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Simon Riley x female!reader, sub!Simon, soft Dom, Dom reader, riding, orgasm delay, orgasm control, light breeding kink

Simon's moaning was downright sinful as you lowered your hips over his cock, slow as syrup, letting your ass meet his thighs for just a moment before you lifted up again.

Your thighs ached, but it was worth it to see his eyes dark and wet, pleading, the muscles of his arms bulging as he clutched the headboard.

"Please, baby, c'mon, so fucking good," he moaned, "just a li' more- I'm so close, please, baby please let me come-"

You drew your hands up his chest, squeezing his pecs, and let your pussy squeeze his cock from the top down as you took him in again. His face was a trembling, teary mess, his lips swollen where your kissed them and his eyelashes clumped up with tears. You'd been riding him for ages, just fast enough to keep his cock hard, and Simon was so far gone under you it was like you could reach between his ribs and put your hand on his heart.

His heartbeat throbbed under your palm, in the vein at his neck, and you settled your lips to it and sucked. He keened, head flung back, his thighs twitching and hips desperately hitching up, trying so hard to stay good and still for you even while his body screamed for a release.

"I love you," you crooned into his throat, and when he sobbed and stuttered his own reply you sank your teeth into his pulse and fucked him, taking his cock in and out, working your slippery cunt over him. Your body rocked up and down, the mattress creaking, as Simon begged and cried while your teeth worked a dark ring over his throat.

You sat up, moaning yourself as your pussy squeezed and clit throbbed, and shoved two fingers into Simon's mouth. "Make me come," you said, and he released the headboard to grip your hips instead, fucking up into you fast and deep, the way you loved it, until your pussy finally soaked his groin, soft trembling waves of pleasure that slowed your own motions, made you syrupy, soft.

"Go ahead baby, take me," you urged, petting Simon's tongue, and he groaned deep in his chest and hauled your cunt down, his cock forced inside deeper than before, too deep, a pang in your belly that made you clench and shudder. His cock shoved right up to your cervix as he pumped thick ropes of come into it, eyes rolling back, his balls aching as he released what felt like his soul into your body.

When his grip finally relaxed, you slid your fingers out of his mouth, just for a moment while you slid up against his side to hold him to your chest- he took your fingers back with a soft croon, pupils blown out and his whole body heavy and loose. You kissed his forehead, down his cheeks, cradled him against your breasts where he could bury his face and hide a little.

The wet slick of your combined come smeared along your thighs, and you slid your other hand down to push two fingers into your aching cunt- trying to keep it in, hold in as much as you could, hope it took.

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Dunno if you've seen it but I've been trying to find this drabble of simon amd reader womb fucking, it's not one you've written but it's like car sex in a gym parking lot. Have you seen it?

I haven't!

Any followers able to help out on finding this?

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After working 13/14 I am finally vaguely alive and doing more requests!

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Poly!TF141 x female!reader, omegaverse, gangbang, heat, knotting

You're damn lucky to have your pack of alphas. It's a lot of work, managing them, but they've worked as a team for so long that the usual alpha vs alpha aggression has long since been taken care of.

Which means that when your heat hits, your pack simply toss a coin for the order they get to take you in.

And you need all four of them.

Gaz drags his lips up your throat, lingering over the snarl of scar tissue decorating the side, where four sets of alpha fangs left mating marks all tangled together. His big hands are warm as they pluck at your nipples, tugging the soft flesh until you whine and arch your back, wanting more- more pressure, more of his weight over your body, more of his strength filling you up.

His cock is lovely, long and hard with the flushed rosy tip, his knot swelling up at the base. Knees around his waist, you lock your ankles as he sinks in, moaning, tangling his fingers with yours as his knot rubs against your clit, spreading the slick that is drooling from your cunt. The steady, slow thrusts of his cock make more heat spread through your limbs.

Soap tilts your head to the side for a kiss, sucking on your tongue, swallowing the whines and moans you make as Gaz starts to pump his hips, knot knocking against your entrance at each thrust, pushing just a little harder each time. When he slips it in, just a little, you bite down on Soap's lip, drawing a ragged gasp from the other man. Ghost and Price are watching, shoulder to shoulder, and you hear their moans when Gaz does it again, popping in and out just to make you squirm.

"Alpha, alpha please," you moan, and soft, liquid lightning pours down your spine as Gaz finally holds your hips steady and works his knot in, spreading you open, the wet sound of your cunt swallowing him to the root ringing in your ears like a bell. He's a perfect fit, snug from tip to base, and his thighs tremble when you start to come on his knot, heat flushing down your chest, holding him in place. His hips pinned to yours are all you need for a while, catching your breath as he settles in, the throb of his knot inside you making both your bodies ache, softly moaning.

You both shout when Soap, impatient, gets his hand between your bodies, working his fingers over your clit, making you clench down hard. The knot is immovable, wedged deep, and the desperate squeeze of your pussy around it and the throbbing ache in your clit make your eyes roll back, coming again, and Gaz buries his face into your shoulder as he begins to come with you, a steady rush of heat filling you up. He can't move with your bodies locked together, but he grinds a little, Soap's fingers pressed hard against your clit, and the reflexive twitch and clench send more slick squirting out around the edges of his knot.

He's the quickest to lose his knot of them all, and the flood of come that drips from your hole when he sighs and pulls back out makes you moan again. It's sloppy, messy, and Soap's fingers slip through it easily, scooping up some to lick for himself. He offers his hand to Ghost, too, and the big man hums in pleasure as he does, holding Gaz's warm, fucked out eyes until he blushes through his darker skin.

