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chief! price i think is the best thing that has graced me on this app with his presence. breeding kink go crazy w him cos he’d definitely give you like 5-6 or more kids telling you it’s your duty as his wife to do so. his genes be strong too with your kids looking exactly like him. as expected of the chief ofc
i’d carry all of his children
c/w: breeding kink, smut, pregnancy, breastfeeding
he has to set a good example to the men of the clan, is what he tells you. a big family represents fertility, virility. all the traits that a man of his title must possess. this is what he grunts into your ear when he creams your cunt every night
your legs slung over his shoulders, thighs pressed to your chest as he plunges his cock in and out of your tight heat :( squeals and moans leaving your lips as your feet kick against his back from overstimulation
he’d mentioned something about an old wives tale in which making your woman cum makes her more likely to get pregnant after your third orgasm
doesn’t stop until he’s drained his hevay balls inside of you :( his hot cum dripping from your entrance as he collects it on his fingers and pushes it back inside of your clenching cunt
he’ll never admit how much it drives him crazy watching you be a mother to his brood <3 how beautiful you look swollen with his child. belly round and skin glowing as you coo over the baby kicking on your womb
no he’ll never be able to tell you how he enamoured he is with you as he watches you breastfeed your newborn in the dim candlelight, gently bouncing them on your arms as you attempt to soothe them to avoid waking your husband in the night. not even aware that he’s already awake, thinking about how many more children he wants to give you
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photo credit: @ave661
synopsis: sucking your lieutenant off, a gun pressed against the back of your head encouraging you to do your best.
tw/cw: gun play, teasing, blowjob, bondage, fear play. MDNI 18+
It almost feels as if all eyes are on you, like you're performing in front of thousands of people, desperate to perform as well as you possibly can. Although there aren't hundreds, maybe even thousands, of people watching you. Instead, it's your lieutenant, and he has the muzzle of his pistol on the crown of your skull.
You're sitting on your knees against the dirty concrete floor, your wrists tied behind your back, restraining you and holding you down. You're bound to the floor to act as a fleshlight and a sex doll for Simon, the perverted and debauched man that gazes down at you, the intense eye contact almost threatening. You sit between Simon's muscular thighs, gazing up at him with desperation visible in your glossy yes. You crave his validation, his compliments, and his praise, but right now you're left petrified, perhaps even mortified. The gun is fully loaded, which leaves you shaken up, attempting to act as obedient as possible. Your job is to obey his every command and do whatever he pleases, to please your superiors.
Your eyes are wide and full of horror when he hits the barrel of the gun against your head teasingly. You'd be lying if you said the thrill and anticipation didn't leave your panties soaked. Your thighs are glistening, coated in the sticky, pearly shine of your sweet arousal. Simon doesn't react; he doesn't let out a sound, not even a grumble, forcing you to do even better and push yourself further, attempting to make the man come. Through frustration and concern, you quicken your pace, bobbing your head up and down his lengthy, leaning cock with your eyes glistening up at him, the ache between your thighs intensifying yet being ignored and neglected.
Simon cups your jaw gently, almost too softly and tenderly considering his aggressiveness and frustration towards you prior, feeling almost like a façade. His other gloved hand holds the pistol, a low and guttural chuckle emitting from him, getting off to the power, control, and authority he has over his little recruit. He gazes down at you, watching your eyes flicker away, the intimidation leaving you uncomfortable and horrified. You can taste his bitter, salty cum on your tongue, and it lingers. the taste—something you're unfamiliar with. Such a docile, careful thing below Simon, naïve for falling into this trap.
You try your hardest not to let him down, not to gag or heave or whine. You maintain eye contact with him through pitiful and muffled weeps, zealous and eager to follow along with whatever he says. You will agree; it doesn't matter what he says, you'll do whatever it takes to please the pervert.
You're riddled with anxiety and fear, causing your stomach to churn, tears rolling down your cheeks, and your bottom lip quivering despite being wrapped around his veiny, girthy shaft. Simon cocks his head to the side, and you can sense and feel his cruel and corrupted grin from behind the balaclava that only intensifies his terrifying persona, getting off to a sickening form of pleasure that causes his tip to weep orbs of his white arousal, creamy beads rolling down his shaft. He can practically smell your fear, with your pussy drooling and leaving your panties ruined from your sweet, delicious fluids.
