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Step-Dad || John Price

Synopsis - Your step-dad comes home from his deployment.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - Based on this.

Word Count - 1.2k.

{Caffeinate Me/Commissions}

It was late, too late for people to be awake. John unlocked the back door silently, creeping into the pitch black kitchen, to the living room and finally up the stairs. His feet were moving quickly towards your bedroom before his brain could even compute what he was doing. Without knocking, John stepped into your room and walked swiftly over to your sleeping figure. Feeling eyes on you, your eyes snapped open and you shot up. However before you could scream, John placed a large hand flat over your mouth and whispered, “shh princess. It’s just me.” You gulped and nodded, eyes wide as your beating heart slowed down its pace at the revelation of the intruder. “‘M missed you.” He flopped down onto your single bed and nuzzled into you, kissing the soft exposed flesh of your neck.

“Missed you too,” you said.

“Shh princess, your mother doesn’t know I’m home yet,” John whispered into your neck, hand finding its way down your pyjama bottoms and past the waistband of your underwear. You nodded, letting out a soft whimper of surprise as a thick finger prodded at your tight hole, slowly inching inside of you. You had to bite the pillow underneath you to suppress the loud moan threatening to escape your lips. “Shit baby, so fucking tight.” John’s voice came out in a silent hiss. “You touched yourself much while I was gone, baby? Hmm?” He mumbled quietly, teeth dragging along your neck. Unable to speak, you just shook your head causing your stepdad to chuckle. After a few more thrusts, he inserted a second finger inside of you, soft squelching noises filled the room as your pussy got wetter. You whined further into the pillow as you bucked your hips up, your body still slightly groggy from being woken up so quickly.

John’s index and forefinger continued to move inside of you languidly as his thumb began to make soft circular motions on your clit, sending a jolt of electricity up your spine. “John,” you mewled, back arching as you felt your orgasm rapidly approach.

“What is it baby?” He cooed quietly. God he had missed the feeling of your pussy greedily sucking in his fingers and the way you pulsated around him as you came. John knew you were close, smug bastard didn’t want you cumming just yet. Within the blink of an eye he had your pyjama pants and underwear around your ankles before pushing his face into your slit, tongue darting out past his lips to suck on your folds.

“John!” You whimpered softly. Your hands found their way into his hair and tugged softly, forcing the Captain to let out a groan into your cunt.

John continued to lap at you like a man starved: being on deployment and away from you for so long had been killing him. While he was away, he’d fuck his fist in his barracks to thoughts of you spread out below him, moaning his name so deliciously. Nothing could make him cum after he had had a taste of you, nothing could make his balls ache and twitch like you could. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he moaned, sending vibrations up your body. Your legs wrapped around John’s head, forcing his mouth further against your folds as he began to nibble at your clit. Within seconds you were cumming over his face, soaking his beard and moustache with your spend. With trembling legs that were going slack over his shoulders, you whimpered John’s name over and over again as your eyes rolled back into your head. “That’s my good girl,” John purred, licking a long stripe up your slit before pulling away and quickly removing his cock from its restraints. His cock was tanned, a similar colour to skin tone, but his tip was furiously flushing red, leaking pre-cum that had your mouth watering at the sight. “Just lay back baby. I’ll take good care of you.”

“I trust you,” you whisper breathlessly, coming down from your orgasm.

John settled himself between your legs, slicking his tip up your folds before slamming into you. It burned as he stretched you, felt like your first time all over again but you got used to his girth quickly as he began to thrust against you. He wanted to be slow, wanted to be sensual to show you just how much he had missed you while he was away, but the second he entered your velvety walls he was physically unable to hold himself back. John’s hips slammed against yours ruthlessly, sounds of skin-slapping-skin filling the room as his assault on your cunt continued. “Oh baby you feel so good,” he growled silently, praising you. Your head was clouded with pleasure, you felt too good to be able to actually register anything your stepdad was saying to you. He bullied your tight hole mercilessly, heavy balls slapping against your arse with each thrust he made.