Soap's happy to keep kissing you breathless for a while, sharing the rich taste of Gaz's come to your tongue, as Ghost lifts your hips and rubs the tip of his cock against your hole. He's thick, hard, and you whine when he stretches your hole out. It's soft and warmed up from Gaz, and sucks his cock inside easily, making him groan as that unbelievable heat soaks into him from the groin up.

The steady, hard thrusts make you shift on the bed, breasts bouncing, and you whine and tangle your fingers into Soap's mohawk when he moves down to suck your nipple. Gaz gets his mouth on the other, and they tease and nip with their teeth, sloppily kissing each other over you as Ghost pants, moaning low in his throat as his knot swells up, so wet with your slick that it slips out of your hole at first, nearly splashing with the force of his hips as he grunts and works his knot in. The sweet stretch of it makes your muscles quiver, rhythmic clenching as he drags your body against his, bending to kiss Gaz and have his own throat licked by Soap, the meeting of their mouths above your body a gorgeous, messy vision.

You whine and clench at the sight of them, heat-haze swamping your mind, reaching out to pull them one by one back to your own mouth. Ghost rumbles deep in his chest, and you sob outright when he places his hand over your lower belly, his knot curving under his palm through layers of fat and muscle. Your clit is swollen, so sensitive it hurts, and the little rolling thrusts he makes tug at the hidden nerves, more come flooding into you as your body squeezes and flexes, milking him, drinking it up eagerly.

Ghost is moaning and shaking, orgasm drawing more softness out of him, and he shoulders Soap and Gaz aside to cuddle over you, wrapping you in his embrace as his knot throbs and cock twitches. He's rumbling so deep in his chest it's practically a purr, and he only reluctantly shifts his hips away when you whimper. The heat is still rolling through you, and a softened knot can't compare to the ready ones still waiting their turn.

Ghost pulls out carefully, ducking down to kiss you, and Price edges him aside to make room. His hips are thick and strong, and you open up eagerly for him, moaning into Ghosts mouth when he slides in. His cock is so heavy you can feel the weight of it, like it's holding you down, and there's a squelch as his knot, half-full, slips inside on the first thrust.

He takes advantage of your hole, sloppy and loose, and fucks you with it.

Ghost let's go of your mouth as you keen, wailing when each thrust from Price slams his knot inside then pulls it out again, your pussy gaping open for it every time. There's a sharp throbbing in your clit that spreads down, making your nerves sing, your belly tighten and clench as he keeps forcing you open over and over. Starbursts float in the corners of your eyes as the orgasm explodes, a wave of heat and sensation, and doesn't stop- can't stop- Price finally locks his cock inside you and his knot swells fully, immovable, and you sob brokenly as your cunt flutters and squeezes around him.

He's groaning over you as come is milked from him, his cock spurting inside you, your belly so full of come you can almost feel it swelling. His knot stays hard, too, a plug forcing all of their come deeper inside, your thighs soft and limp as another little pulse of orgasm ripples through you.

Soap takes your hips, when Price finally pulls out, and rolls you over to your front. You can't hold yourself up, and he props up your body with pillows. You feel his fingers in your hole, his tongue licking up a thick line of come dripping out, and then he's inside, in and thrusting hard, so heavy and fast- he's not having sex, he's using you, a wet and open hole to drain his knot into.

Soft ah ah aahs spill from your lips as he fucks you, ass bouncing, your clit rubbing against the pillow. A fist tangles in your hair, lifting your head, and your moans echo the other men as they watch you be taken. No strength in your limbs left, just Soap holding your head up to see the fucked out, heat-drunk, drooling mess of your face, while his cock and knot slam hard into your cunt. If you're coming, you can't tell, all your senses overwhelmed into a foggy ache of pleasure and pain. There's more liquid lightning down your spine, cunt managing to clench just that little bit more, and Soap snarls and forces his knot deep into you, the bubbling mess of come soaking your pussy and thighs leaking onto the pillows.

He holds you like that while he comes, head pulled back so far it's a struggle to breathe, until he releases you at last. You heave for breath, as someone works a plug into your cunt- a big one, to hold in all the come where you're so stretched and gaping- and are rolled off onto a clean spot of mattress as your eyes drift shut.

A nap, and then when you wake, you'll be ready for two of them in your cunt at once.

By the end of the heat, you'll be begging for all four.

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15 and 41 for personal ask qs! and hope you feel better soon luv!

15. What's the last thing you ate?

A bowl of Reese's Pieces cereal for breakfast....thanks for the reminder to go eat something else today!

41. Would you rather go on a date to a museum or a concert?

A museum! More opportunity to talk, less noisy, lots of stuff around to talk about together in case you struggle to keep a conversation going. Plus lots of little quiet areas you can get a kiss in semi-private!

Thank you friend! I'm trying, it's that time of year where all the allergies are out for Vengeance.

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1 and 7 :3

1. How many followers do you have?

As of today, 1212! Which is insane to me, even knowing a good chunk of those are bots...

7. Would you consider yourself good at art?

Yes! I like the art I make, I think I've done good work and I'm trying to keep improving (taking art here to mean both digital art and writing :))

Thanks anon! 💜

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My brain is dying under an onslaught of Benadryl and work. Hit me up!

42 personal questions ask game

how many followers do you have?

when’s the last time you went on a date

how many posts have you made?

