18+ NSFW posts shared here 25 ⢠UK ⢠Lt Simon Riley, Eddie Munson, Sirius Black, Bucky Barnes, Sam Winchester and Spencer Reid are my bitches ⢠Slytherin ⢠Capricorn â˘
Mean boyfriend!Simon acts like he doesn't notice how much you want to come. When he pulls out of you and goes off to do something else, leaving you unsatisfied because you were a brat he pretends he doesn't see how your eyes tear up. Or how you follow him like a puppy, your whole body buzzing with the need to come.
Mean boyfriend!Simon fingers you from behind at the most sudden times. You could be making dinner and he'll walk up behind you, shove his big hand down the back of your pants and push two fingers in your pussy. He knows you'll let him, he knows you miss him so much you'll take him whenever you can get him.
Mean boyfriend!Simon makes big bites around your nipples so his teeth marks are visible there for days later. He will do the same thing on your inner thighs, he loves feeling them twitched under his mouth. It's probably his favorite part to bite, other then your ass.
Mean boyfriend!Simon curves his finger upwards as he pulls it out and the back in but he does it at a speed at which he knows isn't enough for you to come. He pulls it out fully, watching your poor cunt clench around air, begging for something, anything to be back in it. His finger, his cock, his tongue, toys, it doesn't matter. But his cock would be ideal.
Mean boyfriend!Simon holds your ass like a bowl he's slurping from when he's eating you out. Marks are left behind in his wake because you can't stay still, so he has to use a little force to make you. When he pulls away and is drenched in your slick he has the biggest grin on his face because he made you come with his tongue alone.
Mean boyfriend!Simon thumbs at your clit when he knows you're close. You beg, scream, whimper for him not to stop again, you'll go crazy if he pulls away now. In his opinion you're at your most beautiful when you're a desperate mess just like this, and it's his greatest badge of honor to reduce you to it.
Mean boyfriend!Simon slaps your pussy when he tells you that you've been a bad girl. For example if you come without him telling you to, or you give into your needs when he's deployed and send him videos of yourself riding toys or choking on them. You don't look like someone who deserves anything less then a punishment.
Mean boyfriend!Simon creampies all three of your holes in one night. Not even the most thorough shower will get the smell of cum and sex off you when he's done. Which isn't a bad thing in his case, he likes it when you smell like him, and when you get that happy smile on your face while getting more cum on your body.
Mean boyfriend!Simon makes you clean his cock up even if your body is nearly boneless after sex. If he has to he will use your mouth to do it while you just tilt your head back for him. The only part of you that needs to work then is your tongue.
Mean boyfriend!Simon keeps his cock inside you while pressing one hand on your stomach and the other hand teasing your clit. He doesn't move his hips at all, he just enjoys the way your pussy walls ripple around him. Eventually you do get him to come too, but not before you've already had several orgasms like that.
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Simon is the type to put his wedding band in the velcro pouch on his chest when heâs out on the field, mostly because he canât wear it for work, but he also doesn't want to get it dirty or taint it with the violence his hands see.
Sometimes, he wears it around his neck on a chain under his balaclava when he's away from you for an extended period of time, hoping itâll help him find his way back to youâthat one of these days while tucked away in a window, Simon wonât be on the receiving end of a barrelâand when he's home again, it returns to his finger.Â
He silently takes in how your wedding bands look next to each otherâshining silver staring back at him, scarred hands next to unblemished onesâwhen he places your intertwined fingers on his chest before he falls asleep at night.
The only time he allows his wedding ring to get dirty is when he's knuckles deep between your trembling thighsâyour sticky-wet slick glinting in the low light of the roomâor when Simon pushes those same fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet as he fucks you into the squeaky mattress deep and slow, grunting under his breath about how messy you are when your spit bubbles between your kiss-bitten lips.
You tell him how good he feels under a hitched breath, and his chest tightens because he canât remember the last time someone used an adjective like that to describe him. Good. Itâs weird how such a simple word can make Simonâs head spin and make him feel like heâs anything other than the man he is outside your bed.
A soldier. A killer. With you, heâs a husbandâa best friend.
He ducks his head down to suck a little bruise right above your nipple, the corners of his mouth curling slightly, knowing that heâll be the only one thatâll know it existsâthat itâll still be there long after heâs gone.
