࿐ thinking abt heavy handed pope, inspired by this post i saw … 18+ ˚ ⊹
꒰꒰ 𝔀arning !! : smut, p in v, pet names (only ‘baby’), creampie, unprotected sex, mating press !! minors dni ꒱꒱
he doesn’t know he’s doing it he’s accidentally so heavy handed with you, he just loves you and your sweet little pussy so much that he doesn’t even realise :((
he’ll just be fucking you like usual, he has you in a mating press, with your thighs pressed tight to your chest, he’s not aware of just how strong he is, pinning your legs up to your chest, until he’s putting his full weight on you and your whining “popeee, ‘s too much… you’re heavy.” with a pout.
then he leans back just enough to check on you, dick still thrusting slowly in and out of your tight hole. “really, baby? need me to stop?” he asks, all condescending because he doesn’t think he’s that heavy handed.
you nod, all breathy and pretty “mhm- you’re squishing me…” you huff as he hits just the spot inside of you making your back arch against the bed, “fuck, popeee… right there!!” you gasp as you get closer and closer to your finish.
he’s so fucked out and pussy drunk that he has no idea what he’s doing to you… he can’t be that good. he thinks your just exaggerating to please him.
“it’s really that good, huh?” he asks teasingly, lips near your ear as he asks, you nod, too breathless to form words, but it definitely was that good, you’re almost cumming already.
“fuck, pope… ‘m gonna cum! please!” you say, voice all needy and high-pitched since your that close, he keeps his pace, slowly thrusting in and out of your sloppy pussy, he feels so so close aswell, hands subconsciously gripping onto the soft part of your hips, not knowing just how tight he was holding you.
“you want it inside, baby?” he asks tauntingly, as if daring you to say no, he knows you’d never say no to him. you nod desperately, you really just wanna feel him cum with you, he knows you want to.
he thrust a few more times, fingers coming down to toy with your clit and you’re right there. “oh my god- ohh- i’m cumming!” you gasp, nails ever so slightly digging into pope’s shoulders as you both reach your peak, the messy white liquid slowly trickling down his shaft as you both catch your breath.
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♡ threes a crowd ꪆৎ john price x ghost x reader
cw; threesome, slight choking, spitting, side difference, possessiveness, manhandling
You didn’t even mean to start anything, just walked into the safehouse living room wearing one of Price’s shirts and absolutely nothing else. It hung just long enough to tease, and way too short to actually hide anything. Price noticed first. He always did.
His eyes dragged over you slowly. “Sweetheart,” he rumbled from the couch, voice low, “you trying to start trouble?”
Ghost looked up next. His mask hid his mouth, but not the way his gaze dropped straight to your bare legs, then back up just as slowly. “She’s doin’ more than tryin’,” he muttered, shifting in his seat.
You swallowed, suddenly shy under the weight of both of them staring at you.
Price crooked a finger. “C’mere.”
Your feet moved before your brain did. The second you got close enough, Price grabbed your hips and hauled you into his lap, spreading your legs wide over his thighs. Ghost stood. Just stood, silent, and towering, taking you in like he was deciding exactly what he wanted to do.
His voice rasped. “She wearing anything under that?”
“Have a look,” Price said, leaning back.
Ghost stepped behind you, fingers sliding under the hem of the shirt, teasing up your thighs until he found bare skin.
His breath hit your ear. “Not a damn thing.”
Your breath hitched.
Price smirked, hands squeezing your thighs. “Knew she’d be trouble.”
Ghost’s gloved hand slid between your legs, parting you gently, his thumb brushing where you were already warm and needy. “She’s soaked,” he growled.
You whimpered, and Price’s grip tightened. “Tell us what you want, love.”
“I want…” You shivered when Ghost’s fingers traced you again. “…both of you.”
Price cursed under his breath, hauling you closer so your chest pressed to his. “You hear that, Simon? Our girl wants to be ruined.”
Ghost’s hands were already lowering his belt. “Then she’ll get ruined.”
Price angled your face up and kissed you, while Ghost kneeled behind you, spreading you open with one hand, guiding himself with the other.
You gasped into Price’s mouth when Ghost pushed in from behind, big and thick, stretching you impossibly, your body trembling as he groaned low, “Fuck… tight little thing…”
Price kept you steady, kissing you through it, praising you softly: “Good girl… takin’ him so well.”
When Ghost bottomed out, Price tapped your jaw. “Look at me.”
You obeyed instantly.
“That’s it,” he murmured, thumb brushing your lip.
Ghost started moving, slow, and heavy thrusts that forced little broken sounds out of you every time he hit deep. Price watched you react to each one, his eyes dark.
Then Price undid his pants.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”
You did.
He slid in slowly, hand cradling the back of your head, not pushing, just letting you take him at your own pace. Ghost’s thrusts rocked you forward, making Price groan as your mouth tightened around him.
Their voices blurred as they used you between them, their perfect rhythm turning you into something shaking and desperate and full.
Ghost leaned over you, breath hot at your neck. “Gonna cum for us?”
Price’s fingers tangled in your hair, hips bucking gently into your mouth. “Let go, love. We’ve got you.”
Your whole body snapped, overwhelming, trembling hard as Ghost held you tight and fucked you through it.
Price hissed, gently pushing deeper into your mouth, his own release hitting with a groan of your name. Ghost followed a moment later, hand gripping your waist as he spilled inside you, growling into your shoulder. You slumped between them, shaking, boneless.
Price kissed your temple. “Good girl.”
Your legs were still shaking when Ghost finally eased out of you, his hands steadying your hips so you didn’t collapse forward onto Price’s chest. You were a trembling, panting mess between them.
Price brushed a thumb over the corner of your swollen lips where his cum had smeared. “Look at you,” he murmured proudly. “Did so fuckin’ well.”
You barely had time to breathe before Ghost’s hand fisted in the back of your shirt and pulled it over your head, leaving you bare between them.
“Not done,” Ghost muttered, voice low. “Not even close.”
Price smirked. “Feeling greedy, Simon?”
Ghost’s eyes dragged down your body. “She’s the one who said she wanted both of us.”
Price chuckled against your shoulder. “And she’s gettin’ us.”
He lifted your chin so you had to meet his gaze. “Sweetheart… can you give us one more?”
