Hello and thank you for checking out this blog, asks are always welcome! If you're here, that means you've most likely found me through my AO3 account or any writing I do on here.
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If you're reading this, hi :D!! You can call me Mimi, I'm a fanfiction author and AO3 volunteer. This account and my AO3 are new, but I've been reading x Reader fanfiction for over a decade and I've been writing it for about 8 years. I've had multiple accounts on Tumblr as well as AO3 during this period, so there's a non-zero chance you've followed one of my past blogs ^^! I have a bad habit of wanting to start over with an online identity once every couple of years, not gonna lie.
I made this account initially because I didn't feel comfortable writing about ageplay/forced age regression on my other account. Happy to have you all!
he's far from the most unethical of farmers. you won't be injected with a cocktail of hormones, locked in a pen, and have suction cups attached to your tits. the whole process starts off with him massaging your teats himself, measuring them, feeling the weight of him in his hands. (and no, the size of them doesn't automatically correlate to more milk production. you won't be discarded simply because you don't have the biggest boobs around.) all to get you used to the stimulation.
you'll have some outdoors time with the other cows. you won't be seeing any of the bulls yet. a lot of them are quite intense, and it'll be too intense for a new girl like you. you can enjoy yourself in the outdoor breeze, sniffing at other cows, chewing grass with the herd as you were always meant to do, instincts perfectly happy.
then, the intensity gets amped up, little by little. milking sessions are introduced to your daily routine, though your udders haven't started producing quite yet. a buzzing little toy is pressed to your clit every time you have the cups attached. pleasure to outbalance the discomfort, and also to condition you to associate the two. getting your tits milked = feeling good. it doesn't take long before you don't have to be nudged towards them anymore.
john won't fuck one of his cows, but once your food is laced with special stuff that makes your pussy tingling, swollen and dripping for hours, he'll do a through check down there to make sure you're all good. gloved fingers sliding inside of you, spreading your walls apart and pushing as deep as they can go to see if they meet much resistance.
"you're a natural at this," john says with a pat to your backside, though he knows you won't really be able to understand. "think you're ready for one of the bulls now." putting a calf in you always helps milk production, so it's bound to happen sooner rather than later.
"don't break her, simon." he says when he introduces the two of you outside. john scratches you behind your ears and gives you a little nudge through the fence before shutting it behind you and backing away.
"on you go."
there's hardly time for a few sniffs until you're pushed down on to the ground underneath his weight, mooing as the head of his huge, leaking cock swipes along your folds a few times before finding the right hole. it's far too big to go in all at once, or easily. simon bullies his cock inside of you with little thrusts, inch by inch, until he's bottomed out inside you. and with the load of cum he's certain to stuff you full with, it won't be long until it takes.
I really enjoyed your ao3 work inner stuffing, i got so excited when i saw the new chapter i had to pause mt revision haha. Itās so interesting to read and the angst is so good especially how reader spirals in the newest chapter, simon at the door gave me literal chills! /pos im really excited for the next ones, take your time ofc and take care of yourself <3
First of all, good luck with the test/exams you have coming up!! I'm glad that you've been enjoying it so much and if you've been enjoying the angst specifically, you're going to looooove the next one <3 You take care of yourself too ^^!!
content: 18+, daddy kink (kind of 24/7 kink dynamic?), fauxcest, pretty much undernegotiated kink.
simon who starts taking the whole 'daddy' thing a lot more serious than you'd ever had imagined. simon who starts telling you to just call him dad instead, it sounds better that way. who starts taking it outside of the bedroom.
simon doesn't set a whole lot of rules, but he is clear and strict about the ones he puts into place. (and there will be punishments if you don't listen.) the rules pretty much depend on what he thinks you're struggling with.
he thinks you stay up too late, spend too much time in bed with blue light searing into your eyeballs? you better start handing him your phone at 9:30 and he'll hide it somewhere around the house, out of your reach. if you complain, he just ignores you. i'm your dad, aren't i?, he tells you if you insist. my house, my rules. and if you're not tired enough to fall asleep when he tucks you in at 10, he'll see if an orgasm or two is a good enough nightcap.
