Raptor

He/they MDI 19

[needybunn]

genuinely so horny and sensitive lately. i want to be used a million different ways. i want someone to kick my cunt and make me grind on their boot. i want to be edged for hours then immediately overstimmed for hours. i want to be spanked til i cry. i want to be slapped around. i want a group of mean girls to push me around and step on me. i want to be spanked everywhere, my ass, my cunt, my holes, my clit. just genuinely abused til i cry and then some.

[needybunn]

someone coming up behind me to reach into my pants and give me a harsh frontal wedgie while holding me in place. pulling higher and yanking harder. telling me to fuck my panties til i cum. struggling and squirming while my pussy is getting flossed. after i cum, they take my soaked panties off and stuff them into me, leaving a bit dangling out. putting me into another pair of panties and making me wear a shoulder wedgie under my clothes securing the panties stuffed inside my pussy. putting my tight jeans on over so it’s impossible to pick. making fun of me and telling me that i’m a pathetic pantyfucker. making me walk home like that. once i get home i have to get out of my panty prison and pull those panties out of me.

[mercilessporcelain]

I’ve always been a fan of the idea of handcuffing someone’s underwear to a pole and making them work for the keys. Having them strip themselves down, or give themselves wedgies, or even get on the ground and pose for me - all while dangling the keys just out of reach.

Eventually they might figure out it’s less humiliating to just take their underwear off and leave it behind, but I doubt it.

[sammysknife]

by the time he was barely fourteen, sammy had already become so hypersexual he was humping every pillow and mattress that he could and jerking off everywhere he could. even on the queen-size bed he shared with dean, where he pretended to be asleep and couldn’t hear his little brother uncoordinated movements on his dick almost every single night.

but one night dean got so sick of it. sam felt paralyzed when he heard his big brother whisper in his ear “do you need help with that? i’ll do yours if you do mine”, softly enough so their dad that was sleeping on the other bed wouldn’t hear anything, while slowly lowering his own underwear revealing his semi-hard dick and grabbing sammy’s hand guiding it onto it.

you know how the rest goes ;)

[savagebite]

Mean owner! Price who snaps at Bunny hybrid! Reader after they accidentally break the nice ceramic bowl that he gave them for meals. You were just mad you got healthy yucky pellets!!! You wanted cake!!! (´∩｀。)

But he quickly feels bad because you give him the silent treatment. Refusing his pets, hiding under tables. You even refuse grooming time!!! You loved when he would brush your hair for you!! (╥ ω ╥)

So while you’re sleeping he gently scoops you up with those thick arms of his. giving you small kisses and coos while you wake up. And when you try to escape, legs kicking and wiggling with all your might! he just traces your hole. His finger against it. Finally pushing in when you whined enough. His two thick fingers pumping over and over as he whispers small apologies to you.

“Oh, I know, I know, m’such a meanie. M’sorry I’ll never yell again okay? Bunny? You gotta answer or I’ll stop”

You lazily nod your head, which makes him smile. He finally pumps harder making you finish. Your head against his chest as he enjoys finally being able to hug his bunny again <33

[rawme-price]

Very few times in his life has gaz been given a direct order from his spouse, and every single time he treats it with the urgency of a mission.

He has never once failed any of your requests....until today, it seems.

"Gaz, baby, you better come home smelling like that tomorrow." You had whispered in his ear last night after hours of sex. Not that you two never fucked, but he swears you were trying to kill him that night, face tucked into the crook of his neck.

Gaz doesn't want to admit defeat, but he's crawled through the entire base. Sniffing everything like a fucking dog trying to identify what smell had rubbed off on him. He didn't leave base, followed his normal schedule yesterday, so eventually he should find it.

He's in the middle of helplessly sniffing soap bottles in the hopes he accidentally grabbed someone else's when ghost walks in, post–...whatever he does to workout. He raises a brow at gaz sniffing the soap bottle, but says nothing.

Gaz knows ghost wont say shit about it, given everything he's walked in on ghost doing and—

Wait.

....gaz takes a much to obvious sniff in ghosts general direction.

....that's the smell. Gaz remembers the sparring he did yesterday, how ghost seemed very keen on grapples that time. The smell that had you jumping gazs bones last night was the smell of his lieutenant covered in dirt and sweat.

Gaz contemplates for a moment, looks ghost up and down. He's far from a turn-off, thats for sure. Easily both of your types.

"Hey, L.t...ever had a threesome?"

[hard--byte]

little brother thinking he's so safe and sound in big brother's bed. enjoys a night of cuddling and being warm against his bro.

until the morning. little wakes up to firm hands on his hips. too firm. pressing and sliding him down until his brother's cock is filling his cunt. he tries to squirm away, but his big brother just digs crescents into his skin with his nails. growls low no, you're staying here. and once he's got his little brother impaled he wraps his arms in a big hug. presses his hips up again to really lock them there.

little can squirm all he'd like, it only makes his brother moan fuck, kid, that feels good, keep doing that. little can smack his shoulders and beg, try to bargain 'at least pull out', but none of it will help. he's going to be stuck cockwarming his brother for the next hour, and he's walking up for breakfast later full of cum.