You nodded, breathless. “Yes—please.”
Ghost exhaled sharply, like he’d been holding back. “Good girl.”
Before you could react, Ghost grabbed your hips and flipped you easily, laying you flat on your back across the couch. Price sat at your side, one big hand stroking your cheek while the other pushed your thighs open again.
Your body jolted from the sensitivity, but that didn’t make either man pause.
Ghost knelt between your legs, stroking his thumb slowly over your overstimulated entrance. “Still warm,” he muttered. “Still dripping.”
Price leaned down, brushing his beard against your ear. “You say stop, we stop. But if you want more…” His hand cupped your throat lightly. “…we’ll give you every bloody inch.”
Ghost didn’t give you time to answer before he lowered his mouth to you.
You arched off the couch as his tongue slid over you, tasting himself on you. He groaned into you, like the flavor alone made him hard again.
Price kissed you to muffle your cry, swallowing every sound you made.
Ghost’s mouth was filthy, slow at first, pure teasing, then suddenly deep and relentless. He sucked, licked, fucked you with his tongue until you were tugging desperately at Price’s shirt.
“Already?” Price teased, catching your wrists in one hand. “Didn’t even touch you yet.”
Ghost didn’t stop, just groaned, “She’s close.”
“That so?” Price slid two fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. “Let me see then.”
Ghost gripped your thighs harder, his masked mouth working you ruthlessly.
You broke first. Your whole body shook, crying out around Price’s fingers as Ghost held you down and licked you through it, not stopping even as you whimpered from the intensity.
Price hissed softly. “Jesus, love… look at you.”
Ghost finally lifted his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Round two,” he rasped. “On your knees.”
You barely had time to register it before Price guided you off the couch and onto the carpet, settling behind you, your back flush with his broad chest.
Ghost stood in front of you, already hard again, already undoing his belt. Price spread your knees with his. “Hands behind you, sweetheart.”
You obeyed, letting him pull your hands to rest on his thighs. His lips brushed your neck. “Simon’s gonna take your mouth… and I’ll take the rest of you.”
You moaned simply just from the thought.
Ghost tapped your cheek with his fingers. “Open up.”
You did, and he slid into your mouth with a low, vicious groan. Price’s hands came to your hips, pulling you back onto him as he eased inside from behind, stretching your oversensitive body until you were gasping around Ghost’s cock.
“Good girl,” Price growled against your shoulder.
Ghost thrust into your mouth in slow, controlled strokes, one hand tangled in your hair, guiding you. Your throat tightened around him, tears pricking, but it only made him curse under his breath, hips stuttering.
Price pulled you back harder, fucking into you with long, heavy thrusts that made your voice vibrate around Ghost. “Christ, love—tight little thing…”
You were helpless between them, every movement from one forcing you deeper onto the other.
Ghost tightened his grip in your hair. “Look at her—fuck—she’s drooling on me.”
Price’s teeth grazed your shoulder. “She likes being used.”
You whimpered, proving him right.
Ghost’s voice dropped to a deep groan. “She can take more.”
Price’s hand wrapped around your throat, gently applying pressure to lift your head. “Can you?”
Your voice came out wrecked, muffled around Ghost. “Y-yes—please—”
Ghost groaned like he’d been waiting to hear you beg. Price adjusted his angle, just a few inches and your whole body lit up.
You choked around Ghost’s cock when Price hit that perfect spot again, and Ghost actually laughed. “Sensitive, sweetheart?”
Price kept hitting it, again and again, relentless now, holding you tight as he used your body with controlled, powerful thrusts. Ghost lost his rhythm first.
His breath turned ragged, hips jerking, every stroke rougher. “Fuck—fuck—keep goin’, sweetheart—don’t stop—”
Price’s grip on your throat tightened just enough to make your vision sparkle. “Be a good girl for him.”
That was all it took. Ghost came with a loud groan, pulling your face tight against him as he spilled down your throat. You swallowed because you had no choice, and because it made him swear your name. Price didn’t slow. He dragged you back onto him harder, chasing his own high, using your limp, sensitive body like he couldn’t stop himself anymore.
“Mine,” he growled suddenly, teeth on your shoulder. “Fuckin’ mine.”
You came again, clawing at his thighs behind you, shaking violently.
Price cursed, thrust deep, and held you there as he spilled inside you, muttering praise into your hair, his voice softening even as his grip stayed firm.
Ghost slid down to his knees in front of you, breath uneven, gloved thumb wiping the mess from your lips. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Took all of it.”
Price kissed your shoulder. “Still with us?”
You nodded weakly, body melting back into his chest.
cw: minor mention of face sitting + being eaten out, simon being a freak, simon being very engrossed with your tiddies, spitting.
boyfriend!simon riley who's obsessed with your tits after you got them pierced.
It’s not like he wasn't already incredibly devoted to them. That man loved squishing your tits together and nuzzling his face in between them. Or falling asleep on your chest after a rough day and having you card your fingers through his hair until he eventually would fall asleep and snore like an old bastard.
Simon would leave marks all over them, take a picture for keepsake just so he could jerk off to them whenever you were gone or he'd be out for deployment. He even had an own folder for them on his phone. Yeah, he is very dedicated man.
There were times when looking at them through a picture wasn't enough and he'd end up video calling you just to beg to see them for a bit. Because he was that hooked on them.
And now that they were pierced? Oh boy, they are never EVER going to feel neglected. During sex he'll spit a fat glob of saliva onto the metal barbells, watching it dribble down the underside of your tits before licking it up and sucking on em like a starved dog.
''I could play with these puppies for hours, lovie.''
It's like he's become more filthy after you got them done.
He's noticed you like when he pulls on them as well. Especially when you've changed the jewelry to those with the little chains on them, so he can hook a thumb into each one and tug. Whether it's when you're riding him and he's sitting there all smug, pulling on them just to make you whine and plead.
Or when you're sitting on his face and he’ll reach up to play with them as your grinding down on his tongue so desperately, while he's eating you out like a five course meal.
He'll also pinch at them whenever you're causing a hissy fit so you'll gasp and try pushing his hands away and practically giving him the biggest death glare ever.
Which honestly doesn't work because you're simply just too cute to attempt to look serious.
