⧠A lot of smut , but I will write fluff/angst if requested
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â° I will NOT write anything involving : minors , scat/piss , incest , noncon , sexual assault , self-harm , or any hardcore kinks/fetishes.
Requests ;
⧠I will start responding to requests in the near future! If you would like to request something from me, feel free to send one in and I will deliver as soon as I can :)
whys asking for affection literally so embarrassing like hey ik you and you know me and we trust each other and we love each other but also. do you actuallg like me đ
This is so real, Iâll be with my girlfriend and just want to hold her and have her play with my hair but Iâm scared Iâll look like this asking đ
Itâs my 21st birthday what the flipâŠ.. I would post something for yall but umm I have like 4 unfinished drafts just collecting dust đ Iâll lock in soon, trust
Am I projecting a little bit? Yeah. Am I ashamed to admit that? Not at all!!
Warnings: fem!reader , implied age difference , fingering , slight overstimulation , (first time) squirting , praise , humiliation if you squint real hard , Loganâs a nasty dawg
!NSFW below the cut!
The sensation builds in your stomach before your blissed out brain even realizes. A pressure deep in your stomach, one thatâs both recognizable and foreign to you, and with every rapturous thrust of Loganâs fingers the feeling only gets stronger. It makes you hiccup in surprise when the realization suddenly hits you. Oh god, are you about to pee? Your hips squirm as weak protests begin to spill from your mouth.
âLo-Logan, wait a second, I-â Youâre reaching back to pull his fingers out of you, to save yourself the humiliation of peeing during sex. âSto-p, somethinâs we-weird!â You mewl, thighs trembling as the sensation engulfs your lower half. Logan merely hums and continues to incessantly piston his fingers into your sopping wet hole. âGonna cum fâme again? Yâgot it, let it all out, sweetâart.â
Something about the way he talks so casually, as if youâre not a blabbering mess in front of him, causes the dam to collapse in an instant. With a broken cry, youâre squirting your release all over the bed and Logan. He laughs in awe, the sound deep and husky as you make a mess of his forearm and the bedsheets below you. âHoly fuck, baby, yeahh,â he groans while his eyes are laser focused on the way your pussy spasms around his drenched fingers. He curls them experimentally, earning a jolt of your legs and a squeal as you gush once more. A prideful smirk pulls at his lips. âDidnât know a pretty liâl thing like you could make such a fuckinâ mess.â
Even with your head spinning with ecstasy you still have the ability to whine in embarrassment at Loganâs words. Though you canât help but think the same. That was the very first time someone has made you squirt. Hell, that was the first time youâve ever done it, period. You donât even need to say this because he already knows whatâs on your mind.
âNever felt that good before, bub?â You hear Logan click his tongue, almost as if the thought disappointed him. âWhat a shame.â Heâs sinking his fingers back into you, accompanied by a faint yet wet squelching sound when he buries himself to the knuckle. You shiver with a gasp, and Logan continues. âThatâs alright, though. Iâm gonna make up for it and have you do that again.â
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A/N: Hi I hope this makes up for my long absence!!! This scenario has been plaguing my mind for so long and I just had to write it down
hey I'm not someone that frequents your blog, but I think you might've made an error in your intro post, and I just wanted to mention it to you? you say no blogs >16 (greater than 16), but I think you mean <16 (less than 16). that's all, if I'm wrong pls feel free to disregard
Oh oopsies LOL. Thank you for pointing that out to me, Iâll fix that right nowđđ»
Posts may not be as consistent (not that they ever were LOL) as I just started working full time again, but Iâll try to push out as many as I can!! Iâm also 2 followers away from 200 so thank you all for the support, I appreciate you allđ«¶đ»đ«¶đ»
!! nsfw; threesome (the sex doesnât happen tho LOL); shifting povs; sorta pt 02 of this
"do you feel nervous when i stare?" he asks.
it is a soft question, rumbled from the base of his throat tentatively as though not to spook you. still it makes you flinch, body locking on the bed as you shift your anxious eyes towards him.
john, he said when he introduced himself to you. call me john.
you were so enamoured at finally seeing himâyou traced the way the skin around his eyes were wrinkled in his smile, or how the careful rise of his lips were hidden behind the tufts of his beard. you couldnât even contain the bubbling feeling pooling in your heart, excitement and nervousness mixing in miasmic waves because there he was, just as kind as simon told you he would be. just as careful.
simon promised you that the most, after all.
