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@chronicgaywizard
Hello gang .
I am the wizard. I grant your wishes of gnarly nasty freaky smut, at the price of . Idk leave a funny comment I always giggle at those
Asks are open if you have something perverted to say put it there
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so, you can congrats me, i convinced my bf to try pegging, from no to secret research from him how to prepare properly
but now im scared with responsibilities, but also happy, whf
LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO MAKE SURE TO STRETCH PROPERLY AND DOUCHE !!!! And find the prostate first, you find that and it’s uphill from there brother
flossing my teeth with simons chest hair WHO SAID THAT WHAT 😨😨😨😨
Literally grabbing that man by the chest hair while you ride him full stop dude, literally soooooooo yummy
GOOD FUXKUNG GRAVY.. HAIRY SIMON RILEY……. HAIRY NASTY FREAK….
it's like visiting a friend and seeing how shitty their parents treat them
like dude, what do you mean you have to ask to go out with friends???
I tell my roommate/fwb/partner (truly a qpr) that i'm going out, because it's courteous, not cause i'm asking permission 😭
straight people be wilding
-🦴
I have seen that.. and every day I kiss my wife and thank god she is so normal and nice 🤞
Sometimes I stumble upon blurbs here and am smacked upside the head that straight women do really live nightmares dating dudes sometimes, like the way they express themselves or get out things they’re upset about- girl I don’t even know you but do you want me to kill that guy for you ?
turning his head to the side and making out w him while i sit behind him and jerk him off 😵💫😮💨😮💨
Doing this to Simon Riley
you wrote bottom gaz sogood in the recent 141 x reader post. Pls more in the future…. And happy pride!!!!!
Mmmmm bottom gaz. God he looks sooooo good tied up in cute satin, his muscles all slick with sweat and cum as you slowly fuck into his tight hole over and over. He’s just so sweet, eyes tear stricken and desperately trying to squirm away!!
He’s cum three times on his pretty tummy, dripping down from his long sweet cock to his stretched out little hole. Every thrust is so good, so tight and wet and warm- he’s like an absolute dream, refusing to tap out but he’s so overstimulated that he can barely see anymore!
“Kyle, you need your safeword sweetheart?” You coo, laughing openly at the way his full lips push into a pout. He stubbornly shakes his head, “n-no- no, I’m fine- I am, I am- I can take it- I can take it,” the man says rather incessantly- like he’s barely aware of himself anymore.
“Yeah? Is this okay if I speed up a little then? Your little cunt is just so soft and warm, I can’t help myself,” you sigh so sweetly, your hips starting to speed up. Every slam against his prostate has the man whimpering, eyes threatening to roll back.
“Come on, sweetheart- talk- to- me-!” You punctuate each word with deep thrusts, feeling your balls draw up as his ass tightens around you. Fuck, he’s like a fucking vice!
“Fuck- fuck- yes! Please- please don’t stop- I can take it- I can, I can I- I want your cum please- please just cum!” The sergeant cries, such a pretty contrast from how he is on the field. That calm demeanor and confident shine in his eyes absolutely shattered- leaving nothing but your perfect sweet boy.
“So good for me- okay baby, just feel good for me okay?” You keen, grabbing him by the satin tied around his hips and letting yourself lose your own pace- lost in Kyle’s sloppy hole that wanted your cum so bad he’d forced himself to cum three times over. Desperate enough for your pleasure that he would push himself into overstimulation hell, his poor overused cock throbbing in anticipation at the idea of finally having your cum fill him up inside-
Fuck, he was so perfect. A perfect man, sexy and delicious and so so sweet for you- your hips finally stutter as you slam yourself to the hilt. Shivering through your orgasm, drooling as rope after rope hit- your cheek?
You look down, and feel another pulse of cum shoot against Kyle’s insides as you take in the sight of a fourth load on his tummy. It’s impressive, how he actually managed to practically squirt on your cock- shivering and gasping as your hips grind your load further inside.
“Good boy, so good for me- so good, so good- just take me, sweet boy,” you hiss, slumping against your sweet boyfriend- humming when he cried and writhed as you squished his sensitive cock between your tummies. Letting the friction overstimulate him further, kissing up the side of his sweaty face and giggling at his pitiful expression.