John felt himself reaching his orgasm, but before he allowed himself to spill inside of you, he pulled out with a pop and forced you onto your stomach, pressing his hand to the back of your head and forcing your face into your plush pillow. You let out a whimper, cunt becoming sensitive by the second as you felt a second orgasm approaching. Your pussy fluttered, ripping a moan from John’s throat. His hand was still placed firmly on the back of your head, stifling your moans against the pillow as he pounded into you, chasing his own high. It was then did his hips stutter as you milked him, rope after rope of creamy cum spilling deep into your womb. “Holy fuckk,” he growled, hand bunching up into a fist in your hair as he stilled his hips against yours. After a few seconds, John let go of your hair and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your head before settling down next to you. He couldn’t seem to process his feelings for you as you turned around and stared at the ceiling, breathing intensely. He knew this was wrong but couldn't help it. “I really missed you darlin’,” he whispered, bending over your bed to reach for a cigar located in his cargo pockets.

“I missed you too,” you whispered, gazing up at him through your lashes. You frowned as he lit up the cigar, scrunching your nose up. Great, now your room was going to smell like smoke for weeks, oh well, at least it would remind you of John when he was on deployment. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to your body as he inhaled your scent. It didn’t take you long to drift into a deep sleep and when you woke up in the morning, your bed was obviously empty.

You made your way downstairs to see your mother and John sitting at the dining room table sipping on their morning coffee. “Sleep well darlin’?” John asked you, not looking up from his coffee. He had a knowing smirk on his lips.

“Very,” you replied, smiling back lightly as you poured yourself a cup of coffee. It was then that John looked at you, his heart fluttering at your smile. He wished he had met you before he had met your mother, maybe then you’d be the one with his last name.

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slvtforsimon · 3 months

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stepdad!price who is twice your age and is married to your mother.

stepdad!price who has been on deployment for a few months comes back and fucks you dumb into your mattress before even saying hello to his wife.

stepdad!price who can’t help but bully his painfully hard and leaking cock into your cunt rapidly, silently begging to feel your release around his large length.

stepdad!price who shoves your face into the pillow in an attempt to silence your whines of pleasure.

stepdad!price who can’t help but thrust into you pathetically as you milk him dry, a growl emitting from his throat.

stepdad!price who knows it’s wrong, but can’t help the way you make him feel.

stepdad!price who looks down at your now leaking cunt whilst lighting up a cigar, grumbling about how pretty you are.

stepdad!price who is completely and utterly in love with everything about you. he wishes that he had met you before he had met your mother but then again, he’d choose you over her any day.

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Spicy Book

Synopsis- The boys reactions to you reading a spicy book.

Warnings - NSFW.

Word Count - 2.3k.

{Caffeinate Me}

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY isn’t necessarily interested in the books that you read, or at least he thinks he wouldn’t be: he assumes you just read cheesy romance novels and that wasn't his cup of tea at all. He comes home from deployment to find you curled on the sofa, book open to a page you must have been reading before you had fallen asleep. How sweet: you were trying to wait up for him. Simon picks up the book you were reading, placing your bookmark in between the pages before the word ‘cunt’ caught his attention. His eyes widen slightly underneath the mask as he reads the words written on the page aloud, waking you up in the process. “Si,” you whisper, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“What’re you readin’ this for?” His gruff voice asked, thrusting the book your way. You couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks. “Couldn't wait until I got home, hmm?”

“It’s just a book,” you grumbled softly, sliding off the sofa and attempting the reach for the book. Simon grins underneath his mask and holds it high above his head and completely out of your reach.

“Puttin’ you to sleep, was it?” He asks, cooing at you and tilting his head. You mumbled something under your breath as you let your arms flop to your sides, knowing you would be unable to get the book from your large boyfriend. “I would never put you to sleep, bunny.”

You’re about to yawn and say something witty in response when Simon pulls the mask up just above his lips, bending down to catch yours in a passionate kiss, his arms sneak around your waist and pull you close to his large frame. A gasp of surprise leaves your lips and you feel arousal swell within your core as Simon’s hands grope your breasts eagerly. “Si,” you whimper.

“Wanna reenact some of that filth you were reading?” He asks, eyebrow raised. You nodded, a giggle leaving your lips as you grabbed his hand and led him to your shared room. Simon’s eyes scanned the pages of the book, reading the smut as you undressed yourself, laying down on the bed and spreading your legs wide for him. Simon was eager to please, not even bothering to remove his mask as he fucks you roughly. You made a note to read more smutty books when he was due to come back from deployment if it got him this excited.

