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Sugar daddy!Russell Adler x f!(AFAB)reader

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Having a sugar daddy was nice, it took so much stress off your life, letting you just sit back and relax while your daddy took care of everything for you <3 He would practically have a stroke and die if you spent your own money, claiming that it's just plain wrong when a gentleman like him is around! But sometimes you wanted to take care of him too, Russell couldn't be doing all the hard work!

He had taken you out for a sweet treat at a cozy little cafe located a few blocks from your apartment. The two of you always got strange looks when you went out together, firstly because of the heavy scarring of Russell's left cheek and jaw, and secondly, because he was old enough to be your father :(

Maybe it was a tad bit inappropriate to be going out with a man in his late 40s, but he was hard to resist. Big, broad shoulders, standing straight and imposing, exuding confidence and masculinity from his form, a cigarette (Sobraine, Black Russian ofc) hanging from his lips. And he was so sweet on you, too, helping to pay for your tuition, only asking to wrap your soft lips around his cock in return <3

When Russell excused himself to take a phone call, you quickly headed to the front to pay off the bill without him knowing, hoping to even out the outrageous score of who pays between you two.

When Russell returns from the outside, the faint smell of a cigarette clinging to him, he's already got his wallet out, ready to pay for his darling girl's meal, only to find out that you've already covered it...

Russell scowls, the idea feeling sour and out of place in his mind. Maybe the cashier made a mistake, maybe his mind was playing tricks on him, all that brainwashing finally taking a toll on him. His jaw clenches, ugly scars stretching over the skin there as he clears his throat, putting his wallet back into his coat, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he was squeezing it.

And there you are, his pretty girl, feigning innocence as if you didn't just brutally bruise his ego and sense of manliness, smiling so sweetly at him, holding on to his hand, which engulfed your smaller one, fluttering your long lashes like the young, sweet doe you were. It almost makes him sad that he has to punish you for challenging his authority, almost...

You knew you'd done something terrible when the ride back was silent, his heavy, warm hand resting on your thigh like a hot brand. And poor, sweet, naive, you would become much more acquainted with that hand when Russell laid you over his lap, your face pressed against the bedsheets, while he's pushing your pretty skirt up to reveal the soft skin of your thighs while his deep, rumbly voice crooned to you to stay still for him.

His rough hands run all over your soft body, coaxing out quiet whines from you when he pinches and tugs on your nipples until they ache :( The moment is ruined when a heavy hand spanks the soft flesh of your ass, eliciting a sudden yelp from you. A few more had you squirming on his lap, feeling the outline of his thick, hard cock poking into your hip through his pants.

"Just wanted to pay for once, daddy. m'sorry, okay?"

Your sniffling down, your poor tender ass flushed hot, the skin soothed by Russell's gentle carresses in between spanks. He was only a few in and his silly girl was already breaking on him, he'd spoiled you too much.

"Just a few more, sweetheart, be a good girl and take it for me. You don't want to disappoint me."

And you really didn't want to disappoint your daddy. You took your punishment well, even when Russell's finger would occasionally dip between your thighs to rub at the damp, sticky spot on your panties, pinching your swollen clit between his fingers until your cheeks were wet from frustration and the mix of pleasure and pain.

By the time he's done, Russell's scooping you up into his strong arms, squeezing you tightly against his warm, burly body, quietly cooing praises to you, that you took your punishment so well, such a good girl. His hands grope the plush fat of your hips, getting greedy with his touches.

Finally, the heating was fixed, which was a miracle considering your landlord seemed to want to keep you cold the whole winter, opting to warm you up himself. But Simon was shooed away on some other business with another rental property, leaving you finally free of his greedy hands and nasty advances.

He even lowered the rent that month for the inconvenience. Hooray!

Your peace and quiet doesn’t last long though when you look out through your front windows to see someone’s carrying boxes, moving into the apartment just below yours. And low and behold, it's your landlord Simon, who says he wants to make sure everything is running well in his properties (totally not that he misses his sweet little thing and wants to linger around). You should’ve known from that very moment that moving forward, you’d be seeing a lot more of your creepy landlord.