Mm. Yeah.
pls more gaz…… you are doing gods work with your writing of him
Yer gonna love what I just posted nonny 😋
You and Gaz started out as just casual friends with benefits. It happened on an op, you were both stuck in a safe house for days and you decided to ride him into the shitty mattress for both of your peace of minds. As time went on, though- Gaz started to notice things about you. Like how you wore a specific type of bra that practically flattened your chest, how you kept your hair shorn so short you were often mistaken for a guy by many soldiers.
And he saw the flush your face would have when they mistook you, the quiet satisfaction that made you stand up just a bit straighter. He especially saw how much you liked it from Ghost- the man who didn’t seem to care what you actually were. The lieutenant seemed to just decide that you were a lad, and always treated you like one- and Gaz saw how much you liked it.
So, he starts slipping it into your little sessions.
“You look so cute- you’d be such a cute boy, y’know.”
“What’d Ghost call you today? Atta boy, right?”
“Come on, toughen up soldier- this cock isn’t for silly girls.” That one made you cum on the spot, strangling his cock with your sweet cunt and pulling him right over the edge with you.
It was so cute. Gaz knew you wanted a piece of the lieutenant, knew how much he affected you and made you cum so much harder. It was so cute that Gaz actually couldn’t get it out of his head. What would Ghost say? Would he be shy, watching you twitch and cum on the sergeant’s thick cock while crying for Ghost?
Would he be eager, excited and rough? Happy to shove you between the two of them, make you swallow the lieutenant’s massive cock while Gaz got to lick into his mouth? If they tied ghost up, maybe they could double team him-
It sends Kyle down one of the worst horny spirals of his life- so much so that he can’t keep his hands off you. He starts making you work out with him, starts pulling you into closets for a mid day fuck- insatiable with the idea of how cute you are when you’re all embarrassed- how cute it’d be to see you be even more shy if Ghost were there.
His obsession comes to a head when Gaz crosses the line- fucking you on Ghost’s bunk in the safe house. You’re both surrounded by the man’s scent, and Gaz can’t seem to get enough of how high you look right now. He’s so locked in on your drooling lips stuffed full with Ghost’s mask and hazy eyes that he doesn’t anticipate the sudden massive hand on his neck- yanking him against an even bigger chest.
“Fuckin dirty mutts- on my goddamn bunk? You lookin for a fuckin punishment, that it?” Ghost himself is growling down at the pair of you, and nearly cums when your eyes shoot open to gasp and desperately try to cover yourself. Kyle can’t stop himself from pinning your hands- Ghost letting him lurch back over you with a newfound interest.
“Ignoring me, sergeant?” He jokes, and you freeze up- squeezing Gaz’s cock in a sudden death grip as you’re fully exposed to your- what, work crush? Simon’s massive as he leans over Kyle’s shoulder, dwarfing the big man just with his broad shoulders.
“No lieutenant- just- making sure our sweet boy doesn’t run off before you get a chance to play too,” Kyle throws it out there, and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head in shock.
Simon twitches, looking down at your splayed out form- at the way you flush at the term boy. His hand slowly reaches out, tugging the wet fabric from your lips- his mask, soaked with your spit. You let out a soft whine as it’s finally pulled from your mouth, already starting to try and speak.
“Simon I’m so sorry I just-“ you desperately start, only to be gagged again by the lieutenant’s thick fingers. Three down your throat at once, Ghost leaning against Gaz’s shoulder as he forces the sergeant down against you. Your cunt pulses around the dark skinned man, and Kyle can’t stop the moan that vibrates from his chest.
“Wanted my sergeant to fuck you on my bunk, mouth full of my mask when you really want my cock? Stupid boy- roped him into this, didn’t you?” Ghost says firmly, ripping his fingers out and finally standing to move around Gaz and stand over you. You shake your head vehemently, but Gaz has been putting this together for too long for you to put the blame on him.
“Begged me, sir. Begged me to fuck his little hole like you would, the pervert,” the sergeant says coyly, the look of betrayal on your face almost making him laugh.
Simon yanking you around has you distracted- and Gaz is too busy trying not to cum as his fantasy comes to life to be sad about your cunt being ripped from him. Instead, he works seamlessly with Ghost- pinning you against the bed while Gaz’s wet cock flopping across your face instead. It’s so cute, watching you gasp and squirm at the feeling- mortification all over your face when you feel Ghost rip your thighs apart. Staring down at your soaked cunt, looking like a starved animal- holy fucking shit, Ghost looks so good like that.
