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miioouu Ā· 1 month
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dirty talking with simon on the phone when heā€™s on deployment, whining and moaning down the mic as you play w/ yourself, not knowing johnny and gaz are there rubbing one out at the sound of you. ā€œyou like that? dirty girl.ā€ simon growls with a chuckle after saying the most horrendously slutty things, one hand holding his phone flat while the other is tight fistedly shafting his cock. and as you cum with his name on your tongue, legs shakingā€” you donā€™t seem to hear the sounds of three men grunting and spluttering as they shoot their loads shortly after :(
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miioouu Ā· 2 months
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smoke break
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SCREAMING at those photos ur reposting bc ?! you talking to price about nudes and hes like . idk unsure about it and then youre away and hes like ā€¦ well no time like the present! sending a nude that isnt showing anything but his big, hairy body and waiting sooo nonchalantly (hes so nervous) idk my brain is braining - šŸ¾
When Price sees the type of effect he has on you, he starts sending them so often: during breaks, while away on long missions, even when the two of you are out with the rest of 141 heā€™ll sneak away to the bathroom stall just to send you a picture that will more than likely rile you up
Eventually it progresses into videos. This one he really wasnā€™t a big fan of at first because he doesnā€™t like hearing his voice on videos and he certainly doesnā€™t know how to work his phone while getting off but he just canā€™t stop thinking about it and one day he finally decides to go for it
The camera work is shaky, and most of the time heā€™s got the lens accidentally covered up but what matters the most is how clearly you can hear his voice through the recording; small whines escaping his lips as he strokes his dick, whines that only grow louder and mingle with the sound of skin slapping as he inches closer to his release, many times heā€™ll accidentally stop the recording so he has to send you multiple of them in one go and at one point you just have a clip of him going ā€œplease please please,ā€ before he cums on video
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miioouu Ā· 2 months
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when you start dating johnny, you also start dating simon. theyā€™re best friends, which means simon is also your best friend.
heā€™s always over at your place, and you always sit inbetween then whenever you guys watch a movie. johnnyā€™s hand on your thigh whilst simonā€™s arm chills around your shoulder, his thumb gently rubbing your arm.
so its no surprise when you end up getting furiously dicked down in bed by simon, his thick girthy cock stretching your poor cunt out while you choke on johnnyā€™s fat dick, tears in your eyes as your muffled whimpers only spur them on more. ā€œfuckinā€™ hellā€”ā€œ si grunts out with each bellow and pump back inside of you, his thumb reaching down to tease your swollen clit. johnnyā€™s fingers pinch at your nipples, chuckling as he grabs at your stupidly fat tits with a satisfied growl.
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miioouu Ā· 2 months
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simon can't get over the feel of how tight your cunt gets everytime he comes back from a mission. it's not been stretched in a while, your little fingers or toys are nothing in comparison to his fucking thick length.
"shit" he curses with every thrust, "how do you get so fucking tight every time? jesus christ. just squeezing me, aren't you?"
your mouth would be dropped open, pleasure and pain mixing together, your tight pussy opening up to take him in.
again and again, rough, full thrusts that make you run your nails down his back. he doesn't even react to the pain of that, too focused on opening you up for him.
"shit. gonna have to fuck this pretty cunt every day"
he smirks as he sees you gasp and writhe beneath him, too fucked out to reply.
"multiple times a day too, yeah?"
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HehhešŸ„“šŸ’•
Ghost with temperature play thošŸ„“šŸ’•(i think its temp play or kink but whateves its the same thing, i think??)
This request reminds me of the time when I used to write anime smut and I'm here for it!!! Also after some thorough research ;) I have concluded that yes, temp play and kink are the same. Anyway, hope you enjoy it, thank you for blessing us with your unholy thoughts bbg!
Tw: smut, temperature play, oral (fem receiving), orgasm denial, fem reader
The room was hot, sweat drops running down your spine and your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Your body was blazing, scorching evenā€¦
The chuckle coming from between your thighs didnā€™t help the situation either. His warm eyes looking up at you through his long eyelashes. ā€œWhat is it, love? Are you feeling hot?ā€ Heā€™s mocking you, for sure. And you wonder why he even bothers asking you this question, Simon would never let you talk back. In fact, he likes your silence, maybe thatā€™s why he has his glove shoved deeply into your mouth, your drool coating it, dripping down your chin.