KÖNIG loves reading with you, doesn't seem to matter what genre it is. You’re reading something particularly smutty when he asks why you’re not reading it with him. “I don’t think you’d be interested in this,” you say, closing the cover to the book and looking up at your boyfriend.

He’s without his mask, eyes boring down at you as he looms over the sofa. “Why not, Liebe?”

You wriggle uncomfortably in your seat: both from his intense stare and the arousal bubbling in your gut. “Just don’t think you would,” you reply, biting your bottom lip.

“Are you hiding something from me, Liebe?” He asks, voice stern and serious.

“H-Hiding something from you?” You ask, voice stuttering slightly. König just nods, watching as you chew on the skin of your lips nervously. “I would never hide something from you, you know that.”

“Then you won’t mind if I just…” he mumbles, taking the book out of your lap and opening it up to the page you had bookmarked. “Ja?”

“König,” you warn, watching as his eyes flick over the words on the page, his mouth hanging open at the pure filth he was reading.

“Liebe…” He growls, looking at you, face filled with a serious expression. “You really think I wouldn’t want to read this with you?” You shrug lightly, feeling the sofa dip slightly as he sits down next to you. König put a hand on your thigh, squeezing tightly as he felt his cock hardening in his trousers as he thought back to your book. “Want me to spit in your mouth too, Schätzen?”

“You’d really do that?” You ask him with wide eyes. You find yourself rubbing your thighs together in a desperate attempt to gain some friction on your throbbing clit. König nods at you in response, his hand trailing further towards your clothed cunt. “Please,” you let out a gasp. Within the blink of an eye your large boyfriend had scooped you up off the sofa and marched into the bedroom, throwing you effortlessly onto the bed with a silent thud. You would definitely be inviting him to read smut with you more often after he was through with you.

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH is like König in the sense that he loves to read with you but unlike König, you knew Johnny would love your smutty books. You were currently running a finger over your bookcase, looking at the different books you could read together. “This one’s particularly smutty,” you grins, pulling out a paperback from between rows and rows of hardbacks, turning to look at Johnny.

“Great,” he grins back, settling down onto the sofa and holding his arms out to you.

You read the back of the book before nodding, sitting down comfortably next to Johnny and opening the book to the first page: the dedication. You knew what was coming already, but Johnny was not prepared for the smuttiness this book included. You were on page three when the main character had already engaged in sexual activity, getting fucked by some stranger in an alleyway outside of a club. Johnny shuffled slightly as his eyes trailed the words, mouthing the words as he read them. After a few more pages, he looked at you, seeing a deadpan expression on your face. Were you not getting turned on by reading this? You look back at him, feeling his eyes on your form, before smiling at you. “You okay Johnny?” You ask, watching as he bit his lip.

“This not doing anything to you, lass?” He asks back, eyes trailing down your body.

“I never said that,” you reply, smile still placed firmly on your lips.

“Oh?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you teasingly. He lets his hand fall from the book and to your clothed chest, playing with your tits immediately and earning a moan from you in response. “How about we put the fuckin’ book down?” He growls, lips immediately attaching to yours.

You let out a squeak in response but wrap your arms around his neck pulling his body on to yours. It didn’t take Johnny long before he was ripping your clothes off of you and throwing them to the floor. He was slicking his cock against your folds eagerly and had you moaning his name over and over again already. Well, it was nice to know that smutty books got him as worked up as they did you.

JOHN PRICE is like Ghost in the fact that he doesn’t know the type of books you read. He sees you smirking to yourself at the words on the page and always makes a mental note to ask what it is you're smiling at, but he always forgets. It’s only when you’re in bed reading one night that he finally asks. You’re giggling like a child and kicking your legs under the covers slightly. “What is it?” John asks, rolling over to see you closing your book immediately.

“Just this book,” you say, motioning towards the now closed hardback.

“What’s it about?” He asks. Sitting up, he takes the book out of your hand and reads the blurb. “Romance novel, huh?”

“Guess you could say that,” you mumble back to him, praying to whatever Gods were out there that he didn’t open the book to the page you were on. Your eyes widened as he did, flicking through the book and playing with the cover absentmindedly.

“This isn’t romance,” John replied, wincing at the erotica in front of him. “This is the complete opposite of romance. This is just porn Y/N.”

“And?” You ask him, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Why do you need this when you have me?” He asks teasingly, thumb stroking your bare thigh gingerly.

