#cod sub

[k6tzie]

oh my goodness ive had so many ideas running around my head about sub! & virgin! ghost and im so in love with your depictions of sub him.. just imagine he being so confused on why hes so painfully hard and he doesnt know what to do, he just wants his mommy help him out so desperately, and hes so confused why it feels so good when she wraps her hand around his length.. 🤭

ive never actually been an anon on your page before so hii

hii my lovely anon thank u for this request, read this and started gnawing on the bars of my enclosure this is so good YES! 💯 sub!virgin!ghost who never had or has time to rub one out, he doesn't know how to 'do it', per se, and he doubts it feels that good anyway - always cynical. he's far too busy to even think of anything like that and he doesn't wanna sit there and just rub it like he's stroking a dog or something. what if it doesn't feel good? what if his hands are dirty and he contracts some illness? he's always overthinking whilst he suffers another night of his painfully hard, fat cock straining his pants as he scrolls through your social media, seeing your pretty little smile and the clothes he's convinced you put on for him to see like minx. and here he is again, back at square one as he thrusts his hips around in his sheets, not daring to touch himself. and next thing he knows, you found out about all this and wanted to take care of your sweet boy. you are the only female figure in his life after all, why not help him? by this point, he's begging you to sit on his face, dominate him, ride him until he is an overstimulated, stupid mess. he's babbling how good your hand feels rubbing his lengthy cock whilst his eyes twitch in pleasure and his pretty brown eyes cross.

you don't let him cum, no not yet. you don't just wanna feel his warm cum drip down your fingers, what a waste. you wanna feel it drip down your belly, or the crease between your boobs - not just on your fingers. instead you climb atop his red leaky cock and sink down right onto it whilst your gummy walls stretch to accompany his girth. his eyes lock onto yours in pure adoration whilst his cock twitches and stretches inside your gummy walls. he loves being fucked by his mommy, a smart one you are. so experienced huh?

and each jagged, awkward thrust he pounds into you is followed by a weak; "am i being good for you? is this good love?" in need of reassurance. so when you cup his face, pouting and reassuring him, "yeah baby," his cum shoots right inside you :(, feels good having his mommy take care of him. but he feels so bad about coming without telling you yet, he was just so overstimulated with emotions he didn't know what to do or say, so he apologizes profusely and offers to get you off with his mouth until you're trembling against his tongue with your juices spread on his mouth, cheek and chin as he holds your waist longingly in hopes you'll say yes. (inspired by this video<3)

[partiallysame]

Ghost gets no bitches and he reminds me of whatever that TikTok audio is that’s like “how’d you get her?” And the other person is like “get her? No she grabbed me by the throat and told me I was hers”.

Word count: 800

Warnings: none (ghost being immediately whipped)

So hear me out you’re at the grocery store and while walking down the aisles you see this behemoth of a man. Big muscle sexy, surgical mask covering his face. You want. What to say? How should you approach? Ah yes you need help getting something from the top shelf. Stepping so you’re in his line of sight

“Could you come here?” You ask him and he just gives you a blank stare. Raising your eyebrows clearly waiting for a response he turns around looking for who you could be talking to and who is clearly not listening to you. When he sees no one else in the aisle he slowly points at himself, questioning you. “Yes you.” You smile trying to hold in a laugh. Quickly adding a “please” in the sweetest little voice and he is scurrying over to you.

“Could you please reach that box for me?” Ghost raises his arm up and points to a box when you nod confirming that’s the one you want he hands it to you. “That one too please” he obeys. You have him hand you two more boxes (not needing any of them). Then you try to push your luck a little. “Wait not this one” you hand him a box back and he returns it to the shelf. Before you know it you’ve had this man put all the boxes back just to hand them to you again. A smirk plastered on your face. Not once did the large man question you, not when you were looking up at him with those pretty eyes.

“Ok done with this aisle. Come on.” You start walking and his feet are following you. He hasn’t said a word to you but is following you around the store like a puppy. Down the next aisle you pointed at something (well within your reach) and he handed it you.

“Are you always this obedient?” You watched his eyes go wide but he found himself nodding. He’d probably say yes to anything you ask when you’re looking at him like that, like you want to eat him whole. His answer brought a smile to your face and he swore his knees were gonna buckle. You held out your hand, “phone.” It was a statement not a question and he quickly (fumbling) pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to you. When you saw it was locked you looked up at him moving the phone ever so slightly towards him. You had meant for him to take the phone and unlock it but instead he mumbled out “0000” a small but dramatic gasp left your lips “oh so he does speak.” You typed in the 4 digits and the phone opened. You looked up at him when the basic passcode worked. “Simple and obedient. Just how I like ‘em” ghost swallowed hard. No one has ever treated him like this. Spoke to him like this. Not even Price. He should be offended? Insulted? Definitely not turned on. Right? (mark him down and scared AND horny). You handed his phone back to him, your number and name resting on his screen. He reached to take the phone from you, but you didn’t let go. Fingers touching you looked up at him “you better call me. I’ll be real sad if you dont.” He swore he was gonna pass out. Before you let go of his phone, hands still touching, heavy steps made their way into your aisle.

“Aye lieutenant there ye are. Been wandering round lookin fer ya.” Soap called down the aisle.

