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As you look around the woods for your sheep you stumble on a group of large men. As you get a better look you see that the man with a skull mask was cutting up the sheep that you had been looking for.
You had winced about it since it was one of the newest sheeps you had received from your older brother. You decided to confront them but first you grabbed a long pointy branch that was the size of a sword.Â
You take a deep breath and walk out from the bush. âW-why did you k-kil my sheep? H-he had a m-mark on his thigh that means he was branded.â You say shakily as you hold the stick in front of yourself and stand in a defensive position.
The men are all silent for a good 2 minutes before Soap responds with a shrug. âWell, sorry little lassie, We didnât realize that this sheep belonged to someone.âÂ
âW-well⌠I guess it is a little late to get mad at- Ah hey!â You squeak as Ghost stands up and grabs the tip of the stick and jerks it forward but before it falls out of your hands you stab Ghost with it and he lets out a soft groan as it pierces his skin.
âOh, crap, I am so sorry. You just scared me.â You say in a panicked tone as you drop the stick and run to go see if his forearm is okay.
âI can give you props for breaking skin with a stick. This isnât just a small cute either, You got like half of and inch in my arm.â Ghost says in amusement as he pulls the stick out of his arm and lets it drop to the ground before he grabs some piece of cloth from one of his vest pockets and holds it to his bleeding forearm.Â
âY-you are bleeding so much. How about someone grabs the sheep and I will take you to my cottage so I can fix you guys some supper and stitch up the mess I made.â You say sympathetically and the men all look at each other before an older man with a hat nods with a grunt. Â
Around 10 minutes go by and you have arrived at your cottage. The cottage is not too big but not too small. Its the perfect size for only one person.Â
In the back yard area is a very large amount of land that just has a fenced in area with a barn to the side. The barn is painted a light pink or I guess a very faded red and white.It is a big enough barn though that it also has a top floor that would keep all of the hay. You also have a few milk cows and around 19 sheep. You did originally have 20 but there was an incident.Â
You let the men into the cottage and make your way to the kitchen where Soap puts the mostly cleaned sheep into the sink before returning to the men that are scattered in the living room and the small dining table that is a circle table with 3 stools surrounding it.
You decide on making a sheep and vegetable stew and go back to the men as it boils.Â
âSo why are you guys so deep into the woods?â You ask softly as you walk out of the kitchen with a fruit that looks like a dragon fruit but is mainly blue with soft pinks,
âWe were going hunting but didnât get very far.â Price shrugs as he pulls out a cigar.
âPlease dont smoke inside.â You say softly as you bite into the fruit and what looks like blood pours out of the fruit and onto your lips and everyone stares in confusion.
âWhat is that? I have never seen something like that before.â Soap asks as he stands up to look at the fruit.
âIt is a blood fruit from my dimension. It is called a blood berry. It is what vegan vampires drink from instead of humans or animals.â You shrug.
âWhat- YOU ARE A VAMPIRE!?!â Gaz yells in horror and awe.
âOh⌠YeahâŚâ You say sheepishly.
âWow, calm down. We should be safe if they arenât going to eat us.â Price says in a gravelly voice as he gets up to leave outside for a cigar break.
âThanks for not smoking inside.â You mumble a soft thanks to him.
âAnytime doll. After all, it is your home and you did take us in and are going to feed us.â He says with a soft smile before walking outside and closing the door softly behind himself.Â
âI think the stew is done.â You say softly as you close your eyes and inhale the scent of the stew.
âIll go dish it out for everyone.â You say as you stand up and walk to the kitchen.
A few minutes later and you bring out everyone's food before grabbing the last bowl from the kitchen and going outside to personally hand it to Price.
âHere you go. Supper is ready.â You say in a soft and sweet voice as you hand him the stew and gives a soft nod and smile.
âThanks.â He mumbles as he takes another drag of his cigar.
After dinner is done you clean the dishes and go outside to do your chores.You milk the cows and put the mild into plastic zip lock bags before using a machine to vacuum seal it then put it in the freezer in the barn all after you sift and filter the milk. After that you make sure the sheep, cows, and 2 pigs have some hay and freshwater and go back inside.Â
âYou guys can stay in my barn on the top floor. The only thing up there is some hay but other than that it is fully clean and ready to be slept on. If you want you can also use the hay for beds. I donât mind.â You say softly as you see Soap tiredly rub his eyes.
They quickly take up the offer and grab all of their backpacks and head to the top floor of the barn after you hand them a gas torch to see as it was now around 10 pm and mostly dark. They left with a tired thank you and soon after you change into your pajamas and go to bed too.
Next morning you wake up before the men and decide to make them some peach oatmeal and some chocolate milk.Â
Soap is the first to wake up and as he sees you dishing up the food he leaves the door happily to go wake up the others.Â
Around 20 minutes later and everyone is coming inside still half asleep but as they smell the food they almost all Immediately wake more up. You swore you could see a wet spot on Ghostâs mask from him drooling.
âThank you luv.â Price chirps as he takes a bite and basically melts into the chair.
âThis is one of the bestests breakfasts I have ever had.â Soap says in awe as he sips on his chocolate milk.
âWell thank you.â You say proudly from the kitchen as you wash up the dishes and counters.Â
Soon after they are packed up and take a piss they pack up and before leaving to go back to their hunting trip they hand you a bouquet of flowers that Soap had picked from a nearby rose bush off of your property from when he took a piss.
âThank you.â You say softly as you plant a kiss on the back of everyone's hand.Â
âNo problem. Thanks for the amazing meals and nice place to sleep for the night. We will hopefully come and visit again. Bye!â Ghost says in a soft but gravelly monotone voice.
Next thing you know you are sitting in front of your computer and writing a book about what has happened with a soft but happy smile on your face.
THE END? MAYBE????
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simon is too big for you.
his hands gripped your hips firmly, his breath heavy and labored as he triedâreally triedâto ease himself into you. but no matter how patient he was, how slowly he pushed, your body resisted, tightening around the sheer size of him.
simon was desperateâaching to thrust, to rut into you without restraint. every muscle in his body screamed for release, the urge to roll you beneath him and pound his seed into you overwhelming.
he wanted to bury himself so deep that your body had no choice but to take him, to force his release to take root in your belly.
âfuckâŚâ he muttered under his breath, resting his forehead against yours as he tried to catch his composure. âyouâre so tight, lovie. i donât think iâm gonna fit.â
every inch he fed you burned with pressure, leaving you gasping, your fingers digging into his arms as you trembled beneath him. your body clenched instinctively, fighting to accommodate him, but it was too muchâtoo thick, too deep. you whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. âsi, itâs⌠youâre too big!â
âshhh, youâll take it,â he whispered, voice hoarse with restraint. âyouâll take all of me, i promise.â
he exhaled sharply, every muscle in his body tense from holding back. ârelax, sweetheart,â he coaxed, brushing a soft kiss along your jaw, his hands slipping lower to hold you steady. âi know itâs a lot⌠but you can take it, yeah?â
you nodded shakily, lips parting with a soft moan. âtry again⌠please,â you whispered, gripping his shoulders tighter. âi want you. all of you.â
with a low growl, he began to push forward, inch by agonizing inch, feeling your walls flutter and stretch around him. âgood girl,â he murmured through clenched teeth, savoring the way your cunt fought to take him. âthatâs it. youâre doing so good for me.â
it was slowâpainfully slowâbut with every careful thrust, you felt yourself adjust just a little more, inch by inch, as he stretched you wider than youâd ever thought possible. and the moment he was finally buried inside you, completely, ghost let out a low, guttural groan.
âsee?â he whispered against your ear, a grin tugging at his lips. âi told youâyouâd take me, love. every inch.â
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John who fucks you raw for the first time.
You've been dating for a year now, and you always tried to be safe. But now, he came home earlier from a mission, and you didn't have the time to buy the condoms.
But how you can say no to him, when he begs you to let him fuck you. He says how much he missed you and your pussy. So, you agree that you will give him a pussy job and he can push the tip inside.
John thinks that he never felt anything better than your pussy raw on his dick. Everything feels so intense, and he can't control himself. With few hard thrusts he is completely inside you and he can't hear your whimpers when you remind him that he is only allowed just the tip.
Now he has you under him and he promises that he will pull out, but he slowly starts to realize that it won't be possible. He thinks about you full with his child, with your breast getting bigger and his load spilling out of your pussy. How lovely would you look with his fat baby on your hip while being pregnant with another one.
He never thought he had a breeding kink but once he tried your pussy without a condom everything changes.
He pins you down to the mattress pushing his dick deep inside your pussy and when he feels you reaching your orgasm and squeezing his cock he spills his seed inside of you. With few more thrust he fucks the cum deeper inside of you.
And when you moan his name so overwhelmed and sensitive, he knows that he needs to make sure that it sticks. It doesn't take long and he is spilling another load into you.
And than another one in the shower while he has you pressed against the glass. And another one on the couch when he makes you ride him, while he smokes his favorite kind of cigars.
When the next day you come home with a pack of condoms, he quickly hides them away from you when you're not looking. He needs to make sure that soon enough you will be fat with his baby.
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!reader who decides that they want to try being on top for once and anchors their small hands on ghost's chest, bouncing sloppily on his cock and whimpering at his praise. âthatâs it. good girl, just like that.â !reader who pants in small, short puffs, cheeks flushing red and legs cramping. !reader whose movements start to get slower just when they're on the brink of cumming. â i c-can't, mâtired, si.â bf!simon who rumbles deep in his chest at your whiney complaint, "ah, fuckin' hell." bf!simon who grabs the fat of your hips and fucks up into you, hard and fast, gravelly voice mocking. "look at you, can't even fuckin' ride me properly." bf!simon who simpers at your scrunched up face and bleary eyes, mouth open to let out pitiful sobs. "m' sorry, d-daddy--mmn!" he chuckles softly, "'s alright, pet. " ËáľË
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18+ minors do not interact!
so you know that stupid tradition of the groom sticking his head under the bride's dress at the reception to pull the garter off? yeah that but every single one of the 141 would kiss your pussy while doing it.
johnny's full on making out with it over your underwear, leaving it sticking to you from a mixture of his spit and your arousal.
simon's got it pulled to the side so he can plant one directly on it and you can hear the deep rumble in his chest when you gasp in surprise.
kyle would place a kiss right over where your clit is under your underwear before running his tongue up the length of it.
and john would stuff his fingers in you while he gives your clit a harsh suck before letting go with an audible pop, comes out from under there with the garter in his teeth and licking his fingers.