Such an obedient, scared little thing beneath him, shaking pathetically whenever he rubs the gun against your cheek teasingly, encouraging you to do better, to act your best for him, and to not fall behind or lack effort.
Just sit pretty and obey, love.
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simon riley's breeding kink. 🍼
simon craves the warmth and comfort of a family, a family he can call his own.
simon is anxious when he finally comes to you, asking about the future and your thoughts on having kids together. he's thrilled when you admit that you want some children of your own sometime soon, and ever since hearing that, he's been pawing at you constantly.
it's all day. from when you wake you, to when you go to sleep again, an endless cycle. simon's strong arms hold your soft body, freshly awoken to the feeling of simon's bulge pressed against your tight rear.
he'll hump you and rock his muscular hips back and forth while he huffs at your sweet essence of arousal, whispering sweet nothings that leave shivers running down your spine, his hot breath against your neck ticklish and causing you to giggle quietly. slow morning sex with simon is sloppy and messy with his creamy load creating a sticky mess between your thighs, with him desperately trying to fuck his hot, potent cum into you, to plug you full.
he'll shower with you whenever possible, sneaking behind the shower curtain silently, his calloused hands against your wet body roaming. his lustful gaze wanders, looking for an inch of skin that he can mark with a love bite or a hickey, his dick hardening at the sight of your gorgeous body.
the veins on his twitching, girthy cock are prominent with his head weeping pearly stickiness from the tip. simon will groan loudly beside your ear, his breathing heavy, and the mirror left foggy from the hot, steamy water. please, love, just bend over and let him slide inside, he needs it.
and you're completely aware of this—his breeding kink and obsession with getting you pregnant. you rile him up and pester him about his fantasy teasingly, grinding against him occasionally while wearing no panties. oh, you're only adding fuel to the fire, sweetheart.
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viking!soap claiming his pretty little bride on the feasting table at your wedding ceremony in front of the whole clan after having you sat on his lap for hours during the feast, plying you with wine and letting you feed him meat with your fingers :)
swipes everything off of the huge table and hoists you up onto the surface, hiking your skirt up around your hips and fishing his cock out from his kilt, rutting inside you as the clan cheers on their leader, the utter humiliation of being taken in front of everyone making you drop around his thick cock
grunts out about filling you up with his seed, staking his claim on your womb in that heavy brogue of his. makes sure that his new bride cums before him :) milking his cock dry as he finishes inside you with a loud roar
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ghost and his flat
thinkin’ about being simon riley’s little girlfriend who waits for him when he’s on deployment. he’s legally dead so there’s no way he’d ever be able to rent anything or get a mortgage
so price did him a solid and let him take a safehouse in london, hiding it away in file after file so no one would ever be able to trace it to simon
it’s an abandoned loft in some back alley in covent garden. very minimal interior decoration but has these huge windows that overlook the city <3
his bed is a mattress on top of a pile of cinderblocks but it’s hella comfy and his sheets are crisp and soft and clean always
piles of weights and a punching bag hanging from the ceiling in the corner. an old leather sofa with a thick blanket tossed on it and 2 simple cushions
getting to lounge around in his flat, wearing nothing but panties and his shirt. gazing out the window as you wait for your man to return :(
literally something like this
or this omg the union jack flag is so him
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Captain MacTavish giving you dick so good you start drooling into the sheets and the fucker has the nerve to laugh (affectionately) at you and mockingly asks if it's not enough but before you can say anything (not that you could get more than a few babbles out), he repositions you until you're bent in half and thrusts deep deep, pulling pathetic little squeals from your throat as you scramble to hold onto anything- the sheets, pillows, him- to keep yourself grounded while you're getting the life fucked outta you, but then he goes harder and you really think you'll be brain dead by the time he's done with you.
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Captain John Price x You x Johnny Soap MacTavish
You’re happy to take one for the Captain’s team. 🫡
Captain Price lets Soap eat you out, smut, oral M2F, fingering, lil bit of praising
Goodness knows where this came from - but I think it needs a part 2
“Jesus Christ MacTavish! Give em a moment.”
You’ve been dating Captain John Price for about two months. A whirlwind romance and the best sex you’ve ever had. He treats you like something so precious to him, you’re his queen.
Price never thought love would knock on his door twice in one lifetime. Then you showed up. He hasn’t told you that yet, but he will.
