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miioouu · 2 days
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18+ MDNI Simon fucking you in a headlock
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You've been obsessed with his arms since day one.
And you finally asked him to do what you wanted for a while.
He made sure that you were comfortable, asking multiple times if you were ok.
And you breathed out 'yes' eagerly each time.
And now here you are as he fucks into your sopping pussy while having you in a headlock, thick veiny arm wrapped around your neck.
The burly mass of muscles puts enough pressure to make you dizzy, increasing the already intense pleasure of his fat cock splitting your weeping cunt open.
His other hand reaches around your body and lands on your sensitive puffy clit, rough fingers circling and pinching it while his wide hips slap against your rear with each ferocious plunge into you.
"You gonna be a good girl and cum f'me?" he grunts into your ear as he feels the ever increasing pressure of your pulsating pussy on his cock.
And you can only hum in response, the razing pleasure too much to bear, too much to let you form any coherent words.
You hold on to his strong arm wrapped around you, nails digging into his bicep and forearm, surely leaving crescent marks on his skin.
The delightful mix of sweet sensations, the aching drag of his thick cock along your sensitive walls repeatedly with the dizzying pleasure of his arm around your neck,
while his swollen red tip viciously attacks your gummy cervix and his calloused fingertips rub against your puffy clit send you to a state of pure engulfing euphoria.
And streams of your juices and cream gush out of you as you let out hiccupped moans, blended with his low growl of sheer pleasure as he fills up your welcoming womb with his seed.
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miioouu · 2 days
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consensual somnophilia with depraved simon riley.
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cw; somnophilia (consent discussed), dub-con. 18+
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simon riley usually has self control. he's able to resist and hold himself back, but when it comes to you? god, you're irresistible, and he's an insatiable mess, admiring your features while you sleep peacefully.
you're so relaxed, at ease and completely unaware of his perverted gaze. his filthy hands wander, trying to pull himself away to no use. his calloused hand slides between your thighs, rubbing at your clothed cunt gently while he takes in your beauty. your body limp in his strong arms, continuously rubbing at your sensitive clit through the fabric, your facial expressions almost enough for him to come in his boxers.
instead of soiling his boxers with his hot cum, he instead slides your panties off of your figure, holding them against his face while he prods against your tight hole. so wet, glistening with slick, collecting your juices along the head of his hung dick. simon's hands drive underneath your t-shirt, toying with your hard nipples and burying his face in the crook of your neck. your smell, sweet, and your body compliant and reactive with his touch, your glossy and aroused pussy becoming wetter with each stroke and drag.
fuck, he can't hold himself back any longer. despite his gentle and slow thrusts, the way he sloppily rolls his broad hips against you, he feels himself inching closer to his desired release. the tip of simon's swollen cock begins to weep and ooze milky beads of his arousal, pushed into you while he huffs at your scent.
so addictive, aren't you, princess?
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miioouu · 2 days
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Being so sensitive to squirting that the 141 make fun of your for it and have little competitions to see who can make you squirt the fastest :(
Johnny holds the record of 37 seconds from fingering you so fast you couldn’t tell when his fingers were inside or out of you.
After their little competition your poor pussy was so swollen and sensitive that all it took was a few rough spanks to your pussy from Price to make you squirt again.
“Oh well look at that? Seems we got a new record holder hm?” Price teases you and Johnny.
“That doesn’t count the competition is over!” Johnny exclaims angrily at Price.
Meanwhile Simon and Gaz are fucking rock hard from watching you squirt again so quickly.
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miioouu · 4 days
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Have I been gone for ages? yes. Will participate in this tag only to disappear again? you bet.
Thanks for tagging me bbg @ghostslillady <3
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(gruncle Stan being the only fictional character on my Pinterest is really accurate lol)
Tagging: whoever wants to participate <3
Cool Pinterest chain!!
First real person, character, quote and outfit when you open Pinterest are your vibe!