The room was hot, like a sauna, honestly what did you expect when your latest mission is right in the middle of the desert. Luckily though, your captain isnā€™t cruel enough to let you die from a heat stroke, the place he rented for you has perfect air conditioning. But your lieutenant on the other hand, heā€™s nasty and dirty. ā€œTurn on the AC? Weā€™re in the military sergeant, you should be able to handle heatā€ And thatā€™s true, and you usually were perfectly fine sweating in the dry sandy air, but usually he wouldnā€™t have his tongue swiping at your slit, sliding between your folds to have a taste of your arousal. Usually, you wouldnā€™t have to hold your breath, be scared of letting out a sound, afraid that your comrades next door would hear. He took pity on you, the moments your eyes flutter, your fingers grasped his, gosh youā€™ve always been so beautiful to him, but something about seeing you almost slip out of conscience as you body sticks to the sheets with perspiration has really got him thinking of you as a the most beautiful angel that has ever graced the surface of the earth. ā€œAh, relaxā€¦ I know a way to cool you down, loveā€ Heā€™d murmur against your soft thigh before straightening up. His hand quickly found the mini fridge, a smirk adorned his face when he saw the tray of ice cubes, thatā€™ll definitely cool you down. He slipped one between his lips, letting it melt on the tip of his tongue slightly before going back to the place where he belonged; between your legs.
The ice cube, now a little smaller, falls from his mouth, placing it right above your bundle of nerves. The contrast between your hot body and the glacial crystal has you arching your back and a whimper of his name choked itself out from between your lips. This reaction earned you a chuckle from the man above you, his eyes shining in mischief, trying but failing to feign innocence as he kisses your inner thighs, slowly, coldly, making his way to your drenching core. Tongue still frozen, he swiped it between your folds, tasting you had him humming out loud. ā€œYou always taste so good, love.ā€ His compliment is mumbled against your skin as heā€™s still sloppily making out with your heat. He sucks on your clit, the tip of his tongue draws languid circles, making sure to always add a little more pressure to that place that would usually have you hiccuping for air. His lashes flutter shut, enjoying your arousal a little too much, his nails dig in the soft flesh of your thighs. Enjoying you a little too much, his hips grind against the mattress below him. Enjoying the way you tremble and shake beneath him, not even his glove can restrain your whines for more, he can almost hear your voice in his head ā€œMore sir! Please, please, I need more, more than just your tongueā€ The memory has him moaning, the vibration of it making your toes curl.Oh you were so close, and he knew it.
The ice cube now long melted, the cold water running down your thighs, spilling on the sheets and whenever your skin ever so grazes the drops, it sends electricity through your body. ā€œStill hot, hmm?ā€ Simon teases, his voice laced with a hint of arrogance as he sees the desperation in your teary eyes. He pulls away for a minute, finding the tray again, and it isn't Ghost if he gives you warnings, right? Where's the fun in that? With that he dumps the rest of the ice cubes onto your stomach, relishing in the way you quiver and squirm, a proud smile drawn on his face.
Quickly, his hands still cold, he grabs your hips and pulls you closer to him, he hovers above you, face mere inches away from yours ā€œWhat? Are you feeling cold now, sergeant? Don't worry, I've also got a way to deal with this tooā€¦ā€
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miioouu Ā· 3 months
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Under Captain Priceā€™s desk
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Synopsis: You give Price a blowjob underneath his desk, only for Soap to walk in. It would be better to stop before you get caught, but teasing Price is so much more fun
Warnings: Smut
Pairing: John Price x genderneutral reader
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One of Priceā€™s hands is wound tightly in your hair, the other one gripping onto the edge of his desk like his life depends on it. You are seated underneath it, on your knees, your mouth sliding along his cock deliciously. The sinful sight of it alone has a flush appearing behind his beard. You shouldnā€™t do this, not right here in his office during the day, but Price was far too eager for your touch to stop you. Your eyes stare up at his, tears pricking at the corners when you take him deep into your throat, your hands bracing you against his muscular thighs. With the way his hips sputter up against your face you can tell heā€™s close, his face scrunched up in pleasure. All you hear are his soft groans before a knock startles you both.