Currently, he’s sat on the end of the plush bed, watching his Sergeant devouring your pretty pussy. Johnny has dived into you so hot, you’re squirming with overstimulation, eyes almost lost in the back of your skull.
“Sorry Cap. Just tastes so fuckin good!” Johnny groans between long licks against your clit.
You whimper, trying to move away from the tongue sending flames over the surface of your skin.
Price sighs, shifting so his raging cock isn’t as tightly pressed against his jeans.
“Go softly, it’s not a fucking race.”
Johnny nods into your cunt, reining in his relentless assault on you very slightly.
He can’t help it, he’s got such a crush on you. When you went home with Price instead of him that night at the bar, he thought his heart would explode in his chest.
But Captain Price is a good man. He knows Johnny’s been pining after you, sulking around with a wounded ego. Even Simon has noticed it and Gaz has been taking the piss out of him too.
Usually Price wouldn’t want anyone to touch you, but him. But after a particularly long briefing, with Johnny looking so sorry for himself, he relented. Just for one night, his Sergeant needs to get it out of his system.
You’re happy to take one for the Captain’s team.
It’s a wet dream, to have your older boyfriend bossing you and Johnny around, directing you both like marionettes.
“Bonnie, absolutely blindin’ Sir.” Johnny pants, his own cock rigid against the sheets.
You moan and wriggle, as the Scot’s mouth sucks hard against your bud again, one rough hand reaching up to squeeze your breast.
Price gazes down at you, melting under Johnny’s touch. You’re going to cum soon, he can tell, he knows the way your cute manicured toes curl together when you’re about to peak.
“You’re doin so well darling. Such a perfect thing ain’t you.” Price’s deep voice cuts through the haze in your mind. You fucking love it when he praises you and he’s well aware of that.
“Don’t hold back, I got ye.” Soap’s voice reverberates around your wet cunt, as two fingers slide inside you. You cry out as he curls them up, finding that velvety spot in your slick with ease.
“Be good, cum for Johnny now.” Growls Price, watching you with all the ferocity of a lion eyeing a gazelle.
You break, your core clenching around Johnnys calloused digits, leaking uncontrollably over him. The Scot lets out a loud yip, lapping up your release excitedly.
Price’s eyes are heavily lidded, his meaty shaft is in one paw, knuckles tight around the soft pink tip.
“Cap.” Johnny looks up. “Permission to fuck please?”
Price considers him for a moment.
“Make em cum again on your fingers, and I’ll think about it. Go slower this time lad yeah?”
Johnny grunts, head dipping back between your thighs, while you mewl at the fresh waves of pleasure.
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TOM KRUEGER OH NY GODDDDDDF
Write something smutty for us pleaseee
peeping tom! Krueger x clueless gf! reader
cw: stalking, smut, masturbation, consensual somnophilia (if more tags needed lmk)
an; more of a drabble than an actual fic :) // not proofread
— You had very rapidly fallen in love with your new boyfriend, Krueger. He just seemed to know everything about you! Which made the process go all the more faster. He was your ideal type too; confident, fit, sweet, such a gentleman as well. He would pick you up every day after work to either walk or drive you home.
To Krueger, you were his stupidly naïve girlfriend, just a sweet pup in comparison to his past "relationships". You were so easy to trust, so gullible, just a few kisses and you stopped questioning why he had pocketed your favorite panties. Not a bit of attitude or distrust in those adoring little eyes of yours.
Krueger didn't know about the word love, however, you were something he was fond of, for now. There were times where he tried to bore himself of you; such as the time he covered your pretty body in bruising hickies and spank marks. Yet, the moment the sex was over, you stared up at him like he an angel on earth, a full gaze of love and obedience that immediately made him cock ache again, balls so heavy with semen that he wanted to bury inside of you.
How could Krueger not coo and kiss your aching flesh? His words of aftercare were muffled apologies and mumbles of how pretty you looked, giving your clit another round of rubbing with the head of his cock. Absolutely enjoying covering his cock in the cream of your cunt until you were crying for him to fuck you all over again.
You were just so easily wet, begging him to play with your slick even while you slept because it "helped you sleep". Such a dirty little lady you were, and Krueger loved it. Coming to your house late at night with you only wearing an oversized shirt. It made him so fucking hard, he'd groan at the sight. Palming his cock through his pants for some ease.
