simon’s hands held your hips steadily as his cock pistons in and out of your sopping cunt. even with your own height his body almost completely envelopes yours, casting a huge shadow over you. “tha’s it, lovie. right there.” your hands are braced across his chest, pink nails digging into the skin leaving crescent marks across his already scarred flesh.
“s-si. mmmf. can’t..can’t take anymore.” he’d made you cum a record of four times already, and your body was beginning to falter on top of him. this only seemed to spur him on, as his hips thrusted up once more, cock hitting impossibly deep. every thrust kissed your cervix and massaged your sweet spot, and all you could do was drool and whine as you let him use you.
“jus’ one more. one more f’me, love. then i’ll fill you up, yeah?” you moan again, that tight coil in your stomach threatening to snap with each sharp thrust of his hips. he always knew exactly how to make you come undone, leaving you a whimpering, sopping mess on his cock.
he shifted slightly, his fat length hitting a new angle that made you squeal. the room was quiet apart from your desperate whines and the squelch of your cunt. his hand came down to slide between your two bodies, fingers finding your puffy clit and rolling the bud between his fingers. “thas it, feels good, hm? make a mess of that cock and i’ll fill you up.” all you could do was stutter out his name as you came down his length, your slick gathering on both your thighs.
“s-si! no more, please. jus’…jus’ want you…” you could barely string a sentence together, no coherent thoughts being formed in your mind as he seemed to piston even faster into you. soft groans had started to leave his lips now, and you knew he was close. his fingers were digging bruises into your hips, as he held you firmly down on his own.
with one last groan, he came. filling you up with his cum and holding you there. his hips were stuttering and you were whining as your head fell to his shoulder, completely fucked out. “let’s get you cleaned up, lovie.”
ExHusband!Simon Riley acting as if he didn’t care a year ago when you handed him the divorce papers
ExHusband!Simon Riley going back to base and practically beating up a rookie during training
ExHusband!Simon Riley trying to fill the void one night by sleeping with someone but accidentally calls them your name
ExHusband!Simon Riley feeling furious when he picks your two kids up and your daughter blurts that you have a date later
ExHusband!Simon Riley breaking into your house (using the spare key he had stolen) and kicking your date out of your bed
ExHusband!Simon Riley getting into a screaming match with you because he wants to mend your family and you’re fucking someone else. Silly girl, you have him to do that
ExHusband!Simon Riley eating you out until he makes you cum the amount of months you’ve been divorced for (*cough* 8 months)
ExHusband!Simon Riley breaking you open on his cock and then cumming inside you in hopes you’ll get pregnant
ExHusband!Simon Riley absolutely ecstatic when you are and slowly coercing you into being a family again… yknow… for the baby
Ghost doesn’t put much stock into the whole virginity thing, doesn’t understand why anyone would give a shit. Until it’s you. Until you’re shyly telling him you’ve never done this before, asking if he’ll slow down while he’s kissing down your neck. Then suddenly there’s a hot stone dropping into hi stomach, a deep possessive thing that howls at the thought he’s the only one to touch you like this, that he’s the only man who’s ever going to wet his dick in your sweet pussy. Then he’s obsessed with it. His big hands grabbing at every inch of you, his mouth dragging along behind them, God he loves the way you squirm, the way you plead for him to go slower, the way you bite your lip when you want something you can’t voice. He’ll get those lips babbling in no time.
He’ll take his time opening you up, making you come on his fingers and licking you clean afterwards. You’re so sweet on his tongue, so fucking pretty in his ears. He just wants you to scream for him, to whine and beg for him to fuck you. He wants you to be crying before he ever tugs his cock from his trousers. Maybe you won’t be as scared of its heavy length if you’re seeing it with watery eyes. Plus if you’re already crying he won’t have to worry about making you cry when he finally notches his cock against your entrance. He’s slow working his cock into you, but that doesn’t stop the stretch from burning through your core. He’s so thick, his fat cock bullying it’s way into your inexperienced cunt. The stretch of it hurts, the heat of friction coursing through you as he grinds his cock inch by inch into your tight cunt.
