I Would Love To Find Someone To Love And Just Have Them Love For Me And My Dog.
I would love to find someone to love and just have them love for me and my dog.
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I swear there's times -like now- where I want to go up into to the mountains and have a cabin with a garden, animals, herbs and so on. I was meant to be an old mountain witch.
Y/N: He said he likes to play catch so I asked him if he wants to catch these hands. He said yes, so I fucking hit him. What is the problem???
Ghost: You hit a general of the United States Army in front of the United States President and the Queen of England. How do you not see the problem?
Y/N: Is it because I assaulted him in front of two world leaders?
Ghost: YES IT’S BECAUSE—
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I just know that Simon Riley wants his face sat on🤭
nsfw below the cut 🪷 mdni
You'd always been a little shy when it came to sex, understandably so considering that your boyfriend was a real life Adonis, some kind of cruelly beautiful deity come to taunt you for your prudishness. Obviously, you and Simon had done it, you'd fucked countless times when he came back from deployments or frustrated from debriefings gone bad, but it was always, for lack of a better word, tame. You'd always assumed, given his past, that he wouldn't be down to have sex, period. The beginning of your relationship was a minefield of navigating boundaries and understanding the complexity of the beautiful man you got to share your bed with. What you foolishly failed to recognise, however, is that whist you subconsciously saw Simon as wounded, he saw your fragility as clear as day, like a ripple under the surface of clear water.
He'd aways been so impossibly gentle with you, even when you'd wanted things differently, too afraid to ask him and send Simon spiralling back into that dark place he'd only recently been pulled from.
"Want you to fuck my face." Simon's deadpan voice snaps you from your reverie, brings you back to where you lay sprawled and waiting in the centre of your shared bed.
"I'm sorry?" You barely manage to splutter, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at where he sits patiently between your knees, not even needing to look down to your panties to know that your cunt is already dripping.
"Fuck, love." The sound of his exasperated sigh makes you feel like you've done something wrong, but the almost pained crinkle of his eyes confuses you. "You need me to spell it out? I'd like you to sit on my face and let me eat you out." Simon's words make you choke, jaw hanging agape as you process the fact that not only is he willing to take such a step in your sexual relationship, but also that he's so seemingly comfortable with the idea of you essentially fucking his face. Sure, he's eaten you out before, but never in such a compromising way. "Are you -" A soft kiss being placed to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh is enough to silence you as you look down at Simon practically grovelling between your legs.
"If you don't want to, you can say no, baby." "It's not that I don't want to. I just don't want to - fuck." You huff, slumping back against the mattress with a sigh as you struggle to find the words you need to express the way you feel. "You don't want to fuck?" He smirks wickedly at you, one hand still cradling your outer thigh as he presses his cheek to the warm skin, trying to lighten the mood. Ease you up a bit. "Simon." "Tell me what you're thinking. I'll make it make sense." God he's always so unbearably patient. It almost has you in tears.
"I just - I'm not so confident with stuff like that, you know? I mean it took us six months of having sex for me to even feel comfortable enough to ride you. Now you want me to sit on your face?"
Simon's eyes soften at your reasoning, and he practically drags himself up the bed until he's face to face with you, propping himself up on his elbows to stare down at your face, so beautifully flushed and bashful.
"If you don't want to do it, that's fine, but I need you to know, that I look at you and get hard okay? You're the most beautiful thing I've seen. Ever. If I died by being suffocated between your legs? Fuckin' kill me already, yeah?"
His words have you giggling softly as you play with his hair, distracting yourself from the burning arousal in the pit of your tummy.
"Okay." You nod, slowly, meeting his eye to make sure that he sees you're serious. "You don't have to say yes if you're not sure." "I'm sure, but can we go slow?" "Of course, baby. We can do whatever you feel comfortable with."
It doesn't take long for you to be sat nervously on Simon's hips, clothes piled on the floor, discarded in order for you to sit naked atop him, bottom lip pulled nervously between your teeth. "Do I just -" You point awkwardly between the general vicinity of your cunt to Simon's face, heart fluttering when you catch the way he gazes up at you like some sort of statue, some masterpiece. "Mhm." He nods slowly, pupils blown impossibly wide, the chocolate of his gaze turning almost entirely black. You feel his massive palms take your hips, guiding you up to your knees before settling your slick cunt just over his face.
"Sit." He grunts when he doesn't immediately feel the press of you against his mouth, his nose barely touching your puffy clit. "What if I hurt you?" "I'll let you know. Now, sit." Before you know it, his fingers are digging into your hips, leaving you gasping at the suddenly overwhelming sensation of his entire lower face stuffed against your pussy.
"Holy sh-" You whine, already beginning to roll your hips in search of stimulation, all whilst Simon gives a contented hum which rumbles through you and has you clenching around nothing. His hands guide your hips in their rhythm as his tongue licks a flat stripe between your wet folds, leaving you stuttering and your eyes rolling back, all whilst you grip onto his hair like of you let go he'll disappear entirely.