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Overheard confessions part 2? You over hear them confess to the team about how they love you and want to have an army of kids with you...or like a lot of dogs on a farm lol
Don't mind me, I'm just shrieking like a hyena over here. I am obsessed with the idea of a part two but from the opposite perspective. What happens when we hear the guys making the confession. I had way too much fun with this one. Just pure glee. Enjoy! (Find Part 1 HERE.)
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Task Force 141 x Female Reader
Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): established relationship, swearing, breeding undertones, suggestive themes, mild alcohol/smoking, fluff, implied sexual content, mild dirty talk
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John Price
âYouâre a mess, John.â
You clutch the manila envelope to your chest, coming to a dead stop just outside Captain Priceâs office. The door is cracked, your hand pressed flat against the wood with the intent to enter. That flies out the coop. Youâre glued to the spot, listening as Laswell continues to speak.
âHave you been getting enough sleep?â
âCare about my sleeping habits, Kate?â
Laswell snorts. âYou look tired. Whatâs on your mind?â
There is a stretch of silence. You donât dare breatheâdonât dare move. When Price doesnât answer, you hear Laswell sigh. Itâs not an annoyed sound, but one of pity. She knows what troubles him.
âItâs the secretary. Isnât it?â
A secretary? What secretary?
You comb through all of them in the building. There are only a handful of youâmaybe ten total.
âItâs nothing, Kate.â
âJust admit how you feel, John.â
Your hand drops from the door and crosses over your chest. The manila envelope crunches softly against your breasts as you squeeze it tighter.
âWhat do you want me to say? That I fancy the woman?â He scoffs.
âYes,â replies Laswell. âItâs that simple.â
Your mind races. Of the ten secretaries in the building, there are maybe threeâincluding yourselfâthat this could apply to. A blossom of hope blooms in your chest, a racing sensation of your heart palpitating. You shouldnât wish for it, but for it to be you?
No.
âIâm her superior.â
This time, Laswell scoffs. âSheâs not even your secretary, John. Sheâs mine, and I think you need to say something to her.â
Oh fuck.
Itâs you. Theyâre talking about you.
âReally, Kate?â
âReally, John.â Laswell sighs. âNot to be crude, but maybe if she were getting laid, she wouldnât hide my cigarettes when my wife tells her to.â
âChrist, Laswell.â
âNo, John. Tell me how you feel about her.â He doesnât. âIâm waiting.â
You hear a grumble on Captain Priceâs end, then, âI want to make an army of kids with her. I want to wake up with her beside me and for her to be near when I sleep.â He pauses. âI like the way she throws her head back when she laughs. Her smile.â Then, softly, âI love everything about her.â
There is a tap tap tap of a shoe against linoleum, and then someoneâs walking toward the door.
âThatâs it, John. Just tell her how you feel andââ
The door opens wide, revealing you. Captain Price and Laswell both freeze. Priceâs face goes from surprised to a dark shade of pink. Laswellâs shifts to a knowing smirk.
âIs that the file I asked for?â
âIt is,â you affirm.
Laswell nods. âHand it over to Captain Price. He needs to take a look at it first.â
âLaswellââ
âGoodnight, John,â she calls out, shutting the door behind her, leaving the two of you alone in the room.
Price clears his throat, standing.
âI heard what you said,â you say quickly.
Shit. Shit shit shit.
âIââ
âWait,â you say, holding up a hand.
Dumping the manila folder on the desk, you circle to his side. Price is perfectly still, watching you the whole time. What youâre about to do is bold.
Placing your hand on his chest, you lean in. His entire demeanor softens as he mimics your movement.
âYou said you wanted to make an army of kids with me.â
âItâs one thing I want to do with you.â
Shifting, you inch toward the desk, propping yourself up to sit on top of it. Itâs true, you do need to get laid, and why not with a man who is more than willing.
Priceâs gaze lowers as you spread your legs.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
"She's fucking gorgeous, mate."
"Is that all?"
With back pressed against the wall, you listen in on the conversation.
Kyle and Johnnyâs voices carry in the small apartment. You linger in the short hallway that leads to the kitchen and dining room. They have no idea that you are home, listening in just around the corner.
âNo,â comes Kyleâs voice. Itâs not sad but strained, like heâs trying to form the right words but keeps stumbling over what to say.
Anxiety grips your stomach, twisting tight.
"She's everything I want,â says Kyle, this time sounding confident.
"Everything?" Johnny whistles and you hear the creak of a chair. "You looking to marry her?"
The twisting sensation becomes a clamp. A vice grip that closes your throat.
"If she'll have me," answers Kyle immediately.
Johnny chuckles. "You'll marry her and then what? Pop out an army of wee bairns? Adopt a cat and two dogs?"
âAll of the above,â answers Kyle. âOr nothing at all. Itâs what she wants.â
âOh, aye,â replies Johnny. âThat's a good answer."
The sudden seizing of limb and lung relaxes, returning you to the moment. Your heartrate speeds up, becoming a thundering thing that threatens to burst from your chest. Kyle may be your boyfriend but you never suspected that this is what he wants.
"When do you plan on proposing?" asks Johnny.
"Haven't thought that far," murmurs Kyle.
"Too focused on how you're gonna have that army of barins?" laughs Johnny.
"You wanker,â mutters Kyle, but you hear the smile in it.
"Just rememberââ
You cannot hide any longer. Itâs unbearable.
Emerging suddenlyâand almost tripping over your own foot in the processâthe two men go quiet, their gazes widening as you appear like an apparition before them. Between then is an open bottle of scotch and various containers of Kyleâs favorite takeout spot.
Kyle is out of his seat in a second, heading for you. He whispers your name, a soft thing meant only for you, and all your love comes rushing up to warm your cheeks and soften your insides.
As he nears, the words tumble from you. "You want a small army with me?" you whisper.
"You heard that?" he asks.
The next words you form are dangerous yet you say them anyway. "Do you want to start trying?"
You put every ounce of lust you can muster into those few words. Kyleâs bodily response is immediate. His shoulders straighten, and a hungry need enters his eyes. This man is about to drag you to bed and fuck you raw for hours.
"Johnny," snaps Kyle, voice cracking slightly. He clears his throat. "Time for you to go."
John "Soap" MacTavish
A tornado rips through your senses.
Did you hear Johnny correctly? Surely not.
"You don't understand, Simon."
Johnny is in the bedroom pacing around while he talks to Simon on the phone. At your current distance from out in the hall, itâs difficult to hear Simonâs response.
"You're balls deep in a different lass every week. Don't hardly know their names. And you're going to give me shit about this?"
A snort almost escapes your nose, revealing your location. Johnny isnât wrong. Simon is a notorious slut among Johnnyâs group of friends. There is always a different woman on his arm whenever they go out.
Johnny pauses before continuing. "I love this woman. I want a bloody army of bairns with her. Fuck, I'll take an army of animals if that's what she bloody well wants."
He sounds irritated, but you know itâs just his passion. Johnny can be hotheaded, especially when it comes to the people he cares about. Either that or Simon is giving him shit on the other end.
"I need your support, Simon." All is quiet, and then you hear Johnnyâs amused snort. "You're always giving me shit, Lt." He chuckles. âIâll see you tomorrow at brief.â
You slip around the corner and enter the bedroom. Johnny glances up from his phone, his mouth a wide smile upon glimpsing you. âCome here,â he says with a sultry purr, reaching out.
You go to him without effort.
Wrapping you up in his arms, Johnny kisses the top of your head. You tilt your face upward, going in for something softer.
"I heard you talking on the phone,â you murmur, accepting another kiss from Johnny.
"Did you?"
"You want an army of kids?"
Johnny's neck flushes pink. "I may have said that."
Your hug becomes intimate, hands gently caressing until you find the front of his sweatpants. Johnny groans into your mouth as you find him, lightly rubbing him toward hardness. Itâs a tease of a touch. The moment heâs throbbing under your hand, you pull away, fingers toying with the strings of his sweatpants.
"You don't mind if we start now?"
Johnny's gentle embarrassment becomes a sultry glare. "Oh, aye. We have the rest of the day and all night to try."
Simon "Ghost" Riley
"I want her, Johnny."
The pan of brownies youâre holding nearly go crashing to the floor. Simonâs words are a brick wall. Youâve been baking all day because itâs the only thing you can do to distract yourself. The plan is to drop them off with Simon and let the boys devour them. Instead, youâre dumbfounded, standing right outside the door to the meeting room Priceâs secretary told you to drop the sweets at.
âWho?â asks Soap absently.
When Simon speaks again, it is your name that falls from his lips. Yes, you and Simon are together, but youâre not together. This is fuck buddies. This is friends with benefits. This isâŚnot a relationship.
Or so you thought.
But youâre at his place of work dropping off fucking brownies. The rest of his team call you by your first name. They expect you at functions when they all bring their significant others along. Yet you and Simon are not a couple.
Not officially anyway.
"Oh, aye?â asks Soap, his tone amused. âAnd does she want you?"
Yes. More than you know.
Youâre fully aware that Johnny and Kyle give Simon shit about you. Not because they donât like youâthey adore youâbut because they think Simon needs to put a ring on it. They arenât quiet about it either.
But Simon has never been so forward with his feelings for you. He might tell you sweet things when his dick is deep inside you, but youâve never heard him be this blunt.
"Don't care. She's mine, Johnny. I'll make sure of that." The mine is almost a growl, a possessive bite that sends a bolt of need to your core.
Johnny chuckles but thereâs nothing condescending in it. He soundsâŚhappy.
