Simon hovers above you, his soft eyes burning against your skin, scanning your face to watch for signs of discomfort as his fingers work your pussy. You moan softly when his digits curl inside you, hitting a spot you didnât even know was there, his thumb circling your clit at the same pace his thick fingers slide in and out of you.
You cover your mouth, embarrassed by the fact that he can feel how wet you are for him despite how inexperienced you are, but he quickly pulls against your wrist, softly placing your hand on his chest instead. Your fingers curl against his skin, nails digging in ever so slightly, all while your body reacts by lifting your hips, squirming around underneath him, begging him for something youâve never even had.
âDonât hide from me lovie,â he whispers, voice low and rough around the edges, desire evident regardless of how slow he has to be with you.
You nod, gazing up at him, allowing yourself to feel the way he pleasures you. His calloused fingers slide through your walls, rubbing you inside and outside with his thumb on your sensitive bundle of nerves. All of it is new to you, every single last feeling he is pulling out of you is something you have never experienced.
When he pulls his fingers out, you whimper from the loss of friction, but he quickly takes your mind off of that by sliding his cock through your folds. His head leaks precum against your pussy, and he smears it against your clit before slapping it against you gently. Your body jerks from the feeling, a whine ripping from your throat from the harsh contact somewhere so sensitive, but you wish he will do it again.
Once Simon feels as though you are ready, he notches his tip at your entrance, and your eyes begin to water just from the slight burn. He rests his elbows on either side of your head, digging into the mattress where his arms cage your head in, and he places a feather light kiss to your soft, swollen lips.
He pushes in slowly, and when you cry out, he kisses you harder, swallowing the sounds of pain that have yet to turn into pleasure as if he canât bear to hear you like this. Pulling away, he stills inside you with only the tip in, rocking ever so slightly without pushing anymore in. Your walls stretch around him, tightly wrapped around his length, slick coating him to make it easier.
âItâs okay. Youâre okay⊠youâre doing so good,â he praises, waiting for your body to adjust, for you to tell him youâre ready for more.
When you nod your head, he pushes in some more, but your body is so tense he can barely sink another inch into you. His thumb quickly finds your clit, and he rubs slow, tight circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves to ease your body into relaxation. You moan louder for him, your body giving in to the pleasure racing through every last inch of you, and your walls relax around him, allowing him to sink the rest of the way in.
Tears well up in your eyes when he stops, fully buried inside of you with his tip leaking precum against your cervix, and he kisses you with the utmost passion. He takes away the pain of your first time, rocking into you slowly, barely pulling out before pushing in again. Your walls mold to him, the burn and stretch from his impossibly large length turning into the most blissful feeling the longer he works your muscles.
"So good for me⊠you feel so good for me," he praises, resting his forehead against yours, letting your warm breath mingle with his from the proximity.
He pulls out further now, the delicious feeling of his length inside of you consuming everything you know. He takes you slowly, the veins and ridges of his cock sliding through your walls, filling you up to the brim, leaving no space inside of you empty for long.
You moan out from the sensations running through you. Your nipples drag against his chest, your cheeks are wet from tears due to the previous pain, your mouth hangs open from the overwhelming feeling of being so close to the man you love. You whimper and whine, you cry and beg for more, for so much more.
"Goddamit- you're so tight lovie," he curses, your walls wrapped so tightly around him, and he tries his hardest to hold back his release from happening too early.
Arching your back from the mattress, your chest presses against his, and the warmth of his skin floods your body. Your hips meet his every thrust, your body begs for more without you having to say a word, and he meets you there in every way. His fingers find your clit, and he rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves with tight, quick circles. His pace picks up as he begins to pound into you, pulling out until only the tip remains before sinking back in and knocking against your cervix.
It isn't until he slides a pillow under your hips that you truly feel the pleasure he can give you. He thrusts in hard, hitting your sweet spot with precision, and stars burst in your eyes when your lids shut tight.
"F-fuck Si," you cry out, your hands curling around his biceps where your nails dig into his rough skin and you listen to him grunt out from the pleasurable pain of you.
He keeps hitting that same spot, over and over again, devouring the way your body writhes beneath him, knowing he is the first person to ever make you feel this way. Heat pools in your lower belly, unfamiliar and scary, and as it sits there like a coiled spring ready to snap at any given moment, you try to warn him.
"Simon⊠p-please it feels weird," you whisper, pulling his body closer to yours, unable to control the feeling building inside of you as he continues to please your body.
His thrusts slow, his fingers on your clit matching the same pace, and he moves his mouth to suck in a nipple. It peaks between his teeth, and he sucks, bites, licks against the sensitive bud until you're writhing again despite the slow pace. He builds up your orgasm, knowing what it is even if you don't, and he reassures you the best way he can.
"Just let it happen lovie," he says, slowly picking up his pace again, angling his hips to hit that sweet spot buried so deep inside of you.
The feeling builds again, undeniable and intense, and before you can protest, his lips find yours and he swallows the words right out of your mouth. He thrusts into you fast, deep, hard, anything to push you over the edge that your body so desperately craves. Your walls tighten around him, pulsing and clenching with need, your body becomes rigid and your muscles draw taut.
