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@secretsynthetic
I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS
hi!!
synth/naomi, 21, woc
i take 30 years to respond to dms and asks, i’m not ignoring you i’m just scared
masterlist here, ao3 here, and pronoun page here!!
i do consume and occasionally reblog dark content, so please heed the tags!!!
i am a Fat Girlie ™️ writing for the fats 🫶
I AM ANTI-AI AND I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING PUT THROUGH AI OR TURNED INTO A CHAT BOT
more below the cut!!
I'm for sure on the same page hinestly...genuinely took like a two month break, came back, and I just want to leave again bc idek what's going on with people rn but I'm ✨over it✨
right i’m so sick of just. idk. i don’t wanna get too specific bc i am trying to be a mature adult so all i’ll say is Terrible Vibes On The Dash… thankfully not from my mutuals <3 but i unfollowed and blocked a bunch of ppl and i only followed 40 ppl in the first place LMAO
idk. my life has enough negativity without (gestures vaguely). maybe time for another break, which would be hilarious, because i didn’t post anything of substance since my last break.
sorry im horny so im going to hornify your post :/ does nikolai like when bassethound!reader ties her ears up to go down on him, or does he like when her sad puppy eyes are peeking through her floppy ears to look up at him?? is he holding her ears manually???? is he playing with them??? i feel so urgently horny about this im sorry -@captainpriceslilwife
Legit man…. I’m crazy about it too
He likes all of the above, but I think his favorite is handling them himself. Playing with them, holding them back to see her puppy eyes, rubbing them and massaging them gently… he doesn’t even really care what happens to his dick at that point. He’s happy for you to use it like a pacifier.
He loves how they splay against the pillow when he’s got you in missionary. He loves how they move and sway a little when you’re bouncing on his cock. He loves holding one gently between his teeth when he takes you from behind. He likes when you try to use them to hide your face when you’re getting embarrassed by how he ruthlessly dirty talks you.
its so embarrassing to ask about this, but thoughts about rough and humiliating sex !virgin reader with John Price, who is surprised at how his innocent and modest darling is depraved in bed, filled my head..... (John likes it)
You know I do have some thoughts about this. Hope you don’t mind if I twist your prompt around a little.
Also uhm. I went crazy. Don’t look.
cw: dacryphilia, virginity/innocence kink, use of the word daddy, dubcon (?), humiliation
So I think John has been there for the birth of many whores. By that I mean he’s fucked a lot of women who just didn’t know getting fucked could feel like that, and suddenly wanted that all the time. And for sure I think he has an innocence kink. A bit of corruption going on. The idea that he’s the only man that exists in your sexual history… it appeals to him. So when he shoves his cock in you, ramming your cervix and pinching your mouth open so he can spit in it, and you moan like a bitch in heat? For your first time? He loves that. And he’s not gonna let you ruin your track record by running off to some guy who’ll just disappoint you. He’ll be keeping you close.
But on the flip side. Reader who acts like a little minx. Always flirting and making filthy jokes. Talking about how much she loves older men. But it’s all talk, and John can tell— he’s calling her bluff.
Is there a popular stereotype that you’re never beating the allegations of?
(For example I’m a woman and a horrible driver 😬)
Is there a popular stereotype that you’re never beating the allegations of?
Yes
No
You just know Price goes feral when Nik's bulking. Walking up behind him to slide his hands up over his belly, nails raking over his fur and his plush, teeth sinking slowly into his shoulder as Price rubs his dick against Nik's fuller arse.
He's stupid horny; dumb, so, so hard. It's like Nik's extra size, his extra strength, unlocks a new level of libido in his psyche.
He can come by dry humping Nik's thigh with Nik's big hand in his hair, or around his throat; Price's blue eyes rolling back as he kneads at Nik's belly and thick tits, moaning loudly when Nik's thumb slides into his mouth for him to suck, showing off his talent if only for the chance to have Nik's cock next.
Nik takes full advantage, of course. Faced with such a handsome plaything, so eager to please who wouldn't?
thinking about that drag queen soap fic again
Happy full moon to all the werewolf fuckers out there, hope you have a productive run through the woods while that thing chases you dick first
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the idea that the UK may have survived most of the apocalypse in the walking dead........that was john price's doing
Correct!!
sugar!daddy simon, who can’t help but love your pussy as much as you love his money
you inspect, turning your hand over in something of disgust. nails grown out in a months retention, desperate to be cleaned up with a fresh new set. the deep red, inches from your untrimmed cuticle. it has you rolling your eyes, has your lips jutting in an sweet pout as your run the very hand through the thick of his dusty blonde hair.
“need a manicure, si,” you puff in a heightened whine. your not even paying him any mind, bringing your other hand to your face to flick at edges of your smooth acrylic, rolling your eyes at the soft chips round the lip of the nail.