He sets a languorous pace with his tongue, eating at you like you're his final meal, hands digging firmly at the meat of your ass whilst he uses the slight bump at the bridge of his nose to press up against your clit, making you dizzy. Whilst he uses both hands to guide you, you use the hand not tangled into his hair to roll a hardened nipple between your thumb and forefinger, the sensation going straight to your pussy and making you gasp. Simon, perceptive as ever, notices your want and pushes his tongue inside you to push just that little bit further - and he can tell that you're close by the way your thighs clench around his ears and the fact that you're wonderfully more vocal than usual.
Similarly, sensing your oncoming orgasm, you desperately attempt to pull yourself off of him, all of a sudden shy about cumming on his face like you haven't done it countless times before. Your wriggling is met with a small slap to your ass which has you seeing stars as the small sting snaps the elastic band stretching taut in your lower belly, and Simon laps up every bit that you'll give him.
"Didn't think that men like me got to go to heaven." Simon sighs when you both lay sprawled and happy in bed together.
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I did not intend to write 1.1k of smut when I opened my laptop this evening but boundaries and communication are just so !! sexy !!
N e ways I'll just leave this here for y'all💕
I don’t know what’s going on.🫨🫨🫨
There is someone on twitter that thinks it’s okay to start a relationship with me calling him daddy. 😂😂
Bingo!! It was PMS/Period. I Feel dead.
Ugh…everything that i have ate today has made me so fucking nauseous 🤢
I have not a clue what this is.
Sub ghost drinking readers milk and grinding against her leg whilst calling her mommy? Love your work!
you know what just for you anon. i’ll pause my game of evade. (i don’t do requests much anymore but.. i’ll take suggestions like @sant-riley riley and @frogchiro, top recommendation tbh) sorry for the tag, will remove if u wish :}
REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!!!!
warnings: AFAB!reader, implied pregnant!reader with the lactation itself, Lacatation, sub!Ghost, Mommy Kink,
warm lips latched around your nipple, tongue lapping before suckling. You let out a strangled moan, hand cradling Simons head, tufts of brown hair caught between your fingers.
You didn’t think that the sight of your milk stained chest, black tank top darkened over your nipples, would make Simon go into a frenzy but it did.
You could say you didn’t expect it, but you’re smarter than that. With the way he was on your nipples nearly every night, dumping his load on your thigh or inside of your warm cunt, it unlocked a new, even softer, side of him.
“Baby-Baby- slow down—“ you try to calm the man and his feverish suckling, but to no avail. One hand cupping your left breast while his other hoisted your thigh onto his hip; forcing your other to slot between his strong thighs.
“Hun- Si- it’s not gonna go anywhere. oh!!” a noise of surprise leaves your throat when he nibbles, it makes your eyes roll back with a flutter. His mouth falls open as he rests his forehead against your collarbone, heavy breaths fan against your tit.
He’s almost shy with the way he gently ruts against your thigh, as if he wasn’t allowed to and he was sneaking this in. You scratch his scalp gently, encouraging his actions as you push your thigh against his crotch with force.
A shake in his knees followed with a deep groan before he latched back on and started to suck harder, milk spilling on his tongue, filling his mouth before he takes a large swallow. Nostrils flaring as he breathes in air again.
“That’s it baby, take what you need, mommy will give it to you” His hand on your thigh tightens as he grinds more slowly but deeply on your thigh, peeking between your bodies you spot a large wet spot on his gray sweatpants, right where the head of his cock sits.
“Need- need your pussy- mommy.” His voice is rough but dripping with need. You decide to be a little cruel, simple pay back to how sensitive he’s made your nipples with all the abuse.
“No. Cum on my thigh first.” He whines but complies. His rutting becomes faster, milk spills from between his lips and drips down his chin.
“That’s my good boy, so sweet to me. So sweet for mommy” You can’t lie and say your panties aren’t soaked, cause they are. Whatever spell Simon put on you when he first nursed from you, is still effective weeks later.
The air is hot and stuffy, your head spins as pleasure rocks through your body, like a ship at sea, taking the brute waves head on.
Simon grunts out a curse, before he practically humps your leg like a dog in heat, you look down, wanting to see him cum. He stills and suddenly the dark patch on his sweats gets bigger, quickly running down his length in dark gray tears, his cock twitches freely against the thin material. With each burst of cum came a twitch,
Simon moves again, riding the wave of his orgasm. He pants heavily, groaning when his cock aches for more, remembering the promise of your pussy plays on his mind.
“Good boy, You did so good.” His hand leaves your breast and trails down to your panties, tugging at the elastic. You can’t help but giggle,
“Okay big boy, you earned your reward.”
authors note: i don’t think Ghost talks much when he’s a sub, it’s a very vulnerable place for him, but when he’s dom? that’s another story
I swear that this migraine that I currently have is out to fucking kill me. I want sweet death. It’s time to take 17 benadryl to help me and see the hat man.😂
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I swear having an endo flare up and fibro flare up at the same time is a bitch. I wanna die from the pain.
