Puppy Hybrid!simon (18+)

puppy hybrid!simon (18+)

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price had to go away for a little while, which was hard to tell his favourite puppy! he had only recently taken you in and it was hard for him to leave you behind. you were all mopey and sad eyes a week before he left. originally he was going to have you stay at a hybrid daycare for the duration of his time away.

but johnny had another idea! he said that he'd watch you! he joked that if he could handle the mutt hybrid he called simon, he could handle a purebred like you. with your floppy ears and cute tail!

you were so well behaved and price was so proud of you. he made sure anything you needed was packed up for your little "trip" to visit johnny and simon.

johnny wasn't as good of a owner as he propositioned to price. he went out to the bar with kyle for an evening, which left price's pretty (expensive) puppy with the bully mixed mutt that was simon.

didn't take long for the much larger hybrid to almost tear off your cute little clothes and just fuck you. he had his arm around your middle as he pushed his cock as far as it could go. he knew he was hitting up against your cervix.

he chuckled, "gonna make a new breed of puppy with you." his voice was low and grumbled, it made you soaked between your legs as he stretched out your poor little cunt.

when you thought that he was done, he enjoyed when you'd scamper off to go pee or get some water. it only encouraged him to sniff out his mate, as if the trail of his cum leaking down your leg didn't make it easy enough.

he made a face when he saw the trail, it should be in you, little pup! not all over the hardwood floor! eventually he had you over the couch, behind the kitchen island, in the bathroom and finally in simon's bed where he could smother your purebred scent with his.

johnny knew he was fucked when he came home the next morning and found you naked under a partially clothed simon. your belly a bit swollen from the gallons of hybrid cum stuffed in there.

"price, i'm so sorry. i didn't know, i thought he was well behaved!" johnny looked pale when price came home to get you.

you were curled up in simon's arms in the doggy bed. gone were the cute pink bows and little outfits, you were swimming in simon's cheap black t-shirt with a motorcycle on it. but even price could see the slight slope in your belly.

"but, price!" you whined when your owner tried to pull you away from the mutt, as last ditch effort to save you. you kicked out your little legs, "i love him."

the older man sighed. spoiled little puppy. he ended up taking in simon too, he saw how anxious you were without your mate. johnny promised the dog hybrid to visit often but simon was too busy snuggled up with his new missuses (sorry johnny!). now price has two hybrids to take care of plus whatever was slumbering in your belly.

you were still price's little puppy, even if your attention was split between owner and mate. when you ate at the table to eat, you'd give simon a light smack on the hand if he was eating like a prisoner. you pouted your lips and shook your head.

simon sighed and took you by the head to kiss one of your soft ears, "sorry, love." at least price didn't have to train the mutt, you were doing the hard work for him.

simon followed you like a shadow, protective of his mate. and even the home you inhabited. you'd often lie on the doggy bed with simon behind you, large hand on your swollen middle and his lips at the back of your neck. but the mutt wasn't fully house trained. there had been a few times that price would be watching the football game and he could hear the whines of his beloved puppy, only to look over and see simon just pinning you down and rutting against you.

"bad dog." price grumbled as he tried to grab simon by the collar, "she's already pregnant, you animal!"

but price had to admit, you were rather cute all pregnant. if anything your floppy ears only got softer, your smile on wider. price had just wished you picked a mate of a higher caliber.

he wouldn't mind puppies, but you were of a softer breed. you shouldn't have ended up with a bully of a dog. but price had to (begrudgingly) admit, it was nice to know when he went out that there was guard dog in the house.

that didn't mean he was the biggest fan of simon.

"get off of her, simon." price rolled up the newspaper to wack the mutt hybrid, "she's got no room in her for that. she's already swimming in puppies!"

simon growled and just fucked between your thighs until he made a mess of himself. the older man looked at the hybrid and the hybrid looked back in defiance.

you on the other hand were sound asleep on the doggy bed, covered in simon's cum. even that stretch marked lined belly was too.

price was only in his late thirties, he thought he was a little young to be a grandfather figure to the rowdy puppies that you give birth to. all with your beautiful eyes but the personality and points ears of their father.

"i need another drink."

