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energiadelladea · 1 year

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Rosary Nails by 528hzhottie on Instagram ♱

#nails #nail art #rosary nails #rosary #press ons #pearlescent nails #satin nails #hailey bieber nails #glazed nails #chrome nails #white nails #pearl nails #cross nails #almond nails #ethereal nails #ethereal #aesthetic #mirror palais #528hzhottie

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24kuhlso · 2 years

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Say Purple...or not by Luhle Cimenco Via Flickr: OOOH, it's been a while but got myself dolled up with these goodies. -Hair- Foxy - Minx Hair LM-http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Summer/129/90/23 -Outfit- Lunar-Lunar - Baby Redux LM-http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Lunar%20and%20Friends/102/139/20 -Accessories- e.marie // Hedra Rings - Golds & e.marie // Max Earrings - Golds LM-http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/xoxo/87/128/41 Rosary nails LM-http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/FOXCITY/137/53/22 Eyes LOTUS. Healing Eyes LM-http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Moonfight/115/147/1201 Body skin- -VELOUR: The "Ipanema Body" for eBody Reborn (Chocolate) LM-http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/VELOUR/93/115/83 Face skin- PUMEC - FILYA (LELU EVO X) - AUGUST LM-http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Rave/124/130/22 Mesh Section- Head LeLUTKA Prim Head 3.1 LM-http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/LeLutka/128/128/31 Body eBODY - REBORN LM-http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/eBody/191/64/2003

#ebody reborn #lelutka #foxy #e.marie #velour #secondlife #sl #Lotus #rosary nails #prim head #pumec #lunar #lunar baby redux #minx #hair #flickr #slblogger

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trickstersaint · 3 months

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may we see the saint sebastian necklace…….

yes of course… would have a better quality image but my phone decided to freak the fuck out when i tried to take a picture so you’ll have to get by with this little out of focus image. adding little outfit with it as well cause i am vain

#spiked collar with cross over saint sebastian necklace over sword necklace with pentagram and nail cross charms. the perfect stack #when i figure out a way to style my rosary in a way i like it’s over for you bitches #wearing the saint sebastian necklace as a daily thing rn though it’s comforting. terrifying really #not poetry #ask

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banghwa · 6 months

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i joke around a lot that my gender is haunted doll but i’m all gothed up for tonight and i genuinely haven’t felt this sort of gender euphoria is so long

#siousxie makeup improper rosary and all 🖤#only thing is i broke a nail the other day so they’re all short n i don’t have time to paint them black :(((#dl

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barbiegirldream · 6 months

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I think the truth of people's struggles to find footing now is the anti zionist fight for Jews begins as soon as you learn what zionism is. And it is brand new to the rest of the world. This has given me more hope for Palestine than anything in years though because the whole world sees Zionism for the evil it is.

#fighting tooth and nail with christian gypsies in my family telling them they literally know nothing about being jewish #and they're pretend christians who bought bibles and rosaries to pretend to be american #since i was twelve #my dad's jew family obviously is the ones to teach me anti zionism

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heavensfinest · 5 months

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Call me a drugstore vampire the way silver is fine but the minute nickel touches my skin I break into fiery hives

#necklace chains? not a fucking chance #wanna wear my cheap rosarie? neck rash be upon ye #rings? paint ‘em over with clear nail polish and hope it doesn’t chip #I am a PRINCE of DARKNESS and god has forsaken me again #he knew I’d be too powerful #nickel allergy #vampire #drugstore vampire

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jesusofortenau · 8 months

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Rating: 1/5

This is a small crucifix on a rosary. It is not very detailed, or perhaps just worn down, but I do think it is quite charming. Note how the proportionally huge nails are flattening his hands like he is made out of playdough. And the bottom nail is below his feet, even.

