Your face contorted in pleasure the deeper he went; your eyes rolled with pleasured tears forming. When the head of his cock touched that spongy spot inside you, you almost yelled. Your whole body was hot, every little touch made you flutter around him.
Once you got adjusted? It was everything you had thought it would be. But better.
He drilled into that spot until you whined and cried, shifting under him when soft dominant hands kept you under him and unable to run away from the pleasure he wanted you to have.
You gasped about 'not being able to take it' when you were taking him to the base just fine.
"Yes, you can." He grunted, snapping his hips into yours, making your back arch and your head press into the pillow, you could feel the oncoming orgasm. Your heart kicked up and you whined.
"Close? tell me." He watched you nod before sticking a hand between your thighs and rubbing circles on your swollen clit while keeping up his pace, you whine out his name as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, he rolled his hips into your convulsing body.
"It feel s-so good!" Your eyes shut tight at the feeling, fingers seeking his skin until contact.
Disclaimer: Just like I said before, tw kidnapping and blood. Maybe even a little teaser of forced proximity.
Your POV:
It was late at night, something in your chest wouldn't settle no matter how many teas you had.
You felt watched.
You couldn't shake the feeling.
Pulling into your driveway, you parked your Jeep. Locked the doors, closed the door, and finally walked up to your front door; slid off your trenchcoat and putting it on the hanger.
After a moment you finally felt like you were about to relax.
You couldn't have been more wrong.
You hadn't even heard the car pull in; a loud crack of your door showed you what you had been so uptight about. Without question you grabbed your phone and ran off deeper into your phone.
Three men. All slinking over 6'0. Dressed in all black from head to toe.
The tallest one caught on to your figure quickly.
"Get her." He spoke in the deepest, almost Russian accent. It made your heart beat, adrenaline just starting to kick in. You quickly sent off an SOS from your phone. You fumbled with your phone as you heard two pairs of feet pattering behind you. You dialed your mom before an arm slicked around your waist, pulling you back into a hard chest.
"Not so fast." He spoke, grabbing your phone and handing it to the other man behind him, who hung up the phone.
He lifted you with one arm, so you flailed. You kicked, bit, hit, anything you could desperately.
Your elbow caught him in his covered nose, causing him to hit you back due to a reflex, blood gushed from your face quickly. Your left hand tried to instantly cradle your face. You got slippery. You threw vases your blood was left all over your walls, they hit and dragged you around.
"Why won't you sit nice and pretty for us," one said, pulling you back towards him by your hair with the other tying a rope around your mouth so you couldn't speak.
The bigger man started to walk towards you once they got you down and under their control. "We didn't know the Task Force had someone so pretty.. A shame you're wasting your time on them." He took out a syringe and you writhed, squirming before everything went black.
One hoisted you up over his shoulder, "She's a fighter." He growled, "got me in my mouth." He huffed.
"Should've been watching instead of trying to flirt." The second laughed. He moved to grab your trenchcoat, "She'll probably need this."
The tallest went over to the kitchen, "Leave 'em a lil note, know they're going to come looking for their girl." He took out a Knife that had his boss's name craved deep into it, he forced it deeper into the wall before looking over your figure.
They hoisted you out the house and into the car before speeding off.
Disclaimer: This could be a series if you guys want it to be. Read it and let me know if you would potentially like a part two. There are signs of kidnapping and blood in this so if you don't like that, Scroll!! enjoyyyyyyyyyyyy!
You went missing.
It'd been days.
Laswell hadn't heard from you, not even Price.
It was seamless.
"Well, she was always depressed but I doubt she'd just go and kill herself, its not like her to do." Kate's words sounded in the quiet meeting room. Soap brought you up first, he knew, just like everyone else that the only answer was that you had been kidnapped.
You were the second CIA the Task force had, alongside Laswell. You were younger. Smarter but, easier to crack for intel. You had details like Laswell, juicy ones that were kept between the force.
The pregnant silence was broken by Captain Price speaking up, "You think she'd out us? She's new after all." He was right. You'd only been there for about 8 months. The team was still trusting you, you'd proved yourself more than once, but they could never be too sure. Especially Ghost. "She's got a good head on her shoulders, she'd be quiet if she knew what was best for her." Gaz spoke up after a beat.
Laswell typed away on her computer, trying her best to connect to your phone to get through to you. Your last location, last phone call, something. Until she got a lead.
12:03 am, you sent out an SOS. June 22nd.
Your last phone call was a failed attempt to your mom.
"Some definitely happened to her. She sent SOS and tried to make a phone call.. then nothing."
Her words made the boys sit up, Soap could barely settle. Price huffed, loosely flicking his unlit cigar. Gaz looked at Laswell like she held the answers to how the first human came about. She only earned a thoughtful hum from Ghost.