You screamed when you stepped into the shower one morning, the water ice-cold and spurting from the showerhead. You cursed and wrapped a towel around yourself, angrily leaving your apartment and heading downstairs to bang on your landlord’s door. Simon was pleasantly surprised to see you standing there, hair dripping wet and shivering in your flimsy towel, needing to shove his hands into his pockets to discreetly adjust his thick cock chubbing up at the sight.

Simon just turned off his ears and let his head go empty as you complained on and on while he stared at you, trying to will away his obvious boner before stepping aside and letting you in, graciously offering up his own shower like the ‘gentleman’ he is. He sits down on his couch, manspreading his thick, powerful thighs wide as he waits for you to finish up, his dick aching painfully and begging to be released from the confines of his jeans. The thick shaft pressing up against the cool metal of his zipper, the mushroom-shaped tip swollen and leaky as he thinks about how many times he’s jerked off in that shower, how much of his thick cum he’s wasted down the drain when it should have been deep inside you >:(

God, he nearly came in his pants when you stepped out of the shower smelling like his musky soap. You smell just like him now, like he’s marked you as his girl (which you are <3). You barely get a foot out of the bathroom door before he’s up off the couch and cornering you in the hallway, herding you away from the front door and back into the living room so he can grope you and grab at your towel, acting so icky when he ruts his hips against you soft ass, greedy for friction against his throbbing cock :(

You try to shoo him away and ignore his hot and heavy clothed cock growing more insistant, but he promises only five minutes, lovie before he’s nudging you over to lie on your soft tummy on the couch. His huge, burly body drapes over your own, tugging your towel up around your waist so he can guide the drooling tip against your warm, wet hole. His broad shoulders flex as he holds your hips in place, rutting his cock deep into you, allowing you to squirm deliciously beneath him as he rubs up against all those spongy spots inside you.

Every thrust is punctuated by the wet slap of his heavy balls against your clit, making a slick sound of skin against skin, sending jolts of pleasure shooting up your spine and a growing warmth in your tummy. His kisses are sloppy and nasty, lips finding your neck and jaw, desperate for any inch of skin he can press against, giving you sharp nips and vivid dark hickeys just in case anyone else gets any ideas about trying to talk to his perfect girl. He’s a mess, whimpering and grunting as he tucks his face into the crook of your neck, chasing his own pleasure like the greedy bastard he is until he smushes the tip of his cock against your cervix, groaning as hot cum spurts against the gummy entrance to your womb, stuffing you full and some of it leaking out around his cock, right on to the soaked cushion of his couch.

He's too old for you, sweetheart. It'd be wrong for a nasty old man like him to grope a sweet thing like you, no matter how much he adjusts his dick in his pants, his balls aching to be emptied inside you, it's just not happening :((

But a soft whine and a few pleas from you have him changing his mind, and a peek at your soft breasts in your pretty, blue blouse and your perfect, full hips that he wanted to squeeze so badly was the sugar on top. Phillip shooed you off with a wave of his hand, promising you that if you could survive them chewing on you, you could come back and see him.

Creepy landlord Simon Riley, who, in the dead of winter right before a snowstorm rolls in, decides to turn your heating system way down, leaving your cozy apartment suddenly frigid and oh so very uncomfortable to sleep in, having to layer on the blankets in bed just to keep warm :(

You were miserable and cold, your muscles and joints achy and sore from the bitter weather. You send a text over to Simon, complaining that the heats no longer working, basically giving nasty Simon the green light to come over and take care of his pretty girl, craving your soft body against him. You don’t have to wait long before he’s shouldering your front door open, broad shoulders brushing against the door frame, inviting himself inside your home. Simon gives some lame excuse for the heating not working, something… something… blocked ducts and the pilot lights off. He’ll fix it tomorrow. Promise lovie.

But now that he’s here… you can’t expect him to leave. The snowstorm’s already here, the clean roads now coating in a thick blanket of powder too dangerous to drive in, the wind howling like a pack of wolves. It’s dark out too, you’ll let him stay overnight, right? He’s cold too, you know.

