jemjimaa

[jemjimaa]

Hallo!! i was curious if you’d do maybe like a teen au with simon x reader? not like under 18 tho:< maybe like Bully/popular!simon x Loner/nerd!reader? :3

Ahhh!!!!! Ofc my sweet anon!! 🥰 I’ve seen other reqs like this to some other creators and I LOVE it being my first one! So of course and I hope you enjoyyyy ❤️

this will be told using the American school system Bcs that’s all I know well 😣

~tags: heavy smut, bullying, cnc if you squint, squirting, semi-public, unsafe sex, humiliation, degradation, spanking, spitting, descriptions of parental neglect/abuse, MDNI

𓍢ִ໋☕️✧˚ ༘ ⋆📓⊹ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖

Two weeks until you got out of this hellhole, and two weeks until you would never see him again.

As your senior year starts to come to a close, the holy grail of freedom from crowded halls, ugly looks and… him.

Simon Riley.

You may be a loner, yes… but not everybody hates you. You couldn’t say the same about Simon, though.

Tall, brooding, held back a year because of the amount of absences he had. A senior, just like you, but a 19 compared to your 18. Always wearing a mask, always hiding somewhere off to the side, never stepping into the light, except for you.

Because it was clear that Simon hated pretty much everybody, but he hated you especially.

you weren’t sure why, because you had never talked to him before the bullying started. Sure, you had caught him looking at you, but after the messy breakup you and your friend group had? A lot of people looked at you, and not in the good way.

Then the bullying started. Simon, always appearing on your way to class, bumping books from your hands and making sure his elbow drove deep into your stomach. He was the cause of your tears, more often than not, but he didn’t give a shit.

And then he stopped hiding it.

Came right up to you, just to shove you into the lockers, spinning you around and shoving your face against the metal cabinets. You would squeal and cry and plead, but it was useless. Simon was relentless.

“Oh, cry all you want baby… no one’s gonna help ya’, eh? No… they don’t care… they don’t care like I do…”

His twisted words made you hiccup over your tears, just as he chuckled behind you. The skirt you were wearing as suddenly a lot shorter than how you remembered it, and shame flushes your cheeks as you realize that Simon’s practically displaying your lacy pink panties to the entire hall.

The whispers grow louder as you squirm against him. Simon just chuckles, letting the crowd find their way to class… class! You’re going to be late, the teacher is going to kill you-

Simons hand flies down to your ass before you can react, making you cry out in pain. He shoved your short little skirt up and tugged the back of your panties high, only to tighten his grip and tug. Again and again, until he had wedged the fabric between your asscheeks.

Thank god the hall was clear now.

You sob and squirm as he forces a wedgie right up into you, your clit burning through the lacy fabric as he spanks you again. Why was he doing this?

“s-stop! Stop, stop Simon please-”

His hand comes to your throat, not tight enough to choke you, but to force your gaze up to his grin. He grips your cheeks, pressing into your soft flesh to open your mouth, before spitting into it.

You whine and sob harder.

“That’s it whore, swallow.”

You try not to, but you can’t close your mouth. You start to drool, tongue lolling out as tears stain your cheeks, your previously neat bun now messy and disgraced. Simon just tsks at your behavior, sighing before shoving two thick fingers to the back of your throat, making you gag.

Now you have no choice but to swallow, and he doesn’t release you until you do.

“Fuckin’ bitch… can’t just follow orders, now can ya’…”

You fall to the ground, heaving in raspy breaths as your skirt flutters back down around your thighs. Your throat is sore and your hair is a mess, and tears track mascara all the way down your cheeks.

Simons taste lingers on your tongue, like pine and cigarettes, mixed with stale beer. It should taste disgusting… but it doesn’t.

Simons scoffs and spits one more time at your face, shoving you against the lockers for good measure. And you hate the part of you that liked it, despite struggling to stand and collect yourself after. Some hidden daddy issues sort of kink, it had to be.

You couldn’t be turned on by him.

That was the first time Simon Riley bullied you like that, and he hadn’t stopped since. It carried on during lunch and during class, and sure it got him a few detentions… but it was public school. What were they going to do, care? Definitely not.

But now, here you are, two weeks away from graduation. Your finals are all done and taken, and you’re so sick of sitting alone, from begging for mercy from some sick bully that plagues you. Sick of school, but really, truly down with it.

So it doesn’t help that in your mind spiraling tangent, you push into the men’s bathroom.

You don’t notice, of course, it’s empty. And the bathrooms look practically identical of your not looking for the urinals.

Most of the other seniors are off for the next two weeks, they’re optional days of school. But you’d rather take the time to study at home, instead of risking your paperwork for college and your wrist for writing to your dad’s drunken rage.

You just need a break, a splash of water on your face. So you tug off your jacket and fix your pants, having bothered to never wear a skirt again, not since the… incident.

You splash water on your face with a low groan, slumping over the sink as the bathroom door opens. You don’t look up, you don’t care enough to. It’s probably just some teacher or underclass man that you don’t care about.

But the rumbling chuckle that you hear behind you makes you look up with fear, catching his reflection in the mirror.

Simon’s hand grip your hips faster than you can bolt, bending you over the sink and forcing you to throw your hands up against the mirror with a cry. You struggle in Simon’s grip, but it’s no use, especially when he pins your hands with one of his.

“Must be ma’ lucky day, hm baby… little fawn like you, stumbling into my bathroom? On the day everyone else has off?”

You cry out, struggling more fervently.

“Let me go! Let me go, Simon you’re sick, you’re so fucking sick-”

“Ah-ah-ah…”

He says, chuckling and rolling his hips against you, making you cry out. He had you pressed against the sink, legs around yours and pinning you down, your pants staring against the force and stretch of your body.

“Tha’s a lot of attitude baby… you wanna be punished?”

You sob against the mirror and sink, face still wet from the water. Two more weeks, two more weeks to survive Simon. You had to survive, you had to make it through.

“Stop! Stop you freak, w-why are you even doing this!”

You cry out, trembling beneath him. That makes Simon pause, looking down at you with a frown. You really couldn’t be that daft… could you?

Unless he was the emotionally constipated one that thought that this was flirting.

Simon didn’t have the best examples of love, growing up… his father being the dick that he was and his mother slowly losing herself to depression. So obviously Simon wasn’t going to know exactly what to do… right?

It was no secret that he was attractive. He was an asshole, yeah, and most people hated him. It didn’t change the fact that he was objectively handsome, a few scars here and there, and scrappy golden blonde hair that women wished matched his personality.

And Simon had like you for a long time, no doubt. He swore that at the beginning of the year, you had smiled at him. You were in the tutoring program that he had enrolled in, and fuck you just seemed so different… didn’t glare at him like the rest of them.

Not yet at least.

So he did what he only knew how to do, and led by violence. Knocked down your books ma then knocked down you, and it got to the point where he did have you up against the lockers, flashing your panties to the school. But when he tugged the pink lace up between your ass and you squealed like that? He could see the way that perfect pussy had jumped, leaking onto the fabric like a fountain.

So you had liked it.

And that only motivated him more.

But the thing is, that you just kept running from him. See, Simon was already here for an extra year, and he wasn’t going to waste it. He’d have you by graduation, or he’d track you down until you were his.

He chose the former.

So when he walked into the surely empty bathroom and saw you? It was a chance to claim you in a way he hoped no one had before, and make you his. Finally

“…you really don’t know, baby?” He said gruffly, still grinding up against your pert ass. You could feel it through your leggings, and suddenly you knew a lot more than you wanted to. “Because I need you… a’ haven’t tracked ya’ down all year just to let you go, no baby… gotta take ya nice and hard.”

