#๋࣭ ✴︎ {🐇}

[punkkture]

{ mdni } wc: { 238 }

on the way back from an undercover mission where you and simon had to play lovers as a married couple, attending a gala to get intel on enemy buyers.

you honestly don’t know how you ended up like this. maybe it was the far too many drinks you had and the simple way the glittering dress bunched up around your waist.

simon’s feet firmly planted on the backseat floor of the car while his hips were harshly thrusting up into your dripping little pussy. you’re drunk whines and moans fed his every movement.

“ah- ah- s-simon!” your voice would squeal out every time the fatty tip of his cock would graze past your sensitive spongy spot and right into your cervix.

your back moving against his chest, his breath being felt against your neck.

“baby you’re so tight . . i would’ve fucked you sooner if i knew your little pussy was this pretty,” he groaned.

he was so big. oh god you were just creaming around his thickness. every thrust making little drips of your slick flow down his shaft and leak into his suit pants.

the very best part was how price didn’t even mind. he didn’t bother to ask any questions when simon and you nearly stumbled into the backseat of the car making out.

it was only a matter of time before he pulled over to join in. . .

[rowanrosemarie]

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[doje108]

⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ 🧸 𝗡ame 𓂃 ✿

₉ ₆ ⁶ ₆ ( ᴓ˟⁘ ᶻᶻᶻ ¸𓏲࣪ ˚.꒷ 𖤐⤸₊˚ ִֶָ ❜ ✧ ᵎ ⊹ ִֶָ ╱ ᨳ᭬ ⸝⸝ 🕷◞ ◜₉ 𖤐 𖤐 ¹ ៹ キ 𓍯 ꞋꞌꞋ 精神。ꜛ𓏲♡̸ 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 ִֶָ ִֶָ 𓏲࣪𖤐🕷⋮ ଡ଼ ꉂ 𓉳 𖤐 ˖ ࣪ . 𑁍ࠬ ⊹ ࣪˖⁩ ₁ ❟ 𖠅 ١ 𖡼 ִֶָ ̽𖧧 ָ࣪ 𖧵ֹֺֽ໋໋݊ 𓄹𓈒 𓏲 ๋࣭ ꕤ ۰⸼ ۫𓂅 ᐢ⸼⸼ᐢ ࣪✦𓂃 ᭥ ̗̀ ̖́𓏲 ❟♡ : 交 響 ₍⑅ᐢฅ́˘ฅ̀ᐢ₎𖧧 ָ࣪ ⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪ . ❜ ﹫𝘰𝘤 ⊹ ִֶָ✧ 𝘧𝘤 ᵎ ִֶ 𓆦 𓏲 ˖ ♡̷̸⁩◞／❥ 𓆷 ᤴ ⸒ ۰ 旗᭟ ；♡̷◞⃕ ⸼ ₉ 𖥶 𖤣 ࣪ ˖ ꜜ ٪ ࣪ ִֶָ 𖥧 𖤥＇、˖ ָ࣪➹ ❛ ᭣֤ࣨ 𑁍֤ ┉┈ 𖣠 ⠀ོ⁩⠀𖥽 ⊮ 𖣽 ⵢ 𑁍. 𓂅 ꜜ ଓ ♡̷̷۫۫ ꕀ 。♡𖤐 𓃠 ◞ 🕷𝘖𝘖 ִֶָ✧ : ᕱ ᕱ ❛ ♡ 𓂅 𖧷 ꜜ ᩠ ❥ 𓏧 ◟ ༉‧₊˚ ❜ 𑁍✧ 。ꉂ ៹ % 。⸗ ꕤ ˖ ⸼ ❛ ⌗ ↺ ❛ ⤹ ꞋꞌꞋ ִֶָ ꙳໋͙ ⌑ 𓆫 𓌖 ⊹ ࣪˖⁩ 𑁍 ོ⁩❟ 𓏲 𑁍 ꓹ ݃ ﹔𓂅 ˑ ִֶָ 𑁍 . ﹙٫﹚ ૂ ࣪᪥ 𒀭࣪⋆ ✵ ٬٬ ،، · ࣪𐇵 ❟ 𓄹 ࣪˖ ˖ ࣪ 𖧷 𖡎 ◞ 𓏲 ࣪˖ 𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 . ࣪ ˖ ∿ 𑁍 ˓ ⊹ ָ࣪ ˓˓ ˒˒ ، ˖ ࣪𑁍 ˖ ՚༹ ˙˖ 𖥔 ،،̲ ﹕ ، ݃˓ ༨ ༢ ༣ ◜｡◞ さ˖ ࣪⊹ ִֶָ ᯽ .ﾟ‪‪༘༘ ˖࣪ ✦ ଘ ◡̈ ❛❜ ٫ ʾ ִֶָ%˓ ᵎ ✦.˚ ࣪.`⌁ ◜◞ さ˖ ࣪⊹ ִֶָ ᯽.ﾟ‪‪༘༘ ˖࣪ ✦ ଘ ◡̈ ❛❜ ٫ ʾ ִֶָ%˓ ᵎ ✦. ࣪.`⌁ 𑁍 ࣪ ˖ 𓂅 ゲムꜜ ´ ִֶָָ࣪ 𖥔՞˖࣪ ٪ ˖ ݁ . 𔘓 ؛ ៹ ָ࣪❟ ⎙ ⊹ ꓹ ─ ๑ ⨟ 𓂃⁩ᵎᵎ 𖤐 ҂ ╱ ♯ ⸝⸝⸼ ،،﹫♡ ❜ ꒷ ₉ 𓄰 ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ャ ヽִֶָ𑁍⌕ ʾ ✦᭟𓈒 ᤳ⊹ 𓄼 𓏲𓏸˙˖𓏲 ִֶָ 𓄼𓈒๋ ⊹ ִֶָ ꓹ 𐂂鬼 𓃨 𖥊❟៹ꜥ ﹆⊱𓆇՞.𖥨 ℋ𖧦𔘓𖥔•͈ ┈─❟ʾ 𔘓 〞⸒﹗˖ ࣪ ˓༅ꪳ𖧧 :hearts: ¸࣪ ꩜ⴰ ࣪˖𓂅⁩ ᪥㌐ ₀₀ ♡ ៸៸ ｡ ⌗𝓜r. 𝓔s͟t͟p🥨 ☘︎(⩇⩇:⩇⩇)🌊 *⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀₊ ˚ name ꒰꒰🎀꒱꒱✿‎ ۫ ‎‎Ho𝐦e | 快適 ꕀ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ㅤ˳️ꔫ ָ֢ haerin ݁ ˒ 𐙚 . 𝓟 ret͟t͟y͟ Bas͡ιc. — ֹ   ₊ ᐡ��ᐡ ᯣ_ᯣ ^ᵕ^ ˘ᗜ˘ ᵔ ∇ ᵔ ✿ ֹ ∗ ִ ★  𓈒 ◌  ❀ ㅤ۫ㅤ♡ . ✶⠀𓈒⠀⠀𓏸⠀ 𓇼   ׅ     ֺ ࣭ ︵͡ ⁺ 人 𝅄 ׁ ˳ 🎹 ˖ ׁ ⁩ 𖣠 ⠀ֵ⠀⠀෧ ⠀ ?̸⠀⠀ ೀ⠀ 〹   ׅ     ۟   . ꪆ୧ ✴︎ ㅤ︒ㅤ۪ㅤㅤ⬭ㅤ* ✵ㅤ ִ ⩇⩇⠀ ݁ ⠀ ⁀✧ ֗ ๑ ✦ ㅤ҉ ⠀ ᳙ ꜜ  𐙚᭄　  𑆪ིྀᩧ　 ︶ྀི　  ᭢ຶ⵿ᩤ᭔ ꒰ ͟͡ 𖣁 ͟͡ ꒱　 　 　  ༩ᭊ　  ˌ̫̮೧ູ 𓊆ྀི 𖡄̽ᭂ 𓊇　 　   𒑟ৣৢ　 𖢅𝅮 ꦿ   ིུ͠༄　 𖡄̽ݴ᭄ᭂ   ིꨩ𒊒‧̍̊   ⃟͚̊▞♥︎ ❀᭢᜴꤬⠀⠀⠀⠀ ✿ ‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̥°̩̥‧̥·̊ ✿ °̩̥‧̥‧̥ ‧̥˚̩̩̥͙·‧̥·̊‧̥ ✿ ♥︎̼̻ ⠀ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𖣁 ❦꫶ུ⃛ᰭ 𓈒ིུ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ཐི♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ° ꒰ ͟͡ || ͟͡ ꒱ ͏͏ ཆི❤︎ཆྀ 𓉳̸ ▊▍ ꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚︶꒷꒥꒷ 📂 #⃝𝟶𝟸 (๑¯̆ ᴈ¯̆๑) ⸜(♡'ᗜ'♡)⸝ (─‿‿─)♡ ₍ᐢෆ ·̫ ෆᐢ₎ ˚ 𓈒 ⨾ ˖ ݁ . 𔘓 ؛ 𓆸﹫ ˖࣪ 𖥨• ꒷ ࣪.𖤣𖥧˚.𓂅 ˓ 𓏲ᵎ ٬ ᤷ ៶𖥨 𑁍ࠬ ˖࣪𖧧 ָ࣪᪥ ˖᯽ ⊹ .꠶❥ 𖥔 ،، 𑁍 ࣪˖ :ribbon: ʕ•̫͡•ʔ𓏲࣪ ˖࣪ ✶ ๋࣭ ◜ :postbox: ◞ ִֶָ𓄹 ˖࣪ :tulip: 𓏲࣪ ִֶָ﹫៹ 生𔗫 ִ ֗ :hocho: 🕷 ؛. ָ ֺ 𔘓 ꒷꒦ 𓄹 ࣪ ˖ 🏴‍☠ ٬ . ִ ֗ ៵ʾ ◗ ⊹ ᳝ ࣪🛢🧇◌ ִ ໋.ˑ ִ ᥐʾ ֛ 𖥻 ࣪ ᳝ ◌ ̸ᵎᵎ ˖. ࣪ 𖦆 ִ ་ 𖦹𓏲 ˖╲ ࣪ ! : 𖥔࣪ ˖ :rabbit: :ribbon: ¡ ℒ ִֶָ ⊹𓂅⁩ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა 𓂃𑁍 ࣪˖ 𖦹 :rabbit: 🩰⋆ Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰ . ¡! ⋆ ࣪. 🧠. › ᐢ • ˕ • ᐢ ˖ ݁ ˓ 𖣠 ! › :ribbon: ๑・ꈊ ⍝ ʔ 𓏲·˚🦴🧠 𖦆 ͙ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ⑅₎ ⊹ 𖡼 ָ࣪ ˖ 𓏲࣪ 🥛🩰 𓄹𓈒 ˖ ࣪ ꒷ ꐑꐑ ! ‣ 𒀭 ˓ 𖣠 ، :tulip: :rabbit: 🦷˖ ▹ . › 𖦹 ! ✦ ˖ ٠ :bathtub: › ✸ 🧠🥛˖ ۫ ،،̲ ˖ ࣪ 𒀭◞ ฅ ࣪ ˖ :rabbit: :bathtub: 🩰 ∘ ، :rabbit: :tulip: :trolleybus: ࣪ . · 𖣠 ˖ 𖥨៹ ─╌ ˖ ࣪ ٬ :ribbon: :thought_balloon: ࣪ . ` ✸ ⌁ ▹ 🧠��🥛 ꞌꞋꞌ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ˖ ࣪⭑ ❙❘❙❚❙❘❙❙❚❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘❙❙❚❙❘❙❙❙❚ 〃𒄬 🜲 ❜ ࣪ :electric_plug: ִֶָ ،،̲ ✶ :newspaper: ◗. ` 🏴 ⌁ ⚔ 𖥔 🏳 ࣪ ˖ ⁽⁾𖥻𝆬 :love_hotel: :grey_exclamation: 𝅄᠂ ⭒ ֢ ꜥ 🥛 ⋅ 🧠 ⩇ ʿ 𓄹 𖠗 :ribbon: ۫ 𔓘عدد متابعينك___🌷___ حلمك

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اي فكرهـ منشـــن @🐇

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شروحاتي🎀🫶🏻

(واذكـر ربك اذا نسيت)

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اي شي منـشن🐈🌸

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احــــبـــكـم

~لا اله الا الله~

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ممنوع اخذ افكاري🕯❕

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خلي هون هدفك🩹🍃

اي شي تبين له شرح منشن🌟

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استغفرالله 🎀

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نصائح لطيفه 🐰🫧.

