Simon Riley had never been good with women. He knew how to clear rooms, how to disappear, how to make threats stop breathing. But.. flirting, charming.. even talking to someone soft and smiling who brought him his lunch with a shy “here you go, love.” was another battlefield entirely.
Then there was you.
New café on the corner, stuck between a florist and a bookstore. The first time he saw you, you’d laughed at something a customer said and your eyes lit up. Simon’s chest did something strange.. he started going every morning just to watch the way your hands moved, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were thinking…
He learned your schedule. Learned your likes, learned your habits.. learned the name of the useless boy who sometimes would be waiting for you after your shift—the one who never held the door, who barely looked up from his phone.
Simon decided that boy didn’t deserve you. Didn’t treat you the way you deserved.
But Simon would.
He planned for three weeks. Watched the cameras he’d installed along your usual route home, waited until your boyfriend was out of town. The cloth over your mouth was quick, clinical—military training made it efficient. No screams, no mess, just the soft weight of you in his arms as he carried you out to the waiting vehicle.
You woke up in his basement, except.. It didn’t look like a basement.
The walls were painted a soft sage green you’d once mentioned was your favorite color. String lights hung in careful loops across the ceiling. A nice bed with the quilt he’d seen you admire in a shop window. Bookshelves he’d stocked with the authors and novels you’d sneak on your break to read. A small kitchenette with your favorite tea and snacks fully stocked. A locked door at the top of the stairs, of course, but the room itself smelled like vanilla and fresh paint.
Simon sat in the armchair across from the bed, mask off, watching you stir. His hands flexed on his knees—nervous, almost boyish.
“You’re safe..” he said quietly when he noticed the fear when your eyes first fluttered open. “No one’s gonna hurt you here. Not him. Not anyone.” His voice was rough, unused to softness. “I know this ain’t… normal. I ain’t good at asking. But I’ll give you everything he never could. The world you deserve. You just… you gotta stay a while. Let me show you.”
He stood slowly, making sure to not scare you as he set a tray on the bedside table—tea, the exact kind you liked, a blueberry muffin, and a small vase with a single daisy. His eyes were dark, hungry, but trying to be gentle.
“I’ll be back in the morning. Door’s locked, but there’s a bell if you need anything. I’m not a monster, love. I just… finally found something I want to keep.”
He turned the lights down, casting soft warmth across the room before pausing at the door.
“Rest. You’re home now.”
The lock clicked.
Upstairs, Simon leaned against the wall, heart hammering like it never had before.
Downstairs, the room waited—pretty, quiet, inescapable. And somewhere in the middle of it, you, still blinking awake, trying to understand how the man who used to order flat whites had decided you were his to save.
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.。o○ [ simon riley au as the barbarian chieftain ]
the barbarian tribe and elven race had been in bad blood for decades, and during the raid, the chieftain managed to kidnap you...
MDNI 18+
cw: eventual smut, porn with plot, oral sex (both receive), a hint of enemies to lovers, dirty sex, deepthroat, slight overstim, heavy size kink, breeding kink, headlock, creampie, cervix breach(?), leaning to rough sex, subtle possessiveness
word count: 3k
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What's the use of a prisoner like you, all pretty, littered in gems and gold with the finest silk adorned your body? You can't go into battles or build new tent—you're practically useless for barbarians who basically uphold power over everything. Honestly, kidnapping you wasn't even Simon's idea in the beginning, but he just couldn't let the opportunity slip from his grasp when he discovered you hiding in the worst place possible during the raid.
"It's the elven princess, Chieftain. She's highly prized by the elders of the elven," said the right-hand man of the barbarian tribe. "They said... she has the most beautiful voice, a voice that could call any mythical creature alone."
Well, that's enough to interest the barbaric leader before you, the way his scarred lips curled upwards, eyes looking down on your kneeling form with pride. Something like chills running down your spine, at the thought of what he might do with your mouth—
"I believe it is wise to break her voice chord, no? A payment of what those elven bastards have done to our tribe."
Simon's idea wasn't so terrible, he genuinely looked very satisfied at the thought alone. However, the right-hand man was thinking of something else differently. "Yes, well... yes, it is something we can do, of course, but..." He glanced at you, gown shredded just enough to expose any skin from the deep cleavage on your chest, from your thigh up to your hip, leaving a faint color of red from.
"What are you suggesting?" Simon raised an eyebrow, before the right-hand man whispered into his ear...
You know that the barbarian is just a mere disgusting creature who never gets their hands on something fragile like you. Of course, you've been taught how shameless, uncivilized these people are, and you know what's in the head of these dirty barbarians—they just can't wait to tie you up and make use of you like their toy. The thought disgusts you so much it nearly makes you vomit—
"WHAT?"