''Si!'' You'll exclaim and pout all sweet while crossing your arms under your chest, making your tits push up so nicely and Simon's eyes are immediately fixated on them, watching the way the nipple piercings show through your shirt.
And even though he'd already spent about twenty minutes worshipping them in bed, he definitely wouldn't mind throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and taking you back, just do it all over again.
''Mhm?'' Simon barely hums in response as he's fully focusing on your tits, and you'll roll your eyes at him with a heavy sigh.
''You’re such a perv.''
a/n: give me a man as obsessed as him pls. this little blurb came to me at 6AM in the morning after having totally messed up my sleep schedule... sigh
likes, comments & reblogs are very much appreciated ♡
cw: minor mention of face sitting + being eaten out, simon being a freak, simon being very engrossed with your tiddies, spitting.
boyfriend!simon riley who's obsessed with your tits after you got them pierced.
It’s not like he wasn't already incredibly devoted to them. That man loved squishing your tits together and nuzzling his face in between them. Or falling asleep on your chest after a rough day and having you card your fingers through his hair until he eventually would fall asleep and snore like an old bastard.
Simon would leave marks all over them, take a picture for keepsake just so he could jerk off to them whenever you were gone or he'd be out for deployment. He even had an own folder for them on his phone. Yeah, he is very dedicated man.
There were times when looking at them through a picture wasn't enough and he'd end up video calling you just to beg to see them for a bit. Because he was that hooked on them.
And now that they were pierced? Oh boy, they are never EVER going to feel neglected. During sex he'll spit a fat glob of saliva onto the metal barbells, watching it dribble down the underside of your tits before licking it up and sucking on em like a starved dog.
''I could play with these puppies for hours, lovie.''
It's like he's become more filthy after you got them done.
He's noticed you like when he pulls on them as well. Especially when you've changed the jewelry to those with the little chains on them, so he can hook a thumb into each one and tug. Whether it's when you're riding him and he's sitting there all smug, pulling on them just to make you whine and plead.
Or when you're sitting on his face and he’ll reach up to play with them as your grinding down on his tongue so desperately, while he's eating you out like a five course meal.
He'll also pinch at them whenever you're causing a hissy fit so you'll gasp and try pushing his hands away and practically giving him the biggest death glare ever.
Which honestly doesn't work because you're simply just too cute to attempt to look serious.
''Si!'' You'll exclaim and pout all sweet while crossing your arms under your chest, making your tits push up so nicely and Simon's eyes are immediately fixated on them, watching the way the nipple piercings show through your shirt.
And even though he'd already spent about twenty minutes worshipping them in bed, he definitely wouldn't mind throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and taking you back, just do it all over again.
''Mhm?'' Simon barely hums in response as he's fully focusing on your tits, and you'll roll your eyes at him with a heavy sigh.
''You’re such a perv.''
a/n: give me a man as obsessed as him pls. this little blurb came to me at 6AM after having totally messed up my sleep schedule... sigh
likes, comments & reblogs are very much appreciated ♡
cw: slight dub!con, dbf! leon, leon being a pervy old man, mentions of stealing underwear and sniffing em... oops, unprotected sex (wrap it up people) leon is 49, reader is early 20s, leon being obsessed with your pussy, leon being a tease.
pervy dbf! leon kennedy who’s so busy sliding the fat and leaking head of his cock in and out of your dripping pussy to hear your sweet little pleas, which consists of ''It's too much...Leon.. too much.'' and ''S-Slow...mhm... down.'' He’s so lost in watching how you suck him right back in like the good girl you are.
He’d pull back out almost all the way, before repeating the motion just to see it over and over again. ''Fuck… would you look at that'' he breathed, his voice low and wrecked as his hands grip onto your thighs, spreading you wider for him.
The mattress faintly creaking beneath you as he rocked his hips at a shallow and tortures tempo. ''Greedy little pussy welcoming me back in each time. Isn’t that right, sweet girl?''
You’re a whimpering mess, hands twisted in your bedsheets as you try to be quiet. Easier said than done when your dad's best friend has his cock buried inside you.
''Leon…mphf… my dad could… ah-'' He didn’t even acknowledge your pleas at first, to mesmerized by the way your pussy lips wrapped around him, glistening with your arousal and watching the way you flutter and clench around him so nicely. Like your body was struggling with wanting to let go of him.
''Mhm? What was that?'' he murmured, dark eyes flicking up to look at your flushed face. A cruel little smirk tugged at his lips as he withdrew all the way, hearing the cutest huff leave your lips at the empty feeling. Naughty girl.
He slapped the head of his cock against your clit a couple of times, before rubbing it through your folds just to watch you squirm and attempt to push at his shoulders. ''You sure you want me to stop, hm? Your adorable head might be saying no, but this tight little body is screaming yes.'' he cooed before grabbing at your wrists and pinning them above your head.
The look on your face had to be the prettiest thing he's ever seen. Your cheeks flushed, eyes wide and glassy, lips swollen from his mouth earlier.
''Your dad doesn't have to know about this, if you just keep quiet.'' He reached down with his other hand to grip your chin, ''You'll be good and keep this a secret, right?'' You bit down on your lip, nodding. Leon smirked and gave your cheek a soft pat before reaching down to grip the base of his cock, guiding it back to your entrance. ''Good, now let me get back to feeling this needy pussy around me.''
He fed the fat tip back inside you, shallow fucking motions that had your pussy spasming as you sucked him in. Leon groaned at the feeling, whilst your head tipped back on a soft breathy moan. ''So fucking tight for me. None of the boys your age will ever be able to stretch you out like this. You're molded perfectly for me and just me.''
Your hips twitched, attempting to take more of him as Leon's control was slipping. He leaned over you, one forearm braced beside your head as he sank in deeper, halfway there now, grunting at how tightly you were gripping him.
His free hand covered your mouth as you moaned a little to loud. ''Shhh, I told you to be quiet, baby. Don't want your dad waking up and finding me balls-deep in his daughter.'' he purred as the wet squelching sounds filled the small room, obsecene and loud enough that it was surprising that your dad hadn't woken up by it.