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@ticcywhaleshark @thisisramztrying @weeping-in-the-willows @ whoever wants
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miioouu · 2 months
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dirty talking with simon on the phone when he’s on deployment, whining and moaning down the mic as you play w/ yourself, not knowing johnny and gaz are there rubbing one out at the sound of you. “you like that? dirty girl.” simon growls with a chuckle after saying the most horrendously slutty things, one hand holding his phone flat while the other is tight fistedly shafting his cock. and as you cum with his name on your tongue, legs shaking— you don’t seem to hear the sounds of three men grunting and spluttering as they shoot their loads shortly after :(
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miioouu · 3 months
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smoke break
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miioouu · 3 months
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SCREAMING at those photos ur reposting bc ?! you talking to price about nudes and hes like . idk unsure about it and then youre away and hes like … well no time like the present! sending a nude that isnt showing anything but his big, hairy body and waiting sooo nonchalantly (hes so nervous) idk my brain is braining - 🐾
When Price sees the type of effect he has on you, he starts sending them so often: during breaks, while away on long missions, even when the two of you are out with the rest of 141 he’ll sneak away to the bathroom stall just to send you a picture that will more than likely rile you up
Eventually it progresses into videos. This one he really wasn’t a big fan of at first because he doesn’t like hearing his voice on videos and he certainly doesn’t know how to work his phone while getting off but he just can’t stop thinking about it and one day he finally decides to go for it
The camera work is shaky, and most of the time he’s got the lens accidentally covered up but what matters the most is how clearly you can hear his voice through the recording; small whines escaping his lips as he strokes his dick, whines that only grow louder and mingle with the sound of skin slapping as he inches closer to his release, many times he’ll accidentally stop the recording so he has to send you multiple of them in one go and at one point you just have a clip of him going “please please please,” before he cums on video
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miioouu · 3 months
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when you start dating johnny, you also start dating simon. they’re best friends, which means simon is also your best friend.
he’s always over at your place, and you always sit inbetween then whenever you guys watch a movie. johnny’s hand on your thigh whilst simon’s arm chills around your shoulder, his thumb gently rubbing your arm.
so its no surprise when you end up getting furiously dicked down in bed by simon, his thick girthy cock stretching your poor cunt out while you choke on johnny’s fat dick, tears in your eyes as your muffled whimpers only spur them on more. “fuckin’ hell—“ si grunts out with each bellow and pump back inside of you, his thumb reaching down to tease your swollen clit. johnny’s fingers pinch at your nipples, chuckling as he grabs at your stupidly fat tits with a satisfied growl.
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miioouu · 3 months
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simon can't get over the feel of how tight your cunt gets everytime he comes back from a mission. it's not been stretched in a while, your little fingers or toys are nothing in comparison to his fucking thick length.
"shit" he curses with every thrust, "how do you get so fucking tight every time? jesus christ. just squeezing me, aren't you?"
your mouth would be dropped open, pleasure and pain mixing together, your tight pussy opening up to take him in.
again and again, rough, full thrusts that make you run your nails down his back. he doesn't even react to the pain of that, too focused on opening you up for him.
"shit. gonna have to fuck this pretty cunt every day"
he smirks as he sees you gasp and writhe beneath him, too fucked out to reply.
"multiple times a day too, yeah?"
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miioouu · 3 months
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Hehhe🥴💕
Ghost with temperature play tho🥴💕(i think its temp play or kink but whateves its the same thing, i think??)
This request reminds me of the time when I used to write anime smut and I'm here for it!!! Also after some thorough research ;) I have concluded that yes, temp play and kink are the same. Anyway, hope you enjoy it, thank you for blessing us with your unholy thoughts bbg!
Tw: smut, temperature play, oral (fem receiving), orgasm denial, fem reader
The room was hot, sweat drops running down your spine and your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Your body was blazing, scorching even…
The chuckle coming from between your thighs didn’t help the situation either. His warm eyes looking up at you through his long eyelashes. “What is it, love? Are you feeling hot?” He’s mocking you, for sure. And you wonder why he even bothers asking you this question, Simon would never let you talk back. In fact, he likes your silence, maybe that’s why he has his glove shoved deeply into your mouth, your drool coating it, dripping down your chin.