Ghost refused to acknowledge his friend calling for him, keeping eye contact with you. Your smile got bigger as you let go of the phone.

“Lieutenant huh? That mean you know how to give orders too?” He nodded again. “Then I’m definitely going to need you to call me. I’d like to see that.” Your eyes shamelessly raked down his figure. Fuck he needs to hold on to something.

Once you finally walked away, Soap approached quickly asking who you were and when ghosted shrugged his shoulders “I don’t know.” (But he’s gonna that’s for sure)

“She’s a fine looking lass I’m gonna go talk to her.” Ghost’s hand moved fast, grabbing the back of Soap’s neck guiding (pushing) him in the opposite direction of you. He was thanking god you saw him first and not Soap. If you had talked to Soap like that, ghost knew you’d have him walking on a leash (who’s he kidding if you had asked ghost would’ve barked)

Part 2 Part 2.5 part 3

[simonz-angel]

nerdy!virgin!college study partner simon riley 👅👅

his glasses fog, pupils dilating beneath the thin prescription as he stares up through the mess of the haze. he struggles to breathe, pressing his nose between the sweet of your slick folds, breathing and gasping you in like some addiction.

his knees ache, pressed to the hardwood flooring of your kitchen. you’ve hoisted yourself up onto the counter, the arches of your feet settled up onto the ending curve of the marble. poor simon, he really thought you’d invited him over to study, and now he’s here.

his tongue licks sloppy, dousing you in the sticky of his spit, lathering you up under his tongue. he’s desperate, feral, messy in proving himself to you. he can barely pull the pretty, pink swollen bud of your clit into his mouth with his drunken state.

“doin’ so good, babe,” you egg him on, grinning when his cheeks flush further, pulling down onto his neck in a blotchy red. n the poor boy nods, pressing himself further between the open column between your legs. burying his head, grabbing at your thighs to lift you closer.

but his hand slips, lowering to press the heel of his hand against the angry bulge in his pants. his teeth nip, and grab and his eyes roll with the pressure to the locked up, leaking tip of his cock.

“go on, baby,” you breathe low, letting your head hang to watch him carefully. his glasses slip crooked, and his shoulder tenses, fingers fighting with the metal of his belt desperately. good god, he’s falling apart at the seams, and the way you arch and writhe, he just can’t take it…. “touch yourself, si.”

and he’s complying within seconds, gripping at the base of his cock and stroking. dear god, he’s pleading with your weeping pussy, getting himself off on the way you drip down his chin, the way your body begs for more.

his tongue runs messy, losing himself further and further to the point of an absolute drunken fight to let you hit that sweet euphoria. he didn’t even know what the fuck he was doing, letting his tongue play and experiment, and god you were so sweet and patient. letting him find his way, the rhythm your body liked. and soon you were alight, like a match thrown to gasoline.

[spoiledbygraves]

thinking about being married to john price

like he hates wearing clothes. and he hates seeing you wear clothes. his baby is so pretty why must there be something covering her up?

so he usually sits around the house shirtless with a pair of sweatpants. he would never tell you what to wear because he values you too much BUT you notice when you only wear a big shirt (one of his) and panties theres a look in his eye thats different than at other times.

theres so domestic about him seeing you do dishes with your cute little ass peaking out from under the shirt. or when you lean down to get the food out of the oven and he almost faints.

john price is so in love with his woman...

[bitin-and-barkin]

STRONG OLDER MEN. I want to see a man, so rough and tough in the streets actually be a big sweetheart and SO nervous in bed. All flustered and whiney, rutting against your thigh like a one dollar whore. I need to see them overstimulated and crying from pleasure while you suck them off or eat them out. I want to see them be so scared about hurting you while they fuck you oh so gently, SO horny, but so afraid of hurting you. I wanna see one cry and whimper into your neck while they ride you soo well like a good boy <3 you let them cum as much as they want because they're being soo good for you (and they NEED that privilege cause they are soo sensitive and will cum so much) and they eat ALL of your praise up

[dmitriene]

kissing at simon's riley tummy, out of pure tenderness, laying between his spread legs, meaty and muscled as his thighs tremble, tensing, your soft lips trailing along the fuzzed hairs that trail beneath his boxer briefs, where he's all swollen, leaking a large, wet spot against the fabric, twitching at your every little smooch, your hands playing with the dusted hairs at his thighs.

soft layers of pale skin, scarred and uneven beneath your every touch, every little sweep, his stomach padded with gained fat and yielding muscles, rippling lightly when you lick across the area, suckling a gentle bruise, something yours along the canvas of painful experiences on his body, something holding the love in it.

simon huffs, breathing heavily through his slacked mouth, eyelids heavy and framing the murky irises of his eyes with quivering, translucent eyelashes, peering at you when you tease too close to his cock, heavily swollen against his leg, as you pepper kisses against the cotton of his boxers, feeling the throb of the engorged girth, the bulging veins.

he let's you tease him gladly, cloak in these raking up and down touches and lingering kisses, sometimes so close, sometimes too far, yet still enjoyable as your warm breath sweeps across his skin, soothing and pulling throaty, needy sounds that make simon purse his lips together tightly, holding them, fighting the whimpers as his hips buckle, eyes watering.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[reschatzi]

MDNI, 18+ | TOP!READER | DEGRADATION KINK

A pretty sub’s legs wrapped around you, whining pathetically. Their fingers intertwine with yours, grip tight to ground themselves to the feeling of your dick stretching them out. One of your hands lock around their throat, squeezing the air out of them as you fuck your aching cock back into their tight hole. They’re so wet, their pretty entrance slick with cum and lube.

