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DAVID CORENSWET as CLARK KENT/SUPERMAN SUPERMAN (2025) dir. James Gunn

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shy girl | shane walsh ✿

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summary: you’ve had the biggest crush on shane since you’ve met him, and somehow he finds out a man has never make you come before, and he decides to change that.

paring: crush!shane walsh x shy!inexperienced!reader

wc: 4.2k (mind u this was only supposed be 1-2k..)

warnings: age gap, pet names, biting, boob sucking, un-protected sex, fingering, piv, oral (fem), dirty talk, hair pulling, sweating (kinda), reader is highkey a down-bad goonette, talks about sex, pet names (sweetheart, baby, mama), staying quiet reader is in her early to mid 20s and shane is 39

a/n : i made this purely because 1. no one ever write for shane even tho he’s SOOOOOO incredibly fine 2. He’s just so so crazy and hot and 3. i think that gif is the sexiest thing i have ever seen! (all reasons = jon bernthal being fine) anyways enjoy i hope you’re wet by the end of this, that’s my ultimate goal! bye - aydella (p.s im sorry this took so long and i got lazy with the end of the smut part but i do wanna make this a series thing…smirks)

this was cross posted on ao3 @/freddiebensonsgf

SMUT UNDER THE CUT !!

You first met him when he rescued you during your hike to Atlanta, it wasn’t far from where you stayed originally and you figured there’d be more survivors in the city, you were right, but you almost became the monster that tried to eat you. There were walkers swarming you, you didn’t have much protection, and hell, you even didn’t know how to use a gun, but then like a knight in shining armor, Shane killed the walkers, and brought you back to the camp.

You didn’t mean to be so flustered by him in such a dire situation, but that was the sexiest thing that a man has ever done—as far as you’re concerned. It’s the way he swooped in out of nowhere, how his big strong hand held on into his shotgun, the look of concentration in his eyes as he lined up his gun with the walker, biting his lip, his big veiny arms flexing as he pulled the trigger, and grabbing your hand to get you in a car to bring you to safety. You know it’s insane to be so occupied by ogling a man when you were so close to death, but how could you help it? Look at the man, you were immediately swoon.

You haven’t actually said much to Shane after 2 months of knowing him. Of course you’ve had interactions and small talk, but you could hardly look him in the face, especially after you lay back on your cot, shove your hands down your panties and imagine all the stuff you want him to do to you the night before. There was one time you were carrying buckets of water from the lake, and they were bit heavy, you didn’t say a word or complain but there was Shane, “Oh don’t worry ‘bout that sweetheart, i got it” he said, as he reached down to grab the heavy buckets out of your hand, his hand grazed yours, and you could swear your were dripping. “And I like that hairstyle on you, it looks nice down,” he added.

You were genuinely losing your marbles. You left out a quiet “Thanks�� and he nodded, smiled, then walked away. Carrying those buckets in his hands with complete ease. The nickname, his hand touching yours, him complimenting your hair, if you told you to suck his cock right then and there with everyone watching, you’d do it. You were going insane, you had this school girl crush as if you were a teenager, obsessing over an older man who would want nothing to do with a shy, inexperienced girl like you. Hopeless.

Times when you saw him reach above his head and stretch, and the hem of his shirt went up with, you caught the tiniest glimpse of his happy trail that traced up his stomach, oh how want to see where it led to. He drove you crazy, and he was just being himself. Get a grip.

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It’s late at night, and the memories of your life in the past and the way things were, keep you awake. If you couldn’t fall asleep last year, you would’ve turned on the tv and passed out as the random show played in the background, but obviously you couldn’t do that anymore, so you went outside and walked to the center of the camp and saw that the campfire was still burning. You went over there to see if anyone was awake, there was someone, and it was Shane.

You’d usually walk away in fear of embarrassing yourself, or of saying something stupid but Shane probably sees you and it's rude to just…leave, without at least saying hi. His eyes darted to you as you approached closer to where he was. “Hey, you. What’re you doing up so late?” he asked, eyes following you as you took a seat across from him, “Oh- I just, couldn’t fall asleep, i guess..” you muttered, trying to avoid eye contact as much possible, lifting your hand up to scratch the back neck, something you usually do when you’re nervous

He shifted in his chair and tilted his head a bit, “Then what’s got your pretty little mind racing?” he questioned, his fingers fiddling with his other ones, what you said must have piqued his curiosity. It seemed like he was eyeing you down with a gaze you couldn’t pinpoint, but he’s probably just tired. But that look has got you wiggling around in your seat, a blush creeping up your neck and to your now flaming hot ears, “Nothing I, I was thinking about when I was in college.” you stammered out, you were internally beating yourself up for acting a hot mess when all the man did was ask you a simple question.

“Oh, I see,” he nods, leaning back into his chair, getting himself more comfortable. "Did you have a boyfriend before the outbreak?” he asks in a lower voice, you can feel your heart speeding up in your chest, darting your eyes to the warm flames that sit in front of you, you’re—embarrassingly—very turned on but the way he’s speaking and looking at you right now. You feel so incredibly seduced.

You're a bit taken back at the thought of your awful and probably dead ex-boyfriend and Shane asking you questions about your former love life. You start thinking to yourself “Why would he want to know? Would he- No, he’s just making small talk…Relax.” You let out a shaky laugh at his question, the blush on your neck creeping up on your cheeks now, “Well, I had one but he wasn’t any good-“ he cuts you off and lets out a low chuckle “In bed?”. You almost choke on your spit. This can not be happening. First the world ends and now this. Your breath hitched at his very suggestive question, your panties getting wet while you’re having a now lewd conversation with the man you've been intensely crushing on.

Hands rubbing together as you look down into your lap, you finally get a good look at him when your eyes shoot up to make eye contact. A faint smirk ghosts over his face as he watches you get all bashful and nervous because of him, you look up at him through your lashes for a little longer, hoping that maybe he’d figured out the answer without you having to say it out loud. He shook his head, quietly chuckling as he tipshis down, “So, I’m gonna assume I'm right” he looked back up at you, your teeth dragging your bottom lip in between them as you slowly nodded your head. Eyes looking everywhere except his face, shuffling around restlessly in your seat as your skin got hotter.

Your head shot up as you hear the grass under his feet as he’s slowly walking towards you, with a seductive look of lust drawn

across his face. Your eye’s never leave his as he takes a seat right beside you. They dart back down to the spot they've been staring at for the majority of the conversation. You feel his presence slowly leaning in to whisper in your ear that was scorching because of him.“Did he ever make you cum?”. A quiet gasp falls out of your lips as you jolt from hearing the lewd question roll off of his tongue. “Don’t be shy…look at me,” he teases, reaching his hand out, grabbing your chin with his thick fingers. Goosebumps dancing across skin, your panties are soaked.