“Sometimes you’re not here,” you counter.

“I am right now,” he whispers back huskily, fingers dipping underneath the damp fabric of your underwear and stroking at your throbbing clit. “Fuck Y/N, you’re dripping.”

“Are you going to fuck me or am I going to have to keep reading?” You snap at him, taking your book back.

“I’ll fuck you nice and good sweetheart,” John smirked, lips trailing down your neck and sucking at the sensitive flesh of your neck. “I promise.”

You arch your back as he rolls on top of you, bunching your nightgown up against your hips and roughly tugging your underwear to the side. He makes you cum on his tongue twice before he finally fucks you, roughly too. It was almost as if the part of the book he had read had worked him up too. It was definitely the best sex you had ever had with anybody.

PHILLIP GRAVES acts like he doesn’t know the type of books you read, but in reality whenever you’re not around and your book is out, he’s flicking through the pages to see what you’re so hooked on. You come back from the bathroom one time to see Phillip’s eyebrows furrowing at the page. Your own eyes widen as you see his fingers tracing the words on the page before he notices you skulking towards him. “Hmm,” he mused, chuckling as he closes the book and throws it onto a single-seater. “This is a bit raunchy for you, don’t you think?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask Phillip, scoffing a little bit at him.

“Sex with a gun?” He asks, narrowing his eyes. “That’s not you, pet.”

“What if it is and I just haven’t told you?” You ask, stepping towards him.

Raising his eyebrow at you, a chuckle left his throat. “Oh? You been keeping your desires from me, sweetheart?”

Phillip wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close before pressing his lips to your right ear. “Yeah,” you breathe out softly, trying to suppress moans as he nips at your lobe.

“Never hide anything from me sweetheart,” Phillip growled. He looks at the book on the chair and rolls his eyes before biting down at your earlobe harshly. “You hear me, hmm?” You nod softly at his words, blushing furiously as Phillip’s hand trails up your body to play with your clothed nipples, causing them to pucker between the fabric of your bra. “Are you that much of a slut that you read about getting fucked too?”

“Yes,” you whisper, nodding your head lightly as your boyfriend continues to trail his lips down to your neck.

Phillip points at the floor. “On your fuckin’ knees.” You do as he says, sinking down onto the cold, wooden flooring of your apartment. It’s then that he pulls his cock out of his trousers and slaps it harshly across your face forcing you to drool slightly. He fucks your face roughly, almost as if he was punishing you for reading smutty books in front of him, cumming down your throat with a growl. You thought that would be it, that your boyfriend would have had his fill, but no. He grasps your hair roughly in his hand and drags you off the floor and onto the sofa. “Stop squrimin’ baby. It’ll hurt otherwise.” You nod and stop moving, allowing him to fuck you deeply. Next time you read smut in front of him, he won’t be so kind as to let you cum until he does.

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK doesn’t mind that you read smut. That, and he’s always there to offer a hand if a scene gets you particularly worked up. “Something wrong princess?” He asks as he watches you wriggle in your seat across the room.

“Just this scene,” you reply, mumbling and motioning to your book.

“Need some help?” He offers, grinning devilishly before he stands up and makes his way over to you.

“Kyle,” you whimper softly as he takes the book from your hand and throws it across the room for you to find later.

“Tell me about the scene,” he mumbles, hand stroking your hair gently as you look up at him through your lashes.

“It was a shower sex scene,” you explain, closing the book and shuffling comfortably against Kyle. “It was steamy, hot and rough.”

“You like it rough don’t you poppet?” Kyle grins at you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “How about we go and have rough shower sex hmm?” His voice is practically purring.

You feel the wetness collecting between your thighs, causing them to become sticky with your slick. “Really?” You ask softly, eyes widening. You and Kyle have had sex many times, but you’d never had sex in the shower before.

“Yeah, come with me poppet,” he smiles softly at you and takes your hand gently, dragging you into the bathroom and turning on the shower. It took a few moments, but eventually the bathroom was filled with steam as Kyle tugged your clothes off and threw them onto the landing to be put in the washing machine later. Droplets of sweat fell from your forehead as Kyle got between your legs, licking a stripe up your slit and looking at you through his lashes. He pushed you into the shower before slamming into you, not even giving you a second to adjust to his thick length. Your moans were louder than the droplets of water shooting from the shower and if you weren’t being fucked dumb right now, you’d be embarrassed. Shower sex with Kyle was definitely something you wanted to do more of after tonight, and the way he made you cum so effortlessly as he pressed you against the cool tiles of the shower has you dizzy from just thinking about it.