“Please.. fuck, m-more—” They look at you all teary-eyed as they choke out their meek words through a sob, thinking you care about a stupid, little doll that you can break and repair whenever you want. “You want more, huh? Such a needy whore,” Their walls seize up, bed groaning from the relentless pounding, “Fuck, greedy slut. You liked that.”

On shaky thighs, they try to meet your thrusts. “Wait, ah, mmmng, slow down-” Oh, but the both of you know they don’t mean that. It’s their own form of asking for you to continue bullying your dick into their pulsating heat. Their sweet cries fill the room, clenching down on you tightly which triggers your orgasm rather quickly. Hips stuttering as your cum fills their hole until it’s leaking past your cock. You glance to their face, panting harshly, and the expression they wear makes you impossibly harder. So fucked out but they need more and more until you turn them into your pretty, dumb toy.

[lay-z]

Based on porn I recently watched.

Simon Riley gets his cock sounded. [ 18+ ]

When you approach him with a peculiar request, he gives you one of his trademark shrugs—the king of nonchalance, he is.

"Whot's a bit more metal in my dick, eh?" he jokes before turning his attention back to the telly and the football match he's watching; sipping his beer with one arm propped behind his head, splayed out on the couch like a lazy alley cat on his rare day off.

And with his permission, you buy sounding rods, curious as you are, a toothy smile playing on your lips when you put the sex toys in your virtual shopping basket; mentally telling yourself repeatedly that you'll give him the most mind-blowing orgasm he's ever had.

Orgasms your fiancée will remember even if he's thousands of miles away from you.

Three days later, the package arrives, and Simon is peeking over your shoulder as you rip open the brown box on the plush carpet in your bedroom, cross-legged like a happy teen on Christmas Eve.

"Two?" He clucks his tongue, suddenly suspicious. "Why two?"

You show him the first one, holding it up for him to inspect like Rafiki presenting Simba to Pride Rock.

They're both stainless steel rods. One six inches with barely a few millimeters in diameter, the other eight inches with tiny bumps and ridges along its length, and the slightest bit thicker, too.

You push the small button at the top of the second one and it begins to vibrate gently.

"This one's a vibrator!" you announce with glee while Simon's throat bobs as he swallows thickly.

That evening, you have him lay down naked on your comfortable king-sized bed, right in the middle of it, while you dress up in your sexiest pair of panties—just for him—with your pretty tits out and your eyes twinkling as you drink in the view, sitting on your haunches next to him.

"Should take tha' off, too," he mutters with a playful tug on the lacey waistband, "and sit in on my cock instead."

You tut, swatting his hand away while he chuckles gruffly.

"I'll get there eventually, Riley."

He's already half hard when you dribble a generous glob of clear lube onto the deep flushing tip of his cockhead. The three silver ladder piercings on the underside of his thick shaft start glinting in the dimmed light as you spread the slick down his whole length, teasing the thick, pulsing veins with your fingertips until his breath starts hitching.

"Fuckin' love yer hands," he groans as you start stroking him with both hands, his head hitting the pillow with a dull thud as you twist your wrists rhythmically, massaging him throughly.

"What was that?" Your hands still, gripping the base of of his now twitching prick as you fix him with a stern look and an arched brow.

A brief pause. His bulky chest heaves, then: "Fuck... fuckin' love yer hands, mommy."

You smile adoringly at him when he peers down at you, and next, his cheeks flush as deeply as the tip of his cock.

"Yer killin' me, sweet'art." His chest rumbles with another groan and his head lolls back again. You giggle softly and your hands continue to pump his slick, silky flesh.

And you keep jerking his prick one handed while reaching for the first rod with your free hand, lubing it well before bringing it up to his little piss hole.

"Relax for me, yeah? Tell me if it hurts, baby." You instruct him gently and wait for his nod.

Simon does nod, and you pull his foreskin taut to rub the cool tip around his weeping, fluttering slit, eagerly oozing with precum when you push the sleek steel inside carefully, watching in awe as his cock swallows it up with ease.

"Oh... f-fuck, m-mommy," Simon moans roughly, back bowing off the mattress while his thighs tremble at the pleasurable intrusion.

"Feels good?" And Simon nods more eagerly. "Y-Yeah... feels fuckin'–" He exhales a shuddering breath. "Fuckin' brilliant."

He's fisting and twisting the bedsheets, dark eyes blown black with lust and squeezing shut, his other hand groping your supple thigh as you push the rod in deeper while stroking his cock, and it's both a mesmerizing sight and a strange mix of power and arousal now coursing through your veins, like you're high on the pleasure you're giving him.

The room is filled with his musk, the sticky scent of lube and pre, the slow shlick shlick shlick of your firm hand pumping his length while you simultaneously fuck his tiny hole with the sounding rod, the gusset of your panties already soaked with your own syrupy slick.