What type of shoes do you wear?

what colour are the walls of your room

where are you right now? (not exact location. ex: at a park)

would you consider yourself good at art?

who was your first kiss?

do you still sleep with stuffed animals?

what’s your favourite piece of clothing you own?

do you live in an urban, suburban, or rural area?

what’s your favourite store to shop at? (online or irl)

if you had to choose one POSITIVE word to describe yourself, what would it be?

do you collect anything?

what’s the last thing you ate?

if you go to therapy, do you like your therapist?

what’s one thing you want to buy, but don’t have the money or resources to get?

Who’s the first person you can think of?

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

If you could revive one tv show that has been cancelled, what show would it be?

do you consider yourself a part of any alternative subculture? if so, which one(s)?

who was your childhood favourite music artist?

CDs or record players?

Do you believe in any conspiracy theories?

would you get back together with an ex if given the opportunity?

favourite kid’s show character?

is the person you call your best friend actually your best friend?

when you’re sad, do you prefer to listen to music to match your mood, or listen to happy music?

what’s the last outfit you wore?

do you have any online friends?

least favourite clothing style that is currently popular

how often do you do your laundry?

do you prefer silver or gold jewelry?

what’s your book/movie/tv guilty pleasure?

if you could change your hair however you want, how would you change it?

do you paint your nails?

what’s an uncommon/specific /obscure topic you’re interested in?

what’s the name of your first pet/what would you name your first pet if you had one?

what’s one feature you would change on tumblr?

what’s the most interesting item you own?

would you rather go on a date at a museum or a concert?

what’s one regret you have?

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Hi boo sadly the demon in my head is being annoying again & decides to make me so self conscious of my small boobs 😔 im quite a curvy girl so it makes my body looks so disproportionate sobz

do you have any tlc imagines/headcannons with any of the boys be it 141/los vaqueros/graves/alex? Im not picky! Thankzz if you decide to write this 🫶🏼❤️‍🩹

Hey love! I've got you covered already- Gaz x chubby!small boobs!reader

In general, I think all the lads would be delighted with a soft, curvy girl with sweet little tits to play with- just the right size to hold in their palms, tease your nipples until you're squirming, wanting more.

Especially when you're just relaxing, cuddling together, one hand always comes up to hold a boob. Like a little comfort thing, not teasing or anything, just a nice soft curve to cup their hand around, feel your heartbeat under the flesh.

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FUCK I HIT POST AGAIN ARE YOU KIDDING ME

It's not fucking done yet Christ on a cracker

Ignore this until it's done please uuugh

Going to a kink event and being drawn into the dark room, no lights, just senses and bodies. You get overwhelmed and start to panic, but a man draws you back against him, soothing you, kissing slow up the side of your neck. He pulls you a little out of the press of bodies and just tucks you into his lap, spreading your legs over his, letting you feel his cock under your pussy.

It's enough to calm you down, let you breathe, and he moans against your ear when you start to shift your hips, letting yourself feel him under you. You hope he'll get inside you, try to encourage him, whispering soft pleases and yeses as he plays with your nipples, slips his thumb into your mouth.

Surrounded by the sounds and moans of the others you let yourself relax and guide his cock into you. Thick and hard, feels so good when he's settled in all the way, and you let him bounce you in his lap.

You twisted the little beaded bracelet around your wrist- blue, signaling you were here single, and willing to play. So far you hadn't had anyone approach you though, other than a couple of friendly smiles from people clearly occupied already- blows to your self confidence that made you shrink in on yourself, rethink the plain black T-shirt and fishnet tights you'd worn, the confidence in attending your very first kink event withering away like a dead flower.

You couldn't just stand awkwardly in the middle of the room, so you kept going, passing a door marked for water sports, another beaded curtain giving a little privacy to something only labeled "group"- you snuck a peek in and thought about joining them, but the daisy chain of bodies on the rug all seemed too intimidating, too many lovely bodies compared to your own.

The last door was named the Dark Room, and you had a brief thought that it was for photography- but a look instead gave you a little foyer closed off with blackout curtains, and the sounds of many people beyond.

When the door closed behind you, there was no light at all, and you groped forward through the hanging curtains into the space beyond. You could hear the wet sucking, smacking, fervent noises of bodies coming together, and squeezed your thighs together as it made your belly clench. Without a way to see what was happening- who was around- maybe this would feel a little better, your own flaws hidden in the dark.

Someone bumped into your leg, and you felt them nosing along the floor, yelping when a hot, wet tongue slipped out and licked along your foot, up the side of your ankle. You stepped back, startled, and your outstretched hand found someone's breast- they moaned, arching into you, and you squeaked and yanked your hand back.

Maybe this was a mistake. You were scared to move and touch someone else, even knowing that would be the point of a room like this- anonymous in the dark, hands and bodies connecting without any preparation other than what could be groped and scented. It was too overwhelming, and with your own confidence already shaken it just felt like the final nail in the coffin.

You bit back hot tears and shuffled backwards, trying to find the curtains. There was a little space, so you took another small step- and came up short against someone who felt huge, broad and tall, eclipsing you as big, rough hands caught your hips and held you still against him.

"Easy there, love," a voice rumbled in your ear, quiet and deep, like thunder. You gasped, and gasped again when one of those hands came up and cupped your breast over your shirt. "What you got all this on for? Let me help you." Soft lips nosed at your ear, down your throat, and you let your head fall back on his shoulder. One man, one person, that was alright- you blinked and there was no difference, just the brush of your eyelashes- and let your hands trace down the side of his arm to his hand. Beefy, thick and strong, his fingers squeezing at the soft curve of your belly as he drew your shirt up and away.

