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All you need is here....
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About me + dni + byf
daddy— i mean dad— i mean daddy— i mean !
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"Please," he was begging, hips shallowly thrusting against your plump ass, his large hands gently pinning your legs down against your chest to fold you in half. He was desperate, so down bad, and so fucking hard. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes half lidded, and mouth agape to gasp for little breaths of air, looking on the verge of busting inside of you but edging himself to prolong the pleasure.
“Y-you’re gross..” you gasped out softly, resting back on your forearms, closing one eye and moaning when he thrusted just deep enough to hit that spongey spot. Eyes glazing over his needy face, as you tried to look as annoyed.
His thrusts only got quicker and more shallow, shameless whimpers spilling free from his lips as he nodded. “more… c’mon, insult me, slap me, hit me…” he whined, groaning out when he felt your tight pussy squeeze around him. Walls clamped down around his dick, “f-fuck… fuckfuckfuck…” he moaned quietly, as he bit down on his bottom lip and moved his hips much slower, knowing he was about to cum any second now.
“You’re dumb, a-annoying, arrogant, and you think you own me,” you whined and rattled off, stuttering from his thrusting cock, looking at him with tense eyes. That was before you pouted, and leaned up just a little, moving one of your arms quickly.
SLAP!
His breathing hitched, a red mark blooming on his stinging cheek. The room going quiet after your slap, but you didn’t seem sorry or bothered. Laying back down when you felt his dick twitch inside of you, whining softly. His eyes traced back into your naked body beneath him, gaze darkening and tongue pressing against the inside of the cheek you had slapped. He let out a shameless moan before grabbing your thighs tighter and pushing them apart roughly.
“Fuck. You’re so hot.”
Unable to hold back anymore, he sped up his thrusts, lifting his hips back and slamming against your plump ass fast and hard. Squeezing his eyes shut and furrowing his eyebrows, mouth agape in a silent moan. His hips thrusted erratically, your bedroom filled with the creaking of the bed, your moans, and the sound of his hips going “plap! plap! plap!”
He threw his head back, “a-agh..!” moaning out as his hips stuttered, when he finally came deep inside your pussy. Hot, sticky cum flooding your hole as you whimpered and squirmed, body aching and tired.
His hips began to gently roll when his orgasm subsided, looking down at you lustfully. His left hand moving to your inner thigh and thumb gently rubbing and swirling over your clit.
“Wanna pull my hair as I eat you out?”
© 𝑵𝑬𝑶𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 ★ do not copy, translate, or republish my work, do not use for ai training.
some fresh arts with Ghost
(I completely forgot to show the first one here, it's about two weeks old)
Rawr! Scary BIG boy!
something something newly divorced professor price insisting on you coming to his 'office hours' at his home so he can bend you over the big leather couch (that his now ex-wife is actively trying to take) and slide his still-ringed finger in and out of your pussy as he shushes your protests of 'we shouldn't be doing this'
"won't be any trouble if you don't make any, sweetheart. nobody's got to know. now relax, need t'open up your tight little cunt a bit more so it doesn't pinch my cock right off."
when they begin to fuck you a little harder because you’re starting to go a little dumb, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you grip their body and breathily say their name
My ride is HEREEEE
Simon Ghost Riley × Cat
been in need of medical assistance since i envisioned post-time skip semi eita's mouth needing to be surgically removed from your panties in the green room backstage after a concert. he's not even doing it for you, he needs it for his own brain to reset from the adrenaline after being on stage, you can tell by the way his eyes are drooping and he's moaning with it, his calloused fingertips digging into the meat of your thighs. he's not stopping until the cotton is sopping wet and you're entirely overstimulated and tugging at his hair. rat bastard.
Simon Riley likes ponytails. Long or short, curly or straight, braided or loc'd, doesn't matter, so long as it's enough to pull on, to wrap round his wrist and tug, force you back on his cock again and again, face angled to heaven, mouth craned open in pleasure as you bounce your happy ass against his groin, grind your pulsing clit against the wiry hair below his shaft. It's a thing for him, bad enough that just the sight of you putting your hair up, hairband in-between your teeth has him throbbing against his zipper. Desperate enough to leave with nary a word, slamming the stall door shut to fist himself, abuse himself to the thought of you. Choke up tight on his cock til the head turns purple, coming so hard his back caves in.
Safe to say he's a fan.
big soft man who holds you gently yet tightly by the hips because he’s afraid his thrusts might be a little too much for you, and he’s teetering on the fine line of holding composure or making sure it’s not too much for you
Mini Skirts
Um hello? welcome to my yearly post :) honestly been feeling like getting back into writing, it's been ages since I've written anything tho, so if anyone has any idea, slide right into my inbox, might motivate me :)
Tw: suggestive, fem!reader, age gap if you squint
Wc:300+
Your fingers itch at your sides, feeling nervous as you sense a pair of eyes scanning you from head to toe as if he's inspecting you… and let's be real, he is.
