cw: fem!reader, soft dom!ghost, daddy kink, blend of fluff & smut, implied inexperienced!reader i geniunely think that's it? surprisingly? if i missed something lmk, word count: 1.3K
His mouth on yours and his hands roaming your body, touching your bare skin, feels electric. Â Youâve wanted Simon for so longâ too long.
He pulls away, his lips are swollen, and heâs looking down at you with soft eyes. âNeed to tell you somethinâ lovie.â
You sit up, shifting slightly when you see the nervousness written all over his face. âWhatâs wrong, Si?â
âItâs⊠not exactly average, down there.â His face is flushed as heâs looking anywhere but you.
Your hand reaches up to gently caress his face, thumb brushing over the scar on his cheek. âSi, baby, thatâs okay. Size doesnât matter.â He laughs, and you tilt your head, pout on your face. âIâm trying to comfort you, asshole!â
He softly smiles down at you, hands rubbing up and down your sides. âSorry, lovie, thatâs jusâ not what I meant. Iâm⊠big.â
âOh yeah?â You give him a wolfish grin as you squeeze his bicep.
He shakes his head at your antics. âNo, lovie, I mean big. Too big. Probably canât fuck you proper tonight. Weâll âave to prep and stretch you for me slowly.â
You look at him wide-eyed, lips parted. âWait. So, how big is it then?â
âCould show you if you promise tâ behave.â
Youâre lying down, propped on your elbows, watching as he lines up right where your entrance is. He doesnât press against it or push into youâ instead, he lifts and rests his heavy cock on top of your cunt. The tip of it, red and leaking, sits just under your belly button.
âHoly shit, Simon, thatâs like, nine inches?â
The tips of his ears burn red, and he buries his head in your neck. âStop it, lovie, âs embarrassinâ, hate that I canât fuck you proper,â he whines, his lips tickling your skin.
You rub your hand down his spine and feel his cock twitch against you. âCanât fuck me yet, just gotta get me used to taking it right?â
Your eyes glance over to your bedside drawer, and his own follow. He reaches over you to open it, and all your brain can focus on is his thick bicep in front of your face. Â
âDove, âave you actually used this?â He looks at you holding the largest dildo you own. Itâs bigger than your usual ones, about 7.5 inches. While itâs not as longâ or nearly as thickâ as Simon is, it'll be perfect to help open you up.
You cover your face with your hands and can hear slick noises as he covers the toy in lube. âNot yet, but nowâs the perfect time, right?â you shyly ask.
He chuckles at you and pushes your arms back down to your sides. He teasingly rubs the silicone tip up and down your slick folds before just barely pressing it against your interest.
His large hand grabs your hips, forcing you to stay still. âSi,â you whine.
He grabs your hand in his, wrapping your fingers around the base of the silicone cock. âYou wanted my cock so bad, lovie, yâgotta prep yourself. Need you to prove tâme you can take it.â
You swallow eyes trailing down to where his own hand is fisting himself right above your bodyâ a needy moan falling from your lips at the sight.
You slowly reach down, rubbing the toy back and forth against your dripping cunt. You bite your lip as you slowly push the dildo inside you, stopping with a heavy breath just as the tip makes it inside you.
âWhat's wrong? Is my little dove nervous, needs âer Daddy's help?â He coos at you, his hand still jerking up and down his cock.
You shiver, nodding at him with a quiet whimper. âSupposed to do it yourself, youâre a big girl, dove,â he scolds you, glancing down at your teary eyes. He frowns, thumb brushing your cheek. âThink the lads are right, spoil you too much.â
His hand grabs you by the back of your neck, lifting your head to meet him in a soft kiss. Youâre so caught up in the feeling of his mouth on yours, you donât even notice heâs shifted himself until his knee is pressed against the flared base.
He presses his lips harder against yours, swallowing your tiny noises. One hand grips your hip as he slowly pushes the silicone cock into you. Itâs only a few more inches, but itâs thick enough for you to start feeling a stretch.
He pulls away from you with swollen lips. âYou okay, lovie?â
âMhm, it feels good, just not used to it. Yâcan keep going.â
He continues to sink the toy into your cunt inch by inch until the flared base and his knee are flushed against it. Your hands grip his shoulder, a pleased groan leaving his lips when your nails dig deep into the skin.