Now that the ‘ice’ was broken in your relationship, Simon was making himself really comfortable in your place, making you each a cup of hot tea before bed, delivering it right to you. He’s pulling all the strings tonight, a pair of grey sweatpants slung low on his hips because he knows he’s got a stupidly big dick. You can see it bobbing with every step he takes, sittin’ down on the bed beside you, manspreading his thick thighs wide so you can catch a glimpse of thick print against the fabric, seeing it grow harder for you and twitch from you blushing :) 

And when Simon finally slips under the covers with you, he’s like a human furnace. Cocooning you in a bundle of blankets, rough hands clumsily pawing at the fat of your hips, tugging you closer to him, the bed feeling like the warmest and softest thing ever with Simon there. His hard, broad chest pressed against your back while his strong, thick arms wrapped around your tummy possessively. It was so hard to ignore the hot and heavy cock pressing against you, Simon grunting a little, trying to be subtle as he ruts his hips against you insistently.

This guy at the front desk had some serious problems.

You’d gone to ask for some more soap, but all you found was the manager sitting behind his desk, staring at you like you’d executed his entire family. He seemed overly twitchy and nervous, sweat beading at his temple, you aren't even sure if he heard the question you asked.

Meanwhile, poor Konig was trying not to blow his thick load that he'd been so carefully edging all day. You couldn't see because of the desk, but his large, calloused hand was wrapped around his grithy cock, trying his best to hold it still while it throbbed and twitched in his hand, a pair of your panties that he stole wrapped around the velvety, slick shaft.

Maybe he got some bad news and was trying not to cry...?

"Did you hear me, Sir? Can I have some more soap, please?"

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"Oh... umm... okay, I'll take that as a no."

He didn't respond to that either, but the soap was sitting there right behind him on the shelf. He seemed too timid to do anything. You were hesitant, treating him like a wild animal as you slowly rounded the counter, only to pause in your tracks, seeing him sitting there playing with his dick, and you just couldn't take your eyes off it, it was just so big, long and thick and drooling so much precum over his brusied knuckles... and was that a pair of your panties?

There was an awkward pause before you stepped back, scurrying away, and retreating back into your motel room, leaving Konig there holding his penis in his hands, heart beating a mile a minute, before he came untouched, the humiliation of being caught sending him into an early orgasm, spurting thick sperm across his tummy and hand with a pathetic whine.

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Konig was like a kicked puppy, spending his days sulking around your motel room, or standing in the employees' only closet and peering through the two-way mirror, a window to your world. Sometimes he'd get a little too loud when he'd rub one out, bracing his forearm against the wall while his abs contract, fucking into his fist like it was your warm, wet pussy instead. You thought you were going crazy hearing these noises, like someone was in the walls or something.

That was until you bumped into him after he blew his load in the supply closet, needing to find a mop to clean it all up, leaving the door wide open for you to see what he's been doing this entire time. Well... that just means you can torture him a little bit more.

You're spending more time in your motel room, more time in the bathroom in general, prancing around in just a loose shirt and some panties. And poor Konig has been rubbing his dick raw from the sight, the broad crown glistening and an angry shade of red, drooling uncontrollably as he watches you shower. He swears the Gods have blessed him today when you begin to pinch and play with your nipples, your soft, supple thighs rubbing together.

That's when you hear it, a pathetic, pitchy whine coming from behind the mirror. You're out of the shower in record time, leaning against the sink to call out to him.

"I know you're there, and I know about your filthy secret on the other side of this wall, too!"

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"Why don't you come face me like a man, or are you just going to continue fucking your fist like some sad virgin?"

That one got him going. You could hear things falling on the other side, things being knocked down and trampled over, before the door to your room bursts open and a pair of big, broad shoulders fill the doorway.

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You thought he might be a whiner, maybe a little bit shy, but not like this. You had him lying back on the bed, sitting on top of his hips, mercilessly teasing his fat cock. Konig's eyes were glazed over, a puddle of precum forming on his hairy tummy, his heavy, full balls pumping out a constant flow of it whenever you touched his hung cock.