❛ ᴋᴇɴᴊɪ ꜱᴀᴛᴏ ᴛᴡᴛ ʟɪɴᴋꜱ

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━━ Strokes and penetration with Ken Sato

━━ What if that tub scene went differently?

━━ Coach isn't on the bus, but his daughter is.

━━ "You wanted a private interview? Well here it is."

━━ Just a quick blowjob before his game. He basically begs you.

━━ "It'd be quick, no one coming in here." He whispers in your ear.

━━ Just what he needs after a long day's work of training in baseball in the day and being Ultraman at the night

━━ "Is this why you wanted an interview of the records? Kenji Sato gets a handjob from a reporter and can't stop whimpering. "

━━ This is how Ken Sato looks at you after trying to deny him the only thing that can cheer him up after losing a match.

━━ He had a good match today, won the season all thanks to the countless support and encouragement from his bare. He's gotta repay her somehow.

━━ When Emmi was around, it was Emmi, a game, the press, Emmi again, training, coach shouting at him, Emmi again, being Ultraman, Emmi. He barely got any time to rest, but whenever he did, he didn't use it to sleep but rather for stress relief

━━━ Kenji always spent so much time on the online meetings that the coach had him join. Hours of coach's rambling, and he couldn't even doze off because he would always call on someone like it was a damn history class. You decide to help Kenji and satisfy his boredom a little bit.

rezitio©, as promised my children. enjoy & I'd live feedback and sorry for going away for so long. Startedbthis yesterday lol.

making your (ex) playboy, slutty boyfriend wait before you'll have sex with him

So there's this thing for couples where a husband will gently lift their pregnant wife's stomach to make them comfortable and take the weight off them. If you're ok with it a Neteyam x reader where they're adults he finds this trick out and tries it and she loves it, she'll just come up to him all time and nudge him to hold her like that. His family thinks it funny how she paws at him almost like a cat to held. If you don't want to write this that's ok❤️

A/N: okay so I it’s not a full fic but I hope you enjoy the Drabble

Tittle:

Those Moments

A/N:

- Neteyam is 20 and the reader is 19

-this happens after twow and they’re back in high camp and Neteyam lives because I say so

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem! pregnant! Reader

Word count: 400

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Neteyam watched from the entrance of your corner of the tent as you stretched in different ways trying to relieve some of your pain. He walked up beside you waiting for you to finish. You gave up with a defeated sigh. He reached out putting one hand on your back and the other one on the swelling of your stomach. “ what’s wrong syulang “ he asks you softly . You let out a soft whine “ everything hurts teyam, but my back is the worst with the pulling pressure “ he hummed listening to you gently rubbing your bump when he suddenly remembered something he had read a while ago when you had first told him he’d be a father in a few cycles time.

He looked into your eyes “ I think I have the thing t help with ma syulang , but you must trust me “ you huffed softly “ I’ll always trust you yawntu “.

He moved to stand behind you, he grabbed you pulling you to his chest. He moved his hand underneath your bump and slowly lifted it . You immediately felt relieved you moaned gently as you no longer felt like your back was about to snap with the weight of your child. Neteyam helped you as long as he could before slowly letting go. You sighed gently turning around again laying your head on his shoulder “ thank you Yawntu “ you mumbled into his neck. He smiled at this rubbing your bump” you don’t have to thank you syulang, I will do anything to help you.”

You both stayed holding each other for a few more moments before joining the rest of the family for evening meal.

Over the next few days this was your routine when he came home from his duties of that day he’d come over and help you with the weight. Today he arrived later with the rest of the sully men . Neteyam walked over to where you were sitting on the ground , helping you stand before bringing you into his arms. You quietly greeted each other afterwards you gently pushed his hands downward to the bottom of your bump . Neteyam tried to hide his smile before moving behind you and gently lifting your bump.

Jake lowly chuckled as he watched you paw at Neteyam, he nudged Neytiri gesturing towards you both. She looked up gently smiling at the once familiar sight that was once them over the years.

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sukuna is this bad boy womanizer that claims that he'll never settle down, and then you happen and BAM. he's in your shared kitchen, heating up a bottle for your baby so you can get a bath and a glass of wine

he's like. wait how the fuck did THIS happen?