He shoves you hard as you cry out, but it sounds suspiciously similar to a moan. You can feel him reaching down to you with the elastic of your pants, tugging it slowly.

You whimper, shaking your head.

“d-don’t, Simon don’t-”

Simon clucks his tongue, just tugging them harder until he reveal the soft white lace of your thong. It was the only thing you had to wear, everything else in the wash as you cry out.

“Ye’ say that… yet yer cunt’s soaked baby…”

He’s right. You’re so wet right now that your underwear clings to the outline of your puffy, needy pussy, drenching the fabric. Simon chuckles, reaching a thumb down to toy at your clit, pulling a needy moan from you.

“Tha’s it ye’ slut… there’s almost no one here. Moan for me.”

You don’t want to listen to him, but you can help it. The way his fingers are working, the way he’s teasing you. The way he pulls your thing out of the way to slip a thick finger inside, then two. The way he makes you clench and moan, back bowing against the sink.

“Simon!”

you cry out with pleasure, panting and squirming beneath him. He chuckles and groans, leaving one hand inside of you, pumping steadily, as the other one reaches down to undo his belt. You can see your reflection in the mirror, eyes red and puffy from crying, lips red from biting them, trying to keep back moans. Cheeks flushed with pleasure as the smell of sex coats the air.

Simon makes quick work of his belt and the buttons of his jeans, tugging them down to reveal a pair of black Calvin Klein and a very big, obvious bulge.

You whimper, and his thrusts speed up.

Simon moves his thumb to rub your clit as the coil in your lower belly starts to tighten, and you moan out with whimpery need. You need to come, but you don’t want to. Not on Simon’s hands.

But you can’t really control it, not when he grins and speeds up like the knows what you’re thinking, because he does. Gets you to the edge before slowly pulling his cock out

The sight of it makes you gasp with pleasure, body tightening as your orgasm rolls over you. You don’t moan or squirm or scream, just tense and arch back into Simon with a soft gasp. You come hard around his fingers and he chuckles, letting you slump back against the sink.

And when he takes out his fingers, the head of his fat cock replaces them soon enough.

Your eyes go wide, even as you pant and try to protest, but Simon just cuts you off. Forces his cum slicked fingers into your mouth and down your throat, choking as he forces his heavy, fat tip up into your tight pussy.

You cry out around his fingers, drooling down them and your chin, sobbing harder as you look at yourself in the mirror. You hate that it’s hot, you hate how turned on you get knowing the man that you hate is fucking you in the school bathrooms, your cum coating his fingers.

Simon loves it too.

“Yeah baby? Ya’ see how fuckin’ pretty you look, boutta’ be all dumbed out on ma’ cock? Yeah?”

You can’t stop yourself from nodding, sucking harder at his fingers as he starts to force more of his thick cock into your right channel. The stretch is like nothing you’ve had before, and you’re definitely not a virgin. But no other guy matters, now that you’ve felt this.

Simon groans as he shoves himself all the way in, balls smacking against your clit and already dripping with your slick. He can smell it, your sweet and seedy sex, and he can feel the way you tighten around him.

So he keeps his fingers in your mouth as he pulls back, and starts to fuck your pussy like you’re nothing but a flashlight for him to use.

Your hiccupy moans are all muffled by Simon’s fingers, broken up with each slap of skin against yours and each deep thrust that forces Simon’s thick and ruddy tip up into your cervix. Your tears don’t stop, only increasing with the painful pleasure that digs itself deep into your bones.

It roots itself there like a parasite, feeding off of the depraved pleasure you get from Simon. From your bully fucking you in the bathroom in the middle of the day.

Simon’s thrusts increase in speed, and your moans get higher and louder.

Two weeks till graduation, and Simon’s already completed his goal, already got you right where he wants you, fucking into your tight little pussy as he forces you to watch your cock drunk expression in the mirror. You’re drooling over his fingers, already sucked all of your cum off of them. I guess he’ll just have to add more.

It’s not long before Simon starts to climb to his peak, but he knows he has to get you there first. So he keeps a hand on your hip, moving the sloppy one from your mouth, down to your puffy little clit.

“Yeah baby? Gon’ come again, let me fill up this pretty lil cunt? Yeah?”

You nod weakly, eyes glazed over as he groans and grunts, pace starting to stutter. He speeds up his circles on your clit, body doubling over as he shoves ball deep, coming with a loud groan.

You come too, gasping and panting and whining like a bitch in heat, your overstimulated pussy not only coming, but squirting all over him. Simon’s abs are drenched, along with his jeans around his thighs and your leggings pulled down only to your knees. Not to mention his cock and balls now, too.

Simon groaned and chuckled, panting as he looks down to the mess that you made. He looks up at you through the mirror, your fucked out face starting to return to normal, eyes no longer glazed over as you blink away tears.

Simon leans down, forcing a kiss agaisnt your temple.

“Tha’s it baby… my good slut. We’ll do it again before graduation, a’ promise.”

𐙚‧₊˚📜✩ ₊˚⊹♡𐙚‧₊˚📜✩ ₊˚⊹♡𐙚‧₊˚📜✩ ₊˚⊹♡𐙚‧₊˚

A/N-hoped you liked it! It took a bit of a deranged turn… but it’s fine! My first rec and I think I did good myself, even though I’m sick and already pumped out another fic today!

So I hope you enjoyed!

Luv from Razz ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆

[jemjimaa]

obsessed with the thought of simon’s version of punishment being orgasm denial.

like i’m actually kicking my feet and giggling thinking about the parallels that are him and price. price will overstim you until you’re sobbing and begging and babbling your apologizes - clit in full blown agony from the amount of back to back orgasms before he finally, finally fucks you.

simon on the other hand, he won’t wait.

he’ll fuck you. he’ll fuck you hard and deep and so goddamn good you’re seeing gods you don’t believe in. he’ll get you soaked and pliable and dumbed out, right to the fuckin edge - but he ain’t gonna let you cum.

oh, no. not until you’re cryin.

something about simon when he’s fuckin to prove a point - different beast altogether. he’ll have you bent over the counter, cock in your guts and he’ll be babbling in your ear about how tight you are and how good you feel - he’ll know just how close youre getting, he’ll know just the right things to say and do to get you there - then he’ll pull out.

and you can’t protest it either because you’ll be on your back in seconds and then he’s inside you again, dragging you right down to that dangerous edge. buries himself deeper, pins your wrists tighter, talks even filthier. he’ll tell you to beg and you will, because you’d do anything just to fucking cum, but he still won’t be satisfied.

he’ll flip you again, make you call him all sorts of names. daddy, sir, master, fuckin hell - whatever he’s in the mood for. he’ll drag slow at your walls, tease your clit, taunt you with the tip. he’ll coax you closer and closer, tell you only good girls get t’cum. you, sweet’eart, are a goddamn devil.

and when you’re finally sobbing with it, finally delirious and dumbed out from every position possible - he’ll let you have it. let you take that orgasm while thanking him over and over and over for it.

he’ll love on you, when it’s over. because he knows you’ve learned something. tha’s my girl. don’t y’ever forget it.