[atlasintheapocalypse]

big bro jerking your cock, making you finish over and over, completely ignoring your leaking hole cause men don't need that. if you want to cum again, then you'll cum like a man. <3

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Wake up, Jason

Pairings — Jason Todd x male reader

⚠️CW⚠️ — gay, gay-sex, top Jason Todd, bottom male reader, rough sex, morning sex, bathroom sex, blowjob, somnophilia (consensually), stomach bulge, cum inflation, breeding, Todd has a big dick, shower sex, and possible ooc.

Word count — 3.7k

Summary — You finished making a hearty breakfast and called for Jason. When he didn’t respond, you took his dick into your hands—erm, matters in your own hands.

Read before continuing: if you are younger than 18 or any of the warnings make you uncomfortable, this is your chance to turn around and leave. If there are no problems, you may continue.

It was early in the morning, if you could call it that. The sun’s everlasting light struggled to pierce the permanent, gloomy, thick smog of Gotham. Instead of the bright blue skies filled with puffy white clouds, like the citizens of Metropolis get to enjoy, you get mute, gray skies and light that casts long, winding shadows on the concrete canyons of Gotham. You got the pleasure of enjoying a dull yellow or orange hue in the morning hours. It wasn’t idle, along with the high crime rate, corruption, and pollution—at least the rent was cheap.

But at least it was morning. The once-sparsely populated streets, walkways, and subways were beginning to fill with frantic crowds. Thousands of workers emerged from their homes and poured out onto the streets. You could hear the city's ambiance below: cars honking and revving—plus the typical sound of police cruisers' sirens wailing in the distance. You assumed they were responding to one of many murders that had happened during the night, or someone had discovered one of Jason’s unique ways of dealing with criminals.

Maybe that explains why the vigilante came to you worn out and tired beyond belief. He nearly gave you a heart attack when you entered your apartment. He was just standing in the darkness, leaning against the kitchen counter with his iconic red metallic helmet in his hands. The lighting didn’t help, as it cast his large, imposing silhouette like a child standing over their sleeping mother. You thought your time was up and validly let out a screech, only to hear a laugh slice through it.

Realizing who it was, you sighed in relief; your fight-or-flight instincts diminished as Jason pulled you into one of his hugs. You should’ve expected who it was by now. Your apartment was practically Jason’s home, an upgrade from the various safehouses scattered across Gotham—though he was careful not to draw attention to you unless he wanted one of his enemies to target you.

But you didn’t have any worries, believing fully in Jason’s abilities—especially his stealth, which made you wonder about the safety of your home if the vigilante could easily break in undetected. Nobody was gonna touch a single hair on your body without feeling his wrath, and because only he can touch your body.

Your tense, aching bodies relaxed and melted into each other. You could feel the vigilante’s warm, heavily muscled body molding against yours, defined and sculpted by years of grueling training and resurrection that brought him back. He pressed kisses on your forehead before moving down to your lips, pulling you into a heated dance as your lips moved with rhythm and intent. You could feel Jason’s calloused hands running underneath your shirt, pulling and squeezing your skin as he grinds his crotch—rubbing his tight, clothed bulge on yours.

“Let’s go to sleep,” Jason said, pulling back with a teasing smirk plastered on his face. You frown, whining under your breath as you wanted to go further, but that quickly vanished when Jason stripped himself of his clothing, leaving nothing but his underwear on. You unconsciously licked your lips, not shying away from ogling the manly tank in front of you. He gestured for you to follow his lead—you did so without hesitation.

That was last night, your naked bodies snuggled underneath the thick, cozy blankets. You switched between being the big and small spoon. Jason’s large arms wrapped around you, encircling you as he pulled you closer whenever he felt you were too far. You felt his soft breathing blowing on your nape, and his forehead pressed against your shoulders. That didn’t last forever.

The blare of your alarm woke you up. The annoying, piercing sound assaults your ears as it tells its time to get up. You groaned and begrudgingly dragged yourself out of bed, which was a hefty task with your body tangled with Jason in an amalgamation of limbs. The vigilante held onto you like a koala with a death grip. After some twisting and turning, you were freed from the man’s grasp.

Jason groaned in his sleep, turning over onto his backside, the sheets sliding off to reveal his chiseled, muscular body—one arm over his head and the other resting on his stomach. Even in his sleep, he was effortlessly stunning. He looked like one of those men’s magazine models you’d find at the store and bring home to masturbate to when the internet was still newly available to the public. And he was all yours.

You groaned as you arched your back, stretching the muscles as you propped your hands behind your head, rolling your shoulders backwards. You could hear stiff bones popping and cracking from the pressure. Once the stiffness and tension in your body were alleviated, you planned to make a hearty breakfast for you and Jason to enjoy before his usual routine during the daylight hours—a breakfast burger sounded perfect.