Your head shakes no, as gaze into his dark eyes, “I’ve only used my fingers to…you know” you mumble, your heart is practically pounding out of your chest. His fingers move from your chin to move the hair off of your, stroking the back of your neck. The corner lips quirk up “Let's go to my tent, so we change that, yeah?“ he suggests, slightly squinting his eyes as he says the last word, you slowly nodded your head at his offer, your face growing even hotter at the thought of him rocking into you, moaning into your ear.

Your breathing speeds up after he takes your hand in his. You stand up onto your wobbly legs, they’re basically jello from how nervous you are. You follow behind him as he leads you to his tent, making sure you’re both quiet, so no one could hear or see what you two were about to get into. Once you got there, he let go of your hand to bend down and zip open the entrance. He raises back up to slide his warm hand down to the small of you back, guiding you into his tent. You ease yourself down onto his cot as he zips the entrance back up. You rub your shaky hand down your thighs to calm yourself down, you’ve always wanted to do this with him but you didn’t expect it to actually happen. You were beyond nervous.

“Remember. we gotta stay quiet…we don’t wanna wake anyone up.” he coos, dropping down onto his knees, his gaze lingering on your face, his lips parting as he slides his hands up your warm, soft thighs. Fingers sliding across your panties and up your waist to lift up your nightgown and reveal the body that was hiding underneath it. ”Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says under his breath. He drags your hips towards him, peppering soft kisses across your stomach, you bite your lip trying not to make any noises. Stomach tensing up as you feel the heat seeping into you. You almost fail as you feel his wet tongue glide across your skin, your breath hitches, and you clamp your hand onto your mouth.

Shane’s eye looks up at you as traces a line up your stomach. The feeling of his lips smirking into your belly drives you crazy. Leaving a trail up your chest. “Raise your arms up, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear, you nod your head, listening to him and sit up to reach your arms up so he can pull your bunched up nightgown over your head, tossing it on the floor. He sits up so his eyes can scan the beautiful body that’s sitting before him, his gaze is heavy with lust and desire. Feels like the same look you’ve been secretly giving him all this time. Your hands subconsciously start to cover up the parts of your exposed body, feel a bit self conscious now that you’ve finally got the attention from him you’ve longed for.

Before you could fully cover yourself, you feltShane’s big hand grabbing your forearm, “Hey, don’t do that,” he soothed, stroking your arm with his thumb. He must know how nervous you are. He scoots himself closer, so he’s more snug in between your thighs, and whispers into your ear, “You're beautiful, let me take care of you, yea?”. That calms you down some, but your heart is still beating out of your chest. A soft yeah slips out of your lips as he smiles up at you. He gently grabs your neck and pulls you into a slow, warm and passionate kiss.

Rolling his lips against yours, eyes fluttering close as you melt into him, your fingers sliding up into his soft brunette locks, tugging on them softly, the pressure pulls a groan out of him, the sweet sound falling into your mouth from the slight pressure. His other hand tracing the outline of your jaw, grabbing to pull you even closer, head spinning from the feeling of his teeth pulling on your wet bottom lip. Your lips part for his to slip inside, his skilled tongue swirling around yours.

Your hips involuntarily start rocking your swollen clit against his knee that's slotted in between your legs. The kiss getting sloppy and messier, his touch sending an overwhelming wave of arousal down to your core, teeth clashing together, moving at a feverish pace, hands grasping onto his shoulder, trying to keep up with his speed. He pulls aways to lay you down onto his pillow, he climbs on top of you and his strong, warm body hovering over you. He starts pressing soft, slow kisses against your neck and trailing them up to your cheek, you quietly whimper because of his being all over your body.

His lips brush against your ear “You know…” he begins, whispering quietly into your ear “I’ve always wanted to know what you tasted like.” This genuinely couldn’t get any better. Your eyes slightly widen at what he just said. If he’s serious, you guys could’ve had sex ages ago, but the thought of him stroking himself, imagining you splayed out for him or you sinking down on to your knees to pleasure him made you delirious. He lets out a breathy laugh at your seemingly small reaction, but you were internally losing it.

Shane’s eyes lock on your, as he moves himself down your body, grabbing your legs with ease and sliding them onto his strong shoulders. Gliding his hand up your thighs and hooking fingers under your lacy panties, slowly rolling them down your shaky legs, the wet spot from your arousal peeling off of your pussy. You whimper at the night air that’s cool against your clit, making your hips roll into nothing. His face gets closer to your dripping entrance, eyes squinting as he scans over it. “Shit,” he rasped out, his husky voice laced with that southern accent that gets you going every time. “You’re so wet” he mumbles, slowly dragging his rough thumb across your bundle of nerves, making your hips buck. He leans in closer, so that his face is perfectly lined up with heat, using his fingers to part your lip.

Sensing his tongue teasing your clit, he’s taking his time with you, making sure you feel as good as possible, and he’s doing a very good job. He can tell by the way your back starts arching off as he starts lapping your folds mercilessly, the lewd sounds of muffled moans and the gushing noise from the work his mouth is doing on your cunt. You’ve never in your life felt this type of pleasure before, your exe wouldn’t have dared to even try to go down on you. But Shane knows exactly what he’s doing and he’s doing it so right. Saliva is dripping down his chin as he eats you out like a starving man, hands gripping your thighs to pull you closer into his mouth. Your brow knit together as you try to control your noises, chest heaving as the cool air makes your sensitive nipples harder.

You almost break your “silence” when you feel his thick finger slide into your dripping hole, Shane notices you’re about to crack “Shhhh, you’re okay, baby..” he coos, using his non occupied hand to draw shape onto your inner thigh with his finger. You nod slowly as he begins pumping his finger into your pussy, your eyes basically roll to the back of your head from the pleasure, and the feeling of his smiling into your cunt doesn’t make it any better, your climax was stirring in your stomach, threatening to burst out at any moment.

With both his tongue and his fingers focusing on the heat in between your legs, you're about to hit your peak. You try to let him know, but all that came out was incoherent nonsense and you mumble out his name. Thank goodness he could understand what you're trying to say, and you don’t actually need to say anything because of the way your walls are tightening around his finger. He starts to move even faster, circling his tongue around your swollen nub. The action causes your trembling hands to jump into his hair, tugging it rougher than you mean to, but he seems to like the feeling of it. His husky groans shooting vibrations into your sensitive cunt, that sends you right over the edge. Eye screwed shut, head completely thrown back, hands tightening in his hair, your juices releasing onto his face.