The room was hot, like a sauna, honestly what did you expect when your latest mission is right in the middle of the desert. Luckily though, your captain isn’t cruel enough to let you die from a heat stroke, the place he rented for you has perfect air conditioning. But your lieutenant on the other hand, he’s nasty and dirty. “Turn on the AC? We’re in the military sergeant, you should be able to handle heat” And that’s true, and you usually were perfectly fine sweating in the dry sandy air, but usually he wouldn’t have his tongue swiping at your slit, sliding between your folds to have a taste of your arousal. Usually, you wouldn’t have to hold your breath, be scared of letting out a sound, afraid that your comrades next door would hear. He took pity on you, the moments your eyes flutter, your fingers grasped his, gosh you’ve always been so beautiful to him, but something about seeing you almost slip out of conscience as you body sticks to the sheets with perspiration has really got him thinking of you as a the most beautiful angel that has ever graced the surface of the earth. “Ah, relax… I know a way to cool you down, love” He’d murmur against your soft thigh before straightening up. His hand quickly found the mini fridge, a smirk adorned his face when he saw the tray of ice cubes, that’ll definitely cool you down. He slipped one between his lips, letting it melt on the tip of his tongue slightly before going back to the place where he belonged; between your legs.
The ice cube, now a little smaller, falls from his mouth, placing it right above your bundle of nerves. The contrast between your hot body and the glacial crystal has you arching your back and a whimper of his name choked itself out from between your lips. This reaction earned you a chuckle from the man above you, his eyes shining in mischief, trying but failing to feign innocence as he kisses your inner thighs, slowly, coldly, making his way to your drenching core. Tongue still frozen, he swiped it between your folds, tasting you had him humming out loud. “You always taste so good, love.” His compliment is mumbled against your skin as he’s still sloppily making out with your heat. He sucks on your clit, the tip of his tongue draws languid circles, making sure to always add a little more pressure to that place that would usually have you hiccuping for air. His lashes flutter shut, enjoying your arousal a little too much, his nails dig in the soft flesh of your thighs. Enjoying you a little too much, his hips grind against the mattress below him. Enjoying the way you tremble and shake beneath him, not even his glove can restrain your whines for more, he can almost hear your voice in his head “More sir! Please, please, I need more, more than just your tongue” The memory has him moaning, the vibration of it making your toes curl.Oh you were so close, and he knew it.
The ice cube now long melted, the cold water running down your thighs, spilling on the sheets and whenever your skin ever so grazes the drops, it sends electricity through your body. “Still hot, hmm?” Simon teases, his voice laced with a hint of arrogance as he sees the desperation in your teary eyes. He pulls away for a minute, finding the tray again, and it isn't Ghost if he gives you warnings, right? Where's the fun in that? With that he dumps the rest of the ice cubes onto your stomach, relishing in the way you quiver and squirm, a proud smile drawn on his face.
Quickly, his hands still cold, he grabs your hips and pulls you closer to him, he hovers above you, face mere inches away from yours “What? Are you feeling cold now, sergeant? Don't worry, I've also got a way to deal with this too…”
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miioouu · 3 months
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Under Captain Price’s desk
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Synopsis: You give Price a blowjob underneath his desk, only for Soap to walk in. It would be better to stop before you get caught, but teasing Price is so much more fun
Warnings: Smut
Pairing: John Price x genderneutral reader
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One of Price’s hands is wound tightly in your hair, the other one gripping onto the edge of his desk like his life depends on it. You are seated underneath it, on your knees, your mouth sliding along his cock deliciously. The sinful sight of it alone has a flush appearing behind his beard. You shouldn’t do this, not right here in his office during the day, but Price was far too eager for your touch to stop you. Your eyes stare up at his, tears pricking at the corners when you take him deep into your throat, your hands bracing you against his muscular thighs. With the way his hips sputter up against your face you can tell he’s close, his face scrunched up in pleasure. All you hear are his soft groans before a knock startles you both.
Price pulls you off of his cock with lightning speed, quickly pushing you further underneath his desk and scooting himself closer to it as well. Your back is pressed against the wood of his desk, his cock smearing your own spit and his precum along your cheek as there is little space for either of you to move to. Your face is essentially sandwhiched against his crotch, but not without reason, as within seconds you hear the door to his office opening.