“whatever you want, baby,” he’s speaking against the slick of your pussy, smoothing his tongue over you before he’s sucking the pretty bud of your clit into his mouth again, smoothing his tongue before flicking and playing round with you.
“maybe that new bag? y’know how much i love my pink bags.” and you’re giggling, pressing your toes into his shoulder blades. and simon does know in fact, with the countless other ones he’s bought you, there’s a few collecting dust, ones you’d never even touched, only looked over.
“anything you want, it’s yours, bunny.” and he’s practically speaking to your drooling cunt at this point, hand curling around the soft arch of your pretty foot. dipping his thumb into the bow, just to hear that soft giggle and giddy moan.
he’s letting his teeth clip, biting gently and pressing his nose into you, heady with the breaths of you. he’s practically dizzy of your sweet pussy, and you pay him no mind, only a few tugs at his hair, only gentle breaths. you’re practically shooing him away, and he loves it, it makes him work his tongue faster, eating at your pussy like some starved man.
spit drips from his lips as more demands spill from yours. it shouldn’t get him off, the way you want to spend all of his money, the way you practically use him completely. making him burrow his face in your glossy pussy, making him spend thousands, but he gets off on it. he likes being used, he likes the way you demand from him. and if he can provide, why not?
mmm okay i hate it but whatever enjoy loves
the idea that the UK may have survived most of the apocalypse in the walking dead........that was john price's doing
Okay guys it's the piss kink post but you have to PROMISE to be normal. We dont kink shame here!!
Anyways wolf!soap and human!reader whos very much a social butterfly. You chat with anyone who will listen, and people love u, right? The only thing it ur a bit oblivious to the way other wolves look at u, a bit too hungry, a bit too eager. In ur mind its a non-issue, bc ur with soap and you can just tell them so, right?
Wrong. It is very much an issue in soaps opinion bc everyone should know that ur his just from ur scent. Except humans dont keep scent as well as wolves so no matter how much he stuffs u full and covers u with cum, the scent is gone in a few days. So he comes up with a better plan.
Brings it up to u one night after fucking ur brains out, pressed against ur back and cock still wet. You just chuckle and agree, you knew what u were signing up for when you got with soap of all people. What you dont expect is for just how humiliating soap makes it.
First he has u cockwarm him with ur mouth for hours, which never fails to get u in a floaty headspace. Then he drags u to the bathroom by the scruff and bullies you into the tub (easy cleanup) and just fucking, stands over you with a grin. His pupils are blown as his takes his heavy cock in one hand and aims it at ur face, snorts when u flinch at the stream.
Its heady, and warm, and disgusting. Hes telling you how gross you are for getting off on it, how youre too stupid to tell him off even if u hate it. All the while his inner wolf is running in circles at finally claiming u as his territory. Maybe jerks off over you a few times just to add to the filth.
Ofc he only makes u lay in it for an hour or two before washing off, gotta make sure u still reek of him later <3
Your neighbor, a carpenter that's been helping you fix up with house you just bought in the secluded small town surprising you one day when he shows up at your door nearly panting, as if he is fighting to hold himself back.
"Darlin' I'm gonna be needing you to close those windows. Only so much a man can do when a pretty lady is making the whole block smell like heaven in heat."
You are way too slow on picking up what he means even as he pushes you through the door pinning you to the wall, his fingers flexing, is he growing claws?
"Moving to a supernatural town was already risky. Not being on anything to stop you from smelling like everything in a mile should come an' breed you? That's just foolish."
You try to ask what he means, you were relocated here for work, you knew nothing about the town but he stops you. Makes the words and questions die in your throat when he grabs your wrist with a vise like grip, those were definitely claws, bringing your hand up to his face and inhaling deeply. You go instantly red, he can't possibly smell the fact that you were just knuckle deep in yourself moments before be came pounding on your door.
"Please. Tell me I can taste you." He pants, his teeth growing longer, his fingers ending in what are definitely claws, his body seeming to grow.
You'll definitely need to talk to your main office about being relocated into a shifter town without warning. But who are you to say no to this when the bear shifter next door asked so nicely.
Airing Simon Riley
He’s such a baby. And he can’t text.
Simon isn’t really big on texts. The occasional love heart sent your way between clashes while he’s deployed. When he’s home, a funny video or two. Perhaps a cheeky sext when you’re working late.
You always message him though. Thoughtfully thinking of little ways to brighten his day, a photo of a pansy with little patterned black and white leaves turning to the sun, or a picture of your coffee shared with the hope he’ll be home soon.
Does Simon relish the thought of your virtual offerings? Probably not. But still, you miss him. Even a picture of you in your nicest bra and panties might only get a cursory “I’ll take em off with my teeth later…” if he’s feeling frisky.
It’s fine. Really it is. Until the inside of your lip is chewed and anxiety starts to gather in the seams of your mind. One of your friends tells you it’s odd he has no social media, that it’s a red flag his digital footprint is bathed in shadows and secrets. No school reunion photos, or any evidence he exists at all.