You whine as he removes his finger from your cunt, juices leaking out as he does so. his lips lay down soft kisses on your lower lips and licks you clean. you’re both out of breath and even more turned on than you were before. his body moves up so that your faces line up. his hand reaches to the back of your neck gently, your lips crash together, you can taste yourself on his tongue as he twirls it around yours. he puts back from the sloppy kiss and whispers in your ear, “see how good you taste?”.

you look up at him with a dazed look into eyes, a crooked smile appears on his face as you nod your head slowly, smiling back at him. you clear your throat and quietly ask him “do you want me to…,” you begin, your hand reaching down to his crotch, the outline of his hard cock almost making you drool. you just know he’d stretch you out so well. He immediately shakes his head no, “this is about you, we can do that some other time” he coos, rubbing circles onto your warm skin.

some other time? this wasn’t a one time thing? if you still had your diary, your pages would be on fire from how much you would write about this moment. his hands slide down your torso, hands cupping your tits softly. his thumbs feeling your hard nipples through the thin lacy bra. the sensitivity making you shudder. “Can I take this off, doll” he asks as his fingertips trace the outline of your breast. “yes, please…” you mutter out, sounding more desperate than you hoped. but you are desperate. you can tell by the way your back is arching up into him as he touches your body. He smiles down at you and reaches underneath your back to unclasp your bra with ease.

“Shit…” he says under his breath, his words doused in lust. “ you're driving me crazy, baby..“ that sentence makes you whimper, lip trembling in between your teeth. you never want his moment to end. his head lowers down, finally getting your nipples some attention, using the tip of his tongue to circling around your hard cold buds, your eyes screw shut as you melt into the feeling. his lips pulling it into his mouth as he sucks softly, you wince in pain mixed with pleasure when Shane's teeth tug on your nipple slightly. enough to make your breath hitch and to make your hands wander making into his hair.

One of his hands made its way to your free and untouched nipple, and twisted it with his fingers, you gasp at the sensation, eye’s shut as you soaked up this feeling, wishing you could save it forever. Your bottom lip is wet and puffy from your teeth bit down on it. Trying to use every inch of your body to keep quiet. It was practically impossible. He continued to repeat his motions, biting, licking, twisting, sucking. His tongue moved masterly on you.

After he’s done kissing all over your chest, he finally starts unbuttoning his shirt, sitting up to remove the unwanted clothing of his body. his body. you could spend hours—no weeks, touching, kissing, his body. you’ve seen him shirtless of course. He's not a modest guy. You were bound to him walking around without a shirt on, and whenever you did, you knew exactly what you’d be thinking about while you “went to sleep”. Your eyes scanned down from his chest to the happy trail that disappeared into his pants that you wanted to rip off so badly. He smiles down at you when he realizes your ogling “Did anyone ever tell you it was to stare” he joked with that sexy flirtatious tone that hung off of his words.

Even though you're lying underneath him, fully naked somehow you still end up getting embarrassed. All these thoughts were racing inside of your head. Here you were, foolishly embarrassed, this man just went down on you, but luckily he found your bashfulness cute and charming. But just now, you could genuinely feel the atmosphere shift. The little jokey moment was gone when he looked at you with desire and want. His gaze is so seductive, you felt like he was looking into your soul. Like he could see all the fantasies you’ve crafted about him.

He lowers himself back to meet your face again, your wet, sensitive nipples pressed up against his chest. “You ready?” he whispers huskily, he eyed your face to make sure there wasn’t any sign of uncomfortability, and there wasn’t. You’re exactly were you wanted to be. The hottest guy you’ve ever met was current hovering over you, about to stick his dick inside your cunt. You look up into his eyes, mesmerized and slowly nod your head. “No, you gotta use your word, mama,” Goodness. You could cum from that nickname alone. The effect he has on you was such a problem, but there’s nothing in you that wants to fix it.

“Yes–I’m ready…please,” you rasp out eagerly. He sits back up for a sec to unfasten his belt, and take off his shorts. “That’s more like it..” he mutters, you could see his restrained and rock hard dick pressed against his boxers, begging to be taken out. And from what you could see, he is big—well, obviously. You figured by the way he would walk around like he had a snake in his pants. It's been a…while since the last time you had sex, and you've never had good sex at that. You were a bit nervous. You clocked your expression. Somehow your face subconsciously twisted up into worry. “Hey, don’t be nervous…I’ll go slow..” he coos, instantly removing that frown from your face.

He grabs his waistband and slowly tugs down, you watch intently as his thick cock springs out, hitting his belly button. His tip was red and hot, pre cum leaking down his shaft. Veins up and down his length. ”You see how hard I am because of you? You got me all hot and bothered, baby,” he purrs. The corner of his lips curling as he grabs your thighs so they could bend. Sliding his dick on your clit. You almost moaned, you felt like the most desirable woman on this rotting earth. His big hands grab on your knees tightly. He slowly moves his dick across your wet seeping fold. Shane’s lips parting as he watched himself glide across your swollen clit, his breathing getting heavier.

“Don't worry,” he murmurs, “I’ll go slow…” you smile softly and nod, you’re trying your hardest not to get lost in those damn eyes. He pulls your hip into a firm grasp with his hand and uses his other hand to line his big cock up with your sopping hole. You hold your breath as you watch him prepare to sink into your guts. He pressed his throbbing tip into you, and before you could get loud, his big hand clasped onto your warm mouth. You groaned into his hand, he stretched you out so well, it hurt but you didn’t want him to stop going.

He lets out a low and husky groan, broad chest rising up and down as he sits in the feeling of warm and tight cunt. Your loud whimpers are muffled by his hand as he works himself inside of you, Your eyes screw together from the pain but it felt so good. He leans down to muffle his own noises into your neck that were very soon to come. You didn’t really think about this, but this is the first he’s had sex in a while, he needs this as much as you do.

After a second, your hand lifts up to tap his lower back, letting him know you were ready for him to move. His hips leave yours for a moment so he can plunge deeper inside you. The outline of his thick cock moving inside of your slick walls. A shake breath left Shane’s lips as his hips slowly rutted into your. You loud filthy moans, muffling into his warm hand as the head of his dick fucked its way deep inside of you. “Fuck…you feel so good,” he hisses out, completely drowning in pleasure.