Then he gasps. "M-Mommy, 'm ah–close!"

And you slow down, rubbing your thumb along his smooth piercings, toying with the barbells lazily as you slowly pull out the rod again, only keeping its tip inside his slit while rolling the steel between the pads of your thumb and index, teasing and edging him while his chest heaves with panting breaths, his calloused hand squeezing the fat of your thigh harder until his fingers leave imprints on your supple skin.

"You're not gonna cum until I tell you to, you hear me, sweet boy?"

Simon whines low in his throat, bucking his hips slightly while his muscles clench and flex.

"Yes," he answers roughly, and his face twists in a pleasure-pained grimace, "yes, mommy."

When you're sure his cock is ready and properly prepped, you pull the sleek rod from the depths of his urethra before grabbing the vibrator.

"Ready, Si?" He nods breathlessly, observing you with hazy, half-lidded eyes.

Another big drop of precum oozes from his stretched hole and you lick your licks, utterly thirsty, as you squeeze his shaft, up his mushroomy tip while you watch it dribble down your knuckles before you insert the other sounding rod.

The small bumps and ridges disappear inside his prick, stimulating the sensitive canal as you fuck him with it, eliciting a myriad of hitching breaths and wanton moans from Simon.

"Remember, don't come yet." You're smiling as you remind him before pushing the button, bringing the rod to a soft, steady buzz that makes his eyes widen and his back arch off the mattress.

"Oh, fuck!"

You keep a firm, steady pace as you stroke his cock, amping up the vibrator to the second setting while pushing more inside his hole, down his long prick. He's whining and bucking at this point, causing your smile to widen and your heart to flutter.

"That's right, baby. You can take it all, hm? Such a fucking good boy for mama."

Tears are pooling in his tawny eyes as he babbles curses under his breath, staring at the ceiling while the thick veins in his neck and arms pulse, and his toes curl against the bedding—trying not to combust as his vision starts blurring and his mind clouds with tension and desire.

"Need to cum, mommy, please–" he pleads through clenched teeth, unable to look at you while you tease him mercilessly.

You push the button again and the buzz becomes louder, deep inside his cock, until you feel it around your palm. His cock throbs violently as he cries out, nails digging into your thigh while his other hand slaps against the mattress.

But you keep the rod deep inside, pushing the button again and fourth time as you pump his length faster from root to tip, tits jiggling at the movements.

"You wanna come that badly, baby? Huh? Wanna paint my pretty hands with your fat load, hm? No fucking patience. What a surprise, Riley!" you taunt him condescendingly, watching him squirm under your spell.

He's panting wildly like some dog, nodding once more while a drop of sweat trickles down his temple. "I know, I know, 'm sorry. Fuck, p-please, yes, please! Let me cum!"

There's no trace left of Ghost in this moment; tere's only Simon, your good, sweet boy, and it's exhilarating.

You kiss your teeth while something tugs at your heartstrings—and throbs between your thighs. "Awww, begging me so, so sweetly," you coo. "How could I ever deny someone as sweet and handsome as you, Simon?"

He groans again when you say his name so sugary sweet, your voice dripping down his ear canals like warm blossom honey, causing his pale, scarred skin to pebble with gooseflesh and his small nipples to tighten almost painfully.

And then you push the vibrator inside its whole length before leaning forward to spit on his prick, finally jerking him off like you mean it.

Simon snarls, baring his teeth, nostrils flaring, before his face twists in pleasure, and he cries out your name, huffing and groaning desperately as his climax puts him in a chokehold, eyes rolling back into his skull.

His fat balls draw up tight against his body, and then his small hole gapes more around steel as his cock erupts with thick, hot ropes of cum—a seemingly endless stream of milky white running down your hands as you squeeze and stroke him through his orgasm.

Biting your bottom lip, you press your thighs together, needy for friction against your swollen clit as you watch him come apart under your touch and guidance.

"There you go... good boy," you purr softly, slowly pulling out the vibrator and clicking it off while his mass shudders and trembles with intense aftershocks. "Fucking beautiful, baby."

You continue to stroke him, and Simon whines and mewls when another orgasm wrecks through him; cock pulsing and throbbing weakly in your grasp as a smaller load of cum spurts from his dilated slit.

"Please, m-mommy, I–I can't–" he sobs, patting your thigh meekly while his hips buck.

"Alright, fine." You're grinning triumphantly as he lets out a shuddering, blissful sigh.

His shaft goes limp in your hand, softening and turning half its size with loosened foreskin, though it keeps twitching until you finally let go, allowing him to take a deep breath.

"So good for me, Si," you coo as you clean him and your hand up with a spare towel. Then you're kissing his pubic bone and getting tickled by his dark blonde bush.

"My good, sweet boy." He whimpers as you kiss and bite the pudge of his lower stomach, then up his bulky muscles, his buff chest—peppering each centimeter with a lingering smooch until you reach his face.

Simon wraps both arms around your back, corded muscles flexing to keep you anchored to his warm body, bare tits flush to his chest.

"Minx." He huffs, nudging his forehead against yours in a gentle headbutt, like a cat showing affection. "Was nearly sent to another early grave there."

You snort. "Don't say that." And you bump your nose against his, nipping at his bottom lip.