Price pulls you off of his cock with lightning speed, quickly pushing you further underneath his desk and scooting himself closer to it as well. Your back is pressed against the wood of his desk, his cock smearing your own spit and his precum along your cheek as there is little space for either of you to move to. Your face is essentially sandwhiched against his crotch, but not without reason, as within seconds you hear the door to his office opening.
ā€œI did not tell you you could come in,ā€ Price says gruffly, trying to appear as casual as possible.
You can feel your heartbeat in your throat as you realize you almost got caught on your knees in front of your captain. A shiver runs over your spine as you imagine what couldā€™ve happened, the thought surprisingly not all that unpleasantā€¦
A care-free laugh resounds through the room, and you quickly pinpoint it to be Soapā€™s. ā€œDonā€™t be such a hard-ass cap, got those files you wanted.ā€
Priceā€™s hand in your hair strokes you gently, clearly telling you to stay still as you hear footsteps approaching the desk. You really, really should, but another shiver of excitement runs through you as you turn your head slightly, smearing his cock over your lips. You can feel the muscles in his thighs flex under your fingers, the hand in your hair tightening in warning. A smile pulls at your lips as you move one hand to grip onto his cock, bringing the head directly against your mouth.
ā€œGreat,ā€ Price coughs, covering up a surprised groan when your tongue flicks out to lick his tip. ā€œLeave them here and Iā€™ll look through them later.ā€
You hear the thick folder hit the wood above your head. ā€œYou sure cap? Thereā€™s a lot here to sift through. Seriously, when you start reading what this guyā€™s been up toā€¦ā€
As Soap rattles on you stop listening, instead focusing on licking from the base of Priceā€™s cock back up to the tip, circling your tongue around it teasingly. You can feel him twitch in your hand with every movement, his hips slightly bucking when you close your lips around the head. He tugs on your hair again, warning you, but you donā€™t relent.
ā€œYou alright? Youā€™re looking a bit flushed, heard thereā€™s a bug going around,ā€ Soap says, blissfully unaware of what is actually happening.
Price curses under his breath as he runs a hand over his face. You would chuckle about how stressed you have him if your mouth wasnā€™t currently occupied otherwise, sliding his cock deeper and deeper into your throat.
ā€œIā€™m fine, just real busy,ā€ Price tells Soap. His hand tugs at your hair, but this time it isnā€™t to warn you to stop, oh no. You feel the difference, feel the edge of roughness as he does it. Youā€™re definitely paying for this later. ā€œLetā€™s meet up in two hours, yeah? Then weā€™ll go over the details.ā€
Soap lingers for a moment more before you hear his heavy boots retreating back to the door. ā€œUnderstood, sir.ā€
You can feel Priceā€™s muscles relax as soon as Soap closes the door behind himself, leaving the two of you alone again. He instantly scoots back his chair, pulling you off of him as you whine.
ā€œFuck, you want to get me in trouble, donā€™t you, love?ā€ He says, his brows drawn together in a frown.
Heā€™s a little frustrated, but thereā€™s also clear desire in his gaze as he stares down at you. And he could never get mad at you, not really.
You give him a sheepish smile. ā€œI canā€™t help that you didnā€™t lock your door.ā€
He grabs onto your arm, tugging you up on his lap till youā€™re practically face to face with him, uncaring about dirtying your pants or shirt as his cock presses up against your stomach. ā€œRight, because I shouldā€™ve known you would crawl under my desk, suck my cock, and then not even stop when one of my men comes in.ā€
ā€œA true lack of foresight on your part, captain.ā€ You bite your lip to hold back a chuckle.
He grabs onto your chin with one hand, and a heavy second passes before a lazy grin pulls at his lips. ā€œYou are dirty little thing, you know that?ā€
ā€œAffirmative.ā€
He groans in approval, pressing a soft yet hungry kiss to your lips before pulling away and slapping your ass.
ā€œNow go lock the door, Iā€™m not done with you yet.ā€
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miioouu Ā· 3 months
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OH. THAT WAS SOMETHING BRO I LOVE THAT WORKK, CAN'T WAIT FOR THE GHOST ENDINGšŸ¤©šŸ’–šŸ„°
HI HI!!! THANK YOU BABY! I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT!