#jesus christ #crucifix #nussbach #rosary #1/5 #36 #three nails #nail through palm #funny #halo #looking up #silver

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sylviabaudelairemusic · 1 year

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kalisbaby · 21 days

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“From the River to the Sea.” A Poem by Samer Abu Hawwash, translated by Huda Fakhreddine

every street, every house, every room, every window, every balcony, every wall, every stone, every sorrow, every word, every letter, every whisper, every touch, every glance, every kiss, every tree, every spear of grass, every tear, every scream, every air, every hope, every supplication, every secret, every well, every prayer, every song, every ballad, every book, every paper, every color, every ray, every cloud, every rain, every drop of rain, every drip of sweat, every lisp, every stutter, every yamma, mother, every yaba, father, every shadow, every light, every little hand that drew in a little notebook a tree or house or heart or a family of a father, a mother, siblings, and pets, every longing, every possibility, every letter between two lovers that arrived or didn’t arrive, every gasp of love dispersed in the distant clouds, every moment of despair at every turn, every suitcase on top of

every closet, every library, every shelf, every minaret, every rug, every bell toll in every church, every rosary, every holy praise, every arrival, every goodbye, every Good Morning, every Thank God, every ‘ala rasi, my pleasure, every hill ‘an sama’i, leave me alone, every rock, every wave, every grain of sand, every hair-do, every mirror, every glance in every mirror, every cat, every meow, every happy donkey, every sad donkey’s gaze, every pot, every vapor rising from every pot, every scent, every bowl, every school queue, every school shoes, every ring of the bell, every blackboard, every piece of chalk, every school costume, every mabruk ma ijakum, congratulations on the baby, every y ‘awid bi-salamtak, condolences, every ‘ayn al- ḥasud tibla bil-‘ama, may the envious be blinded, every photograph, every person in every photograph, every niyyalak, how lucky, every ishta’nalak, we’ve missed you, every grain of wheat in every bird’s gullet, every lock of hair, every hair knot, every hand, every foot, every football, every finger, every nail, every bicycle, every rider on every bicycle, every turn of air fanning from every bicycle, every bad joke, every mean joke, every laugh, every smile, every curse, every yearning, every fight, every sitti, grandma, every

sidi, grandpa, every meadow, every flower, every tree, every grove, every olive, every orange, every plastic rose covered with dust on an abandoned counter, every portrait of a martyr hanging on a wall since forever, every gravestone, every sura, every verse, every hymn, every ḥajj mabrur wa sa ‘yy mashkur, may your ḥajj and effort be rewarded, every yalla tnam yalla tnam, every lullaby, every red teddy bear on every Valentine’s, every clothesline, every hot skirt, every joyful dress, every torn trousers, every days-spun sweater, every button, every nail, every song, every ballad, every mirror, every peg, every bench, every shelf, every dream, every illusion, every hope, every disappointment, every hand holding another hand, every hand alone, every scattered thought, every beautiful thought, every terrifying thought, every whisper, every touch, every street, every house, every room, every balcony, every eye, every tear, every word, every letter, every name, every voice, every name, every house, every name, every face, every name, every cloud, every name, every rose, every name, every spear of grass, every name, every wave, every grain of sand, every street, every kiss, every image, every eye, every tear, every yamma, every yaba, every name, every name, every name, every name, every name, every name, every name, every name, all…

#free palestine #poetry #samer abu hawwash #huda fakhreddine

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apixellife · 1 year

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This n That Things

I’ve been into a few of my own projects these past couple of weeks. Really enjoying the MyStory RP things. I am also learning some new skills, one day I might even do a store depending on how skilled I get ! These nails are some of the things I’ve been working on ! Run over to [7DS] and grab the new GG PAOLA , she’s beautiful. [7DS] – BODY 2020 PAOLA gift bom skin PECAN browless April Group…

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#*PKC*#7 Deadly s{K}ins #:Dernier:#Black Dragon #colleen&039;s Nails #Izara Zuta #MyStory #NO.MATCH #REBORN by eBODY #Rosary.#[7DS]#[CAROL G]#[LeLutka]

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donatellawritings · 2 months

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𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🐇 introducing princess!reader, ugh i love her sm <3

you were fairly new to kildare island, completely wet behind your chanel-adorned ears. it had only been a few days, since your parents had made the switch from the cozy countryside of puerto rico, unpacking their final cardboard box that harshly clashed against the dreamy interior of your bright and sunny lakeside home. you weren’t surprised that your parents had chosen such a picturesque home of grandeur, they always had a niche for the finer things in life, a trait that was undoubtedly passed down to you.