His strokes started to build up a rhythm, trailing his free hand down your stomach so his skillful fingers and circle your throbbing clit, making your back arch up against him once again. If only you two were actually alone, with nobody else around you. So you can scream out his name as loud as you wanted to.

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You both laid out across his cot, limbs tangled up in each other. You still could not believe the man you’ve been secretly admiring just rocked your world and gave you the biggest orgasm I've ever had in your life. You both wanted to stay there and wake until the sun woke you both up, but for now that wasn’t an option. You both got cleaned up and you unfortunately had to put your clothes back on.

But before you could walk out of the tent, Shane grabbed your arm. His warm touch was something you’ll never forget. He placed a gentle and soft lip on your now swollen lips. “Let’s do that again, yea?”

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degrading things simon riley would say during sex

simon had your head shoved down on the mattress with your ass up in the air. your back arched whilst his cock splits your cunt in half, plunging deep inside your gummy walls as you clenched around him, milking him dry. you had spent the whole day riling him with your bratty attitude, and now he finally had you at his mercy. “sweet lil thing can’t even take some discipline?” he taunted as he gently rubbed his calloused thumb over your squished cheek, “what a pathetic little mess.” his voice mocking as he took the sight of your runny mascara and hair all tangled as you sobbed from the pleasure. “spoiled lil thing aren’t ya? gettin’ wot yer want with my cock.”

“bet you like it when i treat you like this hm? gettin’ fucked like my personal flesh light.” simon grunted as he watched the way your cunt seemed to accomodate his length, stretching around his girth obscenely as it made the most lewd noises as he went back in, a white creamy ring formed around the base of his cock. he loved the way you moaned, he could hear the dryness in your throat as he continued to abuse your cunt.

gently he pushed the hair that was clung onto your skin covering your face, but you shyly pulled back, muttering a small sentence that didn’t quite reach simon’s ears. “aw luvie, don’t pretend you’re so shy now.” he cooed softly as his other hand gently rubbed your back, “got yer screamin’ just a few seconds ago and now you chose to be shy?”

he smacked your ass, the sound filling up the room paired with the sound of the bed creaking, his tatted hand fisted your hair, pulling you up right with your back against his chest. “look me in the eyes yer lil brat, give sum respect to the man fucking you.”

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୨ৎ — thinking about SOLDIER BOY holding you down and forcing you to take his fingers…

summary: left alone once again to babysit the infamous supe in a dingy motel, but he’s finally had enough of your quick mouth and rejection towards his unwanted advances.

warnings: smut, dubcon, forced fingering, mention of hitting/smacking, ben being foul, slight manhandling, forced proximity? (soldier boy x mouthy!fem!reader) 18+

wc: 2.7k

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you were curled up on the end of the motel couch, opposite soldier boy, trying to avoid meeting his dreaded stare. his lustful eyes roamed over you—you could feel the way he practically undressed you in his mind—and it sickened you.

he was a pig.

and he’d been a pig since the minute he’d met you, throwing out half-assed comments just to irk you, like how “women didn’t dress like you in his day” and how “thighs like yours are ones he’d be happy to die between.”

you were beyond repulsed by ben and more than tired of the constant barrage of unwelcome propositions. you thought he was revolting; you’d physically recoil anytime his booming voice filled the room with another vulgar comment, but somewhere deep down… there was always a tiny little flicker in your stomach that made your core clench.

“babydoll…”

eugh… you felt his gaze turn to you, abandoning the old army show rerun on the box television, and instead falling over you with an obvious desire.

“c’mon, don’t ignore me now. it’s rude, don’t you know?” he continued, dragging out his words, all low and velvety smooth.

you didn’t dare look up from your phone; you didn’t want to—engaging in any kind of conversation with ben was redundant. you didn’t need to hear the repeat stories of his glory days or the time he had sex with a celebrity that was long dead by now.

“hey, i’m talking to you,” ben huffed, tilting his head. “c’mere.”

that got your attention… unfortunately. you let your eyes lift up from your phone screen, meeting his, which shone with his typical glimmer of arrogance.

“there she is.”

you sighed, “can you zip it? just go back to watching your show.” you waved a dismissive hand at him and looked back down at your phone, intending to keep doomscrolling like you’d been doing since butcher dropped you off to ‘babysit’ this morning.

“jesus– can you not be on that fucking little screen thing for five minutes? i said c’mere. don’t give me attitude.” ben patted the sofa cushion next to him, the one between you both, his hand lingering on the fabric as he watched you, waiting.

“ben,” you lifted your gaze again, “i’m not interested in whatever little game you’re–”

before you could comprehend it, ben’s hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you over to him in one smooth motion. a loud yelp punched its way out of your throat at the sudden movement. he was quick to manhandle you onto his lap, his hands resting on the plush of your thighs.

your brain eventually caught up, and you huffed, angry and full of disgust. “no, let me off now,” you scoffed.

ben chuckled, the sound low and full of mirth. “no can do, babydoll. got you right where i want ya.”

you sneered and tried to pull yourself away, but ben’s hands were quick, tugging you right back down onto his lap, holding you there with a force that he had lacked before, dipping into his ungodly strength. “don’t. you’re staying here while i watch my show, toots. so get comfortable.”

the sneer on your face worsened—an ugly expression that pulled at your features. it only made ben smirk more.

“no, let me off now!”

ben tutted, shaking his head in amusement. “such a mouthy little thing. y’got no survival instincts, do you, darlin’? talking back to a man like me? i could snap you in half without breakin’ a sweat,” he mused, his calloused hands rubbing up and down your thighs.

you shuddered at his touch and narrowed your eyes at his words. “yeah? so do it then. snap me in half if you’re so fucking eager.”

ben laughed again, this time a deep chortle right from his core. “aww, angel, don’t poke the bear. i’ve hit a lot of mouthy little girls for less.”

“yeah? did you feel good putting your hands on them? do you feel good putting your hands on me, huh? do you feel big and strong?” you continued, letting your mouth fly as usual, an unabashed confidence dripping from your biting tone.

ben watched as you spoke, his face contorting with sheer amusement and intrigue. no girl had ever talked to him like that—so loud and unapologetically direct. it was a nice change of pace, ben figured, but he was not a man to tolerate disrespect, and so he decided it wouldn’t hurt to push you just a little bit further.

“oh, it felt real good, honey… but i bet it’d be even better seeing your face all red and blotchy from a few smacks. bet you’d be one of those blubbering little things, probably beggin’ me to stop cause it hurts or some other fuckin’ bullshit.”

he watched your eyes narrow once more, the cogs in your head spinning as you absorbed his words.

“you’re a sexist pig,” you finally spat out.

