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pornstar!ghost x camera!reader:(

shes so shy and nervous, hands shaking as she tries to record ghost fucking another famous pornstar, her panties dampening soo bad:(

she’s just a little perv even tho she’s a virgin!!

(ghost catches on and takes her virginity, degrading her abt how she’s such a little pervert<3)

♡♡𝆬 🧈nonnie, you're literally so nasty--- why would i even write for this? like simon as a pornstar??? i don't think so-- not happening. ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒

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the heat was unbearable, almost stifling, as if the air had transformed into a thick, suffocating blanket. the scorching temperature seemed to intensify with each passing moment, causing beads of sweat to trickle down foreheads and dampen clothes.

to make matters worse, blinding white lights illuminated the room, casting an intense glare that pierced weary eyes. it was impossible to escape the relentless assault, as it mercilessly brightened every corner, leaving no shadow to offer respite.

and the overwhelming crowd of staff added to the oppressive atmosphere, packing into the small room like sardines in a can. bodies pressed against one another, creating a smothering environment where personal space became a distant memory. the air grew thick with the collective body heat, mingling with the scent of perspiration and exertion.

yet, amidst the sweltering heat, blinding lights, and suffocating crowd, was him. his wide shoulders, broad and powerful, commanded attention as they framed his strong and powerful body. the sinewy muscles that rippled across his back, like furrows on a tranquil pond disturbed, and, damn his sturdy thighs, thick and robust, and plump ass.

at just the sight of him, it became increasingly difficult to breathe. each inhale felt like a desperate gasp for air, as if the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. lungs strained against the conditions, yearning for a moment of relief that seemed forever out of reach.

simon riley was a man to behold, especially when he was in his element. his tall, muscular frame moved with a grace and power that was mesmerizing to watch. he ravished the woman sprawled across the bed, his throbbing cock making a mess of her. her eyes watery as he fucked into her, her lower lip trapped between her teeth; moans and pleas falling on deaf ears.

you wished you were her. wished you were farah karim

you wished his cock, thick and long- covered in prominent veins and crowned with a thick, bulbous red tip, would inch through your weeping pussy. wished you could hear the deep gravel of his voice in your ear, degrading but also praising and mocking. smell the sweat that dripped from his skin, kiss his pink lips. you wanted to feel the sting of his hand on your skin, the bite of his teeth on your flesh. you wanted to be utterly and completely ruined by h-

"cut!"

suddenly snapped back to reality, you notice that all eyes are fixed on you. the director's piercing stare is filled with irritation, causing your cheeks to redden with embarrassment. you instinctively lower your chin and press your lips together trying to hide your discomfort.

"what is up with you today?!"

your mind races, desperately searching for an explanation or an excuse to justify your sudden lapse in focus. but the words elude you, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed. as you try to gather your thoughts, you can feel the heat rising in your face, intensifying the burning sensation in your cheeks. you wish you could disappear, to escape the scrutiny and judgment that hangs heavy in the room.

"sorry, garrett."

as you glance up briefly, your eyes meet the gaze of the stars of today's video. their intense stares seem to penetrate through you. a mischievous smile plays on the woman's lips, as if she knows the effect simon has on you. her amusement is evident, but it's not mocking; and despite yourself, you feel a familiar dampness between your thighs. your panties, already soaked from earlier, cling to your pussy uncomfortably. "....'er running behind on schedule anyway. take the handheld camera for some close-up shots."

in a swift motion, your eyes dart around the room as you blink rapidly, trying to swallow the lump in your throat, you slide down from your seat behind the camera, avoiding simon and farah's gaze. "oh, yes, sorry," you mutter as you delicately retrieve the handheld camera from a staff member who extends it towards you.

this was your first time on cameras. you had been trained for the last few months, and you had become quite adept at capturing the perfect shots. your talent was undeniable, and garrett, your mentor, never missed an opportunity to shower you with praise for your impeccable angles. however, there was one person who managed to disrupt your focus entirely - simon. his mere presence seemed to send your world into a dizzying whirlwind, throwing off your game completely.