you see, you had always been a spoiled princess, always insisting of having anything and everything that you wanted — and it was always given to you, without question. perhaps it was the fact that you were an only child? who cares, you were the precious little girl that your parents would go to the ends of the earth for, so why should you accept anything less, from anyone else?

as privileged as it may seem, you did have to admit that you loved living a life where you were pampered and had every single need, no matter how minute or ridiculous, fulfilled without question. you always wore the finest of fabrics from the most upscale brands, exercised in the cutest athleisure wear as you worked up a sweat on your peloton, i mean, you even made it a point to get your hair and nails done every other week. your parents’ banking statements were essays long, detailing your multiple visits to sephora, mainland boutiques, your hefty car note, and monthly spa membership fees.

but, you were far from a ditzy girl, in fact, you were so entitled to the point where you turned your button nose upward at every guy who approached you. you had yet to find a man who didn’t allow you to walk him like a pathetic little dog, you knew that you needed a man who would put you in your place, yet shower you with adornment and lavish gifts.

carefully scraping the tiny smear of residual lipgloss with the tips of your long almond french-manicured nails, you huffed as you flipped your blown-out hair over your shoulder. “ma, m’going to drop this off now!” you called out, tugging on your light grey mini skirt, your fingers dancing over the black lace and pink ribbon adornment, before you grabbed ahold of the white ceramic tray of lemon squares that your mother prepared the night prior.

you’d been given the task of introducing yourself to your neighbors, especially since you father had made it a point to extend the services of his construction company to the fellow members of the country club. your parents had praised you for being their sweet little girl who would be staying home for college to the community, so it was now your turn to seal your reputation as the perfect girl next door, and help uphold your parents’ fresh reputation as newcomers on figure 8.

your perky tits were cutely pushed up against the undone buttons of your undersized button up top, your gold rosary glinting against the sunlight as you made your chanel mules stepped out on the floorboards of your front porch.

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after about an hour of walking from door to door and exchanging your rehearsed pleasantries, while offering the sweet and tangy sticky treat, you’d finally made it to the final home that seemed to overlook the entirety of the community. your puffy cheeks ached from your stretched smile as the soles of your french-pedicure feet throbbed — maybe wearing heels as you walked from porch to porch wasn’t the smartest idea? balancing the tray of lemon gooey lemon squares onto one hand, you brushed a strand of hair from your extended lashes, letting out a small huff, before you mushed your finger into the doorbell.

it didn’t take long before the front door was answered, your rehearsed introduction flitting away from you as you looked up at the blue eyes that stared down at you. your lipstick stained lips parted as the twenty-something year old man stood, his jaw tight as he raised his eyebrows at you, before his eyes shamelessly fell to your pushed-up tits, “i, uh, hi! my family and i recently moved in, so i just wanted to introduce myself,” you smiled, a blush creeping to your cheeks as you revealed your name to the tall man.

“ah, s’that right?” he questioned, clearing throat with a nod to himself as he took it upon himself to lift the plastic wrap that concealed the melted lemon squares, before his curtain bangs fell in front of his eyes. “y’walked all the way here, by yourself, huh,” he mumbled, placing the wrapping to close around the tray, before bringing his intimidating gaze to yours.

with a nod, you nudged the tray in his direction, “would you like one? my mother made them fresh!” you beamed, restoring your role as the mannered girl next door, your trained resolve slowly burning away under the unforgiving north carolina sun.

oh, how he saw right through you.

wordlessly, the young man lifted the plastic wrap, one more, being the small gooey treat to his lips as he kept his eyes on yours, not missing the way you swallowed thickly as he wiped the corners of his pink lips with his ringed index finger and thumb. you watched pathetically with your lips parted as he licked over his lips, “rafe cameron,” he smiled smugly, extending a hand to you.

there was something dark, yet tantalizing about the young man that towered over you, it even brought an undeniable ache to the bundle of nerves between your plush thighs.