Cum gushes from your entrance, soaking his length in your pleasure, leaving rings of cream around his base as he continues to fuck you through your peak. You squirm beneath him, the feeling so foreign and addicting, and you give your body to him, knowing he can take care of you in every single way it demands.
"That's it⊠you did so good for me," he whispers, placing kisses along your jaw, moving down the length of your neck where he finds the spot on your soft, salty skin that makes you weak.
His hips roll against yours, his release inevitable as he chases it, and with a guttural groan and a few more thrusts, he's burying himself to the hilt. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, spurting out with each pulse of his cock, coating your walls in everything he has to give. He pumps himself in and out, slow with unsteady movements and jerky hips, until your pussy drains every last drop of his seed.
Simon collapses on top of you, his body warm and sweaty against your own, and you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist to pull him even closer. He stays inside you until his cock softens and your body grows exhausted, and then he pulls out and cleans up the mess with his tongue, promising you that he will have you squirming on his face as soon as he can catch his breath.
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John's voice sent chills down Kyle's spine. He buried his face deeper into the pillow with a whine. Legs trembling to hold himself up for his captain. Soft cock slapping pathetically against his stomach with every mean thrust, having cum nearly fifteen minutes ago.
"Cause you take cock like a proper fuckin' whore."
He was awful. Kyle hated the way he made him feel. Hated how much he craved not only his attention, but this kind of attention. This cruel sting that made him a better soldier and surely a better lover.
"Cunts practically sucking me in..."
Kyle wished John would just shut up. Stop making his stomach twist like that. It wasn't something as delicate as butterflies. More like maggots. Shame and pure arousal wriggling and writhing around in his core. Every time his limp cock twitched tears sprung in his eyes. It was too much.
"Make a better bitch than a soldier."
Kyle could feel the larger man lean over him. His warm belly resting against the arch of his back. Tugging him closer and grinding his cock right against the poor sergeant's prostate as he whispered in his ear.
"Bet if I tried hard enough I could knock this sloppy cunt up."
That broke him. His desperate sob muffled by the pillow below him. Cock dribbling precum down his thigh. Kyle was a man. Through and through. But fuck if something about Price made him want to give all that up and submit himself body and soul.
"You like that, Garrick? Waddling around base all heavy... carryin' my seed like the breeding bitch you are?"
Kyle's legs gave out. Falling heavy onto the bed. Hips jerking against the rough blanket as he came again. He hadn't even been hard. Humiliation crawled up his throat as he sobbed again. Cheeks wet with tears now. He hadn't even realised he had been crying.
"Yeah you like that..."
And John just kept going. Fucking him like he was just another girl in his bed. Ignoring Kyle's weak cries as overstimulation made him curl up on himself. He couldn't get away even if he tried. One of John's large hands on his hips, using it as leverage to drag him back on his cock in time with his thrusts. The other pressed firmly at the back of his neck. Keeping him from squirming away.
iâm ovulating so bad today and all i can think about is slow, deep, intimate sex in publicâŠ
the kind where heâs pressed so close against you, chest to chest, barely moving his hips but sinking so fucking deep with every thrust. itâs torturously good. your pussy is so wet that you can both hear the filthy little squelch every time he rolls his hips, and you have to bite your lip so hard to stay quiet.
both of you breathing shakily against each otherâs mouths, trying not to moan, foreheads pressed together while you stare straight into each otherâs eyes. that intense, unblinking eye contact that makes everything feel ten times filthier. every slow drag of his cock makes your thighs tremble, but you canât look away. he wonât let you.
just heavy breathing, wet sounds, and that overwhelming feeling of being completely full and connected while the rest of the world is right there, oblivious.
Jeans rubbing against the soft fabric of your sheets, large palm splayed across your chest while he pants above you. He barely cared enough to take off his pants, cool teeth of the zipper biting up your bare thighs. Simon would be sure to patch up whatever mark formed there after he finished.
Youâre trying everything in the book to get the brute to shove his fingers into your mouth, make you salivate so much it runs down your chin, but heâs holding strong.
It was your own fault that put you here, that got you worked out under man that was more akin to a bear. Goading him all day with nips and remarks that barely even registered to his deafened ears was fun enough, but the real kicker was his gym bag.
You thought it might be funny to replace all of his gym gear with leopard print dupes, knowing Simon wasnât the kind of man to shy from a workout. Heâd use the equipment you spent weeks gathering, taking hours to carefully replace his black items with the catty stand-inâs. You knew he wouldnât check his bag, and you knew he wouldnât come all the way home just to switch them.
He would work out, but youâd be sure to get it when he finally waltzed through the front door.
You thought he might give you a spanking, making a couple minutes of torture on the vibrator, but that wouldnât have measured to how mad he really was.
Simon just wanted to work out, come home to his lovely bird, and have a pint. Heâd been working his ass off, feeling slightly shameful he hadnât made as much time for you as he probably couldâve in recent days, but your little prank changed everything.