as you took each unsteady step, your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through your veins. the anticipation built with every movement, every breath, as you found yourself in such close proximity to him. the thought of being so close to him, watching the way he skillfully moved his hips, his every muscle taut with controlled power, sent shivers down your spine. it was as if his very presence threatened to unravel the fragile threads of your sanity.

as you approached the bed, a nervous smile played on your lips when you caught the gaze of both of them. your cheeks grew warmer as simon's gaze traveled provocatively over your figure. dressed in shorts and a sweat-drenched tank top that hugged your skin, covered by a black and white flannel, there wasn't much to see, but god did it get your blood pumping.

simon's eyes lingered on your curves, his gaze tracing the outline of your waist, the gentle curve of your hips, and the swell of your chest. it was a gaze that held both desire and something dark and possesive, making your heart race and your breath hitch. as his eyes met yours, a mischievous glint danced in them. you could feel the intensity of his stare, as if he was undressing you with his eyes, exploring every inch of your being. it was a gaze that made you feel seen, desired, and vulnerable all at once.

"we don't have all day! c'mon!"

clearing your throat, you activated the camera, whispering yet another apology. as you brought the lens to your eye and inched closer to the pair, you attempted to shake off your jitters-- and the fact that your thighs were slick with arousal.

the weight of the camera in your hands provided a comforting anchor, grounding you in the present moment. it was your shield, your excuse to be there, capturing stolen moments of intimacy for the world to see. but deep down, you knew it was more than just a job. it was an escape, a way to live vicariously through the sexual encounters of others. as a 20+ virgin, who little to no experience, you were desperate for anything--

"action!"

simon changed positions, his body no longer blanketing farah's. he was positioned in a way that only his body could be seen in the camera shot. which gave him the perfect view of you and your flushed cheeks. his lips twitched into a small amused smile when you swallowed thickly, directing the camera towards his thick cock and following as he lined himself with farah's entrance.

he had no interest in the woman beneath him; his focus was solely on you. watching the way your lips parted and the way you bite your lip wantonly, thighs clenching as you inch forward with the camera. the furrow of your eyebrows, the gentle trembling of your small hands, and the longing look in your eyes captivated him. from the moment he caught sight of you sneakily slipping your hands between your thighs and grinding as he undressed, he wanted to see you sprawled on the bed naked, completely his.

as he watched you, his mind wandered to the countless possibilities that lay ahead. the thought of tasting your lips, feeling your warmth against his skin, consumed him entirely. he imagined the way your body would respond to his touch, the way your breath would quicken and your heartbeat would race. the woman beneath him faded into the background, a mere blur in his peripheral vision.

you could feel the heat radiating off his body, the intensity of his gaze locking with yours. every movement he made seemed deliberate, calculated, and you couldn't tear your eyes away. the tension between you was palpable, a magnetic pull drawing you closer and closer.

"that's a wrap!"

the tension on set was thick as garrett's piercing gaze bore into you, his disappointment evident in every line of his face. you knew you had let him down with your lack of focus and energy during the shoot. despite the inevitable need for numerous cuts and edits in post-production, a sense of relief washed over you. as you lowered the camera, you briskly approached the crew, passing off the equipment to someone else. you discreetly adjusted your tank top, eager to escape the uncomfortable embrace it had on your perspiration-dampened breasts.

you had to get out of here. garrett be damned.

assigned to cleaning duty, you found solace in the mundane task. far from complaining, you embraced it as an opportunity to untangle the chaos within your mind. surprisingly, garrett seemed to understand the disarray you were in, as he greeted you with a gentler demeanor when you entered his office.

the studio had emptied out, leaving only you and garrett behind. the peaceful atmosphere was a stark contrast to the chaos of the day. as night fell, you longed to escape to the comfort of your bed and watch a movie or two with a tub of ice cream. eager to rid yourself of simon riley who seemed to take over your mind like some kind of parasite.

thankfully the set had cooled down, so much so in fact that now your dampened tanktop made you shiver every now and again.