This man really must be a virgin with the way he's acting. Constantly arching his back, trying to rut and fuck himself into your hand like it's his fleshlight, practically crying from frustration when his cock keeps missing your fist.

"please..."

It comes out, finally speaking his first words to you. Suddenly, the scaredy cat can talk, but only when he wants his dick wet. Konig just gets so nervous when a pretty girl like you talks to him, it makes his heart beat faster and his palms start sweating, he thinks he might pass out :(

But you can't leave him hanging, that'd be a little too mean. So, with a small sigh, you guide the swollen tip towards your cunt, nudging it against your clit before sinking down. Fuck, the stretch nearly knocks the breath from your lungs, taking every large, girthy inch of him into your tight walls. Poor Konig is no better; his cock throbbing and jerking before coming prematurely inside of you, his thrusts sloppy and uncoordinated to extend his high, rutting into your gummy walls until he's whining from overstimulation, stuffing you full of his hot cum.

Travelling across the country was tiring, and you were beginning to fall asleep at the wheel, so, like the sensible person you were, you looked for the nearest motel and pulled into the parking lot.

You thought the guy working the front desk was a little creepy. He seemed to be panting just looking at you, his pupils dilating, taking in your soft, supple body, a little drool slipping from his lips as he gawked at you. Konig thought you were the prettiest little thing he’d ever seen and thanked God for this gift he had dropped him in the middle of nowhere.

Konig gave you the room closest to the supply closet, supposed to be quiet, he said… but there’s no one else here? Whatever. It was an okay room, clearly smokers liked it because the walls and ceiling were turned a light shade of orange, and the patterned bedspread told you this motel hadn’t been updated since the 90s.

The shower didn’t even have a curtain on it, just an open concept, but at least there was hot water. And the mirror was right across from you, so you could use it as a reference to scrub off the dirt on your skin from the afternoon hike. Konig liked the view too. Watching you through the two-way mirror, stroking his fat cock in sync with your hand gliding over your skin with a bar of soap. 

Konig huffs and leans against the wall in the darkness of the supply closet, whining pathetically as his hands furiously try to expel the heaviness in his engorged ballsack. It’s dark in the small closet, the only sounds in the air are the wet noises of Konig fisting his cock, his hand sticky and slick as he slides the precum drooling from the tip over the veiny shaft, giving the uncircumcised tip a harsh squeeze.

Lord, just give him a chance! Let him grab the fat of your hips and push his ugly, scarred mug between your soft tits, let him exist in a parallel universe where you call him into your room and let him lick your sweet cunt like the mutt he is, where he stretches you out of his cock that’s far too big for you. Lord, please! 

He didn’t even care anymore about being loud, even when you turned the shower off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around yourself, which pushed up your tits even more; he could feel the familiar tightness growing in his balls, the lightheadedness and pulsating of his cock. His brain was a gooey mess, not able to form a coherent thought as his orgasm came hurtling at him.

When you accidentally dropped the towel and bent over to pick it up, that’s all it took to do him in. A view of your wet little hole has Konig moaning loudly, shooting hot, thick ropes of semen against the wall of the supply closet, the only thing that separates you, a mercy to you to not have his fertile load coating your skin.

He can feel his balls getting lighter as the gooey fluid is pumping out of him, emptying himself thoroughly, giving himself a few more strokes to extend the delicious heat of his desire, trying to imagine what it’d feel like to have your hole squeezing around him so good, to be filling you up with his cream.

Maybe the post-nut clarity will hit him later when he returns to grab something from the closet and sees the puddle on the floor, his cum dripping down from the wall, having to mop up his own shameful release. But for now, he’s content. He gets to watch you, his gorgeous girl, do the most mundane tasks in the world.