The ghost ending will have a completely different vibe, so i hope you're all ready for it! ;)
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miioouu Ā· 3 months
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Mean dad's best friend! John Price Ending
Helloooo! Iā€™m back from the dead to drop this horrible, disgusting, bad bad final part for Priceā€™s route! Iā€™ve been dealing with some personal issues as well as some terrible creative blocks, so please I know itā€™s bad, ok? Tw: smut, breeding kink, mention of fingering and oral (female receiving), female reader Wc: 1.4kĀ 
Your eyes kept glancing between the two men. Why are you having such a hard time making a choice? It should be obvious right? Although Simon has always been on your mind, the one you're always crawling back to, you know better than that. The voice in the back of your head is telling you to let go, no matter how much your heart will break, there's someone who'll mend it back together.
The thought alone made you smile, you gazed into ocean blues and suddenly, it wasn't that difficult to choose. His grin alone made your heart skip a beat. His hands, the way they smooth down the skin of your waist as he pulls you closer, is enough to make you melt. And you weren't supposed to feel anything for that man; only here to make Ghost jealous, only a mere distraction at first, but he's become so much more, someone you likeā€¦loved even.
You try to voice out your choice, although Price stopped you ā€œIt's ok sweetheart, I think he got it, right?ā€ His warm eyes turned icy just by looking at the other man. And again, you hate their silent communication, you hate always being left in the dark, but the moment Simon scoffed, giving you his infamous eye roll as he turned away and slipped from your room, it was enough to make you forget all about their lack of communication skills.
It was the way his arms wrap around you as he holds you close, and the way his warm eyes gazed into yours as he smiled so adorably, thatā€™s one of the reasons why you chose John. The way he cared about you, never talked about other women, never told you what to do. Never stern and never rude, only sweetness outside the bedroom and in it too. His hands are always soft as they gently lift your shirt up, just like he is doing right now, calloused but gentle as they brush against your skin, leaving scatters of goosebumps in their trail. His words, praising you with devotion ā€œMaybe I donā€™t make you feel as good as him. Maybe he really is better than meā€¦But you know, he doesnā€™t like you the way I do. Noone ever will.ā€ But you only shake your head. Maybe you have been blinded by Ghostā€™s pure rough lust, but youā€™re not stupid enough to disregard gentleness and awe.Ā 
His lips trailed down your neck, down your collarbones, and when usually heā€™d like to bite and nibble, he feels as if he doesnā€™t need to mark you anymore. Youā€™re his, you know it, he knows it, Simon knows it. No need for unnecessary roughness, of reminding that you enjoy him just as much, if not more now. Itā€™s obvious, from the way your head falls back against the pillows, they kind of smell like him. From the way your nails dig in his shoulders as you guide him back down, further down. Soft lips on your soft tummy, making the butterflies erupt in your stomach, the way he kisses you, so carefully, like you were crystal, like you were the finest porcelain, like you were the most fragile thing that has ever seen the light of the earth.Ā 
This military man always felt like he belonged in chaos and brutality, the savagery of bullets and loudness of bombs, never did he think heā€™d find relishing in tenderness and kindness. Cold nights when heā€™d stay awake praying god would let him see another day of life, now between the warmth of your sheets, god is forgotten, John can only sin and sin over and over again, if this is what hell is like, then so be it, nothing will ever taste as sweet as your arousal. A sloppy man by nature, saliva and drool dripping down his chin as he messily makes out with your folds. Between your thighs, thatā€™s where he truly belonged.Ā 
Doe eyes looking up at you from below, it made you smile, how a man like him canā€™t contain his eagerness. Your fingers ran through his hair, pulling him closer to your core, even closer when your back arched, his fingers suddenly plunging inside you. Thatā€™s how he always did it ā€œWanna make sure youā€™re ready sweetheart. Donā€™t ever want to hurt you, not that way at leastā€¦ā€ Ā Heā€™d constantly say, to the point where it kept on replaying in your mind, even at the worst possible moments. Heā€™d always make sure youā€™d cum on his fingers or tongue first, for comfort, as he puts it. But deep down, thatā€™s not the reason. Knowing that he as you wrapped around his fingers, literally, always did something to him. The way you purr, thrash against your sheets when he overstimulates you with just a flicker to your abused clit, the way you beg him ā€œPlease, please! Justā€¦put it in, fuck me!ā€ the way you ramble, voice dripping with desperation, high pitched, and whiny. Your whining, your begging, your crying is why he does it. Youā€™d always tell him how nice he is, but heā€™s cruel really, selfishly so.
