[cmterygrl]

cemetery baby, i want you in my world

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𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 viv / vivian ── nineteen. mex. any pronouns. bisexual. arctic monkeys & deftones enjoyer. reading + watching movies.

jason todd's girl. miguel o'hara's love. könig's baby. xx

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[cmterygrl]

i understand what u mean soooo bad 😭 “cunny” sounds infantilizing and weird

no ur so right thats exactly what it is !! i've had a hard time describing why that word feels so odd but u said it perfectly

[cmterygrl]

https://www.tumblr.com/cmterygrl/746265586115526657/i-have-something-to-confess-i-hate-when-smut

my night was going fine until you said cunny

IM SO SORRY 😭😭 i hated jst typing it out like i made myself cringe even when i wasn't using it for anything 😓 it's such an awful and vile word whoever decided that it belongs in smut writing should be in Jail !!

[cmterygrl]

i have something to confess: i hate when smut writters use the word 'cunny' …

like smth abt it makes me cringe a little im ngl 😭 no hate to any writers who use it tho like u do u fr !

[ekmsoldier]

shy boy

[uchihaculture]

[schmidtsbimbo]

rewatching the beekeeper omg… save me evil white boy with a mullet… save me…

[cmterygrl]

thinking abt that tt coquette ribbon trend but w simon 🤭😵‍💫 tying a cute pink ribbon around his bicep while he flexes and he does it jst to appease u bc he will Literally do anything for u and knows u like his muscles

[cmterygrl]

super late but happy new years everyone !! wishing for everyone's happiness and health, this is our year !

[suimon]

könig vibes i think

[cmterygrl]

pussydrunk!könig who just can't stop rutting into you even when he already came; unintentionally overstimulating himself in the progress. there's a creamy white ring around the base of his cock, a mixture of his cum and yours. he feels your walls squeeze around his length and he's practically drooling at how good you feel, it's like he can't control his hips, he just can't stop.

pussydrunk!könig who has to be reminded to breathe whenever he eats you out. who moans into your cunt and ruts his hip's against the mattress, hoping to get some kind of friction for his hard-on that's straining against the material of his pants so much it almost hurts. he isn't rough or fast when going down on you; instead, he takes his time. even when his cock is begging for attention, he loves the taste of you so much so that his mind gets foggy and it's all he can think about.

pussydrunk!könig who starts mindlessly babbling into your neck when hes accidentally fucked himself dumb in the process of trying to do the same to you. who's hips get sloppier and grunts turn to moans when he realizes how fucked out you both are. he promises just one more round but you both know he never means it.

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The domestic life with husband!Ghost, who mellows out at home, but never in bed. If anything, married life spurs him on even further.

Who only feels more comfortable to experiment with you once you’ve tied the knot, sealed the ends and secured the promise of a life together. He might not be too easy to convince in the beginning, but once he lets loose to the edges of pleasure you can push him to? He’s all yours.

Who is obsessed with the title of being yours. You are his other half now, and if you’ve taken his last name he will use it. Call you by your married name in every situation he can: it rolls nicely off the tongue. Will never say it out loud, but he's absolutely gotten hard after hearing you confirm your full name on important phone calls.

Who wears his ring with pride, and loves watching the band press against your skin. He's started choking you with his left hand, just to watch his ring next to your throat, controlling your pleasure. Will also definitely rub at your clit with his left hand too, only a little speed is lost but its made up for in the way the sight riles him up to ruin you.

Who is also enamoured with your ring. Has never came as fast as when you gave him a hand job with your left hand, showing off the ring on your finger as you slid your hand up and down his cock. Something about the claim he's got on you with that ring, something that wont fade like his bruises and bite marks will. The most simple of things get him going now, all you have to do is run those pretty hands over that pretty body of yours and he's ready to pounce.

Who takes sex everywhere. Ghost is simple in the way that he believes the bed is the best place to have sex, but when you settled down and moved in permanently? He made it his mission to make you cum on every surface the house has to offer. Making breakfast in the kitchen? He's lifting you onto the counter and going down on you like a man starved. Getting ready for a shower? He's right behind you, complaining about how small his damn shower is as he fucks you against the glass door. About to leave for work? Come on, let him make you cum on his fingers in the foyer before you leave- your husband is insatiable, and he doesn't doubt you love it.

Who fucks you every night like he did your wedding night: the passion doesnt fade. But he will learn that equal pleasures can be found in a quiet night in with snacks and a movie.

as long as you cockwarm him throughout.

[suimon]

mundane nights with simon riley

he washes your back, you wash his.

there’s something religious in the way you two sit bare in the bath, wet hands foaming each other in silence, fingertips gliding on sleek skin, cleansing.

there’s nothing sexual in the way you lather soap on one another, shampoo each other’s hair, or draw shapes in each other’s flesh with the spumes of body wash.

yet, it is all tender.

intimate. close. real.

he scratches the itches on your back, you knead at his knotted muscles hidden in his shoulders.

hot steam makes your cheeks warm, faces damp, and hearts fonder. he slathers your arms and shoulders with suds while you do the same to his, and he leaves a patch on your shoulder bare, planting a chaste kiss onto it - letting his lips sit for a moment, allowing his kiss to seep into your marrow - before covering it with the rest of the soap.

the air sings from the way your bodies rest in the tub together, rinsing each other’s bodies off.

after all,

you can fuck anyone—but with whom can you sit in water?