You're the only one brave enough to step outside of fucking humans and into fucking monsters, earning you quite the fat paycheck in return and a spot at the top with all the best performers in the industry. Though sometimes, the monster just wanted you all for themselves, they didn't like the whole world to see you getting fucked and filled, that was just for them :(

Siren!Kyle, who gets irritated with the harsh lighting from the film crew that dries out his scaly skin, so he lures you in with his angelic voice that captures your mind, guiding you closer to the warm water's edge before snapping you up into his arms and dragging you to his little alcove so he can stuff you full of his slimy eggs. Those two, slick cocks protruding from his scaly navel, promising an intense stretch

Your agent dumping you in the middle of a forest before driving off, leaving you alone with just a little handheld camera. Enter Werewolf!Johnny, who catches you in his territory and chases you through the dark woods, his cock already growing hard and slipping out of his sheath, on the verge of his rut while the full moon shines overhead, ready to knot you and fill you with his pups. His teeth snapping and gnashing together as he gains on you.

Dragon!Price growing intrigued when you stumble upon his lair, mountains of glittering gems and piles of gold rest in the center of the cavern. A golden crown with a pink diamond encrusted into it is placed on your head, the same colour as the tip of his fat cock that's currently bullying its way inside of you. But it's kinda hard to film a porno when he keeps breathing fire at the cave entrance, keeping the camera crew out so he can continue dressing you up in his jewels and fucking his hot, fat cock into you for as long as he wants.

Content warning: smut, p in v sex, slight dubcon, breaking and entering, stealing(Simon), predatory behaviour, taking advantage of you, unprotected sex, Simon's a creep (duh), technically breeding kink Summary: You move into a new apartment with some questionable rules, but the Landlord has taken a special liking to you

Okay, so the rules for the apartment were kinda weird, but it was a great price for rent!

Female only. No males, friends, or family permitted inside. Rent is due on the first of each month. All maintenance is handled by the landlord.

So maybe it was super weird, kinda predatory, but $650 a month for a full, private apartment? You could turn a blind eye to all the other weird things happening behind the scenes. You didn’t even care if they were money laundering; you had a nice place to sleep!

You had met the landlord on your move-in date. He was ruggedly handsome, with short blond hair and a light dusting of stubble on his jaw. It looked like his nose had been broken a few times, and he didn’t say much to you, telling you his name was Simon before handing the keys over and allowing you to explore your new home. He’d given you his number for any issues you might have, explaining that he learned a few things from his time in the military.

And then he left you to your own accord. It took you a few days to fully unpack and set up your belongings, but the end result made it all worth it. The apartment was warm and cozy, filled with plush pillows and soft blankets for you. You had your small collection of houseplants by the window where the sunlight streamed in, a few of your favourite books sitting on the coffee table, and a nice view of the surrounding town. You couldn’t have asked for a better place to live.

A few weeks in though, you started to notice that a few pairs of your panties had gone missing, seemingly evaporating into thin air. You checked your room and the washer and dryer, but they were nowhere to be seen, until a few days later, three pairs sat on top of your clothes in the laundry basket.

Little did you know, Simon had come in just to check on how you were after the move in and saw a few pairs in your laundry basket. He grabbed them without a second thought and stuffed them into his pocket, a little treat for himself for giving you such a good deal for the apartment.

And he milked that treat for all it was worth, kind of like the way he was currently milking his cock. One pair of your panties was pressed against his face, the gusset of it right against his nostrils, breathing in your scent. Simon had the other pair wrapped up in his fist, stroking his fat cock, his calloused hand working up and down the veiny shaft while a steady stream of precum leaked out of the slit. Simon groaned and panted, feeling himself getting closer, the telltale signs of his orgasm approaching with the way his abdomens contracted and his hips jerked up to thrust into his tight fist. It only took a few more strokes before his heavy balls tightened up against his body and thick, hot ropes of cum spurted from his cock, painting his fist and your panties in the potent liquid.

When you plucked them out of your laundry basket, you could feel that there was some strange fluid crusted on the fabric, so you tossed them back in with disgust and washed your hands.

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Things were going great, until they weren’t. 

You had pulled a load of laundry from the dryer, only to find that the clothes were still wet. And when they didn’t dry after another cycle, you had to call Simon.