On my boat? p2

Pairings- John B Routledge x fem!reader

Summary- John B comes crawling back.

Warnings- Smut. A lil bit of fluff and angst, but mostly sexual intercourse, hair pulling, scratching, Oral, language. (18+)

A/n- part one incase you missed it

You had kept yourself busy since sleeping with John B, staying away from Tanny hill in case you ran into Sarah. Though you doubted she would do anything, the fight wouldn’t end very well for her.

Your phone had been on silent for the past 15 days, the day after the boat, John B had tried calling you multiple times. But you didn’t want to get involved in the drama, you slept with him to help him get back at Sarah. You hadn’t slept with him hoping he’d want you back.

But apparently that’s exactly what John B wanted, he wanted you. He didn’t want Sarah, he told her it was over.

So when he turned up at your door one night, you were shocked. Your facial expressions portraying exactly that, he gave you his famous grin. “Hey” you stated, guarding yourself behind the door.

“Hey, I’ve been trying to reach you”

“I’ve been busy”

“Well can we talk? About the other night?” He questions, his palm pushes on the door slightly. It nudges against your shoulder but you stay put, not letting him into your house.

“No John B, I don’t think we need to” you state, you start to close the door. His scuffed sneaker blocking it from closing, his eyes beg you to listen to what he has to say.

“Seriously, it’s not going to happen. We broke up John B, you can’t come crawling back because Sarah hooked up with Topper… you got even. It’s done”

He sees the betrayal behind your eyes, he knows he shouldn’t be doing this to you. He had broken your heart once before by moving onto Sarah so soon after the break up, it wasn’t right for him to be trying to get you back.

So he let you close the door this time, you watched him through the peephole hole. He stayed rooted in his spot for a few more minutes before he finally walked away, you hadn’t expected it to be so easy.

A small part of you feeling crushed he didn’t fight harder to get inside, fight harder to tell you why he was coming around.

But you turned around and kept pushing his face to the back of your mind, kept going on with life and pretending you didn’t want him back in your life.

You hadn’t expected any of the pogues to be at the house party of your friend James, you knew they didn’t really have time for drinking and normal lives now that they were involved with the gold.

So when you see John B standing in the corner of the room, talking to Pope and eyes searching the sea of bodies. You couldn’t stop yourself from ducking, zigzagging your way through open gaps until you were outside.

“Great” you mumbled, eyes falling on Sarah Cameron and Topper. Of course, the two of them however ignored you. That was until you felt a hand on your shoulder and suddenly Sarah was staring at you. “Hey”.

You turn your body slightly, John B stares down at you with his boyish grin. His sun kissed skin glowing under the moonlight, you offer him a small smile and let him give you a hug. “Hey John B”.

“Want to get a drink?” He questions, nodding his head over to the messy table in the corner. Far enough away that Sarah couldn’t watch on, you nod your head before you can talk yourself out of leaving the party and follow beside him. “How are you?” You question, small talk was never your forte.

“Sarah and I broke up”

“Oh… I’m sorry”

That’s why he was coming around and wanting to talk to you.

He shrugs, taking a sip from the red solo cup in his hand. You reach across the table and grab the bottle of tequila, the exact same brand you two had been drinking a few weeks ago. “Shots?”

He repeats his actions from last time, grabbing the bottle and taking a swig. You copy but keep your eyes trained on him from the side, his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows harshly.

A small trickle of tequila escapes from your mouth, running down your lip, falling from your chin and landing on your chest.

“Can we go somewhere private” he questions, the tequila is doing the thinking and you're pulling him away from the party. Throwing all warnings out the window, you can feel his friend's eyes on the two of you.

Sarah’s eyes bored holes in your fingers that looped John B’s belt, you pretended not to notice them. Giving him a nudge into the secluded pool house, you don’t bother turning the light on. The fairy lights from outside give you both enough light to see.

“I didn’t fuck you because I wanted to get back together… I fucked you because you deserved to get even” you state, your bodies are close. He’s looking down at you and you can just make out the chocolate brown of his eyes. “So, you wouldn’t be into the idea of getting back together?” He questions, dropping his head a little lower.