âCome on, love,â he breathes harshly, already close, wondering if this will be the time it finally takes. âJust a little more,â a small lie because thereâs never just a little more when it comes to you.
ghost buys a pillow for his little office couch so you have something to whine into when heâs fucking you roughly, and so you donât get drool all over his leather. perhaps even a throw blanket for your naps afterwards, and a very dim desk lamp so he can continue working when he shuts the lights off as to not disrupt your peaceful sleep.
also simon doing that thing where he rubs your back gently to wake you from a nap, leaning in close to whisper to you that itâs five in the bloody afternoon and youâre going to be up all night at this rate aww
after one of your leave, you came back to work with a ring around your finger.
you didn't mention it to anyone, and people simply noticed it when talking to you or handing you things. they congratulated you, talking about the ring. you nervously brushed it off, trying to explain it.
ghost didn't know about it either, and when he overheard someone talking about it, he dropped his mug of tea on the floor, the pieces scattering around the place.
this was such a shock to someone who had planned to propose to you.
well, propose might be a bit too far, considering you two are not even dating. he wanted to say it, but things were a little too hectic and he didn't have the guts to ask you out and moreover you're not sure if you'd like him... even if you two have been friends in the taskforce for years.
then again, in his mind, you two are practically an old married couple.
he was clearly upset by this, ignoring you and trying to push you away. he was undoubtedly hurt. did you elope with someone? why didn't you tell him? invite him to the party? did your "friendship" with him mean nothing at all?
ghost was snappy, in a terrible mood overall. he snaps at johnny, yells at gaz, and even glares at price. he was constantly on edge and it's starting to piss you off. so you confront him.
"what the hell's up with you?"
he didn't feel like humoring you, sitting down all irritated over his meal instead.
"you've been avoiding me all week, snapping at people... did i do something wrong?"
so he went off at you.
"wanna know what's wrong? you. coming back to base with a bloody ring. let me guess, you eloped with someone? is that it?" he hissed, "and here i thought i'd propose, that's out of the fuckin' window now."
you sat there, taking his words in. "... it's a fidget ring?"
you showed your hand to him, using your fingers to spin the little parts of your ring. he didn't realize how you've been fidgeting with it, or how you explained to people over and over that you're not married or engaged.
all of the sudden ghost felt like his blood ran cold, not only because he just acted so stupid jealous over a trinket, he basically admitted that he wanted to marry you.
obsessed with the idea of telling eddie how big he is the first time you have sex with him, and flustering him to his core. because he like, really hasnât considered how big he fucking is.
heâs slowly pushing inside of you, spreading you open for him with one hand holding yours, squeezing reassuringly. you look like an angel resting on the pillow beneath him, pretty lips parted as heavy sighs leave you. your brows furrow, nails digging into the skin of his back as he goes deeper, deeper.
and then itâs a murmured âfuck, eddie. youâre so big,â making his eyes go wide. he can feel his cock twitch where it stalls inside of you, slowing his movements as your eyes meet his.
âreally?â he asks, and you can tell heâs dead serious. his eyes are big as they stare down at you. his cheeks have gone the prettiest shade of pink, and you want to make him blush even more.
âyeah,â you nod earnestly. âstretchinâ me out so good ân youâre not even halfway in.â
he tips his head back, muttering a low âfuuuuuuckâ as he tries his damn hardest not to spill his load right this instant. he continues the slow rocking of his hips, allowing himself to push even deeper. you whine, clawing harder at his shoulder blades.
âbut you can take it all, right?â he purrs into your ear, the confidence heâd hoped for not fully present in his tone but his shyness makes it even more endearing.
âmhm, wanna take it all. please, ed. gimme it all,â you beg, leaning up to kiss at his jawline.
he does exactly that, making you feel better than youâve maybe ever felt. and from then on, he lives for the moments when you tell him how big he is â how good he feels. he can hear those words from your lips a million times, and itâs always a smug âyeah? am I too big?â in response. you both know he has no room to be so cocky when your praise alone gets him within millimeters of his release. he just loves hearing you say it, and youâre happy to tell him.
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genre: smut, breeding in the end, spitting, crying, just rough
your eyes were filled with tears and if he focused hard enough, he could see them contort into hearts. the noises coming from your pretty, pink lips kept him plenty distracted but the gripping sensation around his cock made him grunt and blush furiously.
"si!" you hiccuped and he pressed his hands at the back of your thighs to keep them close to your chest before leaning his weight on them.
"what is it, lovie?" he gasps in-between thrusts and you squeal when one of his hands moves down to rub fast circles around your hardened clit.