“Yeah? You thought Gaz here would do it, hm? Stupid fucking mutt- you know he’s too sweet, too soft on a cunt like you,” the man growls, and Kyle starts to slowly rut against your face- trembling when his balls meet your forehead. So cute, on your back like this- still pinning both of your hands and keeping you helpless.
“N-no-! No, I wasn’t-“ you protest again, whining when Gaz slaps his cock against your cheek and silencing you.
“I think I’m plenty hard when I want to be,” the sergeant teases, and Ghost’s eyes dart up from your sopping cunt to the long thick cock grinding itself against your face- Gaz looking far too smug.
“Good thing you’re the one who broke him in then, huh?” Ghost snarks, one hand yanking his belt open- and the fattest cock either of you two has ever seen flops out. Fuck, it’s so heavy that it gravity seems to weigh it down- two inches thick- maybe even more- it’s almost embarrassing how mesmerized the two of you are by it.
“Jesus fucking christ, Ghost,” Gaz breathes, watching in rapture as that fat cock ruts against your soaked pussy, listening to the miracle of your pretty whines. It seems like you’ve forgotten yourself too- desperately humping against Ghost’s cock like you’re trying to beg for it. Gaz rewards you by finally letting you up- pulling your shoulders up against his lap so you can both see properly.
“Please- please fuck him, I have to see you stretch his tight cunt out,” the sergeant whines, loving the way both you and Ghost twitch at his dirty words.
“Fuck, Garrick-!” You groan, Simon unable to resist the man’s orders as he notches his head against your tight hole. You let out a sharp wheeze, like just the fat head knocked the wind out of you- Gaz can’t help but rut his dick against your shoulder blade at the sight.
“Fuck me- he’s tight- even after you stretched his stupid cunt out,” the lieutenant growls, shoving himself inside further- you can’t help but jolt against Gaz’s grip again.
“Come on- relax, puppy- let your lieutenant fuck your sloppy little hole and I’ll fuck your ass next- hm? Yeah? You want me to show Ghost how cute your little gape is?” The sergeant coos, loving how embarrassed you look at the way Ghost groans in anticipation- finally sliding to the hilt.
“Shit- yeah? Little boy likes getting touched like a real man, huh? Fuck me-“ Ghost grunts back, his hips starting to slowly pump in and out of your sopping cunt. Your little pearled t dick is throbbing, your legs weakly kicking and twitching at each thrust- mouth hanging open in pure bliss.
“Simon-! You- you can’t talk like that- I’ll- I’ll-“ you whimper out, harshly jerking when Simon’s fat finger and thumb squeeze your little cock.
“What? Y’ think I’m gonna lie- pretend yer some fuckin’ lady I gotta be nice to? Fuck no- yer a fucking sloppy boy, n I wanna see your little holes stretched wide for the both of us, got it? Come on- cum on this cock, show us how fuckin gross you are, mutt-“ Simon snarls, his slow thrusts becoming deep pounding as the bed starts to rattle.
Gaz is desperately humping your back at this point, squeezing your hands in his as he whimpers over the sight of Ghost’s cock splitting you apart.
It’s exactly how he pictured it, you look star struck and fucked out of your mind- Simon’s eyes look demented with the way he’s staring down at the both of you. Gaz can’t help it, can’t help the way he spurts cum against your back- forcing you to cum all over Simon’s fat cock with a wail. It’s fucking tantalizing, nobody can seem to stop pumping their hips until their orgasms are fully ridden out.
It’s at this point that Gaz realizes that Simon is staring holes through his head, and has the human decency to be a little embarrassed.
“Y’know what? Boy- roll over- I’m gonna make Gaz eat your ass out for me,” the lieutenant says, and both of you twitch in embarrassment.
“What?” Gaz squeaks, and Simon leans forward, squishing you between their chests as he kisses the sergeant. Their tongues clashing, cocks rutting against you as you watched with an open mouth. Simon is- much gentler, with Gaz- it’s almost unfair how tender his hand is as the man cups the sergeant’s face.