So here you were, tears streaming down your cheeks as you begged for his fingers in your mouth, his cock driving you further up the bed with each thrust. Your legs hung over his shoulders limply as he spat at you, one hand moving to grip your cheeks.
Simon barely spoke, his expression saying more than enough. He was pissed, and it was clear through his stare, a stare that seemed to eat you alive and spit you out.
âM-mâs-sorry.. j-just w-want you t-to..Sii..t-thought it might b-be funny..p-please..â
You whined for him, on the verge of sobbing as he abused your cunt, nearing his third orgasm. He hadnât let you cum once yet, always backing off right before you hit your peak.
Your safeword flashed in your mind for a moment, but you shook it off, savoring the farthest Simon had ever pushed you, but trusting him enough to know he wouldnât give you more than you could take.
The squelch from his cock stuffing into your cunt was obscene, oozing with two previous loads of his cum.
His hand that gripped your cheeks moved to cup over your mouth, his face scrunching slightly before he dipped his head into your chest. The grunting was signal enough that he was close, accompanied by his other hand moving from your stomach to his hips, forcing them to meet his own.
He snapped inside you with less than ten powerful thrusts before he stilled, panting heavily as he moved his hand from your mouth, and groaned softly.
Your mascara was streaked, cheeks red and lips puffy from your tears.
Simon gently brushed your hair out of your face, pressing kisses to your cheeks as your nimble fingers found his wrist, guiding his own to your lips. He obliged, letting you happily suckle up to the knuckle as some sort of consolation.
Your eyes met his happily, low and satisfied despite your lack of orgasm.
âYer gonna kill me birdie..â
AN hello my dearest meows, isle isle crocodile says sorry for being mia.
The girlf (girlfriend) and I (isle) went on vacation and had ourselves a wonderful time. Girlf got tan and HOT.
Imagine a wee isle watching girlf ask what bikini looked better. Baby all of em. Iâm drooling. Anyways. Byebye
Every time Johnny gets home from a mission, heâs on you immediately.
Heâll hop out of his cab, sprint into the house, drop his bag, and begin his search for you. Usually youâre in bed or on the couch, since it takes a while for him to get back from the base.
Once youâre in sight, itâs all over.
Heâs on top of you, smothering your face in kisses, groping all over, rutting against your thigh or crotch. He strips you quick, not caring if he rips a thing, before doing the same to himself. Then heâs pressing two fingers into you to stretch you out and licking at your entrance to soothe the burn. Itâs the gentlest heâll be all night.
Once youâre prepped he presses one last kiss to your hole before getting you on all fours and spearing you on his cock.
He jackrabbits into you as soon as his balls hit your ass. Barely pulling out to feel the you stretch and clench around him as much as possible. Heâll moan like a bitch in heat, loud and whiney.
âLove you soooooo much.â
âSqueeze me, love. Yeah, just-just like that.â
âFu-uh-ck. Fuck yes. Yes.â
When heâs close heâll press a big hand against your stomach to feel how deep he is and the other against your chest to pull you into him. He has to have full body contact before he can cum, and when he does he blows like a firehose. His spendâll drip down your thighs as he fucks you through it. If you didnât get off heâs pushing your face into a pillow and eating his cum out of you until he can taste yours too.
Heâll lick you clean then take you to the shower to finish the job.
You stood outside with your arms crossed. Staring at John with the darkest glower you could possibly muster.
"No. You're being an arse. I'd rather walk home."
John looked at you for a long moment, fingers tensed on the wheel. He knew you were stubborn enough to do it too. Then he snapped. Slamming his hand against the dashboard and raising his voice. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, you were in the middle of nowhere. No one could hear as he yelled."
"Get in the fucking car!"
You gasped in disbelief, holding a hand over your heart. Then furrowed your brow, leaning through the window to point a finger at him accusingly.
"You do not talk to me like that. You... you're a fucking piece of work John. You- what are you doing."
You had realised too late that he was closing the window on you. Too busy with your rant until the glass nearly dug into your neck and you had no room to pull back.
Even in this comprising position you continued to berate him. Demanding he set you free. Threatening divorce even if both of you knew you were bluffing. But he was ignoring you now. Getting out of the car and rounding it to stand behind you. Leaning in close as his arms circled your waist. Voice low in your ear.
"You gonna say sorry."
Trying to maintain whatever sense of stubbornness you had left you shook your head. Body jolting into the car when his large hand clasped over your clothed cunt. He hummed in amusement at your surprise. Making quick work of tugging down your jeans and panties so he could curl two thick fingers inside you. Making you groan and grip the edge of the window for support.
More rustling behind you led to his fingers being replaced by the blunt head of his cock. You heard him mumble something about you being a 'soaking wet whore', but it was hard to hear with the blood pounding in your ears.
His thrusts were mean. Of course they were. Pressing you against the car and making the hard metal edges dig in painfully with each harsh snap of his hips. Filling your messy cunt in a way that had your brain going blissfully blank. Forgetting why you were mad at him in the first place.
The car shook as he fucked you. Hand sliding up your spine to rest on the back of your head so you wouldn't hit it against the roof. Keeping you safe even as he railed you like he hated you. The sounds of your whines and his soft grunts filling the quiet forest air around you.