''You know, I've been jerking off to the thought of this for years.'' he confessed in a rough whisper. ''Stealing your panties whenever I'd come over. Not enough to have you wondering, but just so I could smell them while stroking my cock, imagining how tight and nice you'd feel. And you've exceeded my expectations, baby.'' Leon chuckled before finally thrusting all the way in, bottoming out with a low guttural sound. His heavy balls smacking against the underside of your ass.
The stretch was overwhelming in the best way and Leon stayed bruied deep for a moment, grinding slow and filthy, before fucking you in earnest. His strokes were deep, posessive, so much that your bed was protesting by the way it thumped against the wall. Your moans were muffled against his hand as his other was gripping your hip, harshly.
''Your mine. Always has and always will be.'' he growled against your ear, hips snapping harder against your own. ''Doesn't fucking matter whos daughter you are. This pussy belongs to me.''
i'm so down bad for pervy old man leon!!
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⸺ 'old man' used romantically, mw4 beard price, infidelity, oral sex (f!receiving), piv, price is a genuinely bad father, age gap (price is old!!), overstimulation, daddy kink, past mentions of virginity loss & 'cherry popping', light teasing & humiliation kink, outfit & hair descriptions. 18+ only / all characters are 18+.
“Come on then, give your old man a kiss. Put that down for a second.”
You looked up from the impeccably dressed box of chocolate-coated strawberries in front of you—Price's sorry excuse of a make-up present for disappearing on a military stint unannounced—blinking slowly at him like a feline, your legs kicking behind you with ballet-slipper-pink shimmering on your toes. You weren't supposed to be there and you knew it.
He could practically see the gears turning in your head. His very own calendar kitten, gauging whether the specimen in front of her was a hazard or a toy. Or rather, in this case, if John was a worthy playmate. Though it was too late from the moment you hopped into his Jeep, for what it's worth, you were still cautious, thoughtful—he liked that, even if it only served to delay the inevitable. Big or small, a cat is prideful.
His belt was level with your face when you lifted your head, his hands resting on the buckle as he shifted his weight. Your lips puckered around the heart-shaped treat and a ragged breath hissed past his teeth, strawberry juice popping in your mouth. The tent in his pants was hard to miss, but it's totally not your fault for holding out all that time, spending your time licking juice off your fingertips. Totally, wholly, completely, not your fault.
Before you could reach for a tissue from the nightstand, Price's hand slid to your jaw, swiping his thumb over your sugary lips. The same hand guided you up to kneel in front of him on the foot of the bed, the spill of your cheek in his palm. “Stop,” you giggled despite yourself as his thumb breached your mouth, reaching up to touch his wrist. He bent over your kneeling form, slanted his mouth over yours.
“You taste sweet.” At first, you'd thought the remark rather cheesy—a sign of old age, perhaps—but it was literal. An observation, one which he superseded with another, fuller kiss, sucking on your bottom lip for size. “I could just eat you right up,” Price teased with an affectionate growl, nipping the tip of your nose with his lips and eliciting a giggle right from your chest, your fists going up to bat his chest just before you fell over backwards on the bed.
The sheets billowed around you as you landed while giggling behind your hand, your hair spread out like ivy along the gaudy floral print bedding. You felt yourself being dragged further down the bed weightlessly until your legs dangled off the edge, the springs of the cheap motel mattress squeaking as the pressure shifted, his arms going under your thighs.
Mr Price, nice and warm between your legs. Price. Your boyfriend's surname.
You peered down at him as if seeing him for the first time and wrinkled your nose with renewed embarrassment. “Hi, down there,” you murmured through a nervous laugh. The gauzy overhead lights swathed the room in a murky amber like swimming through honey, his stark blue eyes oddly anchoring through the fuzzy shadows.
“Hey there, pet.” The hem of your babydoll top tented over his head as he skimmed his lips across your navel, his wiry pepper-and-salt beard tickling your sensitive skin. A satisfied hum rumbled in his throat upon feeling the tremor of your skin under him—the way your breathing immediately fell out of rhythm.
The button of your denim shorts popped off with a soft clink and he dragged the shorts down with your panties without delay.
“Comfy?” Price asked, squeezing the ball of your heel in his big hand and rubbing the soles soothingly, then drifting his hand up to your calf as he held your knees open around his head. His warm breath fanned against your slick cunt unhurriedly, a shudder going through you as you wrought your fingers through his hair and dropped your head back.
“Oh, shush.” Between your legs wasn't the best place for conversation, you thought, your cheeks burning, though Price seemed perfectly in his element, mouthing against your inner thighs. It didn't seem right to affirm how good all of this, something so wrong, felt—you liked it far more than you should—but actions speak louder than words anyway.
He lowered his face to the top of your mound, kissing softly, a heavy breath rumbling through his chest as his big hands roamed along your hips and your belly with a certain reverence. You certainly weren't his to love and to hold, but the taste of you, so tangible and pooling on his tongue, felt like holding you in the palm of his hand, the heartbeat between your thighs a persistent flutter.
Before you, Price's relationship with his son may as well have been nonexistent. That was especially true after the fateful night when his son decided to rekindle their relationship to introduce his new girlfriend, and brought home… you. The same broad Price had shagged one year ago. A mindless one night stand between deployments. Price had popped your cherry before Tommy even got to third base.
It wasn't cheating at the time; you weren't dating anybody back then. Not officially, at least. You wanted to gain some experience before standing ten toes in with the guy you were seeing, learn what you were getting yourself into so you could do it right, on your own terms, when the time came.
Price could've, should've kept it that way—clean, in the past. You probably wouldn't have been able to stay with Tommy after knowing what his dad sounded like in bed, but you would've moved on eventually. But Price, when presented with the forbidden fruit right in his backyard, knew right then that he wasn't going to stay away. It wasn't in his nature. Tommy may have been the result of a mistake—another, one night stand—but you were no mistake. No one could convince him otherwise. He chose you and continued choosing you between every, 'We shouldn't be doing this,' and, 'We should stop meeting like this,' leading into bed.
His tongue dipped between your folds, just tasting, lapping up the slick that gathered there with your hips twitching against his mouth, his throat bobbing as he looked up at you and tilted his head.
“Is this cunt off limits, baby?” There it was. You hesitated, feeling quite dumb and exposed with your legs spread around his shoulders while he reminded you that you in fact weren't supposed to be doing this, and wanting to beg him not to stop now. Quite frankly, Price was having fun. Watching you get all wound up and off-balance with an amused crinkle around his eyes, though he presented a sympathetic croon at your plight. Price was unfair.