But you suffer in silence. Until one day, you don’t text him good morning, or goodnight. The day spans silently between you both, quietly confirming that nagging doubt that he really isn’t interested in the cat that sometimes visits the entryway of your apartment.
Strange how that lack of something can be so loud. It echos, rings in all the corners of your psyche that wanted to be reassured. Only when you’re deep within the cave of isolation, do you realise how honestly you miss the light of the sun.
Two days pass. A full bloody moon rises and begins to blink across your living room, before you hear the slam of the front door. It makes you jump, twitching in your skin as though you’re suddenly uncomfortable in it. A heavy bag is deposited somewhere on the floor, while the metal on it twinkles innocently in the low light.
One heavy boot step, then another.
“Hi!” You smile at him softly.
Simon just glares at you, dark brown eyes seething pits. Two thick arms get crossed over his chest, the greyscale, faded ink under his skin bristling. His hair is tousled, the usual buzz cut a little grown out. Shadows wedged beneath hollowed sockets reminiscent of things that weigh heavily, more than one lifetimes worth of grief to bear.
“I didn’t expect you this early…” Trying again seems logical, even though the sternness in his face should raise alarm. Simon lets out a short chuffing nose, rolling his shoulders along with those ash framed, whiskey coloured irises.
Blinking at him, you wait.
“There’s dinner in the—”
“Is it over?” He rasps, quietly before you can finish. You notice then that he’s paler than usual, his freckles dotted against milky skin.
“Huh?! Is what over?” Perplexed, your mouth opens with a pop.
“Us - this.” Simon gestures between you jerkily, heavyset and blunted fingers that could eclipse yours shaking slightly. “This your way of finishin with me?”
You’re so shocked, for a second all you can do is look blank. Simon sniffs like he’s holding himself together with brute force and clenched teeth. His hand falls to his side limply, jaw working as though chewing something intensely unpleasant.
“You didn’t text me.” He grunts finally, when you’ve caught a few flies through sheer incredulity. “Two days I ain’t had a peep. Not of the cat or nothin. Expected a fucking dear John letter left on the kitchen counter.”
He actually scuffs his boots on the floor restlessly, a little boy about to throw an almighty tantrum. Usually he’s so restrained, operating under a fine layer of almost icy disregard. His bottom lip pouts and the wild urge to giggle makes you clench your own teeth.
“You like my cat pictures?!” It’s about the only thing you can manage to leverage off your tongue.
“Yeah I do actually.”
“Oh, I didn’t realise…”
“Like anythin you send me. Specially tha voice notes n’ videos.” Finally the truth starts to unravel, while you both gaze at one another. “Have I fucked up? Why ain’t you been talkin to me?”
“Well…I wasn’t sure if you even read them to be honest! Also it gets boring having a one sided conversation sometimes Simon!” Defensiveness leeches into your tone, while he tilts his head, the scar slicing through his upper lip drawn tight.
“Alright. What do I have to reply then?”
“Pardon?”
“What do I have to reply to get you to send more?” Earnestly he stares at you, and the desire to laugh madly starts to make your throat hurt.
“Are you being serious?!”
“Deadly.” He replies without hesitation.
“You don’t have to reply! But just a thumbs up emoji would do fine.”
“How do I do tha?” He frowns at you, brows knitting in the middle. “Send ya a photo or somethin of my hand?”
You can’t hold it in anymore, a snort of laughter escapes and bubbles in the air. Once that’s out, several more follow, until he looks entirely hurt at the sound of it.
“Don’t fuckin laugh. M’all pent up. Been worried sick about it.”
“Oh my fucking god Simon come here!”
He doesn’t even take off his boots, crawling into your lap on the couch, resting his head on your chest like a huge, black clad weighted blanket.
“I wouldn’t leave you a letter on the kitchen counter.” You tell him gently, while his breathing regulates. “I’d FaceTime you at least before I posted my key through the letterbox.”
“S’not funny.” He mumbles and gradually your laughter subsides.
“Don’t ever think I ain’t interested in you. S’been shite wakin up without your messages.”
“I’m sorry! You can have all the cat pictures you want going forwards!”
“Slip a few of you in ya knickers in too, ta?”
simon (flirting): i saw a deer while i was driving home. its hind legs were shattered and it was sitting by the curb, helpless and waiting. it must have sprung across the road as a car was coming; someone must have hit it and not killed it. other cars must have passed, only lending it sympathizing sighs and gasps. it sat there, making piteous attempts to get up, limp back legs failing to move with the rest of its body. they dragged and sagged on the pavement. i pulled over and walked up to the deer, watching as it yelped and tried to pull from me. she cried when i tried to calm her by stroking her back, shushing her as my other hand went for the knife on my belt. she reminded me of you. i put her out of her misery before she could understand.
forgive me father for i have not locked in