maybe you're negative about yourself. your dad'll tell you for that every bad thing you say about yourself (yes, even if it's ironic or sarcastic or a joke, don't get cheeky with him), you need to say three compliments about yourself in turn. you need to sound like you mean it, and you can't use the same ones over and over again. if you refuse, have fun being locked in a staredown. simon isn't the type to give up quickly.
or you have a tendency to touch yourself instead of turning to your dad for help. he'll tell you that you're not allowed to masturbate, much less cum on your own. he'll put you to bed a little earlier, loiter around downstairs for half an hour, and come to bed. he'll snag you by the wrist and holds your dominant hand to his face, sniffing to see if he can smell yourself on your fingers. any sex toys you had have long since been put away.
do you have a favorite fauxcest trope for each of the 141? like do you prefer dad or big brother simon?
cw: 18+ mdni, fauxcest (of all kinds)
I looooove Dad bf!Simon the most for Simon, love when he calls you ākiddoā āhis kid.ā such a quiet dad, I wanna kiss him. But like (in my head and for plot) I think Big Brother!Simon fits him more because heās always wanted to be a proper big brother for Tommy but didnāt get the chance to. So when he has the opportunity to be that older brother figure for you, he bathes in it. The man adores it, to the point it did get a little fvcked up, and heās fvcking his ābaby sister.ā
Dad bf John is just *chefs kiss* for him. Like wanted a kid so bad he ends up projecting, or or he realizes itās something you need, a proper father figure, so he gets into it for you. Heās a sweet guy (for you). Just- rough around the edges, classic dad shit. Though he is the type to show up for you (heās proper), will start fights, overprotective, mayhaps gets turned on when you start getting angry just like him.
Soap- Johnny boy, has middle child syndrome bad but like in a ātheres a large age gap between me and my older siblings so Iām basically the older sibling to the younger set of siblings.ā I donāt think he would be too into it tbh, but like you call him ābroā one time or something (the type to get horny over a burp, so heās unserious) treat him like your younger brother or some shit and heās silly putty in your hands.
And then Gaz, uncle shit. Like heās such a good guy, your family loves him, heās like close enough in age to be your older sibling (like ten years or more) but younger than your parents. Someone your family has taken under their wing. And heāll catch you on an off day, eyeing him with hearts in your fvcking eyes, Kyle will say some shit in your ear like, āI could be your uncle, yāknow that?ā And heās cracking a smile asfter whispering it in your ear, running off with the rest of your family. You shoot up, dashing off to the bathroom because maybe you got too wet in your undies. And Kyle is so quick to follow, āworriedā about his favorite girl. And his ears pressed against the door of bathroom, hearing your muffled moans that make him smirk, his girth twitch, āYou alright in there darlin?ā And you donāt even get the chance to reply, take your finger out your drenched hole when Kyle comes in. He takes you in, heart pounding in his chest, āOne fingers not gonna cut it love,ā and heās pressing himself against you, āIām a good uncle so Iāll help you outā
a/n: I took it too far with Gazās but woah. WOAH.
AAAA yay :D!!!! I'm so happy to hear that, thank you ^^!! I'm busy this week but I'm about halfway through editing the next chapter!! Once the whole story is done, I think I'll be posting it on Tumblr as well. Thank you for sending me an ask <3!
content: 18+, ghoap x reader, THANK YOU to my girlfriend for giving me this idea :D
dating both simon and johnny, but simon has way more irregular working hours. because of it, he'll sometimes just walk in on you and johnny having sex. (and johnny likes it. he'll just start getting even touchier with you when he knows simon is heading home soon.)
the way he responds depends on his mood. he might join in, he could just stare at the both of you going at it, or he leaves you two be as he pops into the bathroom for a quick shower.
both you and johnny are a bit tired that night, and the television is droning on in the background as you're sprawled in his lap. your back is to his chest, your head lolled a bit to the side, johnny's cock buried inside of you as deep as it will go.
and then simon walks in. the door's lock clicks shut behind him, his bag is tossed to the floor. johnny's cock twitches inside you. he snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you a flush against him. your face burns as simon walks in. his gaze sears holes into you and you can hear him huff out a little breath through his nose.
he sits next to you two on the couch, never taking his eyes off of either of you. and then he proceeds to chat with johnny about absolutely nothing. simon is the opposite of a chatterbox even on his best days, but now he's mentioning the most mundane shit. council taxes going up, neighbours tossing their garbage in our general waste bin, something funny that happened at work...
while you'd been perfectly comfortable in johnny's lap before, now that you're being made to sit the still, the need inside you grows more and more by the minute. it builds and builds until you're squirming on johnny's lap, hands patting for purchase on the couch so you can push yourself up a little. simon prods the tip of his finger, pretty hard, into the side of your thigh.