("cap'n's soft," he murmured as he held your hand, his thumb swiping along the ridges of your knuckles. "he tries to deny it but we've all seen how he indulges."
he turned to you then, expression unreadable even in the absence of his mask. simon studied your face, searching for something, until he stoppedâyou wondered then if he found whatever it was he had been looking forâand brushed his knuckle against your cheek instead.
"yâve got nothinâ to worry about." he met your gaze again. "heâd love you just as much.")
you never once doubted him, of course, but youâve only ever been with simon. only ever had to be conscious of his gaze, only ever had to work for his desireânot that you needed to do much, or so simon tells you.Â
you donât know how to exist for someone that isnât simon and his attentivenessâburning in the way he bears down onto you, pressing himself against your tender parts to devour your gasps and your whimpers.Â
you donât know how to be desirable for someone that isnât simon.
butâ
john looks at you like youâve ignited the same fire that burns within simonâs eyes. itâs all so feverish, rippling in magnitudes, until the slow trickle engulfs you whole. it makes you squirm, feeling so constrained within your own body, like you need to be doing something more than sitting before john like a pretty prize.
too caught up in your thoughts, you didnât even notice the familiar bearing presence beside you until a rough hand pinches your chin to make your head tilt up. you bite down on a choked gurgle of your surprise, trying your best not to react, but your efforts donât matter much, anyway. not when trained eyes pick up at the tremors of your hands and at the way your breaths pass through in quiet wheezes.
simon locked gazes with his captain from the top of your head, but john only looks at him with the same small smile, the one that always spoke of how pleased he is. it makes simon turn to you, his own body thrumming with the muted press of his desires.Â
âwonât you answer him, love?â he croons, pulling you from the depths of your thoughtsâsee, captain? arenât i good?âand watches with nothing short of pride as you nod.
john devours the sight you and simon make with anticipation, pretending that his cock isnât heavy from where itâs pressed on the inside of his thigh.Â
he doesnât even know how long heâs waited for this day; for the time when he finally gets you and simon both. all he knew was that the wait was torturous, tipping his desperation into its ragged course, forcing him to suppress his wants by burning through work with wild ferocity. not even his fist had been enough on the days when the need was yowling from his jowls.Â
so when simon had finally stumbled into his office, his own body poised like a taut string, john realized what it was that he came to price for.Â
he felt like a rabid dog that was told that he could bite; that he could sink his fangs into the soft parts of the flesh he caved so that he may feast.Â
âyes,â you finally murmur, beautiful in your bashfulness, answering his questionâdo you feel nervous when i stare?âwith honesty.
âyâr just.â you pause to lick at your lips. âyâr just so much more than what i thought.â
âoh?â john asks, intrigued. âand you donât like that?â
âi do.â
simon and john watch as you clench your hands into fists, eyes ducking down again in your shyness. the tension is building, amping up heatedly, and they wonder if youâre even aware of what you do to them.
âi just donât know how youâd like me.â
such a soft sentimentâyou worry about how john would like you as if you havenât been the fuel of his carnal dreams. as if he hadnât stayed awake at night, holding himself in his fist as he imagined how you would sound when heâs taking you; how you would look when youâre at the precipice of your pleasure. would you cry? would you whimper? would you hold onto him as though that would ground you from the apex of your euphoria?
donât you know? heâs saved every video that simon sent to him?
âyâve got nothinâ to worry about, doll,â john grunts as he leans back against his seat.
he pats his lap. âcâmere anâ iâll show you what you do to me.â
you clamber to your feet, stumbling over in your wobbling excitement. itâs endearing, how youâre just as much desperate for him as he is to you.
john tilts his head just enough to meet simonâs eyes, mirth building at ghostâs obedience. heâs been silent, watching, devouring the way you and john gravitated towards each other like a man starved. john knows what he must be waiting for.
he hums to himself as hooks his arm around your waist and pulls you to his lap, his other hand rising to cup at your cheek, desperate to touch you every way he can. still, thereâs something else he wants to do. so he twists you just enough that your head is resting on his shoulder and tipped to the lone body on the bed with interest.
