simonskitty

[simonskitty]

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

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

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

word count - 1.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[simonskitty]

probably won’t be posting for a while for mental health reasons 💔

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dead dove warning - ddlg word count - 972

— simon just loves bedtime. he loves getting you cozied up and all sweet smelling for him. constant content hums leaving his lips anytime you squeak or mumbled in tired noises.

it keeps a man grounded to see such a sweet little thing so obedient for him.

he’s got you lotioned up and your hair braided. the wet strands kissing your pillow case while the stuffed bunny was held tight to your chest.

daddy had strict rules, you knew that. bed time was eleven o’clock. he didn’t want you getting cranky when it was time to wake up. but tonight was just one of those nights where your mind was so exhausted, but your body just wouldn’t let you rest.

it felt like a last ditch effort when it hit eleven thirty-seven and you couldn’t fall asleep.

the room was dark, and simon was watching some mindless tv show downstairs and drinking. though he loved every inch of your soul and body, he always enjoyed some alone time here and there.

his ears perked up at the sound of the stairs creaking, the sight of your slumped body padding towards him. simon tilted his head, why was his pretty baby out of bed?

"babydoll, c'mon" he grumbled, almost scolding.

but your whines quickly cut through his tsk’s.

“i can’t sleep, daddy” you looked exhausted. and the frustration you felt at your own body was obvious.

simon sighed. taking in the sight of you. pink cotton panties and crooked little tank top. it was clear you had been squirming and restless. the braid already starting to come undone.

he cocked his head a little, motioning for you to go back upstairs. "i'll be up in a minute."

all you could let out was a disheartened groan. trudging back upstairs. expecting him to leave you to figure it out on your own. a harsh huff leaving your lips as you plopped back down into the dipped spot in the bed. curling up with the stuffed bunny once again. squeezing your eyes shut hoping it would magically happen this time.

simon stayed downstairs for a couple more minutes. sculling down the rest of his drink and turning the tv off, making sure the house was turned down before making his way upstairs.

he opened the door to the dark bedroom. leaving it cracked so the hallway nightlight could seep in a little.

you whimpered, turning to face him. your frustration so clear. he crawled into bed with a groan. his voice soft and even tempered now that he had finished his drink.

"can't sleep? too keyed up?" his voice already working wonders on your body.

nodding looking up at him in the dark. soft pouts and whines parting your lips. almost like dry sobs of delirium.

"daddy needs you asleep hun . . . can't have you up this late." he muses while starting to push back the covers.

and as if you didn’t know that, it wasn’t like you wanted to be up this late. it was just one of those nights. “i know.” you pursed all annoyed and sad.

"don't get smart with me." his tone held little threat.

he got into bed behind you with a tired sigh. starting to pull down your pretty little cotton panties and get some of that energy worked out of you.

you sniffled softly. snuggling against the stuffed bunny once more, getting comfy with all of your might. simon’s hands always calmed you down. daddy always knew how to help. he was so smart.

"ahh" he said tiredly, he had you trained well, opening your mouth and quickly having two fingers shoved in. once sure they were nice and soppy with spit, he added his own glob and pressed them right back down between your legs.

sliding the spit around and groaning in his own fatigued way. even one of his big fingers stretched out your little hole. getting the tiniest squeak to leave your throat.

he scratched your scalp sweetly, "shhh hun, just try and relax, i'll go easy." his voice was quiet and soft.

and he did go easy. spent a good ten minutes fingering into you. it was slow but just what you needed. his heavy fingers getting you nice and wet while his cock got just hard enough to not be painful. curling against that sweet spot just to remind you he was being generous.

your little moans were sounding sleepier and more spaced out. a good sign of what he wanted. the only other sound in the room was the sheets rustling when simon shifted his boxers down just a little.

pulling his fingers out and cleaning them with a lazy lick. his own eyes were tired, but he had to make sure his pretty baby got her eight hours.