accepting his hand, you batted your dolly lashes at rafe, a warmth growing in your tummy as his large hand enveloped yours in a firm grip, his thumb barely kneading into the soft skin between your forefinger and thumb.

deciding to fall back into your stuck-up persona, you were the first to break the hold between you and race, your eyes squinting a bit as you took one step backwards, “it was a pleasure, rafe,” you sang, clutching the empty tray to be tucked into your side.

spinning on your heels, you could feel rafe staring at the under-curve of your soft ass that peeked beneath the tight knit fabric of your skirt, watching as your hips swayed with each step you took. it wasn’t until you were far enough from the young man that you tugged on your skirt to remain secure around your thighs. internally, you scolded yourself for losing event the slightest bit of your cool. you were too good for him, you were too good for him. way too good.

rafe knew this as well, yet he was always proactive when it came to getting what he wanted — even if he had to get a little dirty.

#divider / xxbimbobunnyxx #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #obx #obx imagine #princess!reader #rafe x reader

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energiadelladea · 1 year

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Rosary nails by 528hzhottie on Instagram inspired by Mirror Palais ♱

#nails #nail art #rosary #rosary nails #satin #satin nails #pearlescent nails #glazed nails #hailey bieber nails #press ons #pearl nails #cross nails #mirror palais #fashion #ethereal nails #ethereal #aesthetic #528hzhottie

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konigsblog · 26 days

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demon!könig and religious!reader

cw: religious themes, demons, dark content, non-con/dub-con, choking. dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+

you're awoken to the agonizing feeling of your cunt stretched out around something wide, heavy and lengthy, prodding against your cervix, all their weight leaned down onto you. immediately, you gasp and choke out sobs of discomfort, mortification and fear — realising the state you're in.

your eyes are wide with terror and horror as you turn your head over your shoulder, gazing at the sight behind you through blurry eyes, caused by the tears forming in your waterline and spilling down your burning cheeks.

the sharpness of his nails against your bare, soft skin leaves crimson, ruby blood running down your skin, with one claw over your mouth, in an attempt to silence you. you know where your rosary lays, but so does he, and he makes sure that you have no way of freeing yourself from the torture.

the painful stretch between your thighs leaves you weeping pathetically, with your cunny swelling around the force and impact of his large, leaking dick. it's beyond agonizing, with tears pooling in your eyes from the pure agony of it all. the feeling of something being wrapped around your neck, restricting your breathing with a scarred and clawed hand. the tightness of his grasp and the feeling of burning and aching between your soft thighs from the ruthless and merciless thrusts leave you light-headed, unable to make out a coherent sentence as you're fucked into stupidity.

it's könig's goal to corrupt your mind, so that you're sinful and evil, a devilish version of yourself.

you feel as he flips himself around so that he's laying on your bed, and you're laying atop of him. your hips are pushed and angled skywards, to give the demon easy access as he controls and torments you. the scratching of his sharp, long claws against your entire body leaves you squirming, and the way he chants evil and ungodly verses into your ear, until you're nearly unconscious with the throbbing and pulsating sensation, feeling as könig thrusts deep into you, his attempts at mating with a human successful, as his potent load fills your aroused hole.

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pushkincore · 2 years

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Funny how I can write about great art history monuments basically from memory but have to google every small thing about how the catholic church works

#i was brought up around catholicism i'm baptized for the love of god #and now i'm here googling when exactly you need to pray the rosary lmao #it's for a book i'm writing i have one devout yet skeptical catholic in the cast and i guess i need to know this stuff #to nail the character you know #he thing is my mom didn't want for me to go to bible study because she's like a pretty devout atheist i guess #but my grandma insisted i go so they made a compromise #so i went to bible study exactly once and decided i didn't want to continue with it #so that was the end of my catholic experience #for better or for worse? who knows #but it would be helpful to know some of this stuff if not for anything else for this novel for literary analysis and for art history #anyway yeah

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atinylittlepain · 1 year

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okay i was wondering if you could a joel x fem reader maybe even dbf joel where it’s loosely based on the song diet mountain dew by lana del rey? like the pining part of it and also the lyric “let’s take jesus of the dashboard” THATS SO HOT TO ME SO IDK

ive never requested anything before soo hope this is okay 🫣🫣

ahhhhhh, this one is a doozy

Ride It

pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

joel milller masterlist

She calls her dad's co-worker for a ride and gets a little more than she was expecting.

warnings | 18+ SMUT, age gap, DBF!joel, and not much else y'all

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“Hello?”