"first time on cameras?"

a startled gasp escapes your lips, caught off guard by the deep, thick, velvety accented voice that fills the air. your heart pounds in your chest, aching painfully. swiftly, you pivot around, only to find yourself swallowing hard as your eyes meet the towering figure before you, adorned with intricate tattoos.

he's big you realize, huge and muscled and you want to run your tongue over every inch of him. as you stand there, mesmerized by the sight before you, you feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. simon's presence is overwhelming, commanding your attention with every move he makes.

"didn't mean t'a scare ya pet."

your smile is fleeting and unsteady. "oh, no- you're fine. you didn't." your voice comes out breathless, even to your ears, causing you to inwardly wince at your lack of composure. his smile is subtle, barely there, and if you weren't eye fucking his handsome face, you might have missed it. "is it? your first time on cameras?" he questions again, moving closer with deliberate slowness, his eyes locked onto yours.

as his words hang in the air, a rush of nervous excitement courses through your veins. this moment feels surreal, like a dream you never thought would come true. you've always admired him from afar, his talent and charisma captivating you, and now here he is, standing inches away from you, showing genuine interest in you.

you turn away from him to carefully tuck in the last corners of the bed sheets, you can't help but notice the way his heady scent lingers in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of lavender from the nearby candle. you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, and manage to muster a small nod. "yes, it is," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. "sorry about that." your cheeks are flushed you're sure. "i usually do quite well, just a bit…flustered today 's all."

he emits a low hum, it's deep and rich. you can feel the heat of him behind you, can feel your panties dampen desperately, you squeeze your thighs together, attempting to contain the mounting tension. a quivering breath escapes your lips as you muster the courage to speak, "d-do you need something, mr. riley?"

you stand tall, feeling every muscle tense as he presses against you. and damn it you should be scared, should push away and rush out, but you don't want to. he makes you feel, so much. and you you didn't even know him. despite the danger, despite the warning bells ringing in your mind, you find yourself leaning into him, craving the closeness, the pleasure that only he can provide. it's as if he's unlocked a hidden part of yourself, a part that yearns for his touch, his embrace, him.

as his lips graze the delicate curve of your ear, an electrifying tremor courses through your entire being, causing you to quiver against him. his chuckle is soft- awed. "think 's somethin' you can do?" the words hang in the air, charged with slight mockery and question.

turning around slowly, your breath catches in your throat at just how close simon is. your eyes zero in on his lips and your mind goes blank. the desire to kiss him consumes you, want to feel them all over your body, want to lick and bite them. you wanted him so bad, you'd do anything he as--

"fuckin' hell, don' look at me like that."

your cheeks flush, and you avert your eyes, barely managing to utter a timid apology as you hastily retreat from him. "oh! sorry, i didn't mean to-" yet, in an instant, he closes the distance between the two of you, moving with a swiftness that catches you off guard. his strong fingers firmly grasp your chin, tilting your head upwards, before his lips crash onto yours.

and you melt, goodness you melt like a scoop of delectable ice cream on a scorching summer day. and simon believes you taste just as sweet; if not better. the kiss deepens, becoming a dance of tongues and a symphony of shared breaths. it's a moment of pure bliss, and it leaves you breathless and dizzy.

he's addicted to the way you eagerly kiss him, whimpering into his mouth and desperately clawing at his shirt, like a feral kitten. he can't get enough of the way you hungrily mold your body against his, your every curve fitting perfectly into the contours of his own.