a warm sigh brushed against your neck when he eased his leaking tip in. you squirmed a little for a second. whining, “daddy.”

he kept it slow and gentle. only making you work on the first four inches. stuffing you just enough to feel safe in a strange way. his own way of saying, ‘daddy’s right here honey.’ he stretched you out so sweetly. burrowing nice and deep. his fatty tip kissing your insides almost like he was trying to get you to cum and not sleep.

your pussy was so wet. dripping onto the bed sheets and making a little mess on the back of your thighs, but your body was more lax, you weren’t fidgeting anymore.

he let out a quiet and content breath. keeping his hips from rutting into you like he normally would. “gettin’ sleepy babydoll?” he asked.

it was comforting the way he spoke, it was gentle, coaxing you into a deeper sleep. he smiled just slightly when all he got back from you was a tired, “mm”.

and simon kept doing that until he felt your body go completely lax and pliable against him. placing a sweet kiss to the back of your neck when he knew you were asleep.

daddy’s warm cock easing you into sleep in such a perfect way.

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Being six months pregnant waddling around in the grocery store when you accidentally knock over a display of tomato soup cans. Almost everybody in a ten foot radius stares at you like you’ve shot someone.

One man, though—masked, tall, muscular—walks over. Silently starts picking the cans up, arranging them the way they were. You mumble apologies, white hot shame pricking all over your skin.

He lifts his hand up, waving dismissively.

“You shouldn’t bend in your condition.”

“More like, I physically can’t. Heh.” A stupid attempt at lightening the mood. “Sorry, that was—”

He laughs a little. “Funny.”

He offers to drive you home, because no pregnant woman should have to walk any longer than they have to. Brings all the groceries upstairs without so much as a huff.

You get to know him, eventually. He learns that the father hadn’t responded to any of your messages or calls since you found out, and that you’ve been on your own the whole time.

A bird flies right into his window, and he’s gonna patch her up. Of course he is.

Takes care of you and inserts himself into your life. Insists it’s because his mum raises him right, but the truth is his mum didn’t really raise him at all and he’s a little smitten with you. Maybe he likes having someone dependent on him.

Somewhere in his mind, it’s settled. He’s the father. That baby is his. No matter what colour hair or eyes it has. He is the father, and he’s gonna be a damn good one.

That window shatters when you tell him the father finally answered your texts. He’s coming to the hospital for your labour, because the staff informed him.

Simon’s rubbing your back as you bend over the bed in pain, when a burly man bursts through in hysterics.

“BONNIE AH’M SO SORRY AH PROMISE AH’LL BE A GOOD FATHER AH WASNAE READY THEN BUT AH’M READY NOW AND— LT???”

Simon squints. “Johnny?”

You’re too much in pain to even focus on this new development. Start yelling at them to get their shit together because the baby’s decided it’s coming now.

Simon’s holding your hand so tight the nurse has to tell him to calm down, and all Johnny can do is pace.

“Ah cannae believe this, Lt. Been shaggin’ my baby momma for who knows how long.”

“Please don’t call me that” and “this is not the time” come sternly, and silence him. Pouts and sits in the corner, drinking the glass of ice chips the nurse had brought for you.

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ugh the idea of toji refusing to fight with you when you’re mad at him is sooooo…..

you’re banging your fists against his chest and screaming at him but he waits until you’re done, let’s you get it all out of your system.

“you done, pretty girl?” and you’re sooooo mad at him but his voice has this weird way of squirming into your brain and doing naughty things to your thoughts.

“because i have something much more productive we can do with all that energy.” he’s leaning down and kissing you mercilessly, pushing his tongue into your mouth and what were you mad about again? all you can think about is the way he absolutely dominated the kiss instantly, and the way his hand is now groping at your ass.