âFinally, Lt. Fucking finally!â
You hear Johnny enthusiastically smack Simonâs backâor shoulderâand then the man growls like heâs aggressively shaking Simon.
âYouâre going to fucking crack my ribs, Johnny.â
âIâm just happy for you, Lt.â
You step forward, pressing your shoulder against the doorframe. They are still out of view, but you donât want to reveal yourself yet.
âFinally going to make an honest woman out of her?â jokes Soap.
Simon snorts. âIâll even make you an uncle, Johnny.â
âMe? I expect an army, Lt. Five mini-Rileyâs running around.
âFucking hell, Soap.â
Your cheeks are hot, and youâre standing out in the hall like an idiot. The last thing you need is for one of them to open to door and find you here.
Knocking to announce yourself, you open the door of the meeting room. They turn in your direction, but itâs only Johnnyâs face thatâs clear to you. Simon is wearing a balaclava, and the only part of him you can see are his eyes.
Johnnyâs grin is devilish. âWhatâs that, love?â
âBrownies?â
He perks up. âGaz is gonna flip his mug.â You hand them over and Johnny removes the foil on top. âIâm eating this entire pan.â
âFuck off, Sergeant,â says Simon.
Johnny gives him a half-hearted salute before disappearing out the door, a chunk of brownie already shoved in his mouth.
âYou just get here?â asks Simon, sauntering forward.
The soft sway of his hips is a tantalizing thing. Youâre hypnotized. Locked in.
âNo,â you whisper.
âNo?â
âIâI heard you and Soap talking.â
Simon is inches away, his broad chest and shoulders seeming impossibly wide, almost boxing you in.
âWhat do you think?â
âYou want me all to yourself?â
Simonâs voice is a growl. âYouâve always been mine. Thatâs never changed.â
You place your hand on Simonâs chest. âYou promised Soap youâd make him an uncle.â
âI did.â
âAnd if I want to start right now?â
Simon leans in a bit further, his gaze burning like warm whiskey. âThen you should bend yourself over the table and lift that dress.â
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Simon Riley aka Ghost has returned home from workâ his muscles sore and fingers cramped from the drills he had to teach the subordinates. It's not unusual, more so common than not seeing his position. He was passionate about his job, you could tell the way Simon Riley put his all into it, day in and day out.
Yet, that wasn't the only thing he was passionate about...nor was it the only thing he put his all into.
"f-fuck~" you moan out, hands slipping on the smooth marble counter, fingers scratching at the surface as your pushed forward. An ache settling in your mid abdomen from the counter being pressed against it.
"mhm..." Ghost groans, palming your right ass cheek before delivering a loud smack to it, "just like that," he encourages whilst his hips slam against your backside, slithering the same hand up to encircle your engorged hips, "take it just like that."
The deep velvety tone of his voice does nothing to help the slick trail dampening your inner thighs and lubricating you where you needed it the most.
With each push and pull you could feel the knot in your stomach growingâ the pressure building up is unbearable in the best way.
You lean on your pointed toes, driving yourself farther up the counter in an attempt to put some distance between you and the pleasure.
"too much.." You whimper when your stomach starts to cave and your legs start to shake.
Ghost is quick to grab the back of your neck, pulling you back until you settle against his chest.
clicking his tongue, "you were doing so good." You hear him mumble closely to your right ear, lips brushing against your lobe "you want me to stop?" He questions rhetorically, settling into a slower pace.
"No!" You shake your head hastilyâyou never wanted him to stopâyou try to push your pelvis back against his throbbing cock but the hand on your hip halts your movements.
A tremble sets into your body as you feel him pull all the way out until your pussy could only flutter against the tip.
"No?" He questions, circling the hand on the back of your neck to the front, grasping it firmly and angling your face towards his, "but you said too much." He teases, easing only a portion of his cock into your sopping cunt.
A chill slides down your spine at his dark unwavering gaze, "don't stop." You whine, desperation painting your face.
Ghost looks at you expectantlyâ he wasn't one to give commands to, if you wanted something you had to ask, or beg.
"please!" Your ass impatiently wiggles against his lower half but you couldn't back up enough to get what you craved, "please, I'm sorry! Please don't stop!" You beg him shamelessly, apologizing without reason.
Your body suddenly lurches forward, breath catching in your throat as he impales you with his cock, a groan leaving his lips as your cunt greedily welcomes him back.
"Then stop running."
đđđđ˘đđđđ˘đ¨đ§đŹ: @deunmiu-dessie (I'm taking my ass to sleep friend but I owed youđŠľ)
đđđ§đ§đđŤ/đđ˘đŻđ˘đđđŤ: @cafekitsune @pwixi
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I just canât stop thinking about hockey player soap. Getting in fights, grinning with one missing tooth, BIG ASS ARMS, you know his stupid Mohawk looks all fucked up and sweaty after he takes his helmet off.
YEEES ABSOLUTELY MY GODDD
johnny's such an amazing pest, it's exhilarating watching him on ice!! he's always the one that's getting pulled away by officials or by his team because he's always found in the heart of a tussle â gloves off, helmets missing, and his fist tight on his opponent's jersey, so much so that he's almost stripped it off them.
thinking about how iconic it was that the moment johnny is out of the penalty box â not his fault this time, he swears! the officials fucked up with that call â he finds his check and go gloves-off. like, literally just a second after the two-minute penalty play, which the specgru were unable to take advantage of, he's seen fighting again.
he makes sure that graves does not fall to his ass lest the fight is cut short, so he holds onto grave's jersey and plows his fist on the underside of his jaw and on his face because he wants to see blood spilled from this fucker too. it's not fair that johnny's the only one who was put in the box when graves was throwing shit their way? like, who the fuck does he think he is, chirping at their captain?
sure, garrick's young and he's made captain as soon as he returned from his clavicle injury but has garrick not given enough for this city? for this godforsaken sport?
thinking about johnnyâs missing tooth again â the top incisor â and how, when he smiles, there's that little gap. he's never shy at showing it off because c'mon now, johnny won that tussle. and this missing tooth is his prize â don't mind the fact that they also won against the panthers, what's important was that he won that fight.
("john mactavish, the long-lost tkachuk brother.")
thinking about johnny and his beautiful, thick arms, and how, one day, he posted a picture of them nibbled on to hell and back.
and all he had to say for it was, âmy wife got hungry.â
sugar, spice, everything on ice (hockey au) mlist
#anon#ask#hockey au#johnny soap mactavish#soap x reader#johnny soap mactavish x reader#johnny mactavish x reader#f!reader#task force 141#suns
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Desk Job
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Summary: Y/N giving John a surprise vist as she waits for her pie to be done. John doing his hobby. Retired/Pstar!Price x Wifey!Reader. Fem!Reader, no age gap.
Part 1
MDNI! 18+ if you do read it i'm not responsible.
Warnings: Blow job / hand job, teasing, swearing, ball sucking, edging(?), orgasm denial. Recording audio of smut.
Note: I really liked the first Retired/Pstar!Price fic so here is more! Other fic's wil be uploaded soon and thanks for all the support!
Words: 992
Picture/art found on Tumblr, made by @shkretart
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Price was working, aka making an audio for his spicy channel, and Y/N knew that. She didnât mind it all that much, it meant she had time for herself. Do little experiments of her own, today it was cherry pie and a new slow cooker recipe. The only problem now was that she was finished before John. Dinner was in the slow cooker and the pie was still in the oven. Y/N hated it when she was done with her things and John was still busy and she had to wait for him. So like a good Wifey she was going to give him a little visit.
Y/N put a timer on her phone so she wouldnât forget her cherry pie. Then she quietly walked up the stairs to Johnâs office. She could hear John sweet talking to the microphone and some small whimpers. This meant he was still busy and wearing his headphones, so if she was extra quiet she could go unnoticed. She sneaked up to Johnâs office door and with both hands opened it ever so slowly to prevent any noise the door could make.
There he sat in all his glory, John with his eyes closed, headphones on and a jerk off toy around his cock. Y/N bit her bottom lip at the sight, the toy going slowly up and down as John talked dirty to the microphone. If she wanted she could just stay by the door and watch everything play out, But Y/N was craving more than watching. With small steps, and leaving the door open, Y/N walked behind John and slowly got down on her knees to get underneath his desk. God he looked even better from underneath the desk.
John on the other hand didnât notice anything. He was stuck in his own world, thinking of Wifey while making some pretty noises for his fans. âOWh fuck baby, just like that, just like fucking that, such a pretty mouth and all for me.â He grunts as he deep throats the toy. Still imagining it to be Wifeyâs throat. âGood girl, taking that big cock all the way down that pretty throat. choking on such a big cock. Getting you all wet doesnât it? My little slut getting all wet because of a monster cock.â Y/N tried to hold back as she listened to John talk dirty. She knew he was thinking about her.
This went on for some time, John jerking off and Y/N watching him. Y/N knew she was wet and needy for her husband, but it was just so sweet to watch John like this. Eventually Y/N reached out to Johnâs thighs and ran them up and down before quickly taking Johnâs hand. Forcing him to take the toy off his cock before wrapping her own mouth around him. John gasped in surprise when he felt his wifeâs lips around his tip. âFuck⌠agh⌠FuckâŚâ John groaned, his mind going blank, forgetting the story he was recording. âFuck baby⌠W-what are you doing?â He asked, barely. Y/N let go off Johnâs cock with a little pop and smiled up at him. âWanted to spend time with my hubby. Wanted to make him feel good.â Was the answer John got, Wifeyâs hand gently rubbing up and down his thigh.