Itā€™s only when he thinks youā€™re ready, or in other words, itā€™s only when your tears are staining the pillows, only when your nails drew crescent reds on his back, only when he couldnā€™t take it anymore, would he push you further up the bed and hover above you. He wouldnā€™t even give you much time to process whatā€™s happening. He already got your legs wrapped around his waist, and when usually heā€™d growl and complain about having to use protection, this time he skipped it all together. Your eyes went wide, a small gasp escaped your lips when you felt his tip nudging between your lower lips; he found your behaviour just so cute. He chuckles, leaning down, folding you as he does so, whispers lightly in your ear ā€œYouā€™re so adorable like that, sweetheart. So pretty folded in half for me like thatā€¦Got to take advantage of that now, soon I wonā€™t be able to do that at all, hmm?ā€ Ā It doesnā€™t take a genius to know what he meant by that, and even if you had any doubts, he slid into you, hissing in pleasure at the feeling of your tight walls around his cock, reinforcing his idea, making it clear.Ā 
And why did he ever doubt you? Was the way you scream his name not enough proof that you loved him? The way you squirm, the way tears cascaded down your cheeks, the way you grabbed into him, all of that, was it not enough to make your decision easier? Youā€™re both too stupid to realise that there shouldnā€™t have been any hesitation in who youā€™d choose in the end.Ā 
His hips moved against yours, drilling into you at a speed youā€™ve never experienced from that man before, or anyone for what matters. His hands dug into your hips as he held you steady. Youā€™re panting, biting your lips to keep your moans at bay, but to no avail. He wonā€™t be having that. ā€œDonā€™t be selfish now my darling. Iā€™ve been patient enough, the least you could do is appreciate me by screaming my name, donā€™t you think?ā€ And who were you to deny him this request? Your lips parted at his demand, his name rolling off your tongue has him picking up his pace, faster and faster, heā€™s reaching so deep. Although not in the fields, when Johnny puts his mind into something, heā€™ll make sure it happens, no matter what it takes. His fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves, it has you twitching underneath him, squirming and shaking, your voice is all choked up when you cum. Your vision is blurry, your limbs feel like jelly as your gummy walls spasm around him, really, heā€™s not surprised at how fast he cums when heā€™s with you anymore, never once did it hurt his ego.Ā Your exhausted smile warmed his heart. A kiss on your forehead and a soft whisper of ā€œThanks for giving me a chanceā€ Ā has you wrap your arms around him to press a sweet peck to his lips. And you thought that was the end of your night, youā€™re ready to be tucked in and cuddled up against his chest and be lulled to sleep by his heartbeat as usual, but no. ā€œOh no, where do you think youā€™re going, darling? No, no weā€™re not done yet. I got to make sure it takes, wanna see you all round for me. Weā€™re gonna show him, I can give you what you want. I am what you needā€¦ā€
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miioouu Ā· 3 months
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himbo!simon who only thinks with his pretty dick. only thinks about stuffing your pussy with his thick meaty shaft because thatā€™s all he can think about.
the way your gummy and wet walls are gonna stretch to take him, the way youā€™re gonna tighten around him like a vice as he whines and whimpers when he pumps into you.
his balls heavy and full as he grunts about wanting to fill you to the brim. his vision goes a little spotty when you encourage him to cum.
oh god and if you ride him? heā€™s babbling stupidly about how good you feel, about how he canā€™t take it because it feels so so good.
he cums so much, like an ungodly amount. his hips stuttering, cock sensitive and angry as he cums into you.
heā€™s barely finished shooting his load into you before his lips are wrapping around your tits to suck and lick at your breast when heā€™s mumbling, ā€œagain, wā€™nna fuck you again baby.ā€
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miioouu Ā· 3 months
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named him soap but all he does is make a mess...