In the dark, you don't have to hide yourself, or try and look past anything, you can just be, and it's so relaxing, in the little bubble of the hands touching you, the mouth leaving soft kisses on your throat. One hand comes up and teases your nipple, tracing gently up your breast in questing circles until he finds it; the other snags the threads of your fishnets, following the line down to your thigh, the crease between your legs.

"These can stay," he growls, and tugs a section so it snaps back against you, a little stinging line just to the side of your pussy. You moan, the ache starting to build in you, the desire for more. He chuckles. "You like that, love? Bit of spice?" He snaps again, a little closer this time, and your hips arch.

The man draws you further against him, your ass properly up against him now, and you feel the hot line of his cock against you. He's huge, a little damp trail smearing over your cheek where the head rubs, and you wriggle a little against him.

"Please," you whisper, turning your head, and catch the side of his mouth under your lips. It's rough, weirdly shaped, but opens up easily for a kiss, his tongue slick and hot.

"Not yet, princess. You're not ready for me yet." You shudder a little, thinking of that cock and how it'll stretch you out, and spread your thighs when his fingers creep down further. The mesh gusset of the fishnets stretches under the press of his thumb, as he rubs up and down, forcing your folds apart beneath it, making you squirm. He's rough, pressing too hard, but when you arch and try to pull your hips back for relief there's no room- you're squeezed up right to him, big thighs bracing yours, his other hand still playing with your nipple, plucking and pinching.

You whine into his mouth, betrayed by the slick rush between your legs as he finds your clit and starts flicking it instead. There's a little relief from the mesh covering it, but it's not enough to protect you from the harsh back and forth of his thumb, how he holds you in place with his arm while your hips bounce and squirm. When your mouth is finally released, you gasp for breath, trying to get your spinning head back.

The lack of light keeps you off balance, leaving you without any spatial awareness. No one else is touching you- the moaning and grunts of the other people might as well be a soundtrack as your tormentor starts to hump his cock against the curve of your ass, angling his hips so it slides down between your cheeks, hot and heavy. He's panting into your ear, squeezing your breast harder, and you moan and whimper as that damned thumb keeps flicking, keeps rubbing over your clit, making your knees weak even as you keep trying to back away from the unyielding touch.

"Wait," you manage finally, as pressure starts to build up in your pussy, a clench you can't hold back, "wait, st-"

His thick hand leaves your nipple and clamps over your mouth, silencing you, and you shout into his palm as the man pinches your clit, jerking it between his thumb and forefinger.

"Stop?" He growls, just into your ear, his words hidden from anyone else, "Stop, when you're in here so fucking wet I can smell it, so soft and gorgeous in my hands- fuck- come on baby, give it to me, I'll take it anyway," and you come with a strangled moan, coming up on your toes as your back arches, slick gushing from your cunt as it squeezes, clit throbbing as the man keeps rubbing it, dragging it out past pleasure and into a sharp pain that makes you sob.

You sag in relief when he finally stops, mumbling protests as he lifts you up with strong arms, biceps bulging, his cock nudging between your thighs as he carries you a few steps- back? Sideways?- until he stops, bumping into something, and you realize he's sitting just in time for his thighs to spread under yours, opening your knees wide. His cock is cradled under your pussy, rubbing against the wet fabric, and he puts a hand over your mouth again as he grips a handful in his fist.

The sharp riiip of your tights is covered up by someone else's orgasm, and you whine against the palm covering your lips as the man slips his thumb back against your clit,

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Very intrigued by the apparently nice murder room concept. Any idea who's murder room it is?

None at all. Asleep me is very uncooperative. Is it nice because it's not actually a murder room? Is it definitely a killers playground but he spent a lot of time on interior decorating?? WHO KNOWS NOT ME

So we'll play with that a bit lol

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Currently in the pipeline:

The price/reader med exam fic

Couple of somno ideas

Kink club dark room dubcon

Haunted house event noncon

Couple of asks I've been sitting on forever

Another dark!Gaz idea (he's too pretty to be nice)

More of the Kate/reader universe featuring the other lads

Something I woke up and wrote down in my notes only as "he's got a murder room but it's actually very nice" so idk what's going on there

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Johnny Mactavish x female!reader, Kate Laswell x female!reader, Soap x Laswell x Reader, vibrators, Dom/sub vibes, public orgasms, dubcon, anal fingers, blowjobs, facesitting, multiple orgasms

Soap frowns a little as he hears it again- a low, almost inaudible buzzing. He'd thought maybe a fly was stuck in the briefing room, but the sound was too steady for that.

He strains his ears- he's bored, this meeting is boring, it could have been an email- and tries to pin it down. Somewhere relatively close, or he couldn't hear it at all- and since you're the only person close to him, he looks at you first.

You're sweating.

His first thought is, are you sick? The briefing room is always kept ice cold to discourage napping. But even with the flushed cheeks he doesn't think that's it. Soap's good with details, with people and how to read them.

Right now, you're red faced and sweating,muscles clenched tight, at odds with everything else in the room. You and Soap are at the back, even, tucked close to the corner, out of the way.

The buzzing picks up, and pulses in a heartbeat rhythm, bzz-BZZ, bzz-BZZ, and your knee jumps, a tiny gasp slipping through your lips. Soap keeps his face very carefully neutral and facing forward, even as it all crashes in.

You've got a fucking vibrator.