[jemjimaa]

WOOF WOOF

𖥔 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 '𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓' 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𖥔

୨ৎ if there is anything simon riley wants after a mission, it's to come home and get his hands on you

୨ৎ to get to play with him like this oh my god

୨ৎ being his pretty princess and letting him fuck your pretty holes

୨ৎ holding hands while he's eating you out is a must. he needs to know he's making you feel good, taking his time to get you ready for him

୨ৎ he is so handsy. has to have his hands all over you as you bounce on him, helping you move

୨ৎ wanting to take care of him after he's had a rough day at work

୨ৎ simon has a size kink. he doesn't care about weight, just height. he loves feeling bigger than he already is

୨ৎ mans is big. we know it. he knows it. so playing with him is always a nice fun treat

୨ৎ he would be a messy lover. getting his cum absolutely all over you. just wanting to see how pretty you look covered in his loads

୨ৎ you were being mouthy so he has to remind you who the lieutenant is

୨ৎ i 100% believe this is how feral i would be with simon. wanting him to breed me so bad omg

୨ৎ i just know this man GRUNTS when he's taking you from behind WOOF WOOF

୨ৎ he loves measuring to see how deep he'll be before fucking you

୨ৎ having to pull over and fuck you on the side of the road because he can't go a second without having his hands on you

୨ৎ when he eats you out i just know he eats like he's never going to eat again, like a starved man depraved of food

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[jemjimaa]

YES SIR

I love me some mean Simon 😩 (nsfw)

“You wanted me to fuck you, remember?” he asks, voice rough, as he pounds into you.

You're lying on your back, legs spread wide open, ankles on his shoulders. You can't take it anymore, you're seeing stars, your body is being pushed past its limit.

He laughs lowly. “You poor girl, doesn't even know what she wants,” he mocks, one of his hands moving to press down on your stomach so you can feel him in you.

You squeal, trying to squirm away from him. He's made you come too many times, and you're on the verge of passing out.

“Please,” you manage in a whimper, hands weakly trying to push him away. “'s too much.”

He doesn't even budge when you try and push him away. “Should've thought of that before you begged for me, hm? Now you got me all hard, and I'm gonna fuck this pretty cunt 'f yours until I'm satisfied, understood?”

You whine, but you let him. God, you let him. You could use the safe word, get him to give you a much-needed break, but you're enjoying yourself too much, and all you wanna do is keep him happy. And he knows it.

He smirks when he sees you give in. “Yeah, that's my good girl.”

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[jemjimaa]

Well... Welcome to 𝐉𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐚's page. This page contains toxicity, some harassment (hell no!) Simon Riley and Valeria Garza obsession, maybe nsfw, BTW!! You can find me @jemjimaa on every platform, because it's kewl. And, welcome, friends. Hope you enjoy it.

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[jemjimaa]

make him eat her out until she passed out

Policeofficer!Simon

Simon's patrol of the main street on the city in the late night had his breath clouding in the air, his hands tucked into the pockets of his uniform as he trudged along the round, listening to a mixture of blaring pop songs from every club he passed by.

Crowds of people surrounded him, but he didn't move for them, parting the people like the Red Sea. He continued on doing that until the clumsy clopping of heels filled his ears and a body collided with his own. He'd hardly had the time to process it, staggering backwards slightly.

A drunken giggle escaped your mouth as you peered up at him, swaying side to side. 'Did it hurt?'

He raised an eyebrow, 'what?'

'Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?'

He near enough rolled his eyes into the back of his head, watching as you steadied yourself. 'If you're gonna blame anyone, blame my friends,' you said, pointing behind you. He followed where you were pointing, all to find no one amidst the moving groups of people bar-hopping. 'They pushed me, an' thought it was funny.'

'There's no one there, sweetheart.'

'Oh,' you said, glancing over your shoulder, 'well, it's been fun talkin' officer,' you hiccuped, heels clomping against the ground as you held your hands out either side of you, 'imma go... find my friends.'

He catches your arm. 'Where do you live?'

You grinned ear to ear, 'why? You wanna do something?'

'No,' he said, pressing a button on the radio on his vest, 'Johnny, you alright patrolling main street?'

'Sure thing, Lt.'

'C'mon, let's get you home.'

You giggled happily, 'sure thing, officer.'

[jemjimaa]

I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS!!

best friend dad könig had you bent like a pretzel in the passenger seat of a very expensive car. your toes touched the cool window, while your dress was bunched up leaving you out in the open. your knees touched your shoulders, and your nails dug into the leather. “now it’s coming back to you” his rough voice said slapping your pussy then thumbing his way between your folds. köngi drove widely on the empty highway. his sports car sweerving throughout the lanes as he rushed to get back to his home. “you get around my daughter and forget sweet pea” biting your lip, you withheld your moan.

his thick fingers entering you fucking you roughly. könig finally looked to were you sat and smirked at you. “say sorry” he moved his eyes to the road then back to you quickly, scissoring his fingers into your cunt and groaning at the how wet you were. “m-m’sorryyyy” your hole clenched around him, clit throbbing and köngi knew what would follow moment after, so he took his fingers out of you and went back to tumbing over your clit teasingly.

“had plans to spoil my pretty girl tonight. kiss her, eat her pretty pussy, all because we had the house to ourselves and you’ve been so fuckin good for daddy. but of course you fuck. that. up” with each word he delivered a slap to your pussy, basking in your whimpers and murmurs of sorry. “ghost telling me that you were at a club sweetheart? that’s not what i expected as i cooked dinner waiting for you”as he spoke, eyes focused on the road, he slowly pushed two fingers back into you moving them slowly, just feeling your gussy walls wrap around his digits. “then you wear this baby? looking so pretty - but for who?” turning to you he sped up a little, watching you be seconds away from breaking.

your body shook, slob pooling for the side of you mouth and your eyes felt heavy. you tummy was tense, the feeling of your orgasm so close. “who?” he said again, sterner and louder making you jump and squeal clenching down. “YOU!” you cried as you no longer withheld it. squirt came out of you, as you still cried saying sorry. köngi chuckled evilly taking his fingers out and slapping your wet soppy cunt, knowing it would overstimulate you; to which it did.

all you could do was shake and cry. incoherent words failing to making sense to the mean man who had a smile on his face as he continued to play with your puffy tired pussy, all the way home.

[jemjimaa]

Simon Riley with a user who's embarrassed of her sounds. CW : PiV, restraining, overstimulation.

Simon was an observer. So of course he noticed it. How when his hands travelled south and touched you in the ways that he knew drove you to the edge, you would gasp quietly and make the smallest sound in his ear.

While yes, that definitely sent blood rushing down to chub up his cock, he wished you would be louder.

It became a challenge to Simon. He craved to make you scream under his touch.

He started to push down on your lower stomach when his fingers or cock were in you. A small keening sound coming from you before you stopped it from getting louder.

Simon was quickly becoming frustrated. He had tried everything. Scouring online forums to find any tidbits of information he didn't already have stored away.

Then one night, he made you come on his cock. His calloused thumb rubbing your clit. And then, when he usually stops, he kept going.

A surprised moan came from you. Your eyes widening slightly as your hips squirmed.

And then your moaning got louder.

You couldn't stop. You were mortified at the mewls and whines coming from your lips. Covering your mouth when you nearly screamed in pleasure.

Something dangerous flashed in Simons eyes at your action. Sending a shiver down your spine.

"No" Simon growled, grabbing your hand and pinning it beside your head. Doing the same with the other before you could think to bring it over your mouth.

"Who knew all i' took was to make you come on my cock a few times for you to finally star' making sound, huh?" Simon growled, angling his hips slightly.

He then moved your wrists above your head and pinned them with one hand.

His other hand moved down and pushed on your lower stomach, making you squirm and cry out. Your neck and chest going bright red from embarrassment.

"Fucking trying for months t'get you to sing for me birdie" Simon grunted, his hips snapping into yours at such a pace, your brain went dumb.