You can’t take it all laying on your back like this, but he already know that. Seeing the tears that glisten in your eyes, hearing you whimper how full you are, it’s better than seating his cock fully inside you. Besides, there’s plenty of time for him to work it all in, plenty of positions to try. He doesn’t want to scare you off just because he got greedy. That doesn’t mean he’s gentle with you. He fucks you like you’re a toy, growling in your ear that you’re his and only his, that he’s going to mold that pretty pussy of yours to fit his cock, that all you need is a little training, all while his hips piston into you. He fucks you hard and fast, and you scream when you can get the breath for it. His thumb rubs at your clit, drawing tight circles of pleasure over the sensitive bud, and your hips desperately attempt to follow along. It’s all too much, too hard, too fast, feels too good. You’re drooling by the end of it, your nails scratching across his shoulders just for something to hold onto as his tongue plunges into your mouth. It may not be romantic but God damn the multiple orgasms Ghost wrings from you before he fills you full of is come are certainly memorable.
Poly-situationship 141 bringing the new sergeant into their fold. (No real NSFW in this one, unless I decide to make a full version. Testing the waters for demand.)
A new sergeant to Task Force 141 trying to participate in the on-base antics. Kyle and Soap have arranged for a fun little game with some others. Spin the bottle.
You were shy, at least, when it came to games like this with strangers the atmosphere needed to be right to be comfortable. But, in light of impressing your superior officers like Price and Ghost, you didn’t play.
The others didn’t care. They made out, spinning the bottle endlessly. Kyle and Johnny exchanging kisses too heated for just friendship.
“Жoпа… what did you do to us?” He whispers into your ear, voice rumbling as his strong arms hold you in place, hard cock rubbing against your ass from behind. Your own body responded to him before your hazy brain could even register his words, hips moving just enough to meet his lazy thrusts halfway.
“I’m sorry, Nikto… we didn’t know.” Yet it was still stupid. Your brain goes back to what caused this hot mess— going on a mission to an abandoned lab to gather intel, and Horangi being stupid enough to start picking up random vials and throwing them against the wall. You followed suit, ignoring the stern look Nikto shot your way when he entered the room you were at.
“You didn’t know.” He mocks with fake pity, voice growing even deeper, the sound rumbling from his chest to his throat. His mask presses against your neck as he begins to pull down your pants and underwear just enough to reveal your sweet cunt. A sharp hiss coming out of his lips before his hand fumbles to pull up the zipper of his flight suit and pull out his hard cock, sliding it between your thighs.
“Сука.” He whispers right into your ear, cock sliding right along your slick folds. Nikto was a man of discipline, someone who was always able to resist any urges or temptation, yet here he was, grinding on you like a dog in heat, and you’re letting him. You both know exactly what the drug you released from the vial was— the painful boner Horangi was trying (and failing) to hide on the helo ride back to base confirmed your suspicions.
“You are not sorry enough.” His gloved hand grabs onto the back of your neck, manhandling you until your upper body is resting on the cold surface of your old desk, nipples hardening at the feeling of the cold metal hitting them directly.
“Fuck—” It’s almost painful, the growing heat between your legs, your pulse quickening each passing second that you’re not feeling his cock all over your pathetically wet cunt, yet that’s short lived.
“What? Can’t handle the consequences of your own actions, slut?” He softly kicks your legs apart, getting a better view at your cunt, glistening in the dim light of your quarters, the drug making your body respond before your brain. The tip of his dick sinks into you painfully slow, a small groan coming out of his throat at the new sensation on his already sensitive tip.
“Filthy little whore.” He makes sure he’s lined up well before thrusting into you with force, thick cock burying itself all the way deep within your wet, needy cunt. His hold on your hip is almost bruising as he starts fucking into you, not even giving you the time to adjust to his length, yet you don’t need the time anyway. The sounds of your squelching pussy would be embarrassing if you could even think clearly, but it’s almost as if he’s taking away your thoughts with every single deep thrust.
“Nikto—” You manage to moan out, back arching on your desk as one of your hands comes up to your chest, rubbing and pulling on one of your nipples while your cunt gets used by the Russian man. His thrusts hold no love or care— simply a primal need to cum. His strong body leans over yours, hard gear pressing into your back, yet any sort of pain is quickly replaced by the heat pooling up in your stomach.
“You’re just a fucktoy—” He grunts out, deep groans coming out of his lips as he pounds into you, heavy balls slapping against your clit every single time he buries himself to the hilt.