simon's lips reluctantly part from yours, pressing quick kisses to your lips when you whine, tiptoeing to find his lips once more. his voice, laced with amusement, rumbles from within his chest, "tell me what you want, pet." a deep groan escapes him involuntarily as you withdraw, your wide, pleading eyes darting across his face in a desperate plea. with a shaky breath, you finally find your voice, barely above a whisper. "p-please touch me! i'll do anything, just please--"

simon's lips curled into a mischievous smirk, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched your cheeks flush in embarrassment. He pulled you closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "you wanted this, hm? what a perverted woman." he whispered mockingly.

you shook, your heart pounding in your chest, your body yearning for his touch. "no, i-" he scoffed, cutting you off to back you towards the bed, hands wrapped around your waist tenderly. "no? you weren't imaginin' that you were under me, takin' my cock in front of everyone? you weren't clenchin' your thighs together as i fucked her?" god, everything he was saying sounded so lewd and you should feel embarrassed at how accurate he was, but all you could think about, was the thought of being fucked by him in front of the cameras. maybe he was right, you were a perverted woman.

he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, large hands trailing down to grab handfuls of your ass to spread. "y'r fuckin' soaked, sweetheart, aren't you? bet y'r pussy is drenched." you let out a soft whimper and eagerly bob your head, gripping his narrow hips tightly, pursing your lips, and wriggling in his hold.

simon's touch was like a bolt of lightning, electrifying every inch of your body. with a skillful hand, he located the metallic clasp of your shorts and deftly unfastened it, teasingly dragging the zipper down at an agonizingly slow pace. your heart thumps quickly against his chest and he places a kiss on your clavicle soothingly, long, thick fingers inching into the delicate fabric of your panties. and simon swears that in this moment, he's the hardest he's ever been.

you're a sticky mess, your arousal coats his two fingers easily. it pools in your panties, warm and syrupy. groaning low in his throat, simon mashes his lips to yours, his wet fingers leaving a glistening trail up your tummy as he pulls them from your shorts.

he slides your shorts and ruined panties down your thighs, his fingers swiftly undoing his own pants. your gaze, wide and nervous makes his cock jump and he struggles to free himself before pulling you into his arms and laying you down on the bed, joining you moments later.

"i-ive never done this before!" you blurt, biting the inside of your cheek nervously. simon pauses for a moment, blue eyes finding yours- his gaze softens and he eases himself between your slick, trembling thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. he leans down, large body blanketing yours, overwhelming you deliciously. lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.

"bloody-"

the swollen head of his cock glides teasingly over your drooling pussy, he's thick and long promising a delicious ache as he fills you. and you know that taking him is gonna hurt, but that's exactly what you want. you want every single feeling that comes when having sex with him.

you squeal softly as he pushes into you slowly, bucking your hips away at the thick intrusion. simon's hands tighten on the fat of your hips and he pins you with a dark, posessive gaze, watching as your eyebrows furrow and your mouth parts as he continues to sink into you, every inch dragging along your sensitive, quivering walls. his jaw clenches, and he buries his head in the curve of your shoulder, trembling as your shaky fingers gently comb through his hair. your pussy reluctantly gives way to his cock, sucking him into its depths and drowning him.

simon stops, sensing the sudden tension in your body, his tip bumping into the thin wall of your hymen. you're a shaky mess in his arms, your pussy spasming around him, gripping tightly- almost strangling him. your eyes are fluttered shut and he presses a kiss to your lips. "breathe, baby."

and you do, it's shuddering and painful, causing a sharp pang in your chest as your pulse races. simon takes this chance to surge forward, burying the entirety of his length into your cunt, rubbing circles against your hips as you jerk against him, fingers gripping his tresses tightly. you arch and quiver, breathless and dizzy. "good girl, 's like y'r pussy was made for me."

he drags his cock out and slowly sinks back into you, obsessed with the way you jerk and whimper against him. your eyes are bleary and unfocused and simon can't help but lean down to capture your lips in a kiss, smiling against your mouth as you dumbly kiss back messily, pussy clamping down on his length.