"I love you," you murmur, finally kissing his lips and slipping your tongue into his mouth, greedy for a taste, and he lets you, while one large hand comes up to cup the back of your head, fingers splaying to gently scratch at your skull.

He's smiling against your sweet lips, utterly sated and wrecked, his heart soaring with content and adoration.

"I love ya, too, m'sweet mama."

[readgoods]

some things you just can't help

[pastelclovds]

cw: cuckholding, anal sex, blasphemy (?), religious guilt, implied threesome at the end, infidelity, monsterfucking, and creampie word count: 447 authors note: middle age “couple” supremacy 🛐

thinking about fallen-angel!reader catching an old, sexually repressed priest fisting his cock to a porn magazine. oh, but not just any porn magazine, a GAY porn magazine. upon being caught, reader taunts the priest by asking him why he isn’t with his darling wife to help deal with his “little problem.” to this, the priest just breaks down in tears and confesses how he’s been trying to suppress his sinful desires for decades, and he believed marrying a woman would fix him.

only for it to be for nothing. no matter how many times he makes love to her, he doesn’t actually feel loved nor satisfied. he’s hid his carnivorous needs for the sake of his reputation and the love for his god. but now he’s just too pent up, he needs relief, he needs you.

how could you reject a pathetic, pleading, middle aged man?

time skip to his wife walking into their bedroom, looking absolutely mortified to see an entity of unknown, cosmic origin pounding into her husband in a brutal pace as he lets out moans and pleas to “give him more”. their marriage bed creaks as you bend him into a mating press, and he sobs as he feels your cock reach deeper inside his tight, virgin hole. his hairy legs twitch from their place beneath your palms.

his wife’s heart thumbs in her chest as she eyes your thick member enter her husband’s hole in a wet plap. your dick was huge compared to her husband’s. whenever they had sex, his tiny cock didn’t make her see the gates of heaven like she wanted to. she was left wanting more. craving more.

she doesn’t pay attention to her husband anymore while he was begging for her to forgive him. he lets out a pathetic whine as his orgasm paints his chunky belly white. you give one final thrust to the hilt as you came inside him, he sighed softly as your warmth made his dick twitch again.

but before he could beg for more, you were pulled off of him with your wing. you let out a threatening growl until you stopped due to shock at the sight of the priest’s wife looking up at you with lustrous eyes and her slightly plump, naked body. you were tempted to grab hold of her round breasts. she shook as she grinded her wet pussy against your leg, she licked her lips with hunger as her manicured fingers slowly stroked your rock hard cock.

then without any warning, she rises up until the tip of your dick was just kissing her entrance, and pleaded with you to make her see the light.

[rodolfoparras]

Straight guy who doesn’t let you kiss him but gets pissy when someone else kisses you

Thinking about a threesome with straight guy where he’s down on his knees, sucking you off while someone else is making out with you. Your eyes are locked on him the entire time while the other guy’s kissing you. At first he’s got this star struck look on his face; eyes wide jaw going slack as you lick into the other man’s mouth. He practically starts drooling over your cock as you fuck the dude with your tongue - doing it the same way you would when you fuck him.

You purposely make a show out of it with loud groans and grunts escaping you, lips smacking loudly with each kiss, looking like a tangled mess with your arms intertwined with the other man’s, and a string of drool keeping you connected to his mouth.

At some point he gets so lost in the show: sits there mouth slack, hand palming his own weeping cock. You have to remind him where he is and what he’s doing, and you do so with a rough thrust that sends him into a coughing fit, forces him to to momentarily pull away from your dick.

Only then you don’t look his way, if anything your eyes flutter close, still kissing the other man, as if totally lost in him, all while he tries to collect himself.

And it’s only then he feels like he’s no longer part of the fun, like he’s a puppy that’s been kicked to the side by his owner because he was being too much or too little. Was he?

And maybe just maybe if his pride didn’t reach the ceiling of this building, , he’d admit that he’s hurt by this. Instead he turns this unnamed feeling into determination as he sinks back down onto your dick.

Still you don’t look back at him. And like the cruel owner you are; you purposely only moan the other guys name as he works so hard- uses both his hands and mouth to get you off. He can only take so much before he’s back to being that pathetic little puppy you dismissed; clawing at your legs , whimpering and whining around your dick , begging for crumbs of affection, for your acknowledgment but he gets none of it.

Instead you continue to pretend to be absolutely lost in the other guy ,only stopping the show when when you finally cum down his throat.

And he looks like a whole mess, lips swollen ,cum spit and something that looks like tears smeared all over his face, legs shaking as he rises to be eye level with you.

“Are you ok-“ You don’t get the chance to finish your sentence before he grabs the back of your neck and smashes your lips together.

He immediately takes control of the kiss, shoves his tongue past your lips and roughly licks into your mouth as if trying to erase the trace of the other man that’s been here.

You can taste yourself on him can taste the liquid courage that had led to all of this, can even taste the salty taste of tears and it’s intoxicating.

He only pulls away when your lungs are burning for air and you’re practically yanking at a handful of curls to get him off of you.

He looks absolutely wrecked, now with an even bigger mess on his face, wipes his mouth before he says “fucking disgusting “ and walks away from you.