You wiggle your hips in an attempt to get some kind of frictionâ only slightly wincing at the stinging feeling of being stretched.
Simon shakes his head at you, letting your head softly fall back against the pillows. âNot gonna fuck you with itâ gotta wait for that. This is about makinâ sure youâre comfortable.â
Tears fill your eyes, and a choked sob threatens to crawl out of your throat. âBut I wanna cum, please daddy, need to!â you shout despite not meaning to.
âMy poor little dove, did yâ think I wasnât gonna let you feel good?â he coos at you. His hand slowly trails down your body until his thumb hovers over your puffy clit. You whine, hips jerking up instinctively.
Your eyes screw shut, your mouth falling open in a silent plea as he starts to trace shapes against your bud. You can hear the sound of him stroking himself again, and you feel yourself clench around the fake cock inside you.
âIs this what she needed, lovie? She just needed âer daddy to touch âer?â he glances down, watching you clench around the toy as he talks about your cunt.
You pant, soft cries leaving your mouth every time you feel the rough pad of his thumb press down harder against you. âMmm, yes, neededâ shitâ needed daddy to make her feel good.â
You finally open your eyes, mesmerized as the hand around his cock speeds up. âFuck, dove, not gonna last,â he mumbles before leaning down to suck at your chest.
Itâs too much, everywhere. His hand on your clit, tongue circling your nipple, the feeling of being stretched like youâve never beenâ and god, the wet sound of him jerking himself off.
âDaddy, âm cumming, gonna, gonna-â You canât finish your sentence, cutting yourself off with a sob as the knot in your stomach finally loosens. Your cum drips down the toy and onto the bedsheets, and the sight is all he needs to do the same.
âFuckinâ âell,â he groans, giving his cock one final tug before heâs spilling all over your stomach. The white splashes against your skinâ sticky and hot.
You both stop for a moment, heavy panting filling the room, before Simon crawls off of you. You lie back, eyes fluttering shut as your body aches. Â
He comes back with a wet rag and an old shirt of his that's soft and well-worn. You tense as he gently pulls the dildo out of you, tearing up a little at the sudden and overwhelming feeling of emptiness. âI know, âm sorry, you did so perfect for me. âM so proud of you, took it so well, lovie, ' he whispers, pressing a kiss to your hip before softly wiping you down.
He throws on his boxers and crawls into bed next to you, pulling the t-shirt over your body. âDoes that mean next time youâll move it?â
âHe snorts, pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms tight around you. âIf youâre not too sore in the morninâ, maybe.â
Cockwarming that turns into slow cuddlefucking that turns into a deep creampie that turns into cockwarming that turns into slow cuddlefucking that turns into a deep creampie that turns into cockwarming
Exploring your f/os body to satisfy your own senses, like they're a fidget toy. Groping at their skin, biting, licking. Fingers swirling and making repetitive motions inside of them. Rubbing and sucking and pulling. You aren't necessarily doing it with sexual intent, yet their breath is still hitching, heart fluttering, hips jerking.
Would it be okay if they asked you to make them cum? A stuttered, flustered confession, knowing that kind of release wasn't your intention?
Or maybe they'll wait all obedient and wanting, hoping that if they're good enough, you'll give them a reward.
do you think buggyâs dick twitches when itâs detached from his body. gives you his cock and balls and he comes while you fuck yourself with his cock. meanwhile heâs watching you as shanks makes out with him and gropes his tit
thinking about puppy!soap, who just wants to come home to you after a mission...
18+ MDNI !!!
cw: dom!fem!reader, sub!soap, heavy pet play, use of "pup, puppy, doggy & dog", mommy kink, degradation, heavy watersports (like seriously it's gross), humiliation, slight cbt (not the therapy), implied small dick!soap (one (1) line i couldn't help itđ), word count: 1.7k
Johnny drives straight to the apartment you share, doesnât even bother to stop on the way home, despite the way his bladder is uncomfortably full.
He can still feel the dirt and blood covering his skin despite showering twice already, and his head feels like itâs been stuffed with cotton. He doesnât know what he needs, but he knows you willâ you always do.