Your mouths linger against one another, his hand cups your right cheek. Thumb caressing your chin, pulling slightly to open your mouth for him. “What?” You whisper, chest rising and falling heavier.

“I miss you”

“You miss the idea of me”

“No, I miss you Y/N… I need you, I physically ache without you, my brain won’t stop thinking about you… I can taste your lips, I can feel the warmth of your body”

“Stop John B”

“I can’t… I physically can not Y/N, I’m so sorry for the way things ended. I’m so sorry for bringing you into this mess, I fucked up and I will spend the rest of my life making up for it”

You push up on the balls of your feet and gently press your lips to his, you can feel the thudding of both your heart beats in your ears. You surrender yourself under his touch, his fingers dance up the length of your arm until he’s cupping your face with both hands.

The kiss becomes heated, both your breathing is heavy. Your mouth parted letting his tongue slip inside, his lips are warm and soft against your own. You could feel the soft tickle of his breath on your upper lip.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his. His hands moving from your cheeks to your waist, he begins walking you backwards.

The back of your knees meet the small bed, pushing you until you lay down completely. His body hovering over your own, you part your legs enough to let him kneel between. “Do you think… you should be rushing back into this?” You stutter, his mouth sucking at your neck has your thoughts all over the place.

You had told yourself you didn’t need him, that you needed to move on from the idea of having John B in your life again. But, here you were. Spread, wet and desperate for him. You couldn’t keep lying to yourself, you wanted him. Not just in a sexual way, you wanted his mind, body and soul.

The feeling of his warm hand on your thigh has you snapping out of your thoughts, you nudge John B on the chest. He pulls away from you, soft chocolate eyes meet yours. “Answer me”

“Sarah and I have been over for a long time… things got too much when we were stranded on that island, we just didn’t know how to end it” John B states, his eyes flickering to the door of the pool room. “Her kissing Topper just helped make it easier to call it quits”.

You nod your head, understanding sometimes you just need something to solidify why you needed to break up. “I totally get that… but do you think us sleeping together is what you need?”.

“I need you Y/N, I needed you the moment I laid eyes on you the other night… I needed you when you left, the past 15 days, I needed you when I turned up to your house, when I saw you duck and run from me.”

Your cheeks flush bright red, embarrassed that he had noticed you hiding from him. Your heart thumping, the sound travelling to your ear drums, you push on his chest and guide him down onto the bed. Straddling his waist, pressing your palms to his abs.

“John B, if we do this… You need to be certain your done with Sarah”

“I am... I promise pretty girl”

You kiss his lips, silencing the both of you. Your body ached for him, grinding your hips against his. He deepens the kiss, running his tongue on your lower lip.

“I could kiss you forever” he mumbles, placing open mouth kisses down your throat. Warning signs went off behind your eyes, telling you this would end badly. But you squeezed them shut to rid the thoughts, you’d deal with the repercussions later.

“Show me how much you need me” You murmur, eyes pleading with his. He gives you a grin and scoops your chin between his palm, enveloping your lips with his.

Pulling you down so you lay on him, holding your waist with his other hand. The hand that held your chin moved to tuck the strands of hair behind your ear only to move them down your neck to hold you in place.

“Need you here” he mumbles against your lips, kissing his way down your neck to your collarbone. “Here”.

His fingers fiddle with the buttons of your dress, exposing your triangle bathing suit. Cleavage exposed, his lips travel down until he’s sucking dark marks on your cleavage. “Here”.

You're mesmerised by his touch, your body tingling with excitement. You watch quietly as he moves the flimsy material of your bathing suit and exposes your breasts. Your nipples hardening from the cool air, his mouth takes them in. Sucking on them until you were grinding your core into his bulge.

“Here”.

“John B, I need you to touch me” you beg, your arousal drenched your panties. Soaking his shorts as you moved your hips against his. “Please”.

“I thought I was showing you how much I needed you” he chuckles, his fingers massaging the swell of your breast. You back arching into his touch. “Show me how much you need me by giving me an orgasm”.

He nods his head, placing his hand on your upper back and one around your bum. Swapping you both around until you sat at the end of the bed, he shoots you a quick look as though to ask for permission.

You grip the waistband of your panties and pull them down your leg, your arousal dripping onto your thighs. “Needy” he whispers, pushing you down onto the bed before you can respond.