Sitting in the middle of superiors and commanding officers, and there's something shoved into your pussy. Something that's going hard enough that it's starting to crack your composure. Something he doesn't think you can control, with both hands in view on the table, thighs quivering, Soap the only one sitting near you, because he was late and slid through the door and grabbed the closest seat-

His cock twitches. Fuck, this is the most insane thing he's ever seen, and suddenly that faint little motor is all he can hear- forget Price's droning on, his ears are locked in on you and your breathing, the way you bite back every soft moan, as the vibrator does it's delightful business.

He wonders what kind it is. A little bullet snugged up against your clit? Something thick, giving you girth to clench down on as it buzzes? Vibrating panties, maybe, to make your whole soft cunt tender and sensitive.

But who's controlling it?

Glancing around, Soap considers his options. Not Price, leading the meeting, or Ghost, next to him and both hands in view as he takes notes. Gaz, maybe, but he hasn't turned to look at you once- Soap wouldn't be able to keep his eyes off you, if he was the one driving you crazy. He can barely keep himself under control as it is, knowing what he knows, when you don't know he knows.

Laswell.

She's in the opposite corner, phone in her hand, eyes on the projector screen but flicking over to you. The phone is facing in, screen hidden, but Soap thinks he can just see her thumb moving up and down in the shadows. A steady rhythm, bzz-BZZ.

Soap is hard enough, fast enough, it gives him a head rush. Fuck, he didn't even know you and Laswell have a thing- possibly a thing- enough of a thing you gave her control over your cunt, fuck. He stretches his arms out, and leaves one over the back of your chair, smiling politely when you shoot him a glance. Nothing to see here, just getting comfortable. He waits, gives it a minute, and then when he feels you tense against his arm, shifts so that he settles right over your shoulders, letting the heavy weight of his arm push you harder against your seat.

Your hand snaps out to grab his thigh, fingers digging in, and you actually close your eyes to hold onto your composure. Fuck, this is so hot, every inch of you desperately trying to stay quiet as his arm forces your pussy harder against the vibrator, drives the sensations deeper. He thinks he can even hear the faint wet sounds of soaking pussy as your hips start to grind in little, unstoppable circles.

His phone pings softly. A text- mind giving her a hand?

He looks over to Laswell, gets a tiny nod, and winks at her. God bless the woman, really. Soap lets his arm off your shoulders, rests it against the back of your chair for a moment, then nudges you to lean forward in your seat. You look at him, frowning, then over to Laswell- and her nod to you makes you bite your lip, fuck he wishes he was the one doing that- and then you lean forward, resting on your elbows, giving him enough room to slip his hand down to your ass.

Gorgeous, thick and strong, he's been watching this ass bounce in his field of view since you joined the squad. He gets a palmful of each cheek, squeezing, and wiggles a finger between to push through the layers at your pussy- he can feel the vibrator now, buzzing against his finger, but it's not enough. He wants more than this over- clothes teasing.

Slowly, carefully, he drags his hand back up, slipping it instead into the small space made at your belt when you leaned forward. It's not enough room, but you jerk a little, readjust- and Soap is granted the near-silent whisper of a zipper sliding down, and the waist of your pants opening just enough for his whole hand to slide down, fingers between your cheeks, where your skin is so hot and so damp-

-and your pussy has leaked everywhere, so slick and slippery Soap just clings onto his own composure and reminds himself fucking you on the table right now wouldn't be a good idea. His middle finger just catches on your hole, and he rubs the rim of it, his own face flushing when he bumps up against the vibrator, thick silicone that he maps out to find where it extends in a fat little wand against your clit. Fuck, no wonder you're about to cream your pants, Laswell has been winding you up like crazy.

Soap rubs again around your pussy, teasing, and when you gasp a little again and bite down on your lip, takes it away- and feels the vibrator back off as well, gently thrumming. Laswell catches his eye with a little grin. Oh, the game is on.

His finger pushes back down, then away again, as Laswell does something to make the vibrator settle into a soft rhythm, barely going, just enough that you're kept on edge, waiting for it- and when she suddenly bumps up the frequency, your thighs jumping and hands pressing to your mouth, Soap takes the chance to get his middle finger up against your asshole, and pushes in.

It's hot and wet from your pussy leaking everywhere, so tight he can't get further than the first knuckle, but fucking hell that's all you need. Your eyes squeeze shut and he feels it, the deep muscle clenches and waves, the way the vibrator shifts as your cunt squeezes so tight, your breath coming in sharp little pants muffled against your fingers. The way you come with his finger in your ass and Laswell's toy in your cunt.

Soap's cock, neglected and straining, twitches and spurts precome into his boxers, and he bites his own lip. Fuck, he won't be able to stand up.

The vibrations slow, then stop, and Soap teases your hole a little as you come down, drawing out only when he hears Price start his usual end of meeting spiel. Fuck, he's not paid any attention- who could?

The others gather their things, and Soap slips his hand away before the lights come on, leaning over for a pencil to give you some cover to fix your pants.

Thank fuck, Laswell stands and says you and Soap need to stay behind for a few minutes more. When the door closes with a click behind Gaz, Soap throws his chair back, palming his cock with a moan of relief.

He looks you in the eye when he sticks his damp finger into his mouth, sucking, and God the way you whine and stutter at the sight is enough to give a man a complex.

Laswell leans on the back of his chair. "Need a hand, MacTavish?" She murmurs, and Soap grins in delight.

"Aye, sir, think I could do with some extra support right now."