"'s e-em-embarrassing!" You whined, trying to writhe your wrists free from Simon's strong grasp.

"How is it embarrassing when you sing so pretty for me, hm? So good for me, baby" Simon groaned against your neck. Biting down for good measure.

You scream as you came again, entire body buzzing and trembling. Before you went limp under Simon. Too weak to beg for a break.

Simon was nowhere near finished with you. He finally had gotten what he craved. Albeit at the sacrifice of abusing your cunt in the process.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

[jemjimaa]

HEY I'M HERE????

It’s Gemini season!

[jemjimaa]

cw: afab reader x konig, size kink, doggy style, missionary, full nelson, konig is feral here, tummy bulging

HEADCANON: Konig is obsessed with his wife’s and his size difference. And sometimes he goes overboard with it

PAIRING: Konig x reader

something something, husband Konig absolutely obsessed with his smaller than life little wife -- all 5'0 to be exact to his 6'9 frame

Sometimes he still can't believe she's real.

Scheiße sometimes he just can't help but stare at her like she was a daydream. Something conjured out of sheer desperation and too many lonely years. Scared that if he blinked too long, she'll inevitable vanish in a puff of soft sweaters and sweet perfume.

And so verdammt klein (fucking small) that it drives him half-mad.

Sometimes he just watches her do the most mundane things -- brushing her hair, standing on her toes to reach coffee mugs, waddling across the kitchen in his oversized hoodie that swallows her whole after a particularly rough night with him -- and it hits him all over again like a freight train: that's mine.

His wife.

His tiny, soft-spoken, fire-hearted wife who hums when she cooks and curls up like a kitten when she sleeps. The same woman who threw a slipper at his head the first time he tried to pick her up like a princess and carry her to bed. The same woman who now was pressed face down, ass up, drool and pleasured sobs running down her cheeks as he thrusted his girthy shaft deeper into her cushiony and tiny pussy.

Fists tangled in the sheets. Breath hitching in quiet whines and whimpers as Konig drove his hips into hers in renewed and desperate fervor. Not caring if their mattress practically sunk in the center at this point at his merciless thrusting.

Her petite little hole dripping with her previous orgasms and arousal from when Konig buried his face in between her thighs -- coarse and warm mouth sucking on her engorged and swollen clit until she begged for him to stop making her cum. Twitching and quivering. Letting out a soft wanton sigh of relief as Konig finally pulled away.

And from when Konig took her from the front. Hands stretching the backs of her thighs until her legs met her head. Lips brushing her jaw as he whispered praises in broken German.

Absolutely enamored at the sight of his tiny little sweet wife in paralyzing pleasure. Mouth half-open. Lips red and puffy. Perky tits bouncing along as he continued the punishing roll of his hips. Groaning lowly at the feel of his big dick's tip try to punch farther into her womb. Entranced at the sight of his precious mouthy girl's little tummy bulging every time he pushed his cock into her small pussy.

Moaning and growling lowly as he pistoned mercislessly at the feel of her velvety walls cradling his penis like it was reluctant to set him free. So tight and so so perfect.

Konig was Trying. Really trying. Trying so fucking hard to be gentle. But when he had her like this. Impaled on his enormous cock. Whining and whimpering helplessly every time her cunt stretched to accommodate more of him. Konig can't help it.

Konig was done for.

So now here. Where Konig had to take her from behind. He just had to. One hand holding her neck down and the other gripping the doughy meat of her smooth hips. Bare chest heaving, hair mussed, and brows furrowed as he tried to rein it all in for her.

Room dimming since they started this afternoon and now into the night. The homey space awash in the low gold of their bedside lamp. Casting shadows over the sweat-slicked lines of his back and the trembling outline of her spine.

She was so small beneath him. So so small and so achingly soft and warm and his and and and--.

And she took him so well. So fucking well that Konig's hands can't help but change their position. Wanting her closer. Nearer. Deeper to the point that her womb would permanently be rearranged by his cock and his cock alone.

Moving her into careful precision -- never wanting to hurt his sweet little wife -- Konig pulled her arms back. Locking them securely against her body. Tender yet firm. Would rather brand his arm clean and cauterize it than ever hurt her.

Before she could even process what was happening, however, her wrists were pressed firmly against the back of her head, her arms trapped in a powerful grip. Konig's broad chest pressed into her back. Breath hot against her ear as he held her in the full nelson, the vulnerability of the position causing her breath to catch in her throat. Eyes rolling to the back of her head and unable to stifle the scream of absolute pleasure that coursed through her as his shaft was plunged deeper into her cervix.

The drowning and immobilizing feeling making them both gasp and groan lowly. Having to momentarily both pause to take it all in.

Konig's grip was unwavering, forcing her to remain pliable, utterly at his mercy. Legs spread wider and open near her head and astride his shoulders.

Her body now completely controlled by his strength -- every inch of her bound to his hold and speared by his girthy wieghty member. So overwhelmingly full.

But despite the pressure, the way he held her wasn’t entirely forceful. Nein nein. Konig always made sure there was a certain care to the way his hands rested, even if he made sure she couldn’t escape his grip.

"Mein Gott," he groaned, biting his lip to try and smother the soft hitch in his breath after starting a slow and tentative pace. Muttering a soft scheibe as he felt his manhood plunge deeper into her cushiony womb. “You were made for me, weren’t you, Liebling?”

"Oh m-my God! --nghhh--", She gasped -- choked on something between a sob and a whine -- and he stilled briefly. Murmuring soft apologies even as continued the fevered pace of his hips meeting hers. The room echoing nothing more than the soft plat-plat-plats and squelches of her gooey and wet hole meeting her hard and aching balls.

“You’re alright, mein schatz,” he whispered, mouth to her shoulder. “Doing so good for me. Just like always.”

His voice cracked with awe. With something dangerously close to worship. Because for all the filth he could whisper in the dark, at the end of it all, it came down to this -- her trembling in his arms, his name on her tongue, his cock propelling deeper into her like there was still so much space left for her to give him. Hole gaping and messy. Wet, crude, aching, and her heartbeat under his hand.

His wife.

His everything.

"Pretty like this. So -- scheibe -- p-pretty. So stuffed full of me"

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[jemjimaa]

THIS IS SO CUTEEE AHHH 🥹🥹

baby showers & bright ideas

simon "ghost" riley

cw: smut/pwp, rough sex, breeding kink, baby fever, doggy style, unprotected sex (duh), size difference/kink

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congratulations captain john price. he found himself a missus and now they were having a baby. mrs. price was practically glowing with her pregnancy even if she was waddling around a little. heavy price brat at her hips. price had a hand on her back and helped her whenever he could, he was a doting husband.

while simon enjoyed the food and the drinks, it was nothing compared to the pit in his stomach. why couldn't his missus' sprout a little belly like that? a nice riley babe in your soft womb, wouldn't that be a dream? it all came to a head when he overheard garrick's wife ask when you and simon were having a baby. he saw your got red before you shooed away the question.

the answer was simple, tonight. you were going to make a baby tonight.

being misses riley was no easy feat. simon riley was all scarring inside and out, even his scarred hand on your soft, unblemished thigh was such a contrast. from the scar that ran down his lip to the one that ran across his hip, he needed a tough woman.

but, you were quite far from tough. at least physically, you couldn't even hurt a spider. he watched you move it out the window of your apartment and into a flower box. you were pretty tiddies and a squishy tummy. wide hips and soft smiles. plush in a way that simon could get lost in. the kind of woman that he could bully his cock into, to make a proper mama.

once you got home from the baby shower, simon was on you like a shadow. his hands on your hips as he guided you to the bedroom, barely giving you time to get your sandals off. his erection strained in his blue jeans as he bent you over the bed with your face against the mattress and you ass leveled his his cock.