Y/N giggled as she heard Johnâs groan, so she just wrapped her lips back around his cock. Working on giving John the best blowjob he had in a while, since yesterday. John could only moan and groan as Wifey worked him to his peak. âShit! Shit! Baby, yes! Just like that!â Y/N knew John was close when he started to whine, but his Wifey was mean and pulled away. Her hands wrapped around his cock really gently, almost like she wasnât even touching him.Â
âJesus fucking christ, love, donât do this to me.â John let out between a breathy groan. Wifeyâs hands were like magic as she slowly pumped him. John was finally getting used to it when suddenly she wrapped her lips around his balls. He hissed at the gentle sucking on his balls. âLove, stop, I'm gonna ruin your hair.â He warned, only to be ignored. Wifey gave Johnâs balls a harder suck making John hiss again. âOkay, okay, fuck!âÂ
John was getting closer and closer to his orgasm, Wifey knew this, and the microphone was still picking up everything, still recording. John was almost there when Y/Nâs phone went off, surprising both of them. Y/N quickly let go of Johnâs cock and turned off her phone. âPie is done!â She announced happily. She patted Johnâs thigh and got out from underneath his desk. âBetter take it out now.â She said before kissing Johnâs cheek. âLove you.âÂ
With a shocked expression John watched his Wifey leave his office. His cock harder than ever, acing almost painfully. âFuck!â He cursed while running a hand over his face. Then he saw that the mic was still on. "Double fuck!â
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The audio story the fans got was titled âWifey being mean (A story of a monster losing control)â. John did edit a few things about the story in the beginning, but left it mostly as is. He didnât even finish the audio with an orgasm at the end. John was however very lucky with the cherry pie he got that night and he got a bigger orgasm that night while they were getting ready for bed.Â
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THE HONEYMOON PHASE â SIMON RILEY
PARING: simon ''ghost'' riley x !fem reader
WARNINGS: SMUT!! (18+) pure filth, p in v, (wrap it up folks) unprotected sex, praise, petnames; little bug, sweet girl, good girl, etc, swearing, oral (fem receiving) hair pulling, a little manhandling, soft!dom ghost. aftercare. no use of y/n.
SUMMARY: Ghost taking care of you after having neglected you for 2 weeks.
WORD COUNT : 3K
Notes: i'm never getting over this fictional man. EVER. this ain't proofread. no idea what this is tbh.
Ghost never understood the phrase 'honeymoon phaseâ until he met you. You'd been dating for a while, but only recently had you become exclusive with him. Ever since then, he hasnât been able to keep his mind or his hands off of you. You two were always at each other like rabbits, needing to touch each other, even if it's just faint touches here and there.
Ghost was infatuated with you, and you were like a drug he never seemed to be able to stop taking.
Even during work hours, the other Task Force 141 members have been teasing him for zoning out while thinking about you. Or catching him almost losing composure as he watched you train, he was your Lieutenant after all, at the end of the day.
Soap, especially, would be at him, ''Yer always staring at her. Ye leuk like ye're gaun'ae pounce on her.'' Soap teased with a small smirk on his lips, elbowing Ghost. ''Shut it, Mactavish.''
After a long day of doing paperwork and getting the new recruits into their training, Ghost heads back to his barracks. And once he steps inside the light-dimmed room, he sees you lying on his bed, relaxing against the pillows, the duvet barely covering your naked body.
And the sight makes his cock stir in his tight combat pants.
He leaned back against the door, taking a moment to admire his girl and how beautiful you looked right now.
His eyes roamed over your body as a small smirk lifted his lips, he hadnât been expecting this. But was he complaining? Not in the slightest.
''Eveninâ bugâŚ'' His British voice drawled out, a hint of amusement in his tone as he began walking toward his bed, shrugging off his vest.
''Hey, handsome.'' You muttered softly as you stretched out on the soft bed. You sat up against the headboard, making the duvet slide down and exposing your breasts and stomach. Ghost's eyes widened and he quickly walked over to her, settling down on the bed. ''What happened, little bug?'' Ghost questioned as his eyes moved over the small bruise on the underside of one of your breasts.
You took a glance down, letting out a soft sigh. ''It was a small accident during training with the rookies. Iâm okay.'' You spoke softly, reaching up to caress the side of his face, the scruff of his stubble tickling against the palm of your hand.
Ghost softly nuzzled into your hand as your fingertips brushed over his cheek, a small affectionate smile lifting his lips. He gently took hold of your hand, his calloused fingers wrapping around your soft hand while he raised it to his lips, placing a couple of kisses on your palm before slowly lowering your hand.
His free hand gently ran over your chest, his fingers softly running over the bruise with a slight frown. ''You ainât hurt anywhere else are ya?'' He softly questioned, his thumb gently rubbing over the small injury.
You shook your head, ''Not exactly. Though I do feel a little achy hereâŚ'' You muttered softly, grabbing one of his hands to guide it underneath the duvet, between your legs. A small grin formed on your lips, a teasing glint in your eyes.
Ghost's eyes darkened and his lip curved up into a smirk. He slid the duvet full off of her, taking in the sight of her glistening and soppy cunt. His cock twitched at the sight, his pants suddenly feeling all the more tighter.
His fingers ran over your inner thigh for a moment before gently pushing your legs further apart. His stubble brushed against your skin as he bent down to kiss your inner thigh.
''Does this hurt bug? Is this what you want me to kiss better?â He teased with a sly grin, his eyes watching your expression when his thumb gently brushed over your folds.
''Ghost...'' You let out a soft whimper, sliding your fingers through the tufts of his hair. You loved whenever you got to touch his hair, the soft blonde locks gliding through your fingertips. The only time you got to see his full face was whenever the two of you were alone, in the confines of the privacy of his barracks, or your own.
He hummed as he kissed your inner thigh. ''Spread your legs some more for me,'' Ghost muttered against your inner thigh, and you obeyed in mere seconds. Ghost chuckled, ''Thatâs my good little bug.'' You hummed at the praise, your stomach fluttering.
''Thatâs it pretty bugâŚjust like that. Iâll take real good care of youâŚmy good girlâŚ'' His voice drawled out in a husky tone, his fingers brushing a bit rougher over your folds before he lowered down to press his tongue against you. His skilled tongue lapped up at your juices, circling around your clit.
You arched your back, your free hand clutching onto the bedsheet as you whimpered. ''Ghost...'' You sweetly moaned his name, throwing your head back in pure ecstasy as he ate you out. Your stomach fluttered and your head was fuzzy. Your free hand slipped up to your chest, groping at your breasts, fondling them, and pinching at them for extra friction.
His groan rumbled against your skin before he pulled his head back slightly, a soft but commanding tone in his voice as he spoke.
''No touching yourself bugâŚlet me take care of youâŚ'' He softly scolded you as his fingers ran a bit rougher over the opening of your hole, rubbing your clit to make you arch some more.
A soft groan escaped him as his tongue returned to taste you, his eyes watching your expression while he licked you. ''Want me to keep going, bug?''
You let out a soft mewl, bopping your head up and down in response. You restored to gripping the sheets instead, as you listened to the sounds of slurping and sucking as Ghost devoured you. He was eating you out like you were a full-course meal, and it drove you insane. He was like a man starved.
''Iâm closeâŚââ You mumbled softly, slotting your bottom lip between your teeth.
Your soft moan sends a shiver of electricity through him. His tongue continued to taste and tease you, his groan growing louder as he buried his face between your thighs while your taste consumed him.
''You taste so good bugâŚ'' His voice groaned out against your skin. ''Just a bit moreâŚgonna come for me, baby?''
''Yes⌠yes... Iâm so closeâŚ'' You whined as you squirmed on the bed, your head thrown back against the pillow, your hands clutching onto the sheets, like a lifeline. And before you knew it, the coil in your stomach snapped and your orgasm came washing over you like a tsunami. You twitched and squirmed on the bed as you felt the pure ecstasy of your release.
He lapped up her juices, wanting to taste your climax before pulling back to look up at you. Licking his lips, he watched you with a small smirk.
''Thatâs my good girlâŚ'' His voice sounded rough and breathy but was still affectionate as he watched you relax in your afterglow.
Your chest heaved up and down as you came down from your high. Ghost gave her inner thigh a soft kiss, before he headed into the small bathroom, coming back out with a wet rag. ''Come on pretty bug, letâs get you cleaned up.â'' Ghost cooed softly as you sat up. Your body feeling spent and boneless. But aching for much more.
''I want moreâŚ'' You muttered softly as Ghost settled down next to you. Your eyes went down to your lap, seeing a wet spot beneath you on the sheets. ''Due to all this training and paperwork and all these missions weâve had⌠we havenât really had sex in at least 2 weeks,'' you mumbled as you looked at him.
His brown eyes slightly darkened at your statement, a small sigh escaping him as he nodded his head once. He was aware that you hadnât had sex in a while, he just wasnât sure if you were getting upset or frustrated by it.
''I knowâŚIâm sorry bug'' He softly sighed out, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you sat next to him. ''I know Iâve been neglecting you.'' He muttered as he placed the wet rag against her inner thighs cleaning up the mess of her juices. You hissed at the feeling, your cunt feeling sensitive as he moved the rag over your folds.
''So sensitive...'' Ghost cooed sweetly, as he finished up, before placing a kiss against her forehead. You hummed at the feeling of his lips against your forehead, closing your eyes for a split second, before opening them again as he pulled back.
He tossed the wet rag onto the small table by the bed.
You climbed onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. ''Just miss having you buried deep inside me.'' You whispered so sweetly to him, reaching one hand down between you to palm at him through his combat pants. Your hand fiddled with opening the fly of his pants before you managed to do just so.
Your hand snaked its way into his pants and down into his boxers, grabbing a hold of him. He was heavy against her hand, twitching and so painfully hard.
''Youâre so hard. Am I turning you on?â'' You purred softly, giving him a small stroke.
''AlwaysâŚ'' His breathless reply slipped out, his brown eyes gleaming as your fingers wrapped around him. ''You always turn me on, bugâŚâ He groaned out, his hands running over your body.
''Yeah? Want me to ride you, hm? Iâll make you feel good.. so good. I wanna be a good girl and make you happy.'' You mumbled softly, as you pulled him out of his pants. Ghost growled as he lifted your hips before you sunk back down on him.
You let out a soft moan as you gripped his shoulders, feeling your walls clamp around him. Every inch that went deeper inside you felt like it was tearing you in two. He was so fucking big.
He slowly rocked his hips up into you, his hands softly grasping your hips to give you more leverage to take him deeper as you sank fully down on him. His breathing was slightly heavy as you settled on him.