“I did not tell you you could come in,” Price says gruffly, trying to appear as casual as possible.
You can feel your heartbeat in your throat as you realize you almost got caught on your knees in front of your captain. A shiver runs over your spine as you imagine what could’ve happened, the thought surprisingly not all that unpleasant…
A care-free laugh resounds through the room, and you quickly pinpoint it to be Soap’s. “Don’t be such a hard-ass cap, got those files you wanted.”
Price’s hand in your hair strokes you gently, clearly telling you to stay still as you hear footsteps approaching the desk. You really, really should, but another shiver of excitement runs through you as you turn your head slightly, smearing his cock over your lips. You can feel the muscles in his thighs flex under your fingers, the hand in your hair tightening in warning. A smile pulls at your lips as you move one hand to grip onto his cock, bringing the head directly against your mouth.
“Great,” Price coughs, covering up a surprised groan when your tongue flicks out to lick his tip. “Leave them here and I’ll look through them later.”
You hear the thick folder hit the wood above your head. “You sure cap? There’s a lot here to sift through. Seriously, when you start reading what this guy’s been up to…”
As Soap rattles on you stop listening, instead focusing on licking from the base of Price’s cock back up to the tip, circling your tongue around it teasingly. You can feel him twitch in your hand with every movement, his hips slightly bucking when you close your lips around the head. He tugs on your hair again, warning you, but you don’t relent.
“You alright? You’re looking a bit flushed, heard there’s a bug going around,” Soap says, blissfully unaware of what is actually happening.
Price curses under his breath as he runs a hand over his face. You would chuckle about how stressed you have him if your mouth wasn’t currently occupied otherwise, sliding his cock deeper and deeper into your throat.
“I’m fine, just real busy,” Price tells Soap. His hand tugs at your hair, but this time it isn’t to warn you to stop, oh no. You feel the difference, feel the edge of roughness as he does it. You’re definitely paying for this later. “Let’s meet up in two hours, yeah? Then we’ll go over the details.”
Soap lingers for a moment more before you hear his heavy boots retreating back to the door. “Understood, sir.”
You can feel Price’s muscles relax as soon as Soap closes the door behind himself, leaving the two of you alone again. He instantly scoots back his chair, pulling you off of him as you whine.
“Fuck, you want to get me in trouble, don’t you, love?” He says, his brows drawn together in a frown.
He’s a little frustrated, but there’s also clear desire in his gaze as he stares down at you. And he could never get mad at you, not really.
You give him a sheepish smile. “I can’t help that you didn’t lock your door.”
He grabs onto your arm, tugging you up on his lap till you’re practically face to face with him, uncaring about dirtying your pants or shirt as his cock presses up against your stomach. “Right, because I should’ve known you would crawl under my desk, suck my cock, and then not even stop when one of my men comes in.”
“A true lack of foresight on your part, captain.” You bite your lip to hold back a chuckle.
He grabs onto your chin with one hand, and a heavy second passes before a lazy grin pulls at his lips. “You are dirty little thing, you know that?”
“Affirmative.”
He groans in approval, pressing a soft yet hungry kiss to your lips before pulling away and slapping your ass.
“Now go lock the door, I’m not done with you yet.”
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miioouu · 3 months
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OH. THAT WAS SOMETHING BRO I LOVE THAT WORKK, CAN'T WAIT FOR THE GHOST ENDING🤩💖🥰
HI HI!!! THANK YOU BABY! I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT!
The ghost ending will have a completely different vibe, so i hope you're all ready for it! ;)
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miioouu · 4 months
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Mean dad's best friend! John Price Ending
Helloooo! I’m back from the dead to drop this horrible, disgusting, bad bad final part for Price’s route! I’ve been dealing with some personal issues as well as some terrible creative blocks, so please I know it’s bad, ok? Tw: smut, breeding kink, mention of fingering and oral (female receiving), female reader Wc: 1.4k 
Your eyes kept glancing between the two men. Why are you having such a hard time making a choice? It should be obvious right? Although Simon has always been on your mind, the one you're always crawling back to, you know better than that. The voice in the back of your head is telling you to let go, no matter how much your heart will break, there's someone who'll mend it back together.