But something caught your attention. You didn’t notice beforehand, but it couldn’t be ignored once you made eye contact. The thick blankets covering Jason’s body slipped below his waistline, revealing his basic underwear and his massive dick resting on his thick, meaty thighs. Your jaw dropped. The massive thing must have slipped through the fly while he slept—it was lying flaccid on his right thigh. How did you not feel that pressing against your ass? You would’ve noticed immediately.

But it was there: Jason’s massive dick in all its glory. As if it couldn’t get any better, the massive thing was gradually lengthening. You watched as the flaccid cock rose to prominence, throbbing and jumping against the vigilante’s clean-cut abdomen. That’s when you heard choked grunts and moans, Jason thrusting his hips into the air—he was having a wet dream. The hand resting on his stomach moved to grip the sheets, his brows twitching as he gritted his teeth.

A burning sensation rushed across your face as you idly stood on the side of the bed, watching Jason have a vivid dream—most likely about you. The more you watched, the more you wanted that massive thing filling your mouth—feeling the heavyweight on your tongue and the thickness filling every inch as you try to take as much as you can. Your dick was tenting in your underwear at the mere thought of giving the vigilante head while he slept, and he continued having his wet dream.

Surely he wouldn’t mind? You remembered a while back, he brought up the idea of sucking him while he slept—it was random, something you weren’t expecting from him. It was after a particularly stressful patrol that left Jason irritated and on the verge of killing someone or breaking the nearest object within reach. He was still irritated, but it somewhat dissipated by the time he broke into your apartment. He came behind you and started peppering kisses on your nape while he kneaded your body with his rough hands, grabbing your hips and grinding them against his crotch.

After the deed was done, Jason lay back with you nuzzled into his body—panting and sweating. That was when he randomly brought up a proposal and gave you his full consent to use his dick while he slept. You never thought of or had the chance, but you couldn’t pass up this opportunity—given to you on a silver platter. He wouldn’t mind you messing with his morning wood.

You climbed onto the bed and crawled to Jason’s side—getting between his legs. You took a deep breath and wrapped your hands around it—it felt warm and heavy in your palm, and you barely managed to fit the thick shaft in your grip. You could feel the veins and ridges pressing against your tight grasp. Jason’s dick still manages to be impressive in length and girth despite sucking and holding it multiple times. There was something about it that made you immediately fall to your knees and beg the vigilante to give it to you.

“Ngh…” Jason’s breath hitched as he let out a soft moan, his body shuddering from your cold hand touching his dick. You smiled, slowly started to pump it up and down—you could feel it expanding in your hand, if that was even possible. As you stroked the massive thing, your warm breathing brushed against it, causing Jason to grunt and shudder.

The vigilante unconsciously started rolling his hips, aggressively thrusting into your hands—he was dreaming about fucking you on a rooftop during patrol, not caring who witnessed the love between two men. To Jason, this dream felt oddly realistic, given how warm and tight the sensation was, but he wasn’t protesting—not at all.

You gave a couple of long, shallow strokes before delivering a deep—Jason responding well to the technique. You wanted more, though. You were particularly salivating, mouth wide open, as you intended to take it. You started kissing the massive pole all the way to the spongy cockhead, licking and swirling your tongue around it before devouring the head, locking your lips around the thickness. You hear Jason sigh with relief, and peering up, you see his pectorals moving.

Smiling with a dick in your mouth, you went to town and started slurping—focusing on the cockhead by flicking the tip of your tongue into the slit, tasting the first beads of precum. You weren’t paying attention anymore as you were completely hypnotized—noises muffled except for Jason’s grunts and you slobbering on the man’s dick. Lust had a tight, restrictive control over your being. You moved to take more, swallowing as much as you can, inch by inch.

“Mmmm…” you whined, struggling to take the remaining inches, so you opted to use your hands. You bobbed your head and stroked the rest, slowly taking more as you relaxed your throat and ignored the gag reflex. You huffed and puffed through your nostrils until a hand rested on your head. You froze and pulled back, Jason’s dick plopping out of your mouth with a wet pop.

“I… uh,” you didn’t know what to say as another rush of heat flooded your cheeks.

“I didn’t say stop, did I?” Jason spoke, his voice deep and raspy after just waking up. There was a lustful glint in his eyes, something that you were all too familiar with. You felt the grip on your head tighten. The vigilante fixed his position, sitting upright before spearing your mouth back onto his massive dick.

Your eyes widen as the massive shaft abruptly fills your mouth. Jason’s fingers dug into your hair as he was determined to push all of his cock down your throat. Tears pierced your eyes, your lungs were burning from the sudden lack of oxygen, and your jaw ached. It didn’t stop until your nose was buried in Jason’s underwear waistband and your chin was resting on his clothed sack.

“Breath through your nose.” Jason grunts, holding your head in place. You followed the advice, relaxing your throat to accommodate the vigilante’s dick and breathing through your nose so you wouldn’t suffocate. “Yeah… just like that.” Another bellowing grunt and groan left his mouth, his head tilting back onto the headboard as you clenched your throat around him—the cherry on top was you stimulating his sensitive cockhead.