"Dumb fuckin' slut... so angry till you get the dick you need. Prefer you like this. Not running that damn mouth... actually useful for once."
The way he belittled you only made you more turned on. Cunt fluttering around his cock as he speared you open. His words would surely come up later the next time he got on your nerves. But for now it was heaven. You did feel like he loved you more in these moments. When he could make use of your body despite your differences.
Right as your peak neared he stilled. Hips jerking shallowly as he filled you. Hot spurts of cum oozing out around his cock and dripping down your thighs. You cried in frustration. So close, but you knew now that he was finished that was it.
And you were right. He pulled out. Tucking himself away again and returning to his seat. Leaving you to awkwardly pull your panties back up. Doing your best to ignore the sticky load steadily soaking the fabric. It'd be a long drive home. Soaked and aching and leaking your asshole husband's cum.
cw nasty sweat and musk kink. also a bit of pup play if you squint
"Gazzyyy..." You whined. Reaching out for the man only for him to duck away. "Gimme a kiss..."
Kyle's lip curled in disgust as he backed up. Staying out of your reach.
"No fuckin' way... you smell like ball sack."
Your arms fell to your side as you pouted at him. Giving your best puppy dog eyes to get him to fold.
"I do not..."
"You can't rub your face on Ghost's crotch and not smell like balls. Also I fuckin' saw you lick Soap's armpit. I am not going near that mouth. Go shower."
You huffed, eyes rolling. Tongue curling in your mouth as you savoured the leftover salt from Soap's gym sweat.
"But that just got me all worked up... then they left me! I need something inside me Gazzy... and you're the only one not busy..."
For a moment you thought he was going to come kiss you. But instead he just turned towards his closet.
"Down."
Your cunt ached at the sharp tone. Immediately dropping to your knees. Kyle was so good at doing the captain voice. He knew it made you weak. Willing to do whatever he said as long as he kept talking to you like that.
Reaching into his hamper he tossed you a pair of boxers. Clearly used. Without hesitation you pressed them to your nose. Huffing the concentrated scent of him as you slid your free hand down your pants. Tonguing the fabric and groaning when you tasted what could only be Price's dried cum.
Kyle didn't join you on the floor. Instead moving to sit on his bed. You paused to whine at him again but the stern look shut down any complaint. Clearly you were meant to get off like this, no help from him.
You panted into the boxers as you toyed with your clit. The smell of Kyle mixing with the lingering musk from Ghost. Already close just from the overwhelm of your senses.
Sliding two fingers inside yourself you shuddered. Humping your own hand desperately.
"Runt. C'mere."
You shuffled closer until you were knelt between his legs. Eye level with his cock as he gripped teased the tip. You'd been so lost in his boxers you hadn't even noticed Kyle stroking himself to the sight of you.
Kyle tugged the now damp fabric from your hand, only to shove it in your mouth. Ignoring your whimpers as your eyes started to water. Teetering on the edge of orgasm while you choked on the boxers.
"Fuckin' disgusting... nasty little runt, aren't you?"
Kyle's hips bucked forward, smearing precum along your lips. His chin dropped to his chest. Panting as he gripped the base of his cock tight and came. Spilling over your face and dripping down your cheeks. Cum soaking into the boxers gagging you.
Another wave of nearly unbearable arousal washed over you. Thighs shaking when you finally came. You were about to drop your head on Kyle's lap as you rode out the orgasm, but he gripped your hair to keep you upright. Not wanting the mess to touch him.
Before you had even fully recovered Kyle pushed you away.
"Go clean up. Brush your teeth. Then we can cuddle in bed, baby."
cw force masc?? dubcon? thinly disguised sweat kink
Your arms felt like jelly when you finally racked the weights again. An ache in your body that was as satisfying as much as it was painful.
Nik clapped a hand on your shoulder and you winced, but that didn't matter when he grinned at you like that. His little pet project. Something to work on whenever he visited base away from his choppers.
"Much better! Your form is improving!"
Preening under the praise you wiped the sweat from your forehead with a towel.
"I've been practicing like you said. Every time I get the chance."
Stretching your arms above your head you turned to head for the showers. Only to be dragged back by a large hand on the back of your neck. Tickling the base of your hairline.
"Where do you think you are going? Is time for sauna."
You flushed. It definitely wasn't the first time you'd been invited to the sauna after a work out. But not once had you even considered it. It made your stomach twist with nerves being that exposed in such a small room. Scars over your chest turning shiny and obvious with sweat. Only a thin towel separating you and all the 'real' men in the room. But it was so hard to say no to Nikolai. He only wanted the best for you.
"Good for muscles..." He cooed as he squeezed your shoulders. "Keep you healthy."
You gave him a nervous smile, but still followed. So focused on not seeming anxious that you didn't even notice him undressing and entering the sauna. For a moment you considered just ditching and heading back to your room. But you couldn't bear to let Nikolai down. He'd been so helpful to you in your transition.