''Ride me, bugâŚ''He groaned as he began rocking his hips harder into her. ''Ride my cock so fucking hard that your pretty little head can't think straight anymore.''
''God⌠I missed feeling you inside me.'' You moaned out as you lifted his shirt up and over his head, before throwing it to the floor. Your hands caressed over his stomach and chest, feeling his skin against her fingertips. The faint scars across his chest were a reminder of his time spent in the military, and the things he had been through.
You leaned down, placing soft open-mouthed kisses across his chest. When you were still in the early phase of your relationship, Ghost wouldn't even let you near his scars, and you knew then and there that you wanted nothing more than to prove to him how worthy he was of love and all the beautiful things you were willing to give to him.
His hand caressed the back of her head, his own resting against the wall, eyes closing at the feel of her mouth. And god had he to missed being inside her, to feel her gummy walls clenching onto his cock.
''Fuck you feel so goodâŚ'' He cursed as his free hand gently squeezed your hip as he rocked harder up into you. His brown eyes were glued to you as you pulled away to meet his own, his expression full of affection and desire for you. ''You have no idea how much Iâve missed thisâŚ''
''I think I've got an idea.'' You remarked, your lip curving up into a small smile. A small smack to your ass made you jolt against him, making you gasp. ''Always so sassy with that mouth of yours.'' He chuckled as his rough hand soothed over the globe of your ass.
Your arms slipped back around his neck, lifting your hips up before sinking back down on him and repeating it, over and over, and over again.
"My pretty girlâŚmy good girlâŚ" He praised, his voice thick with desire as his hips snapped up against your own. "You feel so good around me. Like you're made for me, this pretty little cunt made for my cock.'' He breathed out between gasps, his eyes watching your expression intently.
''Mmm.. Iâve missed you so much...'' You moaned, your hands running over his chest and stomach as you looked up at him. The muscles in your legs were starting to tremble from riding him, your body growing tired and slack.
''Feels so good... You feel so good...'' You whimpered, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his. ''Want more... Need more.''
His hands gripped your sides a bit tighter as he continued to help you ride him. The look in your eyes was driving him wild.
''Needy little thingâŚarenât you?'' He teased softly, a small grin on his lips as he continued to rock you against him. ''My beautiful, needy, good girl⌠You need more, donât you?''
You only whined in response.
He leaned forward to press some featherlight kisses and gentle bites along your neck, reaching out to find every single sensitive spot.
''Such a good little bug, riding me so wellâŚso beautifully.'' He breathed out against your skin, his breathing growing a bit more labored as he grew closer and closer to the edge.
''I'm gonna come...'' You whined though it was cut short once his lips went back to your own, capturing them in a needy and desperate clash. His hand moved up your stomach, over your chest as he groped at your breasts, twirling your pebbled nipples between his fingers. You moaned against his lips, your head empty, the only thing that swirled around in there was him, and solely him and how he felt against you, inside you, touching you.
''Come on my cock. I want you to make a mess on my cock.'' Ghost growled against your lips, before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. His other hand went down between your legs, the pads of his fingers circling around your throbbing clit, speeding up the process of getting you to another orgasm.
Ghost reached his hand that was playing with your breasts up to grab at your hair, tilting your head back and making you let out a wanton moan, hips rocking against his as you chased your release. His mouth latched onto the column of your throat, teeth nipping and biting at the flesh as he continued to circle his fingers over your clit.
''I'm so close... fuck.. so close.'' You gasped as your fingers dug into his shoulders. ''That's it... come on bug, milk my cock for all its worth.'' He mumbled against your throat.
Your legs started to shake more against him as you rode him, your body beginning to grow tired from the effort. You could feel your climax building up within you, your breaths growing shallower and more desperate.
''Ghost... Iâm getting closeâŚ'' You whimpered, your body trembling as you continued riding him. Your body yearning for that blissful feeling.
''Thatâs it, bug. Come for me, pretty thing.'' He groaned against your throat, before pulling away to look at you, his hands rubbing your hips to help you keep riding him. You looked so eternal like this, your cheeks flushed, your eyes dilated, a thin layer of sweat coating your skin.
He wanted the image scorched into his head.
You let out a soft gasp as your climax crashed over you like a wave. Your body arched against his, your breasts pressing up against his chest and your head thrown back as you let out a low moan. You clenched around him, your legs gripping his hips tightly.
''Ghost⌠Ghost, GhostâŚ'' You whimpered helplessly, your body shaking against his in ecstasy.
''Thatâs itâŚsuch a good girlâŚmy good girlâŚ'' His brow eyes watching you as you tried to come down from your high.
''Did so good for me bugâŚso good⌠so beautifulâŚsuch a good girl.''
You buried your face against his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. You felt so spent, your body completely worn out. But you also felt a sense of contentment and happiness, knowing that you'd been able to make up for your time apart.
''I love you so muchâŚ'' You whispered against his skin, your breath still coming in pants.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. He could hear your breathing, still quick and labored from your recent activity.
He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, gently rubbing your back to soothe you. ''I love you too, bugâŚso damn much.'' He mumbled against your hair.
His cock twitched inside her, and he too was close to release. His hips pushed up against her in a slow steady rhythm. ''I need to pull out, if I don't I'm gonna come inside you.'' He muttered against the top of her head, and you hummed in response, ''Then come inside me. I want you to fill me up.''
He pulled your head back, his brown eyes meeting your own half-lidded ones, ''You sure?'' He questioned as his eyes took in the satisfied look on your face, ''I'm sure. Wanna feel you coming inside me.''
That's all the conformation he needed before his hips quickened their pace. ''Gonna fill this cunt to the brim, yeah?'' He crooned as his hands slid down to grip your hips, rocking up into you. He was throbbing and aching to fill your pretty cunt up with his seed.
''Yeah... mhm..'' You mumbled as you rested your head back against his shoulder, clutching onto him as he continued reaching for his realize.
And before you knew it, he came with a guttural groan, his seed painting your walls white as his nails dug into your hips. ''Fuck.. yeah that's it. Fuck your heavenly.'' He growled as his head rested back against the wall, his legs twitching and shaking.
His cum dribbled down his shaft, coating your inner thighs as well as his lap. And the two of you spent a few minutes, just basking in the feeling of each other, of the love and affection you shared for each other.
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ᥣđŠ DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS.
Ö´ÖśÖ¸ đâš Ö´ÖśÖ¸simon riley + fem!reader
summary: in which simon riley decides to message you after a year of no contact!
tags: angst, romance-ish, talk of abusive parents, simon's an asshole, slight age gap (27 - 30!), cursing, very slight body image issues, simon is a wreck, not proofread oopsie! talia talks: this is my first post!! this account is inspired by @audisive, much love to this blog! if this does well a part two will be out soon!
One year. Today officially marks one year since Simon left without any warning. He didn't even leave a note. You were a wreck. No one was able to get in contact with you for a month. Simon was your first everything. You questioned yourself over and over. You often find yourself looking in the mirror. You studied your appearance in the mirror. Was it the way you looked? Was it your age?
It took almost two months for you to even begin working again. It wasn't as if Simon was your world, but he was a very important part of it. After you got yourself back on your feet life was beginning to get better. You moved to a new city, got a new job, found new friends, and left your old self behind. A change of pass, at least that's what you wanted.Â
No matter how much you wanted to forget the day he left you couldn't. He was always there in the back of your mind. The sound of his voice replaying over and over again. You would catch yourself staring into space, thinking of what life would be like if he was here now. How would he touch you? Simon left a large wound, and you felt as if it wouldn't heal anytime soon. You wondered if would you be engaged or married. Simon left like you were nothing to him, but it was quite the opposite.
Leaving you was the hardest thing Simon had ever done. Simon wasn't one for crying, he despised it. Yet as he took one last look at your once-shared home he felt a singular tear slip down his cheek. The salty liquid traced the curve of his face and slipped into his mouth. The taste of his tears brought him back to himself. Crying? Pathetic.
Simon Riley grew up in a rough house. His father was either absent or drunk. His mother died when Simon was young. He grew up hardened by abuse and war, but when he saw you it all went away. You were the light of his life. He often got lost in the darkness, thoughts of trauma and PTSD clouding his thoughts. You, you were the one thing that stopped him from destroying himself. Now that he didn't have you, he told himself he had nothing to lose.
Simon had stopped going to work, he had stopped eating, and he had stopped speaking. It was as if he wasn't living anymore, like his heart stopped. Simon was staying with his godmother, she was the only constant thing in his life now. He stayed in his room, only coming out once a week to eat. His godmother, Delena worried about him. She had known Simon since he was a child. She watched him grow up, and this was not like him.
Today was the day that marked a year, and you and Simon were both a mess. You wanted nothing more than a warm embrace from Simon. You imagine the creaking in the floorboards was his large boots trudging up the stairs. You imagined he had just come back from deployment, you would smile as he walked into your once-shared room. The sound of your phone âding!â brought you out of your daydream.
Simon.
As Delena knocked softly on Simon's door she heard the sound of Simon's heavy breathing. Delena didn't wait for confirmation to walk in. She found Simon on his bathroom floor. A bottle of Disaronno lay by his side. His phone was cracked and his balaclava was nowhere to be found. His eyes were red, his lips were chapped, and his hands were shaking. He looked up at Delena with tired glossy eyes. He stayed away for a reason, he was going to ruin you. He wasn't healthy, no part of him was healthy. He was toxic, the only good part about him was you. But he didn't have you anymore.
Simon looked at Delena as she sat down next to him, her back sliding against the wall until she hit the ground. She chuckles softly and his lips curl into a tight grin. âI texted her,â Simon says, he picks up his cracked phone and shows it to his godmother. She gives him a sympathetic look and rubs his back. She knew that you were going to text back. She wished deep down you wouldn't. He had left you, who's to say he won't do it again? But she could never say that to her godson.Â
âWell, that was very brave of you, Si.â The older woman says. Her hair was a gorgeous silver color. Her nails were painted a dark red. Simon liked the way she carried herself, with class and elegance. Simon, on the other hand, was a mess. She sighed as she realized there was a slight chance he might never get better. Delena wasn't sure if she was okay with that. She was getting too old.