He parts your legs wide, staring directly into your core. You clench around nothing, pussy weeping for him to fill you up. “So pretty” he whispers, kissing his way up from your ankles until his breath fanned over your aching core.

Just as you begin to pull yourself up from the bed to hurry him along he brings his fingers to your folds, spreading you so his mouth can swallow your clit.

Your head drops back onto the mattress, back arching at the simple touch. “Fuck” you gasp, clenching your fingers around the material of the bed.

He moves your legs, bending them and pushing them up against your stomach. Opening you wider for him, his tongue slipping into your core, circling his tongue against your walls. “Jesus Christ!” You exclaim, your vision is blurry.

“Just me baby girl” John B chuckles, he’s inserting two fingers inside of you while his tongue laps at your clit. Your body is shaking, pleasure courses through your veins. “I’m gonna cum!” You cry, your walls pulsate around his fingers as he adds a third, angling them up against your g spot.

Your orgasm hits you at full force, knocking the breath out of you. Your legs shake against the bed, eyes squeezed shut as you let the pleasure rock you. “Shit shit shit”.

“That’s how much I need you”

You don’t give yourself time to recover, you're reaching for him. You needed him more than ever, shaky hands fumbling with the string of his shorts. He helps you remove his clothes, his cock swaying proudly.

“I’m going to fuck you now” he states, lining himself up against your hole. Your arms find home around his neck, both of your eyes training on where he eases himself in.

You both exhale, your fingernails scratch at his sun kissed skin. Chewing on your lower lip, he begins to rock his hips against you. His hair tickles your chin, his arms pulling you flush against him.

“You're perfect… I’ve missed you so much”.

“Show me how much… show me by fucking me hard… and fast”.

A switch seems to go off inside his head, he pulls your body away from the bed. Changing the position, your knees meet the mattress. He pushes you down until your cheeks press against the sheets, his hips connect with the swell of your ass.

His heavy balls hitting at your swollen clit with each thrust. The grip he has on your hips is harsh, red marks that are going to bruise. His cock hits deep into you, nudging at your sweet spot.

“Fuck… pretty girl, your magic” he exclaims, his hands run up the length of your back until they grip around the locks of hair, pulling you slightly away from the bed. “Your pussy is the best goddamn pussy I’ve ever had”.

You're clenching around him, his words stirring something inside of you. “Fuck.. John B, harder please!”. He quickened his pace, you try to look behind you but the grip on your hair stops you from doing so.

The sound of your skins meeting in the middle fills the small room, you can hear the bass from the music outside. You only just realise the curtains are open, anyone could walk by right now and see the predicament you were in.

This just has you more aroused, your soaking his thick cock. The wet sound has you arching your back and pushing back into him, your moans are growing louder and a sheen of sweat glistens on both your bodies.

“Shit… babe-”

Your words are cut short as he pulls out of you and repositions you, your legs straddling him. He pulls you down against him, his cock deep inside of you.

His hand presses against your lower stomach as he helps you move against him again, your body bouncing harshly as you chase your high. He can himself deep inside of you, grunts of pleasure leave his lips.

His eyes train on your breasts as they bounce with each thrust, he pulls himself up slightly to capture one between his lips. Sucking and pulling at your nipples, your finger nails dig into his skin.

Hips grinding and circling against him, the familiar tingle spreads from your toes up to the hair on your head. Goosebumps litter your body, arching your back as the wave of pleasure hits you once more and you're coming around his cock, walls sucking him as deep as humanly possible. “Fuck!”

“Oh shit… shit shit shit” John B cries, he grips your hips. His own hips stuttering against yours as he orgasm floods through him, he pulls out of you, his cum coating his lower stomach.

You move to sit next to him, regaining your breath. Your eyes meet his and he moves to kiss your lips.

“I promise to make up for everything, I promise to prove to you everyday why it was a good idea for you to take me back.. I promise to be better” John B states, his hand cups your face. Thumb caressing your cheek, you give him a soft smile.

All you could do was move forward, you can forgive and forget and see where the future takes you both. “Okay, let’s do this”.

You meet in the middle, lips pressed together once again.

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