He bit a fair chunk of your thigh for a reaction. “Come on, baby, tell me. Should I stop touching you here?” You shuddered as the pad of his thumb circled your clit languidly, tugging on his hair on instinct, a traitorous trail of arousal running down the cleft of your ass.
“Stop it--”
“Stop touching-?”
“No!” A whiny, petulant noise unlike anything you've heard from yourself filled your ears, you may as well have been kicking your feet. “Stop bein' gross.”
That earned a truly hearty chuckle from Price—the old, distinguished kind, crow's feet deep. Pearly strands stuck to his fingers as he pulled his hand away from your seam, caressing your thighs as if calming a small, angry animal. “Gross? You're right, baby, we should stop. I mean, look at you—you're soaked. This is just filthy, darling. You don't want these dirty old hands touching you, do you? This is gross.”
“That's not what I-” You were getting all puffed up and red, he knew. Overwhelmed, even. It required too much brainpower to keep up with his games while your cunt was all achy, and his mouth was right there. “Please don't stop, Iʼm so, so wet, I don't wanna think about him right now-”
All in one, long-winded breath.
“Atta girl.” The vibrations of his voice rumbling through your sensitive bundle of nerves made you gasp out, his middle and ring finger plunging inside your cunt before you could ever catch your breath. The achy throb between your legs was tuned into a deep, perfect fullness that left no room for thought as his fingers curled inside you.
You never mentioned 'him' in these moments, refused to acknowledge his existence altogether. But that was too safe, too easy. Price didn't offer you the respite of ignoring reality, to languish in a safe little bubble where you forgot your obligations to your lover for a while. That might have went over with another man, but not one like Price, who thought the forbidden—Or perhaps just seeing you compromise your morals for the pleasure he gave you—was half the fun.
Spit and arousal alike dripped down your cunt while he slurped and lapped at your center, thick, deft fingers squelching inside you. His lips closed around your hood, sucking gently as he let out a muffled groan that pulsed through you. "Christ,” Price hissed against you, drawing your hips closer as you mashed your cunt against his mouth. “There's my girl. Don't fucking come until Iʼm inside you. Wanna feel you come all over me.”
The sound of his zipper unfurling made your eyes fly open, met with the blurry sight of a water-damaged ceiling through tears you didn't realize had sprung in your ears. His moans down below had grown more feverish by the minute, and you realized he was fucking his fist. You propped yourself on your elbows as you guided Price's head down on you and let your gaze fall over him, the fabric of his trousers stretched across his thighs as he kneeled on the carpet with his hard cock in his free hand.
“Price-” You preened his name brokenly, only to earn a muffled grunt from him against your clit, his tongue flattening against your folds with each lap. The muscles in his forearm jumped and tightened, veins standing out as he crooked his fingers and worked that spot in sharp, merciless curls. Too close—your thighs cinched around his ears, your fingers curling in his hair like you meant to drag him off, but you only pulled him closer.
Price slid his fingers from your cunt with a wet spray and a whimper fell from your lips, your hips jerking against the air uselessly.
You scrambled up the sheets as he climbed onto the bed, one knee on the mattress, then another. “You close, sweetheart?” Price cooed while settling between your legs, knees pressed wide to accommodate the breadth of his waist, your thighs tender from being scratched by his beard. His big hands haphazardly reached for the fabric of your top and ripped it over your head.
“I-Iʼm close-” You nodded your head, fisting up the sheets restlessly. His heavy cock rested against your seam, dragging back-and-forth through the mess while your walls clamped around nothing. “Please, need it-”
“Fuck—” Your breath mingled together as he pushed inside your heat with a guttural sound, your sloppy cunt practically drawing Price all the way in. “—That's it,” he grunted, “Gonna come for your daddy, luvie?”
You were already close—so close—every nerve pulled taut from what he'd just done to you, but it felt humiliating to finish as soon as he was inside, like some inverse of a teenage boy. Yet, your messy head of hair nodded wildly in the crook of his shoulder, wobbly legs criss-crossed behind his back.
The air knocked out of you as Price bottomed out fully, breathless cries spilling from your lips as your walls spasmed around his girth. His hips pummeled into you impatiently until your release slicked the way for his desperate strokes, a lewd, heavy slap of skin connecting with his beefy body bearing down on you, mattress springs groaning. A weak, trembling hand pressed against his stomach, trying to push him back, but his hand closed around yours, pinning it to the mattress as he drove into you through the oversensitivity, a guttural groan rumbling from deep in his chest.
“Ssh, I know, darling, I know,” he murmured, voice ragged, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “It's my turn now. You can take it.”
— writing cheap sleazy porn intended to be sold at half-price bookstores as usual. just a quick oneshot to give my brain a break from my longer wips! you guys should be grateful i took a break from bingeing TWD to post something. + sorry if there's any inconsistencies in the tenses, iʼm a little rusty with using past tense ever since i started writing fics.
cw: slight dub!con, dbf! leon, leon being a pervy old man, mentions of stealing underwear and sniffing em... oops, unprotected sex (wrap it up people) leon is 49, reader is early 20s, leon being obsessed with your pussy, leon being a tease.
pervy dbf! leon kennedy who’s so busy sliding the fat and leaking head of his cock in and out of your dripping pussy to hear your sweet little pleas, which consists of ''It's too much...Leon.. too much.'' and ''S-Slow...mhm... down.'' He’s so lost in watching how you suck him right back in like the good girl you are.
He’d pull back out almost all the way, before repeating the motion just to see it over and over again. ''Fuck… would you look at that'' he breathed, his voice low and wrecked as his hands grip onto your thighs, spreading you wider for him.
The mattress faintly creaking beneath you as he rocked his hips at a shallow and tortures tempo. ''Greedy little pussy welcoming me back in each time. Isn’t that right, sweet girl?''
You’re a whimpering mess, hands twisted in your bedsheets as you try to be quiet. Easier said than done when your dad's best friend has his cock buried inside you.
''Leon…mphf… my dad could… ah-'' He didn’t even acknowledge your pleas at first, to mesmerized by the way your pussy lips wrapped around him, glistening with your arousal and watching the way you flutter and clench around him so nicely. Like your body was struggling with wanting to let go of him.