"there she is." he said as he ran his hand across your pussy over your skirt, "there's my girl." he said in a low grumble of a voice. it reverberated in your brain as you felt all sense leave out your ears.

you clung to the covers as he took your skirt off, and your pretty daffodil coloured panties. you only let go of the covers to let simon get your shirt and bra off of you. you looked over your shoulder at him once you were nude and could feel his hungry brown eyes on you. you squirmed a little bit with your breasts rubbed against the covers which only excited you more.

simon got out of his clothes. you heard the rustle of his belt hitting the ground and saw his shirt being thrown to the head of the bed. your husband was soon naked and his cock was pressed up against you and your hips were pushed up.

"pretty thing. pretty girl." he said. he was just so much more bigger than you, he made you feel so small even when the blunt head of his cock was pressed up against your tight cunt, "you'll look pretty with a baby at your hip. already got the body to have babies, not some twig. a proper woman to have my babies." he sank into your pussy and your back arched with the feeling. the stretch of his length inside of you.

"si." you whimpered.

"i saw ya at the baby shower. how could i not. if price's girl wasn't so heavily pregnant, everyone would be lookin' at ya. bein' a little helper to the price's, bein' a good girl." he said, "ya know all about bein' good. i couldn't take my eyes off of ya. especially with the cut of that sundress. why haven't i seen it before?"

you whimpered, "i wanted to save it for a special occasion. no time felt right except for today."

"your fat tits could barely be kept in it. not quite right for a baby shower. unless you were hopin' to walk away with more than just a gift bag. i bet ya were a little jealous. seein' how the captain treats his wife." simon's voice was honey on your brain. it made you feel hot all over and a little hazy in the brain.

"mmm, si."

"i got ya, always do. that's what a husband does. he provides. but, ya gotta do me a favour, beautiful. get pregnant, let me get you pregnant." his started to pick up the pace and you groaned loudly. you could feel the rattle in your soul from the intensity of his pace.

everything from euphoric and hot, you felt good in the best way you could use that term. it was a heat that could be felt in the tips of your fingers and the tips of your toes. you moaned and panted against your soft bedding.

simon pressed your hips further up, almost holding you up against him as he thrusted in and out of you. such a powerful man, no matter the size, you were easily picked up by your hulking mass of a husband. he was a strong brick wall, and you were delicate like a bed of flowers.

eventually simon got you fully onto the bed with him standing at the end with his cock still inside of you. he worked himself against you and you felt the thump of pleasure in your body. you felt his cock nudge against some of your softest parts and you panted wildly.

"so pretty." he said, "only get more pretty when you're carryin' my kid around. i promise i'll be there every step of the way. my woman won't go without." he could imagine you with the baby weight at your hips, and eventually the chunky riley baby at your hip while you worked through the house.

that was his dream. a nice house, a soft wife, a couple of kids in the yard. it was a simple life, but simon yearned for it. eat dinner, put the kids to bed, show his missus' some lovin'. he continued to rut against you while he leaned over you and wrapped his strong arms around your middle. letting his cock nudge against your cervix, a friendly greeting. a promise that he was gonna keep that cunt warm.

"please, si." you couldn't deny it. his words were hot and you were feeling flustered at the baby shower. you could feel the pull to have a baby, and it was good that you and your hubby were on the same page.

you blushed against the covers, he was still so smitten with you. he loved every curve and mole. he loved every inch of soft skin against his calloused hands. you could hear him panting for you, wanting you more than anything. you whimpered a little bit from the feeling of his cock hitting against all the right spots.

simon knew how to drive you mad with a sexual heat.

his heavy thrusts went to your head and before you knew it, you were panting like an animal in heat with your back arched like a good girl. a good wife.

"yeah, you'll keep my belly and my cock warm, huh? that's what a good missus' does. takin' care of her hubby and the kids he gave her." he felt your cunt clench around his cock. that got you excited. he continued to rut against you until you tensed up under him during climax.

you clawed at the covers a little as the pleasure hit you. your eyes rolled back a little and your husband continued to fuck you. he moved you against his cock and watched your back. a few more thrusts after your climax as simon was finishing as well.

"that's it, that's it. good girl. good girl." he purred lowly, "a good missus riley." the words made you shudder. he felt the heat under his skin. he felt alive.

but it wasn't long before his body craved for more. while he pulled out of you, he got onto the bed and between your legs. his cock gleamed with your wetness, but still painfully hard. he needed more.

after all, he needed to make sure it all took.

-

"there's my missus." simon said with his voice filled with love. he strong arms wrapped around you swollen middle and his nose up against your shoulder, "pretty as always."

this was your second pregnancy in two years, and your firstborn, a baby girl was sound asleep in her playpen while you cooked breakfast for you and simon. you looked like a proper wife, a good wife.

maybe it was a bit of an overkill to have two babies so close together, but simon couldn't help himself. it didn't help that you only got hotter when you were being such a good mama to his daughter. his large hands roamed your swollen middle. a few more months and you'll be having a boy.

"not feeling too pretty." you yawned. you tilted your head up and simon leaned down a little to kiss you square on the lips, "why don't you go check on our little peanut and i'll plate our food."

"of course, love." anything for his wife.

your little family felt complete, that was until simon got a itch to have baby number three. <3

[jemjimaa]

mean keegan ): orgasm denial, ruined orgasms, punishment, condescending keegan too <3 brat taming i guess???

he's so unbelievably mean. always edging you, denying your orgasm, or sometimes plain ruining them just for a little laugh. he talked in that slow, deep, condescending voice that makes your cheeks flush in humiliation. he goads you, sugar-coated words that sound sweet but are just filth. 

and you had enough one night, attempting to take control and give him a taste of his own medicine. the only problem was that keegan was unbreakable. 

"come on, you can do better than that, right?" he chuckles in your ear, arms folded beneath his head as he watches you slowly bounce on his cock, "you're not going to make me cum like this, you know."

you glare at him with teary eyes, making it much less threatening than you intended, "i'm not doing this to make you cum! i wanna cum."

he raises a brow at that. it should have been a red flag but you were too distracted by the way he prodded against your cervix when you sunk all the way down on him, wrapping him up in the tight heat of your cunt. 

"is that so?" he asked slowly, cocking his head to the side as he watched you. 

he had to admit, you were cute like this. your hands planted against his chest, fisting his shirt. you hadn't even bothered to strip him, simply fishing his cock from his pants and stuffing yourself full. you were completely naked and he was grateful for that because it meant he got to watch your pretty tits bounce as you eagerly fucked yourself on him. 

your arms trembled from supporting yourself and he could tell you were quickly tiring yourself out from the bouncing. but your moans were so sweet and the way your eyes rolled when you managed to hit a particularly pleasurable spot was enough for him to allow you to continue.

"you strugglin' there, sweetheart?" he chuckles, lopsided grin widening when you glare at him.

"sh-shut up," you snap, "c-can't concentrate with you running your stupid mouth."

he chuckled again, much darker than before but you didn't notice. too preoccupied by your own wet cunt full of fat cock. 

you were cute but this little attitude you had wasn't. 

"you should watch it, darlin'" he warned, giving you a chance to change your attitude.