“I wanna see you eat our little pup out, and get him ready before I make you fuck his tight little ass. You be good, and I’ll fuck his cunt at the same time,” the lieutenant murmurs.
You both shiver in desperate anticipation.
"Johnny, down," Simon grumbled, gripping Johnny by the collar to tug him off of you. Johnny had you pinned to the floor, ass up and face pressed roughly into the floorboards.
Simon had hoped that Johnny wouldn't try to mount you the second you got back from your trip to the vet, but he drastically underestimated how desperate Johnny could get.
Johnny whined, tugging against Simon to try and rut up against your ass. You whimpered, tail angrily hitting Johnny in the face. Your soft ears pinned back to your head.
"Sir, make him stop!" You mewled, managed to wriggle out of Johnny's hold, "Johnny!"
Johnny could smell your sweet pussy. Your perfect, sweet, tight pussy. Johnny needed his cock buried in your pussy yesterday.
"Johnny." Simon hissed, tugging Johnny back roughly by his Mohawk, "You can fuck her, but you're getting muzzled."
Johnny was about to protest, but went quiet after Simon gave him a pointed look.
In moments, a muzzle was pinned over Johnny's face. You weren't pleased. You didn't want this filthy mutt to knot you, but you knew better than to question Simon.
Simon sat on the couch, letting go of Johnny's leash. You screamed, trying to scramble away before Johnny caught you. He caught you easily, tearing your pants off of you.
You yelped, blindly swiping at Johnny with your claws. Johnny moaned, huffing and trying to bite at your neck. You gasped as your panties got tugged off, a chill rushing through you.
You heard Simon take his belt off, stroking his cock to your predicament. You mewled for Simon to help you as the wide head of Johnny's cock notched against your hole.
Johnny pushed in, all the way to the hilt without warning, making you yowl helplessly, clawing at the floor. You could hear Johnny whine behind you.
Without letting you adjust to his length, Johnny humped against you roughly. He barely had a rhythm, just cruel, sloppy thrusts into your (shamefully) sopping pussy.
"You can fuck 'er better than that, boy," Simon said from the couch.
Simon's words spurred Johnny on. His thrusts got harder, tip nailing your G-spot on repeatedly. You mewled and sobbed into the carpet beneath you, your tail whacking Johnny in the face.
Johnny gripped the base of your tail, lightly tugging. You cried out, jolting as the touch made you spasm and cum around Johnny's cock.
Johnny groaned like he'd been shot, his free hand moving under your tummy to toy with your sensitive clit. You writhed and yowled, whimpering from oversensitivity.
You could feel Johnny's knot starting to inflate as he rutted into you. It brushed your pussy lips each time Johnny pressed into you. His thrusts felt good. So good, too good.
"J-Johnny! Please, oh-" you sobbed, your clit throbbing, "I-I can't! No, n-no! I can't cum again, please!"
Simon laughed behind you, "Don't be a bitch, kitty. You'll take what Johnny gives you, won't you?"
Johnny huffed, his sweat-covered, hairy chest pressing into your clothed back. His thrusts started repeatedly smacking into your cervix. You could barely form a thought.
Johnny hit your g-spot once more, and you were gone, tumbling into another orgasm. Johnny's fingers stayed on your clit. You kicked at him, yowling like a cat in heat.
Johnny pushed in as far as he could before knotting you. His knot was pressed again you. You shook, trying to wriggle away from Johnny and his fat knot.
You had no luck. With a slow, calculated push, Johnny forced his knot past your entrance. Your pussy tightened around him, another orgasm rocking your senses. You gush around him, making Johnny groan and rub your clit harder.
"Attaboy, knotting your little bitch, huh?" Simon smirked, rutting his cock up into his hand.
Johnny ground against you, jostling his knot. A loud, sustained whine escaped Johnny as he finally came. You were stuffed so full. Your poor tummy bulged slightly. Johnny kept rubbing your clit, sending you tumbling through several more orgasms before his knot deflated.
When Johnny's knot deflated enough for him to thrust again, Johnny rutted into you like a man possessed.