ارد الاضافه بس للبنات🫶🏻💗

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احبكم🐈‍⬛🩷

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اي فكره حلالك سويتي بس منشن🐇🤏🏻

[punkkture]

dead dove warning - simon who pokes holes in the condoms; heavy breeding fetish

wc: { 480 }

simon can't get the idea of you pregnant out of his head. seeing you all big with his baby. tying you to him forever. its making him gnaw on the inside of his lip anytime he thinks about it.

he assures you he went to the drug store and picked up a new pack of condoms, which he did - he just didnt tell you how the second that you went out with your girlfriends, he spent a good ten minutes getting it all set up. opening the box and poking the tac-pin through the center of each foil three or four times, just for good measure.

he had to make sure that you stayed off your birth control and that your body would be changing in a couple of months. he needed it. he needed you to be with him forever and ever.

by the time you came home, you were honestly drunk enough to let him cum in you with zero protection, but he wanted to make this a test run.

"aw is my pretty baby all outta' it?" he muses with a smug smirk on his face while hes pulling your clothes off and dragging you to the bedroom.

youre laying on your back on the plushy blankets, sliding off the lace panties while he settles between your legs, rolling the condom down his thick cock.

"you have fun tonight?" he mumbles while getting down on all fours, chucking a little when you slur out an incoherent 'yeah'. he grabs his aching and leaking cock in his hand. he knows it going to work because he can already see a little bit of his precum dripping down and out of the small holes.

hes fucking into you so hard that a yelp is escaping with each moan. your shaky hands searching for his skin to grab on to, tightly squeezing and drawing blood to let him know hes gotta calm down. did you really think he'd listen? with the plan hes got in his head right now?

of course hes not slowing down. not with a pussy as tight as that squeezing around him. or how his pretty girlfriend is starting to whimper and tear up a little from the force at which his thick cock is pounding in and stretching you out.

"shut up sweetie, you can take it, jus' shut up"

hes letting it all go, thinking of getting you to swell up and to be tied to him for life. how your hips are gonna widen and make room for his baby. how your tits are gonna be huge and he can't stop thinking about squeezing and groping every pound you gain. hes losing it.

only calming down his breathing when he pulls out and sees the small amount of cum in the condom, knowing the rest of it is making its way into your womb.

[punkkture]

need to verbalize my desperate need for mr nonchalant businessman simon

mdni: ddlg , size kink

wc: { 1050 }

he’s busy at work, he’s always busy at work. sitting in his at home office, looking over paperwork tapping his pen against his desk. those worn out hands holding hours of tension from his day using them. gripping the pen a little too tight, his eyes felt heavy as he read over each word.

but when simon saw your gentle frame walk in through the door, he softened. his straightened back relaxed and he could sigh out and finally have it not be in a bemoaning way.

“what’re you doin’ outta bed, honey?” his voice grumbles lowly.

your sweet and soft nightslip looking even better in the subtle glow of his desk lamp. a gentle shrug as you walked over to him. bashful yet shameless all so effortlessly. his low eyes watched as you padded over to him, fragile hands grabbing at his chest. “can’t sleep, need you” was all you breathed out. his precious girl all tired but not tired enough to doze off on her own.

simon nodded, he always understood. “okay honey, you wanna stay with me while i finish this up?” he mumbled against your temple as you settled on his lap. your chest nuzzled into his.

it was soft and sweet for the first ten minutes. his left hand rubbing your side and back, sometimes playing with your hair as his other hand continued with the paperwork. it was a comfortable silence.

still quiet even when your hips started rutting against his lap. he let you do whatever you needed to do. you were his angel.

of course he would let you do anything you wanted.

his strong hand helping your little motions while his eyes stayed focused on the paperwork in front of him.

but you could barely stay like that for five minutes. needing more already. and you couldn’t interrupt him like that when he was so busy with work. so you asked a soft question you knew he would be happy to agree to . . . “can i use you for a little?”

of course he would let you. nodding his head, eyes still on the paperwork. gently taking his hand off of your side and pushing back in his chair so you could get his suit pants unzipped.

fragile and delicate hands taking out his thick cock and palming it until it was hard enough to stick in. the most you got from simon was a gruff sigh occasionally, but his eyes didn’t glance away from his work. signing his signature on a couple documents as you started to ease the first inch in.

he only acknowledged your actions by placing his hand on your waist. not a tight grip, but definitely not a soft one.

"easy, little baby" he mumbled.

you were never too good at listening when it came to something you wanted. even after years of being with him, the girth of his cock never got any easier to handle. so the tight soppy hole was almost burning in pain when you shifted down a little too quick.

"what did i just say?" simon breathed out softly when he heard your yelp. giving your hip a gentle swat to let you know that was a bad move. then moving to rub the bridge of his nose, his mind was pounding from all the paperwork he had done today, but there were at least two more documents that needed his attention at the moment.

the last thing he wanted to worry about was his precious girl getting hurt because she's too sensitive and dumb to know her own limits.

that entire time he was reading over the words and analyzing the numbers as best he could, your cunt was squeezing him in. fucking yourself on the first four inches of his cock while the wet and sticky slick leaked down the rest of his shaft - coloring his already dark suit pants an even darker cashmere stain.

fragile and delicate nails grabbing at his shirt, your face nuzzled up against him while letting out soft pants. simon sighs out, grabbing your hips and easing you down on the rest of him. heavy fingers digging into the little bit of fat there and helping you bounce up and down softly.

once you eased up to his thick eight and a half inches, his hands released their hold and let you do the rest of the work. his eyes going back to the mind numbing paperwork.

simon could never and would never get enough of your sweet little mewls and purrs as you let your fingers dig into his button up and rock back and forth in his lap. not moving up and down, but instead rutting on his cock. like you didnt even want to think of letting some of him slip out. it was cozy almost, knowing he was right there.

the sweet sounds just got too much for him. it wasn't his fault, not really. but he did feel a little bad when he picked you up off his cock and slammed your back down on his desk. crinkling some of his papers in the process.

but every man has a limit of what they can take and endure. you were his vice. simons warm hands holding you down forcefully on his desk while pistoning in and out. groaning at the way his ears started to ring from the over abundance of pure euphoria.

"pussy's always so warm"

shoving that thick cock into you so hard it made a cute little bump form at the bottom of your tummy. eyes that couldn’t leave the sight of his and his stuck exactly on the way you were leaking around him and onto his desk . simons eyebrows curved pathetically and desperately as he drank in that view.

your legs bouncing back with each one of his eager thrusts. “ah-!” leaving your lips like unheard prayers with glossed over eyes struggling to stay steady.

"you wanted this though, didn’t you baby? you wanted daddy to get you all tired out before bed?"

and of course he kept going until you had creamed out around him two or three times. making sure his little baby was all snuggled up and tuckered out before he took you back to bed where you would stay this time.

[punkkture]

᧔ྀི simon being a big buff alpha military breeding machine ᧓ྀི　

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༉‧₊˚. dead dove warning: abo dynamics, breeding, maybe a lil noncon but not really

.ೃ࿔*:· —  dressed in close to nothing, youre shoved into this cold concrete room, hearing the door fastened shut behind you. the stinging of the floor scraping against your skin distracted you from the overwhelming smell in the room. 

its harsh and ravenous, almost like the air was begging to be sucked in. a humid yet strangely cold confine. it smelled like an alpha in a deep rut. but this was stronger than anything you had ever experienced. 

a pair of sweaty hands grabbed you off the ground - choking you at the base of your neck. finally meeting with the source, his eyes were half lidded and damp hair was falling into his face. if you hadn't gasped and looked up immediately at him, his eyes would've looked all black. easily pushing close to three hundred pounds of muscle and toned fat, it was a mammoth of a man. 

stretching tendons seen under the skin on his frame that shined with sweat. his body heat alone was the sole reason the room was so humid. 

you let out a choke as his thick fingers dug onto your neck. your eyes were wide as you looked up at him. gasping for air, and not even because of the fingers around your neck, the smell alone had your body purring. 

he knew that this facility took full advantage of his ruts. besides, how could he say 'no' to being sent omega after omega with the lone purpose of making sure they got pregnant. he was already a sleaze for pussy when he wasn't in rut. 

his build wasn't even a question. arms built for strength, a body that was made to be put under stress and tension. pure submission was flowing through your bloodstream and straight into your heart and brain. his presence was infiltrating the entirety of your soul. 

and you liked it. 

it was only natural for your primal instincts to want this. especially with a man like him. he smelled like safety, vigor. being in the state you were in right now, all you wanted to be used for was to carry his kid. beyond desperate for it. 

his body was so punitive against yours. veins flexing as he ripped apart the little clothing you had on, making sure you were open for him. but ready, he didn't care if you were ready. you were made for this, right?

taking his leaking and rigid cock and prodding around until he felt your weeping hole. shoving you against the cold wall and ensuring you couldnt move more than he allowed. he really did feel like he was a passenger in his own body right now. just moving on basic instinct. and god, the growl that came out of his throat was melting you down into a puddle.

it was a sharp and loud whine that left your lips. but your mouth only kissed against the cement. there was no sense of intimacy, it was clear it was just something he needed. your body however, it was in pure elation. it was otherworldly how his pheromones were being pushed down your throat. 

he was in a frenzy. no attachment, just raw and carnal desire. the only thing he could think of was getting you stuffed full of his cum, doing anything it would take to make sure you got pregnant. 

and it was such an offensive position he had you in, your feet barely touching the ground while he kept you smushed against the wall, just bullying his cock in and out of you with no mercy. the sound of growls, moans, and squeals were too busy taking up each of your mouths. 

it hurt so fucking good. your ears were ringing the second he had you in his hands, and adding in the sensation of a thick nine inch cock filling you was making everything numb. gasps of air were being shoved out of your lungs with no time to even process what was happening. 

his palms were huge, holding you against the wall that could only be used as leverage for him to get deeper. one of his hands was just as big as your tummy, placed over it and pressing down, as if you weren't tight enough. 

in a sense of desperation, you reached back, trying to get your hand to push some sanity back into him. "s-slow down!"

the brute didnt much appreciate it. slapping your hand off of him and holding it down at the curve of your back. "shut up. dont touch me."

his hips pushed all the way against your ass. getting the fat to push up against him as your brows furrowed and such a pleading sound came out. he could barely fit himself all the way in and the pain from how he was stretching you open only made everything feel more numb.

one thing he did with you that he hadn't done with any of the women sent before, his nose was stuck against your neck. trying desperately to not bite down on the soft skin. it smelled so good it was making his eyes water. he was now the one letting out whimpered snarls, his brain was slowly eating away at itself.

every moment he made was fueled by an unfed hunger that demanded to be satiated. he had no problem holding your body down or pulling you back against his hips. he was trying to get you to keep up with him.

your cunt was just leaking against him so shamelessly, he had a slick covered pelvis that was already starting to seep down onto his thighs. it was such a disgusting sight in all honesty. nothing besides raw need and overwhelming primal desires. 

the mountain of a man only had some semblance of reality returned to him when you were stuffed full of at least three of his loads. the cold cement floor was comforting now. giving release to the dangerous body heat between the two of you. 

he was panting overtop of you, your back on the stone ground and legs that were finally let go of. the second he pulled out, ounces of his cum could be seen pouring out. so he grabbed your legs one last time, and squeezed them shut - keeping everything he could inside of you. 

there was no kiss, no reassuring words, but he gave a firm pat to your tummy as the only bit of appreciation.

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[punkkture]

any thoughts about how Simon would feel about certain kinks/ habits in the bedroom??

oh em gee, my version of simon is such a gross perv tbh . . .

{ mdni } wc: { 582 }

— simon is infatuated with you looking dumbed down and fucked out of it. he wants his warm cum all over every centimeter of your soft skin. he wants to see you painted in his white hot ropes. and to be honest, that’s really why he never cleans you up. it’s not because he doesn’t care . . . it’s because he cares too much.

why in the world would he wipe his cum off of your face or your pretty tummy? it’s right where it’s supposed to be. he always takes out his phone and gets a couple pictures of the sight.