"'s this what you wanted? hm?"

simon grips your cheeks softly, thumb rubbing over your puffy lips. "wanna hear you pretty girl. 's this what you were fantasizing 'bout over there? my cock buried 'n y'r pretty little pussy?" he moans softly when your eyes regain clarity, your head shaking in a feeble attempt to deny his words, pussy fluttering around him.

"no? y'r cunt is tellin' me different, pet. you can act innocent all you want, but i know just how fuckin' perverted y'r sweet pussy is sweetheart," he murmurs against your lips, before kissing you softly, grinding his cock up into your spongey g-spot, your entire body shuddering against him, pussy creaming around him. "see, look at how well y'r takin' me, you're practically droolin' on my cock."

૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა ʳᵃʷʳ ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ : i may have gotten a bit carried away. but, uh--- i'm back?

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deunmiu-dessie · 14 days

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"george, i will stand with you between the heavens and the earth. i will tell you where you are. do. you. love. me?"

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deunmiu-dessie · 16 days

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i can't be the only one who legit ruins their panties when any of the c.o.d men say, "on me." ☹️

i just can't be

#DEUNMIU DESSIE LATE NIGHT RAMBLES.#DESSIE REBLOG.#@DEUNMIU-DESSIE #call of duty #tf141 #call of duty x reader

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deunmiu-dessie · 17 days

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gaz is definitely the type of guy who makes out with your tits. like the man gets so caught up in the moment, tongue laving at your nipple and his other hand pinching and pulling the other. he usually leaves them slick with saliva— and to the point where they’re as hard as a pebble, as well as tender and swollen. ( bonus if you're lactating 🤭, he has an obsession. )

#DEUNMIU DESSIE LATE NIGHT DRABBLES.#DESSIE REBLOG.#@DEUNMIU-DESSIE #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick

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deunmiu-dessie · 17 days

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john price is usually a gentle lover who enjoys giving u pleasure, rather than receiving. if given a chance, he would happily watch u cum repeatedly; whether it be on his fingers, on his tongue, or engulfing his throbbing cock with ur needy cunt⸺ for an eternity. he loved watchin' ur face scrunch up in pleasure, reveling in the sensation of ur drooling, sloppy pussy stranglin' his cock in its vice grip, milking him for all he's worth. ur back arching and ur thighs tremblin' around his waist. john loved to hear u sob out his name all overstimulated and fucked out. loved the way u babbled and begged him to cum inside u. john price adores witnessing ur unraveling and takes great pleasure in piecing u back together, all in one breath.

however, there are some days when john comes home from a mission, and can't be a gentle lover...

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ - 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒!

#DEUNMIU DESSIE LATE NIGHT DRABBLES.#@DEUNMIU-DESSIE #DESSIE REBLOG.#captain john price #captain price x reader

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deunmiu-dessie · 17 days

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gaz is the type of man who keeps eye contact with you when you're talking, he makes sure you know that he's hanging on to every word you're saying as if it were scripture; he makes you feel like the most important person in the room. gaz is the type of man who silences his phone when it rings, telling you to continue what you are saying, that you're more important than a call. gaz is the type of man who doesn't just passively nod and agree with you; no he asks questions, gives advice, and is genuinely invested in what you're talking about. gaz is the type of man who in his presence, makes it known that you are the center of his universe.

#DEUNMIU DESSIE LATE NIGHT DRABBLES.#@DEUNMIU-DESSIE #DESSIE REBLOG.#kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader

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deunmiu-dessie · 17 days

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aahahh i love ur fics!! the color scheme on ur masterlist reminds me of usahana i love her lol!! u got a new follower i love u aaaaa!!!