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Imagine just getting your nails done and you show Simon and his mind would go to the dirtiest places just by looking at your freshly manicured nails
as a girl who frequently gets her nails done, this is doing something to my brain. scratching it just in all the right places!! :(
but youā€™d send him a picture of your fresh set. theyā€™re so long and pretty, all the little gems and stones perfectly placed, and youā€™re so happy.
but you donā€™t know the chaos and turmoil you have just caused simon. you donā€™t know how the second he saw your pretty nails, blood began rushing to his cock and he was chubbing up already.
a vivid image of your fingers wrapped around his cock while you jerked him off appeared. then one of how theyā€™d be extra sharp as they raked down his back as he bullied his cock into you.
he feels kind of pathetic, because before he knows it his hand is slipping into his sweats, cupping his heavy balls and hard cock as he jerks off to a picture of your hands.
when he finishes he also send you a picture of his, messy with his cum and still grasping at his cock.
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miioouu Ā· 3 months
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Tell you what, im so, so, soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo invested in that mean ghost series of yoursšŸ„“šŸ’•
AHHHHHH THANK YOUUUUU SO MUUUCH šŸ©·šŸ©·šŸ©·
Hopefully one of the final parts will be up before the end of the year!!!! šŸ¤ž
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miioouu Ā· 3 months
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Some day I will go back to drawing full illustrations, until then.
Man floating in space.
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miioouu Ā· 3 months
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i was the brain that sent in the coquette ribon ask, idk why i did it anon šŸ¤” but just wanted to let you know that what you wrote is CHEFS KISS ILY SM šŸ’–šŸ’– your brain is so powerful
NO YOUR BRAIN IS SO POWERFUL THANK YOU FOR BLESSING ME WITH THAT FANTASTIC IDEA I FEEL SO HONOURED TO BE THE ONE WRITING THOSE THOUGHTS OF YOURS BESTIE. PLEASE KEEP GRACING ME WITH YOUR WONDERFUL MIND, PLEASE!!!!
no but seriously, that really was an amazing idea. I've seen the ribbon bow trend thingy where girls tie it around their man's arms and it got me drooling, and then you sent me that request and i never ran so fast to grab my laptop before it was amazing!!!!! šŸ©·šŸ©·šŸ©·šŸ©·
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that coquette trend with the pink ribbons but tying it (not tight) around one of the cod guys cock, like around the base while hes all pink and leaky and hard and taking a pick. ugh im drooling
GIIIIIIRL THE GASP I GUSPED WHILE READING THIS OMG IM DROOLING TOO!!!!! Some bitches get morning texts from their partners, some from their friends, but me?! This is my good morning texts and that's all i need in life!! Thank you for your amazing brain! Tw:smut, female readerĀ 
Johnny ā€˜Soapā€™ Mactavish:Ā 
His darted between yours and your fingers. He smiled as you pawed at his thigh, knowing that soon theyā€™ll be around his cock. ā€œCome on, youā€™ve got me impatient bonnieā€, heā€™d complain as he always does. But this time, youā€™re ready to switch roles. Itā€™s you whoā€™s usually a mess underneath him; a whimpering, crying mess. What if itā€™s finally his time to be teased mercilessly?Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re always impatient, Johnny.ā€ you retort as you sit up slightly, shifting as you feel your knees giving up from pressing against the floor for too long. ā€œClose your eyes, Iā€™ll be right back.ā€ You bat your eyelashes at him, he wonā€™t resist it, he wonā€™t resist a surprise in the first place either way. Although he scoffed, itā€™s not Johnny if heā€™s not bratty anyway, he did what you asked him for, laying back against the couch, his thighs parting a little more, and thereā€™s a stupid smirk on his face when he closes his eyes ā€œAs you wish, kitty.ā€Ā 