''Mhm? What was that?'' he murmured, dark eyes flicking up to look at your flushed face. A cruel little smirk tugged at his lips as he withdrew all the way, hearing the cutest huff leave your lips at the empty feeling. Naughty girl.
He slapped the head of his cock against your clit a couple of times, before rubbing it through your folds just to watch you squirm and attempt to push at his shoulders. ''You sure you want me to stop, hm? Your adorable head might be saying no, but this tight little body is screaming yes.'' he cooed before grabbing at your wrists and pinning them above your head.
The look on your face had to be the prettiest thing he's ever seen. Your cheeks flushed, eyes wide and glassy, lips swollen from his mouth earlier.
''Your dad doesn't have to know about this, if you just keep quiet.'' He reached down with his other hand to grip your chin, ''You'll be good and keep this a secret, right?'' You bit down on your lip, nodding. Leon smirked and gave your cheek a soft pat before reaching down to grip the base of his cock, guiding it back to your entrance. ''Good, now let me get back to feeling this needy pussy around me.''
He fed the fat tip back inside you, shallow fucking motions that had your pussy spasming as you sucked him in. Leon groaned at the feeling, whilst your head tipped back on a soft breathy moan. ''So fucking tight for me. None of the boys your age will ever be able to stretch you out like this. You're molded perfectly for me and just me.''
Your hips twitched, attempting to take more of him as Leon's control was slipping. He leaned over you, one forearm braced beside your head as he sank in deeper, halfway there now, grunting at how tightly you were gripping him.
His free hand covered your mouth as you moaned a little to loud. ''Shhh, I told you to be quiet, baby. Don't want your dad waking up and finding me balls-deep in his daughter.'' he purred as the wet squelching sounds filled the small room, obsecene and loud enough that it was surprising that your dad hadn't woken up by it.
''You know, I've been jerking off to the thought of this for years.'' he confessed in a rough whisper. ''Stealing your panties whenever I'd come over. Not enough to have you wondering, but just so I could smell them while stroking my cock, imagining how tight and nice you'd feel. And you've exceeded my expectations, baby.'' Leon chuckled before finally thrusting all the way in, bottoming out with a low guttural sound. His heavy balls smacking against the underside of your ass.
The stretch was overwhelming in the best way and Leon stayed bruied deep for a moment, grinding slow and filthy, before fucking you in earnest. His strokes were deep, posessive, so much that your bed was protesting by the way it thumped against the wall. Your moans were muffled against his hand as his other was gripping your hip, harshly.
''Your mine. Always has and always will be.'' he growled against your ear, hips snapping harder against your own. ''Doesn't fucking matter whos daughter you are. This pussy belongs to me.''
i'm so down bad for pervy old man leon!!
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dbf! simon riley who ends up getting quite the naughty photo of you accidentally sent to him.
It was a mere slip, something that shouldn't have happened but it did. Simon was never supposed to receive that kind of picture from you, but nevertheless, it ended up on his phone.
His eyes couldn't seem to look away from it, you in your pretty little lingerie set, posing in front of the mirror. Your back is arched, accentuating your plump and round ass, and how your breasts are filling the cups of your bra out so nicely.
Simon wanted to bury himself six feet down for all the thoughts that were swirling in his head about what he'd wanna do to you. The guilt was gnawing at him, but it was slowly losing the battle to the lust.
What the hell am I doing?''
He grits his teeth, the grip on his phone getting tighter. Before he knows it, his hand is drifting down to his cock, giving it a squeeze through his pants, which are feeling more and more constricted as time goes by. He's rock hard already.
The sight of you.... Fuck, it has his balls tightening and feeling heavy.
Stop it, he tells himself harshly as his hand freezes on his crotch. You can't be doing this. She's your friend's daughter, for fuck sake. Simon takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm himself down. But at this point, there is no use. He's already dug his very own grave the second he decided to keep looking at the picture instead of ignoring it or telling you off for being careless about something so intimate.
Was it really an accident, though? Simon wanted to believe that somewhere deep down, you purposely sent the picture to make him lose it. He knew he wasn't imagining it whenever he'd catch you staring at him a bit longer during dinners with your dad.
The way you bit that pretty lip and glanced away the second he caught you. Just feigning innocence and going back to the conversation with your old man.
And soon enough, his hand continues stroking himself through his pants. But it's not enough as he pulls himself out to get a firmer feel and grip. The thick head of his cock is already leaking with precum, and he smears it down his shaft. Simon groans as he keeps his pace slow, eyes locked onto the photo like a lifeline.
God, you really just are the prettiest thing he's ever seen. Those wide eyes glancing into the mirror. He'd do just about anything to watch them roll back because of him. He thinks about branding you as his, fill you up, and watch it dribble out of every single hole of yours.
The thought alone could make him cum then and there.
He knew your dad would absolutely gut him if he could read his mind right about now. But he’d treat you so sweet, Simon knows he would. He would take you anywhere you wanted, buy you whatever you desired. He’d do just about anything to see you happy.
His hand starts moving faster, stroking his cock at a more desperate urgency. Simon's breath hitches as he feels the climax closing in. If he was in his right mind, he would’ve thought he was pathetic. Pathetic for letting you be the reason why he was losing it.
‘’Shit…’’ His orgasm comes crashing over him, his body shuddering at the feeling as the warmth of his cum coats his hand and dribble down onto his pants. ‘’Fuck… that feels ngh—good.’’ He whimpered as he drew out the orgasm as long as he could, pumping his hand up and down until he’s spent.
Simon sits there for a while, breathing hard as his cock starts going soft in his hand. He looks at his other hand, which is still holding the phone, glancing once more at the photo of you before shutting it off with a heavy sigh and closing his eyes.
He knew what he had done was wrong, but god if it didn't feel so darn good. Simon would still find time to scold you for being careless while keeping the photo in his gallery.
a/n: haven't written anything in two whole years, so I'm a bit rusty. hopefully you guys enjoyed it!!
cw: sub!simon, simon being pathetic as fuck, handjob, blood, masochism, reader being a freak.
thinking about nurse!reader having Simon being a complete mess as you prod at his wound while jerking him off with your other hand.
