AN: sorry it has been so long. Life got in the way.
You are old friend of Simon's, who he always visits when he is comes back home on leave. During one of your visits, he notices the new bracelets you won during a hen night. Knowing what the colours were always rumoured to mean, Simon snaps one, wondering what you will do. You decide to play along, due to your long-time crush you have on him.
Glittery Pink - willing to "flash" a body part
I drove her to my house, wanting her date to be left standing on her front step, wondering why she wasn't answering her texts or her door.
Her and I were kissing along the small walk-way I have, my hands only leaving her body once to grab my keys and get us inside.
The moment my front door was closed, I had her back against the door, my hands gripping her ass as I lifted her off her feet.
She squealed into the kiss wrapping her legs around my waist as I walked us to my bedroom.
This kiss was the most intense kiss we have shared between the two of us.
I sat on the side of my bed, her in my lap, just like how she was in my car.
My hands roamed her body as she clung on to me.
Even though she was in my lap, I needed more of her.
I wanted more of her.
I wanted her to consume me.
"Simon." She whined as I started to kiss down her neck, nipping and sucking on her skin.
My name falling from her mouth always sounds like music to my ears, but with her little whines and gasps, it sounded like heaven.
I grasped her hands in mine, running my hand along the jelly bracelets, wondering which one to snap.
Already wanting to add each colour to my small collection of the ones I have already snapped from her.
"Seriously Si? Go on, pick one." She said as she started to grind down on me, but I needed her to slow down, so I snapped one.
Glittery Pink - willing to "flash" a body part.
"What part?" She asked once she saw the colour.
I have always wanted to see her tits.
"Tits." I simply said, leaning back slightly so she can do what she needs to do to show me them.
I have dreamed of this moment alot more than I care to admit.
"Help me Si." She didn't have to ask me twice.
I slowly pulled down the zipper of her dress.
Kissing the skin I have never kissed before.
Once the top of her dress was down enough, I slid the dress down her shoulders, watching it pool at her waist.
My mouth kissed the skin of her tits that were popping out of her bra, my hand groping the one I was not kissing.
I went back and forth, groaning into her chest as she continued to grind in my lap.
She suddenly reached behind her, and took off her bra.
I have seen alot of tits in my time, but hers, hers I have been waiting for.
I gently wrapped my lips around her nipple, and started to suck.
My hand once again gropping her now, bare chest.
Her hands were in my hair, holding my face against her chest.
"Oh Simon." She sighed, her back arching into me.
I stood up with her in my lap, turning to place her on my bed.
I starred down at her, palming myself through my pants, as I watched her tits bounce slightly.
Just as I was about to crawl on top of her and have her scream my name so loud, that I will get noise complaints.
I heard a knock on my front door.
Then I heard Johnny's big fuckin' mouth.
"Come on Simon. The match is about to start."
I groaned as I placed my head against her naked chest.
The mood killed by a Scottish man who I would 'accidentally' hurt during our next training exercise.
"I'm sorry love. I forgot about the lads coming over to watch some rugby." I grumpily said as I pulled away from her body.
"It's okay Si." It wasn't okay, but it would have to be for now.
I helped to get her back to looking proper. I threw on a t-shirt as I walked toward the front door.
"I'll go out the side door. I called a friend to come and get me." She said.
I must have made a face.
"It is Ginny. She doesn't live far, and I invited her over for movies and food. The guy cancelled on me when I didn't show up."
As I kissed her cheek goodbye, I couldn't help the smirk that came over my face.
I even opened the door, not as grumpy as I could have been.
In came Gaz and Johnny, with pizza and drinks in hand.
As we watched the game, mh mind kept drifting to earlier.
Her in my lap in the car as I fingered her.
Her breasts in my hands.
The noises she made as I sucked on her gorgeous tits.
Shit, I needed more of her.
Glittery Clear (18+) ♥︎ Clear (18+) - coming soon
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You were a woman in need. You read blogs from sex workers, spiritual guides and self-titled alpha men on how to get a man. How to make him crawl back. And pay again and again.
The Russian operator Nikto was the scariest of the mercenaries. None of the sex workers approached him and he didn't seek them out either. He was a leader and an individualist, you could tell. You may have given a free handie so you could find Nikto’s information.
Nothing about his childhood, but there's three major details that would help in your plan. One, he was serving the country. Two, he was tortured and deformed by Victor Zakhaev. And three, he had acute dissociative disorder yet the madman just went back to work after recovering from the torture. No mental hospital, no therapy, not even a psychiatrist visit. So he was a volcano waiting to erupt. And as men tend to be, he probably isn't aware.
He was cold-blooded with a hint of dark wittiness. Dostoevsky would be inspired by him and write another 500 page novel based on a single moment with him. Or maybe you were becoming obsessed and delusional. It wasn't a job anymore. It was a passion.
You would kill him if it meant you could rip off that goddamn mask and see how his face looks. To see if his hair was ash blonde, brunette, black, or your favorite color for him. You theorized that the deformity must be around his nose, since he spoke well and his eyes seemed regular. You would risk being ripped to pieces just to pour eye drops on those poor irritated eyeballs.
Very super mega random self insert w Ghost and Soap lmfao. I was like hmm what would it be like if i were on a plane w em? It’d be probably be hell for Ghost but thats okay hes been through worse. For anyone that doesn’t understand my awful handwriting it says “watching a bad flight movie with no sound”
I’ve seen those COD self-shipping posts about how the reader is pregnant and the boys ship off. It’s a cool premise, love the drama.
But hear me out. What if the COD boys refuse to touch the reader before they go because they’re scared to leave them like that? To not have to go through any of their pregnancy alone?
I just finished my long term sketchbook (took me 3 years to finish) and I'm posting my last 3 artfilled pages here
+closeups under the cut
Also, small ramble. I'm actually really proud of this sketchbook (I mean I am of all of my sketchbooks but for now this one in perticular is my pride and joy). And all because I started to relax and once again draw more freely, mostly for my eyes and joy. I'm being cringe, I'm feeding myself with my own art and happy with it. And the last 2 pages reflect that, I filled them with indulgent selfship art of Nikto and my self insert.