Simon's voice was sharp, heavy enough to echo inside the massive tent that belonged only to the chieftain, whereas he glanced at his right-hand man with utter disbelief. Almost like... betrayed? It made you frown, just then he suddenly points at you, with no respect at all, leaving you in the dark as to what was going on.
"You dare to suggest to me, the chieftain of this tribe, being touched by a flimsy, slimy creature like her?"
Slimy—
Your eyes twitched at the lack of a better word Simon could've chosen to describe you. Slimy? What part of you—ugh, these barbarians are the worst. Is he saying he doesn't want to be touched by you? You scoffed internally, as if you even want to touch him.
"What makes you think I want to touch a disgusting beast like you?" Finally, you uttered a word without so much restraint, asserting dominance within the conversation as the matter involved you as well. "You think you are even worthy of my time, you bastard?"
Simon leaned down immediately, eyes glowing with intrigue and annoyance when he gripped your jaw tightly. "Don't talk as if you're the one with power, princess."
His words were low and heavy, full of threat and asserting dominance towards you who was literally beneath him. But you didn't back down, still glaring at him as if to emphasize your stand in the conversation. You're not scared by the likes of him, even if he's the most known powerful within his tribe.
"I surely am holding the mightiest power here, because I am, in fact, the princess."
The stubbornness in your tone was both annoying Simon yet at the same time irked that same stubbornness in his own soul. It was a long, deep stare between you and Simon as if both of you were talking telepathically. And the lack of fear in your eyes, despite facing a literal human twice bigger than your own frail body—reminds Simon of when he's facing the monsters out there with his folks.
A grin spreading on his face, his tongue flicked slowly to lick his bottom lip. "Is that so? Well," Simon started, spreading his legs wider and pulling your face towards his crotch where the bulge of a tent prominent beneath the leather. "Then show me this... power of yours by using that so-gifted mouth of yours."
For better or worse, there was an irresistible urge from the pit of your stomach at the sight of his bulge, making your hands eager to reach and undone the fabric to reveal what's hidden beneath. But hell, you won't back down that easily. "Ha! You're ridiculous," you scoffed, slapping his hand away from your chin.
The right-hand man was ready to interfere due to your lack of respect, but Simon halted his movement. Without turning his face away from you, Simon commanded his right-hand man. "Leave me alone. And tell the others to not enter my tent until I command you so."
There was no fight against his words, the right-hand man left without further questions, leaving you alone in that tent with Simon.
"So, you are just scared."
Simon's words made your eyes twitch once again, the annoyance brewing inside you as your eyes once again fall on his crotch. He knew where you were staring, and he scoffed.
"To be honest, I don't have anything towards puny, weaklings like you who rely on magic and all of those stupid mantras," he mocked, gesturing idly while lazily stroking that bulge which seems to grow bigger each second. "You think I'm enjoying this? Being touched by a woman as fragile as you? Hah."
For a princess, you're always being worshipped in every step you take, all of the things you're done always invite more praise than mockery. But in the face of these stupid barbarians, you're nothing compared to his liking? Oh, please. Just as much as you don't care—how can you ignore the fact that your pride was hurt just from knowing that even you're not appealing in the eyes of him?
"Then, I'll make you take back your words." With determination, you close the remaining distance between you and his crotch, reaching to rub the bulge through the leather fabric.
He grunts, unused for being touched by someone else, especially around the parts he deemed as his weakness. But watching you so determined to prove your point, how can he back down? He just has to handle you and prove that you cannot affect him.
...or so he thinks.
When he watched you freeing his massive dick from underneath the layered fabric, closing your lips against his tip, and started to suck gently over the very sensitive spot, he was leaking almost continuously. His cock throbbed in your hand, reacting to the rush of pleasure coming from your wet, warm tongue swirling over his cockhead. Both of your hands stroked his dick from under, and the comparison was almost comical it made him struggle further to hold back his noises.
The question is: why is he reacting—to you?
Isn't he supposed to hate a spoiled brat like you? The mighty and glorious elven race who thinks they're better than everyone?
But the sound of your mouth working on his cock was louder than anything, as if his rigid, tense body reacting to your mouth was answering everything. He's genuinely enjoying this, and it was a lie if he didn't have the urge to shove his entire length down your throat and fuck your mouth as God intended. But he can't, can he? That'll prove you're right, and you'll win.
Too bad, because his restraint is hanging by the second now, when your mouth is wrapped around his cockhead and your eyes locked up to meet his gaze. It was like you're saying you're winning, when you started to suck him hard, the obscene noise of your mouth swallowing his hard-rock cock and swallowing his precum filled the tent. Your tongue traced the spot underneath the head, watching his eyes roll back as he remained quiet, despite how badly his body shook from pleasure.
With a secure spot to prove you're right, you take another notch higher, pushing your head forward and taking more of his length until you gag—and he jolted from the tightness of your throat. Then, what comes next was the most chilling, arousing moan you could ever hear from a man.