-🌸🦎

♡♡𝆬 🌸🦎nonnie, thank you so much! i'm so glad you're enjoying them! i had to look up who usahana was but! you're not wrong, how cute!!! i love you babe! thank you for supporting me flower🫶🏾😚 ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒

#my answers #✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧#writeblr #writerscommunity #༝༚༝༚#🌸🦎nonnie

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deunmiu-dessie · 17 days

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𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 23 c.o.d men rambles with nsfw visuals (p-links) ♡

featuring!— kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish, simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘captain’ price, phillip graves, könig, vladimir makarov! ♡

₁ 𐙚 imagine fucking john doggy style, and he’s jus’ so horny for you so you guys don't even make it to the bed :( he tosses you onto the couch and lifts your ass into the air, his thick, meaty cock bruising your insides. then he grips your hair and bends you back to slant his lips over yours in a messy kiss 😖

₂ 𐙚 having a sloppy make-out session with gaz when he gets back from a mission. sucking on his tongue and whimpering into his mouth while his big hands run up and down your thighs and ass. gaz always gets you so needy and wet before he dicks you down, having tears streaming down your face and thighs trembling :((

₃ 𐙚 soap fucking his cum back into your swollen pussy while whining and whimpering, promising to get you pregnant; thick and hard at the thought of you round with his kids. he pumps your pussy to the brim with his cum that night, til it drips down your thighs.

₄ 𐙚 gaz loves to record the two of you having sex, and loves to send it to the 141 group chat. loves to show off his pretty girl whose pussy takes his big cock so well :( loves to show them how well you moan and beg, loves to show them your fucked out face, loves the way the team goes feral as you moan their names with bleary eyes and drool spilling down your chin. loves to show them that regardless, you're his.

₅ 𐙚 simon using your pussy as a cumdump... literally, when you act like a brat. he'll have you lay naked across the bed, hand fisting his cock as gazes at your tits, your needy cunt drooling and clenching. he'll watch as you cry and beg for him to fuck you, your wrists bound together and tied to the headboard. then he'll press his thick tip into your pussy and spill himself inside. brats don't get to cum, as he likes to say— sorry :(

₆ 𐙚 kyle 'will overstimulate you while pussydrunk' garrick. baby gaz just loves the taste of your pussy, especially after going so long without it :( you're so warm and sweet, needy and sobbing-- and he's missed the feel of your thick thighs wrapped around his head, missed the feeling of your hands running through his hair. so, just let him enjoy his meal.

₇ 𐙚 needy soap who swears he'll just rock against your panties, his thick cock nudging your fattened clit which presses eagerly against the pre-cum soaked fabric. soap who moves your panties to the side and shushes you with a kiss to your lips, swearing he'll just thrust against you; thumb brushing against your bundle of nerves. soap who loses himself in the moment, gripping your thighs and looking at you with pleading eyes, swearing he'll only use the tip, thick, bulbous head already stretching your pussy. 🥺

₈ 𐙚 after you had the baby, john can't stop thinking about seeing you swollen and round again, with your breasts heavy, and thighs thick. john who breeds your pussy at any moment he can. whether it be with you bent over the counter and cooking dinner, with you sleep; your pussy warm and welcoming, or even in the shower, your milk-heavy tits pressed against the shower door. ( bonus )

₉ 𐙚 makarov who finally gives in to your pleading demands, his hands rough as he forces you onto the bed, yanking down your skirt and pulling your panties to the side. his gaze is cold and calculating, even a bit annoyed. makarov who snatches the loli from your mouth, running it up your slick pussy before pushing it in. "Это то, что вы хотели, да?"

₁₀ 𐙚 he makes sure to fuck you well before he leaves on a mission, his thick cock bullying your slick cunt full of his cum. gaz makes sure you know who your pussy belongs to, makes sure he has your thighs trembling in his arms as he fucks you against the shower wall.

₁₁ 𐙚 simon loves to watch you ride him, loves to have your tits in his face, taking one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth. loves to hear you whine that your cumming for the fifth time, loves to watch as his abdomen becomes sticky with your creamy cum. loves watching your lips tremble and your eyes water as he thrusts sharply into you, knocking on your cervix and bruising it.