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Breeding Kink

Synopsis - The guys and breeding kinks.

Warnings - NSFW.

Word Count - 1.9k.

[Caffeinate Me]

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY doesn’t realise he has a breeding kink until you make a joke about it. You’re play fighting, and losing, when you say “just hurry up and get me pregnant so I don’t have to do this anymore.” Simon’s eyes go wide and he feels his throat run dry. The thought of you being pregnant has never occurred to him before, but now you’ve mentioned it he cannot for the life of him stop thinking about it. After that comment, every time you have sex it’s unprotected. He’s ashamed of his newly found kink, but claims that it just ‘feels better’. One night, he’s bullying his fat cock into your tight cunt when the words just slip past his lips. “You gonna make me a daddy tonight, yeah baby?”

As soon as the words leave his mouth he regrets it, almost pulling out of you because of the sheer embarrassment he feels. But you respond with “yes! Yes, anything for you!” This just drives Simon absolutely feral. He flips you over onto all fours, pounding into you relentlessly. It doesn’t take long before he’s shooting his cum deep inside of you, coating your walls with his creamy mixture and a loud shout of your name. You’re both laying in bed, breathing heavily as you come down from the orgasms when you turn to look at him. “Did you really mean what you said?” Simon just nods and it hits you. “Oh my God. You have an actual breeding kink!”

“So what if I do?” He mumbles, looking away from you out of embarrassment.

“Nothing, nothing,” you giggle lightly before adding, “but you want to make me a mummy.” Simon doesn’t fight you on this, after all it is what he wants. He just holds you close to him, kissing the top of your head as you fall asleep. He hopes that in a few months, there will be a baby Riley running around the house.

KÖNIG had never had a breeding kink until he met you. Now, he won’t shut up about it. Always brings it up whenever he can, and will always play on it during sex. “Going to fill up. Going to fill you up so good with my babies,” he’d growl in your ear as he pumps his cock into your tight hole. You can’t reply with words, you can just shriek and moan as he hits your cervix again and again, threatening to spill his seed straight into your womb without mercy. The thought of filling you to the brim with his cum and getting you pregnant turns him on so much. He’ll angle your hips just right so that he can be as deep inside you as possible.

“König!” You cry out, fisting the sheets below you. “I can’t take it! I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me,” it comes out as a command and it has you gushing around his cock in an instant. König’s large hands rest on your stomach and he closes his eyes, envisioning you swell with his child and that pushes him over the edge. He’s groaning praises of how good you feel in your ear as he fucks his cum into you, not bothering about the mess you’re making on the bedsheets. When you’ve milked him dry, his hips finally stop moving but he remains plugging you.

“Baby, you’re squishing me.”

“Gotta make sure it takes,” he whispers, kissing your cheek. There was no way he was moving off of you until morning if it meant there was a possibility of you getting pregnant.

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH doesn’t even think about it until he sees you with a friend's baby. You look so good holding a baby and he can’t help but think you’d look even better growing one. One night he’s in between your thighs, eating you out like a man starved when he looks up at you through his lashes and moans into your pussy, “can you give me a baby?” You're taken back by his words, and need a moment to think about it but before you realise it, you’re nodding your head and your legs are trembling as your orgasm washes over you. “Does my girl have a breeding kink?” He asks with a smirk.

“You’re the one with the breeding kink,” you say breathlessly.

“Aye,” Johnny replies, kissing your thighs until they stop shaking. He leans up to press a kiss on your lips and with a raised eyebrow he asks, “so is that a yes or a no?”

“Fuck me and we’ll find out,” you reply teasingly, opening your legs wide for him. It’s not long before he’s fucking you into oblivion and making you beg for his cum inside of you. You’re not even embarrassed about it, instead you’re pathetically begging for him to spill his load deep inside your cunt. The second you mention being a mummy to his babies, he’s a goner. His hips are stuttering and his cock is twitching as he cums shamelessly. When he’s finished, he pulls out of you. “I love you Johnny.”

“I love ya too lass.”