(simon knew it. you look absolutely heart-shattering with his captain.)
âyou too boy,â john barks out, his heart lurching at simonâs full-body tremble. âdonât you want yâr reward?â
your fists grip the scruff of johnâs shirt and he wonders, so choked up with his anticipation, if you havenât seen simon like this. if simon was always the dominant one between you two; the one who always demanded things off you.
(oh but you have seen simon in his submission. gods, you have. and he was so beautiful then, whining to you as he humped his cock into the warm press of your walls, his face nuzzling the column of your neck as though that would muffle his pleasured hymns.
as though you couldnât feel just how beautiful your perfect love is in the throes of his bliss, trembling, mewling. splintering, unable to force himself back into the mask of his indifference.)
you watch as simon rouses from the bed, slow like he is postured for his own hunt. it makes you ache, unable to discern exactly why all of you fit with each other, just that you do. youâre not even torn between who to bend over toâjohn had made sure you and simon knew it was him who will call the shots.
simonâs hand falls on the valley of your spine, caressing you, before he pitches forward, hovering before john.
itâs john who gives him the kissâthe reward, as sweet as eden.
and right there, as they lose themselves, you know nothing else could ever be as erotic as this.
me too, you want to say, i want one too. but theyâre already shifting, muscles rippling, as they turn to youâa prey caught in between.
Had a vivid vision of this, soâŠâŠand itâs also my birthday so this is a present to myself LOL
Warnings: cunnilingus so fem!reader , slight praise , spitting , Soapâs a messy eater
! NSFW under the cut !
A near animalistic noise rips through Soapâs throat as you gush into his mouth, your syrupy essence coating his tongue and nearly sending him straight to the grave. Your whines and pleas for Johnny to have mercy on your swollen cunt fall upon deaf ears. Heâs so entranced by you; the way you smell, the way you taste. He could spend hours between your legs just slurping and drinking in your sweet taste, and heâs halfway there already.
Youâre certain Johnny hasnât taken a breath in five minutes by the way groaning into your pussy, tongue prodding at your drooling hole. Heâs been able to pull two orgasms out of you with his mouth alone, and very close to making it three. Your brain is mush from the unending and overwhelming pleasure, eyes dazedly staring down at him as he suckles on your clit. It pulls a deep moan from your chest, finally catching the attention of Soap.
Youâre gone as soon as he looks up at you. Those baby blues darkened with hunger, cheeks a dusty rose, pupils blown so wide with furrowed brows that are just begging you to flood his mouth with your cum again. You can only hold eye contact for a few seconds before the coil in your stomach snaps, the warmth that was building now erupting and spreading through your veins like lightning. Johnny doesnât look away, though. Heâs watching every little reaction from you, gruffly murmuring into your slick folds. âYes, cum in mâfuckinâ mouth. Tastes so goddamn good, mo ghrĂ dh.â
And he doesnât stop lapping at you until he can feel you begin to squirm away, weak hands pushing at his head and shoulders while mewling broken cries of âPlease, JohnnyâŠcanât.â and he just finds you so cute that he canât help but grin and give your throbbing clit a gentle kiss. Then Soapâs lifting his face from your sex, the entire lower half of his face coated with your arousal, and you think that heâs finally going to give you a chance to breathe. That is, until his hands hook beneath your knees and pushes them up towards your chest before lowering his head back down to nestle between your trembling thighs once more.
A whimper is all you can do to protest, body too limp and head too hazy to stop him. âShh, baby,â Soap coos, smiling at the dumbstruck look on your face. You look the prettiest like this, he thinks. All doe-eyed and drunk on lust, thinking of nothing but how good heâs making you feel. âYouâre doing so good, makinâ me so proud.â The praise would be sweet, if it werenât for the way heâs now staring at you with a renewed and growing desire.
âIf youâre good for a liâl longer,â he appeals, punctuating his remark by spitting on your pussy, the glob of saliva dribbling between your folds and towards your awaiting entrance. You clench in reflex, your hips jerking up towards Johnnyâs shiny face and earning a pleased hum from the man. âThe next thing you can cum on is my cock. Howâs thaâ sound?â
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A/N: I kinda rushed through this one so Iâm sorry for any grammatical/spelling mistakes, and I hope that I got the Scottish right but lmk if I didnâtđđ»
Trying to post somewhat consistently, so have this!!