Your pussy was already puffy and glistened from touching yourself, and Krueger only knew this because he was just outside of your window. How could he not admire his pretty goddess, sprawled out in her cozy bed and whining over her own two measely fingers. He'd stroke himself, promising his growing cock that he would gift it the warmth of your mouth to cum in. Your cute face always so scrunched up at the taste of his icky semen.
Krueger would promise you he'd eat better, thaf he'd stop smoking those yucky cigs so you could keep a tummy full of cum, but there was just a vulgar and satisfying feeling of seeing you struggle with the taste. By the time you had stopped yourself from cumming and fell asleep, Krueger was hiding in a bush, huffing and whining like a dog while he rubbed himself raw. His own milky white liquid dripping off his fingers while he stared at your angelically resting expression.
When he came to bed with you, you never spent the morning questioning when he got there. Too blind in love to think he'd ever do his (stupid) sweet girlfriend any real sin.
No point in telling him you had security cameras. <3
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consider, Ghost with a reader who just squirms like hell, cannot stop moving when she’s happy. He’s hugging her? She’s squirming and giggling. He’s kissing her? She’s squirming. He’s eating her out? He has to hold her down to make sure he doesn’t get kicked by accident.
(afab!reader, mdni 18+)
simon whose got your hips pushed down by using those broad shoulders of his and a strong grip on the backs of your thighs to keep you spread out. don't interrupt a man with his meal.
he's slurping at you like crazy. it's downright filthy the way he chases your hips that buck away from him. his head easily following you to get a taste of that pussy he loves so much. he loves the taste of it! just let him have it. he'll get his way anyways. he always does.
you're trying to run due to the way he keeps licking and sucking at your puffy folds. nips at that pretty little clit of yours so you're twitching against him. whining so hard because that's all you can do, can't form any coherent words to properly beg him to ease up on your poor pussy. he just loves the taste of you. wants your slick dripping down him until he can still smell you on him the next day or two. would love it if you stained his mask like that. might try it the next time, because he promises there will be another time he laps at your pussy like his last meal.
he makes you squeal and kick out on purpose just to prove his massive strength over you. smirks so wide when you thrash and your hips buck up one, two, three more times until you arch your back and dig your heels into his back. a sure sign that you're cumming once more and he drinks it all in. filthy, sloppy slurping sounds as he laves at your poor slit. lets you slowly sink your body back down to the sheets where he continues to lick at the outside of your pussy and spreading your juices onto your thighs.
that look in his eye tells you it's not over yet. it usually never is until he's had his fill.
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Captain Mactavish writing “How many times can a man save your life until it's no longer your own” in his journal after getting saved again is KILLING ME why is he so depressing I love him so much oh my god give my man a BREAK he’s so underrated
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New Ownership
Pairing: Dark!Krueger + König x doll!reader
Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, possessive behaviour, magic?, death, heartbreak, tell me if I missed any.
Wc: 1.2k
You used to watch people awe at you, expressing their shock, incredulous and pleasing, under the protection of your owner —your creator. You were an object of emotion; of melancholy. You were a life size doll made of porcelain and wax, of hohair and glass eyes, painted in the richest pigments and dressed in the finest fabrics, you were the epitome of treasure in your time. A doll made with utmost care and tenderness to heal a wounded heart.
Your creator was a doll maker, building every doll with a special kind of affection, be it for his collection or for a client, he always loved his dolls. He made as much as he gave, the single joy of his life was the present his late-wife gave him, a daughter to call his own, someone soft and living unlike the cold bisque of his creations. You were a present for her coming-of-age, a mimicry of her person, made with love for the adoration he had for his daughter, and sadness for seeing her grow up and leave, to start a new life without him. Every stroke was perfection and every detail was imperfection, you were perfectly imperfect, a mirror to a human.
You were made as an object to remember him by once she left to live with her fiance, painted in the last moments before he saw her off. He dressed you up in a pretty dress, a voluptuous crimson for the passion and a deep black for the end of he past and the start of a new beginning. He made you into what he saw his sweet, precious daughter as, a dream that he was ecstatic to gift, but she was in an accident the week before her celebration. She died of it, passing in writhing pain and tearful agony. It broke the man who lived to care. Your tender creator who lived to love and give.