JOHN PRICE is the OG when it comes to breeding kinks. This man is researching the best positions to get you pregnant before you even know it. Is constantly thinking about your swollen stomach, carrying his child that he just wants to make it a reality. One day you opted to babysit for your friend and when John walks in, he’s met with the most lovely sight. You’re sitting on the sofa, humming a lullaby to the infant in your arms with hopes of lulling them to sleep. John smiles and sits down next to you, placing a hand on your thigh and whispering, “good day?”

“Really good day,” you say with a grin. You fail to notice the straining erection against his trousers.

In less than an hour, your friend swings by to pick up her child and after a cup of tea, eventually leaves you and John alone in your home. That’s when John turns to you with a look of intense lust in his eyes. “Fuck, how badly do you wanna be a mummy?” He asks, stalking closer to you.

Your eyes widen slightly and you shyly reply, “really badly.” That’s all John needs to hear before he’s ripping your clothes off you, whispering in your ear that he’ll buy you new ones. He pushes you onto the sofa so that you’re on all fours, and frees his hard cock from its restraints. His tip is angrily red and already leaking so much pre-cum. You don’t even have time to joke about it before he slams himself inside of you, thrusting relentlessly into your poor little pussy. “You, ah, really want me to be a mum huh?” You manage to moan through each thrust, a slight little chuckle leaving your lips.

“You have no idea,” John growls. He lets you cum before he does, as in usual fashion. His fingers work magic against your throbbing clit and you’re spraying all over the sofa before you’re even able to vocalise it. “Now it’s my turn,” he whispers in your ear, speeding up his thrusts until you’re scared that he’s going to break the sofa. With a grunt, he spills his cum inside of you, babbling about how good you’ll look pregnant and that he can’t wait to have babies with you.

PHILLIP GRAVES is much like König in the fact that he doesn’t realise he has a breeding kink until he meets you. Your sex life with Phillip is relatively wild and one night, you’re sat talking about your kinks over a glass of wine. “What about you?” You ask, taking a sip of your wine before looking over at Phillip.

He clears his throat, thinking as to whether he should really tell you this. But before his brain even tells him it could potentially be a bad idea, he’s saying, “I wanna fill you up with cum until you get pregnant.”

You blink at him rapidly, processing the newly found kink information. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he says sternly, narrowing his eyes at you. “I want to cum inside your pretty little pussy until you give me a pretty little baby.” Your mouth hangs open, but before you can say anything, Phillip is kissing you roughly while setting your wine glass down on the coffee table. He pulls you onto his lap, erect cock straining against his trousers as he thrusts his hips up against your clothed cunt. You let out a soft moan and allow Phillip to take off your clothes until you’re completely bare before him. “That sound good? Wanna give me a baby?” He coos, tilting his head to the side as he lines his cock up with your entrance.

“Yes,” you gasp out as he slams into you.

“Atta girl,” he grins, slamming into you relentlessly. Your back arches and you already feel the coil in your stomach snapping as his cock fills you up perfectly. You can’t help the moans that fall from your lips as he whispers the most obscene things to you. “Gonna fill you up right here and now baby, m’kay? Gonna make everyone know you’re mine with that baby in your belly.” At his words, you’re cumming around him and at the spasming of your cunt around his cock, Phillip cums too.

Your breathing is heavy as he pulls out of you, half-lidded eyes watching him gather some cum from your thighs and shoving it back inside of you. “I didn’t know you had a breeding kink,” you say breathlessly.

Phillip shrugged. “Neither did I, until I met you.”

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK is shy about his breeding kink and always keeps it a secret from you. You don’t find out until you’re actively trying for a baby. His cockhead slams into your cervix viciously as you cream around him, pathetically whining for more. “You’re gonna give me a baby aren’t you?” He asks as he continues to pound into you. You nod your head enthusiastically, biting at the skin on your bottom lip to stop a scream from escaping. “Fuck, I’m going to fill you up until you can’t take anymore. Gonna get a baby out of you one way or another.”

“Please!” You cry out, head lolling back against the strown about pillows. Kyle can’t help but cum as your cunt clenches around his fat cock, but he continues thrusting his hips to get as much as he can deep inside of you. Like König, he remains inside of you, desperate not to waste a single drop in fear that his effort was in vain. After a few seconds of breathless panting, you finally speak up. “I never knew you had a breeding kink.”