The thought alone made you smile, you gazed into ocean blues and suddenly, it wasn't that difficult to choose. His grin alone made your heart skip a beat. His hands, the way they smooth down the skin of your waist as he pulls you closer, is enough to make you melt. And you weren't supposed to feel anything for that man; only here to make Ghost jealous, only a mere distraction at first, but he's become so much more, someone you like…loved even.
You try to voice out your choice, although Price stopped you “It's ok sweetheart, I think he got it, right?” His warm eyes turned icy just by looking at the other man. And again, you hate their silent communication, you hate always being left in the dark, but the moment Simon scoffed, giving you his infamous eye roll as he turned away and slipped from your room, it was enough to make you forget all about their lack of communication skills.
It was the way his arms wrap around you as he holds you close, and the way his warm eyes gazed into yours as he smiled so adorably, that’s one of the reasons why you chose John. The way he cared about you, never talked about other women, never told you what to do. Never stern and never rude, only sweetness outside the bedroom and in it too. His hands are always soft as they gently lift your shirt up, just like he is doing right now, calloused but gentle as they brush against your skin, leaving scatters of goosebumps in their trail. His words, praising you with devotion “Maybe I don’t make you feel as good as him. Maybe he really is better than me…But you know, he doesn’t like you the way I do. Noone ever will.” But you only shake your head. Maybe you have been blinded by Ghost’s pure rough lust, but you’re not stupid enough to disregard gentleness and awe. 
His lips trailed down your neck, down your collarbones, and when usually he’d like to bite and nibble, he feels as if he doesn’t need to mark you anymore. You’re his, you know it, he knows it, Simon knows it. No need for unnecessary roughness, of reminding that you enjoy him just as much, if not more now. It’s obvious, from the way your head falls back against the pillows, they kind of smell like him. From the way your nails dig in his shoulders as you guide him back down, further down. Soft lips on your soft tummy, making the butterflies erupt in your stomach, the way he kisses you, so carefully, like you were crystal, like you were the finest porcelain, like you were the most fragile thing that has ever seen the light of the earth. 
This military man always felt like he belonged in chaos and brutality, the savagery of bullets and loudness of bombs, never did he think he’d find relishing in tenderness and kindness. Cold nights when he’d stay awake praying god would let him see another day of life, now between the warmth of your sheets, god is forgotten, John can only sin and sin over and over again, if this is what hell is like, then so be it, nothing will ever taste as sweet as your arousal. A sloppy man by nature, saliva and drool dripping down his chin as he messily makes out with your folds. Between your thighs, that’s where he truly belonged. 
Doe eyes looking up at you from below, it made you smile, how a man like him can’t contain his eagerness. Your fingers ran through his hair, pulling him closer to your core, even closer when your back arched, his fingers suddenly plunging inside you. That’s how he always did it “Wanna make sure you’re ready sweetheart. Don’t ever want to hurt you, not that way at least…”  He’d constantly say, to the point where it kept on replaying in your mind, even at the worst possible moments. He’d always make sure you’d cum on his fingers or tongue first, for comfort, as he puts it. But deep down, that’s not the reason. Knowing that he as you wrapped around his fingers, literally, always did something to him. The way you purr, thrash against your sheets when he overstimulates you with just a flicker to your abused clit, the way you beg him “Please, please! Just…put it in, fuck me!” the way you ramble, voice dripping with desperation, high pitched, and whiny. Your whining, your begging, your crying is why he does it. You’d always tell him how nice he is, but he’s cruel really, selfishly so.
It’s only when he thinks you’re ready, or in other words, it’s only when your tears are staining the pillows, only when your nails drew crescent reds on his back, only when he couldn’t take it anymore, would he push you further up the bed and hover above you. He wouldn’t even give you much time to process what’s happening. He already got your legs wrapped around his waist, and when usually he’d growl and complain about having to use protection, this time he skipped it all together. Your eyes went wide, a small gasp escaped your lips when you felt his tip nudging between your lower lips; he found your behaviour just so cute. He chuckles, leaning down, folding you as he does so, whispers lightly in your ear “You’re so adorable like that, sweetheart. So pretty folded in half for me like that…Got to take advantage of that now, soon I won’t be able to do that at all, hmm?”  It doesn’t take a genius to know what he meant by that, and even if you had any doubts, he slid into you, hissing in pleasure at the feeling of your tight walls around his cock, reinforcing his idea, making it clear. 