He drowned in the throes of sorrow and agony, paraliysed by his own fears and torn apart by his nightmares, and left the house you once loved to rot and waste away just as he was. Sobbing nights and depressing mornings, you were unable to do anything but watch as he spent his days rotting, his skin sinking, his hair outgrow and his complexity pale unhealthily, yet he still cared for you. Your creator —your father cleaned you, dressed you and incased you in a thin layer of wax and gel to protect you from the changing times.
You gave him solace, something to live for after he closed his quaint shop and became a hermit, crazed and lonely, having nothing but you to talk to and spend his shortening time with. You wished you could tell him how much you cared, how much you shared his sorrows or how saddened you were to see him like this. And like his daughter, your father passed away, heartbroken and lonely, leaving you to watch over his cooling body dissolving in his bed. All the wasted years, spent seated in your chair, unmoving and unliving, never being able to reach out to him to show him how much you loved him. Life, however, ran its course, uncaring of any kind of self-sought fury or self-given agony, you were just a doll given conscience and memory.
You were picked up by a relative, estranged and distant from yours. He was German, or Austrian from the rough tone he used, a deep growl as he appraised you, rough fingers caressing your face like he was admiring you. He was, this wasn’t admiration in his eyes, you knew it, that sick and twisted gleam in his brown eyes, it was obsession. It was a perverted kind of adoration, it made you fear what he would do to you.
And these fears, these demons that clung to your peripheral, weren’t unfounded, weren’t an illusion your conscience made up to fill the void in your empty core. You were carefully stuffed in a box, stored safely during the long move from your small town in Germany to a place in Austria, locked away in a loud and dark place and only brought out to be placed in another cage of gold.
He laid you in a pentagram of sorts, a crooked thing painted in a dark red and terrifying runes that promised nothing but evil. He enacted this… ritual that would affect you in some way, his low chants and hisses while he stared you down with hungry eyes once he stripped you of all clothes, lathering your porcelain with markings. He scared you more, knowing that he had this planned out, and that he wasn’t alone.
There was a shadow of a giant behind him, a man heads taller than most with cold eyes peeking through a fabric to gaze at you. He had broad shoulders and thick arms, seemingly swallowing the corner he stood from. He took up a lot of your attention, ripped between the chanting man and him from your chair, placed perfectly at the center of this ritualistic circle. You were a show to the giant and a project to your new owner, a spectacle to watch unravel and writhe in pain.
It hurt. Why did this hurt? Your skin tingled, an annoyance that grew to a boiling agony, this sacrilegious magic reworking your imperfect body to fit one of his whims. You shook in your chair, the red sinking into your skin, lining the inside of your precious porcelain with runes as your fingers and toes flexed, limbs jerking from the information overload on your new nerves, synapses snapping into place and building a circuit of sensitive system. You could blink and you could cry, tears springing from your fluttering lashes, lips trembling before you screamed, a shrill cry that wailed out of your lungs.
Your chest burned, it felt heavy with an erratic pulse, beat after beat slamming into your calcified ribs, warm fat and strained muscles. You felt like you were drowning, your throat clogged with something sick and dying after you shriek, acidic to your tongue. It stole the air from your lungs and you had to fill it back, the nagging urge to do so. Your chest expanded with your first breath, it hurt - it burned, but you didn’t drown - but it seamed the first seed of life within you.
You slumped forward, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the last words he uttered passed through your mind, a searing memory forever imprinted in your conscience. You fell into warm arms, a soothing warmth unlike the boiling pit of magma that raged over you, embracing you with a quiet coo from the man who brought you to life. He hoisted you up, wrapping an arm under your knees and another firmly pressing your naked chest to his. Yours limbs were strangers to you, new and uncanny that you couldn’t move or control just yet. You limply laying your head in the crook of his neck, burying your nose in a green veil smelling strongly of musk and metal, your legs too weak and arms too tense like a newly born fawn.
“Besorg mir etwas, um sie zu bedecken, König”
“Ja, bin gleich wiener da..”
“Welcome to the living, Rehkitz.”
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Hi lovie! I just thought about Soap getting himself a little puppygirl! He probably gets him a little pittie pup, she has the cutest little floppy ears and not a thought between them that doesn't pertain to her daddy! She's a playful little thing always on go!
Soap spoils the little thing to death! She's not a brat like the others(mostly) but she like to leave soaps side :( Price warned him when he got her not to get her too attached but who could say no to a sweetheart like her?