Making sure your towel was wrapped securely around your waist you finally joined him. Squinting through the steam and smiling when you saw his lone figure sitting across the room. Moving closer you nearly tripped over your own feet when he fully came into view. Slouched down on the bench, arms resting against the back of it. Thick thighs spread. The dark hair curling down his chest and stomach slick with steam and sweat.
That on its own was delicious enough to make your mouth water. But you weren't looking at the fat meat of his pecs. You were looking much lower at his cock. Bare and resting half hard against his thigh. Thick and meaty just like the rest of them.
"You British are so prude." He laughed, gesturing at your towel. "There is no need for that. Is just us."
Despite every fibre of your being screaming no, you removed the towel. Tossing it on the bench and quickly moving to sit down. But before your bum landed Nik tugged you closer. Strong hands feeling up your arms.
"Still. I want to see your progress."
Your whole body felt flush. And it definitely wasn't from the steam. Cunt throbbing as Nik's fingers prodded into the muscles along your arms. Instructing you to flex occasionally and humming, clearly pleased with what he saw.
"So strong, Malysh."
His hand trailed down your chest. Thumb dancing over your scares before he moved on to inspecting your abdomen. You felt dizzy. Heat and arousal making your head spin.
A jolt ran through you when he pinched your clit. Knees almost buckling. Nik's other hand rested on your hip to steady you.
"Apologies. Dick is coming along nicely. Next lesson should be how to fuck a woman properly."
You didn't hear a single word he said. Too busy rocking your cunt against his fingers.
John Priceâs favorite position is a mating press because heâs a fucking dirty old man with a raging breeding kink. The position allows him to fuck you real deep, kiss your cervix just so with his fat tip so that he fills your womb thrust after thrust.
And he keeps you there long after heâs finished, legs pressed to your shoulders, cock keeping you nice and plugged with his seed, muttering something breathless and ragged about âmaking a baby stick.â
John MacTavishâs favorite position is cowgirl because heâs obsessed with you and it gives him the perfect view of everything you. How your face scrunches when you sink all the way to the bottom or the way your tits bounce with each new thrust.
How your weight feels on top of him, so youâre in control. And the way you look at him, eyes determined, when he starts to get overstimulated, and begs you to stop, but you just fuck him harder.
Kyle Garrickâs favorite position is doggy because heâs an ass man after all and your hips are the perfect handles. He canât stare at the way your ass recoils off his hips for too long or listen to the loud smack or else heâll finish too quickly.
And he doesnât even have to tell you; you just know he likes it when you bury your face into your arms and arch your ass that much higher. You donât ever run too, just take the way his balls slam against you, meeting him with each deep thrust.
Simon Rileyâs favorite position is prone brone because he canât look at your face without immediately needing to finish. Heâd rather take you this way, with your body trapped under his, weight suffocating you, so you have no option, but to take it.
Likes curling his hand around your neck and burying his face against your shoulder. Likes the way your legs kick out even more when heâs fucking you too roughly hands scrambling to find purchase on anything.
Gentle Ogre!Simon knows heâs too big to stick it in Fairy!Reader (itâll probably kill you) so he only rubs the tip on you⊠right?
cw: 18+ mdni, SIZE K!NK, monster fvcking (letâs have fun guys), just the tip!!!, kinda crack
ANNNKK, wrong answer forehead!
Why would Ogre!Simon ever just run his fat and leaking cockhead on you when heâs imagined himself inside of you to the very hilt when heâs imagined you sobbing yout cute little heart out, stomach full every time he manages to just fit a little bit inside you. The way youâd be gurgling out his cum as he painted your walls and every bit of you whiteâ he fought those evil human bastards with his dick heavy and bricked in his pants thinking about your cunt sopping wet on him.
He did you a massive favor once by moving the tree your entire bloodline lived in for you, helping plant it somewhere safe so of course, as the general of the Faries in charge of war and negotiations, you promised Ogre!Simon anything he wanted in return.
Whoâd think that would be rubbing your tits against his cock that was bigger than the size of you, your tongue lapping around and inside his urethra youâve grinding your fucking pretty and glistening Pearl on. Have had Ogre!Simon hold you down against the large dark brown table of his small kitchen, using his thick digit to open your gummy cunt open till you were squirting up his arm, not hesitating to slurp uo the syrupy sap that made a mess on him, groaning at the taste.
Ogre!Simon swore heâd just rub his cock against you, let you feel every vein from your to your cunt, to your stomach to your gorgeous face, have you kiss on it the way he likes every time heâd do a little thrust- but you were fucking creaming today. God his urethra all white before he could even start because youâd been thinking about him all day. Your fairy wings flutter in anticipation, squeezing your thighs together that didnât help either the sheer of your green outfit. Slick covering the mound of you- Ogre!Simon would just fit the tip in.
Your eyes shoot open at the feel of his massive tip, stretching you full, your legs above your head as you let out a loud cry, âY-you said-â
ââKnow wha âve said love- just- anh- jus- bloody âhell honey!â and Ogre!Simon is chocking on his own words with moans, groans filling the whole house. His head is thrown back as the loud squelch of your tight walls taking his cockhead, not even the whole thing. Just half of it got you sobbing, and throbbing around Ogre!Simon, the monsters breeder balls swinging everytime he give your needy and tiny little pussy a little thrust.