Your breath hitched as you read the text. Simon had texted you? Why? You didn't want to respond, you hated him. He left you, he never called or texted. Not even a letter, so why should you respond to his text? Yet as you open the message, your heart drops.
Simon. I miss you, love.
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simon doesn't bother with warningsâhe slips behind you, flips up your skirt, and moves your panties aside like it's second nature. the moment his cock sinks into you, there's no hesitation, no restraintâjust relentless, pounding thrusts that leave you gasping, struggling to stay upright as your legs threaten to give out beneath you.
and when he spills inside, he doesn't stopâ he keeps going, fucking you harder, using his cum as lube, each thrust drawing out another desperate moans. âi'm not done yet, love,â he growls, his hands gripping your hips, holding you exactly where he wants you. âi'll leave you when i feel like itâand not a second sooner.â
by the time he's finished, you're a shaking, dripping messâlegs weak, panties soaked, and mind blissfully wrecked.
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You're neighbour John who you find sitting on the stairs in your apartment building after he comes home from mission. He is so tired that when he realized that the elevator is broken, he just needs a few minutes to gain more power.
You help him get into his apartment (thank God it's only on the second floor) and you know that you need to take care of this man. You wonder quite a lot how this beautiful hot man can still be single.
So, when you help him sit on the couch in his living room you know that you need to show him how good you could be for him. You know that he likes you, you can hear him moan your name when he is masturbating in his bed late at night.
You just don't know why he doesn't make the first move and asks you out. He doesn't even need to ask you on dinner, if he told you to just get naked and into his bed you would.
You help his get rid of his clothes and you go to prepare a bath for him. You quickly go to your apartment taking all the bath salts and bath oils you could find. You prepare his bath and when you help him sink down into the hot water you can hear him moan from pleasure.
But that not the end, you help him get clean, you wash his hair while he praises you for being such a good girl for him. He tells you how lucky he is that you're taking such a good care of him.
When you massage his neck and shoulder he starts to moan, and you can feel how he's starting to relax. You can't really see his naked body under the foam that is in the bath, but you can imagine. And when he moves, and you see that he is fully hard you know that you can't let your neighbour like that.
So, you slowly start to touch his chest and when you put your hand fully in the water to touch him you can feel how hard he is. He starts to breath faster when you touch him just like he always imagined. He can feel your soft hand around his thick dick, and it been too long since anyone touched him like that.
He is used to his hard hand and fast tempo that will make him cum in minutes. But you take your time with him. You're gently touch him and when you start to slowly kiss and suck his neck, he feels like he is in heaven.
He cums in your hand shaking and moaning your name. You help him to get out of the bath and when he starts to dry himself with towels you clean the bathroom. When he asks you to bring him some clean clothes your just walk away slowly undressing your own clothing.
He finds you in the middle of his bed, naked and waiting for him.
And when the next morning John wakes up after a good night of sleep, he knows that now it's his turn to show you how good he can take care of you. He spends the whole morning fucking you in his bed making you cum on his cock, his fingers and his mouth. He needs to make sure that he thanks you enough for how good you were to him last night.
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older boyfriend!simon who's been pulling out to finish on your thighs since you've started dating. older boyfriend!simon who can't help but want to cum inside of you, especially when your cute little pussy clenches around his cock so greedily. older boyfriend!simon who moans when you cream around the base of him, whining and shaking. older boyfriend!simon who presses a sloppy kiss to your puffy lips when you beg for him to fill you up dazedly, with tear-stained cheeks. older boyfriend!simon who finally gives in. "wan' me t'a stuff y'r pretty pussy with my cum, hm?" ËáľË
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Bars and broken hearts
Simon Riley x F!readerÂ
Summary: The 141 minus john goes out for drinks and when johnny decides to throw simon a spontaneous bachelor surprise it goes left quickly.
Warnings: angst, betrayal, infidelity?, guilt, heartbreak, not a happy ending, alcohol consumption, lmk if Iâm missing anything.
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âWell I think you should go.â you say to your fiance who's currently trying to back out of plans he promised to attend with his mates, again.
âWhy can't you just beg me to stay isnât that what youâre are supposed to do.â he says in a whine although with a gruff voice like his only you could pick up on the slight change.
âAnd hear Johnny complain in my ear the next time I see him cause youâre never out of the house, yeah no thanks.â you say while stirring honey into your cup of tea. You can practically feel the holes his eyes are burning into your skull.
âYou know they are always up to no good when we go out.â he says in a condescending tone.
âI trust you.â he has never given you a reason not to.
âYou should theyâd never let anything come between us, they love you more than me.â he says while slowly approaching you from the back planting a firm kiss to your cheek.
âSo youâll be attending then?â you say gleefully.
âYeah, just this once though, gives me leeway to say no next time.â you laugh softly, simon and his thought out plans to get out of leaving home.
âI'll drop you off, don't look too good.â you say turning around, he gives you a strong kiss on the lips, tangling his large hand into your hair as his other hand squeezes gently at your ass groaning roughly as he hikes your thigh onto his waist.
âYeah, nice try.â you say pushing him away reluctantly.
âSure you donât want me to stay?â You do want him to stay.
âIâm sure.â he groans, walking off into your shared bedroom carelessly pulling a black shirt and pants off a hanger, nearly snapping them.
You laugh to yourself taking a seat onto the couch as he noticeably makes his steps extra heavy on his way to the bathroom. You patiently wait for him, swiping mindlessly through social media.
âRight, I'm ready.â his voice slightly startles you and he quickly softens his attitude.
âIf you wouldâve kissed me looking like this i mightâve just kept you in.â you sigh into his mouth pulling him down for a kiss.
âLater I arrive, the later I leave, let's go.â you drive him to a pub not too far from your home. His hand squeezes at your thigh the whole way there until you arrive.
âI'll see you in a bit, I love you.â the corner of his mask lifts slightly.
âBetter not be late for me doll, I love you more by the way.â he says while shutting the door waving you off.
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âAww whereâs the lass?â Johnny questions still mostly sober.
âAt home she said sheâll join next time.â Simon lies, you hate babysitting three 200 pound plus men after a long night.
âTell her I promise to not empty my stomach in her car next time, I swear it.â soap says while ordering a round of shots.
âLike sheâd believe that after the past TWO times.â Johnny looks remorseful as Gaz laughs then gags remembering what it was like to sit in the backseat with him.
âI feel like we're going to get into some trouble tonight.â Johnny says while downing his third shot early into the night. âWhen is a night with you not trouble?â gaz says to the two men smiling widely.
âWhen is a night with me not fun you mean.â Johnny says with a devilish smirk.
âChaos you mean?.â Simon quips.
âAll of those sound like a good time to me.â Johnny says while waving down the bartender again.
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âYouâll be approaching married life soon.â Johnny says with slightly slurred speech.
âIndeed I will.â It makes a tipsy drunk Simon smile as he lifts the bottom of his mask to take a swig of the whiskey in his glass.
âThink youâll be having little ones running around soon?â gaz asks, he could see the big scary ghost with a daughter or two. Simon smoothens his mask before talking.
âMaybe, me and miss talk about it sometimes but nothing ever too serious, sheâd make a great mum though.â The boys love just how in love he is with you.
âWill you name one of em after me?â Johnny asks.
âFunny joke mate.â They all laugh.
âLass weâll take another round.â heads snap towards him.
âJohnny!â Both simon gaz exclaim their nearly 8 shots in each and a couple of other drinks the result of tonight's starting to sound like alcohol poisoning.
âWhatâs wrong with a little fun once in a while.â
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âI miss my wife.â Simon says, eyes glossed over and a severe need to taste your mouth.Â
âWill we be throwing you a bachelor party?â Simon scoffs.
âThis is my bachelor party, enjoy it.â Johnny groans at his awfully boring best lad.
âI have to take a piss be back.â Johnny says, excusing himself. Gaz and simon give each other a look knowing full well he went to the mens room less than ten minutes ago.
âWhatâs that about?â Gaz asks.
âDon't know but ima text the missus to come save me.â Simon says whipping out his phone instantly happier by the picture of you on his lock screen.
After sending you a quick text he agrees to one more round as Johnny rejoins, what he doesn't notice is as he tossed his head back Johnny slipped his phone into the back pockets of his jeans mistaking it for his own.
âWhy do you look like that?â Gaz questions the mischievous smirk on Johnny's face.
âNo reason.âÂ
âOh no johnny whatâd you do.'' They follow his eyeline as a woman, definitely a hooker walk from the hall where the bathrooms are definitely heading towards them.Â
âHey boys.â she says, running a hand down Simon's chest.
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Youâve tried simons phone nearly six times now and nearly circled this block three times to let him know youâre here. You call once more groaning loudly as the voicemail starts once again. You search the busy street for parking, getting lucky as a car pulls out from the front of the pub.
You step out into the chilly london air not caring to pay for parking this shouldn't be long anyways. It's busier than youâd ever seen it, you wrap your arms tightly around yourself considering you're in thin pajamas, Simon emits too much heat to sleep in anything else.
Finding your way to the bar knowing where they usually sit you keep your eyes peeled for him excited to get him home and finish what he started earlier. That's until you see him. You see her first actually, snaking her hands around the back of his clothed head where yours were merely hours ago. His eyes are pointed towards her breast as she puts on quite the show, grinding slowly on his lap, flicking her tongue out onto his cloth covered ear. Simonâs hazed eyes are seeing you, like a dual reality that goes back and forth between a random woman and the woman he loves. Words are unable to leave your mouth so you stand there in utter horror until reality catches up to you.
âSimon.â your voice comes out in a whisper as the three men's heads turn towards you. The woman who looked like sheâd been having a good time on Simon's lap also looks towards you, then the ring on your finger. The three of them had never become sober so fast in their lives.
âOh god.â you feel sick, turning around quickly and bee lining for the door as your eyes tunnel vision.