“Mr. Miller?” She can hear sheets rustling, his gruff sigh over the crackling receiver.

“It’s late, honey. What’s wrong?” Her heart stutters at the sweet name he calls her, the same name he’s called her since she first met him when her dad started working for Miller Construction four years ago.

“It’s my car. I think I have a flat tire and I can’t drive on it.” A long sigh filters through the phone.

“You should call your dad. He’s probably worried sick about you.”

“No! I can’t– he’s gonna be so pissed. Please, Mr. Miller. Would you– would you come get me? I know you’re good with cars and all. Please?” Another long sigh.

“Alright, honey. Will you tell me where you are?” She does, pulled over on the shoulder of the highway, a little ways out of the city but nowhere near home.

“Hang tight, I’m coming.”

“Thank you, Mr. Miller.”

“I’ve told you a thousand times– just Joel, honey.”

“Thank you, Joel.”

“I’ll be there soon.” She clicks her cell phone shut with a sigh, slumping back in the driver’s seat of her car. Her stomach swirls in anticipation. Normally, she’d try to tamp down the crush she’s had on Joel for quite some time, but after a night out in the city with a few of her old high school friends, she’s just warmed up enough to let her mind race with thoughts of him. It’s silly, something that could never really happen, seeing as her dad has been best friends with Joel for years. But it wasn’t impossible, was it? After all, he’s younger than her dad, and only fifteen years older than her. Jesus christ, get a grip. She huffs, shaking her head to still her thoughts as she looks out at the pitch-black Texas night.

It isn’t long before headlights are brightening up the inside of her car and she turns in her seat to see Joel’s familiar pick up truck pulling up behind her.

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The rosary that hangs off her rear-view mirror is swaying harshly, the only sound beside their harsh panting and the sticky slap of skin is it clinking into the windshield over and over again. She’s not entirely sure how they got here, a mixture of late night talking and boundaries being flirted with until they both gave in to something they couldn’t have in the light of day.

“Shit, honey– fucking squeezing me– bit of a stretch for you, huh?” A high-pitched whine falls from her lips, her nails digging into the fabric of his unbuttoned flannel. Joel lets out a breathy laugh.

“That’s it, bounce on it for me, there you go– fuck– boys at school just not cutting it, are they? Need someone with a little more skill.” He punctuates his last word with a jolting thrust up that has the swollen tip of his cock grazing a spot so deep inside her it makes her crumple up against him, his rough fingers digging into her ass to support her as he starts a jagged rhythm of his own.

“C’mon, miss college. Use your words. Who’s making you feel so good?” She hadn’t been expecting it, a surprised yelp leaving her lips when he smacks the curve of her ass, hard, broad palm sure to leave a mark. There is nothing comfortable about the position they’re in, her straddling his lap, scrunched over him in the driver seat, one hand pressed up against the car door window while the other digs into his shoulders for stability. But all she can focus on is the sweet snap of pain and pleasure licking up her spine with each of his thrusts.

“You, Joel– you feel so good– want more– please, please–” Her words die in her throat when he thrusts up particularly hard, pressing her hips down to meet him and holding her there in a deep grind. She lets out a choked sob of his name, cunt clenching hard around him and coaxing a low moan from the back of his throat.

“Been wanting this for a while, haven’t you, honey?” His words are a smear against her bare chest where he had tugged down the front of her dress and bra, leaving harsh grazes of his teeth to the swell of her tits. He chuckles when the only response she gives him is a preening whine.

“Fucking knew it. You think I didn’t see how you were looking at me? Practically begging for it– shit– dirty little thing, aren’t you? What would your old man say, huh? Does he know his daughter’s just a little slut?” His voice is a southern slur stamped hotly into her skin, low and drawling and all melted together, pushing her even closer to the brink as her wetness starts to smear down hers and Joel’s thighs, the sound of skin slicking and sticking with each thrust becoming impossibly lewd. It’s almost too much when his one hand dips under her rucked up skirt, fingers harshly toying with her clit.