"shut up." you snapped again, this time moving to slap your hand over his mouth. 

he huffed, staring at you through his lashes. you worked your hips over him, bouncing on his cock eagerly. your thighs twitched as you moaned, whining as the pleasure grew and grew with each sloppy movement. 

you were so wet, dripping down his cock and leaving a creamy little ring around the base of him. he wanted to make a comment but your hand was over his mouth and he wasn't going to move it. he wanted you to make the smart decision and do it yourself before you regretted it. 

but you were lost in pleasure. your orgasm building and building. he could tell with the way your eyes rolled back and your pussy pulsed and clenched in that familiar way. 

he counted down in his head. 

3...2...1...

just as the orgasm you worked so hard for began to wash over you, he had you pinned against the bed, a hand around your throat to keep you in place. he pulled his cock from the tight clutch of your cunt, watching as you thrashed and wailed in agony as your orgasm faded, washing through you with absolutely none of the pleasure. ruined. 

keegan simply stared down at you with cold indifference as little tears trickled down your cheeks. you glared up at him, hands slapping his shoulders and chest in frustration. 

"i told you to watch it," he explained, cocking his head as you tearfully stared up at him in defeat, "i tried to be nice, baby, but you had to push it."

"keegan..." you whined in despair, sinking into the pillows.

"i know, baby," he cooed, that irritatingly conscending tone making its appearance, "but i had to teach you a lesson." 

"i'm sorry..." you tried pathetically, "i'll be good, kee."

he huffed through his nose, "too late for that, baby," he reached up to wipe a stray tear away from your cheek, "here's what's going to happen. i'm gonna fuck you. i'm going to cum and fill you up. you're not going to cum at all and if you do i'm gonna ruin it like i just did. understood?"

your soft features dissolve into sniffly little tears as you shake your head and babble, trying to convince him to let you cum, to make you cum. but a firm glare from him and squeeze to your throat has you agreeing with a pathetic sniffle. 

"good," he sighs, slowly pressing his cock back inside your sticky, pliant little cunt, "maybe if you apologize for being such a brat, i'll think about letting you cum once tomorrow. so be sweet and tell me how sorry you are, darlin'."

IM DOIN BREATHING EXERCISES FR BRO

[jemjimaa]

car sex with simon is a whole other experience you weren't prepared for, however, you couldn't complain. it was absolutely insane.

coming back from a night out with the lads, one to which he took his pretty little birdie with him, everything seemed fine. you were a little tipsy, and simon drank just enough beer to be under the legal limit to be able to drive. all in all, simon was able to hold his alcohol well, even with larger quantities; something he developed from the military.

one hand on the wheel, his eyes focused on the road ahead of him, while the other rested carefully on top of the short skirt of your dress, which was currently pushed up, your cute little lace panties on display for simon's wandering hands.

you were just babbling and going on and on in your cute little giggly voice about something johnny said, or maybe something kyle did, or maybe even a compliment john gave you. whatever it was, you were unfocused and oblivious as to what simon was doing.

that was only until you felt him run one of his thick, gloved fingers down the crotch of your thin panties, up and down, before rubbing a circle on your sensitive clit, causing you to gasp, and glance over at him with those pretty wide eyes of yours. "simon, what are you doing?"

to that, he could only let out a quiet rumble resembling a chuckle, not even looking over at you as he responded quietly. "shh, love, 'm trying to drive here."

he didn't stop his actions, no, instead, he decided to go one step further. he pressed his finger directly against your hole, pressing down through your panties to tease you. his impatient little birdie, he knows you too well.

you began squirming pathetically in your seat, grabbing his wrist tightly with your soft, delicate fingers, trying to bring his hand away. "simonn, stop! what if someone sees?" you whined out, pleading with him to stop. yes, you wanted this, but you couldn't risk getting caught!

but his hand wouldn't budge. at all. no matter how hard you pried at it.

"no one's gonna catch us at this hour, stupid littl' birdie." ghost replied with amusement, barely sparing you a glance, as his right hand effortlessly turned the steering wheel as he drove, his left hand now beginning to inch closer and closer to the edge detailing of your lacy panties, messing with the fabric.

suddenly, you felt his rough, gloved fingers push their way through the side of your panties, moving them to the side, as his fingers began to run up and down your drenched hole, leaving you wanting more, and desperately.

"stop teasing me, simon!" you whispered pitifully, trying eagerly to get him to bury his fingers deep inside you, and finger fuck you until you were a crying and sobbing mess, with the premium leather seat beneath you fully drenched with your mess.

slap!

"thought i told you better than to tell me wha' to do, didn't i?" he replied, sighing with faux disappointment, pulling his hand completely away. "now, you're gon' be a good girl and wait for me to finish driving, okay?"

a small cry of frustration and unhappiness left your lips, yet you decided to remain silent, turning your head away from simon, clenching your thighs together to try and get at least the teeniest tiniest amount of friction, waiting for the two of you to get home.

yet he wasn't going home.

oh no he wasn't.

you really expect him to be able to wait to get home when he has his pretty little thing begging for more, fully drenched, needing more? with his cock straining so painfully against his trousers, desperate to be set free and dealt with?

hell no.

he was completely focused on driving in the quiet, peaceful night, less and less people being seen on the paths as he suddenly drove down a solitary, stranded road, only a few lone street lamps seen for miles.

and then he parked. in a little space, hidden nicely by the tall trees rustling slightly with the warm summer night breeze.

it took him barely a second to get him and yourself unbuckled, moving you over to rest against the dashboard as he lifted your skirt up roughly, looking up at you.

"thought you could tease me and get away with it, huh, lovie? no, no, answer me now. don't get shy now, sweet'art."

he pushed your panties harshly to the side, not even bothering to take them off as he made quick work of unbuckling his leather belt, pulling down his trousers and boxers just enough so his fat cock could finally spring free from its restraints. simon sucked in a sharp breath, as his cock twitched, feeling the cool breeze flow around it.

"simon, 'm sorry for teasing, but please, put it-"

you couldn't even finish your pleas before he shoved his cock fully inside of you with one firm thrust, grunting and breathing heavily as his head rested near your shoulder, causing you to let out a loud squeal of surprise and pleasure, clenching down eagerly on his cock, leading to simon letting out a sound of surprise, tapping your hip gently.

"c'mon lovie, ease up a little, yeah? feels like your gonna snap my cock off with that grip of yours."

it took you a few moments to ease up, but as soon as you did, he was going right at it. pounding into you with such force it made the whole car shake, loud gasps and moans and cries of pleasure leaving your lips as you clawed at his shirt clad back, eyes rolling back far enough to reach your skull. your mind was going fuzzy, the coil in your tummy steadily fastening and tightening.

"simon, simon, feels sooo good, more, needta feel you more, pleasee!" you wailed out, holding him close to you, trying to feel him in you as deep as you possibly could.

in response, he thrust his hips forward harder, his pace relentless as he pounded into you quickly, raw need in his eyes as he kept his head near your shoulder. he was approaching his orgasm quickly, a little too quickly for his liking. he couldn't cum first, fuck no.

so what did he do?

he moved his thumb down to your clit, pressing down on it, eliciting a loud squeal of pleasure from you, eyes falling wide open, mouth agape even further, as he snapped his hips up again, his cock kissing your cervix nicely.