Jason controlled the pace, one hand gripping your head as he moved you up and down on his cock. He bounced you like a basketball, using your warm, velvety, tight throat as a personal fleshlight. There was a combination of Jason’s feral grunts and the sound of you slobbering on him—you imagined his dick being generously coated with saliva.

You had your back arched, your ass perfectly on display. Your hole was twitching, clenching, and begging—it was hungry and needed to be satiated, but you had a feeling you were going to get the proper treatment soon.

“That’s enough,” Jason said, pulling you off his cock. You whined, but that was squashed when Jason got out of bed and slung you onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes—effortlessly.

“Where are we going?” you asked, looking back to see where Jason was taking you.

“To the bathroom. Need a shower.” Jason replied, as you could see, the familiar interior design was coming into view. You were then hoisted back onto the floor, Jason holding you with an iron grip. “C’mere.”

Jason tilted your head and locked his lips with yours, pulling you into a rhythmic dance of dominance. Your tongues are tied together as he humps and grinds his massive, saliva-coated dick against your clothed tent—smearing your already precum-stained underwear. You can feel his rough, meaty hands move towards your underwear, groping your cheek through the thin clothing, before you hear the sound of fabric tearing and Jason’s hands touching your skin.

“Hey! You could’ve just slid them down!” You complained, pulling back and huffing as the fabric continued to tear until it was ripped in two. Your throbbing dick popped out, grinding against Jason’s dick.

“I’ll buy more, I just really need you. You have me riled up here.” Jason grumbled, squeezing your ass cheeks before slapping the fat mounds. You yelped, your dick twitching as more beads of precum leaked from the slit. Jason took the opportunity to tangle his tongue with yours, swapping saliva and deepening the makeout session—drool seeped through the tiny cracks in your lips and dribbled down your chin.

A heavy, low whine vibrated in your throat, your eyes rolling back from Jason sucking the living soul out of you, and his rough hands having their way with your cheeks—gripping the mounds and thrusting you against him, your moans drowned out.

While Jason enjoyed and toyed with your ass, kneading it like a baker preparing dough. You indulged in his upper body. You greedily squeezed and groped the vigilante’s pectorals like how he was treating your ass—there were subtle, drowned-out grunts, a taste of his own medicine. You were amazed by the rock-hard firmness, yet how squishy they were in your palms. This was most likely a result of your actions, feeding him too well and stuffing him with any junk food he wanted.

You flicked, pinched, and pulled his nipples, feeling the nubs harden between your fingertips. It seemed his dick approved of your ministrations, throbbing against your dick as more guttural growls were further drawn out by the feral, hungry man.

Jason retaliated, pulling your cheeks apart to expose your puckered entrance like Moses parting the Red Sea. You pulled back, a gasp and moan choked out—thick strings of slobber connecting your mouths as the cold air travelled through the valley between your cheeks, brushing against the tight, warm ring of muscle. Whines and whimpers choked out your throat, your mouth ajar as Jason’s thick finger probed your entrance—circling his fingertip around the small ring.

You were in a haze, but your body moved on its own. As Jason teased your puckered hole, the nerves sent signals through your body—straight to your brain, whatever was salvageable. It sensed something thick and long, and your hips instinctively bucked backwards—desperate rolling movements as it tried to grip and drag the vigilante’s finger into the tight, warm depths of your hot ass.

“You want this, sweetheart?” Jason growled, his jaw locking as he watched how eager and desperate you’ve become. There was nothing behind your eyes except a lustful and needy glint.

“Yes! Please, I need it so badly,” you begged and babbled, rolling and bucking your hips as you held onto Jason’s behemoth body—your fingers digging into his pectorals.

“Get in the shower.” Jason bluntly says, moving to open the walk-in shower’s glass door. He still had a grip on your hips and dragged you into the small, confined space. The door closed and locked. The vigilante turned the knob, and the shower overhead burst to life. Warm water sprinkled from above, enveloping and cascading down your bodies. Jason’s thick, wavy hair matted down on his forehead.

The water flowed through every cove and ridge of Jason’s body, highlighting his defined muscles—watching it flow like a river between his pectorals, as if they were mountains shielding a valley. You were knocked out of your gaze by Jason slamming your body against the slippery, soaked wall with one leg hooked on his broad shoulder. The side of your face and hands pressed against the wet tiled walls.

“Ain’t this a beautiful sight?” Jason purrs, smirking—watching you scramble to hold onto the nearest surface for support, but he has you secure, his beefy arm locked and gripping your knee/leg. What was more eye-catching was the water soaking your already disheveled body, your dick throbbing, and your puckered hole, which was throbbing and trying to buck backwards to capture his dick.

He continued to be amused by your attempts to tempt him or push back. The flowing water couldn’t muffle the sound of your frustrated grunts and whines. Deciding to toy with you, he grabbed and positioned his massive dick against your puckered hole, teasing the tight ring by rubbing circles and almost penetrating—the cockhead pushing past the rim before pulling out. He hears your hitched gasps and cries, your body squirming to take what it wants, but is readily denied.

“Jay, p-please…” You whined.