"Oh, kitty, you didn't think Johnny would only knot you once, did you?" Simon taunts, laughing at the fucked-out look on your face and the cum oozing out of your puffy, swollen cunt.
reblog of this made my wiener twitch
do you write ftm character? my memory might just be falling me but i can't recall any post of yours like that
That’s all of my posts !!! I write about t dicks and pussy and ass and everyone gets to have lots of fun >:]
I think I’ve only written one cis post and it was a male reader, I love my ladies though so they’re free to insert themselves cause hey whatever gets you off girl
I love the username for your page! It's so silly cute!
Ehehehe thank you . I write about men fucking here it’s why I’m gay
And for this pride month all of my posts will be 40% gayer. And Gaz will get his ass eaten out a lot
Mmmmm. Gaz
while youre out fucking partying ill be fucking reading fucking trans reader call of duty smut til my fucking eyes fucking bleed. we are not the fucking same.
uh anyway have you ever thought of inserting some religious themes in your writing? i always see religion in angst writing and always wonder what it would look like in smut. reader as a devout christian????
Eh I haven’t particularly, I don’t really have enough trauma to write angst OR smut for it, writing it from the reader’s angle would feel like regression for my own personal life LMAO
BUT. I will say? John Mactavish, who is a Catholic priest and then he meets Simon and has a total meltdown? Never having gone to the army because his parents caught him before he could enlist- altering his life and sending him to Catholic boarding school where he became a priest to try and control his violent tendencies and anger issues.
And then he sees Ghost. A man clearly from the military, a suffering soul who sits silently at the back of his sermons- staring. Staring, staring, staring. Thousand yard stare, never once leaving Johnny’s large figure as he would pace across his small altar. He could practically feel this huge man undressing him- like he wanted to eat him alive.
Johnny felt it in his stomach, watching everyone file out after service. He felt a strange pulse in his core, meeting the strangers eyes from the back pew- deep brown, nearly black like pits beneath the hoodie he was shadowed in.
Ghost who would sit in confessional only when Johnny was working the booth, and murmur his sins- murder, torture, treachery.
John should be terrified of him.
John should probably tell the local military base that a soldier is spilling state secrets to him and that he’s compromised.
John should probably do a lot of things, but Simon has the sexiest voice he’s ever heard and he’s the hardest he’s ever been in his life listening to the ways this stranger butchered human beings on the battlefield.
That’s wrong, right? He can feel his religious guilt crushing him like a weight, almost as heavy as his throbbing cock that’s pulsing against his thigh. Simon has no idea- mumbling something from the other side of the door, something horrible- something so horrifically arousing that John can’t seem to breathe.
Simon’s voice paused. John tensed.
“You look too good in those stupid fucking robes, y’know. A real collar would suit you better.” The soldier says it like it’s a normal confession, as normal as any of the other horrific things he’s said every time he comes here.
But it’s not normal. It’s not, and Johnny isn’t normal for how hard he inhales, for the precum coating his boxers right now.
“You like that.”
John always tries not to speak too much, but he always does.
“Why are you doing this to me?” John chokes out, like he’s being strangled with his priests’ collar.
“Know you like me, father. You don’t look at me like you’re scared. You look at me like you want me.” Simon says it simply.
“I don’t.”
“You do. You want me. You want my life, maybe. You look angry, like I took something and you want it back. You want me. I can give that to you.”
John’s cock pulses again. He’s sure if he even adjusts himself, he’ll bust.
“Why would you do that?”
“You look like a good dog.”
Johnny grips the edge of his seat so hard he can feel the wood start to splinter. His worldly impulses crawl up his spine again, clawing and screaming for blood- for cock. Fuck, he’s sick- this man is sick for saying that.
“Meet me out back.” Is all Simon says after that life altering bomb, standing and shoving open the curtain like he hadn’t almost made Johnny come from his words alone.
All Johnny can do is pray, bent over clutching his rosary with his eyes shut so tight that his muscles pulse with the effort.
He prays for patience, for self control, he prays for his desires to leave him.
His prayers go unanswered, and Simon pins him to the wall the moment the priest is done locking the church doors. Engulfed in the dark of late June, the air hot and sticky against his clothing. His eyes go wide first, anger rising up as he starts to snatch Simon’s shirt.
“You- at least don’t start this against these doors-!” He hisses, before wincing- a priest wasn’t supposed to try and strangle his sheep with their shirts. Simon’s mask is pulled down, crooked teeth and scarred lips pulled into a hideous grin as he looks down at Johnny.