"what do you think you're doing?" and continues before you even have the chance to respond. "didn't think so."
"dinnae be rude," johnny chimes in from behind you. you can hear the smile in his voice. "just having a wee chat. be patient."
In most of the COD stuff I will be writing on Tumblr, Johnny and Simon are no longer in the military after Johnny has survived getting shot, basically. In my head, Simon is in some kind of job with irregular hours... maybe working overnight security somewhere, while Johnny is unable to work due to his traumatic brain injury. (Or perhaps he works a couple of short shifts, or 1-2 days a week, at a local supermarket. He likes to keep himself busy)
description: simon riley x reader, self-injuring behaviour (specifically, biting yourself to self-soothe), simon-style comfort. reader works retail ..... this is REALLY self-indulgent but maybe someone else will enjoy.
it's perhaps childish not to know how to deal with your emotions any other way.
whenever your feelings balloon too big, too overwhelming, inside of you, and you swear you might either explode or scream, your teeth find their way into the skin of your arm. never enough to break the skin. the indents fade within an hour, though the bruises left behind by the force of your jaw mar your skin for days.
you try the classic move: hiding your arms underneath long sleeves. but you become complacement after a while, figuring he won't even notice. you're quickly proven wrong when his eyes linger too long on your lower arm. the bruise doesn't exactly look normal. it's not an uniform shape. rather, it's two blotches roughly in the shape of the front part of your jaw, a small patch of normal-looking skin in between them. you've never gotten a bruise like that any other way.
"how'd you get that?"
"...knocked my arm into a door handle," you lie. simon doesn't buy it, he doesn't have to say a word for you to know that. he grunts and continues to keep eye contact. your chest tightens, nose scrunching up a little.
"bit myself. okay? it doesn't matter, it'll heal." you rub at your arm and close your hand over the bruise. you feel the urge to explain yourself further in the silence that remains.
"...i only do it when i'm stressed. it's not a regular thing."
simon doesn't say you any of the things you expected (and dislike) to hear. doesn't call you stupid for doing it, or weird, he doesn't even demand that you stop and find something else to do to cope. you wouldn't know where to begin. and it'd be rich coming from him, you'd be able to go on a holiday with the amount he spends on his smoking habit.
but that doesn't mean that he forgets about it or simply lets it go. you can tell that he's looking at your arms more often and when you're a little distracted, like watching tv or scrolling through your phone, he'll suddenly strike to roll up your sleeves a little to check. it's sweet, in a way, but you don't love it.
especially not when he catches you shortly after a rough workshift one day, where you'd sunk your teeth into your arm just to make it through the door. the skin is still dented with teeth marks when he checks, and he sits you down at the kitchen table in front of the first aid kit.
"i'm not going to get sepsis," you tell him.
"might as well be sure of that."
you let simon wipe your arm down in disinfectant. you don't even protest when he pulls out a roll of bandages and wraps it around your arm. further down than even the bite mark.
"you should quit." you open your mouth to counter that you just can't. simon continues. "look for something else, at least. it's a tesco's, not a bloody warzone. you shouldn't be getting hurt."
"i'm doing the hurting. and, you know, i feel like there probably are a few similarities."
simon ignores your attempt at humor. you've never been good at diverting his attention.
"if it's upsetting you enough that you're hurting yourself, it's not the job for you."
you can't help but wonder to what extent he has applied this wisdom to himself, though you hold your tongue. he's... probably right. god, you know he's right, but you don't know where to begin looking for another job. you don't feel you qualify for much of anything.
"...i don't know where to go," you admit.
"we'll figure it out."
(and, unbeknownst to you, he's visiting the place you work at with some choice words, later.)