As much as Jason wanted to continue his teasing rampage, his dick wasn’t going to last; it needed to feel the signature warmth and tightness. Precum drooled from the slit, and his shaft throbbed excessively. Your pathetic whining and cries for him weren’t helping either.

With a savage grunt, he once again positioned his dick against your sphincter and pressed forward. The confined space of the shower was filled with groans. You bit your bottom lip as the pressure grew against your rim. Jason gritted his teeth, and his face tightened.

“Fucking take it.” Jason groans as he plunges his dick completely inside your hole, his heavy balls and abdomen resting on the underside of your cheeks—your thighs. Your ass greedily swallowed every inch, massaging and clenching around the massive thing as your mouth spewed moans and cries of satisfaction.

Your chest tightened and heaved, the new angle was undeniably rearranging your guts—he was so deep inside your stomach that you could practically taste it in the back of your throat.

Just from feeling the tight embrace of your ass, Jason gave up rational thinking and became a hungry, feral man—spurred on by you.

“J-Jay… nghh… s-so… g-good!” you moaned, holding onto the tiled wall. Your breathing was harsh as Jason rammed his massive dick, your puckered hole stretching to its limits. His pace was brutal enough to collapse the tiled wall and push you into the next apartment. You can hear his heavy balls slapping against your thigh and the clapping of your cheeks, and the faint sprinkling of water from above.

“Fucking hell,” Jason growls, his heavy-lidded eyes notice a tummy bulge forming every time he thrusts—the size ranged from a tummy bump to his cockhead sprouting out. He managed to choke out a low chuckle, moving his free hand over the bulge to feel it. With each brutal thrust, he could feel his cockhead through your skin. “You feel that, sweetheart? That’s me.”

You slowly and shakily peered down to see what the vigilante was talking about, and there it was; your mind was melting, and your vision was rainbows, but you could see the bulge and the faint outline of Jason’s massive dick thrusting into your body.

“J-Jay… J-Jay… please…” Your brain was scrambled, your speech reduced to incoherent babbling and pleas for Jason. Your hoarse throat is pushing the limits. With some momentum, you reluctantly let one hand from the tiled wall. Jason removed his hand, letting you feel the bulge in your stomach. Your mouth stuttered open, marvelling at the feeling. A tightness starts to knot itself, spreading slowly throughout your lower section.

You couldn’t give Jason a warning before your body spasmed and your asshole clenched around the man’s dick with a vice-like grip. Your ear picked up the guttural groans from the vigilante—feeling his dick being suffocated or being snapped off. Your dick throbbed and spurted thick ropes of hot cum, your moans bounced off the walls—the water washing your load down the drain.

“Fuck, sweetheart… s-squeezing my dick. Y-you feel so fucking good. So tight when you cum for me.” Jason moans, his muscular body shuddering, almost pained. He couldn’t move his dick; it was lodged completely inside you, and your greedy ass refused to let go. It wasn’t long before he reached his climax.

Garnering his strength, he pulled out slowly, dragging his massive shaft against your walls before slamming back—all you can do is whimper and drool as he fucked you past your orgasm and into overstimulation.

He didn’t last long. He let out a bellowing groan and growl, giving one more thrust to the hilt—his dick and balls twitched before unloading deep inside your ass, filling you to the brim with his hot, thick seed. Your fleshy insides were painted white; you felt the massive shaft throbbing, followed by a flood.

The shower fell silent apart from the labored panting and desperate intake of air, and the water cascading down your bodies. Every part of your being trembled from the intense orgasm; everything was foggy and blurry, and your gaze travelled to the bump in your stomach—you looked pregnant… did Jason really cum that much? It's been a week since you both had sex…

Your mind continued to reel and repair the damage until Jason spoke.

“We should do that again!”

The end

Author’s note — Hello, my strawberries! I hope this was good! I’m popping these fics out like Queen Anne. More food is coming.

Special thanks to my proofreader — @sagethegaywitch

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[puppibarkzz]

thinking about fuck machines again, like yes tie me down and have something fuck me for hours

or counterpoint., invite a group of strangers to fuck me for hours

[puppyymutt]

being pinned down and spanked on my tdick. owners mad I tried to escape inspection. there is no counting or set number of spanks, owner is teaching me a lesson and won't stop until puppy learns :3

"keep those legs open, or I'll keep you here for another hour."

"stupid fucking mutt."

"look at this, you're so wet. just from being punished huh? you like daddys hand that much?"

"oh but how can I blame you, you're just a slutty, dumb puppy aren't you?"

and once hes finally finished with me he takes out his tcock and rubs it against mine, giving me orgasm after orgasm until I've soaked the sheets with my puppy juices :3

perverts PLEASE come into my asks, I'm begging you 😣

[yoursweetcorpse]

thinking about a boy who's really trying hard not to make any noise. rather than whine and moan, he swallows hard, focusing on his breathing. watching his chest rise and fall, his loud heartbeat, his fists all balled up. the way his breath catches in his throat when I touch him. or... yeah ok

[rawme-price]

A part two of [this] post where reader met ghost in a chatroom and didn't expect him to have such a massive dick...