The first thing he does when he steps through the door is give you a wet kiss.
His lips trail down your neck, and he nearly tears up when you lightly scratch his scalp. You gently tangle your fingers in his hair. âYou okay, baby?â you whisper, already knowing the answer. He whines and shakes his head against your neck, breathing you in.
You knew then the mission, whatever it was, must have been rough. Itâs not often he gets so deep into this headspace. âYou want your collar, pup?â The whimper he lets out tells you everything you need to know.
âDinnae leave, please,â his cry makes your chest ache.
You softly pet his head, and his body relaxes. âOkay, I won't,â You promise him.
âHeel.â Your hand brushes against his as he closely follows you into the bedroom, glued to your left side.
As you dig through the drawers of your nightstand, he stands near youâ so close you can feel his hard-on against your ass.
The collar you place on his neck is made of thick, heavy black leather. A silver tag in the shape of a bone hangs from it, reading âSoapâ.
âWere you good while you were gone?â you ask, running a hand down his chest.
âWas good, didnae touch myself, swear,â he says. You hook your fingers into his belt loops and tug his jeans and boxers down with one pull.
You kick them aside, and one glance down at his hard, leaking cock tells you he's being honest. You pull him into a kiss, feeling him slot himself in between your thighs.
He hisses, hips jerking, when you slap his cock. âBad dog, youâre gonna get my dress dirty.â You scold. The whine he lets out is heartbreaking, tears filling his eyes.
âI know, I know, canât help it, can you? So much energy.â You grab his hand when it reaches out to tug the hem of your dress, bringing his palm up to your lips. âWanna treat?â you ask, pressing a gentle kiss to his wrist.
He nods so fast youâre surprised he doesnât get dizzy. âSit,â you command, pointing a finger towards the floor.
The second he drops to the floor, you continue. âRoll over.â He doesnât move an inch. You glance down only to find him trying to grind against the floor. âSoap, no, bad! Roll over,â you donât yell or shout, but your voice is firm.
His back hits the floor, and you bring your foot to rest against his crotch. The second he tries to thrust upwards, you press down harder and watch him squirm in pain. âBad doggy. Iâm gonna give you one last chance. Be goodâ listen.â
Blue eyes look up at you, and you can see how bad he wants this. âBow,â you say. Watching as his ass lifts into the air, his head resting low at your feet.
âGood boy, did so good for Mommy,â you praise, reaching down to lightly scratch your nails underneath his chin. âYou deserve a treat, donât you, pup?â He barks, and you know if he were wearing his tail, itâd be wagging.
The second your dress hits the floor, heâs got you bent over the bedâ his reward for being so well behaved. He doesnât bother to pull your underwear off or even to the side before he starts desperately humping at your pussy.
Your face is smushed into the comforter, and your lower back aches a little from the awkward position, but with how worked up he is, you know it won't take long for him to cumâ and it doesn't.
After a few pathetic minutes of rutting into you, he's already cumming hard. The white stains against your cotton underwear and drips down into a pile on the floor.
It isn't until he's whining into your shoulder, tearing up at how his stomach still aches even after an orgasm, that he realizes he needs a different release.
He hastily throws on his boxers. "Gotta piss," he mumbles.
"Okay, puppy, you can pee.â Your voice is soft as you sit down on the edge of the bedâ but he recognizes that look in your eyes.
He goes to walk away and tilts his head when you stop him, dragging him back to you by his wrist.
You slowly push on his shoulders until heâs kneeling in his own cum. "I didn't say you could get up, did I?" You smile down at him, and he knows what you want.
He buries his face in your thigh in a failed attempt to hide how red he is. It's humiliatingâ demeaningâ yet one gentle touch from you and he lets go anyway.
Hot piss runs down his legs and spills onto the floor, mixing with his cum. When you press your foot hard against his stomach, he can feel the wet spot on the front of his boxers growing.
"Good pup, so good for Mommy," you whisper as you rub his head. He whines, and you can see tears in the corner of his eyes. "Poor thing, just needed to let go, hm?" He nods against your skin, pressing a soft kiss to your upper thigh.
"Done, âm done," he mutters. His eyes are hazy, and he grips your shoulders hard when he stands up.