“my gorgeous girl, so pretty”

— i just know this man has a breeding kink. i know it deep down. it might be because he doesn’t like the fact you’re without him when he’s gone on deployment — or maybe just because he’s never had something so important and special to him in his entire life, he is just infatuated with the idea of having a family with you.

but you can assure that the second he comes home from work, even if it’s only a short week long deployment, he has gotta have you underneath him in a mating press. not missionary, no, he’s gotta have your legs pressed right up against his shoulders while his left hand holds your ankle. his right hand is busy keeping himself propped up because he’s practically folding you so hard.

he can never get enough of your face when he cums so deep into you that you swear you ‘felt it go into your cervix’. it was probably just the overstimulation of his tip bruising that spot inside you, but it made him feel good to hear you say that nonetheless.

“so good baby, take it, i know you can take one more . . jus’ one more baby please”

— simon is definitely an ass guy. he lovesss grabbing and groping you in public. no matter how many times you swat his hand away from your backside, he always just gives a short chuckle and plays it off. only for seconds later to do it again.

he’s got a real thing for doggy because of it. the sight of his cock burying into you from behind and his rough hands leaving red marks and prints on your ass just makes him melt.

“baby c’mon . . . i was just playing i didn’t mean to hit it that hard . . ‘m sorry”

— i’m never going to retire the overall picture of perv bf simon. i think about it all the time and you guys should too. like he is nasty. he has such a thing for filming you when you don’t know. keeping your head shoved in the pillow as he fucks into you from behind with one hand, and his phone filming the sight of you pushing back against him to meet his thrusts in the other.

whenever he’s away on deployment he uses these videos to help himself. he misses you so much. he could easily spend the day going to the bathroom six different times just to jerk off. sometimes when it’s bad, all he needs to do is look at your pretty face.

he has no shame in sending you videos of him coating his abdomen and hands in his cum. hoping you use them to get off just like he does to your videos.

“see how bad i miss you? see what you do to me? god i can’t wait to get home to that pretty little cunt”

[punkkture]

p!link

this one makes me last ten seconds every time , can’t stop imagining this is me and simon <3

dead dove warning - kidnapper simon , masked , hitting , noncon ? maybe ? yeah . . noncon

{ mdni } wc: { 223 }

just can’t stop thinking about simon’s big strong scary hands holding me down tightly. arms pulled behind my back so i can’t go anywhere.

it’s avaricious, borderline brutal as all i can see is the dark and heavy eyes behind the mask. muscles poking out from the tattooed skin on his arms. he’s never been inside something so precious and sweet.

maybe it’s just his emotions getting the best of him, but he’ll go from holding my throat and wrists, to wrapping his beefy arm around my neck and pulling my face turned to look at him. his cock buried so deep inside i can barely breath, let alone whimper and try to make sense of what’s going on.

being jolted back down to reality a little when his gloved hands slap my face. "that's a good girl" he breaths out while rocking his cock in even deeper, being sure to keep my face looking up at him and my eyes on his.

pounding in so harshly and desperately my cunt can’t feel anything besides the hard thickness of him. easily being fucked stupid and mindless until his cum is pouring out and kissing right up against my cervix.

low growls coming from his mouth when he finishes, gloved hands tracing over my body as if he’s giving a soft form of gratitude.

[punkkture]

pls need ddlg simon and reader

dead dove warning - ddlg, power dynamic, big age gap, perv simon

{ mdni } wc: { 1118 }

simon knows his pretty baby is just a little too stupid and dumb to tell him when its too much. so he pushes that line and tries to see how far she'll let him take it.

he coos and chuckles gently when he first tries to kiss his tip to your little sopping hole. hes fucked you so many times by now, and every time its perfect and everything hes ever been hoping for. it was just for his own sick little satisfaction that he wanted to see what you'd do when he tries to shove all of him in there for the first time.

"you're a big girl right?" he muses while his hands move your fatty hips to be nestled into the bed. he smiles softly when your sweet and pure lips mutter the word, 'yes'. every time you spoke it was prayer to him. he never knew angels had such a pretty and delicate little body. "yeah . . you're a big girl now, and big girls can speak their mind and tell daddy when its too much, right?" simons warm voice harvests the same comfort a warm blanket in a blizzard feels. but his tone let it be known that this was not the first time hes had to talk to you about this.

he could've chuckled a little when you nodded. he admired your naivety, he really did. it was his job to be the one to take care of you. where would you be if you didnt have him? who would order the food and drinks for you at a bar and restaurant? well who would be there to make sure you brush your teeth? it made it happy, made him feel warm.

simon knew he had to get you ready for him, especially if he was going to be pushing your limits and helping you find your voice this time.

hes standing at the foot of the bed while you rest on the edge near him. legs spread out and eyes ready to follow every command he utters. his eyes are focused down on the pretty pussy he's kissing his tip against. "got such a cute cunnie, baby" he muses while keeping his eyes down.

there's something so sweet about how the idea in his head is to help you find your voice, it didnt even cross his mind that maybe he likes seeing you squirm a little more than usual.

your legs twitch when you feel an inch of him slip in to just the hole for a second. pulling out and sliding against your soppy folds. sweet little whimpers parting your lips and gracing his ears. his hand stays firm around the base of his cock, letting you yearn for more before he gives it. "so sweet, honey,"

it only took seven minutes for you to be whimpering and pawing at him for more.

so hes rutting his cock into you for a little bit. only shoving five of the eight and a half in. its what hes alway done. hes learned to be a content man who's happy with what he gets. but the way your wet cunt getting his shaft to glistening in every moment hes pulling back just to fuck in - it just got too good of an offer to pass up.

those endless dark eyes glance up to your face when he pushes in another extra inch. he caught on to your little cracked squeak between the moan. but it wasn't the word he wanted to hear. he shoves in another and felt a little bad when he heard your yelp.

"daddy, too big, 's too big" you whimper to him.

"shh baby . . it'll be alright. biigg strettchhh" he muses while trying to get his fat cock all the way in there. he needs you to tell him when to stop. and he could've doubled over when he finally felt your warm pussy wrapping around and soaking his entire shaft.

the first couple seconds when hes all the way in there are bearable, but when he pulls back to give you that breath of release, it makes it feel like his almost nine inches are tearing you in half.

its making you pant and mewl. being fucked into the warm bed while the hard and thick girth of his cock is stretching out the tiny hole that needed three months to just get used to the first five.

simon is letting out breathy groans, his feet struggling to stay planted on the floor, he wants to just let go. but he started to see those tears prick in your waterline. he knew you were overwhelmed, you just never said the word he was looking for when this happened. like you were too stupid to know your own limits.

"you look like you're gonna cry, baby," he teases lightly. "you gonna cry for me?"

your head shaking 'no' being strong. it wasn't that bad you thought, you could take it, if it meant making him happy.

he chuckled when you told him no. "you tryin' to be brave for me?"

a coo escaping his lips when you nodded your head yes. he was blessed with such a sweet baby. he pushed his finger in your mouth for you to suck on. hoping to soothe that ache you were trying to get over.

feeling your warm and sticky mouth drooling around his finger, your teeth grazing against him, trying to not bite down. "cmon baby, if youre overwhelmed, tell daddy."

he was panting along with you now, that pussy was just sucking him in so easily. squeezing around him as it clamped down every couple of seconds from the sheer overstimulation.

you always stayed so docile for him. even if your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were glistening and teary, whimpers and whines keening from the lips that struggled to stay wrapped around his finger. chest panting in supple heaves as the bulge of his cock buried deep in your tummy. he chuckled at the sight, going harder, getting those whimpers to turn into yips.

"such a tight little pussy, baby." he purrs.

the wet squelching sound of his cock bullying into your pussy was mixing into a heavenly sequence with your sounds. he was growling and groaning while pistoning in and out of that tight little hole.

hips stutter and deepen the thrusts when his cock twitched and emptied out into you. warm and hot spurts of cum nuzzling into your cervix and not daring to spill out. simon leaves his spasming cock to settle after a couple seconds and pulls out, wiping his sensitive tip over your pulsing little clit.

"we gotta work on speaking up, baby."

[punkkture]

hi! i love you blog!

your puppy hybird fic was so good, i literally can’t stop drooling over it! begging for part twoo please!! 💗

price x f!reader x simon

pt. ⁰⁰₁ - pt ⁰⁰₂

word count: 6.2k

dead dove warning: hybrid!reader, owner!simon, ddlg, john + simon really do treat you like a dog.

— it felt lonely in the cage. your skin pressed up against the cold metal as tears glistened your cheeks. the room filled with nothing but gentle sniffles and the sound of metal clinking together - your little collar and the lock in the crate. your puffy tail being the only thing to cover your body, soft fur acting as a featherlight hug.

the incoming heat didn’t help. a tangle of cold sweat and hot flashes, jittery fingers and itchy fangs. thankfully, the cramps weren’t bad yet. but your heart just felt so empty. did simon mean it? did he really want to get rid rid of me or even get me sterilized? he called me a bad dog.

repeating in your head like some sick mantra as his angry tone still bounced off the walls in the bedroom. you sniffled, wiping your wet nose as the door opened.

it wasn't just simon this time, it was john too. the tip of your tail wagging just the smallest amount. your eyes were trained on simon, but he couldn't care to look at you right now, instead grabbing one of his duffle bags and going to the closet.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion behind the metal crate, getting up to watch him disappear into the walk-in. john though, came over over to kneel down in front of you.

"hey sweetpea . . . you had a pretty good bite, yeah?" his voice was gentle and didn't carry any of the harshness simon's did. "'s alright, know you didnt mean it" he scratched at your scalp from between the metal.

you leaned in to his soft scratches and caught a glimpse of simon going from the closet to the bathroom. still just focused on what he was doing. was he going somewhere? are we going somewhere?

just such a curious little thing.

john continued to itch behind your ears and the top of your head until simon was done and came back over. he did look less mad, but he still held a lot of animosity in his scent. he grabbed the key and unlocked the crate.

"you . . are going to stay with price for a while, mkay?" simon said while pulling you out of the spot you were in. picking you up as he handed john the duffle bag. you looked at john with big wet eyes as simon held you. your face just peeking over his shoulder.

his words didn't really register. you were just happy to be back in simon's arms. your nose prodding at his neck and sniffing up his scent. your legs tightened around his waist, your heat just getting worse.

"what?" you mumbled quietly as your form bounced with simon's big steps down the stairs.

"you're going to stay with john for a little bit. until this heat is over." he says again, his tone blunt.

your eyebrows furrowed, ears perking up in curiosity to look at your owners face. but he didn't look down at you. just grabbed your coat by the door before walking out. confusion eating away at you as you were placed into a truck that didn't smell like what you were used to.

"b-but" you stuttered uselessly as he buckled you in. simon gave a soft pat to your cheek. "be good . . . don't embarrass me." was all he left you with, a soft kiss on your face before he closed the door.

you whined gently. looking out the window as john and simon exchanged a few words. you couldn't make out anything. and that scared you. your whines got more persistent as you watched simon walk back inside the house. you were never far from him. the anxiety was tearing you in half right now.

john opened the drivers side door, setting your bag and coat into the backseat.

"where's simon? where are we going? why isn't he coming?" you whimpered desperately, your chest staring to heave in little nervous pants as your tail puffed up.

the truck didn't have simon's smell. the cigarettes weren't his.

he started the truck and gave you another gentle scratch behind your alert ears. "he's just bein' a little stubborn right now darlin'. youre gonna stay with me for a couple days."

and no matter how many times someone said it to you, it still made no sense. what if he never came back to pick you up? what if you were stuck away from him, forever?

your whimpers turned into little petulant cries of anxiety as the truck drove away from the house you were always used to. warm tears falling down your cheeks while the night got even darker.

the night was cold and crisp. price's ranch was located a little ways outside of the town simon and you lived in. the drive was quiet and peaceful, aside from your twitched whimpers and cries. it felt like the darkness of the night closed in around you.

after a short while, the truck turned off the main road and down a gravely side path. his houses warm lights spilling out into the night like a hopeful beacon.

you let out a choked sob, looking around as panic filled your body. you wanted simon, you wanted to be at home with simon.

price turned off the engine. stepping out and stretching with a soft crack. he approached the passenger side and gently opened the door for you. "c'mon sweetie. simon wanted you to stay here for a bit." his voice comforting as he outstretched a hand for you.

you stayed in the truck. tail curled around yourself. still too timid to get out. "why? what did i do? is he that mad at me?"

he felt bad for you. he could see how scared you were. he let out a weary sigh, closing his eyes before speaking. "you didnt do anything wrong," he reassured.

leaning against his truck as he tried to coerce you out. "you know simon well enough to know he never gets mad without reason. but he's got his reasons, and its not somethin' you did. you've been a good girl, okay?"

he took one more deep breath as you looked at him with big wet eyes. "come here darlin'. lemme help you out." he patiently waited.

the night air was quiet, save for the sound of bugs chirping and trees rustling. it was a peaceful night. a gentle breeze that teased against your hair. he was willing to bear with your tears and panicked energy, knowing it was just a bad mix of your heat and attachment to simon.

you finally found enough courage to climb out of the truck and into john's arms. a soft sniffle leaving your lips while your tail wrapped around your body.

he guided you to comfortably rest in his arms while he moved to grab your things. "there you go . . . youre safe with me, alright?" he murmured, trying to soothe the tension in your body. he could feel your body continue to shudder with tears and little choked sobs. just a little puppy that missed her owner.

and it was hard for you to comprehend. why would he let you out of his sight? he promised to never let you out of his sight. your body was wracked with emotions and john could feel it. trying to ease your heart with gentle touches and soft words.