“Sorry love, looks like the ducts need to be cleaned out, that’ll cost a few hundred.” Simon explained after taking a look at the dryer. Your heart dropped hearing his word, a couple hundred? You didn’t have the money to spare.

“But… I could do it for you, you’d just owe me something.” he said gruffly as he cleans up his tool kit. You were a bit skeptical by what he meant, how could you possibly repay him for his work?

That led to your current situation, bent over the arm of the couch while Simon plowed into you from behind. His strong hips slapped against your ass with every thrust, a hand holding your hip in a bruising grip to keep pulling your sweet little cunt back on his fat cock. His body was blanketing your own, broad shoulders blocking out the light of the room, while the overgrown stubble on his jaw tickles your soft skin.

The veins on his cock dragged deliciously against your walls, the mushroom-shaped tip nudging up against the spongy bundles of nerves deep inside of you. All you can do is press your face into the pillows and cry out in pleasure as he moulds your pussy to fit his cock.

“That’s it lovie, scream for me.” He coos softly into your ear while his hand releases your hair and travels in between your sweat-slicked bodies to press the rough pad of his thumb against you and rub tight circles on your swollen clit. “You’re not going anywhere until I’ve had my fill of this gorgeous body.” He murmured softly against your skin, his accent thick with emotion, his lips peppered tender kisses along your shoulder blades.

He can feel your walls rippling and squeezing around his cock, your clit throbbing under the pad of his thumb. “Take it, pretty girl. It’s okay… you can come. I can feel your greedy pussy squeezing me.” Simon murmurs, coaxing you closer and closer to your orgasm before the hot coil in your tummy finally snaps.

You're shaking, gasping, your fingers dig into the cushions of your couch, trying to ground yourself as the first waves of pleasure wrack your body. The addictive high rushes through you, leaving you standing on shaky legs that threaten to buckle at any moment. But Simon wasn’t finished yet. His control began to slip, bucking his cock deeper into the warmth of your tight hole with a sloppy pace. Simon’s hips stuttered for a moment, his tip pressed against your cervix before he spurted hot, thick ropes of cum directly into your womb. 

You two lay against each other, sweat-slicked and panting from your highs, not a word needing to be said.

“You look tense, Love. Lie down and I’ll give you a massage.”

God bless your fiancé, Simon, always so tender and loving with you. It was like he could read your mind sometimes, knowing exactly what you needed after a long day at work.

He lays you down on your shared bed, taking the time to slowly peel off your pajama shirt so your back is exposed to him. He takes the time to set the mood, lighting a candle and turning on the low light of the lamp on the night table. His calloused, warm hands know your body better than his own, finding the tense muscles of your shoulders and squeezing the knots there before digging his thumb into it.

You groan with pleasure, feeling it come loose while Simon leans down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to your shoulders and nape. His fingers stroke down the sides of your soft body, tickling the sensitive skin there, his lips trailing a hot path down your spine, lavishing attention on each individual vertebra.

Simon pressed one final kiss to your lower back before hooking his fingers into the band of your pajama shorts and yanking them down. A soft moan escapes your lips as the cool air of the room hits your hot cunt. He slips a pillow under your hips to prop your hips up for him, a satisfied rumble coming from his broad chest as he swipes his fingers through your puffy folds. You’re already wet and sticky for him, coating his fingers with slick that he uses to rub your swollen little clit.

The feeling of the rough pads of his fingers on your clit has you mewling with pleasure. Simon is greedy, nasty, and so fucking filthy as he spits a fat glob of saliva right onto your cunt before slurping it back up, drinking down your sweet nectar.

He nudges his nose against your slit, finally getting his tongue on your clit. He takes it into his mouth and hollows out his cheeks, sucking on the sensitive little button. You’re a moaning mess, pressing your face into the pillows and clawing at the sheets beneath you desperately. Simon eats your wet cunt so fucking dirty, like a desperate, starved man who just found an oasis in the desert, but it only makes you rut your hips back against his face harder.

Simon lets you fuck yourself on his tongue, the muscle hot and thick against your slit, before dipping into you and laving along your clenching walls while you make a mess of his face. There's no doubt that Simon's chin and nose are soaked with your slick as he switches between dragging his tongue back and forth along your sensitive little clit and pushing it back inside your greedy little cunt.