âSimon, mmm Simon!â You mewl, eyes rolling into your skull, what would the princess think of you like this fairy!reader? âNegotiationsâ going well? Sure, getting screwed by the kind ogre more than 12 times your size, guts filled with his pre as you shake in his calloused hand, squirting and cumming so hard it almost knocks you out.
And Ogre!Simon used you, your pretty yet limp body in one hand as he rolls his hand up and down his aching length, till heâs cumming in his hand and down to the kitchen floor. Accidentally Smearing his cum on your ethereal face, trying to wipe the sweat away.
âIâll âave tâ get you a fuckin bath in here dove,â he sighs, standing and taking steps towards the sink, heavy footsteps hitting the floor, âProbably âave my kid the way weâre going.â
a/n: I was evil laughing while writing this, hold my beer. Was I watching Peterpan? No further questions.
hngh Simon Riley stuffing his gloved fingers in your mouth⊠Simon Riley with his gloved hands around your neck⊠Simon Riley stuffing his gloved fingers into your greedy holeâŠ
You whine and beg him to take it off please, please the gloves are rough and youâre aching to feel him, skin to skin. He chuckles, asking if youâre the type of pretty thing to like things raw like that, and youâre agreeing, mind hazy with desire. Yes please, please anything Simon, Iâll be so goodâŠ
Simon pulling his gloves off with his teeth⊠Simon groaning when he gets his fingers in you and gets a proper feel of just how wet you areâŠ
âHe loves pinning you against the wall or the mattress, feeling the air escape your lungs as the weight of his chest crushes your soft breasts. His voice gets even lower and dirtier.
â"Open your legs for me, dear. I want to see how she swallows me."
Heâll pull your thighs up, opening you completely, just to admire how small and vulnerable you look beneath him.
âHe is obsessed with the sight of your small hands and flawless nails digging into his arms, trying to find support while he fucks you in place with his large, veiny cock. He squeezes your hips with a force bordering on painful, his large fingers sinking into your soft flesh. âHe loves seeing the marks the next day â a signature that no one else will see.
âHeâs addicted to the scent of your hair mixed with sweat. Heâll fuck you from behind just so he can bury his face in your neck, growing obscenities about how tight you are and how he plans to fill you.
âHe uses words that would make anyone blush.
"Look at you... so beautiful. And here you are, begging for me to ruin you... Do your parents know what a depraved slut they raised?"
âHeâll call you sweet names while he watches you come, telling you that you did a good job, leaving you more confused, his hands holding your face with a violent possessiveness so that you are forced to look into his dark eyes. He wants to see the exact moment your eyes roll back and your mind goes blank.
âAfter the peak passes and he finally empties everything inside you, he doesnât pull away. He stays there, heavy and warm, making sure you feel every ounce of him. Heâll clean you up with a possessive bluntness, kissing the top of your head while his hands still map your hips, already planning how heâs going to fuck you again the next morning, unhurried, until youâre trembling and marked by his presence.
In my mind, this man is so cocky and confident; he looks like the kind of guy who could have sex with you and then stare at you the next day as if he hadn't made you cry the night before.
I hope you like the personality I've given Simon; I don't see him as a heartless wall, quite the opposite! đ I think he's so sentimental! Definitely: a kind and horny boyfriend.
I started writing (I have SO MANY unfinished thoughts đ) about him being a boyfriend with a rough but very sentimental side, it's taking shape and I'm liking it! I'll post it soon!
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John Price who insists the day starts with you dry humping his cock because you're easier to handle when you're worked up and whiny. "C'mon then, behave."
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Simon Riley who gives sloppy kisses as his heavy hand guides your face to his raging morning wood. He even remembers to say please. "Luv, please. S'bloody painful."
Tf141 who plays strip poker but they all gang up on you until youâre fully naked and the worst anyone else has gotten is a lost sock or shoe.
âNo fair!â
âAinât our fault youre shit at poker. Now you know the rules.â
Gaz takes you first, biting his lip to hold back the sly grin he has as he sinks you down on his cock. âSo pretty perched on a cock.â
His hands gently guide you back and forth, musing nothing but praises. âIâm almost there, baby. I know you want it. Can you feel you wanting it.â
Eventually he holds you still, rutting up into you while his thumb draws soothing circles on your hip. The others watch intensely before he slams you down, keeping your hips pressed firmly against him as he pours his release inside.
Gaz combs your hair out of your face, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead before he peels you off. But not before he gives your cunt a gentle grope with the palm of his hand. âThanks love.â
He passes you off to soap whoâs been bouncing in his seat since you were in your undergarments. Heâs quick to get you bent over the table before sinking his dick in with a deep groan.
Heâs meaner than Gaz, insisting that you squirt for him before he lets you go despite you cumming multiple times. âI canât, Johnny! Icanticanticant,â you sob, pussy puffy and swollen.
Soaps arm slinks down between your legs before his fingers repeatedly swipe across your poor clit. He has no aim, but it gets the job done and your vision nearly goes black as youâre leaking onto the edge of the table.