[luxcuriousao3]

Not me imagining the porniest scenario where you're stuck in an elevator alone with König and oh no you've only given birth a couple weeks ago and you're producing sooooo much milk it leaks through your nursing bra, how embarrassing. And oh no your breasts are so swollen and tender and aching, if only you had your baby with you or your breast pump, but no luck. Guess you just have to suffer.

Meanwhile König can't take his eyes off the wet patches on your shirt, and is hard as steel, trying not to cream his pants and/or offer to help you out, please Mama, please?

[partiallysame]

Ghost Gets No Bitches pt. 3

Word Count: 2300

Content warnings: smut, Sub!simon, unprotected sex, P in V, this got a lil freak nasty 

(ahhhh this is my first smut im big nervous)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 2.5

Simon followed you up the stairs to your apartment, palms sweating, pants tight. The second the lock clicked and the door swung open you grabbed Simon by the belt pulling him inside, immediately leaning up against the now closed door he had to put his hands out to stop from crashing into you. Caged between his arms you tugged his shirt bringing his lips to yours. Your hands began to roam all over his defined chest while one of his gripped your hip pulling you into him. “Couch” you mumbled between kisses, barely pulling away enough to speak the word. Feet fumbling, both refusing to separate enough to look where you were going. Once the back of his calves touched the couch you pushed his chest forcing him down onto the couch, taking a moment to look at the way his pupils were dilated, chest heaving and arms reaching to bring you back to him. Lifting one leg on either side of his lap, you straddled him, lips finding their way to his neck. Leaving a wet trail of bites and kisses on his neck you began to tug at the hem of his shirt, prompting him to take it off. The moan that left your lips at his exposed torso made his grip on your thighs tighten. Simon had never been ogled like this. You were looking at him like he was a full course meal that you were going to eat and lick the plate clean. Your lips found his again, body beginning to grind onto his. His large hands pulled your dress up enough to expose your ass, his fingers digging into the flesh helping you grind onto him. The friction of his jeans on your clothed crotch had you letting little mewls in his ear. His hands began to tug a little more at your dress until you pulled away from him. 

“Use your words.” Your lips were puffy and the way you were looking at him, Simon didn’t think any coherent thoughts could come out.

“Off.” You cocked your head to the side slightly, not moving to follow his request. 

“What was that?” Your voice dripping with innocence but he knew it was anything but.

“Take this off.” You just raised your eyebrows at him. “Fuck take this off, please.” The last word came out more of a breath than an actual sound. 

“Good boy.” You pulled the dress over your head exposing the matching lingerie set you had been wearing. Fuck you were wearing this all night? Simon took a deep breath, groaning at the sight in front of him. You started to remove yourself from him but his hands slid from your thighs to your hips keeping you in place. “Just taking this to the bed, thats all.” you reassured him.

“Tell me where, love?” His grip tightened as he stood with you still attached to him, legs wrapping around his thick torso. This time his lips found your neck trailing their way across the vein there until he found a spot that made your breathing pick up. As he neared your room, your hand found its way into his hair. A hard tug at the roots of his blonde hair pulled his mouth from you and the whimper that he let out was a noise he didn’t know he could make. You moved his head to the side to give space to bite down on his neck, sucking and leaving a deep purple mark. Fuck his legs were gonna give out if you kept doing that. He walked the two of you further in until he could set you down on the bed. Leaning back onto your hands, you looked at him with hooded eyes. Simon never thought he’d get into heaven but here he was, staring at your almost naked body, sitting waiting patiently for him. “Off” your foot trailed up his thigh before putting the smallest amount of pressure on the outline of his cock over his jeans. 

“Yes Ma’am.” The words left his lips before he knew what he was saying but the phrase went straight to your core. His pants fell to the floor and you licked your lips, staring shamelessly at his fucking huge cock pressed against his stomach. 

“You know Simon,” You slid from the bed to drop to your knees in front of him, “You’ve been so good today. Do you think you deserve a reward?” Hands sliding up and down his thick thighs, feeling the way they would tighten and flex under your touch. He started to nod but stopped himself. Words Simon.

“Yes Please.” Simon Ghost Riley couldn’t remember the last time he used the word ‘please’ but here he was whimpering it for the second time. His breath was shaking as you got closer to him. Simon’s cock twitched, your breath fanned over it, but you hadn’t touched him yet. Lowering yourself so your face was centimeters away from the base of his cock, teasing him with your warm breath, lips so close to doing what he needed you to. His hands were in fists, trying so hard to keep composed, to let you tease him, to not put his hand onto your head and pull you closer. Looking up and locking eyes with him, your tongue traced a long line from the base of his cock to the tip, eliciting a long moan from him. Hands gripping the base, adjusting the angle, you took him into your mouth fully, without warning. You hummed, tasting the salty precum, the vibrations making his legs shake. His hand found its way to your hair so gently, scared to make the wrong move. Your mouth worked up and down his length, tongue pressing into the prominent vein on the underside of his cock and swirling around the tip. It only took a few seconds for his grip on your hair to tighten. He felt like a fucking teenager, about to cum this fast. 