You had been recruited as a nurse for Task Force 141 only about six months ago. Laswell had recommended you to Price. She had said that you were extremely good at what you do and that it'd be a shame not to have you as a medic for the team.
You took the job offer without a second thought. You'd always enjoyed taking care of others, especially being useful in saving lives. But mostly you enjoyed watching men who faced the worst of the worst being reduced to messes whenever they’d been seriously injured which had a way of turning you on just right.
But there was one person you had your eyes set on. Simon Riley. He’d been one of the only ones who hadn’t cracked.
Until today. When he had come into the medical bay with a bullet wound that had grazed his side; it was still bleeding quite heavily as you worked, blood sluggishly pouring out. You'd figured out that Simon enjoyed pain after having noticed when you were touching around it, he'd let out a whimper. A fucking whimper.
The man who was always stoic and if you attempted to try chatting him up it was like talking to a fucking wall.
His face was pure shame and embarrassment when he caught on to what he had just done. You'd never in your six months of working as a medic for Task Force 141 seen Simon blush, let alone whimper.
The look on his face was exactly what you had been wanting to see.
And that's how you ended up here.
''S’too much…mhm.'' Simon whined, hips bucking against your hand.
He’s such a mess, it’s pathetic. His chest heaving and body squirming at the feeling of your hand wrapped around his cock, stroking up and down, precum glistening and dripping down, as your other hand is occupied with caressing the wound.
''Too much? I thought you enjoyed the pain?'' You mocked, slowing down just to taunt him. Simon whines in response, eyes closing as his head tilts back, ''Don't... ngh.. shit.. please don't slow down...please.''
His begging was making your thighs clench together, but you'd hold back for now. This was about him, even if watching him pant and squirm was making you wetter by the second. You gave a rough squeeze while your finger dug into the wound, blood coating your fingers and making him groan as he buried his hands into the bed, ''Fuck...g-gonna cum... need to cum.''
''Yeah? You need to cum, pretty boy? That fast?'' You cooed, tilting your head to the side, teasing him about how easy he was being.
''Mhm..y-yes..yes.'' He didn't even deny your words, head bobbing as he kept lifting his hips to slide his cock up and down against the palm of your hand. You hummed, pondering on whether to prolong it or let the poor man cum. You were relishing seeing him like this, but he had been good, so I guess he did deserve it.
''Okay, okay. You can cum, but only if you sit still.'' Simon immediately stilled at that, body twitching despite how hard he was trying not to make any movement. You thoroughly enjoyed him bending to your will.
God, it was disgustingly hot how fast he listened to you.
''Good boy.'' You praised, Simon making a mhm sound at the praise as his cheeks heated up. You started stroking faster and pressed harder into his wound. Feeling him throbbing in your hand and his heart pounding through the wound.
''I’m… fuck…shit.. coming.'' He groaned.
He bled more profusely as he came, his cock spurting cum all over, coating your hand and his cock. ''F-Fuck...fuck mphf...so good.'' His body shook as his orgasm washed over him. Your eyes gleamed as you watched him, thoroughly enjoying observing him be completely lost in the pleasure and pain.
''That good huh?'' You mused, your bloodied hand reaching out to grab a rag before wiping the cum off of one and the blood off of the other, as the rug turned a pinkish color.
''Yes, thank you.'' Simon replied as he tried to catch his breath, straightening up. You smiled at the gratefulness in his voice, leaning down to give him a small kiss on his forehead.
''Let's get you cleaned up and stitch up that nasty wound, yeah?'' You chirped, clasping your hands together.
a/n: just a small little thing I wanted to write and had been thinking about for a while hehe
cw: degrading, minor spanking, power dynamic, spitting, john being a bit of a bully, choking, soft!dom john
husband! john price whom told you not to leave the cabin but you never listen, do you?
You knew the second John found out about what you’d done, that he wouldn't let it go by scolding you with a few words. John had always thoroughly enjoyed physical punishment, which meant he would fuck you senseless until you’d listen. John also knew that you very much enjoyed defying his words just so he’d touch you.
And what’s fun if not being a bit of a brat from time to time?
John had explicitly told you ''Don't ever leave this cabin unless I'm right behind ya, got it?'' and yet you had defied his words. And John didn't take disobedience lightly.
That’s exactly what you'd done that day. Having decided to leave your shared cozy little cabin and sneak out to pick some berries.
You knew it was stupid; he’d make you feel it the second he caught onto your little adventure. But you wanted that and enjoyed going against what John said.
You long for the outcome just as much as John love giving it to you.
Giggling at the thought as you trekked further into the forest. It was beautiful here at this time of year, making you feel all warm and content. John had bought the cabin a few years back, wanting some place where the two of you could enjoy the scenery and the company of each other.
You hadn’t even been out for ten minutes before a branch nearby made a sharp crackling sound, and the sign alone let you know that John had discovered your absence from the cabin.
''Did you forget what I told you, love'?'' John’s voice echoed from somewhere in the distance, and your eyes averted to every direction, trying to spot him. But he was nowhere to be seen. Though it grew silent after that, like you had imagined his voice and the sound of him approaching altogether.
So you turned back around, bent down to gather a couple more ripe and juicy berries. Straightening up you feel it, that familiar scent rushing up your nose, pine, gun oil, and the distinct bodily smell that belonged solely to him.
You knew you hadn't imagined hearing him earlier. He was a military veteran after all. Years spent hunting down enemies who didn’t wanna be found, learning how to approach prey without making the slightest sound, unless he wanted you to know he was there. Lurking, waiting for the right moment to come up on you.
You stood frozen for what felt like an eternity until a hand snaked around your stomach, yanking you back against a solid and warm chest. ''I'll always find you.'' John's voice was calm, voice lowering ''You know that right?''
He nuzzled at the side of your neck, his beard scraping deliciously against your skin, his hand tightened around your stomach, trying to press himself even closer to you, if that was even possible. ''Are you... mad?'' The question was dumb, yet it came out of your mouth automatically.
He chuckled as he turned you around to face him, your eyes locking with his blue ones. ''Mad? Oh love... I'm furious. You know what happens to wives who don't listen.''
''They get punished.'' You answered, slotting your bottom lip between your teeth, hands tightening on the basket filled with berries.