"i know it's scary right now, but you're not gonna be alone. i promise."

he carried you into his house, it was a cozy home, but you didnt feel comfortable in a space that wasn't your own. you wanted to go back home. the pictures on the wall weren't of you and simon and there wasn't a dog toy at the turn of every corner. the scent of wood, leather, and cigarettes hung in the air, giving some comfort to how simon smelled.

as he brought you further into the house, he set down your bag. taking a seat on the couch and settling you into his lap. john looked down at your trembling form. his eyes meeting yours and he could feel your unease. he wrapped a comforting arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

"you're not in a strange place, sweets. you are right where your owner asked me to take you. i promise you're gonna be okay." a gentle kiss placed on your forehead. his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "and i sure as hell ain't gonna let somethin' bad happen to ya' while you're in my care."

you appreciated his soothing techniques. but you missed simon. and you were clear to let that be known. “i miss simon” you sniffled and cried with soft tears.

his expression softened. he knew your attachment to him was strong. "i know darlin'. but sometimes our loved ones have to take a break. i know it's hard but it's not forever." he continued to hold you tight.

he gently tilted his head, resting it against yours as your soft ears folded against his cheek. his gaze fixed on a framed picture of him and simon taken several years before.

"simon loves you an' i know he'll let you come home when he's done whatever he's doin'. just hang in there sweetheart. ain't much longer and you'll be back with him where ya' belong." he crooned sweetly. his hand rubbing soft circles on your back.

you just continued to sniffle quietly. his words helped to slow your tears. after a few moments of comfortable silence, he spoke up to you again.

"you want me to get you somethin' to eat? or anything to drink?" he asked with a soft voice. you blinked through heavy tears that clung to your thick lashes.

“i don’t know” you whimpered sadly. everything felt so incomplete without your owner.

price stifled a little chuckle. you were such a soft and sweet thing. how could simon ever be mad at a little angel like this. "you want somethin' sweet or somethin' salty?"

that piqued your interest. simon never let you have sweets past 7 o’clock. “s-sweet” you sniffled.

he nodded in acknowledgment. he gave you one more squeeze before carefully placing you on the couch next to him. "i won't be gone long." he reassured while walking to the kitchen.

you looked around the living room. it was much different than the walls you saw every day. his home was a blend of rugged toughness and soft charm. it would be inviting if you weren’t here under such circumstances.

from the other room, you could hear the sound of clinking silverware as price prepared a sweet treat. the sounds came to a halt when he walked back in with a plate of sweets and a glass of water in the other.

"here we are," he said, setting the items down on the coffee table. "help yourself sweetpea, take as much as you want, no guilt attached." his voice a tender rumble.

his home was starting to become more comforting as the minutes passed. the faint scent of simon clinging to your clothes gave you a sense of ease- and, the cookies looked yummy. picking one up and picking at it timidly. almost like simon would come out of nowhere and scold you for eating sweets well passed your bed time.

john saw the anxiety rippling through your body. he had to know the heat didn’t help either. he leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees. "you like it?"

you nodded softly. simon always taught you to be polite. “thank you.” you muffled gently. your tail curling in around yourself, twitching as the heat got worse.

his eyes flicked to your tail. watching how it writhed and squirmed. a clear sign of your predicament. his body angled towards you. voice lower, quieter, a hint of concern lacing his words. “you alright, sweetheart? is the heat makin’ you uncomfortable? i can get you somethin’ to ease it if you want.”

that idea didn’t sound bad. especially if he had more cookies like this. “like what?” you asked quietly.

he knew simon would want him to help you through it. to keep his pretty puppy happy and pain free. his eyes remained fixed on you. “there’s a cold rag i could press on ya’ or a cold bath, anything that works for you.”

simon always gave you such sweet baths when you were in heat. that idea sounded nice. so you let him know. “a bath.” you squeaked gently.

john could pick up on the faint sense of longing in your voice. he watched you for a moment, eating the sweet cookie. “bath it is then” he said with a soft voice, reaching an arm out for you. grabbing your bag after connecting with your hand.

you followed him upstairs to his bathroom. snagging a couple cookies before walking behind him. the action seemingly a silent plea for comfort amidst the heat. the hardwood floor echoing behind both of you.

“go on and get settled in, i’ll get started on the bath for you.” his voice kind and gentle.

for the first couple seconds, you kind of just blinked at him. nervous to get undressed in front of someone who wasn’t simon. he noticed. and he understood the unease. but he wanted to reassure you he was just here to help.

he maintained a soft, reassuring smile, his eyes meeting yours. “you don’t gotta worry, sweetpea. i won’t be lookin’ while you’re gettin’ undressed.” he gave you a moment to process his words. turning his gaze to the faucet, his back towards you.

you set the cookies down on the sink counter. staring to pull off your clothes. a little less self conscious now that his dark eyes weren’t staring at you.

the next sound was the water sloshing. your naked form stepping into the warm and perfectly temped bath. the gentle splash a testament to your bare figure entering the water. he tried to remain focused on the faucet, but he couldn’t help but steal one last glance in your direction. his protective instincts were starting to simmer knowing there was an omega in his care.

your long hair covered your decency in the water. looking like an angelic siren that was home in the liquid. it kept you modest enough. he was glad you were comfortable under the veil of your hair.

he handed you another cookie, rolling up his sleeves as he brushed through the bag. hoping simon packed some soaps or something. eventually, he thinks he found it. cheeky bastard packed his own soap, wanting to make sure his omega was still marked as his.

he was just glad he didn’t have to use his own on you. “you’re goin’ through cookies like i go through tea,” he teased softly. dipping his hand into the water to wet the soap.

you were mindless to anything going on outside of your own mind. just gently mumbling the next words. “do you think simon’s mad at me?”

john had heard how simon yelled at you earlier. and it made his heart pound. you were such a precious little thing. didn’t deserve any harsh words that came your way. he shook his head slightly, moving your hair so he could wash your back.

“sweetheart, sometimes he can lose his temper, but it’s nothing to do with you. he doesn’t mean those things when he snaps at you, he loves you.” he paused for a moment. letting those words sink into your head. “you know that right? you know he loves you,” his reassurance unwavering as he cleaned you with simon’s soap.

you knew he loved you. he just showcased it in stranger ways sometimes. “yeah” you nodded softly. “he’s just mean sometimes. makes me feel like a bad dog.” you spoke as he lathered you up in the soap simon packed. finishing your cookie with a soft smile.

he knew simon could be stubborn and set in his ways. but he knew how he truly felt about you. “simon’s not mean, sweetheart. he’s just . . . a bit gruff,” he replied, a gentle but firm voice. “he just wants to keep you safe. he’s got a way of showing that. even if it doesn’t always come out right. but the guy cares about you more than anything in this world. that’s why he got his own soap, so you’d still smell like him.”

his words got a gentle giggle to leave your lips. it made you feel cared about. and he was happy about that. glad to finally get a smile out of you. he decided to leave it on a good note. washing the rest of your body without many words said.

“how you holding up? still feeling the heat or did the bath help a little?”

you stayed curled up in the water. not wanting him to see your body the way simon got to see your body. but the gentle squirms were hard to miss. “still hurts a little.”

he noted the discomfort. he couldn’t imagine how it must feel for you. “it’ll get better eventually sweets. can i look?”

your brows furrowed. “look at what?”

john chuckled gently at your mumbled question. he understood your confusion. especially with how forward he just was. “i just wanna take a look at the parts that hurt. promise not to make any weird faces.” he added with a playful smirk.

he was a man that was good at making others feel comforted. it was hard to feel weird around him. you giggled again at his playful banter. allowing him to look. letting him know your chest and abdomen were the parts that hurt the most.

he didn’t make you feel awkward about it. it was clear he knew what he was doing. and that intrigued you a little. his house didn’t look like there were any omega’s or hybrid’s in it ever. how did he know what he was doing?

he didn’t dare touch the sensitive spots just yet. but he was grateful for the information.“thank you darlin’. i’ll be extra careful there, alright?” his voice mixed with concern and affection.

after another gentle nod. you stood up and got cozy in a plush towel he wrapped around you. the softness creating a heated barrier between you and the cold air.

he made sure you were cozy and warm. going about your nighttime routine as best as he could. hoping it was close to how it worked when you were with simon. he brushed your teeth and set out the pj’s simon packed. letting you get dressed while he got some water and tylenol from downstairs.

he let you pick if you wanted to sleep with him or not. he knew how scary it could be to be alone in a new and strange room. so he was happy to welcome your soft body into his bed.

it was amusing to him, watching you sniff at the bedding before getting in. he reached out to gently rub your back, coaxing you into the warm bed he loved.

you laid down, a heavy yawn leaving your throat. he climbed into bed next to you. careful not to touch any sensitive areas and gently pulling the blankets up to your chin. his arm gently rested on your waist as his glasses sat low on the bridge of his nose, his other hand holding a book he was currently working on.

your nose prodded at him. you wanted to sniff at him again. every piece of his house that you’ve sniffed at tonight confused you. none of it smelled like omega, just him. and every part of his routine showed that he didn’t have one. you just didn’t understand, how did he know what to do with hybrid’s and omega’s if he didn’t have any?

“john” you said gently, wanting to get his attention.

he looked down at you. his full attention instantly focused on you. he stopped flitting through the pages, his eyes meeting yours. “yes, sweetpea?”

you were rather blunt, but you didn’t know how else to start it. “you don’t have an omega.”

his eyebrows raised slightly. “no, i don’t,” he replied simply. “what made you think of that?” he asked. intrigued by your straightforwardness.

and honestly, you replied with how you really felt. “doesn’t smell like any.” hybrid noses were good at picking up on anything.

john chuckled. now your sniffing and scenting all night made sense. he admired the genuine curiosity in your eyes, the way you were trying to decipher his scent all night. “ah, i see. i suppose you’re right. i haven’t had the company of an omega in a long time.” he admitted.

he liked how you continued to try and sniff at him. he could feel the stirring within him. the simple act of having you so close, it was boiling emotions he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“how about i ask you something now.” he played gently.

you just responded with a “hmph” sleep still sweeping around your head.

“why do you think i don’t have an omega?” he asked gently. wanting to learn more about you and have you learn more about him. he was a good man.

he wanted to understand your reasoning behind your statement, to know where your thoughts were coming from. and he was genuinely interested in hearing the answer you gave him. in all honesty, you didn’t know why. every good man like him had an omega. you just shrugged, wanting to hear his own answer.

he chuckled at that. pausing for a moment before setting the book down and taking his glasses off. “well, i suppose it’s partly due to the circumstances. being in the military, it’s not always easy to keep a committed companion. between deployments and unpredictable schedules, it just hasn’t seemed easy to keep a regular partner.” his explanation laced with a hint of melancholy.

your eyebrows furrowed. “but simon makes it work.” and not intending to diss his lifestyle, just curious why it worked for simon but not for him.

he appreciated your observations. but it wasn’t the same. “simon does make it work. but he’s quiet the special case sweetheart. and so are you. not all of us are as lucky or dedicated as he is.” he gestured vaguely to himself. he shifted on the bed a little bit, his hand moving to warm your waist a little more.

“and the truth is, i just haven’t been lucky enough to find someone special enough to stick around.” it was heartwarming how vulnerable he was being with you right now. he wasn’t used to it, but there was something about your pure nature that made him want to bare his soul.

“but don’t worry about me, sweets, i’m perfectly fine.” he added quickly, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

you nuzzled up to his soft words. scooting a little closer to him in the bed. you felt exposed around a man like him. but not in an erotic way. rather a gentle and soft way. his demeanor was so comforting and warm. you felt bad for him. he should have someone to share this all with.