He's expecting your hands, long fingers and soft palms- and nearly chokes on his tongue when you get on your knees instead, opening his pants to pull out his cock, and set to sucking at the head like it's water and you're dying of thirst. His hand flies to the back of your head, gripping the soft strands, and Soap lets his head fall back, soaking in the hot, wet mouth licking his cock. You're damn good, too, working your way down the shaft, lips stretching out in a wet ring, tongue flicking over his head. Laswell is just leaning against him, and he's never thought of her sexually but damn, today is a day for discoveries. The way she watches you swallow his cock, approving, the strength in her hands and arms as they come up to rest over his shoulders.

Laswell lifts her phone up as you moan, slurping, and shares a smirk with Soap as she thumbs up the little digital toggle- and Soap holds your head in place as you whine and jerk, eyes tearing up, the vibrator coming back to life between your thighs.

One of your hands flies between your legs, for relief or pressure he doesnt know, but Laswell stops you with just a shake of her head.

"Keep your hands on his thighs," she says, and you whimper and lave your tongue over his cock, "and if the nice sergeant says you've earned it, I'll let you have another." Soap moans as you redouble your efforts, all but choking yourself- and oh, there's a thought.

"Permission to handle things a little, sir?" He asks, and gets his own approving nod that goes right to his dick. "Relax your throat, love," he tells you, and waits for your hesitant nod and deep breath before he adjusts his grip and drags you down, down, wet mouth sliding until your lips reach the base. Fucking hell, so tight- so hot, wet, throat gagging and flexing around the head of his cock- there's a grunt and he feels your chest convulse, a ripple going right through him, and tugs you back off to pant.

And you, good girl you are, get a breath then go right back to sucking.

"Good girl, baby," Laswell croons, and Soap drags you down to throat his cock again, moaning at the squeeze before letting you go. "Treating MacTavish so well, you love it, don't you? A cock in your mouth while I play with your clit like this. I don't even need to touch you and you're soaking through your pants." She moves the toggle again, up and down, then in a circle that makes your eyes roll back. "Make him come, sweetheart, but don't you dare come yet on your own."

Soap nearly comes at that, the command in her voice, and pumps his hips back and forth over your tongue. You're a mess, spit and precome frothing up over your lips and hanging in strings to soak his open pants, tears in your eyes, flushed red as a berry. The thick hot smell of cock and cunt fills Soap's nose. He wants to come down your throat, and when Laswell settles her hand around his throat and pulls his head back he doesn't hold back a whine. "Laswell- please- can I-"

Laswell bends and breathes his ear as your head bobs frantically, moaning, the vibrator going so hard Soap can clearly hear it now. "Come down her throat for me, Sergeant."

Soap moans and thrusts and comes, cock shoved past your tongue and into your throat hard, balls drawing up tight as you choke and spit on him, eyelids fluttering, fuck the way your face contorts and stretches around his cock- the bulge he can just see past your chin, how your thighs are spread as you hump the air desperately- Laswell in his ear and fingers on his throat like his mic- there's fucking stars in his eyes as he pants, trembling, and when he heaves a gasp and relaxes his grip you pop off his cock, come drooling over your chin.

"Fuck, fuck please, Kate, Kate sir please please please, I'm gonna come, gonna come come cumming~!" and when Laswell snaps the vibrator to off. You actually wail in despair, letting go of Soap to collapse to the floor, hips jerking.

Laswell nudges you with her boot, and you roll over, a vision, a come-covered slut, and Soap's cock tries to get back in the game.

"Pants off," she orders, "give us a show," and Soap kicks the other chair away to give her room as you yank pants and panties down to your ankles, thrashing, unzipping her own enough to kneel over your head. Soap can't see between her legs, but fuck he can smell her, rich and thick, the scent of wet pussy and hair all riled up together. You make a sweet little moan when she settles over your face, and the wet sucking sounds Soap hears immediately wake his dick up the rest of the way.

He's too sensitive to stroke fully, but he does palm himself, cupping the head still wet from your throat. The bright pink end of the vibrator sticking out of your cunt calls his name, and he slides down to the floor, holding your thighs open. Amazing view, pussy all wet and swollen, slick smeared around your thighs and ass. The little wand part that sits over your clit is quiet for now, but Soap thumbs over it anyway, making you squeak as silicone rubs your bud. You squeak again when he smacks your thigh, and Laswell laughs breathily from her position on your face.

"Go ahead, have some fun, she's earned hers," she says, and the vibrator buzzes to life as Soap smacks your other thigh. He can see the clench of your belly muscles, the way your ass flexes as you rock, chasing down the orgasm that's finally within reach. He wets two fingers in the fucking puddle of slick, sucking them clean, mm, delicious, and then soaks them again before sliding both into your ass.

You make a garbled moan under Laswell, who moans as well, grinding her pussy down onto your face. Soap keeps his fingers deep, forcing them past the tight little ring. The vibrator is pulsing strong, constant waves through your flesh, he can feel it clearly through the thin layer between your ass and cunt, and when Soap curls his fingers and begins fucking your hole to the rhythm of the vibe he sees it happen- the high panting moans, the way your hands clutch at Laswell's thighs, how your thighs spread open and all the deep inner muscles squeeze in waves down to your little holes and throbbing clit.

Soap releases his aching cock, grips the base of the vibrator, and shoves it in hard, deep, as you begin to come.

You scream, all your muscles locking up tight, a long carrying sob of a wail that is muffled by Laswell's cunt, slick squirting out over Soap's hand and wrist, ass tight enough it hurts around his fingers. It feels like it goes on forever, and he can't help himself- he leans in, swipes his tongue over the drooling cunt presented so prettily for him. Even better straight from the source, he thinks, and looks up at Laswell as she moans and shudders over you, bouncing enough that he thinks you've got your tongue in her.