"si! not there!" you whined without a care of how loud it was.
he has been fucking you for hours now since he woke you up with his thick cock buried deep into your cunt.Â
"'ts mine," he growls. "i can do whatever i want to it."
tears start to stream down your reddened cheeks and you clench tightly around him once you feel him nudging that one spot that made you see stars.
"god!" you shriek as simon begins to thrust even faster and begins to abuse your cervix. "not there! si-!"Â
your gasps and protests fell deaf to his ears but simon riley wants to make you fall apart. he wants to feel the sense of satisfaction to know that it's because of him that you're cumming and it's because of him you're splayed out on the bed with your pretty pussy out in display for him.
"this cunny is mine, innit, lovie? perfectly tight and warm and so wet all because of me?" his brows were scrunched and sweat dripped down his muscular chest then he bent over to get close to your face, nose brushing against his.
"answer me, dolly," he urges and snaps his hips harshly making you cry out. "this" thrust. "pussy" thrust. "is" thrust. "mine" thrust. "right?" thrust.
"yes, simon!" you shrill out because that last thrust reached so deep you didn't know you could ever feel this full.
satisfied, he leans back but only slightly as his dog tags are swinging above your face and your eyes follow the movements. somehow, the harsh swinging of the metal heightened the pleasure his cock was giving you since it went along with his movements.
"open your mouth," he rasps and you quickly obey.
simon's lips quirked up to a smirk before he spat onto that pretty tongue.Â
"don't swallow," he rushes. "not until i tell you."
you nod fast and your eyes close, almost rolling back, at his fast pace. simon has made you cum so many times already yet not once has he finished. he liked to edge himself because it made cumming feel even better. knowing he was close made the feeling of an orgasm rush up your body and into the depths of your belly. you weren't allowed to swallow his spit so you kept your mouth closed but simon could see the way your eyes flew open and the panicked look you gave him indicated how close you were.
"wanna cum together, pretty?" he offers and god, it made you nearly finish then and there. finishing together was so rare that when it happens, it was best to be savored in moderation.Â
"swallow," he utters and you hurry to swallow his saliva before opening your mouth to prove it. simon always loved it when you did that and he chuckled. "oh, yes, my darling. where would you like me to cum, hm?"
"i-inside," you gasp. "do it inside."
what little self-restraint simon riley possessed flew out the window and he leaned back on his feet, grabbing your thighs to hike you up on them to have you closer to his cock. it pushed him in deeper.
"si!" you plead. "si! wanna cum! please, lemme cum!" your words slurred on your tongue before you sobbed and then he knew, he broke you.
"gonna cum 'round this cock, pretty? wanna cum while i fill you up and make you full of me and our babies? would you like me to breed you like my little cumslut?"
your jaw dropped and the loudest and most pornographic moan escaped your lips from his filthy words. simon knew that you liked it when he mentioned breeding you full and my gods, did he feel it with the way you gripped him.
"i'm gonna cum," he says and grabs your chin to turn you up to him. "look at me."
your eyes struggled to open and see through the tears but you focus on his face. simon riley's face contorting into pleasure is something you're honored to witness and he finally cums, brows scrunching and head leaning back at the intensity of it.
"fucking hell, lovely. keep it in. yes, shh, 'm not letting a drop waste."
man supernatural might be bad but also ill be damned if thats not the most american show ever. like theres movies and tv that've tried to be this american but 99% have failed. you watch a particularly good episode of supernatural and suddenly you feel the hours of highway winds against your skin and theres more asphalt road than livable terrain for miles and you eat the best meal of your life at a pit stop and you havent gone to church since you were a kid but you still think about praying sometimes and you split a 6 pack with someone you love and a few too many people around you have guns and the land around you is so big when youre right in the center of it you feel like it could swallow you up and you know for a fact theres an unimaginable amount of mythology just beneath the surface. and then you watch the next episode where sam kills paris hilton or something
As soon as you marry him, the phrase ''the wife'' will always be in Simon's mouth.
âNo can do lads, the wife and I got plans tonightâ, âI got a date with the wife tonightâ, âSorry mate, I'm going for dinner with the missusâ, âLet me check what the wife has to sayâ.
The rest of the 141 doesn't care about Simon spending much less time with them, they're happy to see Simon being loving someone so much and being loved backâ though that doesn't mean they don't tease him about being so whipped for you.
Ok but could you imagine if Adam ended up in Johnâs Deanâs care?