"s-simon, noo, no it's too much, stopp!" you moaned out, yet your body was saying a completely different thing. you wanted this, no, needed this, desperately, as he sped up his ministrations on your clit, to a point where it was becoming dangerously overstimulating for you, your orgasm threatening to wash over at any given moment.

and he wasn't in any better state, no no. his thrusts lost their accuracy, becoming messy and all over the place, as a guttural moan left his lips, finding its way into your ears, and that was all it took for you to have your orgasm rushing all over you, back arching as a loud cry of pleasure left your lips, your body jerking, pussy clenching desperately.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, g'nna cum inside, gonna make you a mama, yeah? gonna make you nice and round with my babies, uh huh, fuckkk."

and his thrusts stilled, cock deep inside you, as he pumped his load DEEP inside your wet, sticky pussy. simon never thought he would want kids, or even speak of them, especially during sex, but now, if it doesnt take, he'll just try again at home 😼

FINALLY got the motivation to finish this after like five months of being inactive so hell yeah

@ninjaturtletoes FINALLY AFTER EDGING YOU FOR SO LONG ABOUT THIS AHAHAHA

[jemjimaa]

IT'S WHAT

18+ MDNI

He was just on the cusp of a restless sleep, about to drift off for the night, when Johnny swore he could hear someone crying from the other side of the barrack walls

Poking his head out the door, squinting at the harsh fluorescent lights overhead, he spots Kyle swinging his own door open at the same time, half asleep himself yet obviously having heard something amiss as well

“Y’hearin’ tha’ too?” Johnny asks as his fellow sergeant nods through a yawn, stepping out into the hall now and shutting his door behind him, certain now that’s it’s you they’re hearing

The pair make their way towards the source of the muffled cries and whimpers, their half asleep minds slowly trying to fill in the blanks, wondering if they’re going to find you in the midst of a nightmare, hoping that’s the case rather than finding you hurt

Turning the corner, the noises have grown louder, more insistent, your sobs sounding more desperate when the duo stumble upon their captain, stood outside your slightly ajar door, casually leaning against the door frame, gaze locked on the sight inside your room

“Cap, what’s happen-”

“Is the lass-”

“Shush.” Price interrupts his sergeants questions, shooting the two younger men a look that has them instinctually standing taller, on alert

“Wha- where’s LT?” Johnny can’t help but to ask, surprised that the man hadn’t come running when your cries began

“Got his hands full at the moment.” Price answers simply, though he can’t help the slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth when he tilts his head towards your door, inviting the sergeants a peek inside

Careful not to push the door open any farther than it is, the men take a cautious albeit curious glance in to your room, eyes immediately widening and pants inevitably tightening at the sight

Laying on your back on the edge of your bed, you haven’t a single thing on you apart from the sweat you’re exerting

Well, that and Ghost’s hands on you

Your bare legs are thrown over the lieutenants shoulders, thighs shaking as the man’s large hands grip at your plush skin, relentlessly squeezing and groping your naked flesh

They can easily tell it’s Ghost in there with you, based off his stature alone, though the skeleton balaclava discarded by his feet certainly helps confirm things, seeing as the man’s face is currently shoved against your cunt, with no sign of him coming up for breath any time soon

The three men stood in the doorway couldn’t turn their eyes away even if they wanted to, feet cemented where they stand, shamelessly watching as their lieutenant absolutely devours you

The sounds of Ghost’s sloppy eating, sucking noises, even his own groans of enjoyment against your pussy are hardly heard over the sounds of your pleasure

“Oh my god- please Si- I can’t- oh god!” You moan as Ghost seems to pick up his pace, your hips unconsciously grinding up against him as you edge closer to the precipice

You’ve got one hand gripping the bed sheets for dear life, while the other is snaked in his hair, tugging at his locks with every lick, suck, and kiss he presses against your throbbing clit, feeling as though you couldn’t possibly take any more, while also never wanting him to stop

The sergeants can hardly fathom what they’re seeing right now, bulges pressing uncomfortably against the zippers of their pants as their own arousal grows, wholly entranced by the sight and sounds before them

“Bleedin’ Christ-” Johnny can’t help but to whisper to no one in particular, intent on thanking whoever built the thin walls around here

“Y’either take a seat or take a hike, sergeant.” Ghost’s gravelly voice suddenly booms from within the room, never lifting his eyes off of you. “But y’know better than to interrupt a man’s meal.”

[jemjimaa]

The ‘Mistress’, never the ‘Missus’.

He fucked you with his wedding ring still on, and you thanked him like it meant he chose you.

He only shows up late at night. Never a call. Never a warning. Just the sound of your door unlocking with the key he never admitted to taking, the soft click of it swinging shut, and the heavy, dragging footfalls of a man who shouldn’t be here. A man who doesn’t belong to you.

You’re always awake. You pretend you aren’t—lying still in bed, back to the door, listening to him strip the war off his body like it offends him. Jacket, boots, holster. You hear it all. Sometimes, you think you can hear him breathe, like he’s trying to steady something in his chest before he lets himself touch you.

Tonight, he doesn’t hesitate.

“Get up,” he growls.

Your body moves before your brain catches up, like muscle memory, like survival. He drags you up by the wrist, not rough, but not gentle either—like he doesn’t trust himself to ask twice. His mouth is on yours before you can speak. Teeth. Tongue. No softness.

You taste blood. You’re not sure if it’s yours. “Missed you,” you whisper against his lips, just to say something. He freezes. Just for a breath. Like that hurt. Like that mattered.

But then he flips you over like you’re nothing but a body and presses your face into the mattress, shoving your thighs apart with a knee. The sound he makes isn’t human, it’s hunger and guilt and a thousand things he’ll never let himself say. You know how this goes. No prep. No patience. Just the sharp sting of intrusion as he pushes into you, thick and fast and merciless.

It hurts. It always does. You moan anyway.

You clench around him, desperately trying to pull him deeper, trying to feel wanted even if it’s a lie. His breath stutters against your shoulder. His hand wraps around your throat. Not tight, not choking, just possessive. Like he owns you. Like she doesn’t exist. But she does.

You see it every time he pushes your shirt up, every time he grabs your hips, every time he fists the sheets beside your head. The wedding band he still wears on his left hand. Tarnished. Worn. Like a noose around a vow he’s too ashamed to break.

He touches you with it. Fucks you with it.

That gold band catches the light and presses to your skin like a brand, like a punishment. It digs into your jaw when he grips your face. Presses to your hip when he holds you down. Hangs heavy around his neck with his tags when he’s away, like a fucking relic. Like she blessed him before he left and he carries her prayers like penance.

You want to ask, Why not me? But you already know.

“Simon,” you gasp, body arching into him. “Look at me.”

He doesn’t.

He fucks you like you’re a sin. Like he hates what you make him feel. Every thrust is a punishment. For you, for him, for the fact that he keeps coming back. You reach between your legs and rub your clit, desperate for something to hold onto, something that’ll make this feel like love instead of ruin.

“You see her today?” you ask before you can stop yourself. Your voice breaks.

Simon stills.

His cock twitches inside you. For a second, just one, you feel him tremble. Then he pulls out, flips you over, and slams back into you so hard the bed frame cracks against the wall.

“Don’t fuckin’ talk about her,” he snaps.

But he’s angry. Not at you. At himself. You can feel it in the way he starts to lose rhythm, like the shame is eating him alive even as he chases his release. You cradle his face in your palms. He lets you. Eyes closed, jaw clenched.

“Do you think about me?” you ask. “When you’re with her?”

Simon shakes his head, once, twice, and then comes with a broken, strangled groan, spilling into you, hips jerking like it hurts. He stays there, buried deep, not moving. You feel him soften inside you. You wait.

He pulls out without a word. Stands. Finds his shirt. Lights a cigarette with shaking hands.

That’s when you see it again—his hand trembling slightly as he holds the lighter, and that ring, glinting dully under the room’s yellow lamplight. Not hidden. Not even ashamed. Just there.You stare at it. The same way you’d stare at a knife in your chest.