Now the poor little pup can't be without him for too long :(
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aww puppy anon ! this idea is so cute <3 sorry it took so long for me to get to. not too confident in writing Soap yet, but the requests really help me get more ideas for not only him but other hybrid stories :3 // not proof read
— "Johnny." Your soft whiny voice was accompanied by the pounding sound of your tail wagging against the bed. Big wet eyes filled with love and the sleepiest of looks met Johnny’s half-asleep glance.
Johnny laid on his back, feeling your warm head in his bare chest, a hand reaching up to stroke your ears, "What is it, sweet girl?"
A pathetic little whine erupted from you, making him chuckle. He knew what it was about; you didn't want him to leave tomorrow. Your slowly swishing tail beating against his leg without rhythm. And all he could do was soothe you with his warm rubs.
Each time he had to leave it always your painful little frown as you followed him up to the door. Always double checking with soft a "Do you have to..?"
His heart breaking reassurance that yes, he did have to. Leaving you to sulk home alone. He knew he shouldn't have raised you this way, to cry without his presence. Even Price told him, after the incident with Price's hybrid it was clear that Johnny was the type of guy to give in to a cute, fluffy eared girl's desires.
But Johnny couldn't help himself! You were sooo sweet and loving, and everytime he came home it was soft crying and whining about how much you missed and loved him.
Originally Price and Johnny thought a pitbull hybrid would be tough and not so bratty, which was half true. Evident from when they first went looking for a hybrid, you just came right up to him with sweet little head tilts.
You weren't bratty, but you were definitely spoiled with attention, especially from Johnny. Wouldn't hurt a fly either, always whining and crying to Johnny about how scary the dark was, or how the bird outside was being mean to you. If Johnny let you, you'd be tucked between his legs safely.
Johnny pressed little wet kisses placed on your creased forehead, slowly hushing your soft whimpers. Your tail was a dead give away to all your thoughts, wagging rapidly at his sweet kisses; enough to make him chuckle out his next words.
"It's a'richt, bonnie lass, daddy's here." His soft rasp earned a sweet whimper from you, flopping over on your back and giving him entrance to rub your belly, which of course he did without hesitation.
Though others might tease him for having a clinging little Pitbull hybrid like you, Johnny knew you were utterly meant for him. He gently rubbed along your flesh, watching as you sleepily melted to his embrace, "Daww...look at ya. Sweet thing..."
Johnny pulled you up to kiss your floppy ears. Days like those were the worst, but each time he came home he promised himself he'd bring you a pretty stuffed toy or treat. Hand feeding you on the couch while you told him about what you did while he was gone <3
tagging: @yandere-kokeshi (tysm for always helping me write <3)
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✎. simon will do this, if it makes johnny feel better.
tags. fem!reader, established relationship (simon/reader), threesome, double penetration in one hole, slight size kink, dirty talk [18+ only]
featuring. simon, soap
Simon doesn’t share, but he makes an exception this time after his best friend’s date is a no-show, and he isn’t heartless enough to let Johnny hang out at the pub alone. Anybody will tell you: he can be a real nice guy when he wants to be.
And you don’t mind the extra company or another mouth to feed, that the flowers in the vase you put on the counter were meant for someone else, how Johnny gets flirty after his fourth beer, or—
“Fuck, love,” Simon grunts into your shoulder when he finally eases his cock into you beside Johnny’s. “I guess you can take it like a champ, after all.”
But you hardly hear him over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears and the creaky mattress below your knees.
Johnny thumbs away your tears while you tremble above him, cupping your face to pull you into a kiss so you have something to focus on other than the feeling of being split down the middle—it takes an extra amount of effort not to clench down when you already feel like you’re about to break in two.
“Look at you,” Johnny mumbles against your lips. “Never thought you’d really let me do this.”
Then he pulls out, slick heat gripping him the whole way, and pushes deeper inside, punching a shaky breath out of you.
He and Simon are in perfect sync, keeping you full while the other drags his cock out, only to fill you up again. It’s almost embarrassing how wet you are—at how much you like it—a hazy cloud settling over you as they use you for their pleasure.
Because Johnny’s sad, and you have a thing for making people happy.
Simon sucks little possessive marks into your shoulder and across your spine, murmuring filthy praise against your skin that consists of “sweetest and tightest pussy, my perfect little fucktoy” and “so fucking pretty.”