Soap grins victoriously. âSo ye can do it. Fuckinâ liar you are.â
Then thereâs ghost. Heâs not trying to be an ass about it. Itâs just that heâs so damn big that itâs bound to hurt no matter how many times Gaz and Soap have cum inside you.
He lifts you up from the underside of your knees, spreading you wide open before nudging inch by inch inside. âNice view, LT.â
âWish it were you, aye Johnny?â
Soap smirks. âWho? You or her?â
The conversation ends there, ghost too enthralled by the way his dick pumps out cum with every thrust. The position makes it perfect to see the tip of his dick bulging as he brings you down to the hilt.
âFuck,â you pant, barely audible over those heavenly wails you let out.
âI know, doll. Thatâs what Iâm doinâ.â You donât even have it in you to tell him to piss off and thatâs exactly how he likes you.
Last is price, who lays you gently down on the table with a hand resting on each thigh. Thereâs no resistance as he slips his dick inside your warm and sloppy hole.
Immediately you shudder from oversensitivity, hands pawing at his abdomen to push him back but thereâs no strength behind it.
Heâs gentle, but the experience is there when heâs grinding up his dick to all the right places.
Two of his fingers scoop up the leaking cum (probably a mix of all three) before drawing delicate figure 8âs across your abused clit.
You squeak, legs tensing as sparks fill your vision. âThere she is, nice and fuckinâ tight.â
And once he knows he has you teetering on that edge, heâs pounding into you like thereâs no tomorrow.
The table shakes under the intensity and it proves to be worth it when youâre mumbling gibberish in hysterics.
Price finally pulls out, patting your pussy twice as a reward. âGood girl.â And you donât know if heâs talking to you or your cunt.
You feel a hand cup your cheek but your vision is blurry and every voice sounds as if youâre underwater. âYa look like youâre seeing stars, lassie.â
âIâm never playing poker again.â
Your comment earns a few chuckles from the group. âOh donât be like that. You almost almost had us!â
âKyleâs right. Youâre improving fast. Youâre bound to win the next one, soldier.â
Itâs a lie. Price knows it. The group knows it. You know it. But it doesnât stop you from playing the next week.
ushijima's crazy insane breeding kink đ... tell me more lol. i love loved what you wrote for my last ask (super fast too WOW!) and im so excited that we'll be seeing more of this pairing in the future! thank youuuu đđ
You never have to beg me to talk about Ushijima's breeding kink holy fuck- this is set about a month or two after he finds out you're pregnant and now breeding you consumes his thoughts more than ever when you start showing.
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Youâve noticed it over the years. Even as teenagers having their firsts with each other. The freaky shit he would do unknowingly. Heâs always been kinda obtuse, but now as an adult heâs realized it. He is in love with the idea of you being swollen with his child. He canât help the way he pushes his cum back into you after he finishes, watching as you greedily suck it back up. He likes when you just let him sleep like that, creating an ever bigger, cum-filled mess in the sheets. He always cleans it and he always thinks about the possibility of getting you pregnant. It makes his dick stiffen in his pants. He thinks about how he could logically fuck you safely while pregnant. Could he even? Would it be dangerous or encouraged?Â
Either way itâs only gotten worse since youâve actually gotten pregnant and started showing. Your bump isnât big, but itâs enough that he canât stop thinking about how youâre carrying his child. How the both of you will come together in creating this baby. How he canât wait for you to give birth so he can see you like this over and over again.Â
You knew this about your fiance, you just didnât know how much worse it would get with the baby growing in your belly. He stares at you, constantly. He was always one to admire you, but now he gets lost in his head thinking about you. Heâll be mid conversation and zone out completely as youâre talking to him about something. Not that he means to, it just happens. He just canât stop thinking about how much he wants to fuck you like this. But heâs scared heâll hurt you or the baby. Little does he know the storm of hormones thatâs about to hit you. Now being anywhere within ten feet of your lovely, big, huge fiance makes you want him more and more. Heâs waiting for the doctor to clear it, but that doesnât change the fact that you are horny as hell and doing everything in your power to convince this man youâll be alright.Â
Once, when youâre on his phone ordering dinner, you see a google chrome tab still up. You shouldnât look, and you really try not to, but itâs right there. It would be a waste to not see what your fianceâs googling. What you find shocks and delights you.
âWhy am I obsessed with my wifeâs baby bump?â
âIs it safe to have penetrative sex while pregnant?â
âHow to have penetrative sex while pregnant safely?â
âDoes a womanâs scent change when theyâre pregnant?â
âWhy does my pregnant wife smell so good?â
âIs it normal to love getting your fiance pregnant?â
âHow do I ask my wife to walk around with my semen in her all day?âÂ
âWhy do I like seeing my semen in my wifeâs vagina?â
You bite your lip at the way every question has âwifeâ instead of âfiance.â Like the marriage part is just a formality and youâre already his wife. You donât mind, in fact you like it. You canât help but laugh at how he aggressively googles things he doesnât understand. Like google is his magic eight ball. Speaking of the devil, he walks back in, settling on the couch next to you.
