Miou

💜🩷💜Mia, '02, Lebanese💜🩷💜

[miioouu]

All you need is here.... 

Masterlists:

bnha sfw m.list + rules 

bnha smut m.list 

hq m.list

cod m.list

About me + dni + byf

[twolegsandbleeds]

simon riley and his spouse don't wear wedding rings.

work makes it risky for him. you simply don't want anything between your skin and his when he entwines his fingers with yours.

instead, you get matching tattoos. small, black hearts on the inside of your ankles, and identical ones tucked behind his ears - hidden by the mask at work, and by tufts of blonde hair when he's at home.

no dates. no names. nothing that would obviously link the two of you.

now he’s got you folded in a mean mating press - knees crushed to your chest, legs hooked over his shoulders, cock buried as deep as it can go. every thrust makes you whimper, nails biting into his biceps, his breath hot as it fans over your neck. your ankles press against the sides of his head; the hearts tattooed there lining up perfectly with the ones behind his ears - permanent reminders of your favourite position to be in together.

[baobei-bu]

I was supposed to be having fun with my 6th boyfriend but oh well

[luvrdollz]

thigh riding - captain!price

- nsfw . thigh riding . pet names

“so good baby keep going” he praises, taking a drag out of his cigar as you whimper and roll your bare cunt on his thigh, clutching his biceps for dear life as one of his large hands guide your hips

your moans grow louder as you find the perfect angle clit trobbing against the steady pressure. your head tips back, hair falling across your face as price’s hand comes up to cover your mouth

“shhh we don’t want the others to hear, huh doll?” you muffle between his fingers, squeezing your eyes shut as he flexes his muscles beneath you, making your cunt leak more slick onto his trousers

“such a fuckin little mess” he mutters, circling his thumb over your clit adding more stimulation. your cheeks burn from humiliation as you bit your lower lip trying not to make a sound. he presses harder on your clit whilst you rut faster and deeper on his thigh, making your stomach tighten

“price no mor-” you cry out, a low whine tearing its way out of your throat as you release yourself on him. he drags you over his thigh, forcing you to ride the aftershocks as you shudder and shake in his grip, over sensitivity burning through your core. your forehead drops to his shoulder, breath stuttering as the last waves of pleasure leave your body. he slaps your swollen pussy in satisfaction, your body jolting from the contact as you curl into him like a kitten

“that’s my girl” he whispers forcing your chin up, meeting your dazed eyes with his. his lips curl into a smug filthy grin seeing your teary eyes and the prominent wet stain imprinted on his trousers

“lunch times over doll. back out you go” he murmurs after a while, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck as you gather your senses and come back to reality. he leans back on his chair, puffing his cigar as you wince and scramble around trying to make it seem you didn’t ride your boyfriends thigh in the middle of work

this might have been your favourite lunch break yet

[peppermint-toads]

johnny getting so transfixed on the sight of your thong peeking out of your pajama shorts.

you’re both sprawled out on the living room couch, johnny on his back, and you lying stomach down on top of him with your cheek resting on his chest. your knee is hiked up a bit over his hip just enough to be comfortable. he’s holding a book up in the air with one hand.

he’s not the biggest reader, but simon recommended it, and he has trouble saying no to simon.

his other hand explores you absentmindedly. nothing inherently sexual yet. but then he feels the waistband of your thong that had ridden up the curve of your hips from the position you’re in. he calls it serendipitous.

it’s not in a place where it’s bothering you at this point, just a slight bit of pressure. he can’t help but tug the cotton up just a little bit, waiting to see if you’ll flinch.

he pretends he’s still focused on his book when really he lost his place about five minutes ago.

you shift, readjusting and cramming yourself further into johnny’s chest, if that’s even possible at this point.

you murmur a tired “stop it,” and johnny’s hand move up your back and away from your underwear. a few more minutes of johnny pretending to read pass, and you’ve reentered that floaty state between sleep and consciousness.

he feels your breathing even out, and his hand wanders back to the band of your underwear. this time he gives it a firm yank upwards.

you screech, shooting up from his chest, now straddling his hips. you can feel his cock chubbing up through his trousers and groan in disgust.

“ugh! johnny you are such a freak, you know that?” you slap his chest, and he grabs your wrists to stop your swatting before it reached his face.

then you’re storming off, yelling one last “disgusting!” his way.

and so what it makes him harder.

[tojisun]

coming to work with a bullet up your cunt while the controller is with john who, when he's busy—and he makes sure that he is—passes it to his squad and tells them to keep you entertained.

you start to figure out who has the controller from the way that they play with the settings. johnny likes to keep you guessing, never one to stick with a consistent hum of intensity because he's too enraptured with the way that your body goes taut in anticipation only to fall for the faux security of thinking that you've got him figured out. simon likes you squeezing your thighs close and doubled over in your pleasure, unable to even pretend that you're not close to cumming when the toy's pressing on your most sensitive spots. kyle? kyle likes it slow. teasing. torturous. he'd make you go through the whole day feeling the thrum so softly that there are times that you'd forget that you're stuffed, only for kyle to crank it up to the highest setting just before the day ends and when your guard is at its weakest, unable to stop the weak squirt that is forced out of you.

and when you're wrung out by his squad, john doesn't even give you a reprieve. he pulls you to his office, doesn't bother locking the door behind him, and pushes you on his desk, ass up, to scoop the toy out. he takes his sweet time, rubbing the vibrating thing on your walls until you're squirming, trying to escape the feeling of over-sensitivity, only for john to press all of his weight on you and lock you in place. that's how he bullies his cock in, pushing the blunt head past your puffy lips and bottoming out with a satisfied rumble.

[leecantdraw]

Yea idk it just fits him

[chososrightpigtail]

[warmfrequency]

daddy— i mean dad— i mean daddy— i mean !

[neossence]

🏐 "𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑩 𝑿𝑰𝑨," ◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙ nsfw slapping caleb during sex ꗃ .. smut mdni ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ mina says this is so self idulgent idc sfsjdh ⁀ ˳ ⟡

"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?”

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[zpljajaja]

some fresh arts with Ghost

(I completely forgot to show the first one here, it's about two weeks old)

[z3nt5u]

Rawr! Scary BIG boy!

[553580]

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."

[luckieangel]

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

[syllysmot]

My ride is HEREEEE

[iankamanka]

Simon Ghost Riley × Cat

[codpapaya]