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A more free-form writing blog for @wxnheart which is request-only. I might take some requests depending but for the most part, the content is inspired by my ideas and the conversations/thirsts that you lovely people share with me. โค๏ธ
The content posted can and does revolve around 18+/adult/NSFW themes. You've been forewarned! You can just browse at your own discretion and for your, mine, and everyone else's safety, DO NOT INTERACT if you're a minor.
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i am not okay actually. gnawing on the bars of my enclosure rn.
You got two sides, not an option Gotta choose right in And tonight, I decide it
You're good for switching up on him.
And it's intoxicating, addictive, like a fuckin' drug, and heโJesus Christ.
You go from looking up at him, eyes watery and pleading, legs trembling and open, pretty moans falling from pretty lips, trying not to yell the house down as he fucks you to pushing him down, mounting him, riding and milking his dick for everything it's worth, refusing to let him cum before you do, your name a prayer on his lips.ย God, you're so fuckin' beautiful.
He doesn't know how you do it, and he'd be a goddamn liar if he said you didn't have a hold on him.
You have him cornered, back against the wall, caught between that and your soft body pressed against him. You're palming his cock, making it hard, making it strain in his pants, making him bite back a moan.
Fuck.
He runs a thumb over your lower lip; it's not long before you're biting down on it lightly, eyes pleading and yearning, grasp firm and resolute.
Two sides, both stimulating, both his to ruin.
Right where you're meant to be, baby...
You got two sides, not an option Gotta choose right in And tonight, I decide it
You're good for switching up on him.
And it's intoxicating, addictive, like a fuckin' drug, and heโJesus Christ.
You go from looking up at him, eyes watery and pleading, legs trembling and open, pretty moans falling from pretty lips, trying not to yell the house down as he fucks you to pushing him down, mounting him, riding and milking his dick for everything it's worth, refusing to let him cum before you do, your name a prayer on his lips.ย God, you're so fuckin' beautiful.
He doesn't know how you do it, and he'd be a goddamn liar if he said you didn't have a hold on him.
You have him cornered, back against the wall, caught between that and your soft body pressed against him. You're palming his cock, making it hard, making it strain in his pants, making him bite back a moan.
Fuck.
He runs a thumb over your lower lip; it's not long before you're biting down on it lightly, eyes pleading and yearning, grasp firm and resolute.
Two sides, both stimulating, both his to ruin.
Right where you're meant to be, baby...
More Older!reader x Simon Riley
You thought it was just flirtation, a playful element to your and Simon's "friendship", something surface-level and innocent, because the alternative would be admitting that yes, you're deluding yourself and you two have long since crossed just being friends into something... more, yes, you can cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife, and yes, Simon is absolutely undressing you with his eyes whenever he sees you.
And what does all your delusion get you? A flurry of drunken texts courtesy of one Simon fuckin' Riley. Who'da thunk the man had it in him? But he did, and now you're aware of just how delusional you really were.
The shit he sent made your face hot. Freaky bastard started out with
i want you
To which you cheekily replied that he must be drunk (๐), but all that did was open the floodgates.
piss off im drunk and i want you wanna fuck you until i cant wanna make you cum want you under me on top of me sitting on my face wanna taste you every time i lick my lips gonna mark you make you scream my name make you love me fcuk it
Ahahahahaahaohfuck.
Your cheeks are hot, there's something hotter and darker pooling in your stomach, and you're rubbing your legs together some because it's so much better than admitting you're turned on like no one's business. You don't know what prompted you to text him back (stop being delusional, luv), but you did. You told Simon to sleep on this, to really think about what he just sent you, and if you don't hear from him in a day, you two can forget this ever happened, and y'all can go back to flirting and figuratively floating on the Nile like you (and only YOU) have been doing.
Half a day hadn't even gone by before Simon was on your doorstep.