[kissitbttr]

nobody understands how you did it.

how you managed to swept him off his feet, breaking the walls he had built pieces by pieces, how the fuck did you get him to be comfortable with you? to be open with you? and only with you.

‘never seen him this happy or loose in a long time, lass. what’s your trick, eh?’ the captain pulls a joke, making the rest of the team laugh. ‘i think I speak for everyone when i say, he never brings a girl out. let alone introducing her to us.’

that one is true. years of being friends with ghost, the captain nor his closest friend ‘soap’ has ever seen him out on a date. they encouraged him though, since there have been so many women tried their ways to get close with the big guy, yet none of them succeed.

the masked men would often just shrug them off and give one hard cold answer. they would back away immediately

“guess i just have my ways” is what you always say. even soap couldn’t register how it happened. he couldn’t figure it out himself, he knows the lad way longer than you do.

they don’t believe you. because there is no way in hell that all you did was to bat your lashes, show him your adorable giggle and he was in. there’s gotta be more to it.

so what is it about you that draws him close? what is it about you that makes ghost’s eyes light up each time you step into the room? what is it about you that makes ghost’s heart skip a beat every time he talks to you?

certainly not because how you’re so patient in getting to know with him, right? not because how you trace his scars ever so lightly and call them pretty every single time he’s doubtful about himself. not because how you console him with ‘I’ve got you, baby’ each night a nightmare comes back to haunt him while rubbing his back soothingly. not because how you shower him with soft, gentle kisses to remind him that your love for him is bigger than anyone could have offered. not because how you understand why he can’t say the three letter words to you, just yet. still, you stick around.

definitely not, right? there’s no way. he’s simon ghost riley. no one or nothing could ever be good enough to make this man come out of his shell. it’s impossible, right? you’ll need a miracle for that.

“love?” you hear a voice calls, along with the sound of keys being tossed into a ceramic bowl. heavy boots thumping against the marble floor,

you step out of the kitchen. long hair tied up into a messy updo, clear frame glasses perched on the bridge of your nose. dressed in one of his favorite sleeping gown as your eyes locked with his brown ones. the balaclava still attached to mask his handsome face.

scarred lips stretch into a smile the moment his beautiful fiancé emerges from the kitchen.

he drops his bag onto the floor, pulling the mask off of him slowly. revealing his disheveled blond hair as he takes slow steps towards you.

“hi, baby” your voice brings him home. no soul could ever take away from him. he longs for that angelic tone each time he gets deployed. three or six months without listening to you speak to him is just insanity.

he’d rather lose his hearing entirely than not having to hear you at all.

he’s quick to embrace you in his arms. your face hiding in the crook of his neck, inhaling that signature scent of his that you had missed, dearly.

“what are you making?” he mumbles into the crown of your hair, giving it a peck before pulling away slightly to take a good look at you. “it smells good”

“your favorite” you kiss his chin, causing his cheeks to redden at the affection. “i even bought those lumpias down the 112th street. i know how much you love them. pretzels bites from the deli for snacks aaand, black pepper beef with rice for your dinner. sounds good?”

simon leans against the doorway as he watches you plate everything. rambling about everything. his smile widens even more at your domestic antics. the way you talk with your hands as you mention another annoying co-worker that keeps bugging you and the way you roll your eyes when a splash of gravy spill from the plate.

truly is a sight.

“why are you looking at me like that?” your lips raise into a curious smile, finger moving a dark lock that sticks into your forehead,

he gives you a small shrug. gaze not leaving you neither does his smile.

“you’re just so beautiful”

something so simple yet it makes your stomach fills with butterflies.

you chew on your lower lip to prevent you from smiling too much, but a hint of blush is dusting your cheeks betrays you.

“come, papi… don’t want the food to get cold now, do we?” you change the subject while you nod your head towards the empty seat across. “eat with me”

the two of you sit there while making a small talk. stealing glances every second. feeding each other’s food. soft laughs fall upon both of your mouths when one make a terrible joke.

something you’d see when two people are in love. c

so yes, the answer to that question. it is possible. because you made it possible. you made it possible for him to love again. even if he had to start all over. you made it possible for him to be vulnerable. you gave him a purpose the moment he thought things were looking bad for him.

he found a solace within your existence.

only you made it possible to bring the simon in him.

vbecause you. are his home

[cmterygrl]

i've never written for soap ever but here's a thought bc im having a revelation

johnny's the type of guy who gives his gf his shoes when she's tired of walking in her heels and he'll walk around in just socks bc he can deal with it, but his partner ?? still walking when her feet are aching ??? absolutely not !!

[cmterygrl]

thinking about... dry humping w/ könig

using his buldge to rub your clothed pussy against, frantically moving your hips to get any type of friction as he holds onto your hips and waist tightly, pressing you down against him just as desperate to feel you. the dampening spot on your underwear starts staining his boxers, his cock twitching against your clit while groans spill past his lips. he's calling you sweet names and rambling in german while absolutely losing his mind at how good this feels — he sees you impatiently moving your hips on top of him and practically starts drooling.