"It won't fit!!" You hiss, trying to squirm but unable to with the weight of ghosts hand pinning your hip to the bed.

"C'mon, lovie, look at it. Not that bad." Ghost coos, pressing his cock to lie against your pelvis, fhe tip practically at your belly button. Oh shit. "Bit o' work, but..."

Ghost slips his other hand down to your entrance, three fingers easily pop inside and you still know it isn't enough. Not when his cock jerks lazily and drools precum over your skin.

Some deeper part of you really wants to know what it feels like, wants to feel him in your mouth, between your hands, on your skin, inside you.

"Mh. Good choice." Ghost hums in delight when you allow your thighs to fall open that last bit, nervous but determined. He rubs his tip in circles around your entrance just to make you nervous, laughs to himself as the embarrassed whine you let out before pressing in—

"Fuckin' hell—!" Ghost groans, doubles over and only catches himself from falling on you by bracing a forearm next to your head. You can feel the huff through the fabric of his balaclava "christ— fuckin' tight—"

"Holy shit– ghost, ghost— fuck—" you toss your head back with a high keen, whole body burning from the sudden fullness. You've never used anything but your fingers before and nothing could have prepared you for this.

You grind into him as best as you can both overstimulated and still asking for more, completely lost in just how good it is—

"Fuck– you're so big—" you feel your core tighten and are unable to do anything, back arching off the bed, pulling ghost into a kiss as your orgasm crashes over you.

Only after you've caught your breath you notice ghost shaking, and slowly realize that asshole is silently laughing at you–

"Not even halfway." He snorts, presses a kiss to your jaw then sits up, still inside you, to show his still-hard cock, only a third of the way in.

You just came and ghost is only a third in.

Somehow, this makes you equally excited and terrified for the rest of the night.

[whorefordean]

a/n: first time writing for simon riley, not proofread, please be nice (or don’t, i’ll survive maybe)

nsfw//mndi

18+

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simon riley who won’t stop even when you’re writhing under him. he proudly eats pussy for the love of the game.

even after three orgasms in the span of thirty minutes, his tongue is still licking and lapping away at your precious cunt. knees trying to clench together while you’re shoving his head away.

simon riley who just tightens his grip on your thighs, grumbling under his breath.

a low “hol’ still, lovie. ‘m busy.” while he’s sucking your sensitive clit back into his mouth. you can’t stop the way your thighs tremble in his large hands.

scratches line his arms, your nails digging into his flesh with each pass of his tongue over your poor, sopping cunt.

“si, please. stop it. ‘s too much,” you whimper, still trying to get away.

he doesn’t care though, following you as your body contorts until you’re no longer on you back. instead, on your stomach and clawing at the sheets.

simon riley who crawls after you, only to tug your hips back.

“said ‘m busy,” he huffs. this time, he does pull away, but only long enough to glare at you.

“i can’t take anymore,” you whine, trying to catch your breath during his brief reprieve. simon eyes you closely, grip tightening on your thighs.

“no?” he hums, tilting his head.

“n-no,” you stumble, just as he starts tracing small circles over your clit. clamping down on your bottom lip, your hips lift in an attempt to chase his touch and your hand is flying out to tangle into his blonde hair.

“doesn’t seem like you can’t take anymore to me,” simon smirks. you whimper, face wet with fat tears when he lowers his mouth back onto your pussy.

you try to get away again, halfway off the bed when simon shifts into sniper mode. flat against the bed, simon grips your lower half, grinding his heavy cock into the mattress while keeping you in place as he continues his assault on your poor, sweet pussy.

[janeisoffline]

Giving Simon Riley the silent treatment during sex (18+)

You are drunk and pissed all because Simon decided it was time to leave the bar. He threw you over his shoulder, patted your ass, told you that you have had way too much to drink and walked out like nothing was unusual about the scene. On the way home, you sat angled towards the window, giving him the silent treatment, and every time he tried to touch your thigh you dramatically pushed his hand away and huffed in annoyance.

Such a brat.

Simon knows exactly how to take care of his bratty lady, which is why the second the two of you walk into your shared apartment, he’s throwing you over his shoulder and walking towards the bedroom.

What he doesn’t see is the sly smile spreading across your face when you think of the best way to fuck with him.

You’re face down, cheek smooshed against the pillow, ass up, pussy bare to him behind you, and ready to get on with your evil plan. His hands find your hips, and he nudges his cock at your entrance. Your folds are soaking, glistening under the soft glow of your bedside lamp, and the second his tip pushes through your entrance, you’re biting your bottom lip and shoving your face even further into the pillow.

This will be harder than you thought.

A groan rumbles out from his chest, vibrating through your body, as his cock slides impossibly deep inside of your pussy. He knocks against your cervix, resting there to give you time to adjust, but he notices you not making even a single sound, not even moving a little bit and you usually are trying to squirm away from him right about now.

He tilts his head to the side in confusion, sliding his cock back out, and thrusting back in once more just to make sure his eyes and ears aren’t deceiving him. It knocks the air out of your lungs, it makes you want to run from his fat cock, but the alcohol sitting low in your belly gives you enough bratty will to keep up the act.