Sam would be about 12/13 and still looking like heâs 9 because he hit puberty late and Dean looking like heâs in his early 20s from all this trauma he gained as a child
Dean who just lost another 18 years of his life to play parent(s) to another one of Johnâs kids
Dean would be out one day with the two, Adam babbling on his hip as he holds Samâs hand to cross the street and some lady coos and says he has cute kids
Dean stalling in the middle of the road before Sam whines about ice cream
He a father to a 5 year old toddler and a young teenager
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Cw: f!reader, p in v, praise and degradation, bondage, Eddie raises his voice.
Your eyes are rolling to the back of your skull as Eddie cock slides in and out of your slick cunt ever so slowly.
"That's my girl, fuck baby you're being sucha good girl. Taking this cock so well"
You're bent over with your face squished into the mattress with your hands tied behind your back.
You can feel Eddieâs thick fingers digging into your love handles as he is squeezed you harder and harder as his cock slowly penetrates you. Each glide of his cock is deliciously grazing over your G spot. But he is going so slow it's almost torcher.
Eddie hears the muffled moan that broke through the sheets and he knew he had you right where he wanted.
"What's wrong little one? Cant handle it?" He still was going at the same agonizingly slow tempo.
"F-faster" you beg
"You'll take what I give you" you could just picture the cocky grin on his face.
"Please!" You cry
"I don't think so babygirl I just love watching my cock disappear into this tight little cunt." He watch how his cock stretched you so much that your little asshole would move with each stroke.
He spread your ass checks so he could see everything.
"Baby i-i need more" you were being such a brat but he was being so mean. So you arched your ass into him trying to bounce yourself off of his cock.
A sharp sting came down in your ass cheek and as the sound of Eddie hitting your ass echoed throughout the room.
"I SAID YOU'LL TAKE WHAT I GIVE YOU" his voice boomed through the walls of your bedroom.
Safe to say you had to be edged for hours before Eddie let you cum that night.
simon can't get over the feel of how tight your cunt gets everytime he comes back from a mission. it's not been stretched in a while, your little fingers or toys are nothing in comparison to his fucking thick length.
"shit" he curses with every thrust, "how do you get so fucking tight every time? jesus christ. just squeezing me, aren't you?"
your mouth would be dropped open, pleasure and pain mixing together, your tight pussy opening up to take him in.
again and again, rough, full thrusts that make you run your nails down his back. he doesn't even react to the pain of that, too focused on opening you up for him.
"shit. gonna have to fuck this pretty cunt every day"
he smirks as he sees you gasp and writhe beneath him, too fucked out to reply.
Oneshot ââşPairing: Simon âGhostâ Riley x Fem!Readerââş
ââşââ Summary: While trying to avoid shadows, you and Ghost get stuck in between a tight alleyway. And sure Ghostâs gun is hard but not as hard as his dick pressed upon your ass. All your Lieutenant needs is a quickie!
ââşââ Warning: Pet Names, Dirty Talk, Unprotected p in v, Creampie, Multiple orgasms, Semi Public Sex, Groping, Rough Sex, Praising, Breeding Kink, Gagging, Cummm. NSFW! SMUTTT! After Care? :3
ââşââ A/N: This shouldnât have taken me so long. Just enjoy plz and thx 4 reading cuties <3 Plz support by reposting ;3
Nsfw below the cut
ImagineâŚ
Ghost and you sneak through houses and alleys, taking down any shadows in your way. Rain splashing with every footstep taken.
âCome here-" Ghost grips your forearm and pushes you against him as he leads you through the allyways.
You follow trying to pick up your feet to his speed.
Feeling your back on his armed chest as he tries to keep you close to him. He slows down and lowers his head close to your ear, you can feel yourself almost trip when his hot breath is on your bare neck.
âTrying to find somewhere secure. There's too many of them. Better to wait it out.â he whispers close so only you can hear him. As youâre still trying to comprehend the situation, he brings you both to a stop and slides into a narrow alley.
He waves you over and you both try to get deeper where the street lights wonât expose you.
Running on adrenaline you both didnât realize the alleys becoming tighter. Only when it was too late and you shuffle against him.
âNo stop-â he breaths out, youâre pinned against him and can feel him all around you.
âFuck mâsorry sir.â youâre more than embarrassed, your hands are in front of you on the bricked wall.
âJust stay still.â
âCanât stay still. Your so-hard against me-â
âWhat?â You can sense his eyebrows curling and even his lips forming a smirk but it quickly vanishes as your embarrassment got the best of you. You began to arch away from him and shuffle off of him.
âY/n stopâ He almost growls out. You ignore and try again, this time heâs had enough and his gloved hands grip the sides of your waist. Though the timing couldâve never been worse.