“That’s it.” Johnny’s voice is low and strained, barely heard above the loud squelching between your legs, but he sighs it into your mouth as he slowly comes apart. “Fuck—ah—you feel so good.”
A hand dips between you to press against your belly, where you can feel them, hot and heavy against your walls, making you squeal as a little ball of warmth travels down to your toes and all the way to the tips of your fingers. Simon fists your hair, tugging you away from Johnny so you’re looking up at him upside down.
“So greedy that you needed two cocks to fill this soft little cunt, huh?”
You whine, unable to form an actual response outside of a few jumbled syllables, but a slap against your ass makes you whisper a shuddered yes.
He tells you to open your mouth before he spits onto your awaiting tongue, some of it hitting your cheek. When you swallow obediently, he smears what doesn’t make it across your lips with the thick pad of his thumb.
“Don’t forget who you belong to,” he sneers, at odds with the soft way he kisses your cheek and reverently chokes on your name. Neither of you hear Johnny groaning under you as you clench down hard at the possessiveness in his voice—because at the feel of his wedding band pressing against your throat like a brand, how can you forget?
Simon doesn’t share, but this, he’ll do. Just this once because you’re already his, and he wants Johnny to know what it’s like to have a woman like you.
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can i just say like…THIS IS SO PRICE
https://x.com/sluttywh0r3/status/1753201110095978738?s=46
AGHHH IM BITING MY FIST
(afab!reader, mdni 18+, the p-actor's name is manuel ferrara ;D)
the way price does this in the morning because he wakes up thinking of pussy :/
i know that you're waking up with his face buried between your legs, tongue lapping up anything dripping between your folds. if there's nothing, don't worry! you'll be soaked soon enough
price'll drag his tongue up and down your folds so he can tongue at your slit and collect whatever starts leaking out of you, let him smear your juices all around and in between your thighs. trails the tip of it down to your clit and swirls around there while you're stirring even more from when he first started to crawl down the bed when you two woke up. definitely serves as a wonderful reminder from your night before
he'd been whispering praise and promise of extending that pleasure into the morning. when you wiggle your hips from the sensual licking he gives you, he's making sure to chase you and keep those lips connected to yours. chuckles when he hears you moaning out quietly and pressing your pussy deeper into his mouth. starts kneading the cheeks of your ass so he can hold you in place. you squirming was cute and all, but he needs to stick his tongue in you. has to get in there to really taste you.
massages your ass while closing his eyes in content. spanks you a couple times just because he feels like it. loves to have your ass fit into his palm. god, because nothing like being able to bury his face in your pussy first thing in the morning. and that sleepy smile on your face? can't beat it. not when you arch your back so you can get his tongue back on your clit. you can feel his breath when he takes a breather and then wraps his lips around your clit to suck. it's a lazy sort of kissing all over your pussy that has you rolling your hips in hope for more. maybe he'll get the hint. but he's just so content on this slow drag of his tongue from top to bottom that you have to take matters into your own hands.
"awake are you?" price grins when you roll over so that way you're on your back now. he glides his hands up and down your sides and will rest it on your stomach before diving back in. "feels good, don't it?"
"feels good, but i need more," s'all you say. he smiles and he licks a fat stripe up your cunt. it makes you moan when the tip of his tongue catches under the hood over your clit.
"greedy," he mumbles against you. you huff out a laugh and gently rake your fingers through his hair. he'll just nuzzle back into your cunt and keep eating you out until you're closing your eyes once more. you think he'll joke that he's sent you right back to bed, but he keeps his mouth busy! a fine gentleman, always ensuring he'll eat you out and make you cum so good.
eventually he'll bring his hands up to cup at your tits since your ass is no longer free for him to knead. does the same motions on your tits and makes sure to massage your nipples in the crook of his thumb. it's hard to focus on his hands and his mouth, you're only able to properly register and appreciate one at a time. at least until he groans out and the vibrations against your clit send you arching off the bed once more.
price keenly watches your reactions and swirls his tongue around in large circles to spread around your slick, forces his nose into your clit. there's an obvious give between your folds with how hard he's pressing his mouth against you. he's now aggressively eating you out by now. god, it feels so good. the burn between your thighs from his beard grounds you slightly. he's trying to push you over the edge.
and when you finally cum? can't stop your legs from shaking and he's practically laughing in victory at the way your pussy squeezes around his tongue. he messily slurps it all up and drags out your orgasm until your legs go lax over his shoulders. he'll stroke them soothingly and give gentle kisses between your thighs. lays you back against the bed and wipes the sheen on his lip with a smug smile.