"The cameras at her house were disconnected, looks purposeful." She spoke once more, glancing up to read their grim expressions before her eyes settled back down onto the computer screen.
"We probably need to take a trip to her house then, scope the place out. See if anything was left behind." Ghost rumbled, the first thing he'd said in probably an hour. Price nodded at his suggestion, Soap and Gaz were immediately on board.
The next day, early in the morning they all loaded into one of the big SUV's, Price driving, Laswell in the passenger. Soap, Ghost, and Gaz squished up in the back, shoulder to shoulder. The tension in the car was loud, thick enough to cut with a knife. Price drove, fingers anxiously drumming against the stirring wheel despite his composed expression. Laswell led him down to your neighborhood, it was quiet, some mostly still sleep. They pulled into your driveway, your car still there. They noticed it right away.
"Blood on the car door.." Soap hummed, crouching slightly to inspect the blood, "looks like someone tried to get to the car. She was being hurt, most likely.." he finished, following everyone to the front door.
The door looked like it had been kicked in, broken in at the doorknob.
Ghost pushed the door open with a gloved hand.
Choas.
Your house had been trashed, blood on the walls, broken vases, family pictures were shattered. A knife was wedged into the kitchen wall.
"Bloody hell, they tried to kill the poor lass." Soap drawled while Price inspected the knife in the wall.
"Or she managed to fight back-" Gaz commented, his thought cut short by the sound of Price speaking up.
"Think I know who took 'er." He drawled, speaking up again.
Johnny had never had any type of self-control when it came to you. Your body, Hands, Hair, your feet even. He loved all of you. he liked how your thighs would squish together when you laid on your side, how you spread your legs when it got too hot. He liked opening his meal, peeling your panties off or sliding them to the side so he could devour what he had been missing.
You slept peaceful in your shared bed, oblivious to the harsh breathing behind you.
Pressing his face into your neck with a whimper as he stroked himself, wrapping one thick arm around your mid drift, softly calling out to you. The sound made you start to flutter awake.
"Hm?"
your voice did nothing to help, it only hardened his cock to the point where it was poking into your back.
"Please, lass, I need you.. You don't know what you do to me..." he was practically begging for you. It was hard to say no but, before you could decide on your decision; Soap was already handling you onto your back and placing himself in between your thighs. The fat girth of his cock sat heavy on your stomach, brushing against your belly button.
You should've told him no, said that it was too late for it. Your body had different plans. it was like a fire pit in your stomach, your cunt pulsed and twitched at the sight of him
"Can I?" He pleaded, looming over you with both hands planted beside your head, his accent was rougher when he was aroused. So, you, trying to be logical, made an attempt to reason.
"It's really late, can you wait until morning?"
He let out a grunt and grinded down onto you, making your heart lurch. Your hands immediately landed on his muscular arms, subconsciously pulling your knees up to accommodate him. Your slick leaked through your panties and onto his bare cock. His thick fingers tugged and pulled at your panties under they were somewhere on the floor. Your clit was red and swollen demanding attention despite your previous words.
A curse slipped from his mouth at the mere sight; his mouth was suddenly dry and all he wanted to do was watch you take him all the way to the base. He slid the head of his cock around your clit, making you gasp softly and dig into his shirt.
At first it started with just the tip.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
until he slowly sank his cock into your tight cunt making you whimper and bury into him. "God, yer so tight.." He groaned, unable to hold himself back from the feeling of your warmth around him. He bullied his cock into you, making you mewl out to him.
"Johnny.." was all you could manage, his hips slammed into yours. Your cunt fluttered around him like a whore. Lewd sound quickly filled the room, his balls slapped against the plump of your ass. His head punched that spot inside you with every thrust. You arched your back to accept him deeper and you almost saw the gates.
"More.. please.." You choked out making him pump his hips to feel your cunt clench around him, your legs locked around his waist, he felt his balls clench at the load building up. Your breathing became uneven, you bit your lip to keep from screaming out his name, afraid the neighbors might hear.
"Yer close?" His voice was shaking even though he tried to make it seem like he wasn't melting inside you in real time. You let out of breathless nod. you gripped his cock, sucking him deeper to the point his dropped his load off the same time as you.
It was euphoric.
Your legs shook, and he grinded you down from your high.
He collapsed on top of you and before he could even call out to you anymore, your breathing had already evened out, and he wasn't too far behind you until sleep overtook the both of you.
are you coming out with an act 2 of dead flesh?? please say yesss đ«đ«
Absolutely, yes! The whole story will end up being like 30 chapters. View it as a break between seasons đ I might post the next chapters starting mid-July, because I have some other wip's I'd like to work on and post first.
Thank you for reading and sending an ask! Glad you enjoy the story đ€
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