“but you know how to take care of omegas? how do you know so much?” you asked softly, wanting to know more about him.

he nodded in agreement. it was a part of his training, a necessity for someone in his line of work. “being in the military you get training on how to handle and care for all kinds of individuals. including omegas. it’s essential for us. especially given the kind of work we do. we need to know how to protect them and make them feel safe.” he leaned in a little closer, there was a slight sense of intimacy in his gaze.

“but to be completely honest, sweetheart, even with all that training, none of it compares to having the real thing,” he admits. wistfulness was just laced into his tone.

he didn’t want to come off as too intense of imposing, you were still just a little puppy at the end of the day. and not his puppy to add to it. he instead put on that charming smile and a lighthearted tone. “don’t worry about me, darlin’. i’m just happy here.”

and you felt bad. it was your natural instinct to comfort an alpha. to grant them serenity in your submission. and even if it wasn’t simon, he reminded you a lot of him in certain ways. you nuzzled your body close to his, pressing your nose right up against his scent spot.

he appreciates your natural inclination to comfort him, the way your body strived to soothe and calm him. a hint of concern and worry mingling in the air. it stirred something within him, an instinctive response he couldn’t quite explain. he allowed you to press close to him. the subtle act sent a shiver down his spine.

he could feel your body radiating care. it made his heart warm. his hands reaching out and resting on your back, the touch was tentative. as if he feared if scaring you off. but his vulnerable words did little to veer you away from him. you smacked your teeth a little, wagging your tail before tucking it around your body, getting ready for bed.

he smiled at your sleepy little gnash. watching as you settled into bed beside him. nuzzling up against him once more. he could feel the warmth of your body against his. the closeness sending a flutter through his chest and down into his gut. he was used to being a self-sufficient alpha. an independent man. but there was something about your presence that stirred up a desire for intimacy. he allowed himself to bask in the feeling for just a moment. his arm wrapped around you protectively as he fell asleep next to you.

as the two of you drifted off into dreams, john held you close. his hands placed on you protectively and acting as your temporary alpha - your momentary protector. the room was quiet, only filled with soft breathing and the occasional rustle of sheets.

the warmth of your body against his chest and the steady rise and fall of your breath compared to his own was doing wonders in calming down his body. it was a novel experience, but one he found himself enjoying more than he expected.

and as he dozed off, he found himself subconsciously nuzzling into your hair, his nose buried in your scent spot.

when he woke in the morning, the sunlight streamed in through the curtains. he laid there for a moment taking in the quiet intimacy. but the wave of your heat hit him like a truck. the bedding was covered in sweat. and your little mewls made your discomfort clear.

his natural instincts kicked in. his body begging him to find some kind of relief for you. he knew what needed to be done, what your heat demanded. but he also knew how sensitive it would be. you weren’t his omega.

he moved closer, eyes drinking in your sweaty form. the way you were arching your back, the curve of your hips, the sweat on your skin. it was driving him crazy. his hands grabbed at your waist. squeezing gently to wake you up.

and when you did wake up, your eyes were hazy. a soft and desperate panting parting your lips the second your came to. you didn’t look all there. the heat clouded your senses and only made one thing evident. you needed help.

hybrid heats always so much worse than any other kind. the primal part of it was amplified by ten. making it stronger than a regular omega. it was such a vulnerable moment. a moment where your body was begging for touch.

and price was just drooling. he reached out, brushing away the hair stuck to your sweaty forehead. “hey sweetpea,” he purred. his voice low and bringing out a tone he hadn’t used in years.

the potent saccharine scent was clouding up his nose and infiltrating its way into every part of his room. his hand curved over the dip of your hip. “let me take care of you sweetheart, let me help you out here.”

a desperate whimper escaping your lips as he pulled away at the bedding. the scene in front of him had a man just, crumbling. a sweet pretty puppy in his bed. drenched in sweat and arching her poor back, just aching for relief. he could practically taste the scent of your heat.

he lowered his body onto yours. pressing you into the mattress. he couldn’t resist burying his face into your scent spot. inhaling deeply your sweet, heated scent.

“oh god you smell so good.” and he was practically crooning.

the only thing that could’ve brought him out of this was what you said next. your desperate whimpers reaching out for attention of the man you were bound to.

“but simon,” you mewled incoherently. you wanted simon. and no one could really be mad at that. you were bound to him. it was only natural you craved him and his scent. it quickly reminded him of the situation.

and you weren't his to take. but simon had to of known what he was doing, sending you with him when he knew your heats were so bad. he had to of known.

john was gentle and sweet. picking you up into his arms. your legs wrapped around his midsection, sniffing for his neck and starting the biting all over again. prodding your nose into his skin while your teeth gently nipped over.

"'s alright sweets, 's alright." he purred trying to provide comfort. he knew his words were mostly futile. you were just excited to be sniffing at an alpha you knew and cared about, even if it wasn't simon.

the sleep shorts between your legs were practically sopping wet. pressing snuggly against john's pudgy midsection and giving you a moment of relief amidst the painful cramps. just mewling and whimpering against his skin while drool started to drip out of your mouth.

he was in euphoria. watching you grind up against him and just be so dazed out of it. and of course it was common for him to sleaze around with omegas when his dick really did get too sensitive, but this was different. there was some semblance of a connection. even if he didn't want to admit it, there was something stirring between the two of you.

a bath helped before, and he was firmly pulled back into the mindset that he couldn't touch you like you needed, so he was hopeful another bath would help. he couldnt lay an intimate finger on you unless it got unbearable.

"gonna get you in the bath sweetheart, lets give the bath a shot." he speaks so gently to you. as if the words could be spoken too loud and hurt you. he was so soft with you.

huffing a little when your feet touched the tile in his bathroom. squirming more when his hands pulled at your clothes. undressing you as calmly as he could. despite how hard his body was fighting it, he stayed level headed to the peak of his abilities.

your legs felt weak and shaky when he set you down into the bath. the smell of heat was just, so immensely strong. he hadn't ever experienced anything like it and could get quickly understand how simon was so addicted to you.

"good girl, easy," his cockney voice is just crooning to you.

it wasn't much of a struggle to get you in the bath. but it was a struggle to keep you there. your hands were just cloying to get out of the cold water and back into the warm arms of john. he knew, that despite the fact, the cold was what you needed. it wouldn't soothe the heat, but rather combat it.

your fingers were pawing at him, trying to pull him in or maybe help pull you out. the cold water just didnt seem to help right now. and you made that known.

"it hurts." you mewled.

he knew it wasn't what you needed. though what else was there to do. he was kneeled down next to the tub, scratching behind your ear again and getting the soap that smelled like simon.

"i know it hurts, but we gotta keep trying to find something that helps ease it for now." he tried to convince.

you wanted simon. you wanted what you were used to and always had there. especially in a moment where your body needed it, all you could think about was him. and you made that known too. "i want simon."

he knew why you were asking for him and it didn't hurt his feelings any, he just didn't like feeling useless. he was a perfectly capable man who could help you, the boundary of what was right just played in his head.

"simon's not here right now, but i'm here with you, i'm right here." his voice was filled with tenderness and guilt.

the smell in the room was making it hard for him to think straight. but he was able to keep most of his head on. he wanted to give in. to give you whole heartedly what he knew you needed. your poor body just aching for release and some semblance of comfort, but he couldnt when simon's name was on your tongue, not when he knew you longed for him.

the pain was easing just a little. your face resting on the cold porcelain of the tub as your body shivered in the water. the sight of you so vulnerable, the way your nakedness was bared to him really was a powerful moment. different than last night when he had you in the same bath. it was bared to him without a hint of shame or fear, it was completely and utterly you in your truest form.

john wanted to do anything to ease your pain and grant you some relief. his body moved away from the tub, starting to strip his own clothes. he wouldn't do anything sexual with you, but he would let himself bask in the closest he could get.

his broad body was resting behind yours in the bath. his big and warm chest was nearly engulfing your fragile form. and his arms acted as a protective sheild, wrapped around your body in a tight embrace. your body was burning under the cold water.

this was better than nothing.

when thinking back to last night, he remembered how you pointed out the spots that hurt the most, every omega was different, he was glad he had an idea of how to work you. his big palm came to run over your tummy and abdomen.

pressing soothing motions on the pudge there and massaging what he could. your little mewls a testament to how good it felt. the water rippled as your legs twitched and his arm moved. the primal male part of him was just reeling. he was dumbfounded on how he had made it this far already.

"feels good, darlin'? does it feel better?" his lips were pressed up against the side of your temple. eager to get your body to relax under his touch. you nodded softly. it felt better, it still hurt, but it was better.

the heat was still radiating off your skin. the slickness of your sweat mixed with the bath water and it only fueled his arousal. it was borderline offensive how hard he was. he knew you could feel it, but was just glad you had enough mind left to not say anything about it.

he let the bath do its job for a while. and it did work for the most part. you were no longer in that sick feeling of shock.

john did as best he could to keep his nose away from your neck. the rest of the day was full of tylenol, liquid iv, and stand up fans. doing everything he could to keep you comfy and docile - you were a good girl, letting him change your clothes when they got too sweaty and drinking the amount of water he told you to.

by the time the sun set you were tuckered out from regulating your breathing all day. it was now a comforting warmth that wrapped around you. sprawled out on the small nest he had made for you and eating any sweet thrown at you.

but when night had passed and the next day started, all hell had broke loose. a sobbing mess that wasn't able to stop writhing in pain. john didnt feel like there was anything left he could do.

stepping outside of his room, he made a phone call.

"hey, do you think you can come over? shes not doing well."

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Hiii! I love your fics so much, it’s genuinely the best💗💗💗

I was wondering if you could do angst with puppy hybrid reader, if you do write about hybrids💗💗💗

ouuuu this sounds so fun, i’ve never done anything exactly like this SO DONT JUDGE, but i will try my best. also im sorry this took so long to get out, it was hard coming up with a concept i knew would work !!

part one - part two

word count - 2.6k

dead dove warning: hybrid!reader, owner!simon, lil bit of breeding, ddlg kinda bcus i eat that up for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, simon who really does treat you like a dog

— simon was enamored with his little plaything. you were an expensive accessory. a commodity that he was lucky to have. you were his sweet pretty girl.

of course he has a nice and expensive leather collar for you. little clinks of the tags so he can always make sure where you're at. it was almost melodic to his ears. hearing you rustle awake from your nap and the soft jingle of the metal.

but sometimes, just sometimes . . simon has a bad day. everyone does. everyone besides a sweet spoiled puppy that gets everything she wants just because she’s pretty and mostly obedient.

normally it never bothers him, he understands it’s what you’re used to and it’s how he’s trained you to be. no ones fault besides his own, really. tonight though, he's just trying to enjoy a few drinks with john and abandon the responsibilities he always harbors.

that was until his little puppy was acting out.

and it wasn't like you meant to, you just wanted some extra affection - simon knew you were due for a heat soon but jesus, a man could only handle so much.

your sweet and delicate form crawling up to his lap. the clanking of your collar was echoing in between the words he was trying to speak to john. that puffed up tail of yours knocking into his drink a little bit.