"Alright, that's enough," Simon growled, his rough, calloused hand fisting the back of your hair and forcing his remaining cock into your mouth until your face is all red. "Fine, you win. Now... be a good girl and let me fuck this throat until it's all covered in me."
That was, in fact, making your cunt flutter in response, eager for something to stuff you full just like your mouth right now. Just like that, he had his hips moving shallowly, testing your throat, before moving them in a rapid, controlled motion. And he no longer holds back any noise; moaning in pleasure as he fucks your throat raw, using both hands to keep your head still as he fucks your throat like it's his toy.
But what's even more arousing to him? Your eyes.
The way you looked at him with pleasure and submission—perhaps subconsciously—was nothing sort of beautiful, it's fucking gorgeous. He never saw anything like this, to admit an enemy like you as beautiful would put his ancestors in shame. But he couldn't lie even to himself, the way your moans vibrate around his cock; your pretty nails leaving red marks over his thick, muscular thighs—he was getting closer and closer to his peak.
"Fu-fuuck... hell, princess," he groaned, watching your face dirty with his precum, "You're so good with this, huh?"
When your throat constricts around his cock, the tightness milking his sensitive cockhead and it makes the coil snap inside him. With a roar of pleasure, he slammed one more time, letting his cum spurting down your throat, thrusting shallowly as he ensured every drop being swallowed. Your eyes are wet with tears, and mouth is full of his cum when he lets go, leaving you coughing from the amount of cum you had to swallow.
He came a torrent! This damned barbarian...
"Now," he said, breath ragged, lifting you off the floor and carrying you towards his so-called throne before sitting you there with your legs spreading shamelessly wide open for him. "I'm going to do the same, and you, can only take it."
"Wha-what? I didn't—"
Simon ripped the remaining of your gown in an instant, leaving you naked for his hungry gaze. The sight of your weakling body compared to him was ridiculous, but he couldn't help but to react, when his eyes landed on where human race mate. It was no deceiving him, when he see a trickle of sticky mess between your thighs, even still dripping like a clear honey inviting him for a taste.
"Don't you dare—"
But he won't listen. With his calloused, bigger hands, he wrapped his muscular, huge biceps around your thighs and kept them part wide enough for him to access your pretty leaking cunt. When you feel his stubble against your sensitive folds, it's harder to hold back your whimper from the tingles. God help you because you're already so sensitive and wet and needy it might be too late to act all composed.
However the good news is, Simon doesn't give a fuck.
He's going to drown in you, and he will.
"Waaahhh!! You will not—ngghhh!"
Your eyes are watering from constant pleasure, Simon's starving mouth lapping over your clit with rapid flicking and rough sucking—nothing about it was gentle at all but it constantly makes you shake like a leaf in his grip. He buried his face fully in your cunt, sucking your clit so religiously, swallowing your honeyed essence until you're crying from the rapid rush of pleasure.
"No! Wait—hngghhh! Let me breathe—ahhnnn!"
Nothing works, Simon was persistent, now using the tip of his tongue to circle around your sensitive nub, leaving your jaw dropped in shock. There was the familiar tingly feeling in the pit of your stomach, making your hands fly to his head and gripping his hair super tight. But it doesn't bother him, as he wrapped his mouth around your clit again and sucked, sucking so hard it blurs your vision and before you know it—you gushed onto his chin, your orgasm ripped out of you and makes you shake on his throne.
A long whine left your throat, followed with a broken cry when Simon continued to lap your cunt and swallow your cum without missing any drop. "You... fucking monster..." There, you're so blissed out that you used a word forbidden for elves, but, like Simon care.
He doesn't reply, but watching the way tears rolling down your flushed cheeks, the remaining of his cum still painting your face, when he busy himself by circling your clit and occasionally kissing the nub. Then, he finally let go of your thighs—unfortunately, though, you can't move. Or is it fortunate? Because Simon thinks you want more.
"Bed, now," he continued, throwing you over his shoulder as he headed to the other tent through the other door, ignoring all the curious look of their chieftain wearing just his slacks messily, while carrying the naked elven princess on his shoulder.
Inside, he throws you onto his bed, before stripping himself naked and hovering over your body like a goddamn predator. It makes your chest rise and fall rapidly, both fear and excitement mixing in a weird emotion inside your chest. Then, when he cupped your chin again, his eyes bored to yours in that same intensity.
"You can leave after I'm done with you," he announced just for you to hear, closing his face with yours where both of you can smell each other's essence this close. "But if you don't leave... after I'm done..."
His voice hung heavy in the air when he captured your lips in a subtle, messy kiss.
"...then I'll take it that you don't want to leave me."