And why did he ever doubt you? Was the way you scream his name not enough proof that you loved him? The way you squirm, the way tears cascaded down your cheeks, the way you grabbed into him, all of that, was it not enough to make your decision easier? You’re both too stupid to realise that there shouldn’t have been any hesitation in who you’d choose in the end. 
His hips moved against yours, drilling into you at a speed you’ve never experienced from that man before, or anyone for what matters. His hands dug into your hips as he held you steady. You’re panting, biting your lips to keep your moans at bay, but to no avail. He won’t be having that. “Don’t be selfish now my darling. I’ve been patient enough, the least you could do is appreciate me by screaming my name, don’t you think?” And who were you to deny him this request? Your lips parted at his demand, his name rolling off your tongue has him picking up his pace, faster and faster, he’s reaching so deep. Although not in the fields, when Johnny puts his mind into something, he’ll make sure it happens, no matter what it takes. His fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves, it has you twitching underneath him, squirming and shaking, your voice is all choked up when you cum. Your vision is blurry, your limbs feel like jelly as your gummy walls spasm around him, really, he’s not surprised at how fast he cums when he’s with you anymore, never once did it hurt his ego. Your exhausted smile warmed his heart. A kiss on your forehead and a soft whisper of “Thanks for giving me a chance”  has you wrap your arms around him to press a sweet peck to his lips. And you thought that was the end of your night, you’re ready to be tucked in and cuddled up against his chest and be lulled to sleep by his heartbeat as usual, but no. “Oh no, where do you think you’re going, darling? No, no we’re not done yet. I got to make sure it takes, wanna see you all round for me. We’re gonna show him, I can give you what you want. I am what you need…”
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miioouu · 4 months
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himbo!simon who only thinks with his pretty dick. only thinks about stuffing your pussy with his thick meaty shaft because that’s all he can think about.
the way your gummy and wet walls are gonna stretch to take him, the way you’re gonna tighten around him like a vice as he whines and whimpers when he pumps into you.
his balls heavy and full as he grunts about wanting to fill you to the brim. his vision goes a little spotty when you encourage him to cum.
oh god and if you ride him? he’s babbling stupidly about how good you feel, about how he can’t take it because it feels so so good.
he cums so much, like an ungodly amount. his hips stuttering, cock sensitive and angry as he cums into you.
he’s barely finished shooting his load into you before his lips are wrapping around your tits to suck and lick at your breast when he’s mumbling, “again, w’nna fuck you again baby.”
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miioouu · 4 months
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named him soap but all he does is make a mess...
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miioouu · 4 months
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Imagine just getting your nails done and you show Simon and his mind would go to the dirtiest places just by looking at your freshly manicured nails
as a girl who frequently gets her nails done, this is doing something to my brain. scratching it just in all the right places!! :(
but you’d send him a picture of your fresh set. they’re so long and pretty, all the little gems and stones perfectly placed, and you’re so happy.
but you don’t know the chaos and turmoil you have just caused simon. you don’t know how the second he saw your pretty nails, blood began rushing to his cock and he was chubbing up already.
a vivid image of your fingers wrapped around his cock while you jerked him off appeared. then one of how they’d be extra sharp as they raked down his back as he bullied his cock into you.
he feels kind of pathetic, because before he knows it his hand is slipping into his sweats, cupping his heavy balls and hard cock as he jerks off to a picture of your hands.
when he finishes he also send you a picture of his, messy with his cum and still grasping at his cock.
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miioouu · 4 months
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Tell you what, im so, so, soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo invested in that mean ghost series of yours🥴💕
AHHHHHH THANK YOUUUUU SO MUUUCH 🩷🩷🩷
Hopefully one of the final parts will be up before the end of the year!!!! 🤞
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