He tries not to moan when you grab him by the collar and shove his face against the floor.
His nose is so close to the pile of his fluids that the musky scent is all he can smell. Â "Not yet, puppy, you gotta clean up your mess first."
He's desperate, his tongue starts to lap at the liquids, and a salty, bitter taste fills his mouth. He should feel disgusted with himself with each swallow, but he doesnâtâ he never doesâ instead, his cock is rock hard again.
He glances up at you as you sit on the couch and moves to lick at your clothed cuntâ he wonders if he was fast enough for you to let him eat you out tonight.
Even through the fabric, he can feel how wet you're getting and starts to speed up. He buries his face into you, and as his nose brushes against your covered clit you let out a soft moan.
You glance down and giggle when you catch him trying to discreetly hump your leg. âSilly puppy,â you sigh to yourself.
He's so focused on his fantasy that he doesn't realize the floor is clean until you're lifting his head again. âYou did such a good job, pup, not a drop left behind. You mustâve really liked it, hm?â
He whines up at you, teeth lightly grazing your wrist but not bitingâ at least, not yet. âYou deserve a reward, donât you?â
Before you can process it, heâs dragged you down to the floor and pushed you onto your hands and knees. You reach back and remove your own bra while his teeth drag your underwear to your ankles. What little he was wearing got thrown to the side.
You yelp when he bites down hard on your inner thigh.
âPlay nice,â you scold. You rest your face on the carpet and push your ass upâ presenting yourself for him.
He buries his face in your pussy, tongue licking up and down your folds. The noise as he licks and sucks at your clit is obscene. Your breath hitches as two of his fingers push past your entrance, curling up and spreading inside you.
âNeed tae be inside you, please Mommy,â he begs, still finger-fucking your dripping cunt.
âMmm, go ahead, pup.â
Your permission is all it takes for him to push inside you in one go. Heâs not big, not even average, but the thickness and enthusiasm make up for it.
His chest is pressed against your back, his hands on the floor, steadying himself. Â Heâs thrusting so fast that you can hear how wet you are each time he slides in and out of you.
âSo good, Mommy.â He groans out, licking along your neck and the side of your face.
A particularly rough thrust has the tip of his cock so close to brushing against that perfect spot. As his hand slides down your side, he takes a moment to pinch and pull at your hard nipples.
You clench around him as his thumb starts to circle your clit. âPlease cum, please, itâs mâ favorite treat,â he pants. You can tell heâs trying so hard not to cum just yet.
The pad of his thumb pressing harder against your clit pushes you over the edge. âFuck, so good, my good boy,â you shriek as your thighs shake.
He doesnât stop, continuing to rut into you as you cum all over his cock. Broken moans leave your mouth as he continues to fuck you fast and hardâ the only other sound in the room is his skin slapping against yours and his own grunting.
âToo much, shit,â you sob out as he bites down on your shoulder.
His hand presses hard against your stomach. âMark me! Please, please, need tae be yours.â
When he begs so pretty like that, you can never deny him.
His hips start to falter as you let go. The hot stream of piss running down his cock is enough to push him over the edge.
You let out a breathy moan when you feel his cum spill inside you.
The two of you collapse onto the floor, Johnny on top of you with your sweaty limbs tangling together. Youâre breathing heavily as you try to calm your heartbeat.
You wince as he slowly pulls out of youâ the mixture of fluids spilling out of your cunt and onto the floor. Tears fill his eyes as he looks at you. âDinnae wanna clean it up,â he pleads.
âDonât worry about that, baby. You were perfect. Did so good for me, came back home to me.â Your thumbs brush against his cheeks as you wipe away his tears.
âWeâre gonna get up, and shower, and then Iâll wipe that up, okay?â you ask, waiting until he gives you a slow nod.
You grab his hand, guiding him towards the bathroom for a shower. You undress him, then yourself, pulling him into the steamy water. Your arms wrap tight around him.
"Feel better, pup?" you ask, pressing a kiss to his now-sweaty forehead as he nods.
you have to let him eat you out, it's the best and only way he gets to calm down â mind hazy, away from the world and his thoughts, focused entirely on you, not having to think about anything else except making you feel good.
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