"christ, baby, stop." he nearly growls out of frustration, the quiet tone of it held little threat however. his shoulders were holding a lot of weight this week and he really is trying his damndest to not get upset.

a gruff sigh parting his lips when you muttered a meek apology. just wanting to be close to your doting owner. nuzzling up against his strong chest and cozying down against his lap. your face tucked sweetly into his neck. sniffling softly at his scent, the cedar and smoke in it was making your head dizzy.

his teammate seated on the other side of the coffee table, eyes almost starting to glass over the slightest bit. the conversation dragged on in your head. burdened by the words you didn't really understand.

and when the conversation continued to drone on, you just got more and more restless. at the end of the day you really were just a puppy. a young thing simon was happy he managed to pluck up before anyone else. still lots of training to get you through.

the worst of your habits he was trying to break was your biting problem. it wasn't ever out of aggression, you hadn't even snarled at him before. but even a dog that gets excited and bites, is not a good dog. it was a bigger issue to simon than it was to most. it wasn't that soft attitude he always liked you to have, it was you misbehaving.

if he wanted to keep you from biting, he might as well try to keep you entertained. this was a result of his lack of attention.

your teeth starting to nip and bite at the skin of his neck, mixing that with your already far too clingy attitude had only earned you a firm pat on the rear. he was giving you a chance to quit. and it worked for the time being.

it was just so hard to deny the innate and instinctual need to bite at your owner, your mate. just sweet little kisses is how you classified it.

a little bit more time passed, your skin gently starting to heat up. the warmth originating in your gut and spreading to your chest, just now beginning to crawl up into your throat.

both men in the room acknowledged the slightest change in scent. a silent conclusion from both of them was drawn at the mention of a much needed cigarette break.

simon was expecting you to follow, which he didnt really mind. just the incessant nuzzling and biting was getting too much. so on his way out to the back patio door with john, he picked up a chew toy from the bin. maybe just a little bit of compassion was getting to him.

letting you crawl onto his lap while he lit his newport. one hand holding the cigarette while the other held the chew toy for you to play with. giving his own skin a break.

his voice gentle, "keep gnawing on that, no biting."

john just watched in slight amusement. it was all common behavior for men like this to be around. the captain was a little more understanding of these natural instincts you had. of course it was a little humorous to observe the way simon treated your biting habits.

unfortunately, the rubber chew bone did help. though did not compare to the warm skin you would rather nip at, but it worked well enough.

price went ahead and cocked his head a little as he asked simon, "she always bite?" taking puffs of his own cigarette. the clouds of smoke billowing out into the late evening night.

simon nodded, "all the time." showing off his arm, little scratches and bite marks were everywhere on his skin. showing his captain that not a heat went by without you biting and scratching him.

you were oblivious to the conversation now. their previous talk inside had bored you to the point of just toning out their voices. you were happy enough mindlessly gnawing on the toy simon held for you in hopes of getting that certain itch scratched.

"hm . . only an issue when she's in heat?" john asked.

your owner just nodded, too occupied with the cigarette in his mouth to answer. and the captain was a very well educated man. he knew how to handle a woman, and not saying that simon didnt . . . but maybe a different solution was what each of you needed to get over this biting issue.

"you could just knock her up already . . it'll get rid of that heat for a while. could probably serve a girl like her good, too." he answered simon's silent response, his hand reaching out to brush against your tail hanging off of his lap.

now that got your ears to flick in tune with their voices. gnawing on the toy a little less intently. it was making a warm and sweet heat simmer in your tummy. now that idea sounded good. cute little puppies with your owner who you just loved.

and you felt the chuckle come from simons chest as you pressed against it. that was playful to him. he just shook his head no, almost like price's suggestion was absurd. "no . . that's not something in the playbook."

oh.

"well why not? you don't want pups?"

his answer was clear. shaking his head no, again.

at this point price was just teasing. being cheeky because he couldn't believe this man didnt want to get his little puppy girl pregnant. that's what they were made for. that's why their pricing was always so high. known for big litters and good genes.

"not even a little bit?" . . . . "not even a little bit."

simons rejection to your natural instincts hurt. especially right now since you were close to heat. you couldn't help it. its how you were genetically designed. and to hear the man you spent every day doting over, deny you of that, it stung. and there was a weird stab of guilt that came with it. right in the back of your throat and if it got any stronger you could've gagged.

both of the men could tell. the words that left his throat were settling in the air between everyone. and price just found it absolutely incredulous. giving him a taste of his own medicine, he shot him right back with an idea that sounded just as equally stupid.

"could just get her sterilized, if you really don't want to deal with those heats or any pups."

he felt bad once he saw the way your tail puffed up and the ears on your head perked up. clearly disturbed by what he said. it worked how he needed it to though.

"you're insane, john." simon muttered, taking another puff of his cigarette. he couldn't imagine getting his little puppy girl spayed. it would completely throw your instincts out the window. there wouldn't be anything left of the girl he adored.

his friend just chuckled and nodded his head a little bit. "that's how you sound talkin' about not using a hybrid for what they're made for."

and price really did feel guilty when he saw the way you were digesting this whole conversation. just needing a little comfort and compassion simon just wasn't in the mood for right now.

a little tug on your tail got your attention over to the man.

"come sit with me?" his cockney accent different from the one you were used to. but some hugs sounded nice right now.

simon was more than happy to get a little break, sliding you over to his friends lap. you could've melted against the pudgy form you now rest on. your fleecy tail wrapping around yourself while prodding your nose against his neck. just getting a good sniff. but a short whistle got your ears to flick back over to simon. a gentle way of him telling you to knock it off a little, he knew what that always lead to.

it got another chuckle out of the captain though. how could simon not let a sweet little thing like this just do whatever she wanted? he was far more understanding than your owner in certain cases. in a weird way of describing it - simon was an alpha that went against other alphas, and price was an alpha that was there for omegas.

he was warm and inviting and always game for a couple kisses.

with that blossomed a little bit more confidence in starting what always got you put in a cage. snuggling up to the captain while his big arms kept you secure on his lap. sniffing at the spot on his neck and just ever so slightly nipping at the skin there. not hard, but noticeable enough for you to normally get disciplined.

price didnt mind one bit. smoothing over your tail while continuing the conversation with simon.

it just felt so good to get that itch scratched. the sensation of your nose pressed against warm skin and taking in all of their comforting scent, rubbing your fangs and teeth against something you couldn't get from a pet store for three dollars.

a firm smack on your ass dissipated that feeling real quick.

"no biting. don't let her do that, you're encouraging her." simon grumbled, not happy with the captains lack of discipline.

price held on to you a little snugger. rubbing the spot he smacked.

"she can't help it, mate. jus' let her get it out on me." trying to convince. but it wasn't that easy with simon. he was irritated. visibly. lighting his second cigarette. it was just force of habit anytime he sat down outside on the porch. muttering under his breath, "you're not helping."

if a smack on the butt was all you were getting right now, that's not the worst. what did feel like the worst was not getting your teeth on something. a little addict for it is what it made you look like.

you pressed closer to price's shoulder, biting the skin there. no one could deny that there was encouragement from the captain. he wanted you to be able to get it out while you can. always such a sweet and gentle man. letting your teeth softly gnaw on the muscle there.

but you started to get a bit too into it. misjudging the force you were using and biting down to hard. breaking the skin and drawing blood.

the captain let out a sharp hiss. he knew you didnt mean it, but it didnt make it hurt any less. especially with those sharp canines of yours.

simon was quick to give you a real hard slap on the ass, ripping you off of price's lap. "bad. you don't do that." he growled to you. it was clear you had completely snapped the last tether that was tying him together. he was fuming.

you had embarrassed him to a different extent when that bite mark pierced through his captains skin. he didn’t care if it was an accident, you shouldn’t even been opening your mouth.

a pounding heart and that ache of guilt came swallowing you whole. the ears on your head pinned back and the tail instinctively tucking between your legs. you hadn't seen him so irritated before. he dragged you inside, price could hear him screaming at you through the closed sliding door.

"what is wrong with you?!"

that one made your heart sting.

"how many times do i have to tell you to stop?!"

that one got a choked whimper part your lips.

"these heats are too much! im sick of you! maybe i should just get you sterilized, hm? you want that?!" he was just laying down every harsh and critical phrase he could.

he was holding a tight grip into your hair, making sure you were following him all the way upstairs. your chest felt beyond heavy - n incessant hole forming right in the pit of your throat.

"i didnt mean to!" you defended quickly, it was clear you were panicked.

"don't care right now, just shut up." he spit.

your feet struggled to keep up with his large strides into the bedroom. he hauled you to rest on your knees in front of a large dog crate. his hand grabbing your face in a vehement grip. rough fingers just digging into your cheeks and jaw. your eyes were wide, full of pure trepidation and held an ungodly amount of indiscretions.

simon got down to your level. his gaze on you was scary. and he knew it. but it just felt like there was nothing he could do to fix his attitude. he had given you countless amounts of chances, and you refused to listen. and this is what happens to bad dogs that don't know any obedience.

his palm gave one more good smack to the side of your face, shoving you into the crate and locking it.

"you are bad. youre going to be beyond lucky if i decide to not get you fixed. stay in here until i say you can come out." he barked, making sure to look into your eyes, so you really knew he meant it.

the bedroom door slammed shut. leaving you to wallow in the guilt of what you just did. you had never bit anyone like that before. mostly gentle nips or a few mild scratches, but a full on bite? it was unheard of for you. the sensation of getting the slightest bit of encouragement from price had completely done you in.

curling into yourself as you tried to let the soft blankets comfort your aching heart. tail wrapping around your form as little whimpers and cries could now be heard escaping through the gaps in the cage. you felt awful.

when simon made it back outside his annoyance was still glaringly clear. price wasn't nearly as bothered as he was. he had endured much worse in the field, but he understood simons anger and embarrassment.

"im so sorry about her, shes just - shes been bad lately." simon tried to explain and apologize for your actions.

the captain just held a hand up, he was a little amused to be honest, and he was more than happy to help ease whatever simon was going through.

"you want me to take her for the weekend? give ya a little break at least." he offered.

and for the first time all day, simon heard a good idea.

"yeah . . . yeah id appreciate that."

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john price x f!reader w two p!links

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dead dove: john is a married man + its not to you, age gap, grody hotel room sex word count: 827

how it starts ⁀➴ ₊⊹ p!link

—  john just loves you. never in his life has he been stuffed inside something so sweet and gentle. it was his favorite part about being done with deployments.

and he has never prided himself on being a good man. but he’d try to be, for you, in some sick way. even if you’ve never been allowed over to his house or warm in his bed, john tells himself he’ll do better. so he brings you a sweet bouquet of flowers and a little gift every time one of these escapades happens.

he calls his wife to tell her that he’s caught up late, he missed his flight back home or he’s just so tired he needs to find a hotel to sleep in before he passes out from exhaustion! he’s a smart man, he knows how to get her to not question him, too much.

and that’s when he can finally unlock the hotel room door and give you your much deserved sweet kisses.

"missed you pretty thing . . . thought about you the whole time." his cockney accent purrs into your ears while he’s groping your tits and kissing your cheek and lips.

“i missed you too.” your gentle voice speaks passed the smile on your face.

if john didn’t have you so conditioned, you might just think he’s gross for going behind his wife's back to sleep with you. but he’s told you a whole bunch of times that she’s just making it difficult for him to get a divorce! he really doesn’t even want her! and in fact, he told you that she basically forced him to marry her!

so you don’t think twice when he’s buried all the way deep inside you, pressing your legs back against your body - his big hands placed so carefully on your scalp. just giving you such loving and sweet kisses while fucking into your soppy hole.

"can't ever get enough of this little cunt." john groans in between making out.

the small room immediately filled with gasps and squeaks mixed in with involuntary moans that are just seeping out of you. it always feels so good when its with him. his thick cock filling into your tight cunt just so perfectly.

he's far older than you, at least by fifteen years, and it feels right. having someone so experienced walk you down the path and teach you what it means to be in love. guide you through each harsh thrust and spiraling orgasm. he knows what he's doing, and it's euphoric.

all john wants to do is kiss you over and over again and be reminded of his own youth. living it through you in a strange sense. getting to see that naive spark in your eye when he tells you he loves you, or showing you what it's like to cum just from a fat dick for the first time. he likes that, keeps him young.

and he would do anything it takes to get you for one night anytime he comes back from deployment. he really is trying to separate from his wife, and he can't wait to see the way everyone reacts when he shows off his new pretty honey only days after its settled.

he wants to hold you closer, stuffing you full in a mating press and kissing you over and over again isn't enough. turning you onto your side so he can fuck into you from behind is just what he needs.

"right there, sweets? yeah, you like it like this?"

wrapping his gruff arms around your chest and making sure your leg is draped over his so he can get even deeper. cradling your fragile body close to his heart and bullying into you persistently until you're squirming and pleading for something, anything.

kissing you before spitting onto his fingers to play with that sensitive little spot between your legs. he knows just how to please his pretty doll. and he doesn't relent until he can feel you grasp for the sheets, tightening around him and creaming onto his thick cock.

"ohh look at that . . . cumming f'me so easily." he coos mockingly, watching how your body reacts to him.

and when you do, he's pulling you closer and groping your tits, making sure to look right at your face when it happens. stuffing himself a little deeper and stilling so you have something to squeeze around - fucking into you again and again until his warm cum spills out and makes a mess of the hotel bed spread.

how it ends ⁀➴ ₊⊹ p!link

—  john can hardly comprehend your delicate form. holding such a special place in his heart and soul. its like you were made for him and he was made for you.

his big arms wrapping around your sweaty and sticky body, keeping your skin on his while murmuring sweet praises into your ear.