“Didn’t want to tell you before we were trying, just in case it spooked you,” he replied, kissing your cheek softly.

“You really wanna have a baby with me?” You ask softly as your fingertips trail patterns on his back.

“More than I need air to breathe,” he mumbles, burying his head into the crook of your neck and leaving wet kisses in his wake.

“Let me have a minute and we can go again,” you say with a grin. Kyle feels his cock harden inside you again at your words and within seconds he’s slowly thrusting into you again. Let’s just say, you both didn’t get much sleep that night.

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Gun Sex

Synopsis - The guys reaction to you asking them to fuck you with their guns.

Warnings - NSFW.

Word Count - 1.7k

[Caffeinate Me]

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY looks at you with wide eyes below his mask as you ask him: “will you fuck me with your gun?” At first, he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Please Si,” you pout as you sit on the edge of your shared bed. He wants to call you crazy, to shake his head and laugh, but Simon finds himself leaning across for his rifle out of pure curiosity. You grin and get yourself comfortable, nestling yourself against the propped up pillows as you pull down your underwear revealing your pussy to him. Simon finds himself biting his lip and closing his eyes for a second before bringing his gloved hand up to your folds, already glistening with slick from excitement. He can’t believe you’re this wet already. He plunges a covered finger into your hole slowly, teasingly, to get you ready. Simon’s finger works in and out of you, leaving you an already mewling mess below him. Simon watches as your cunt greedily sucks on his finger and with a few pumps, he decides it’s time to already add another. You moan loudly as he stretches you out, his fingers curling inside of you and hitting that spot deep inside of you that your fingers could only ever dream of reaching. You’re on the edge of an orgasm when Simon retracts his fingers from you, eyeing the barrel of the gun before pressing it teasingly to your tight hole. You gasp as he slowly inserts it inside of you, your eyes automatically rolling back into your head. It doesn’t feel nearly as good as Simon’s cock, but excitement fills your entire core as he slowly begins to move the gun inside of you. You can’t help the moans that tumble from your lips. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly as Simon speeds up the movements, admiring the way your cunt leaves a white ring of sheen around the barrel. It doesn’t take long before you’re finally cumming, legs shaking as your stomach turns. Spots of hot white flash across your eyes as your mouth gapes open, Simon’s name falling from your lips like a prayer.

“Good girl,” Simon growls as he retracts the gun. “Are you ready for me now, love?”

KÖNIG has a reaction similar to that of Simon. He’s completely bewildered as you ask him, “please will you fuck me with your gun König?” The man is currently between your legs, eating you out like a man starved. His hands are on either side of your thighs, keeping you spread open for him as he continues to lap at your clit greedily, sending waves of pleasure through your body. As the words leave your lips, König looks up at you through his lashes and mumbles something against your cunt before sitting up and wiping your slick from his chin. He grabs his gun and looks at you with worry in his eyes. You shoot him a reassuring glance and grasp his arm causing the Austrian to smile at you softly. He presses the barrel of the gun against you, slowly but surely pushing it into your tight hole. You groan at the feeling of the barrel stretching you slowly, your head falling back into the plush of the pillows behind you with ecstasy. You never thought this would feel so good, but yet here you were: being fucked by a gun. König watched with wide eyes as you writhed beneath him, your body moving on its own along the barrel. Something inside of him snapped and he quickly removed the gun from your cunt before nestling himself between your legs, cock hard against your core.

“Can you take me as good as that gun, Engel?” He growls, before pushing himself inside of your sopping hole.

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH laughs at you at first. “Johnny, use your gun to make me feel good.” That is, until he realises you’re being deadly serious. His mouth hangs open and he blinks at you rapidly. Wanting to make sure he heard you correctly, Johnny asks you to repeat yourself, so you do, slower this time. This is the first time he had even thought about using his gun to fuck someone, it felt… wrong? But why was he even contemplating it? Johnny grabs his gun from the side of the bed and looks at you, his eyes narrowing as if you’re playing some sort of prank on him. “I’m being serious, Johnny. Please,” you beg. He shrugs lightly and spits on his hand before using said spit to lube up the barrel. You open your legs wide, wide enough for Johnny to see your cunt clenching around nothing as you watch him prep the gun for you. You really wanted this. Johnny pushes the barrel inside of you, his eyes never breaking contact with yours as your mouth hangs open in an ‘o’ shape as you’re filled to the brim. He begins to move the gun in and out of you slowly, allowing you to feel all the pleasure you can from being stretched by the narrow barrel. Your hands grip the sheets below you and you open your legs wider, the gun hitting that spot deep inside of you that had you seeing stars already. Profanities left your lips as Johnny speeds up his movements, completely entranced as he watches how well your cunt takes the gun. You're shouting his name at this point, not caring who might overhear your shenanigans, as you cum hard around the barrel. You screw your eyes shut tightly as your legs shake lightly, and all Johnny can do is watch while drooling at how perfect you are.