“why do you wear both?”

You mean the band and the chain. The one she gave him. The one that rests next to his dog tags like it belongs there.

You think he might walk out without answering. He’s done it before. But then, so low it could be mistaken for thunder.

“Because I promised her forever.”

You sit up like you’ve been shot.

He says it like it’s an apology. Like it’s a curse. His back stays turned to you, tall and straight, like if he lets himself bend, he might break. The light catches the wedding band again, and it gleams like guilt.

“I would’ve given you forever,” you say, barely louder than a breath. And that’s the moment. That’s the one. The one that cracks something in him. Simon leans forward, presses his hand against the doorframe. Like the weight of you, of this, is too much. His head drops. You watch his shoulders heave once. Then again.

You realize, with a sick kind of clarity, that he’s crying. Silent. Still. Like if he lets the sound out, it’ll never stop. “I know,” he whispers.

That’s all he says. And then he’s gone. The door clicks shut behind him like the end of a dream you never wanted to wake from.

You sit in the bed you let him ruin, his come still inside you, his hands still on your skin like ghosts, and you stare at the space where he stood. You stare until your vision blurs.

Then you curl into yourself, naked and raw, and scream into the pillow he never sleeps on. You pretend the tears on your cheeks are sweat. You pretend the scent on your skin is love.

You pretend a lot of things.

Outside, a car starts. Drives off. Inside, you choke on the truth— You were never his, but you loved him like he was already dead.

[jemjimaa]

Hi! You wanted requests? What about "innocent" Reader making Konig cum in his pants by "innocently" sitting on his lap and wiggling around to get "comfortable" on a car ride. Bumpy road***

you're squeezed into the backseat of a packed suv, the mission debrief droning on as the vehicle rumbles over a rough dirt road. könig's next to you, his massive frame taking up half the seat, thighs spread wide enough that you're practically forced to slide onto his lap to make room. "sorry," you mumble, all soft and shy, trying to sound polite as you wiggle, adjusting yourself to get comfy. you don’t even notice how your hips roll right over his groin, the tight space making every little movement press you closer.

he grunts, low and rough, gloved hands gripping the seat beneath him like he’s trying to anchor himself. "s’fine," he mutters, voice strained, but you feel the way his body tenses, the way his breathing hitches. the road’s uneven, each bump jostling you, making you bounce lightly against him. you’re oblivious, just trying to find a spot that doesn’t feel so cramped, shifting side to side, your soft weight rubbing against him in a slow, unintentional grind.

"this road’s awful," you say with a little laugh, turning your head to glance at him, all innocent eyes and flushed cheeks from the heat of the car. you don’t see how his jaw clenches under the mask, how his eyes squeeze shut for a second. another sharp bump, and you grip his knee for balance, your ass pressing harder into his lap. he lets out a choked sound, barely muffled, and you think he’s just annoyed at the tight space.

but then you feel it—something stiff, twitching under you, unmistakable even through the layers of tactical gear. könig’s hands fly to your hips, gripping hard to stop your movements. "stop… moving," he growls, voice thick, almost desperate. you freeze, confused, tilting your head like you don’t understand why he sounds so wrecked.

"sorry, am i squishing you?" you ask, all sweet concern, shifting just a tiny bit to look at him better, and he sucks in a sharp breath, hips jerking up before he can stop himself. his grip tightens, bruising, and you’re still clueless, thinking he’s just uncomfortable. but the road bumps again, hard, and your body jolts with it, dragging you right over the bulge in his pants.

he’s done for. a low, broken groan rumbles out, his whole body locking up as he cums right there, soaking through his pants under you. you blink, feeling the sudden warmth, the way he’s trembling beneath you, and finally put it together. "oh," you gasp, cheeks burning, but you don’t dare move, not with his hands still clamped on your hips, his chest heaving like he’s run a marathon.

"don’t… say a word," he mutters, voice hoarse, refusing to look at you. you bite your lip, still perched on his lap, the road still bouncing you both as the car rolls on, and you can’t help the tiny, nervous giggle that slips out. innocent, sure, but you’re not that clueless.

[jemjimaa]

MDNI 18+

on the couch, kitchen counter or stairs

౨ৎ⠀ׄ⠀. ━ simon riley couldn’t help but to have his pretty birdie fucked in each room whilst giving her a house tour. from this post

1. living room

honestly, the two of you barely made it to the living room before simon had you pinned down on the wooden floorboard, placing his whole body weight on you. he doesn’t waste any second as he shoved your skirt up, pulling your pretty lace panties that did nothing to conceal your arousal, stuck to your cunt like second skin. “gettin’ all wet and needy on me pretty birdie? could see the outline of your cunt with this.”

he would manhandle you with little to no effort, having your body sprawled out on the floor as he takes you, his cock plunging deep almost hitting cervix as you cried from the pleasure. the two of you fucked like wild animals on the floor, simon using every single corner of the living room. he had your head shoved down on the couch, body pressed against the wall, and you sprawled out on the coffee table. “gotta go on every piece of furniture for good luck.”

2. kitchen

simon was pretty damn sure the only meal he was going to have in the kitchen was you. having your pretty body on the marbled counter as he placed your legs on top of his shoulders, gently rubbing your swollen clit. “gonna let me eat yer pretty lil cunnie out?” simon ate like a man starved, his tongue deep inside you as your hand tugged his hair, pulling him closer as he held you tightly. it doesn’t matter the amount of times you came on his tongue or face, he savoured your taste like a precious gift, his tongue lapping just for more.

gently, his rough hand would tap on your thighs softly, “come on luvie, don’ go and pass out on me now, we still got the second floor to explore.”

3. office

if there was one positioned that simon loved to have you in, it would be you on your knees. his large tatted hand fisted your hair in a pony tail as you swallowed his cock, his free hand gently wiping away the tears that streamed down your cheek. “don’ cry luvie, makin’ me feel like the bad guy here.” simon cooed softly as you gagged, your nose nestled near his messy pubes as you bobbed your head up and down, saliva dribbling down your chin and onto your chest. simon tried his best to not duck your mouth like it was your cunt, but the way your warm mouth enveloped him, your cheeks sucking him in - he was gone.

4. bedroom

the classic, fresh new sheets now a wrinkly mess as simon fucked you from behind, one hand pulling your hair and another holding your arm up against your back. “doin’ so well luvie, yer lil cunts takin’ me so well.” simon loved worshipping you in bed, putting you in every possible position so he could feel every inch of your cunt, hearing your soft whines and moans that sounded like heaven.

his gaze would be stuck on the way the ass jiggled with each thrust, or the way your body could barely hold itself up, your breaths coming out in sharp short pants. “pretty girl all dumbed out now? c’mon baby, talk to me.”

5. shower

if there was one thing the military taught simon, it was to be resourceful. one of his hand wrapped around your waist with your back against his chest, whilst his thick thighs separated your legs with his other hand holding the shower head. “si, ‘m too sensitive,” you whined as he gently rubbed against your swollen folds with his thighs. his strong arms held you steady as you squirmed the moment the shower head was positioned towards your cunt, the water pressure making you cum within minutes. “one more baby, jus’ one more.”

“toys are friends not enemies” is a saying simon heavily believed in, but he refused to have your last orgasm come from a fucking shower head. so he had you pressed up against the glass wall, as he fucked you from behind, steam filling up the shower as lewd skin slapping noises filled the room. “‘ve got the best birdie, always takin’ me so well with no complaints.”

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