More Older!reader x Simon Riley
You thought it was just flirtation, a playful element to your and Simon's "friendship", something surface-level and innocent, because the alternative would be admitting that yes, you're deluding yourself and you two have long since crossed just being friends into something... more, yes, you can cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife, and yes, Simon is absolutely undressing you with his eyes whenever he sees you.
And what does all your delusion get you? A flurry of drunken texts courtesy of one Simon fuckin' Riley. Who'da thunk the man had it in him? But he did, and now you're aware of just how delusional you really were.
The shit he sent made your face hot. Freaky bastard started out with
i want you
To which you cheekily replied that he must be drunk (๐), but all that did was open the floodgates.
piss off im drunk and i want you wanna fuck you until i cant wanna make you cum want you under me on top of me sitting on my face wanna taste you every time i lick my lips gonna mark you make you scream my name make you love me fcuk it
Ahahahahaahaohfuck.
Your cheeks are hot, there's something hotter and darker pooling in your stomach, and you're rubbing your legs together some because it's so much better than admitting you're turned on like no one's business. You don't know what prompted you to text him back (stop being delusional, luv), but you did. You told Simon to sleep on this, to really think about what he just sent you, and if you don't hear from him in a day, you two can forget this ever happened, and y'all can go back to flirting and figuratively floating on the Nile like you (and only YOU) have been doing.
Half a day hadn't even gone by before Simon was on your doorstep.
Does the misses ever go into possessive territorial feral cat mode when out in public with Si-Bear and sees another woman eyeing him? Like she just hisses and arches her back all menacingly and sinks her claws into Si-Bearโs that screams โMine!โ
The missus doesn't activate her inner gremlin much (except for that one time when Simon had a very persistent admirer). Still, she does wrap an arm around his waist possessively and/or run a hand over that juicy ass of his, might even cop a feel, too.
Soap with dogs!
Gaz with dogs!
Price with dogs!
Ghost with demons! TF 141 with dogs๐ถ It's been a while painting full rendered pieces, enjoyed a lot! Inspired from awesome @yourfaithfulauthor's request.
more older!reader and Simon
It was a local bar you patronized. You only first laid eyes on Simon because he wouldn't. stop. staring. at you. Felt like someone was burning holes in the back of your head, he was staring so hard, and when you finally confronted him about it, asked him why he was staring so hard and so fucking much, (after steeling yourself because the man has a very... penetrating stare, pun intended), all he did was stare a little some more and take a swig of his pint before answering matter-of-factly,
"... 'm wonderin' if you taste as good as you look, sweetheart."
Oh! Oh. ...Oh, fuck.
You weren't expecting that. Made your cheeks hot. You're self-conscious now more than you were about a decade or so ago, but Simon doesn't give a fuck. He likes what he sees, tells you so in so many words, and now the ball's in your court. If you so much as even think about letting it go, he's gonna strike. Keep your guard up, luv.
And that's what eventually happens.
Up until that night, you'd gotten used to Simon's gaze on you. Didn't bother you with small talk, just stared when he and his crew were there. Sometimes, you ignored it, and on other occasions, you met him with a stare of your own, but even you had to admit after some time that it was... kinda intoxicating to be hit with the Come-Fuck-Me stare.
So yeah, you half-heartedly resisted until you didn't, until one night you found yourself in Simon's bedroom, sitting on his face, big calloused hands grabbing and squeezing your ass, and you're riding his tongue with everything you got. Bastard didn't stop even when you were overstimulated to hell and back, and he absolutely would not allow you to touch his dick. In fact, you didn't even see it in all its glory, not until he sent you a picture the next day while you were at home, so spent, still reeling from the night, and god, the cum you saw...
He doesn't fuck you, no matter how much you beg, bitch, or whine, he doesn't fuck you. He worships you, though. Thinks you're a fuckin' masterpiece. Fingers, lips, tongue, all over your body, eating your cunt like a man starved, making you ride his face, covering you in hickeys, hell, even letting you ride his thigh, kiss, and leave hickeys of your own, but not his cock. Never his cock.
Not until you get home, until you see yet another picture, hard and covered in cum, and you're so fuckin' frustrated and aroused and fuck you, Simon. Fuck. You.