"you want breakfast?" you'll ask him once you've found your voice again. price just licks his lips, shrugs.
"just had mine."
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OMGGG SORRRRYYYYYYY I DIDNT KNOOOOW ITS TOTALLLYY FIIIIINE RAHH
Bahhaha its okay! I'll write you something a little similar ;)). I don't really write smut so I'm sorry if you don't like it <3
WARNING NSFW MDNI!!
Pregnant wife x König!
— Your husband, a hardened soldier with zero social skills and the intimidation levels of a grizzly bear. He was your everything, and you were his. It was honestly remarkable how he woo'd you, doing it like a penguin with rock offering of pretty gems he found while on duty. When he was home the two of you would stay up late in bed playing imaginary games of silly scenarios to keep eachother entertained.
You're utterly convinced he's your soulmate; doing everything in his power to preserve your peace and innocence. It was no wonder you both decided to try for a baby. König was excited he would have someone with as much energy as him, and you were happy to have a little creation between the two of you. It also lead to him showing you off a LOT. He'd leave important work documents at home just so you had an excuse to come by. When you did he would take the chance to rub and kiss you baby bump in front of the "stupid fucking recruits" (his words not yours), they were so jealous they didn't get a sexy little wife like you.
You, you were the product of his love, plump with a baby and the food he works for. More particularly, your breasts and hips seemed to grow in a very pleasurable degree. König would always pluck you and drag you to his office, having no proper sense of PDA and whining softly as he cuddled into you, "Mm, schatz, you're so beautiful, so soft.."
You would giggle as he sat you on his desk full of paper work, doing your best not to crush or crumple anything, "König, you're being naughty at work!"
"I locked the door," König would only whine like a rutting dog as his face buried in between your sore breasts. He paused as he noticed you flinch. "Whats wrong, schatzi?"
Your face flushed slightly as you noticed your shirt was wet, you muttered shyly, "Hormones...n'stuff."
König grew the most devilish smirk you'd ever seen, "You are..?"
He didn't finish his sentence as you nodded with embarrassment.
"Let me taste it."
"König! No!" You squeaked and hugged your breasts. He gently grasped both of your wrists and pulled your arms aside. His baby blue eyes giving you the biggest puppy eyes. You coughed nervously and struggled a bit, "I- its gross!"
He took offense.
"It's not gross! They're the fruits of my labor! And my sweet schatz, you must give me a taste." He'd coo gently to you, kissing your exposed neck with a nibble.
You squeaked and blurted out in agreement, "Okay okay okay!"
He released a throaty chuckle his hand pulling your shirt up to expose your spilling breasts. Your bra was too tight, swollen with sweet milk. He licked his lips and unclipped your bra lazily, slipping it off you with gentle kisses to now exposed skin.
König noticed the liquid dribble down slightly, his tongue extended out as he slowly kicked up to the licking nipple, suckling very softly, his cock immediately growing hard at the sweet taste. You whimpered, not used to the strange feeling, your hair gently tugging his hair as he gripped your inner thigh to hold you in place.
"K- König .." You mewled in a nervous state, he only continued to suckle, his mouth filling with your sweetness as your nipple grew raw and sensitive. His tongue fiicking gently to toy with you. Your eyes watered as you were being painfully teased.
König emitted feral and animalistic growls, nipping gently and biting your soft skin. He then switched to the other breast and repeated the process, his thumb toying with the hard nipple of your now milked boob. By now a wet spot has formed in his boxers from the friction of your foot rubbing his clothes buldge and the sweetness of your milk.
Your feet trembled a bit and kicked the air from on top the table as you let out a long, suffered whine. Your head tilting back as you tightened the grip on his hair with a gentle tug
"Scheiße.." König groaned lowly, milk spilling down his jaw as he did so. He glanced up and saw you whimpering lips and squeezed shut eyes that slow opened at the sensation of cold air to your raw nipples. You met his lusty gaze, eyes glazed with a pleasent expression.
König smirked smugly as milk dripped down from the corner of lips. Your face flushed as he wiped the liquid off his chin and licked it off his finger. Afterwards he licked the salty tears from your soft cheeks, "Mm, good job, liebe, you will be a good mommy with milk like this."
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