“wait not yet” He tried to pull himself from you but you pulled the back of his thighs, cock hitting the back of your throat, you swallowed around him and he was a goner. A broken moan left him as he shot his load down your throat. Slowly removing him from your mouth, you stood up and pulled him down into a kiss, making him taste himself from your lips. You spun the two of you, hands pressing onto his chest pushing him down onto the bed.

“I’m not done with you yet, Lieutenant.” His cock twitched hearing you use his rank. Pressing into his chest until he laid flat, your legs wrapping around to straddle him again. Your hand found his jaw, gripping and moving his head slightly so your lips could brush against his ear, “the first one was your reward. But you’re going to beg for the next one.” Lowering your hips enough, Simon could feel your soaked panties slide across his already hard cock. His hands tried to slide their way up your thighs, but you gripped his wrists, pressing them above his head. “No touching without permission, Lieutenant.” He nodded and kept his hands above his head, gripping the pillow when you let go of him. You pressed your lips onto his and Simon tried to lean into you as much as possible, loving the feeling of your control over him. He let out a disappointed whine when you pulled your body from his, clothed pussy no longer dragging against his cock. A wet trail of kisses were left from his neck down to his chest, tongue swirling over his nipple, his hips bucked up involuntarily at the sensation. Your hand found his jaw again, grip tighter than the last time, “Behave.” 

“M’sorry fuck please.” His accent thick as he began to whine. 

“Please what Simon?”  You started the trail of kisses again, moving down his stomach getting so close to his cock again. 

“Please can I touch you?” His knuckles had turned white from the death grip he had on the pillow. Your lips were now hovering over the tip of his cock, teasingly you blew air over his slit and his hands shot down to you. Before they could reach you, you made a “tsk” noise and his hands found the sheets next to his thighs. You hadn’t given him permission yet. Fuck he can do this, he can be good for you. 

“Good boy.” You smirked as you moved further from his cock, nails dragging lightly up and down his muscular thighs, watching as this giant man twitched under you. Removing yourself from the bed just long enough to slide your panties down your thighs, Simon couldn’t look anywhere but at your glistening core. Straddling him again, you leaned back against his thighs, giving him the perfect view of your body and your dripping pussy. 

“Please let me touch you, please.” His hands lifted slightly trying so hard to behave for you. 

“No.” He wanted to let out a groan but the sound stopped in his throat when he watched you trail your own hand down your stomach and further down until your fingers spread your folds open, coating themselves in your slick. “Open.” It was an order and Simon oh so happily obeyed, opening his mouth as you leaned forward, pushing your wet fingers into his mouth so he could taste you. His tongue wrapped around your fingers and you bit your lip at the sight in front of you. Removing your fingers from his mouth, you slid your pussy across his painfully hard cock. How wet you were and the pressure on him had his head spinning and pleads pouring from his mouth. 

“Fuck please, need to touch you.” His eyes had started to get glossy from all the teasing.

“Go ahead Simon. Touch.” Large hands immediately found your tits, palming at them for a moment before one hand slid down to find your clit, rubbing soft circles. The moan you let out almost broke whatever resolve he had left. Lifting your body just enough, you reached down to grab his cock and line it up with your slit. You lowered yourself slightly, the tip of his cock pressing ever so slightly into you, but stopping there. “Do you want it?” Simon’s eyes were pulled from where you two were connecting to your eyes, head nodding fast. “Then beg for it.” You pulled your body up until his cock was no longer touching you and Simon had never felt more desperate in his life. 

“Fuck please. Need it. Need you Please lovie. I just… please” Hearing his gruff voice whine and beg for you made you lower yourself again but just enough to how you were, his tip barely in you. “Please please please let me make you feel good. Please use me.” Tears were threatening to spill at the feeling of your walls gripping him but knowing you could pull away at any moment. 

“You’re so good for me Simon.” You slowly slid down until he was fully sheathed in you. Your hands placed heavy on his chest, nails digging in as you tried to adjust to his massive size, eyes rolling back in your head at the sensation. Beginning to bounce at an agonizingly slow pace, his hands found your ass, wanting to urge you to speed up but knowing he’d be in trouble if he did. Fuck you’re so tight around him. Whimpers had been falling from his mouth the second you slid down on him. Bottoming out, your pussy clenched around him and he bucked his hips. Fuck he didn’t mean to. He was scared you were going to pull off of him but instead you let out a pornographic moan at the action, his cock hitting that spongy spot in you. 

“Again.” You said trying to keep control but fuck did he feel good, you were losing your grip on reality too. He thrust again and again, your hands planted firmly on his chest holding on for dear life. “Make me cum Simon.” Fuck you didn’t have to tell him twice. He brought one hand to your clit again rubbing messy circles as you bounced up and down on his cock. He could feel you tightening, he could tell you were so close. Fuck he was trying to keep his own release at bay. A few more thrusts from him and you were falling over the edge. He didn’t think you could get any tighter but the feeling of you cumming on his cock was nothing less than pure bliss. His thrusts started to get sloppy and you could tell he was getting close. One of your hands slid from his chest to his throat, hand gripping his neck with just enough pressure to capture his attention. “I told you, you’re gonna have to beg for this one.” You slid off of him slightly, once again only keeping his tip inside of your velvet walls, backing up your statement. Not letting him get too close without following your orders. 