âGet off me.â Simon says awfully harshly as Gaz looks disappointed towards johnny.
Heâs after you in seconds, strides long and quick. You're at an arm's length when he tries to pull you back but misses by a thread. Times moving in slow motion for the both of you and this pub has never been so large.
âWait, I swear that wasn't what it looked like.â His deep and loud voice causes the other patrons to look your way. Gaz and Johnny are steps behind him as he rushes as quickly as he can.
When the outside hits you, so do the tears. Your hand grips weakly at the spot of your shirt above your heart. It feels like the wind has been knocked from you and the world is crumbling around you.Â
âLove i swear-â you turn around quickly slapping him across the face. It stuns you but not him; he simply looks back towards you.
âDeserved that.âÂ
âLass it was a dumb joke i thought id-âÂ
âYou were supposed to have my back, you guys are like my brothers, is this how it is everytime you come out?â a sob racks through you as they all visibly watch your heart break.
âIt's not like that.â Simon tries to calmly explain.
âI'm leaving.â you say slowly walking backwards towards your car getting in quickly and locking the doors before your fiance can try the handle.
âLove, just listen to me i didn't know what was going on.â he shouts through the window as you start pulling out and speeding off as soon as possible.
âIâll fucking kill you.â he yells to johnny.
âI don't know what I was thinking.â he admits as his drunk actions hit his sober self.
âYou need to get a ride home now.â gaz says walking into the street to hail down an overly expensive taxi.
Simon gets in it immediately telling the man your address and slipping him a few extra hundred for speed. His breath is rapid matching the racing pace of his heart. The two other men watch as he leaves.
âYouâre so fucked mate.â Gaz says to an already guilty looking johnny.
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Simon nearly tears off the door handle as he exits the car almost two homes ahead and runs there instead. Heâs fumbling keys until he realizes youâve left the door unlocked. Instantly he's searching for you, panicked and in a hurry to soothe your aching heart.
He goes to reach for your shut bedroom door only to realize it's locked. He knocks rapidly once then twice.
âLove let me explain. I swear it's not what it looked like.â he leans his head against the door as you silently cry on the other side.
âDonât do this to yourself.â wrong choice of words but he meant well.
Before he knows it you're throwing the door open.
âTo myself!â you yell as loudly as you can, shoving your hands into his solid chest.
âThat's not what I meant.â he says, removing the mask.
âWeâre engaged Simon, we were going to get married in a few months.â you cry turning around trying to slam the door on him.
âWere ? No, let me explain.â he says, catching it with the toe of his boot.
âI don't want to hear it, go tell it to whoever that woman was.â youâre infuriating he wants to scream but he knows all hell would break loose had he caught you in the same position.
âJohnny had hired her, I had no idea.â he gets out as quickly as possible.
âAnd you let her dance and lick on you and hold you the way I hold you.â the disgust on your face as you look at him cuts deeper than any knife.
âI was drunk.â he even thinks that sounds disgusting.
âCheap fucking excuse.â you say going into your closet grabbing all your clothes and throwing it onto the bed.
âWhatâre you doing?â it's hushed and laced with panic.
âLeaving.âÂ
âLike hell you are.â he says quickly, fighting to pull what's in your hands out of them. Youâre unwilling to give up at first, grip tighter than ever but he would always win. You fall to the ground and let go. Crying from hurt and frustration. He drops to his knees to meet you on the floor.
He scoops you into his chest as closely as possible, it hurts that you donât clutch onto him like you normally would. You Are stiff in his arms so visibly uncomfortable. He wants to cry too, he knew he shouldnât have gone out there's no need when your heart is at home.
âLet go of me.â you say weakly.
âLets talk.â he says, loosening his grip on you watching as you scurry backwards.
âNothing you say can make this better.â you admit leaning your head against the wall behind you.
âIt wasn't my idea or choice, my love I was wasted.â
âI was waiting outside for you, calling over and over again but you were just too busy being entertained by another woman, how fucking dare you.â you say quietly but firmly.
âI know I fucked up but we cant throw this away just cause one mishap.â he says trying to inch closer to you.
âI wouldâve never done that to you.â you say as tears stream smoothly down your reddened cheeks.
âI know.â how does one forgive an action like this he wonders.
âPlease get out.â you say through stuttered breaths.
âLove-âÂ
âSimon, get out or I'll leave.â He rises to his feet in an instance beginning to very slowly make his ways towards the door.
âHey simon.â you say and his name sounds so rare on your tongue since you've met him he's always been riley or love.
âYeah.â he says, approaching you crouching down slightly. You reach out, grabbing his hand and placing something into his palm before closing it.
Simon slowly opens his hands fearing what he already knows is there and utterly cringes inside when he sees your ring.
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Virgin reader? Having sex for the first time?? On it. Another popular request with several people asking for it. Decided to combine it all into one large post. And, since this is just an excuse to write smut, that's exactly what I did. I hold no shame for that. I had a blast, lots of cackling as I was drafting. Have fun, y'all!
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Task Force 141 x Female Reader
Content & Warnings: oral sex (female & male receiving), unprotected piv, creampie, missionary, vaginal fingering, loss of virginity, rough sex, sex toys, doggy, spanking, just married, hand job
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John Price
You were told to stay away, to not chase after him. But you love danger, even though youâve never truly tasted it.
âI wonât go easy on you because youâre a virgin.â Johnâs voice is poisoned sin. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip. It drags on it a bit, drawing it down, showing him your teeth. âYouâll fuck the way I tell you to.â
John retreats, your lip popping back into place. He sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread, completely dressed. Itâs the opposite of your current state. Kneeling before him, youâre entirely bareâexposed.
You signed up for thisâwanted this.
On the floor between Johnâs booted feet is a dildo. The base is a flat square and suctioned to the floor. It juts upward with a slight curve to it, the shaft ribbed. John pops open a bottle of lube and holds it out. You immediately present your hand. The clear gel is cold when it makes contact with your palm. John caps the bottle.
âDo what I told you.â John nods toward the dildo. âShow me howâd youâd touch me if that were me.â
You do as he says, wrapping your hand around the dildo, the lube spreading to coat the silicone as you move up and down in the way you think youâre supposed to. There is no experience to lead your hand. John watches silently, face stoic and vacant of emotion. It isnât until the dildo is coated in lube that John leans forward and grabs your wrist.
Turning your palm upward, John lightly tugs. Itâs a command to come to him.
Placing your free hand on his knee, you shift forward. Still kneeling, you settle between his spread legs, the lube-coated dildo rubbing up against the inside of your thigh.
âIf I were to fuck you right now, I might hurt you.â Johnâs gaze drops to the dildo. âYouâre going to sink down on that. Take your time. Ride it a bit. And once youâre prepped for me, Iâm taking you how I want.â
His words freeze your limbs. You are unable to moveâunable to think.
âGo on, love. Show me.â
Johnâs voice is the coaxing tease that pulls you from your vacant lull. Licking your lips, you sit up on your knees, spreading them enough to angle the head of the dildo and your entrance. Youâve never been penetrated before, not even with a toy or fingers.
But he said you could go slow. Go at your own pace.
With fingers digging into his knee, you start to come down, the head slipping in. As more enters, you whimper, the stretch stinging a bit.
âSlow,â murmurs Price. âBreathe through it. Thatâs it.â
You listen to his soothing words, sinking further and further down until you canât take any more.
âCome back up. Like that. Good. Now, down.â As you start to descend, the dildo starts to vibrate. You gasp, and then moan loudly as the vibrations stimulate a sensitive spot inside.
âAgain,â growls John.
You move in earnest this time, not caring if your movements look weird or if itâs messy. John is staring at you with hunger in his eyes, and youâve never felt more wanted.
With his free hand, John undoes his belt and then the front of his pants. His cock emerges, already dripping and hard. He brings your lube-coated hand to it, and you enthusiastically start pumping him the way you did the dildo even as you rock back and forth. Itâs only a few strokes more before your hand job slows, the vibrations from the dildo building up the first orgasm of your life. It doesnât seem to bother John in the least, not when your eyelids flutter and you grind down, almost crying as you fall apart.
The dildo is still vibrating inside you when John stands and hooks his hands beneath your armpits. He helps you off and onto your feet.
âMy turn, love.â
You only nod, breathing heavy as John guides you onto your hands and knees on the bed. Thereâs a shuffling and then Johnâs hand is on your upper back pressing your front into the bed, leaving your ass high in the air. As the head of his cock enters, his hand slides upward to your neck and then to your head. There, he presses, pushing your face into the bed as he thrusts forward, sinking into your body.
You cry out, fists clenching the sheets. The dildo might have helped but that was you doing the work. This is all John, fucking you savagely, skin slapping against skin as youâre drilled into the bed. The hand not at your head is on your ass, pushing your hips higher, opening you wider for him to hit deeper.
Every few thrusts that hand comes down on your ass with a sharp slap, bouncing your cheek and stinging with each strike. All you can do is take it, but itâs deliciously devilish.
You wanted this, and you canât help but smile.
John "Soap" MacTavish
âIs that okay?â
You start to curl into yourself, sinking further into the pillows behind you on the bed.
Johnnyâs head tilts slightly. âCourse itâs okay, love. Think I care if youâre experienced or not?â
You shrug. âSome men do.â
He shakes his head, the hint of a laugh on his breath. Leaning in, he seizes your mouth with his own. The kiss is sweetâwelcoming. You melt like softened butter. With your surrender comes an intensifying need, an electricity that buzzes between your bodies.
Johnny offers more: a deeper kiss and strong hands trailing along your body. Your legs fall open of their own volition and Johnny slots himself between, pressing you deeper into the pillowy softness beneath you.
Every touch is tinged with desperation. You find yourself clinging to him, fingers digging into the muscles of his back, pulling him closer though there is no room. Johnny matches your hunger, the two of you a tangled nest of limbs and want.
Youâve explored, youâve been kissed, and yet youâve never gone all the way with anyone.
But with Johnny, you do.
Johnny breaks the kiss, the two of you gasping for air. He descends, nuzzling your neck, lips tracing along the pulse point there.