“What kind of game you playin’ at lovie,” he coos, rubbing one rough, calloused hand down the length of your back.

Simon rolls his hips against yours, his balls smacking against your clit ever so slightly, his cock stretching you out while your walls mold to his length. His hands spread your cheeks, watching the way your pussy swallows him with ease, watching the way slick leaks from your entrance and wets his skin.

“Gotta fuck the brat outta ya or what?”

Simon isn’t a man with much patience, although he has a lot more when it comes to you, but you are really pushing his buttons. When all you do is shove your face further into the pillow as he grinds his tip against your cervix, he knows what he has to do.

He grabs both your wrists, pulling your arms back towards him, forcing your face to lift from the pillows and he slams into you with one deep, rough thrust. Your mouth falls open instantly, a moan ripping free from your throat, and tears well up in your eyes from the force of his cock bullying your insides.

“Si… f-fuck- ‘s too m-much,” you whine, squirming your hips against him, trying to pull your arms from his grasp because you know he’s about to fuck you as punishment.

“There ya are. You can take it, can’t you lovie?”

And just as you thought, his pace becomes impossibly fast, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy with little effort from how wet you are. Moans and whimpers fall free from your lips, your breathing coming in short, ragged gasps as every thrust knocks the air out of you, and you can’t help but arch your back and silently beg for more.

“Feels good, don’t it? Thought you could get away with that when you’re this wet and tight around me,” he says, voice low and rough, his thrusts only picking up speed the more sounds pour into his ears from you.

The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up to the brim, leaving no parts inside of you empty for too long. He pulls out and your pussy tries to drag him back in, he pushes all the way in and your pussy clamps down on his as if it never wants him to leave. He laughs quietly, watching your resolve crumble under a few hard thrusts, and he angles his hips with precision to hit every last spot you have.

“So g-good,” you manage to mumble out, your words cut off by an obscene moan.

He fixes his grip on your wrists when your skin grows warm and sweaty, keeping you in the perfect position with your ass arched and mouth uncovered. His balls slap against your clit, your body jerks from the sensation, and you feel the heat pooling in your lower belly faster than usual.

“Yeah? What about here,” he coos just before angling his cock right up against your sweet spot.

Stars burst behind your eyelids, and your climax immediately crashes over you. Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking out around his cock, dripping down his skin and onto the soft sheets below. Your pussy pulses around his length rhythmically, clenching down tight over and over again until your body begins to jerk with overstimulation as he rides out your high for as long as possible.

“Si… can’t t-take it,” you stutter, trying to catch your breath, but his pace never once let up on your poor pussy.

“Oh c’mon. Give me one more.”

He drops your wrists, watching as your fingers curl into the fabric below you, and his arm slides around your waist. He presses against your lower belly, groaning from the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you so deep before two fingers find your clit and begin to rub fast, tight circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your face is smooshed against the pillow once more, but this time, moans and whines fall from you. Your eyes are shut tight, tears stain your cheeks, and your mouth hangs open ever so slightly as drool drips from your chin while Simon fucks you dumb. All the sensations bring you close to the edge again for a second time: his fingers against your clit, his cock rubbing your walls raw.

“Go ahead. Cum on my dick again, yeah? Be a good girl for me,” he coos, pounding into you faster, harder, deeper, anything to make you feel good.

His voice rumbles through you, landing right in the heat pooling in your lower belly the same as before, and you cum all over his cock for the second time tonight. Cream coats the base of him, each thrust spreading it further along his length, and he begins to drive himself towards his own release.

“So good fa me… gonna make me cum so deep in my lady.”

“Please, Si. Cum in m-me,” you beg, looking back over your shoulder, watching him fuck you relentlessly.

Spreading your cheeks apart, he watches your wet pussy suck him in, and with a guttural groan and a few more thrusts, he’s spilling his seed so deep inside of you. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, spurting out against your cervix with every twitch of his cock, filling you to the brim and leaking out when there’s no room left for anymore. It drips down your thighs, pooling with your own on the sheets below, and when his movements come to a stop he collapses on top of you.

He kisses the soft skin of your shoulder as he catches his breath, his warm, slick skin against your own, his hands roaming up and down your sides while his thumb draws slow, comforting circles. You melt into the bed, feeling satisfied, and sleepy with his weight on you.

Simon stands and walks to the bathroom, running a rag under warm water before bringing it to you and wiping up the mess he left. Tossing it into the laundry basket, he slides into bed beside you and pulls you into his chest where you instantly fall asleep and the bratty attitude is gone just like that.

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soap x reader; dubcon

amateur porn star reader and friend soap where soap so happens to stumble into reader’s videos accidentally.

he doesn’t mean to at first, it was just a coincidence that he didn’t even register the possibility that it could be you- that is until he caught the familiar anklet you always wore.

then, it was just pure curiosity. the more he watched, the more he couldn’t stop…and he kept telling himself it was just that: curiosity…

but it wasn’t until late one night when he’s fisting his cock to the various videos in your library, does he pause when he sees a familiar man- that tattoo…that mask on that dresser. that damn fucking mask. Thats when he knows it isn’t just curiosity anymore.

he forgets the urge he has to cum and immediately picks up the phone, leg bouncing before he heard a click on the other end. “Hello?”