John’s fingers trace over your waist as he circles you, purposely blowing the smoke in your face, making you cough and huff, waving your hand around as to not let the smell of cigar cling on your outfit. It's a nice outfit; a cute shirt, a shade of blue that flatters you, brightens you, and a denim mini skirt ...well for the old man, it's more of a micro skirt, the way it barely covers your ass, exposing your thighs to the world. And he'd be jealous, but you look so good, so pretty and perfect that he'd feel bad and selfish for keeping that sight all for himself.
“Where are you going, sweetheart?” and here is when the real interrogation starts. It’s always like that whenever you go out at night without him, he drowns you in questions and although he gets all his answers, he’ll keep spamming your phone, just making sure you're safe. You're not sure if it's cute or borderline possessive, but you don't argue with him too much, learned that it's easier to answer his questions directly, where, with who, will there be alcohol, when are you coming back, do i need to pick you up? It's a routine now, memorized it by heart.
He hums when he's satisfied with his answer, pulling you closer for a gentle embrace “Be safe, call me if something happens” He murmurs against your hair, pressing tender kisses to your cheeks, a contrast to his rough hands, palming and pawing at your ass. He pulls away slightly, bending down to be eye level with you, his fingers, calloused and harsh against the smooth skin of your thighs, reach under your so called skirt, pulling down your panties before pocketing them “Mini skirts are meant to be worn with nothing beneath, love. Didn't I teach you better?” He straightens up then, landing a soft spank to you ass before tunring away “Have fun, sweetheart.”
older bf!simon riley who has a nasty corruption kink but has to hold himself back around his virgin/inexperienced partner.
He's practically vibrating with need when he steps into your apartment, forcing himself to be gentle with you when he places a kiss on your cheek, not trying to shove his tongue in your throat and lick at your molars.
And now he's lying in your ridiculous bed with you asleep in his big, burly arms, who even needs this many pillows and blankets, are you really that cold? Poor Simon's balls are so tight and heavy from just a little bit of cuddling and kissing, but he'd never wake up his sweet love and ask you for help. No, he has to take it slow with you, let you set the pace and come to him when you want.
Also, he already knows the first time he finally gets his hand on you, it's not gonna last very long, his swollen tip spurting thick ropes of cum inside your warm, wet hole only after sinking in an inch :(
Now Simon has to go to work without cumming after visiting his lovely partner.
His cock is in a permanent semi-chub on base, his balls so fat and heavy with cum that was meant for you. Poor guy is just grunting and growling at everyone, acting like a proper bitch on base, barking out orders and making the rookies run extra laps for even looking at him.
Even poor Soap is walking on eggshells seeing how agitated and cranky Simon is, watching him adjust himself in his jeans.
Simon's gotta take 5 to furiously jerk off in the bathroom, staring at a picture of you he keeps in his wallet :)
16.Kinktober HIGH PROTOCOL
♡ TW: hookup-app, misogyny, non-reader-related slut-shaming, BDSM-play, masochist reader
♡ FEM reader
He’d been at the hookup-app game for a while now—become as seasoned at it as he is addicted. Learned the trade and made it a way of life. It’s not much different from going grocery shopping. And now that he knows it all like the back of his hand, he can easily tell which grocery stores to steer clear of or what products are cheap or expired.
He’s found that the trick to the game isn't simply browsing the aisle to find the best-looking slut, but to look for the amateurs—the low-marketed homemade ones sold at the cute little wooden stand outside the commercial megastore. The innocents. The newbie above the huntress.
And after finding these off-brand first-timers, you should always wait just a bit before engaging. That’s how you weed out the wolves in sheep's clothing and fish out the actual shy little lambs. Those cuties that don't dare be the first ones to text. Those who would rather sit and wait idly by the phone for hours in such adorable hopeful suspense for him to introduce himself.
And after said introductions, one ought to text them for a while. Ask questions and gauge their worth before even mentioning any interest of your own. Like a doctor’s check-up. See if they’re decent.
And if they truly are decent, nonsexual texting will help in really hooking them, where the wait makes them all twitchy to get to the good stuff. Which in turn makes them less volatile, less prone to running off on him when the time finally comes.
Don't get him wrong, though… He likes sluts.
But there’s a big difference between good-girl sluts and bad-girl sluts.
There are thousands of bad-girl sleazy cum-guzzling nasty sluts, but good-girl yes-daddy of-course-daddy sweet innocent sluts are few and far between. And he values quality over quantity.
And this one. This one was quality.
SEVEN MINUTES IN... ── ATSUMU MIYA
SYNOPSIS ⸝⸝⸝ when the bottle ends up between you and atsumu, suna enforces a change of rules where seven minutes in heaven must be done in a toilet stall.
TAGS ⸝⸝⸝ oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex, quickie, dirty talk, praise, degradation, extreme sexual tension, both suna and atsumu are menaces, very messy sex, slight voyeurism, creampie
CHLO'S NOTE ⸝⸝⸝ suna is kinda ooc i just knowww he dgaf
WORD COUNT ⸝⸝⸝ 4.2k