As he pushes you down you accidentally grind onto him, assuming the hardness on your ass to be a gun. Letting out a cut whine of discomfort.
Out of your sight, Ghosts head shoots back to the wall behind him, biting his lip to the point where blood could be drawn. Keeping quite.
âYou mind moving your fucking gun lieutenant.â You stutter out.
âThatâs not my fuckân gun sergeant.â
His voice is somehow deeper and his accent thicker than youâve ever heard, heâs desperate.
Heâs hands are still on your waist as your eyes widen due to feeling the large imprint of his crouch on your ass. If your cunt wasnât already wet from him being all over you, itâs soaked now. He lets his head fall to the crook of your neck. Your bodies fuming together. In defeat you let your head fall to his chest you can now see his balaclava and skull mask, his eyes are shut.
âTold you to keep still.â
Silence falls, you look up to the starry night. The storm now soaking you both more, feeling rain droplets fall on your face. Ghost focuses on your breathing and his hands that still grip on your waist loosen. Not wanting his gloved hands to leave your body you grab them, moving them lower to create a space in between the warmth your thighs. Your eyes flutter as he leads himself, his large hands squeeze and kneed your inner thighs. You turn your head close to his ear. Softly praising him to continue, he boldly moves his hand towards your clothed cunt and gropes you, you whimper and arch into his hand. He also turns his head to face you, admiring your slightly illuminated scrunched features as the pleasure gets to you. Ghost shuts his eyes when he grinds his dick against your ass again, much rougher, his lips parting open from the friction. You moan into his covered parted lips.
âThaâs it. Jus like that pretty girl.â
He kisses you, itâs sloppy and full of hunger. You begin to kiss him back and his balaclava becomes wetter with the rain and the way both of your saliva starts mixing. He groans softly when you catch his bottom lip in between your teeth through his mask. Detaching after a slow tug.
âHow about we speed this up-huh pet?" His other hand taking a hold of your throat and giving it a squeeze. You nod and with your own hands you unbuckle your cargo pants. Ghost takes his hands off your body and helps by pulling your pants down, below your ass. A short hiss leaving you as you feel the coldness of the night.
"Been wearing these along. Who could've known you were such a slut on the battle field." He says while soothing your cunt through your laced panties, his thumb applying pressure to your clit.
"Wear'em for you"
"Really?" He lets out a low cold chuckle, sliding your panties down to your pants. Moaning when he gives your ass a squeeze.
"hands on the wall sergeant"
You obey and hear him unbuckling his own pants, listening to him groaning when pumps his shaft a few times before tapping his wet tip on your cheeks. Ghost lifts you and slides his dick back and forth through your wet folds, feeling the girth and length as he humps you from behind.
âYou okay with this doll? You donât have to do this.â
âYes. I want it, please Ghost-â
âFuckân hell. Youâre going to be the end of me.â
Ghost slides the tip of his dick to your entrance and slowly lets himself in and out. Your mouth agape and his hot breath bleeding through his mask into the cold air of the night. Thinking of the sight someone could catch you both in. Bent over and holding yourself against a bricked wall, the storm coving the lewd sounds carried with heavy breathing while your lieutenant fucks you from behind.
You both holding in the satisfaction of him inside you but failing as he slides his tip back out of you and slams his lengthy dick fully into your pussy. His heavy balls making contact with your ass and a splash occurring with the rain. Your loud moan cut out from Ghost coving your mouth with his gloved hands.
âLetâs keep those pretty moans for my ears only. Donât want the whole city knowing Iâm fucking you like this.â
Ghost continues fucking you, his dick deep inside your pussy, his balls splashing and hitting your ass with every thrust. You can feeling yourself at the edge of your climax.
âNeed to cum Ghost- canât go any longerâŚâ
âCome on then pretty girl. Cum all over my cock, need to feel that fuckân cunt tighten.â
He fucks you harder, until you moan âGhostâ out, loud enough for him to take one of his gloves off and shove into your mouth. You cum hard onto his cock, tensing when tasting the metallic in your mouth as you whine into the his glove. Ghost shutters behind you, his cock twitching inside you as your walls tighten and your juices cover him.
âGonna let me come inside you doll?â
You gag on the glove and he takes it out.
âPlease Lieutenant, I need you.â
Ghost groans in the crook of your neck.
âWant me to breed your pretty pussy badly, huh-doll?â
âYes-!â
Youâre cut off with a hard slap on your ass and Ghostâs thrusting becomes unrhythmic. You listen to his hushed moans and heavy breaths as he stuffs his balls on your ass and coats your walls with his seed. You whimper from the feeling of his cock pulsing.