“yeah, maybe i am. but you’re not fighting to get off my lap anymore,” he chuckled, squeezing at your thighs.

you groaned angrily, starting back up again, squirming in his lap, trying to pull away.

“let go!”

“no, sweets. you’re stayin’ here until my show’s over. i want some company, and you’re the only one here.”

“i was fine sitting over there!”

“and now you’re fine here. so shut up and relax, or i’ll make you.”

your lip curled. you could tell by the look on ben’s face and the way his hands were massaging your thighs that he was serious. you didn’t dare acknowledge the strange feeling the contact was inducing in your stomach.

“no,” you tried.

“yes.”

“no, let me off.”

“nope, stay fuckin’ still. you can get off when my show’s over, alright? just another thirty minutes. you can handle that, can’t you? you’re a big girl,” ben cooed, though it was anything but sweet, instead a taunt to rile you up further.

you paused at his tone, taking a moment to study his face. his brows raised, his expression daring you to challenge him again, and his plump pink lips were still curved into his stupid smirk.

you swallowed down your bruised pride before sighing. “do you promise? thirty minutes?”

“i do, doll. thirty minutes and you can get up and sit as far away from me as y’like.”

you huffed, taking another moment to decide. you were beyond repulsed, but his grabby hands, which you knew hid scary amounts of superstrength, made you think twice.

“fine. thirty minutes.”

“mhm, just thirty minutes.”

ben’s head tilted at your words, his green eyes flickering between yours in satisfaction.

“get comfortable then, girly.”

you huffed, holding in a deeper groan of frustration, and leaned down, reluctantly pressing against him as you rested your head on his shoulder. your arms came around his head, and you settled in—albeit a little uncomfortably—and started scrolling on your phone once more on the back of the couch.

ben enjoyed the way you gave in and pressed against him, the complete contact of your chest against his lighting a fire in his stomach. “atta girl. get cozy f’me,” he cooed again, letting his arms wrap around you.

his warm hands gently rubbed up and down your back, somewhat mindlessly, as he went back to watching the television.

the time quickly passed, and your body slowly melted into his as your anger from before began to settle. you scrolled through your internet trash, whatever was on your feed, just to give yourself something to do as ben’s hands gently travelled over you.

though eventually, his hands had made their way down and met the back of your thighs, gripping at your flesh softly. you sighed quietly to yourself; you expected this—ben trying to cop a feel—so you ignored it, vowing to just push through until his stupid fucking show finished.

but as the minutes passed, ben’s hands got a little more confident in their exploration. you felt his fingers swipe along your clothed slit. you froze.

“don’t do that,” you huffed quietly, your head still resting on his shoulder.

“hmm, doll?”

“i said don’t touch me like that. don’t,” you warned.

but did ben listen? no, course not.

instead, he let out a deep rumble of a laugh and swiped along you again, this time with more pressure. you felt the pads of his fingers find your clit with ease, gently rubbing it through your shorts—which you were now regretting choosing to wear for the day.

your hips jerked, trying to free yourself from the unpleasant pleasure ben was forcing upon you.

“mmm, don’t. i said stop, b–”

“stay still,” ben muttered, his free hand holding your hip to keep you stationary. his other hand went back to playing with you.

“no, ben. i don’t– i don’t want you touching me.”

“yeah? you’re not fighting very hard to get off.”

you groaned and pulled back on his lap, now able to look him in the eye. you frowned.

“stop.”

your hand grabbed his wrist between your legs, but any attempt to pull it away was futile; his superstrength out-winning your weak hands any day.

“shh, shh, shh,” ben cooed. he let his finger stroke you harder through the fabric.

a moan escaped you, much to your displeasure, and you shifted your hips, frustrated at him and trying to ignore the drooling of your cunt.

“ben, stop,” you whined, trying to sound firm, though the sound was a pathetic noise, taking you by surprise.

“baby, you don’t want me to stop. just shh and take it. be a good girl for once.”

“ben–”

“shh, let me play with you.”

before you could fight it, ben had slipped his slimy hand under the fabric of your shorts and into your underwear. his fingers met your wet heat, and you whimpered—slightly in discomfort, slightly in anticipation.

“shit, so wet, babydoll. you’re a fuckin’ liar. don’t want this, ben. wah, wah, wah. just a little goddamn liar with a fountain between her legs,” ben mocked.

he let his fingers rub slow teasing circles through your folds, kissing your clit with just the right amount of friction to make your pussy weep more for him.

“don’t want it,” you whined again, “don’t– please.”

a huff exited ben’s mouth. “yeah, sure you don’t. that’s why this pretty pussy is gushing for me right now. s’why you’re getting all huffy and stuttering. just sit back and let me make you feel good. it’ll shut you up for once.”

you frowned and let your eyes fall shut. you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of a response. you stayed splayed on his lap, your thighs spread over his meaty ones as he played in your underwear. his fingers moved quicker, toying with your swollen bud with expertise.

you felt the clench of your stomach, and your hands shot out, grabbing his biceps for stability.

“oh, there we go. you’re close, huh? yeah, that’s it.”

the noises you made were whiny and loud, stuttering breaths that were half in fight and half in pleasure. your hands gripped at his firm muscles as your core squeezed, fighting off the wave of ecstasy from washing over.

“c’mon, now. just let go f’me, doll. i can feel this pretty pussy holdin’ out on me.”

his fingers rubbed harder against your tender nerves, the friction slickening up your pussy in preparation—what a traitor. you squeezed and whined, your hips jerking around in his lap as his fingers moved through your folds.

“cum, baby. c’mon,” ben murmured, watching your face scrunch and twitch, reacting to what he was doing between your thighs.

one final circle over your clit forced open the floodgates and let your orgasm rip through you. you moaned loudly, collapsing against ben’s front as he rubbed you slowly, drawing out your high. your slick covered his fingers more, and his free hand met your back, rubbing up and down your spine soothingly.

“mmm, there we go, honey. did that feel good? you liked soldier boy doing that to you?” he laughed, letting his fingers wander through your tumescent folds.

you whined into his neck as you felt them tease your entrance—his fat fingertips circling around the sensitive opening, sending electricity flying up your spine, dizzying your brain upon arrival.

“answer me.”

his voice was sharp but hiding a gentleness behind it, like he wanted you present with him.

“mmm, yeah…” you mumbled out against the tanned skin of his neck.

“yeah, baby? was good?”

his middle and ring fingers circled your opening one last time before slipping in. your jaw dropped at the pleasant stretch, and then a moan toppled out as he curled them up into the spongey spot that made your hips buck forward.