“Please fuck please I’ve been so good. Been a good boy.” His cock could feel you tighten around him, clearly liking the way he was begging. “Let me be your good boy. Fill you up. Please, please please.” The ‘please’s continued as you sunk back down onto him. Leaning down to whisper in his ear. 

“Fill me up then.” Moving back to look at his fucked out face, Simon pulled you into a messy kiss, needing to feel your lips on his, a few final thrusts he emptied his load in you with the most pathetic sounding moan of his life.

He could never tell the 141 about this.

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[simonz-angel]

jackin off nerdy!loser!college partner simon riley

his pen falls, fingers going limp as your lips press against his. he’s soft, pliable beneath your fingertips, arching into your every feathery touch, panting into your mouth messily.

your notebooks lay open and abandoned, paper ticking softly with the chill of wind that passes through the open window. and simon’s chin hitches, tongue pressing and threading around yours sloppily, inexperiencedly.

and when you’re fingertips dip beneath the thin material of his stretchy joggers, he’s gasping in a broken moan, the angry tip of his cock leaking in a pearly mess of precum.

“you’re mine, simon,” you breathe into the open shell of his mouth, tongue swiping his bottom lip, tasting him up on your tongue. your fingertips disappear into the scratchy, sandy curls that frame his pretty cock, hand fisting up around him so suddenly he chokes. “say it.”

his big brown eyes peer up at you dizzily, a haze blurring his usual intense stare. he’s panting, hair disheveled, glasses cocked crooked over the bridge of his nose. “i-i’m yours, i’m yours, yes..”

he’s whining, hips reeling up off the floor as you wrist flicks, pulling the skin of his cock taut before you’re smoothing your hand back down. you watched over him, free hand digging up into the short of his blonde hair, pulling his drooping head back to get a real look at him.

you’d must admit, he was a pretty, pretty boy. the dripping honey of his eyes encapsulated with his sparkling blonde lashes, crooked nose dented in on the sides with his glasses, his pretty pink lips lathered in a lewd mixture of your saliva. and he panted hot, open-mouthed against your face, staring up at you with some dumbed down look.

“when you ace me through this semester, baby, you’ll get the real thing, ‘kay?” you pout down at him, bringing one of his hands beneath your skirt. n when his fingertips skim over the wet fabric of your panties, your desperate pussy clenches, stomach rolling with his hesitant touches. “until then… “

[spoiledbygraves]

okay but if bf!simon or husband!simon is in love with you he would never keep his mask on during sex.

you've told him that it's fine. maybe that it even turns you on

but he just can't help but see it as disrespectful not to let his pretty girl see his face, ESPECIALLY because he's clingy and needs to be kissing you at all times.

smth about respect. smth about honor. whatever it is, you can't seem to convince him that it's okay so it becomes you're goal in your relationship for a few weeks til he finally does give in. (because he will always give in for his girl)

[ace-inthehole]

Just thinking about a pretty old man <3

[18+] Mdni

Top gn reader. Amab or afab w/ a strap I left it vague.

Inspired by @rodolfoparras :)

When you first start your advances, he pushes you off. Because he's already an old man, hair greying, joints creaking, with eyes that have seen far too much. He can't ruin a pretty young thing like you, but oh boy does he want to. It takes everything in him to reject you, let you down lightly, because he wants you just as much as you want him. Maybe more.

It's not hard to notice his wayward glances and sneaked looks, a deep hunger in his eyes, wanting and full of desire. It's rather adorable, seeing him try so hard to suppress his urges and feelings, because he isn't convincing anyone with that act. Not you, and not himself.

But with your persistence, that little facade of his begins to crack. It starts small, maybe a few long conversations over drinks in some dingy bar or a deep chat under the view of the cityscape. His longing gaze becomes more and more passionate, heavy with lust as he takes you in. He still looks away when you meet his eyes, cheeks flushed under his beard as he grumbles some poor excuse.

Fleeting looks become yearning gazes, a brush of your hands become intertwining the under the table. He's breaking, and it's because of you.

And when you finally bed him, he's nothing short of a mess. Splayed out bare before you on your bed, gasping and crying out at every touch. It isn't his first time, far from it, but man does it feel like it is. Every touch from your warm hands on his skin, your breath fanning over his neck or your lips on his face send pleasant and hot hums through his body.

It's embarrassing, it's shameful, every part of him on display before you, but your loving eyes that see nothing but beauty makes his heart clench.

He can hardly get it up anymore, just barely half hard when you're pressing into him, but it feels so good he doesn't have the mind to be embarrassed. When you kiss him you taste the bitter ash lingering from the cigarette he smoked earlier, but his noises are more than sweet enough to make up for it.

When he comes, he's gasping and throwing his head back, body convulsing as he desperately clings onto you. A beautiful sight really, such a man in pieces under you. Pieces that you tear apart with ardor and put back together again lovingly. He lets you do so, becoming putty at your fingertips and moulding into any form you shape him into.

He's reduced to a crying, sniffling little mess with his release splattered on his stomach, but he stares up at you with such pure adoration. He settles into your arms after you clean yourselves up, head resting on your chest and arms wrapped tightly around you.

Truly, an adorable old man.

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So this is my first time writing smut lol. Go easy on me, thanks. This was written with Price in mind but I decided to keep the character ambiguous.