"you're so special my darling, won't ever find a pretty birdie like you anywhere else."

no one can tell me that the man in those vids doesn't kinda look like john . . . LIKE JUST SQUINT IF U DONT BELIEVE ME

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[punkkture]

what abt babytrapping simon……. thats all thats in my head rn

omg guyssss i can’t get enough of simon being a gross perv. sorry this took so long i had a lot of ideas

dead dove warning - baby trapping, maybe a little bit of noncon but not really, overstimulation, grody descriptions of simon being a perv

word count - 1.3k

— simon needs to see you with his babies. he just knows you'd be the perfect mom. the perfect place for his children to grow. such a sweet and docile girl like you . . practically asking to be bred.

and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he couldn't influence you enough to see the physical change of your body? to witness his love and adoration form inside you?

he has grown tired of trying to convince you of it though. hours of conversation that held phrases such as - “but you’d be such a good momma, hun.” and “will you just think about it? please?”

he was coming from a good place, he really was. you just . . needed a little bit of a push.

it wasn't often you let him cum inside you. but this was one of those special moments where you had been needy and on top of him all day. sometimes a girl just needs a little extra love, and there's nothing wrong with that. it was like the whole day you had practically been pleading with him to knock you up.

that's what you wanted, right? to simon, that's exactly what it meant when you would come downstairs in the morning. little sleep shorts, a tank top that didn't really fit you anymore, and that comfy robe he got for you last christmas was just slightly undone - showing him your figure.

he finally had you on top of him. riding his thick cock while his hands helped you through it. digging into the fat on your hips, and easing you back and forth on him. your sweaty chest pressed against his.

your mewls and whimpers kissed the side of his neck while you held onto him tight. getting overstimulated so fast from the way he was burying into you. it felt heavy - and far too much for twelve pm on a tuesday.

"o-oh simon j-just wait," a weak attempt at a protest. you couldn't even set your tea down before hes grabbing and pulling at you.

simon was just ecstatic while he continued to imagine what this same scenario would look like in a couple months. your pudged up curves and plumped up tummy pressing into his skin. oh god he could cum just at the thought. he could not wait to feel your new form kissing against his muscled abdomen. that idea that he could be holding his entire family with just one hug. he needed that. and you did too, whether you understood that or not - you were lucky simon understood it for you.

"h-had this dream last night, baby . . " he huffs out, fucking into you, yet trying to get across his point.

or he thought about the idea of your tits getting bigger, giving him more to squeeze and grope and infatuate over. he was just elated for the day he knew would come so soon.

"that you, ended up with a little baby in that tummy," and he really is trying to keep his tone light, but no matter how many times he's fucked you, that pussy never got used to his size. "wouldn't that be so nice? yeah? makin' you a pretty little momma?"

it even got so bad in his head that he wouldn't even stop fucking you after he cums. hoping you would start to blur the lines from when he started and stopped. the rounds started to blend together for him even. he would pour into you and then fifteen seconds later it felt like his cock was doing the same thing again.

strong hands holding your hips firmly while shoving his dick up into you, his face glued onto the sight of all your cum starting to pool around the base of him and mix with his own that he was creaming out of you. and when he cums - he lets out a harsh breathless groan that staunchly overpowers your own. his hips only stutter the slightest bit before he's back to bullying his load into you.

if i cum in her this much, its bound to take, right? shes going to be mine forever, right?

your moans turn into squeals and squeaks the more ounces he fucks into you. it was so much. your legs weak and completely useless at holding you up anymore. but its alright, he read online somewhere that it's best to get you in a different angle anyway.

though simon doesn't have patience to carry you upstairs or finish on the bed. no, he can't even get as deep as he wants if he continues on the couch.

"shh, shh, just- deep breaths." he's guiding you through it the only way he knows. telling you to just breath while the weight of his cock is burying and pounding so deep you can only gasp air in.

the resolution is getting you down onto the floor. the cashmere rug leaving little burns on your back and shoulders while he continues to stretch out your hole and shove your legs to your chest.

your knees pressed together while just one of his hands holds them there. persistently pushing them down closer to your chest and tummy, almost like he's trying to squeeze your cunt tighter so none of his cum slips out.

but with as much as he's crammed into you, there isn't any more room for another load, let alone the heavy girth of his cock.

"s-ssimon not so m-much!" your voice begs while he's making a borderline offensive image of your body on the living room floor.

that does little to slow him down and stop the warm spurts of cum seeping into your tight hole just to be shoved out with the next thrust. he pushes your legs down a little more. "i got it, 's fine." he assures.

his cock doesn't even think of pulling out until you're squirming and pleading for him to give you a break. his head is spinning alongside yours. a desperate attempt at getting his body to stop twitching everywhere. and it nearly got to the point he thought he broke his dick.

never had an idea made him this determined. his tip was a harsh pink and a frenzied despair of overstimulation. it was way more than he had ever put his body through. and he just couldn't imagine how you felt.

could you feel it? could you feel the way his warm cum was soaked into every millimeter of your sensitive cunt? a hot and buzzing sensation everywhere, his cock fucking your insides raw so bad that you couldn't even tell if he was still stretching you out or not, was that what you felt right now?

or he wondered if your body was scrambling to try and understand how bad you must need this. did your body know what to do right now? take in his cum and give him what he wanted?

either way, simon was ninety-nine percent sure that your body knew exactly what to do. it was made for this. you would just be the most perfect little momma for him. you were made for him.

once he got a little bit of his own footing back, he gave a pat to your ass, a little show of gratitude. "i'll go get the pill so we don't forget." his voice still breathless enough that you weren't able to pick up on the deceitfulness.

minutes later he returns back with a glass of water and a little white pill tablet. handing it to you and having you take it in front of him. he wants to watch his plan go perfectly.

your chest was still heaving, but it was better safe than sorry. looking up at him while you placed the pill on the back of your tongue, letting him hold the glass as you tilted your head back. getting the tablet down in a couple gulps.

and you didnt even question it. because why would you? its not your fault vitamin d tablets look just the same as a plan b.

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[punkkture]

simon w a shy gf and hes trying to get her to open up in the nastiest way.

word count: 2.9k

dead dove warning: pervy!simon, finger fucking, maybe a little bit of exhibitionist.

mdni

.ೃ࿔*:· — its a seedy and dimly lit place. it reeked with the scent of cigarettes and sweat, the faint smell of alcohol lingered in the air.

"i dont want to be here, simon" you muttered under your breath with a soft frown. he noticed the look on your face, but your words fell of deaf ears. 

he had you held tightly in his lap, a large tattooed arm wrapped around your waist to keep you from moving anywhere on your own. he was too busy sipping his whiskey to acknowledge your complaints. his friends had accompanied the two of you. or rather it felt like you accompanied them. 

john sat across the booth, smoking a cigar and watching the new dancer on stage, soap though, he caught a glimpse of your coy attitude. and the way simon seemed to have you in a lock. 

he leaned towards the two of you, having to speak up a bit as the music got louder. "why're ya keepin' the poor lass on a stronghold, mate?" he teased. 

it was already sleazy in here enough, and the way soap was still acknowledging you didnt help. you wanted to feel hidden, like people couldn't see you here. 

"she's gotta get used to bein' in uncomfortable situations." was all he gave back. 

soap just chuckled with a snort. finding simons excuse somewhat ridiculous. but there was a hint of understanding in his expression, he knew how simon worked. 

"ay, so you figured a strip club was the best place to build up her confidence?" his scottish accent was teasing and mocking you. 

simon laughed at that. nodded, but laughed. "your girlfriends on stage, pay some attention to her." he mused back, wanting to get soap's eyes off of you for a second. 

the place was doing anything but making you feel confident. a bunch of sleazy men around and girls with half of everything hanging out. your stomach felt uneasy. the anxiety already swirling in there. simon just found all of this amusing. most of all how you tried to look away from everything, just an innocent bunny trapped in a wolfs den. 

his hand gave you a little squeeze. he chuckled darkly, pulling your chin so you'd look at him. "i brought you here for a reason."

"its a stupid reason." you mumbled back, just wanting to go home and get in bed already. outings weren't your thing. and this especially was not. 

simon chuckled again, "dont be disrespecting my reasons, sugar." his hand moving to tilt your neck up so he could kiss at the skin. 

steering your head away from his lips, "not here. . ." you muffled. in a place like this you wanted to sit and be quiet and not be acknowledged until it was time to leave. 

"no ones paying attention to us. theyre all focused on the damn strippers. youre in my lap, not on the pole." his eyes watched you closely. trying to find any part to crack and get in to. to maybe break open that shell a little more. 

always far too bashful about sex and anything to do with it. he was a man who needed it. and its not that he didnt get it from you, it just always took a bit more work than it should. and if you wanted to push away from his kisses, he wanted to see what you'd do when he turned your head the other way. 

"look at the stage, bunny." he said in a low tone. turning your head to watch the woman on stage dance. 

he kept you in a tight grip, forcing you to watch the girl as she swayed and moved across the pole seductively under the dim lights. he didn't watch a second of it though, just wanting to see your reactions. gauging what it meant when your eyebrows furrowed and then softened, how you seemed to watch it on your own and with a little bit less resistance for him. 

you couldn't say you . . . enjoyed it. but it definitely intrigued you. to watch someone else be so shameless and not be afraid about the things you were afraid of. looking at everyone around her just cheering and wanting to get a taste. it was far out of your comfort zone, something you would never do. but why were you so intrigued about the way she seemed to just, own it?

the way you looked was so cute and innocent. its really like you had no idea what simon dragged you in to. he chuckled softly. 

"now, what do you think?" he asked, his dark eyes studying your expressions. 

you shrugged. how were you supposed to feel, what were you supposed to think. "i dont know" you mumbled lightly. 

simon watched your eyes stay stuck on the dancer. just looking at the curiosity in your gaze, the way it intrigued you. he understood your fascination, even if you couldn't put it into words. the way she moved so confidently on stage was stark contrast to your shy and innocent demeanor. 

his grip on your chin fell, letting you watch on your own. allowing you to try and figure out your feelings on your own. 

and you didnt know how to describe it. envy? maybe. but enjoyment? certainly not. it reeked in here, not one man came with empty pockets and they seemed to just be throwing it all out for her. doing anything they could to see just a little bit more skin. finally, your head turned back to simon. 

a smirk was tugged to the corners of his lips. your reaction was exactly what he had expected. "does it make you jealous?"

you could've scoffed out the answer. "no" you said back quickly. 

your denial only served to amuse simon. he knew you weren't being honest, his smirk growing. he leaned in closer to you. "no, huh? you dont get all shy thinking of her being on that stage with all those men watching her? drooling for her? you wish you could be up there, dont you, moving your little body for everyone to see?"

he was being incredulous. of course not. "no . ." you said again quickly. but maybe a little too quick for the slow pace of the club. 

simon was always a perceptive man. picking up on the smallest change in your expression. it was clear you were lying, even if you didnt quite know it. he saw it in your eyes, the way you averted his gaze. 

"dont lie to me like that . . youre green. you know the men in this room are watching you right now, dont you?" he smirked, voice rough. "and it makes you all flustered." his big hands groping at your chest. 

hes been touchy all night, always holding onto you somewhere, and it was about time those pretty tits got some attention. 

"look around baby, every man in here has looked at you." he kept his hands on you, squeezing firmly and just enamored by your flustered look. "they're all imagining what you would look like on that stage."

it made you turn beet red. thinking of other men looking at you like that. but you couldn't deny the little bit of warmth it stirred up between your legs. "simon stop . . . not here." you reiterated. hoping to stop blushing and maybe looking around just a little, hoping someone was watching.

he smirked at the whine. could see your cheeks turning a pretty shade of red and he just loved every second of it. giving you a little bit of exposure therapy to get that side of you to come out. that's all he wanted, just for you to get out of that shell a little bit. but he wouldn't let you change the subject so easily. 

he gave your chest one more squeeze, trying to get you to look at him again. the way your nose scrunched up in discomfort. 

"you want them to watch, dont you?" his lips close to your ear, feeling the bit of scruff on his face. "you want men to desire you."