“oh, that’s it,” he hummed, rhythmically curling his fingers against your gspot. “such a tight little pussy for me. squeezing my fingers like crazy, sweetheart. s’like a little virgin cunt,” ben laughed.

his amusement continued as he fingerfucked you, drawing out your sweet melodic sounds of pleasure. you melted against him entirely, willingly letting him violate your pussy with his slimy fingers that had a history of violence but now were gentle and calm inside your slick walls.

ben revelled in your moans against his neck, the pretty sounds sending all his blood down south to his slowly engorging hunk of meat. you could feel it pressing into your thigh under his sweatpants—the sheer girth of it making your head spin as you thought about taking him inside you.

you whined into his neck again, feeling the combination of thoughts and his fingers driving you closer to finishing a second time.

“shit, listen to you, babydoll. so fuckin’ mouthy before, but all i needed to do was plug your pussy with my fingers and suddenly you’re a broken little slut,” ben chortled.

“don’t be mean,” you muttered out meekly, your breath ragged as your orgasm impended.

“oh, baby. this ain’t me being mean. i could be a whole lot meaner if you’d like me to.”

you shook your head into his neck, letting out a soft hum. ben chuckled, still forcing his thick digits into your hole, his curling motions almost like he was digging for gold inside your gummy walls.

“gonna cum for me again?”

you nodded. “please.”

“oh, there we go. that’s a good sweet girl. so polite, using your manners like that. that's what i like to see.”

ben’s fingers moved faster, making your core tighten again around them, working you up right to the edge again with his quick dexterity. his free hand held the back of your head into his neck, his thumb softly rubbing up and down your nape. 

“c’mon… let go for me.”

you followed his instructions, which was so unlike you, and he felt your cunt drool and flutter around his fingers as another melody of moans escaped your mouth, travelling right up into his ear.

“oh, good girl… goooood girl,” ben hummed and turned to place a gentle kiss on your temple as he fingered you through your second high.

your core continued to clench around his fingers, coating them in your sweet juices as they dribbled out onto his palm. you couldn’t help yourself from groaning into his ear, the sounds ragged and breathless—like you’d given up, like you weren’t fighting him anymore.

as you simmered down from your peak, and your walls stopped tightly hugging his digits, ben slowly retracted his now-pruned fingers from inside you. you hummed into his neck at the empty feeling, and he chuckled, his clean hand pulling you away from his neck so you could look at him.

ben raised his hand covered in you, his fingers and palms both drenched in the juices he’d managed to pull from you with ease. “you don’t get mouthy with me anymore, got it? cause look what i can do to you… the next time you need an attitude readjustment, i won’t be so nice.”

his eyes stayed on you as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking off the slick from his skin, tasting you. he groaned loudly, and a smirk grew on his lips. “shit,” he pulled his fingers away, “such a sweet taste for such a nasty piece of work.”

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— clark kent x virgin!reader

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“s’not gonna fit, clark…” you whined as you laid on clark’s bed- the plush mattress cradling your naked body. you stared down at where clark kneeled between your legs- his cock in his hand.

he was a big man in every sense of the word- his broad shoulders that took up the elevator when you two rode it together, his large hands that seemed to envelope yours- and his cock.

his length was hard and heavy in his palm- you could barely fit your hand around the base, no way it would fit inside. his tip leaked as you stared at it. where he hid his eagerness in his expression, it showed in how his cock twitched as his eyes graze over your body.

“it’ll fit, sweetheart.” he assures, his free hand reaching out to brush a stray hair from your face. “made sure of it- got you all soaked n’ ready for me.” he coos, leaning over you now. his thumb presses against your bottom lip that had turned down in a pout- as if trying to wipe away the expression. “i’d never hurt you on purpose.” he promises.

you draw in a breath and nod, legs spreading a little wider to make room for him. he settles in between your legs, his eyes darting between your bodies and your face.

“just- tell me if anything feels wrong, okay? we can stop anytime okay honey?” he hums, his voice a soft comforting tone. you nod again, your heart thumping in your chest so hard you hear it in your ears.

you whimper when clark guides his tip in, the fat head disappearing into your weeping hole. clark kisses your lips gently. “jus' the head, baby- s'okay.” he says.

with one hand braced beside your head while the other grips his cock, he strokes his shaft a few times before he lines himself up with your weeping cunt.

"oh my-" he chokes out at the first brush of his tip against you—hot and slick and perfect. his hips jerk instinctively (can’t help it), dragging a broken whimper from you as he sinks in slow, muscles trembling with the effort not to just ruin you in one thrust.

the stretch is brutal- you could barely hear clark’s praises over the blood rushing in your ears and the intense sting of his cock splitting you open. your nails leave crescent shaped indents in his biceps. it was almost overwhelming- almost made you want to call it quits.

till you feel clark’s rough fingers circle your clit gently- a jolt of pleasure running up your spine. he kisses your lips a bit deeper now, swallowing every whine you let out. he pulls away to watch you, his dark eyes flickering with adoration. "breathe, pretty girl." he says when he realizes you were holding your breath. you let out a long shaky breath, head feeling hazy. "that's my girl." he praises.

you feel the head of his cock brush your cervix and you let out an extra loud whine, squirming slightly. “oh- ah- sorry, darling.” he murmurs, shuddering slightly. he looks down between you, panting slightly from the restraint.

“that’s as far as i can go.” he says softly, his cock pulsing slightly. “i’ll stay like this for a sec, yeah? tell me when to move. you’re doing so good.” he praises, stilling inside you so you could get used to the stretch. he peppers kisses over your face, so patient and so gentle.

he kisses the tip of your nose when you let out a strangled whimper. "i know baby, i know." he coos. "m'so proud of you, sweetheart- taking me so well." he praises, his large hand running up your side.

forehead dropping against yours, breath ragged: "you feel... gosh, ah—" his voice cracks, hips stuttering when you clench around him.

your chest rises and falls with each shaky breath and clark kisses away tears you didn’t even know you shed. “so perfect for me, sweetheart- takin’ me so good.” he hums, thumb brushing away the tears on your reddened cheeks.

you swallow thickly, feeling the stinging pain dissipate until all that’s left is the delicious fullness. you let out a soft breath- tongue darting out to wet my bottom lip. “y-you can move.” you nod.

his thrusts are slow and measured- like all he's focused on is making sure he doesn’t break you. his hips stutter slightly at one point, his head kissing your cervix again. you let out a ragged moan, eyes shut, lips parted.