“YOU DID PORN WITH [x]?!”

“mate, it’s 2 in the morning,” replies a groggy voice on the other end.

“Ghost, did you, or did you not, have sex with [x]?”

there’s an audible sigh on the other end before a response comes through. and to soap, it’s like a whole era has gone by. “It was like a friends with benefits thing. we both had feelings for each other but with deployment round the corner, we decided to keep it casual. as for the porn thing, that was her idea and I just went along with it.”

fuck. soap mumbles from the other end of the line. “dude, you gotta get me in on it.”

“fuck off. ask her yourself.”

soap grumbles a response but quickly hangs up and quite frankly, ghost is too tired to actually care so he doesn’t bother following up.

over the next few days, soap is constantly trying to dance around the topic- “what d’ya think of simon?” “does the mask thing turn you on?” but you somehow have an answer for everything and if he didn’t know better, he’d leave it there. so, he does what he has to do-

“I know you did porn with ghost.”

and from there, everything unravels. he’s not shy about his intentions and as much as you try to push him off, he’s just so damn persistent. so with his stupid puppy dog eyes, you find yourself saying yes.

soap just can’t wait for your next stream. he gets a haircut, even shaves himself prim and proper for the camera and shows up jittering with excitement.

and you? you can’t even look him in the eye while you’re setting up the camera.

“I thought the shy act was just for the camera but I guess you’re just always like this.” you swallow a lump in your throat from the insinuation: he’s watched you before.

immediately, he’s on you. poor bastards who can only watch you through their screens, he thinks. a sharp clap comes down on your ass, your tits, your cunt- anywhere he can get his hands on. “like it rough, huh? aye, I know you do.” he doesn’t need to ask, he’s seen the videos.

he’s eating you out feverishly, fingers stuffing your cunt to the brim and curling them to a delicious angle that just makes you delirious.

you grab your pillow, covering your face with it while muffling your pitiful moans. “look at this whiny clit, oh she’s just beggin’ for some love.”

despite the embarrassment from the narration, your high builds up quick, but soap is a stubborn man who denies you that climax. “wanna hear you say you’re my little cum dump, baby.”

and although you were naked and spread wide for him, you still had your pride so you bit on your tongue to stay quiet. but soap isn’t deterred. instead, he’s sucking on your clit for dear life, alternating between languid movements up and down your slit and rapid flicks against the bundle of nerves.

he does this over and over and over- threatening an all night stream if you don’t give him what he wants. so eventually you mumble- “I-I’m your…your cumdump,” your words are broken with sobs but they’re audible.

soap smirks triumphantly, grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing you into a nasty arch. “Louder, let your audience know just whatcha are.”

you sniffle, so close to breaking from a mind shattering orgasm. “Y-your cumdump Johnny! Johnny! Pl-please…c-cumming!”

and with the best seat in the house, he quite literally watches your mind go blank. your body trembles with the vigor of all the stolen orgasms that came before. and the haze in your head was so intense that you don’t even notice your screen flashing with a notification-

ghost_mw4 has joined the stream

[rawme-price]

Imagine joining an online chatroom because you struggle meeting people in real life, but god do you want to lose your virginity, right?

Most of the men you meet aren't all that interesting, but there's this one guy...fucking hilarious, witty, a bit dry. His chat name might be "deadmeat" but by the pictures he sends it's anything but.

Deadmeat: thought of you again, bloody mess. Can't wait to have you.

The picture attached is his usual, hard cock covered in at least two previous loads, tip flushed pink and wanting. The calloused, tattooed hand it's cradled in is what drew you in initially. Most folk in the chat room were...well...gifted in size, and as fun as it is to imagine you can hardly manage two fingers on a good long day.

But this man? Perfect fit. About the width of his palm, fingers easily wrapping around. Not small by any means, but definitely not heart-stopping in a bad way.

You: just a few more days. Got the motel booked?

You make sure it's safe, of course you do. Swapping photos together in anticipation for the day.

Deadmeat, or ghost as he requested you call him now, is...a little different than you expected. Tall, for one, nearly brushing his head on the top of the doorframe when you nervously unlock the motel room.

You don't quite realize the breath of your mistake until you and ghost are half undressed in bed and you slip a hand under his waistband. You slide you hand along the soft hair at his base, wrap your hand over it and—

...no. no way.

The amusement on ghosts face as you frantically shove his pants down and pull out his dick is palpable. Holy shit, he's massive. You're a few centimeters shy of wrapping your hand around him, not to mention the length.

You swallow thickly, glance up at him.

The fucker has the audacity to chuckle, reaching down to wrap his impossibly large hands around his dick, give himself a few pumps "well? Everything you were expecting? Don't worry, i can make it fit."

Oh you are so screwed.