“A piece of meat for us to use.” The hard plate of his mask digs into your back as he leans his forehead over it, breath hitching at the feeling of how good your wet cunt feels, how sensitive his cock is inside you. He keeps fucking into you hard and deep, each thrust sending you both closer to the edge, his free hand joining yours on your chest. He squeezes hard, dragging a whiny moan out of you before his gloved hand begins to rub and pull on your nipple harshly.
“Need— need more.” You plead, ignoring the pathetic high pitch of your voice, losing any sort of shame. You can’t afford shame when your superior is fucking you hard, letting everyone hear just how true his demeaning words are. His hand on your hip goes lower, pulling your hips up and forcing you to arch your back, the new angle hitting the perfect spot inside your cunt.
“Fuck— fuck, fuck, fuckkk.” Your eyes close, allowing Nikto to possess your body in every single way. How could you not submit when he’s slamming his fat cock all the way in? When his rough hand is pulling on your nipple, fondling the fat when he gets bored of torturing you.
“God— I love you.” The words come out of your lips without even thinking about it, not having the chance to even process them because he starts slamming into you at a punishing pace, the tip of his cock hitting the entrance of your cervix with no issues at all.
“да? You’re just a fuckhole to me— nothing more.” He reminds you, movements growing more intense each passing second. The room fills with the sounds of your mixed moans and the slap of skin meeting skin. Nikto can feel his release building up, the desperation to get the drug out of his system becoming all-consuming. His grip on your tit tightens, thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own pleasure.
“Shit, I'm—” You can’t even finish your sentence before your orgasm hits, cunt cramping down on Nikto’s cock, legs trembling as you struggle to keep yourself up. He holds your hips higher, driving into you with a feral hunger before shoving himself all the way in, a deep grunt escaping his lips as he spills his cum inside you, body trembling with the release of his pent-up desire. His breathing is heavy and warm in your ear, slowly pulling out of you, thumbs spreading your cheeks to see the way his cum spills out of your abused hole.
“Not a word out of this.” He warns, giving your ass a hard slap before shoving his cock back into his boxers and flight suit. All you can do is nod, trying your best to regain your breath as his thick, fertile seed spills down your thighs.
Nikto x F!Reader ||Smut Drabble W. An Utterly Down Bad Man (AKA Nikto)
No Dark Themes - Body worship, praise/dirty talk, p in v, edging, implied overstim, cunnilingus, implied somnophilia (but it’s totally up to you), domestic Nikto, implied dom/sub & switch dynamics, etc. Minors interacting will be blocked.
Ugh, sorry, more little blurbs while I try to write something cohesive.
Ghost who makes you call him sir in bed when he slaps you across the face, hiking one of your legs up to your stomach, fucking you on your side. “So good, little slut, so precious.” He growls. Telling you to beg him louder, tell him how much you fucking like it when you take his cock deep inside your slutty hole. “Take that cock! Fuckin’ take it, beg for it until I see those sweet tears.”
Vs.
Simon who breathes you on, practically humps you, hands holding your stomach and smoothing over you arched hips off the bed. “Love… fuck, you’re so good… like heaven around me-” Telling you how good you’re being for him without him even having to ask you. “Taking it so deep, so fuckin’ deep in that cock, all for me. All for me baby…” Driving his cock deep inside you, kissing your ear and telling you just have good you sound when you take it deep.
Keegan who handcuffs you to the bed, watching you moan and bounce with your wrists bound to the headboard. His hand firm in your messy hair, watching you cry as he ruthlessly bullies his thick cock deep inside you. “Look at you, all messed up just for me…” His pelvis slamming between your thighs with each heartbeat. “Fuckin’ moan for me baby! Scream my name! Oh that’s it! That’s it get louder!”
Vs.
Keegan who handcuffs your wrists in front of you, giving him free will go tug on them. Leaning down to kiss your mouth open, tugging the cuffs lightly to push you down on his cock. “Fuck… Fuck baby you’re gonna drive me crazy like that.” He purrs against your lips, rolling his eyes and fucking his hips into you. “All up on my cock like that. Oh baby you make me want it-” Hearing you whimper into his mouth and kiss him back, feeling you taking his cock, it’s all he needs.