It feels so good, you can’t help but sob. Fat tears running down your cheeks and neck, accompanied by the lewd squelches and shlicks coming from your wet pussy. You cum spontaneously, Simon’s hands spreading your ass cheeks so he can push his tongue deeper into your sweet, creaming cunt.

You twitch and tremble as he works you through it, letting his tongue slip out of your hole to wrap around your clit again, extending your pleasure until you're a boneless and pliant mess underneath him.

Creepy loser Konig, who is socially awkward, but would take the bullet of social interaction just to talk to you. He’s not at all deterred when you glare at him, growing more confident in himself after the night spent cozied up together in the cold. He’s a bit delusional, kinda at his wits’ end at this point, he’s got a pretty girl living with him, it’s finally his chance to lose his virginity!

In the past he’d hired prostitutes, having to pay them by the hour to spend time with him and pretend to be his loving girlfriend. He was anxious, guilty feeling for having to subject these women to the torture of spending time with him. And as soon as poor Konig took his pants off, they all ran for the hills :(( scared of his thick, heavy cock that drooled precum, leaving a creamy and sticky mess on his thighs. Over time, after failed attempts and more failed attempts, Konig grew angry, resentful even. Why didn’t women like him? He could be nice, buy them anything they wanted, he would become a dog for them just for some sweet, tender love.

But the longer he lived with you, the more attached he grew. Konig became jealous and insecure every time he saw you speaking to another man, a familiar ache settling in his chest. He wanted you, and he wanted you to love him the way he loves you. He doesn’t even care if you taunt him for being pathetic and for not losing his virginity, he’ll gladly take it all as long as he gets to hear your sweet voice.

Sooner or later his persistence pays off and you’re finally taking pity on this freaky loser who’s been fawning for you these past few months. He’d be on his knees in front of you, his face buried into your plush thigh, so close to that warm, slick cunt of yours. Konig’s eyes were sad, gleaming with unshed tears from how frustrated he was, just wanting some type of praise and maybe if he was lucky, a little kiss on the cheek.

You finally got tired of his whimpering and whining, inviting him to sit on the couch beside you. He was practically over the moon when he sat down, completely invading your personal space, his veiny, hung cock forming a bulge in his sweatpants while he paws at your clothes, seeing how far he can push his luck tonight.

Creepy Loser Konig, who would talk your ear off about his special interest, telling you about his time serving in the military and different firearms he’s used, the best modifications to put on the guns, and how to disassemble and reassemble them. He’s driving you kinda bonkers, he hasn’t shut up for at least an hour now, and desperate times call for drastic measures. You turn towards him, huffing with frustration before pressing your lips against his, just to get him to shut up for once. Konig was clumsy, all tongue and teeth, desperate to make the kiss good for you. He used his advanced knowledge from what he’d learned in the thousands of pornos he's watched, trying to lick at your molars in the back and accidentally biting your lower lip, earning a pained hiss from you and effectively ruining the short moment. When you pulled away, wiping the spit off your lips, was when you noticed he’s already come in his boxers, a dark patch staining the light grey material.

Neighbour!Simon Riley who slowly grooms you into being his perfect girl. He had to start slow, methodical with his actions. The first time you officially saw him was in the lobby of your apartment complex, looking through the communal mail room.You didn’t even hear him standing behind you before you stepped back and bumped right into him. It was kind of shocking seeing this big, burly man standing over you, a giant wall of muscle blocking out the light from the windows.

He just seemed to be… staring at you. Dark eyes burning into your skin, fixated solely on you even as people passed by. Simon seemed to take advantage of the small room, pressing close to you, rubbing himself up against you and trying to get his scent of cigarettes and cheap bourbon on your skin. You could’ve sworn he grinned when his large, rough hands reached out to take hold of your hips for a moment, earning a small squeal of surprise from you before you scurried off.