He hummed in response, hand lifting to pull your bottom lip free, ''No biting. That's my job, love.''
And later on, he'll have you right there on the forest floor, begging him to slow down his pace because it's just too much. His hips snap against yours as he slides the fat head of his cock in and out, as you're barely able to keep up with it.
Your knees are pushed up against your chest, giving John the perfect angle to hit that sweet spot. He’ll lift your hips up and pull almost all the way out and hold you there for a bit, before slamming right back in. Hands clutching and clawing at his back, as your cunt welcomed him back.
‘’Yeah that’s it. Sucking me right back in.’’
Because John doesn't do soft. This is always how it goes; he does rough and harsh. He wants to remind this pretty body that only he's allowed to be inside it, and use it whenever he damn pleases.
He is your husband after all.
As your husband, the thought of another man even breathing in the same direction as you would have John threaten to put a bullet right between the guy's eyes. Which is why there will never be another man, ever.
Till death do us part and all that.
Which is why he's so determined to go all the way in everything he does, especially when it comes to you, his wife.
''John... please.. it's..mphf.. too much.'' You whine as your nails dig into the soil of the forest floor, head going numb from the overwhelming sensation of him moving inside you. He stretched you out so well every. single. time.
Everything about John was so big. Large hands and forearms to pick you up whenever he wanted. His weight pinning you down on any surface he could find. Manhandling and putting you in any position he’d like. There was absolutely nothing small about this hunk of a man.
''You asked for this the second you decided to step that pretty arse out the cabin door.'' He growled as his hand reached out to grasp your throat, constricting your airway just enough to show you who’s in control, whilst the other was occupied with feeling his cock hitting that sweet spot inside your tummy.
The pad of his finger smears the cherry-flavored gloss you had applied earlier that day, ''Now open that fuckin' mouth for me.''
You did as he said without much thought, opening your mouth for him.
His eyes darkened, and if his pupils weren't already blown out, they certainly were now, ''That's a good wife.'' He praised, then spat into your mouth at the same time as he delivered a harsh thrust, making your breath hitch before you swallowed.
''This pussy is so greedy for me, isn't that right, love?'' His eyes were locked on your face, watching the way your eyebrows scrunched up, the way your tits were bouncing and before you knew it, he was leaning down to drag his teeth over one just enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue.
''These tits, this cunt, that mouth, they belong to me all the same.'' He added as he moved to the other one, ravishing that one just the same. You could almost not hear what he was saying, your brain felt all floaty and numb, only able to reply back with a, ''Mhm...''
John snickered at your response, ''Going all dumb already. Pathetic little thing.'' He taunted as he slid his cock out of you, a trickle of pre cum dribbling down his shaft and onto your glistening cunt. You whimpered at the loss, already reaching out for him again.
He smacked at your hand, making a tsk sound before grabbing your waist to force you onto all fours. ''You don't make the calls here. Especially not after disobeying me.''
''John...'' You whined, eyes glassy and bottom lip pushing out into a pout.
You could barely register how rough the forest floor felt against your knees, brain dumbed down to a puddle, and the only thought swirling around in that little head of yours was his cock.
He delivers a smack to your left ass cheek, making you jolt forward and your eyes closing on a whimper. ''I told you not to leave the cabin without me, didn't I? But you just had to go and act like a brat. You did it just so I'd fuck you.''
He wasn't wrong, not in the slightest. You knew he'd correct you for your actions. John was protective by nature, and the rule of you not leaving the cabin without him was set simply to keep you safe.
John groans as he slips back in from behind, hands gripping your hips so harshly they'd be blue and purple by morning. He drove into you at a steady pace, your soft moans and his grunts mingling together. John grabs a fistful of your hair, twirling it in his hand and pulls your head back.
You met his eyes over your shoulder, ''You gonna start being a good little wife and behave, ay?'' You nodded, lips parting as you push back against him, meeting his rhythm. Your lack of verbal response has him swatting at your ass again.
''Words, love.'' He demands, the hold on your hair bordering on painful.
''Yes... yes.. I promise ah—'' You replied, hips twitching as you felt your orgasm inching closer. John notices and slips one of his hands down your front, finding your clit. The other letting go of your hair to grasp at your hip. Pleasure licks up your spine as John's cock drives into you, faster now, along with his digits rubbing at your swollen bud.
It was almost too good, almost too much.
''You say you promise, but I know you're going to do it again. I'm not an fuckin' muppet. You -thrust-know -thrust-that -thrust- don't you, wife?'' Every word punctuates with his cock kissing your cervix. You cry out as your head bows forward. Soft little sounds slipping out from your lips.
He was being a meanie.
''You gonna cum, hm?'' You bobbed your head in response, feeling too fucked out to give him a proper answer this time. Hoping that was enough for him.
John was nearing his own end, but he was holding himself back. Although you'd been bad, he always made sure you came first.
Soon enough your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, body shaking and twitching. Overwhelmed and starting to turn into jelly as you cry out. John wraps his arm around your waist to make sure you don't fall face-first right onto the ground. ''Easy there, love.''
He mouths at your shoulder blades as he delivers a few more thrusts into you before his own climax comes. John swears ''Fuck.. yeah that’s it, so fucking good....'' as ropes of cum paint the gummy walls of your cunt, his sweat-slicked front molding against your back.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing, the rush of your heartbeat in your ears. You both stay connected as the pleasure was slowly ebbing away, and exhaustion came. John pushes your damp hair to the side, leaning down to kiss your shoulder.
''You alright?'' He questions. Despite his roughness just moments ago, he’d still slip in with soft-spoken words.
''Uh huh...'' You lean back against him, trying to catch your breath.
John let out a gruff laugh, ''You’ll go against what I say next time, won’t you?'' You can't help but laugh, the sound light and breathless, tilting your head back to give him a chaste kiss on his jaw.
''I would never. I’m a good wife who listens to her husband.'' You try to sound serious, but you were never really good at hiding what you mean. John raises a brow, the look on your face betraying you as you hold back from smiling.
Because you both knew that it wouldn’t go long before you’d do something like that again.
‘’Cheeky little thing.’’
a/n: i tried a more present-tense writing style, since it’s such a habit to switch between them in the same fic. hopefully it turned out enjoyable!!