âWhatâs this baby?â He glances over at the searches on his phone. His eyes grow wide, flushing.
âIs this what youâre thinking about every time you zone out? If you like me like this just say it. Or better yet, show me how much you like it.â Youâve leaned in close, whispering in his ear. His face starts burning red the more you speak.
âIt felt weird to say anything.â He glances over at you out of the corner of his eye. Like that of a scared dog. You lean in, kissing the side of his neck. He shivers against you.
âI think youâre just excited to make me a mom. And as my husband, itâs your responsibility to take care of all my needs.â He turns to face you, already sucked into whatever you have planned. What can he say, youâre very hard to resist.Â
You soon find yourself lying on your back in your king sized bed. Wakatoshiâs large frame towers over you in a way that makes you ache. He kisses you sloppily, hungrily, and you take it. You soak up the way he touches you. Greedy for him already.
âJust fuck me already, please.â He looks down at you, torn between safety and what you want.
âI should stretch you out and make sure youâre wet enough.â You palm his hardened cock through his sweats. You wrap your legs around his back so pull him close to you.Â
âTrust me, Iâm wet enough. Now, give me what I want Toshi.â He shakes his head as he pulls his dick out of his pants. He hates how easily you win him over in everything, but he canât help it. He just loves you so fucking much. Every inch of you, every version.Â
You werenât lying about being plenty wet. He pushes your panties down to find you completely soaked. He runs his tip through your folds. Your whole body shivers.Â
âYou okay?â He asks concernedly.
âIâm just more sensitive I guess. It feels good. Better than good.â His ears perk up at the sound of sensitivity. He likes the thought of overwhelming your senses with him right now. He slides into you without resistance. Youâre hot and wet, squelching loudly as he thrusts in and out of you.
âOh fuck! Toshi, fuck me harder please, please, please!â Itâs been mere moments, but youâre already close. Entranced in the way youâre taking him, he speeds up. He starts circling your clit with his thumb and itâs all you need to be pushed over the edge.
âNgh- haaaahh fuck!â Your back arches, digging your heels into the mattress. You squeeze him so tight, he comes right after. He curls over you, his face meeting yours. You wrap your arms around him, kissing him through his orgasm.Â
âFuck, youâre incredibly.â He breathes into your mouth. You laugh. Even now he can only be in pure adoration of you. He pulls back just enough to watch as his cum seeps out of where you two are still connected. He thrusts shallowly, pushing it back in.
âI think I like this.â
âCumming in me? I figured.â
âI like watching it fall out just so I can push it back in.â He moves his hips again, driving his point home. You eye him skeptically.
âYouâre a little freak!â The tips of his ears turn somehow redder than they already were..
âIs that a bad thing?â
âNope. Itâs part of what I like about you. And youâre my freak.â
He nods, bending down to kiss you again. You clench around him and he moans into it.
âOne more time?â He eyes you with those big hazel eyes.
âYou thought once would be enough?â You smirk. He picks up his pace, not bothering to clean up any of the mess thatâs already been made. He has no idea how youâre about to wring him dry.
You can say with certainty that you've never seen Simon this drunk before.
The drunk text you got from Soap was a step away from being complete gibberish, but you were able to understand that he was telling you it was probably a good idea to come pick up your boyfriend.
You had no idea what to expect, but when you show up at the pub, Simon is slumped in the booth and the smell of booze is so strong you worry about any open flame sparking up around him. The moment he sees you he nearly tumbles out of his seat altogether from how violently he reaches out to you.
"Oi, lovie," he says, his accent thick with the alcohol. His big, clumsy hands land on you far heavier than they ever would sober. "There's my bird, my fu-" his voice catches in his throat for a moment from either a hiccup, burp, or nausea, "fuckin' baby."
"Yes, Simon, hello. I think it's time to go home." You glance over at Soap who's barely any better off than the giant man actively trying to crawl into your lap while you still stand. The sergeant just smothers a poorly hidden laugh behind his hands.
"'m drunk," Simon says like he's telling you a secret.
"I can tell."
"Don't divorce me, luv," he mumbles with such a hangdog look on his face it takes you a moment to realize what he said.
"Well, we'd first have to be married to do that."
"Wo'?"
"What do you mean 'what?'"
"We're no' married?" he says, looking genuinely distraught.
"No, baby." The dawning look of horror has you biting back a smile, not wanting to laugh directly in his face.
"But you're my wife."
You splutter. "Since when?"
"Fuckin' always."
"That's news to me. You want me to be your wife?"
"Yeah!" he hollers before immediately catching himself and looking up at you with those big, watery, brown eyes of his. "Sorry fer yellin'. I love you."
You lose the battle and can't help the laugh that punches out of your chest. Your hands cup his scarred, flushed face.
"I love you too, you silly, silly man. Come on, time to go home. You're not going to feel very good tomorrow."
Through a precarious balancing act you manage to get him more or less upright and on his feet all while your sweet boy mumbles to himself, "Wha', i's just yer my bloody wife, yeah? 'S my girl."