₁₂ 𐙚 having sex with gaz always overstimulates you in every sense of the word and not just with your body. gaz loves to watch you fall apart on his cock, loves to grab your chin and keep your eyes locked with his, loves to watch your gaze get bleary and your mouth struggle to form words all while his hand moves in quick figure eights on your clit, cock spearing through you deliciously. gaz will press kisses to your swollen lips, groaning into your mouth. "on me, luv. le' me see those gorgeous eyes."

₁₃ 𐙚 price loves to suck on your tits, while his cock slowly pumps in and out of you. loves to bury his face into the valley, placing kisses and sucking hickies. john price sucks on your nipples like a man starved, thick hands squeezing and kneading :(

₁₄ 𐙚 imagine getting punished by boyfriend graves because you fucked up during a mission, the objective getting away. he tells everyone to leave the room, glaring eyes stuck on yours. graves who orders you to strip, pushing you down against a busted couch, yanking down your combat pants, and tearing your panties. graves who angrily unzips himself, as you blubber and plead, pussy leaking and ready. he watches as your pussy struggles to take his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you apologize repeatedly. "don't want to fucking hear it, sergeant."

₁₅ 𐙚 gaz fucking you into the bed after he gets home from a mission gone awry. soft lover gaz who just can't be his usual giving self. gaz who takes what he needs from you, regardless of the tears that stream down our face.

₁₆ 𐙚 könig, all needy can't help but fuck your thighs, whimpering and whining :(

₁₇ 𐙚 having a threesome with soap and gaz; who can't help but record as soap practically makes love to you with his eyes. gaz who could care less as you forget all about his cock, breathing heavily as he watches as your pussy struggles to swallow soap's cock. gaz who sends the video to the 141 group chat.

₁₈ 𐙚 imagine makarov sharing your pussy with yuri as a reward to the man. makarov who guides your mouth over his cock, all while sipping on his alcohol; yuri fucking into your pussy needily, grunting and groaning as you squeeze around him.

₁₉ 𐙚 100 percent believe this is how gaz and soap eat you out, prove me wrong. i'll wait. ( bonus: since soap made you cum first, you granted his wish. )

₂₀ 𐙚 john overstimulating you while whispering how much of a good girl you are, slapping at your thighs when you cringe away from him, his thick fingers finding your clit again. john who fucks into ravenously, cooing as you shudder and buck against him.

₂₁ 𐙚 graves finally puts your smart mouth to work, shoving his thick length down your throat. graves angrily saying your pussy isn't good enough for his cock. his words, not mine.

₂₂ 𐙚 angry sex with toxic gaz, who swears no one will ever fuck you as good as he will. who tells you that you belong to him, that you were made for each other, that you won't leave him. who fucks you dumb until you promise to stay.

₂₃ 𐙚 soap swears he won't cum inside you...

spent hours scrolling through twitter porn, help me.😔

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deunmiu-dessie · 20 days

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well if it’s magical land maybe he has shape shifting abilities and can change his size? i would gladly continue to wait for more than one smut scene where he’s true size (i saw the comments mentioning grinding if that’s the case) and smaller so he can actually fuck her (maybe even his “smaller” size is still just a bit too big for her but at least he won’t kill her lol)

♡♡𝆬 🍞nonnie, y'all are gonna be spoiled. two smut scenes? i'll see what i can do😼. i think i'll do the grinding/tongue action first and then his smaller, more humanoid form later. ( where, yes, his peen will still be a bit too big, but--- he'll make it fit ) thanks lovie for your help!! here's another sneak peek!🫶🏾૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒

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deunmiu-dessie · 20 days

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struggling sooo bad with writing this dragon smut! like that's the only thing i'm stuck on--- do i morph it? do ya'll want it to stay its true size. ya'll his peen is gonna tear the reader apart, do i make one peen smaller than the other so it fits? or do i just make him smaller? you guys i have 9k words of pure plot, and i'm almost done--- HOW DOES HE FUCK THE READER THO?!