"that's . . . not true" 

he just laughed. letting you have that one. but it was a short lived win as he started to pull at the zipper on your skimpy dress. his hands were slow and deliberate. "you crave the attention, its clear bunny."

your quiet protests continued to fall on deaf ears as they have all night. he could see how your eyes darted around to make sure no one was watching. maybe even getting a little warm when you did see someone's eyes on you. god he just loved it. 

heavy fingers continued to pull down the zipper of your dress, groaning lightly as the fabric started to loosen. your nervous coughs and the way you looked around the room made him chuckle. 

he loved all of it. the way your shyness always got the best of you. how easily flustered and nervous you got, it was endearing to say the least. you couldn't even look him in the eye without blushing. 

he tugged at the zipper until it was loose around your top. pulling it down to show off the pretty red lingerie he had you dolled up in. "such a pretty color," he grumbled under his breath as the zipper came undone. he could see your chest more clearly now, the fabric pooled around your hips. 

simon continued to tug at your dress, enjoying your shy and whimpering responses. little hands holding tightly onto his shoulders. ''s just a lil bit of exposure therapy," he purred into your ear. 

soap finally looked over again, seeing the look on your face and the way your body moved against simons. "she looks uncomfortable," he pointed out, gesturing to your flushed face and trembling body. 

your boyfriend huffed out an exasperated breath. his grip tightening on your waist a little bit. "she always looks like that, this is good for her, trust me."

fingers continued to play with your dress until he pulled it back up. dragging you to a secluded room. it was away from the rest of the busy club, the lights were still dim and the room seemed even more intimidating. 

it had a mirror and he sat down across from it, like he was expecting company. he pulled you into his lap. forcing you to watch yourself in the reflection. your body fit perfectly against his broad frame.

while sitting on his lap, you couldnt hide your expression. the shyness and discomfort clear on your face. eyes locked onto his. 

"look at this pretty little body." he purred into your ear. "good little thing."

any man could appreciate how much you blushed when faced with such an erotic scene. his hands once again pulling at your dress, getting you in your panties and bra. a little more accepting now that you weren't in a room full of people. 

to see you like this was a sight for him, the way you were becoming more comfortable with the situation. he tugged at your outfit until your undergarments were exposed for him to see. he let out a soft chuckle. his eyes scanned over your face in the mirror. 

you seemed to like how it looked. his big hands swallowing your form and making you look so small. so loved. he could worship over your body any day, but when you looked like this . . . he admired you just a bit closer. his hands moved up your thighs, spreading your legs. 

making sure they stayed there, he gave a soft kiss to your temple, a small reward. those same heavy hands moving to unclip your bra. "keep watching yourself, bunny."

he worked carefully to unclasp the lacey material. letting it fall from your arms, discarding it to the floor next to the both of you. his eyes never left your body. his hands coming back up to your chest to grope at your tits. 

he could feel the heat coming off of you in waves. his touch gentle as his hands grazed over your ribcage. feeling the soft skin underneath his rough palms. "tell me how it feels, baby."

and with a little less people in the room, the sensations he was giving you, you started to come out of that shell a little. 

"feels good." you whimpered quietly. 

his fingers pinched your nipples and groped at your tits. watching your face for any other reaction. the words did wonders for him. giving him that confirmation you were opening up more. the air in the room was getting hotter as he continued to touch you in front of the mirror. he watched how your back arched closer to his hands, how you continued to look at yourself in the reflection. he loved most of all how your tits looked pushed up against his palms. 

you looked eager. 

he wanted more. moving his hands to comb through your hair, pushing past the locks as he spoke. "keep your legs spread for me, mkay?" a gentle kiss pressed to your shoulder. 

his hand came down to rub at your panties. the room slowly but surely starting to fill with the sounds of your whimpers and moans. he was so proud of you. his sweet little honey getting all heavy and hot from watching herself get played with. 

a groan parting his lips as you leaned your hips in to his hands. he couldn't help the wave of possession that filled his body. even with how this night started, such a coy and sweet looking girl . . . now straddled across his lap all for him to toy with. 

simon moved one of his hands to your throat, grasping it lightly while he continued to tease your sensitive cunt. 

"keep looking at yourself, baby." he wanted you to see the things he saw. 

his hand dipping into your panties, two heavy fingers spreading around the wetness he knew was there. it was warm and just aching for him. the tight hand around your neck gripped just a little tighter as you moaned. 

you looked so pretty like this. tits out and just begging to be fucked good. he was glad you were finally starting to see it like how he did. finally accepting his attention. 

it was like you could see the effect you had on him. the way you strived to be desired and wanted. you were the center of his world, and he would do anything to make you see that. 

his words were low and raspy, dripping with need. 

"youre so damn pretty bunny, look at yourself. I could do this all night long." he just loved the way your body was submitting to all of this. being thrown into something so intimidating and coming out feeling even better. 

he waned you to know how good it could feel to give in to your sickest desires. maybe you liked being watched, you liked being the center of attention. and that's what this was all about. his fingers curling inside you and pressing right into that sensitive spot that got you to squirm. 

you started to pant, your body starting to tremble. he wanted you, and he wanted you to know it. "do you know how bad you look right now?"

the humiliation started to creep back in as he pushed you further. 

"s-stop" you whimpered in a desperate moan. and he couldn't help but chuckle. how you practically begged him to stop. he knew you didnt really want him to, you were just getting overwhelmed. he placed a quick kiss on your cheek before pressing his lips up against your ear. "no baby, im not gonna stop, not when you looked so good like this. like a little slut that just wants to cum all over my fingers."

your moans grew louder, your body arched in a begging way for his. he could feel all of it. the way you tightened around his fingers and started to drip out more slick. your body was begging, shaking, just pleading to be fucked. 

"does it feel good?" he crooned into your ear. 

and you finally gave in. moaning out, "i-it feels so good." 

he relished in it. the sound of your words that he had been waiting so long to hear. to hear you give in to the pleasure. the stubborn and coy attitude now gone and replaced with submissive moans and gasps. he had you right where he wanted you. right where you belonged. 

his hand moving to pull at your hair, keeping your head up to watch how his fingers fucked into you and pulled out desperate moans and mewls. he spoke to you in between the kisses on your neck. "that's my good girl, there she is."

he pressed his fingers against your sweet spot, applying just enough pressure to get you to moan. his heavy fingers staying snuggly fucked up inside of you while the palm of his hand grazed against your clit and got you to squirm even more. he could tell how bad you needed it. 

"tell me what you want, baby." he purrs in a low rumble. ready to give you anything you asked for. 

and of course, you moaned out, "i wanna cum." so sweetly, it was pure honey to his ears. 

he was so happy you were finally being so vocal with him. letting him know what you wanted and what felt good. he was happy to get you to cum. shoving his fingers into you even deeper, making a mess of your panties and mind as he pulled you over the edge and got you creaming around his fingers. it was a dream come true to him. 

"good girl . . . good fuckin' girl." he moans, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you watched him slip his hands out from your panties. face flushed and broken as you looked at the mirror. 

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[punkkture]

omg gloryhole simon ??? sorry ??? i guess ?? this is VERRYY taboo but i just couldn’t help myself

{ mdni } wc: { 577 }

dead dove warning - omegaverse , gloryhole teehee

it's common for soldiers and other pent up men to visit one of the very few gloryholes around. how else were they supposed to release that tension? going around trying to find an omega? they didn't have time to go out to the bar and just hope for a hookup.

at least simon didn’t. the busy man he was.

it was easy for him to throw on one of the many black balaclavas and let loose for once. even if it was just for an hour.

of course he felt dirty. he always did anytime he came to one of these. it was no better than going to a strip club and paying the dancer an extra stack of hundreds . . . with this . . he at least could detach himself a little more.

but this time was different for some reason. his sensitive nose able to get a whiff of every omega in the room. mixed in with a couple other scents he’s learned to drown out. but this time he didn’t even have to try.

an almost sickeningly sweet smell clouding up his nose.

his feet dragged him towards the skin shivering scent. and he could’ve melted. this poor little omega sticking her ass out with no attention. every other alpha in the building practically going feral for the regulars.

simon had no problem walking up behind you and palming your ass. it was an unsettling feeling that was pooling in the bottom of his gut. this doesn't happen with him. his eyes never get hazy from just a scent alone. part of him was happy at the fact your skin wasn't sweaty and there wasn't a sticky layer of cum already on the floor below you.

even just for tonight, at least for this moment, he had you first.

"you not gettin' any attention, huh sugar?" he purrs, mindlessly speaking.

it wasn't often 'patrons' spoke to you. and it wasn't often that they smelled good. he smelled mouth watering. "uh-uhm" you stuttered, never getting flustered especially in a profession like this.

he patted your ass a couple times, parting your legs a little more with his foot. a deep chuckle coming from the wall behind you.

"don't gotta worry about a thing . . . ill make sure you feel special" his heavy voice rings.

he didnt give you a second before his leaking tip was prodding into your hole. thick hands holding you by your waist once he started rocking in.

never has simon let out an audible sound from one of these . . . events. but a mix of your saccharine scent and those soon to be creamed walls were just killing him.

his eyebrows furrowed into a pathetic curve while his feet adjusted their stance, trying to not arch himself down. it was irritating almost, that such a sweet thing was found in a place like this.

his nose twitched under the fabric of his balaclava, wishing this stupid fucking wall wasn’t keeping him from your top half. desperately wanting to get a good whiff of your scent. and he's only somewhat settled when he can feel your legs start to twitch and react to the strangely comforting way his hands are groping at you.

he doesn't care to pull out like he normally does. he wants you to feel all of it. only leaving you with a warm pat on the ass when he walks away to wait outside in the back alley until your shift is over.

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[punkkture]

PLEASE PLEASE MORE PERV!BF SIMON

meeting pervy simon at the club and he just can't help but try and have you.

{mdni}

dead dove warning - simon who can and will spike your drink

the entire night his eyes have been drifting over to you. fluttering through the dark red lights in the nightclub. anytime his pupils kissed the idea of your angelic frame, the music seemed to die down an stop pulsing in his head.

it was only a matter of time before his feet practically dragged his body over to you.

and what kind of woman would you be to deny him? a man like that? you'd be delusional to not be smitten with his rousing smile, showing off his white teeth and making his dark eyes seem even heavier.

you didnt even feel like you could blame the strong alcohol in your system. it was as if the energy surrounding him was enough to make you swoon.

and god, when he opened his mouth and spoke to you for the first time, your face felt numb.

"pretty little thing like you is bound to have a boyfriend, hm?"

he knew you didnt. of course you didnt. coming to a place like this in an outfit like that? simon had been watching you all night - seeing your eyes turn away from his every time he caught you looking. but a sick part of him just wanted to hear you say no, to hear you say you didnt have a boyfriend and you were suitable for his picking.

the next forty-five minutes filled with your bashful giggles and this carnal flirts.

it got to that point in the night where you were practically attached to his hip. your cheeks going warm and red when his hand snaked around your waist and gave a sweet tug. your eyes already dazed out and a little low. simon could tell you were struggling to really understand what he was saying. he had bought you a couple drinks by now - enough to at least to get your mind to subconsciously trust him.

he caught an idea of how your head worked. a sweet girl. that probably thought too much of what others cared about her. a people pleaser, not a complete doormat, but close enough for him to get his plan to work.

the tipsy and squirmy body of an angel rested on his lap, sitting in a booth away from the busy bar he found you by. a craven smile on his lips while those aphotic eyes of his were stuck on that natural blush you wore.

"got such a pretty dress on, baby." his flirts and muses continued. a soft pinch of his fingers on your hip to get your mind distracted from the grabbing he was doing in his pocket.

distracting you from the way his arm reached behind you in an aloof manner, as if he was just pretending to press closer against your body.

and to really nail the head in the coffin, those eyes, you just couldn't look away from them. not went his eyelids went hazy and his unperceivable pupils stared you down. the heart that was already beating rapidly in your chest seemed to skip when he leaned closer to you. getting your lips to kiss against his.

simon smiled against the honeyed kiss. he couldn't contain his excitement - your callowed perception of what life was, what men really were, was just too innocent. it warmed his heart almost. his fingers tipping the roofie into your drink on the side table.

it was only a matter of time before he was dragging you back home with him, maybe he wouldn't even be able to wait that long.

simon sat there watching you indulge on the already bitter liquor. too drunk to notice the subtle taste shift. he thought about what you'd feel like. thought about what you'd look like in just an hours time.

maybe he'd take you to the bathroom . . . maybe he'd coo to you and assure you its alright as he pulls your panties to the side and bunches up your dress. or what if he was feeling sweet enough to grab your hair instead of your neck when he first shoves his thick cock into your velveted cunt. maybe he wouldn't even pull out, he'd stuff you full of his cum and not tell you about it ever again. leave you to try and figure out why you missed your next period. but they were all still plans for now.

his mind snapping back into the place and present by the sound of your little cough when the burning drink flowed down your throat.

an illicit smile forming on his face.

love pervy simon so much. he makes me feel so loved.