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satoru gojo who kisses your eyelids to sleep

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Price is literally so gross. silver fox seeking a pretty young thing after a divorce to the MAX. his ex wife comes over to drop off their son but you open the door instead, cotton-plated in one of his shirts and hair damp from your recent shower. Price takes over and you can hear his wife’s voice from the foyer—“how old is she? she barely looks an undergraduate, John” and he acts sheepish but Lord knows he doesn’t care. Ou.

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"did you just spank me?" ☆

choso has wide eyes in the mirror's reflection as they meet yours. glossy and blown out with lust, but wide—nervous, like a deer stuck in headlights. you're bent over, back arched down as your boyfriends hands rest gently on your hips. there's a sting that lingers over your ass, and choso is holding his hand out like he's committed a crime with it.

it's not like he's vanilla—you're being fucked ass-up in front of a mirror so that you can watch him take what's his—but he's frozen still like he's appalled at his own actions.

"oh," he's flushing a gentle pink. "i'm sorry, i don't know why i did that. it was just so much and you were so—i mean... i wasn't thinking and—"

"do it again."

he's still balls deep inside of you—hips pressed tight against the flesh of your ass: his cock pulses inside of you, each veiny ridge filling you out like you're made for him. "why would i do that?"

“because it feels good,” you shrug, pushing back onto his cock a little. "cho, baby, i'm asking you to spank me, not commit a war crime."

"might as well be," he mumbles under his breath, looking down at the curve of your ass at his face scrunches up into an expression you've never seen on him before. is that... restraint?

your poor choso has never been all that good at controlling his wants and whims. he's a man whose body often betrays him: he couldn't hold an orgasm back to save his life, nor can he ever stifle those pretty moans of his. much like how he couldn't stop his hand from smacking against the flesh of your ass.

so, of course, you goad him on. clenching tight around his achy cock as you meet his gaze in the mirror. "i want you to spank me again, choso. be mean. make it hurt when i sit down tomorrow."

"i don't want to hurt you."

"don't you? you spanked me first, cho. i think you want it even more than i do."

his eyebrows furrow. its devastatingly cute for a man balls-deep inside of you. "shut up," he says with no real bite. "i didn't mean to."

"your hand just slipped and landed on my ass?"

"...yes."

you roll your eyes, and offer choso a smile in the mirrors reflection. “you look all embarrassed. just like that time you came just from kissing m—fuck!”

a sharp sting radiates over your ass cheek, and once you blink the shock out of your eyes, you’re met with a very sudden snapping of chosos hips into yours. he somehow manages to fuck you even deeper than before. with every thrust he sends you forward on the bed, until you’re no longer holding yourself up with your arms and your face is pressed right into the mattress.

“you always-” smack! “-make me feel-” smack! “-so nervous around you.”

your face screws up. “what?”

he stills, leans forward to take the sheet away from your face so you can look back at him properly. “i’m punishing you.”

“for what, giving you butterflies?”

“yes.” the sweetest of smiles pulls at his lips—you’d think it endearing if not for the way his hand slaps down onto your ass again, and he resumes his mean pace.

live and let cum, you suppose. choso drills into you in such a way that you’re cumming both quicker and harder than you ever have with him. your orgasm, the sweet way your pussy grips him in pleasured need, sends choso over the edge right after you. “mmm iloveyouiloveyouimsorryforspankingyouiloveyou”

of course with another mean spank to your ass, choso pulls out and exhales the prettiest moan you’ve heard from him as he releases all over your tender ass. you’re spent, and fucked so dumb you don’t chide him for then using his fingers to rub his cum around in soothing circles over your ass. you won’t admit it, but it feels kinda nice.

“sorry,” choso whispers as he reaches for something to wash you down with. “you should slap me as payback.”

“you’d probably like it.”

“…yeah.”

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simon riley who drives the random girl he knocked up in a bar to a random secluded plot of land so he can show her where he’s gonna build their house and where the tyre swing is gonna be and the pond that he’ll build a fence around so all your little ones don’t go tottling down there

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