âYou want me to continue?â he asks, voice raspy.
You hook a leg over the back of his thigh in answer.
Johnnyâs hands move up and down the sides your body, squeezing and groping as they go, leaving nothing untouched. His lips descend, finding your shoulder and collarbone, then the curve of your breast. His tongue circles a nipple, and then lightly sucks it into his mouth.
You gasp, back arching, unable to comprehend the sensation. Playing with them yourself is nothing compared to the way Johnny worships them, how he takes his time, cupping each one to kiss and suck and lick.
Johnny brings the nipples to stiff points, and still, he does not ceaseânot until youâre wiggling, wanting more than this.
âJohnny,â you whimper, wanting to feel him everywhere, to feel him inside.
He glances up from between your breasts, a small smirk on his face. âKeep going?â he asks.
âPlease,â you beg, because itâs all you can muster.
Lips trail over stomach and pelvic bone, each leg draped over a shoulder. Johnny tenderly kisses your inner thighs.
âAm I the first to taste you?â he asks, one finger gently sliding over your sex. Youâre drippingâneedy, pussy clenching with every touch. You nod, and Johnnyâs smirk becomes a full grin. âAn honor then.â
He spares you nothing. Johnny isnât interested in coaxing you anywhere. There is no softness, no gentleness since this is your first time. Johnny is ravenous, drawing his tongue up and down your pussy, dipping inside before swirling up to tease your clit. He plays with you until your thighs shake and you push on his head.
Itâs too much, and still, Johnny persists.
When he slips one finger inside, and then a second, that is when he lifts his head. He pumps lazily, eyelids heavy, lips and chin wet.
âIâm making camp here. Donât expect to be leaving soon.â
His mouth returns to your clit, and you completely forget yourself. You lose words and thoughts, becoming numb and weightless, as if youâll float upward like a balloon. Just because youâre a virgin, why did you think Johnny would spare you? That he would go slowly?
Johnny ceases only when tears run down your cheeks. He licks them up, and then kisses you with your release painting his lips. âGonna fuck you now,â he murmurs, the head of his cock pressing against your sex.
His large, muscled arms press into the pillows on the either side of your head. Hips shifting, Johnny starts to sink in. Thereâs a brief flicker of resistance and then nothing, just all pleasure, and Johnny stretching you. You gasp, and Johnny groans loudly, head falling back as he settles in to the hilt.
âFucking hell. Youâre tight. Fuckââ
Johnny continues to swear, to mutter expletives under his breath as he slides out and then back in. Two more thrusts and Johnny is shaking his head. âIâm alreadyâfuck, love. Iâm gonna come.â
Johnny becomes a boulder, nearly flattening you against the bed as he thrusts once, twice, and then holds still, the muscles in his body stiffening slightly and then relaxing. A little shudder runs through him, and a new, warm wetness fills your pussy.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
The gold wedding band on Simonâs finger shines in the low lamp light.
This man is all yours. Forever. Til death do you part.
And yet, youâve never slept with him, never shed your clothes and become one. Not that the two of you have been entirely celibate your relationship. There were desperate moments when the two of you came together in the dark, but knowing that you didnât want to have sex until after marriage, Simon made the effort to steer you away from breaking that promise.
He didnât have to. He could have taken advantage. Itâs what plenty of other men would have done. But Simon isnât just any man. You told him what you wanted, and even in your most desperate moments when you begged for him, he kept you to it.
Now, the ceremony is done.
The two of you made a quiet exit after the dancing started. You thought youâd be exhausted, that the two of you might order some pizza and fall asleep to some reality show playing in the background.
But Simon is removing his tie, unbuttoning the front of his white shirt, black suit jacket tossed to the side. He glances over his shoulder at you, and you see a hunger there. There wonât be pizza or a reality show marathon.
âCome here,â he says, and your feet move without hesitation. His arms are powerful, ensnaring you the second youâre close enough to reach for. Simonâs fingers brush over the fabric of your wedding dress, tracing the beadwork and detail. âNeed help with this?â
You donât, but you give him your back anyway.
Simon takes his time, unzipping the dress like youâre a delicate present. The moment thereâs bare skin, he leans down and places his lips there. A little shiver runs through you, followed by a growing ache.
Hands sliding beneath fabric, Simon eases it over your shoulders, down your arms, and to your hips. You join in, helping it over your curves to pool at your feet on the floor. Simon caresses a line down one arm before backing away.
As you turn, he loosens his belt, opening it up to unzip his dress pants and popping the button. He walks backward toward the bed, easing down to the edge of the bed. Slowly, he falls back onto his shoulders, stretched out and a bit disheveled.
âGo on, love. Do what you want.â
All this time, youâve talked a big game, begged him for sex, described what you want from him when the time finally comes. Itâs here, and yet youâre frozen to the spot, gaze fixed on his muscled stomach.
âIâm all yours.â
Slowly, you walk toward him, placing one knee on the edge of the bed. Simonâs hand promptly reaches for you, resting against your thigh a moment before sliding up and squeezing. Though Simon appears in control of himself, you notice the way his chest heaves with every breath he takes.
Swinging your leg up and over, you straddle his lap. Both of his hands are on you now, groping and touching, dragging you closer to him until your bodies are sandwiched together.
âSimon,â you sigh, leaning in to brush your lips against his.
âFuck it,â he growls, scooping you up in his arms, and flipping you onto your back.
Pinning you beneath him, Simon claims your mouthâdevouring you like itâs his due. And you are not immune, wanting him just as much, pulling at his dress shirt to reveal more of him. Simon doesnât undress you, leaving the white bra, thong, and stockings untouched. Instead, he pushes the thong to the side, fingers seeking your arousal.
He drags his middle finger up and down your sex, groaning against your throat as he does so.
âNeed you,â he groans. âNeed to be inside you.â
You reach for his pants, shoving at them hastily, needing the same.
âTake me, Simon. Please. Want to feel you.â
Simon joins in your hunger, pushing his pants down enough for his hard cock to emerge. Youâre already grabbing at him, already guiding him to your entrance. You donât care that it might hurt, that you could be wetterâslicker. You just want Simon inside you. You want him everywhere.
With a low groan, Simon urges your legs wider, and then heâs easing inside. You gasp at first, the stretch of him a bit painful.
âYou can take me, love,â he murmurs.
Fingers digging into his shoulders, you burying your face against his throat as Simonâs hands slide under your ass to prop your hips up. It gives him a better angle to drive home, to fit your bodies together until youâre flush against him.
âMine,â he murmurs as his cock slowly slides out. âMine,â he repeats, this time growling as he thrusts forward.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
âWeâll go slow. Thereâs no rush.â
Kyleâs words are a comfort, a soothing balm against the anxiousness. Youâre excited, eager, but nervous all the same. You love this man. You want to be with him in all ways, especially this.
His kiss is slow and languid, just as comforting as his words. It is easy to trust him, to allow his presence to chase away whatever trepidation you hold. He cradles your face and your body, taking his time, showing you with his actions that his words have meaning.
Between kisses, Kyleâs hands roam, caressing and exploring. His touch is electric. Wherever his skin touches yours sends a small shiver through your body.
âAll good?â asks Kyle, pausing his delicious kisses, gaze roaming over your body.
âYes,â you breathe, leaning in for more.
He opens up, offering his own greed in return. When his hands start to work at your clothes, you happily help him, reaching for him as much as heâs reaching for you. Clothes are discarded, but Kyle doesnât faulter.
âYouâre beautiful,â he breathes, fingers dancing across your bare body. âDo you want to touch me?â
âTouch you?â you giggle, because youâre already touching him.
His smile is soft as he takes your hand and guides it to his erection. âHere,â he groans as your fingers find him.
Kyle does not instruct, he simply gives you permission to explore, to run your fingers along the length, to brush your thumb over the slit where a pearly bead blooms, to bring that thumb to your mouth to taste him.
âYouâre a bit salty,â you murmur, and Kyle chuckles.
Curiosity gets the better of you. As you press on his shoulders, urging him onto his back, you wiggle downward, intent on licking the next drop up from the source.
âWait,â groans Kyle, grasping the back of your neck. âDonât.â You glance up, not understanding. He shakes his head. âIâll be done in seconds if you do that.â
He urges you back into his arm, and then Kyle is kissing you again, the two of you exploring with your hands. As Kyle delves between your legs, you open for him, sighing with pleasure as the tip of one finger circles your clit.
âThis okay?â he whispers against your lips. You hum with contentment and Kyle shifts that finger down to your entrance, slowly sliding it in. âWhat about this?â
His palm presses against your clit as he penetrates you with a second finger. Your back arches, hips rocking forward to take more.
âThatâs a yes, love,â he croons. âRide it. Take what you need.â
You donât care if you look ridiculous, you only know what your body wants, and seeking it out. Kyle stays perfectly still, watching you ride his fingers, watching where his fingers disappear and reappear with every rock of your hips. The flat of his palm perfectly rubs against your clit, and it takes only a minute before your pussy clenches around his fingers.
âThatâs it,â he murmurs, kissing your jaw as your orgasm rockets upward and explodes, splitting like an atom bomb.
You donât even realize heâs withdrawn his fingers until heâs sucking them clean and pushing you onto your back. The head of his cock settles, and then presses is. You gasp at the brief resistance.
âYou can take me,â whispers Kyle. âRelax. Breathe.â
He doesnât move, just waits, and when your breathing begins to slow, he gives you a bit more. The resistance is gone, leaving only a delicious stretch that makes you feel utterly full.
Kyleâs rhythm is a soft rocking. You feel every inch leaving and then returning.
âThis is the pace. You tell me if you want more.â Kyleâs voice is roughâlaced with lust. You can tell that he wants to be a bit rough, that heâd love to hold you down and fuck you senseless, but heâs purposefully being gentle to not rush youâto make you feel loved and safe.
He kisses you as he thrusts, looking into your eyes, murmuring sweet words.
âMore,â you murmur, sensing the growing orgasm. You want to chase it, to find your end with him.
Kyle smiles, and urges your legs wider.
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