He makes you nervous to say the least, always pressing up against you in the tight hallways, rubbin’ his musky scent while he croons into your ear with a rough voice, a half-hearted “Sorry, lovie”. Simon’s definitely the type to tamper with the lock on your door, busting the door-chain and deadbolt clean off, leaving you vulnerable to any creeps or weirdos who might want to get a taste of a sweet thing like you :( 

Depraved!Simon who would act so sympathetic towards you, promising he’d help you fix it because he knows the shitty landlords won’t help. You can try to object to him, ensuring that you can handle it yourself, but he just waves away your words. You’re his pretty girl, so soft and polite despite the unfortunate circumstances, it makes all his dominant male instincts go off. You’re too sweet and soft for your own good, Simon needs to protect you and take care of his girl, and he’s plenty entitled to your soft supple body too!

Before you know it, he’s ushering you into his apartment and locking the door behind him, guiding you to sit on the couch beside him, says that you should unwind, watch a movie with me. Maybe you are a little overwhelmed, with school and your crappy part-time job demanding so much from you, it’s so easy to sink right into Simon’s arms, curling your legs up against his thighs and resting your head on his shoulder.

You practically melt when he coos into your ear softly, telling you it’s okay baby, just let it all out f’me, yeah? Simon knows he’s too old for you, a yucky old man preying on your vulnerable state, but Simon’s different, he has so much more experience and he could take such better care of you compared to the blokes your age. He knows he’s got you right where he wants you when he sits you in his lap and you don’t even squirm or protest. He's a big pervert too, groping your soft curves and plush tits, his twice broken nose pressing into the sensitive skin behind your ear, murmuring to you how you're such a good girl, such a sweet thing. Just lemme take care of you, love while his fat cock hardens underneath you.

tw: manipulation, creepy behaviour + touching. (AFAB)

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Creepy Loser Konig, who is so desperate for human interaction with a girl that he posts a fake ad looking for a roommate, pretending to be a female. Of course, you clicked on it, being a college student needing to rent somewhere cheap and foolishly signing the lease without ever touring the apartment or confirming the ‘girl’s’ identity. You were desperate, okay?

Creepy Roommate Konig and you sharing a two bedroom one bath apartment. It’s a shitty living space, the insulation has worn down over the years and barely works to keep the heat in, and all you have is a pathetic little heater working overtime to keep your room warm and toasty. And poor Konig is left to freeze his balls off in his own room, away from you :(

He was a bit of a weirdo, struggling to socialize with you when you were glaring at him, angry about his betrayal and misleading you, but he’ll make it up to you, he promises! He tries his best, going off of what women seem to like in pornos since he’s got zero dating experience and is a virgin even in his 30s, far too needy and aggressive that it scares everyone off, even the prostitutes. He tries buying fresh flowers, a thick and cozy blanket, a houseplant, anything to get you to at least look at him with a little less disgust, but to no avail. What you find out though, is that this desperate loser will do anything you say.

Maybe if he didn’t stare at you like you were the last woman on earth, he’d be okay. He’s massive, standing well over a foot taller than you and so much bulkier and built like a brick house, from his broad shoulders to his muscular thighs, and hands that take up far too much space on your waist. And he was an obedient dog too.

When you look on your phone and see the temperature is supposed to drop down to -25°C overnight, you so kindly allow him to sleep beside you at night, all that thick muscle acting as a human furnace for you. Konig practically sobs as he sinks into your soft bed, so unlike his sad empty bed, wrapped up in soft blankets and plush pillows. He tries to reach out and touch you, only to receive a smack on the hand, scolding him. But he is patient, waiting for you to fall into a deep sleep so he can scoot over and snuggle with you, his broad body enveloping you from behind, his thick arms wrapped around your waist hesitantly while his stupidly large cock pokes your back through his sweatpants.

You’ve never felt so full before, gaping and achy with every thrust before they’re pressing the swollen tip of their cock against your cervix, filling you up with sticky, warm cum, continuing the shallow thrusts in and out of your gushing pussy, riding out their orgasm with every sloppy thrust before pulling out with a wet pop and tapping the fat head against your folds, already greedy for more.