âGood girl, take it all in for your lieutenant.â Ghost continues riding out his high and doesnât stop thrusting into you. He pulls your head back to see your face, only to find you practically drooling.
âYouâve gone cock dumb sergeant.â He chuckles and slows down, his cock softens inside you. Wiping away the drool with his one glove. He takes a hold of your chin as you both lock eye contact. From just the sight of him, your eyes shut and you cum on his soft dick. Ghost praises you through your second orgasm. You both feel the mix of cum dripping from your pussy down his shaft, undoubtedly staining Ghostâs pants. He groans while he pulls out carefully and you whimper from discomfort.
âYou alright love?â He holds you, taking your now rough and wet hands off the wall, he begins to slowly massage them with his own calist hands. Until their back to their soft form inwhich he loves.
âYes sirâ You give him a warm smile that makes his pulse quicken. You rest your head back on his chest and begin lifting your pants up.
âLet me take care of you love-â You blush harder as he calls you that again. â-promise Iâll get you properly cleaned.â He slides your now drenched panties back up and pants. Buckling your belt for you, adjusting to the right fit. With the space you have you lean forward for him to slide his briefs back around his waist and pants. Giggling quietly when you hear him trying to rub off the cum that got on his pants with the rain. He wished you could see the smile that spreads on his face as he listens to your sweet giggles.
âWe should get going y/n.â You hum, remembering where you really are. He helps you shuffle off him, trying to avoid anymore physical contact. You both begin to retrace your steps, now knowing the shadows are far gone. The street lights becoming more visible.
Before you get your gun out and focus back on the task at hand, youâre halted by Ghost turning you over to face him. He traps you against the cold wall with his large arms. You look up to him. Rain droplets failing from his skull mask and helmet. His eyes not leaving yours.
âLieutenant?â
He detaches his skull mask and slowly lifts his balaclava up to his nose. Revealing the bottom half of his face. You observe his stubbled beard and slightly chapped lips, scars scattered around his face, one larger one extending across his lips. He looks down to your lips and his hands find the sides of your head. Ghost smashes his lips with yours. You both finding pleasure with his controlling mouth. Though he backs up and slides his balaclava back down, along with attaching his skull mask on.
âLetâs finish this mission and continue this later eh-sergeant?â
not when he was captured by roba, not when he dug himself out of the grave â just never.
years of trauma had made him into this damaged... thing. simon thought of himself as a broken, deranged man â incapable of crying. emotionless, too emotionless. an irredeemable man who was bound to be chained by his past forever. no wonder people freaked out when near him.
so when you walked down the aisle in that pretty wedding outfit of yours, a bashful smile adorning your lips, all simon could think about was how you were able to love him despite the flaws that flooded his being, despite everything that was wrong with him.
you had taken the hand of this broken soldier and gave him the warmth that could only be found in heaven.
and simon cried for the first time in many years, heart racing wildly in his chest at the realisation that he was marrying you â his other half, the one who completed him.
tears were slowly falling from those usually dead eyes of his, and he could practically see your eyes softening up even more, your own tears beginning to run down your cheeks.
simon never cried, but you bought out the vulnerable child in him who had bottled up his emotions for too long, finally letting him cry and giving him the comfort he craved so badly.
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he would have your hands tied behind your back, and he would be sitting back against the headboard, watching you struggle as you moved up and down on his cock, struggling because there was sweat on your forehead, but also super horny because he just feels so fucking good
you would fall forward every now and then, your chest on his face as you rested your head against the headboard. he would immediately attach his mouth to your nipples, licking and biting them, making more and more wetness slip down onto his cock, wetting his balls and pubes. he would love it, because that would lower your speed, and he would spank you hard, mumbling, "don't stop, baby. you wanna cum so bad, don't you?"
you would nod pathetically, mouth hung open as you struggle to breathe, his cock stretching you open so good, your pussy rubbing against his pelvis with each thrust.
"you gotta work for it, then" he would spank you again, harder, making you mewl and whimper. you would pick up the pace again, wanting to cum so bad. he would reach his hand between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing circles on it. it would be so hot: wet, squelching sounds filling the room as you cum around his cock.
falling on him, he would hold you close, rubbing your back and kissing your forehead as you rode out your orgasm. but, his pace won't decrease. he would wrap his arms around you, holding you close as he overstimulated you, his cock fucking up into your drenched hole.
"know you're done, baby. but i'm not. so take it like a big girl, yeah?"