"open your eyes, sweet thing." he hums. kissing your parted lips gently. when you do, you see a gentle smile on his face. this wasn't the smile he used for when he saves civilians from danger, or for strangers on the street, not even for his closest friends- this was for you. an expression of pure adoration and devotion.

that night, when you're fast asleep on his chest- clark just stares. if everything else fails, clark knows one thing for sure;

you were made for him.

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— simon riley x reader

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'eek hi guys srry ive been gone so long- been busy with work hehe- n e ways i hope u enjoy this!'

yours, dolly

simon was never one to care where he had you- as long as he could get his cock in you, wether that was your cunt or your warm mouth. any hole worked.

“cmere luvie. meeting aint happenin’ for another hour.” he grunted as he leaned back in his chair, large hands flexing over the arm rests. his eyes flitted down to where you were- on your knees right in front of him.

you squirmed in your spot- the prospect of sucking simon off in such a risky spot both nerve wracking and arousing all at the same time. “si…” you whined, your glossy lip jutting out in a soft pout. “someone could walk in…” you complain, yet you’re already shifting closer to him.

simon tutted softly, hand undoing his belt and pulling his already hard cock out. “you think i give a fuck who sees, love? quick your complain’ and suck my cock like a good girl.” he grunts, not waiting for your response as he grasps the back of your head- tugging you by your hair towards the weeping tip of his cock.

you let out a soft indignant squeak- but oblige anyway, not like you could ever say no to him anyway. “you’re lucky i don’t bite it off.” you grumble as you wrap your pretty pink lips around his fat tip.

simon lets out a gruff laugh, tilting his head back against the chair as his hand holds your hair back. “too damn good for me. bloody perfect.” he growls, looking down at you as you take him into your mouth. poor little thing- you can only take half of his monster cock until his tip nudges the back of your throat.

you wrap your hands around the base of his cock that you cannot suck- bobbing your head slowly as you roll your wrist over the remaining skin.

simon groans, his head lolling back as he guides you with your hair. his mask is pulled up over his nose, his jaw clenched as he’s relaxed completely against the chair. “could stay in this mouth for hours, luvie. fucking perfect.” he huffs out. his hips buck up almost involuntarily- making his cock nudge down your throat.

you gag slightly, whining against his length. “oops- sorry, love- couldn’t help myself.” he chuckles lowly. you continue to bob your head, nails digging into his strong thighs- fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

“atta girl, jus’ like that now.” he praises, voice rough and barely controlled as he stares down at you through hooded lashes. his thumb brushes away a stray tear with something dangerously close to admiration. “s’good f’me.” he grunts, words becoming slurred like he was drunk off the feeling of you.

simon’s boot scoots forward- nudging your clit through your pants- and you let out a gasp against his cock. he lets out a rough laugh as you buck your hips against his boot- desperate for any friction.

“fuckin’ greedy for it, huh?” simon hums, hips bucking up slightly now- fucking your throat. “bet y’could cum just like this. dirty girl.” he grunts, lips parting as he watched you.

you whine and squirmed slightly, hips rolling forward faster against his boot- the pressure making your head reel. you let out a whine of warning.

and oh, he fucking knew what that sound meant.

simon’s smirk turned downright wicked as he glanced down at you for a split second—just long enough to see how wrecked you already were. “pathetic.” he muttered under his breath—but the roughness in his voice betrayed how much it affected him.

his fingers tightened possessively in your hair again, keeping your movements slow and controlled even as your hips stuttered against his boot like you couldn't help yourself.

his boot pressed harder against you—ruthless and unrelenting as it ground down just right. “gonna cum on my goddamn boot?” he grunts, hips thrusting up- pubes tickling your nose as you tried to hallow out your cheeks for him as he used you.

“fuckin’ priceless, luvie- like a goddamn bitch in heat.” he pants. “gonna cum in your mouth- then cum in that pretty little cunt of yours.” he babbles as his thrusts into your mouth get sloppier. “need all yer holes dripping with me.” he groans.

then? he presses the tip of his boot against your abused clit even harder. “cum on my fucking boot.” he commands- and your body obeys like it has a mind of it’s own. you convulse against the leather, moaning against his cock as the pleasure slams into you like crashing waves.

simon groans as he watches you- pushing your head all the way down as he spurts thick ropes of his salty release into your throat- making sure you don’t waste a drop.

you gag slightly- swallowing every drop as you ride out your high. and then, because simon is an insatiable man- he pulls you up and lays you out onto the table like you weigh nothing.

'fuckin' perfect," he growled, hands immediately hiking your skirt up roughly as he crowded between your legs on the table—papers and files scattering everywhere under you.

there was no *gentleness* here—not with simon. he bit down on your lower lip hard enough to sting before pulling back just enough to smirk at you, his breath hot against yours. 'look at ya… all messy 'n desperate f’me like some kinda slut."

his grip tightened around your thigh as he pressed his hips flush against yours—leaving no room for misunderstanding just how affected this whole situation had left him too. "gonna ruin ya right here where everyone can hear if they listen close enough."

a promise? a threat? maybe both.

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hi cutie!! can you please tell me how did you do edit or in which app you did the many pictures in one as in your pinned? tryna do my own page cutesy 🤏🏼 if it's not hard to tell!! luv u ♡

i just use picsart to make a collage usually hehe

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hi guys hehe sorry i’ve been inactive i literally have been working non stop but im here now hehe trying to work on requests!!!

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just realized we hit 200 followers what if i cried

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hi girl, i love what you post, but I just want to ask, don't reader or the cod characters get stds when having that type of sex? im not hating, just asking <3

hmmm well irl that is a very real possibility - but obvi my fics are fiction, so idk its just not a thing i think abt. but irl PLEASEEE use protection when having sex!!!

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— simon riley x reader

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simon was better than this- he knew this. or, he thought this. he thought himself a tough man. but, seeing you across the pub with a random guy’s arm draped around your shoulder while you giggle at his stupid jokes make his hand clench around his beer bottle.

he watches as the man leans in to whisper something- and simon can feel his stoic facade cracking as the irritation builds in his stomach. he knew he told you it was just a hookup. you weren’t *technically* his.

so why did he feel so damn angry as he watched you and this random man? he just now realizes that soap is talking to him- something random, something he doesn’t care about. he responds in grunts of acknowledgments every now and then- his jaw clenching under his mask as he continues to watch you. “aye- LT- y’even listenin’?” soap asks, tilting his head curiously as he looks at simon. simon watches you with furrowed brows, not missing the way the man’s hand trails down your back.

“i’ll be back.” simon grunts- shoving his beer bottle into soap’s hand before making his way towards you. his movements are swift and sure, his eyes are boring into the side of your head as he stands next to you.