König who loves to make your little back arch. Telling you to bend more or he’d break you. Firm hands on either side of your hips as he watches his cock slide deeply in and out of you. “Such a little thing I get the pleasure of breaking. Such a good little thing for me!” Telling you if you keep acting like such a slut he’ll fill you up deep with it. “Quiet maus, I don’t want the neighbors to hear what a filthy thing you are!”
Vs.
König who pants softly, hands on your hips bouncing you along his thick cock. Watching your stomach bulge slightly or your hole stretch, the tip of his cock pressing into the wall of your body. Watching your eyes flutter and you moan and moan around him. “I love you, I love you precious little thing…” Eyelids fluttering when he sees you crumble under your shaking thighs and the weight of your orgasm. “Oh so good liebling… Fuck, so so good..”
This is the second installment of my Christmas gift to you guys. If you’d like to check out part one with Johnny you can do so here.
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NSFW, car sex, creampie, some dirty talk, Simon’s joking but he actually does want to fuck you all night. Waist below Afab reader, readers pronouns not mentioned. Smut blurb.
You and Simon had gone out to see a light show. While Simon wasn’t a huge fan of all the decorations and the people that were there he endured it. Especially for you. There was something about seeing your rosy pink cheeks, soft lips pulling into a smile when you saw those decorations. There was just something that got him going and he couldn’t explain it.
However, Simon had said if he did this for you, there was something he wanted from you.
Maybe it was because of too much eggnog, or the fact that you’d nearly neglected him all day. You hadn’t meant to. After he came to visit you off work for Christmas and you got busy making Christmas dinner for you and the massive mountain of a man.
You’d given him a bottle of alcohol to help loosen him up from work in the meantime. Letting him sip away while entertaining idle conversation.
Until he was leaned over, large hands gripping the edge of the marble counter, breathing down on you.
“König??” You looked up at him, catching his heated gazes when he lifted his mask to kiss your cheek, leaning down to capture your jaw.
(trying out the new community label thing so lets see how far out into the world this makes it. I legitimately just wanted to write the “pay to ride” part, this is purely 2am trash)
Simon who is something of a manwhore when he moves out of his parents house. The years of being held away and exposed to his brother’s loads of magazines of sexy bikini models shaping a large portion of his freedom.
He idles at the bars on his leave. Stirring a drink with soft flicks of his wrist, looking around the cool glow of the lot bar as patrons waltz through.
He takes a sip of his drink, the warm liquid leaves a sting on his tongue that quenches the fire in his stomach. He watches the girls across the bar, giggling and feeling up some of the men, others too focused on the mechanical bull that had been set up.
simon’s hands held your hips steadily as his cock pistons in and out of your sopping cunt. even with your own height his body almost completely envelopes yours, casting a huge shadow over you. “tha’s it, lovie. right there.” your hands are braced across his chest, pink nails digging into the skin leaving crescent marks across his already scarred flesh.
“s-si. mmmf. can’t..can’t take anymore.” he’d made you cum a record of four times already, and your body was beginning to falter on top of him. this only seemed to spur him on, as his hips thrusted up once more, cock hitting impossibly deep. every thrust kissed your cervix and massaged your sweet spot, and all you could do was drool and whine as you let him use you.
“jus’ one more. one more f’me, love. then i’ll fill you up, yeah?” you moan again, that tight coil in your stomach threatening to snap with each sharp thrust of his hips. he always knew exactly how to make you come undone, leaving you a whimpering, sopping mess on his cock.
he shifted slightly, his fat length hitting a new angle that made you squeal. the room was quiet apart from your desperate whines and the squelch of your cunt. his hand came down to slide between your two bodies, fingers finding your puffy clit and rolling the bud between his fingers. “thas it, feels good, hm? make a mess of that cock and i’ll fill you up.” all you could do was stutter out his name as you came down his length, your slick gathering on both your thighs.
“s-si! no more, please. jus’…jus’ want you…” you could barely string a sentence together, no coherent thoughts being formed in your mind as he seemed to piston even faster into you. soft groans had started to leave his lips now, and you knew he was close. his fingers were digging bruises into your hips, as he held you firmly down on his own.
with one last groan, he came. filling you up with his cum and holding you there. his hips were stuttering and you were whining as your head fell to his shoulder, completely fucked out. “let’s get you cleaned up, lovie.”
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