And therein lies the problem.
It's one night where your frustration gets the better of you, when you bitch and moan and whine and beg to see his dick, to see it, suck it, ride it, for him to fuck you, to justโwhy?
Simon smirks, smirks and makes you sit there as he takes his pants off, as you see it for the first time, see him, in all his primal glory.
And he makes you watch as he strokes himself, makes you watch as he cumsโright there, luv, right where he wants youโand you moan in aroused desperation. Oh, god...
Why, Simon?
"... 'Cause 'm makin' you want me, baby."
butch/trans!ghost destressing from the day, nursing a ciggie while your face is buried between powerful thighs and enjoying a generous helping of wet cunt.
butch/trans!ghost smirking as you lick and suck that engorged clit like it's the last bloody fuckin' supper.
butch/trans!ghost destressing from the day, nursing a ciggie while your face is buried between powerful thighs and enjoying a generous helping of wet cunt.
I read your latest post and I have people to suggest. I have no scenarios at all, but I have a list of people raring to go lol do any of them appeal to you?๐๐พ
Zuko
Simon!COD
Price!COD
Steve Rogers
Miguel Oโhara
Also hi lol ๐๐พโโ๏ธ
Hullo, hullo.
Yes, they do, hunty. All these men got me thinking some thangs. The Winter Soldier era had me in a whole ass chokehold. You got some thoughts about these delicious ass men?
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Butch!ghost whose built exactly the same as regular ghost, same low rasp of a voice and even longer lashes. Has no direct preference to she/her or he/him, most likely will alternate between the too(definitely enjoys being called boyfriend/husband respectively). Favors a pixie bob if she lets it get long enough before she buzzes it off, and does a little slick back thing if she gets dressed up to take you out to dinner. Manspreads everywhere, even more so when she wears her sweats loose enough to show off the harness for the strap ๐. And speaking of straps, she keeps a collection of both of yall favorites in a neat little drawer. Black nipple piercings that show through her sports bra, sometimes switches to silver so she can see your spit shining on them. Medium bush, shaves if she feels like it, definitively has a happy trail๐โโ๏ธ
I just know kitty clicking with butch!Ghost will be good, I just know it. Holy fucking shit.
STUD!GAZ MEEEOOOWWWWโผ๏ธโผ๏ธโผ๏ธ
Tall and lithe like her male counterpart. Rocks the fade haircut. She has multiple piercings in her ears and an eyebrow slit. Walks around in crop tops and thongs at home, all for your viewing pleasure, beautiful. ๐
You'd be forgiven for thinking she's dominant in bed; nah, our Gaz's as versatile as they come. Very sensual. Baby loves giving pleasure, loves fingering your pretty pussy until you're a pathetic, sobbing mess, meanwhile, she's drinking your gasps and moans with kisses that leave you breathless. She talks you through it every time.
Keeps her kitty nice and trimmed; will keep a patch of hair just for you, darling. Stud!Gaz'll show you, all so you can marvel and make love to her cunt like she does yours.
The one who's a fan of a nice, girthy double-ended dildo because there's nothing sexier than fuckin' each other and watching the other lose it.
She's not opposed to being sucked and fucked six ways to Sunday, either. In fact, please do it, darling.
And to be sandwiched between you and butch!Ghost? Fuck yes.
loser!simon with a tongue piercing come save me from my dead end internship please
He gets it on a whimโit's your fault, really. You put the idea in his mind because why not complete the bad boy trifecta? Dark ink, dark lungs, and a dark piercing. It's a shiny black stud, sitting right there on that fat tongue of his, and you're intrigued. For once.
Mm. Look at your loser going outside his comfort zone. Or some shit like that.
And you reward him handsomely. It's two of your fingers, coated in your juices, and Simon sucks on them, never taking his eyes off you. He tastes them, tastes you, and you hum in satisfaction as his tongue makes sweet love to your fingers and the stud glides smoothly over your skin.