“Such a greedy girl,” Johnny laughs before retracting the gun from your pussy. “My turn, eh sweetheart?”

JOHN PRICE is completely against the idea at first. He shakes his head at you as you beg him, “please John. I’ll be a good girl. Please just fuck me with your gun.” He can’t believe what you’re saying. Never in his life had a partner asked him to use his gun to pleasure them. It took him some days of convincing, but finally he agrees. His cock is in your mouth, getting him ready when he spots his gun off to the side of the bed. He shifts over to grab it and you feel your core clench when you realise what he’s doing. You’re so excited that you begin to suck him off faster, his balls tightening as you hollow your cheeks so deliciously and lick the underside of his cock. You grasp the base of his shaft as you’re sucking, slowly jerking off the part of him that you simply cannot fit into your mouth. John’s hips stutter as he quickly cums down your throat, his eyes telling you to swallow all of it as he lubes up the barrel of the gun. Once he’s sure you’ve swallowed every last drop of his seed, John pushes you flat on your back on the bed and presses the tip of the gun against your entrance. With a shake of his head, unbelieving that he’s actually entertaining this idea, he pushes the gun into your slicked cunt. Your eyes shoot open as he forces the barrel of the gun further into you and you moan his name loudly, grasping at the pillows behind your head. You bite your lip as John moves the gun in and out of your pussy easily, his movements are rather fast as he quickly finds out that this whole situation is getting him hard once again. He watches with amazement as your face contorts into different expressions of pleasure, your hips bucking along the barrel as your hand reaches down to circle your swollen clit. “Just like that John,” you whimper, eyes half-lidded. With a few more strokes and movements of your fingers, you’re shamelessly squirting all over John’s gun. He can’t believe his eyes as he lets go of the gun, still inside of you, and opens his mouth in an attempt to catch your arousal.

“Did you like that baby?” He asks, watching as you breathe heavily. He strokes his cock as he removes the gun from your cunt and grins. “Ready for round two?”

PHILLIP GRAVES can’t believe what you’re asking of him. “I want you to use your gun on me, Phillip.” But, he doesn’t need much convincing before he’s throwing you onto the bed and grabbing his gun. He looks at you with fire in his eyes as he presses the tip of the barrel to your lips, his hand making its way to your jaw and forcing it open for you to suck on the end of his gun. You do as he silently orders, your tongue lapping around the cold metal, spit drooling down the side of your mouth as the gun fills your mouth completely. Your eyes water as it hits the back of your throat forcing you to gag. Phillip chuckles before removing the gun from your throat and yanking down your underwear with his free hand. He has you on your hands and knees quickly, wasting no time in inserting the barrel into your cunt. You whine loudly at the sensation of the gun entering you, stretching you just right. Your hips begin to move on their own so you’re riding the barrel, wanting it to fill you even more. Phillip chuckles again, enjoying the show. He doesn’t even move the gun inside you, he simply lets you use it as if it’s some sort of sex toy. You move along it effortlessly, whimpering and moaning as your cunt sucks more and more of the barrel in. Phillip bites his lip as he feels his cock twitch in his trousers and he already cannot wait to be inside you, but he wants you to soak his gun first. He wants to be able to smell you on it for days. Your movements quicken as your orgasm approaches and soon, you’re doing exactly what he wants you to do. You cum violently along the barrel, your hips spluttering as your orgasm washes over you and all you can do is bury your face into the pillows to muffle your moans. When Phillip is happy that you're finished, he pulls the gun from your pussy and laughs.

“We will definitely be using my gun again if it gets you that hot and bothered baby,” he whispers into your ear, grabbing your hair and lifting your face off the pillows so he can see just how fucked out you look. “But I’m not finished with you yet.”

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