“Why? Afraid god will smite you after all?” The lieutenant taunts, and the temptation to strangle his sheep after all became twice as enticing. Johnny looked around, eyes frantic and nervous- before dragging Simon off to the side, down the alley where most feared to walk at this time at night. Simon doesn’t hesitate once they’re in shadow, dropping like a stone to his knees and grappling the man’s belt.
“C’mon father- show me. Show me what you want,” the man growled, and John can barely keep his hands steady as he lets Simon unbuckle his belt- pulling his own cock out and letting it smack across the huge soldier’s cheek. He hisses out, so high off of Simon’s dark eyes looking down at the thick dick against his cheek that the priest has to desperately clutch the base just to stop himself.
“Thicker than I thought you’d be. Say it.” Simon’s command has another spurt of pre cum hitting his cheek, the priest desperately grunting. Finally letting go, instead shakily grabbing the man by his hood.
“Suck my cock- please,” Johnny manages to grit out, his hips bucking when Simon’s lips brush against the head. That horrible grin spreading against his scarred cheeks, slowly popping the head into his mouth. Johnny keens high and pitiful, sensitive as all hell- he’s not gonna last! But he wants to last- long enough to see this, he wants to remember this when he’s sentenced to hell and know it was worth it- he can’t go to hell for a 20 second blowjob!
“Fuckin’ weak,” Simon snarked, properly starting to suck him off now and pinning John to the wall by his hips. Every bob of the man’s head is insane- Johnny feels like he’s on another planet, gasping and grunting and shaking at the sensation of pleasure for the first time in ages. How could a man so horrible be so good at sucking cock?
“You’re so fucking mean- you did this to me, you made me like this-“ Johnny hisses back, his grip tightening, starting to move Simon’s head on his own. The lieutenant looks up with a sharp glare, swallowing the man down to the hilt as punishment. Johnny seizes against him, trembling and whimpering as he tries to pull his hips back- stuck between the wall and Simon’s hot mouth. His hips don’t stop, humping against his mouth- Johnny’s lost his mind properly now at the feeling of Simon’s tongue slathering his balls.
He’s too far gone. He cums instantly, Johnny’s moans bouncing off the cobblestone. Simon starts to pull off, finally gagging when John’s grip becomes steel and shoves him back down to the hilt. Brown eyes look up in a question, watching the sweat drip from the priest’s forehead- the flush of his cheeks, all the way down beneath the damned collar.
“Fuck! You’re - some kind of demon from hell, is that it? Sent to- torture me, to- to tempt me? Well it worked- so just- fucking- take it!” The priest- the man snarls, his hips starting to snap against Simon’s mouth- this time he’s too taken off guard to fight, letting his face be used like a flashlight with satisfied eyes. John knows it must be true by that gaze, by Simon’s lack of a proper gag reflex. His cock was so oversensitive, red and leaking and throbbing with each thrust down the lieutenant’s throat- but he couldn’t stop.
Johnny’s balls tightened, lust setting his spine on fire with the way Simon just let himself be used- let John fuck his face, like he was nothing but a disobedient toy. Such a huge man, willingly brought to his knees- something he’d never done for the enemy, something he’d killed far more men for even trying.
Of course he can’t stop himself from cumming again- of course Johnny can’t stop himself from pulling out and splattering his second load against the monster’s face- pale skin covered in a white sheen. Simon’s tongue is still hanging out, wet and sloppy just like the rest of his face. Johnny stares down at the man beneath him, on his knees and practically worshipping his pitiful dick.
It’s the most arousing thing he’s ever seen.
Simon grins.
“Now yer comin’ to hell with me.”
WOOOOOOO‼️‼️‼️ SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE IDEA AMAZING MR. WIZARD MAN ‼️🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶
- the anon who sent it in🪦
THAT SHIT WAS GAAAAAAAAAAAAAS I love being essentially bullied into bottoming 😋 it’s so much fun
I love putting John Price in the cuck chair I said it. I think he’s the kind of old pervert to relax and smoke while watching his soldiers fuck somebody within an inch of their life, just slowly stroking himself the whole time and then making one of them suck him off to finish him after they’re all done.
He’s an old weirdo. What can I say