Warnings: afab!reader , butt stuff (oral , fingering , plugs) , impact play , praise & degradation , brief mommy kink (Iâm not sorry) , dirty talk , all the good stuff!
! NSFW under the cut !
Simon âGhostâ Riley - Tits
Simon is a man that definitely enjoys larger breasts, but ultimately heâs a âboobs are boobsâ guy. Heâs addicted to the way your plush flesh spills over the cups of your bra (he bought it for you) that fits just a little too small for your taste (he did that on purpose).
Low-cut shirts are Simonâs favourite, he takes them almost as a challenge to see how long he can stare before his dick is hard and heâs all over you. He can never last more than a few minutes, eventually shoving his large and cold hands beneath your shirt to paw at your âperfect fuckinâ tits, dovey. Canât help but touch âem.â
Titty slapper. 100%. Does it as a form of punishment if you were being particularly bratty that day, starting with firm taps to get you riled up before fully administering the punishment. Heâs not entirely gentle with it either, slapping until your tits are red and youâre looking all sorry ân teary-eyed at him. Even then, Simon doesnât budge. If anything, he gets crueler, now pinching and pulling on your sore nipples. âCâmon, yâcan take it like a big girl, canât ya?â
Cpt. John Price - Ass
Has a thing for buttplugs, especially if they can vibrate. The first time John turned it on while deep in your pussy, he felt his entire spine tingle and was emptying his balls into you in seconds. Was hooked ever since but never uses it often. Likes to press down on the base with his thumb when itâs buried in your ass, gruffly chuckling when your hips jerk away.
John is a simple man, he sees you with a skirt on and heâs sauntering over to slip his rugged hands beneath the flimsy fabric and grab a handful. Not wearing any panties underneath? Even better, makes everything easier for him. He fondles your ass like itâs nothing but putty, looking over your shoulder to observe how malleable you are and groaning in your ear the whole time. âHope you werenât goinâ anywhere looking like this, love. Canât have anyone lookinâ at whatâs mine.â
Similar to Simon, John uses spanking as a punishment. However, heâs not easing you into it like Simon. As soon as his patience is tested, heâs bending you over his knee to teach you a lesson. Donât expect to leave his lap until his handprint is welted in your skin, angry and red and just the way John likes it. âMaybe next time youâll be obedient and listen to your Captain, yeah?â
Johnny âSoapâ MacTavish - Ass
Johnnyâs an ass eater, I gotta say it. He adores the soft squeal you make when his tongue strays from your drenched pussy to instead prod and lick at your asshole. Heâs absolutely filthy with it too, slurping and huffing like a starved animal because the taste of you drives Johnny absolutely mad.
He will slip in a finger or thumb while heâs hitting it in doggy, it always makes you clench so much tighter around his cock and Johnny swears he goes dumb for a second when he feels it. âChrist, bonnie. Yâlike me playinâ with your liâl ass, huh? Greedy liâl thing.â
Wear yoga pants/shorts around this man and youâre not leaving without him getting a good feel. Comes up behind you and presses his already hard dick into you, grinding against and delivering a sharp slap to your ass. His hands are merciless, groping and squeezing your pliant skin all while murmuring under his breath about how youâre âjust askinâ to be fucked, walkinâ around like thaâ.â
Kyle âGazâ Garrick - Tits
Kyle would live between your boobs if he could, no matter the size. As long as he has something to latch his lips to, he has zero complaints. He could spend hours just kissing and sucking your tits if youâd let him, thinks itâs so intimate feeling how your nipple pebbles against his tongue and your heart hammers against his lips.
Push-up bras are Kyleâs bread and butter, they get him so hard and if you pair it with a low-cut shirt heâs cumming in his pants the moment his eyes find your cleavage. He cannot stop staring either, watching every delicious jiggle of your perky boobs as you do mundane tasks around the apartment. âFuck, babe, youâre drivinâ me crazy. I swear youâre doinâ it on purpose.â
Kyle is his most vulnerable when he has your tits in his mouth, and heâs not ashamed to admit that. Having Kyle in your lap, stroking his weeping cock and whispering soft praises into his ear as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, gets him closer to heaven than anything else. âYou have the prettiest tits, momma. Love you so much.â