"Gorgeous, sir," he says, winking, and she swats at his head, which turns into hauling him down by the hair to suck at the soft, swollen folds of your cunt. You squeal between her thighs, your own thighs shaking, and Soap fucks the vibrator in and out as you come a little more, thick and creamy, your ass and pussy clenching together.

There's a frantic double tap against Laswell's thigh, clearly a signal, and Soap eases his fingers out even as Laswell picks up her phone and taps, stopping the vibe. You're panting under her, little spasms quivering through your belly and legs, and Soap grips his cock with wet fingers and jerks it hard, biting his lip through the sensitivity, groaning deep in his chest as he comes over your pussy, decorating the base of the vibrator down to the swollen little pucker of your asshole.

Laswell leans in, swipes her fingers through the mess, and stuffs them into Soap's mouth. Fucking hell, if he were a hair younger that alone would get his cock going again, tasting his own come and yours shoved onto his tongue. He sucks her fingers clean, making a show of it, and getting an approving little smile.

She does the same to you, climbing off your face, this time gathering a little of the sticky wet smeared over you from eyebrows to chin before making you take her fingers. Your eyes are big and dark, pupils blown out, and Soap gently tugs up your pants, letting your legs relax over his lap. He just came twice in less than an hour, he's spent, and just leans against the table as Laswell whispers some sort of sweet nothing's in your ear, petting at your hair while you come down. It's fucking adorable, really, and Soap does what he can, holding your hand in his when you reach out for him.

Laswell finally stands with a groan, stretching her back, and Soap does as well. He's a young and spritely sort of man, so he helps you up too, and uses the bottom edge of your shirt to clean your face a bit.

"All right, love?" He asks, and gets a dopey smile. He gets a kiss too, to his surprise, but he takes it and sucks Laswell's come off your lower lip.

"Go on out first, MacTavish," she says, and he redoes his pants and hopes he's at least mildly presentable. There's nothing to save you, fucked out little dope you are, but Laswell looks perfectly put together already. "I'll see her back to her room."

"Aye, sir," he says, and pauses at the door. "So, ah...maybe let me know next time you plan a little party? Would love to be in on it properly," he says, and winks again when you blush to your ears. Laswell waves him out.

"I'll text you," she promises, and two days later Soap gets an invite to a private messaging group and a link for an app to download.

"She's doing laps on the west field and I'm in a meeting. Have fun."

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John Price eating you out every morning before heading to base, making sure to soak his mustache in your scent as thickly as possible, scrubbing his beard across your pussy to get it spread everywhere as you whine at the scrape of it across your clit. This way he doesn't go a minute without smelling you, tasting you on the back of his tongue, keeping you with him until he can go home and refresh his memory again.

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Okay I just gotta throw this out there - pussy spanking with Ghost. Say as part of overstimulation play, him having fucked you near stupid and realizing he can push you over the edge again and again just smacking your clit, and him getting to enjoy you clenching down on him (pussy or ass, dealers choice) while he does so.

Simon Riley x female!reader, overstimulation, pussy spanking, clit spanking, squirting, multiple orgasms, fucked dumb

You're drooling messily, head flung back over the edge of the bed as your boyfriend rearranges your guts. His cock slams wetly into you, balls meeting your ass with a smack each time, and you moan throatily as your pussy clenches onto him.

He's deliciously thick, strong hips and thighs spreads yours open so you can't even squirm- pinned like a bug to the mattress as he takes his time, thumbs at your clit to make you whine, watching the thin, delicate skin of your cunt as it stretches and tugs at the base of his cock.

Your clit throbs, sparking with pleasure/pain as you ride the edge of a new orgasm, not quite falling over into it. Your mind is lost in a haze, and you clumsily mouth at Simon's thumb when he rubs it against your lips, wet with your own slick.

"Aw, baby, cock drunk already?" He mocks, as if he didn't spend your first two orgasms with his head between your thighs, sucking and licking until he had to hold your thighs open with both hands. All you can do is whine at him, tits bouncing on a particularly deep thrust, and he smacks your cheek a little as your eyes roll. Without a direct touch to your clit, you can't come- stuck in the syrupy arousal making your limbs weak, your nipples swollen and pink, at Simon's mercy.

Another light smack to each of your tits, and you arch your back, chasing his hands. When he pinches a nipple, you moan; he sucks the other between his lips, hard, and when you sob actual tears he lifts your head by the hair to lick those away too.

You blink at him with wet eyes, begging with little moans and gasps as he fucks your pussy, so lost to sensation you can't lift your arms to even get your own fingers on your clit. It's humiliating, and you recognize somewhere in the dim, pink recesses of your mind that he's truly fucked you dumb. You can't move or think or do anything except ride the waves.

Simon's big, strong fingers settle just above your clit, playing with your pubic hair, and you whine like a dog for a treat. "Want me to touch your clit, baby? Need a little help coming on my cock?" You nod against his grip on your hair, pussy clenching in waves, Simon's cock sliding in and out with liquid sounds. "Watch, show me you're watching," and you blink away the tears and try to focus. You can see where he's got you folded up, clit a hard little nub, pussy stretched out around Simon's cock, slick in sticky threads on your thighs, webbed through your hair.

Then Simon draws his hand back, and brings it down in a slap against your clit.

There's a moment where you hang in the balance, then your whole body arches, a scream clawing out of your chest as you come, squirting, seizing, hours of stimulation forced into a few seconds as your pussy squeezes so tight it hurts, lighting up your nerves, Simon letting go of your hair as he swears, hips speeding up. He can barely manage it through the incredible squeeze of your cunt around him, so tight it aches in his bones.