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #monster fucker #monster x human #literally help me #i have 9k words full of plot #but i'm struggling with writing this dragon smut #all suggestions will be taken seriously #you said figure it out myself?#makes sense

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deunmiu-dessie · 22 days

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(unedited) john price knew he would marry you the first time he saw you.

john price met you in the rain.

the memory of the encounter remains etched in his mind like a timeless portrait. as the years pass and his recollections fade, the moment of your first meeting remains vivid and unblemished.

the sky, a somber shade of ashen blue, was adorned with brooding clouds of a dark and furious pearl grey. thunder roared in the distance, while lightning ominously streaked across the sky. the rain, a gentle drizzle, tapped rhythmically on his freshly trimmed lawn and his parked truck. seated on his porch, cradling a cup of tea, john's loyal english mastiff, simply known as 'dog', slumbered beneath his chair.

he'd only had a few more days left until he was back in the field, and despite having needed a couple of days to rest, john was ready to get back to the familiarity of work- especially when there wasn't anyone waiting for him when he got home. ( well, besides 'dog' )

john had always been content with his own company, finding relief in the quiet moments spent with his loyal dog. the peacefulness that came with his aloneness had become a sanctuary, a place where he could escape from the disorder of the world and his position; and find solace in his thoughts. but as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months and then further, john's heart began to yearn for something more.

the familiarity of being alone, once a source of comfort, now felt like a hefty weight on his shoulders. the emptiness that had once brought him peace now seemed suffocating, as if the walls of his home were closing in on him. he craved for a wife who would eagerly anticipate his return home from his weeks away, someone to hold close and shower with affection.

the stillness that had once brought him solace now echoed with a deep longing for intimacy. the sound of his footsteps seemed hollow, and the absence of life within the house filled the empty spaces of his home with a haunting void. john couldn't help but yearn for the day when his despondent home would be replaced with the joy of shared moments and the love of another.

he craved for the warmth of another's touch, the feeling of intertwined fingers and loving touches. he craved the sound of laughter filling the air, the kind that could only come from shared jokes and inside stories. john imagined the simple pleasures of cooking together, of sharing meals and conversations that stretched long into the night.

and despite himself, despite not wanting to feel anything. his heart ached for the intimacy of whispered secrets and stolen kisses, for the comfort of knowing that someone was there to catch him when he stumbled, unconditionally. he yearned for the simple pleasure of waking up next to someone, their presence a constant reminder that he was not alone anymore.

john price, for the first time in what felt like decades; craved for something more.

john's focus is abruptly interrupted by a thunderous slam, causing his weary eyes to shift from his tepid cup of tea. his piercing blue gaze fixates on the source of the commotion across the street. as he observes, his attention is captivated by you, and while being lost in his own melancholic thoughts, he realizes that the rain has intensified, pouring down relentlessly.

there you stand on your porch, engaged in a heated argument with a man. your gestures are animated, your lips downturned in a pained frown, and your brows knitted together in irritation.

the rain's melody drowns out all other sounds, leaving john in a world of silence from the conversation. yet, even amidst this deafening quiet, he cannot tear his gaze away from you, your eyes widening in disbelief as the man retreats into the house, slamming the door shut. price watches as you fish out a pair of car keys from your pocket, walking briskly down the porch stairs and to a car that sits in the driveway. you're immediately drenched in rain from head to toe and john finds that you still look breathtaking regardless.

inexplicably, the two of you lock eyes, and your lips pull into a thin line, your words barely audible over the pouring rain but he catches them nonetheless. "what the hell are you lookin' at?!" then you slip into the car and speed down the street before he can even process what he's heard. slowly a smirk pulls at his lips, the crowsfeet around his eyes deepening.

john price, wanted you.

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