So pretty, standing in all its glory, his cock adorned by a pinkish blush, almost twitching in anticipation. He shivers when he feels the lightest brush of your fingers against his sensitive skin, followed by something so foreign ā€œWhatā€™s that, kitty?ā€ he shuffles in his seat, not knowing if he should trust you or open his eyes. ā€œKeep them closed Johnny, just for a secondā€¦go ahead, you can open themā€. Quickly, his eyes were on you, kneeling so prettily between his thighs, eyes soft and round and your lips are twitching, trying to stifle a laugh, thatā€™s when he looked at his own dick, still covered with your hands that slowly peel away to reveal a thin, pale pink ribbon tied loosely around the middle of his dick. Itā€™s ridiculous, really. He looks pathetic, ā€˜unmanlyā€™, and yet, despite the rolling of his eyes, he still reached down to jerk at his length. His eyebrows raise slightly at the way the ribbon would move with every up and down of his palm, something about is so fascinating, even for you as you swat his hand to replace it with yours. Something about it, so delicate and soft, made him slip into that mindset, heā€™s whimpering. Johnny ā€˜Soapā€™ Mactavish is whimpering and trembling as his pretty kitty is giving him a handjob! Heā€™s breathless, hissing when you slow down your pace, only for it to turn into a moan when you pick up the tempo again. It wasnā€™t long before the once pink ribbon became a wet, white mess.Ā 
John Price:Ā 
Thereā€™s an evident smirk on his face as he watches you getting prepared for your night out with your girls. His eyes never leave your nimble fingers as they tie a girly pink ribbon at the end of your braids. ā€œThatā€™s cute, darling. You look so delectable with those bows.ā€ You only laughed, shaking your head at him, too used to his antics when you spend a night away from him; anything to keep you home.Ā 
But this time, it wasnā€™t him who kept you back, but rather the dirty thoughts that kept running through your mind as you applied your makeup. You take a deep breath before marching towards him, thanking whatever god above that John always slept in the nude in the comfort of his own house, all you had to do was to peel the covers to see his already erect cock.Ā 
He has the audacity to laugh, as if he already saw it coming, it makes you huff, wrapping the ribbon a little tighter than what you originally intended. ā€œSimmer down, darling. Loosen up, and loosen that silky thing tooā€¦ā€ Jerk!Ā 
You do end up loosening it up slightly, tying a perfect bow around his base, the strings tickling at his balls, enhancing the feeling of it all. His eyes flutter when he feels your tongue circling around his tip, you hum at the taste of his pre. For some reason heā€™s already panting. Heā€™s already got his fingers laced in your styled hair, pushing you further and further down his dick, until your lips reach the pink circle of silk, gagging and drooling around him.Ā Youā€™re late to your dinner, you always are, but itā€™s alright. Itā€™s more than alright when he sends you a picture in the middle of your hangout. The image itself makes you rub your thighs together under the table, the sight of his huge cock still decorated with the pink bow, the sight of the ribbon translucent in some places, the drops of his cum pooling around his balls, the text followed after ā€œCome unwrap your gift, my darlingā€ all got way too impatient to get back home to him.Ā 
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Barbie or Oppenheimer (I havenā€™t watched either, sorry) || ketchup or mustard || crinkled fries or curly fries || robots or dinosaurs || silly hats or silly socks || spring or autumn (donā€™t make me choose!!) || Harry potter or Lord of the Rings (oops, havenā€™t seen these either.) || vacation or staycation || day or night || board games or video games (both) || books or movies (depends really) || milkshake or iced coffee || waffles or pancakes || chocolate or candy || beach or pool (scared of both) || laundry or dishes || take-out or dine-out || fantasy or sci-fi (drama) || lays or pringles.
Ahhh thank you @ghostslillady for tagging me!!! I wish I had more mutuals I can tag!!Ā 
Tagging @simonrillleyyysss
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Barbie or Oppenheimer (neither cause i havenā€™t watched either) // ketchup or mustardĀ (both)// crinkled fries or curly fries // robots or dinosaurs // silly hats or silly socks // spring or autumn // Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings // vacation or staycation // day or night // board games or video games // books or movies // milkshake or iced coffee // waffles or pancakes // chocolate or candy // beach or pool // laundry or dishes // take-out or dine-out // fantasy or sci-fi // lays or Pringles
was tagged by @cssndra-cain <3
tagging: @simonxriley @fettboba @romancedeldiablo @riewritten @queennymeria of course no pressure, if you want to do it!!
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