“needta talk t’ya.” he says quickly, catching your attention as you look up with him with confused wide eyes. god, he wants to take you right here on the bar. right in front of this nobody- which, simon now looks at. “fuck off.” he grumbles- and before the man can protest, simon is grabbing your wrist.

he drags you out the front door of the pub- and into the nearby alley. he doesn’t hesitate before pushing you against the brick wall- his face inches from yours. “the fuck you think yer doin’ ?” he grunts, his nose grazing your cheek. you blink, lips parted and cheeks already flushed. “jus’ talkin’? i-i’m not allowed to talk now?” you mutter, trying to remain confident but his proximity is sorely hindering that.

“talkin’” simon repeats, not letting you go. no, instead, his grip on your wrist tightens, just enough for you to feel it. he pins you with that look. the one he gives you right before he’s about to devour you- like he’s seeing just how far he can go. "is that what you want, doll? y’want him to touch you?" his voice is low, almost a snarl, his eyes scanning your face. it’s like he’s daring you to respond. daring you to say ‘yes’. you look up at him, your heart thumping in your chest as you swallow thickly. “no.” you mutter out meekly.

simon barely lets the word leave your mouth before he's kissing you. he’s not gentle; it's rough, possessive, intense. he kisses you like his life depends on it. your eyes widen a bit from the sudden contact before they flutter closed- kissing him back with an eagerness rivaling his.

his scarred hands find your waist, pulling you flush against him. he's breathing heavily as his tongue invades your mouth, a mix of anger and desire that makes your brain dizzy. simon bites your bottom lip lightly before pulling back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your skin. “you’re mine." he speaks, his accent low and rough. he’s not asking, he’s telling. he says it like he’s scolding you for not already knowing.

before you even finish, he’s turning you around- pushing you up against the brick wall. your cheek smushes against it- your chest heaving as you feel him push your dress up. “fuckin’ soaked, luvie.” he mutters, examining the wet patch left on your cotton panties.

“tell me-“ he starts, tugging your underwear down with a swift motion. “who did this? me or ‘im?” he asks, his fingers spreading your folds. you mewl, your hands pressing against the wall to find purchase.

“y-you.” you pant, your knees feeling like jelly. behind you, simon smirks, and you hear the jingle of his belt being undone. “gonna fuck you right here- ‘ave to remind ya what this cock does t’you.” he mutters. you let out a gasp as you feel the head of his meaty cock glide down your puffy cunt, nudging your clit- making your head spin. in one move he sinks his cock into you, hunching over you like a dog as he mouths your throat.

“fuck-fuckin’ hell, that’s it- fuck.“ he groans like a man starved. your eyes flutter shut, your legs trembling as he pistons his hips in and out. “this fuckin’ pussy was made f’me, god-“ he pants, two hands moving up to grasp your shoulders. each thrust knocks the air out of your lungs and bruises your cervix- at times you’re worried he’d fuck straight up into your womb. “s-si! ah- fuck!” you cry out, hot tears of pleasure running down your cheeks.

simon chuckles, head tilted back as he fucks you. “want- god- want you t’feel *all of me*. think bout this next time you feel like flirtin’ with another man.” he groans, his pace brutal. almost mean. it doesn’t take long before your legs give out, but simon is fast. he grasps your waist, pulling out of your abused cunt- a whine falling from your lips from the emptiness. he quickly spins you back around, picking you up and hauling your legs around his waist.

he’s inside of you again in an instant- fucking up into you like it’s the last time he’ll ever do it. you wrap your arms around him and bury your face into the crook of his neck, moaning and crying into the skin. “that’s it, can feel your cunt squeezin’ me- y’bouta cum?” he pants, hands gripping the skin of your ass as he uses the leverage to fuck you down into his cock like his own personal fleshlight.

when you let out a cry and nod, he chuckles in your ear. “filthy lil thing, cum on my cock, luvie.” he grunts, adjusting you so he hits that spot in your cunt that makes you dizzy. you scream into his neck, thighs trembles as you cum- arousal gushing over his pulsing cock. you cry and writhe against him, simon still chasing his own high.

“bloody hell- my perfect fuckin’-“ he groans deeply, hips stuttering as his cock twitches inside you before spurting thick ropes of cum inside you- painting your cunt white. you pant, head resting on his shoulder as a mischievous smile creeps onto your lips. “so does that mean we’re a thing now?” you question, a giggle falling from your lips.

simon rolls his eyes, patting your ass. “always been, love.” he huffs.

DOLL2SICK— est. 2025 © do not copy or publish my work to any other platform!

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angels are protecting me in mysterious ways

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Do you ever talk to your mutuals?

not really i just post things and hope they fall in love with me

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the daddy issues you didn’t know you had were definitely showing through whenever you were around simon. he’d say things like,

“you say yes sir, y’understand me?”

“watch your fucking tone when you talk to me, puppy.”

“sit down, hush up, and listen to me, sweet girl.”

“who the fuck d’you think you’re talking to, lovie?”

“good girls do what they’re fucking told.”

he’ll kneel in front of you to massage your feet after a long day of work, working his way up your legs while praising you. “these strong calves, my big girl s’working so hard.”

and don’t even get me started on where he grabs you to get your attention. his hand is constantly grabbing the side of your hip, even hovering right above the globe of your ass sometimes.

if the two of you are in a crowded room, he’ll wrap his arm around your waist and rest his palm over your tit, squeezing softly every time you look up at him.

and in bed? bitch, he’s using a fucking chain. a sweet little collar with a heart on it attached to a few silver links that he’ll tug when you’re being bad.

“just look at’cha, panting like a fuckin’ dog. you like being treated like a dog, baby?”

every tug around your neck was an instant shock straight to your clit as you took his cock from the back, your cheek smushed into tear soaked sheets.

he’d swat your ass if you were being a brat, “quit your crying n’come already.”

and every time you squirted around his cock, spraying the base of him and his heavy sack, he’d say something like, “wow, would’ya look at that, she can do tricks,” as he feels your walls pulsing around him. “fuckkkkk, do another one, speak bitch.”

you could barely function after your nth orgasm of the night, but you knew too well what would happen if you didn’t do what he said. “yes-mmph- yes sir.”

and the aftercare? he’s as sweet as pie, caring for his precious lover who’s taken him so well. he’ll wrap you up in his warm arms and peck every inch of your face, “did so well for me, y’know that?” *peck* “m’very proud of you, sweetheart.”

this is shit but whatever love you guys bai!