“Give it to me, honey. Make a fucking mess, c’mon.” The pleasure floods over in an instant, the only sound she can make is a breathy chant of his name as her hips seize up and she spasms around him. He’s not far behind as he thrusts into her a few more times before his hips stutter to a stop and she feels his warmth spreading inside her. She clings to him, both of them breathing hard and flushed with pleasure.

“Jesus christ, I’m sorry– I should’ve–” “S’fine, I’m on the pill.” He throws his head back into the headrest at that, chest still heaving. But he doesn't stay still for long, jostling her in his hold as he suddenly leans forward and yanks the rosary still clinking into the windshield clean off the rearview mirror, tossing it haphazardly onto the passenger seat. She quirks an eyebrow at him as he settles back into the seat.

“Damn noise was driving me insane.”

#joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller au #joel miller imagine #tlou #the last of us #tlou fanfiction

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simonrillleyyysss · 7 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ CRYBABY ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

prompt: simons favourite word for you!

ghost x innocent!(catholic)Reader

warnings:mean ghost,rough sex, spanking, corruption kink, religious symbology,implied age gap(legal! 3-4 years),slapping,oral sex(m!receiving),choking, hair pulling, aftercare at the end❤️overstim? unprotected sex,

notes: I’m catholic im never getting into heaven 😭😭😭😭god im a whore I need to go to confession

“Crybaby.”

Ghost growled, his thick cock rutting into your puffy cunt, soft weeps falling from your lips as you pleaded, nails clawing at his shoulderblades, his hand immediately reaching for your wrist and yanking it away.

“Si—! Namngh! S’too—S’too much-“

A harsh slap to your swollen clit caused you to sob out, thighs moving to instinctively slam shut— forced open by the large hands holding them apart.

“Fucking take it, crying whore—shit, gonna fuckin’ stuff you full of my cum—yeah?”

Ghosts thick fingers slid inside your mouth, causing you to gag as fat tears slid down your rosy cheeks, feeling his hips still inside you, hot cum mixing with your slick.

make sure to say thank you! simon can’t waste his tasty cum on you if you won’t be grateful :((

“Crybaby.”

A harsh slap to your plushie bottom followed afterwards, sprawled across his lap like a good doll, hiccuping and sniffling as he battered your poor bottom.

“M’sorry—m’sosososorry!”

“Shut up.”

Another weep fell from your throat, his hand tangling through your hair—roughly yanking it back to accentuate his point, the back of his palm striking against your red hind.

“It’s a shame mummy and daddy never bothered to put”-

SLAP.

“Put manners in you, useless pricks.”

make sure to thank him for helping you behave, nobody likes it when someone’s bad!!

“Crybaby.”

You felt his thick cock ramming down your small throat, salty tears spilling from your innocent little eyes, lashes wet and mascara pouring down your cheeks, mixing with the tears, lipstick smeared across your face, and gathering at the base of his cock.

“Nasty cunt’, bet you like this, yeah? Makin’ you all cockdrunk—fuckk—yeah, can’t live without my dick, can you?”

A sharp yank on the pretty, pink rosaries wrapped around your neck made you pull back and gasp, saliva dripping from your swollen lips, his hands grasping the back of your head and shoving you back down, holding you between his thighs, nose rubbing against his pubic bone.

make sure to swallow every last drop! can’t waste his load !

“S’okay, dove..Did so good.”

His gruff voice replied, helping you bathe yourself; placing the pretty pink bath bomb into the bath, watching it fizzle as he ran the facecloth along your hickey-covered neck, gently kissing your tear-stained cheek.

“..Love you, Si-Si..”

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“Love you too, baby.”

#ghost x reader #soap mactavish x reader #ghost smut #soap smut #ghost imagine #simon riley x reader #ghost smut cod #Simon ghost Riley smut #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #ghost is babygirl #dilf ghost #ghost is a brat tamer #imagine #Spotify

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