What he said doesn't make sense to you at first, because why the heck you don't want to leave? This place is dirty and stingy anyway compared to your mansion. But the fact your mind went blank once his massive cockhead popped inside of your tight, little pussy (compared to his insane cock anyway), the scream that left your throat was the proof that there was nothing inside that head of yours.
"Simooon!" You screamed his name when he kept pushing, stretching your pussy so wide with his girth, making you sob and fluttering in the attempt to fit him inside you.
"Yeah, yeah, look at her... still taking me, stretching so wide... so big..." Simon praised you, ignoring your sobs and cries beneath him as he forced himself to bottom out inside you.
It's like he was deep in your throat like earlier, he was that deep you could feel him pulsing through your tummy, your walls clenching and fluttering around his girth. Your vision is blurred with tears, but when he rubs your clit with his thumb, your body shudders in response, walls clenching around him and soaking him in your juices.
"Mhm... perfect," he growled, before starting to thrust in-and-out of you, the squelching noise of your pussy being bullied by his cock soon followed after. "So tight, huh?"
Again, you cried out when he gripped your hips hard and lifted them high, allowing him to reach your deepest spot already, hitting that cervix and making you squeal and whimper in protest. Your free hands scratched and clawed his bicep, while your feet kicked his thighs, but it was no use; his hips moving like a machine, thrusting further and further until the bed creaks under his weight and brutal thrust. And you're left helplessly crying beneath him, pleasure and pain coursing inside you and making you come after the persistent assault against your sweet spot.
Then, he pulled out, thinking you got a chance to breathe, only to be flipped onto your stomach. "No, wait, what—angghh! Simoon!"
Once again, his cock penetrated your cunt from behind, his strong arm wrapped around your throat in a headlock, before he thrust into you at an animalistic pace right off the bat. It made you scream almost feverishly, but the pleasure was something undeniable, your cunt couldn't stop squeezing and milking him, drawing any drop of cum he would be willing to offer.
"And you never once said stop," he growled raw in your ear, "not when I suck your cunt, not when I violated your throat, not when I came in your throat, not when I fuck your noble pussy like it's mine, not when I... use you... like this."
His words were nothing but gibberish in your mushy brain, you barely could think of anything but his cock splitting you open in two. The hell is this barbaric saying? Just fuck already! Your hips moved on their own, fucking yourself on him and inviting a scoff from him.
"Well... I guess you did that on purpose." A kiss landed on the top of your head, before he arched your back harder, keeping the headlock around your throat, as he fucks your cunt from behind with his raw strength. "I guess you won't be leaving."
Everything was hurt and sore, but you can't stop the bliss from swimming behind your eyes, the ecstasy once again reaching your cunt as you squirt all over his cock, and Simon kept going, fucking you raw through your nth orgasms. Before you collapse, you lose the strength to scream when he breaches your cervix and breed you full of his cum, thrusting in-and-out of you until every drop remains inside you.
Just like that, you collapse immediately, eyes fluttering close as you fall unconscious after the exertion vanishes from your body. While Simon pulled out, he caught the sight of your body, battered with bruises because of his holds, but he's amused. Then, he just lies down beside you, pulling you into his embrace, securing your naked body within his arms.
Whatever tantrum you throw tomorrow, you won't be leaving because you've missed your chance.
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i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
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the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
oh yeah. god forbid johnny is a little curious after hearing your unyielding cries and moans through the wall last night. it’s not his fault he wants to know what all the fuss is about. it can’t be as great as you’re advertising.
and of course he’s rummaging through your drawers to find yours. no he isn’t buying his own when yours is just waiting for him, tucked beneath your nearly folded underwear. it’s already charged up and everything!
it doesn’t take him long to get hard, not when he’s surrounded by all of your things, your smell, your sheets, the underwear he dug through to find your toy. he’s sporting a stiffy in no time at all.
he starts as usual, stroking up and down, gripping harder at the base and thrusting his hips up into his palm. standard procedure.
when he’s nearly halfway there, that’s when he turns the toy on. studying the mechanics before positioning it directly above his tip.
he’s cumming instantly, and harder than he’s ever cum before. he bucks his hips involuntarily, rubbing his bare ass all over your nice, clean sheets.
he doesn’t have time to do anything about it, though, because you’ve just opened the front door, ready to unwind after a terrible day at work.
he does what he can to conceal the evidence, giving the toy a sloppy wipe against his shirt before running to greet you like nothing happened at all.
breathless and a bit red, he asks you about your day.
“you’re being weird, johnny...”
and god if the disgusted look you give him doesn’t make him hard all over again.
“….i’m going to my room.”
you pull your toy out of your drawer and immediately throw it back down. johnny’s cum glistens on the red silicone.
and maybe you smear the leftover cum all over your clit, and maybe you moan extra loud, just to make sure he can hear you.
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Letting their cock slide between your folds without pushing in, just resting it there and going "oh sweetheart it's gonna be tight but we'll make it fit yeah?"