When he slaps your clit again, harder, you come again, a new squirt of fluid against his groin, splashing up his belly. Fuck. Fuck, can he just- make you- and he brings his hand down again, a sharp snap of his fingers over your clit, and gets his reward in another devastating squeeze around his cock.

Your mind is blank, burned out, each firm smack reverberating through you like electricity. Your clit is a screaming knot of nerves and pressure, and there's a vague awareness of the come slicking up your thighs, down your ass; more drool drips down your cheek as your head hangs, moans bubbling up, thighs quaking as the muscles cramp and twitch.

Simon's hips stutter, forcing his cock inside harder, and black spots float in front of your eyes. As he moans, calling out your name, he brings his hand down for one more slap, grinding hard, and you shriek and scream and finally pass out on his cock as he pumps come into you.

You come back to yourself when he drags you down the bed, pulling you properly onto the mattress, and blink up at him through a swimming, bleary sort of vision. Tears rolling down your cheeks, you let him lift you up, gently easing his cock from your pussy and cradling you against him. There's no strength in you, no reason or ability to move at all, except to pant for breath and mouth at Simon's hand when he cups your cheek.

"Fucking hell, sweetheart," he rumbles, and you moan weakly, past words. There's a throbbing, burning ache between your legs you can think about later. For the time being, Simon tucks you under his chin, stroking up and down your back, sweat and fluids making your bodies stick together. His lips press to your forehead, at your hairline, and you would purr if you could. The haze beckons, and you sigh with pleasure as you fade in and out in his arms, nothing in your mind except the body sensations, the scent of your sex, the thump of his heartbeat in your ear.

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JOHN PRICE about to take someone apart in a medically dubious and morally awful way, also picturing this beefcake in a doctor coat is hilarious. Stay tuned.

ok if I were to write a dubcon medical/gyno exam situation

who should be the manipulative doctor taking advantage

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3 days left to tell me who you think would most enjoy reader at their mercy

ok if I were to write a dubcon medical/gyno exam situation

who should be the manipulative doctor taking advantage

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Simon Riley x female!reader, pussy job, sub!Simon vibes, little bit of pregnancy/breeding kink

Simon's height, his broad shoulders and big thighs are definitely a big part of why you're attracted to him. You've always liked big guys, ones who can make you feel small without being some tiny waif of a girl. You like the way you fit against his body, curves coming together like puzzle pieces.

The best part is he's just tall enough, and his hips just high enough, for your favorite way to play.

He is braced against the wall, you don't have to do anything but lift yourself up. Standing on his feet, lifted up on your toes, you can just get enough height that his cock slots right between your thighs, trapped between your pussy and underwear. Straddling him like a balance beam, you lock your wrists behind his back, pressed right up close so there's no room- no space between your bodies, just the little minute thrusts he can manage as his cock slicks up against you.

Simon moans, his head dropping against your shoulder, and you feel the muscles of his back flex. "Baby, please, just a little more...just the tip, yeah? Make it so good f'r you..." He croons, and sucks on your neck.

At this angle, you can just get your mouth to his ear, licking along the shell. "Mm, but you can't do that, not right now. If your cock gets come anywhere inside my tight little pussy-" you squeeze your thighs tighter together, "-do you know what will happen?" You drag your tongue down, suck on his earlobe, twist your hips just a little. "You would absolutely get me pregnant."

"Motherfucker." Simon's hands clench so hard on the wall that you hear his knuckles pop. There's a wet splash against your ass as his cock twitches, spilling precome into the tight space he's stuck in. He's panting against your ear, his thighs shaking, ruined by one sentence.

"I just came off the birth control, honey. After you stop taking it, fertility goes way up for a while. I can't have you come inside me, even just- just a little will get it to take," you moan, and your pussy throbs as you think of it, at how easy it would be to get pregnant, to let the tip of his cock slip up and catch just inside your hole. Just enough, just the head, spilling out come that seeds your fertile, open womb. "Fuck, baby, can you feel it? How fucking hot I am? My pussy wants it so bad, Simon, get your come all up inside me-"

Simon fucking whines, almost a sob, his hips jerking frantically as he tries and fails to get any proper thrust. He can't move with your arms around his waist, his hands braced against the wall, there's no leverage. Just his cock slipping around against your pussy, tight hot heat so close and yet so far. The squelching, slick noises are music to his ears.

"Fuck," he growls, "fuck I can't- let me come in, please, just a little, I'll be good, won't knock you up," and he whines again when you moan against him, clit hard and sensitive as it rubs against his groin. You're so wet you can't tell the difference between your slick and his precome, all of it soaking into the fabric of your underwear, jeans stuck around your thighs.

"No," you say, and deliberately let your pussy clench, let him feel the way the soft, soaked flesh flexes against his cock. His hips jerk harder, half an inch back and forth. "Come on my pussy, love, just right here," and Simon's arms come down around you in a tight embrace as he moans, shudders, and his cock throbs and spills against your cunt. There's so much come and no where for it to go, just spilling all over your pussy, and you gasp and shiver yourself as his cock slips against your clit, dripping.

You moan when he releases you and staggers back a step, feeling cold without his arms around you. His cock bobs out of his jeans, come and slick hanging off it in thick strings- you lick your lips, swallowing, but before you can reach for him Simon is lowering to his knees, tugging your jeans down further.

"Gotta clean up my mess," he rumbles, eyes locked on the mess splattered between your legs, and leans in with a hard, long swipe of his tongue.