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felt this SO aggressively

drinking water when i feel like my world is falling apart because i care too much about my friends and family to **** ******

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yeah this is perfect

── RELINQUISHED CONTROL w/ SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

simon riley x fem!reader

cw: subby simon, sleepy/tired simon, p in v, spit as lube, use of ‘good boy’ x1, brief nipple play, orgasm delay/control

NSFT ✩ MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)

MASTERLIST

you could practically taste the exhaustion radiating off of simon. his shoulders sagged and as he slipped his balaclava off you could see just how much more defined the bags and purple under his eyes were.

his body slumping against yours as he held you close, running his hands down your back, up and through your hair. pressing a lazy kiss to your mouth. his tongue prying your lips open, slow and messy before he pulled away.

you had to drag him towards the shower, his eyes closed as you guided him through your shared home. turning the water on for him and letting him strip. he soaked and cleansed himself longer than normal, but you didn’t mind. knowing he needed time to unwind.

and when he collapsed onto the mattress, you were already waiting for him. his nose nuzzling into your neck, eyes barely open as he began to suck and lick down your throat. “you aren’t sleepy?”

you words were quiet, but the way his thick fingers dug into your hips was your answer. maneuvering the two of you so you were on top of him. your thighs straddling his hips as his mouth licked down to your chest. his tongue gliding over your nipple, the gentle sucking over the fabric of your thin shirt had you preening. your hips rocking over his when he finally tugged your shirt off.

sucking lazily, whining against your skin as he bucked his hips forward. his fingers everywhere on your body, gripping and massaging and removing the layers of clothes you had on.

he wanted you to take care of him tonight. he needed it. and without him saying it, you knew it too.

your fingers slipped into the waistband of his briefs, feeling his cock begin to grow hard, circling your thumb against the tip, before pulling the fabric of his boxers off.

spitting into your palm before wrapping around the base of his cock. jerking your hand up and down a few times before he fully hardened against your hold.

your fingers pushing his head back so you could kiss and nip at his throat, “need me to take care of you tonight, si’?”

he nodded, eyes screwed up as your fingers continued to tug and squeeze at his hard length. you nipped gently at his jaw, gliding your thumb against his messy tip, “no, baby. need you to use your words for me.”

it was far and few in between when simon relinquished control. and despite knowing how much he needed this, your heart thrummed at being able to take it.

his voice always became so desperate and needy, your clit aching to see such a strong man’s knees buckle just for you.

his voiced wavered with desperation, eyes sleepy as he nodded up at you once more, “need you to take care of me tonight.”

your lips trailed down his neck, kissing and sucking softly as simon grew increasingly more desperate. your tongue tracing down his toned chest and abdomen. moaning softly as you got to the thin patch of hair on his lower belly.

pressing gentle kisses at the base of his thighs before biting down. wasting no time in taking his cock into your mouth. sucking and lapping at the tip as he cried out. your eyes locked on his as his fingers gripped at the sheets.

simon’s fingers were desperate to thread through your hair but he refrained. you knew what he needed, and he was going to let you give it to him. swallowing around his thick cock as the tip knocked against the back of your throat. he was so close.

his cock aching and angry, eyes rolled back and ready to come into your mouth before you pulled away. a choked noise left his mouth as he looked up at you in confusion.

“it’s okay, baby. don’t worry, m’gonna make you feel good.”

his mouth opened as if it protest but no words came out. leaning into your touch as you pet his hair, his lips trying to find yours as you placed kisses all along his face. “just relax, si’. you’re doing so good.”

he felt his cock throb at the praise. your warm thighs straddling him once more as you dragged your cunt along the length of his dick. your head hung forward to watch him.

his fingers held onto your waist but there was no force in his grip. letting you take control.

“you want to fuck me, baby?”

he grunted quietly, nodding, “fuck, yeah-need you.”

a soft laugh fell from your mouth, giving shallows rolls of your hips, the head of his cock knocking against your swollen clit each time. your thighs trembled with anticipation.

“who does this cock belong to, hm?”

you slowly sunk down onto him, biting back the desperate need to take him fully.

“fuck-”

your hips paused their descent, “that’s not the answer i was looking for.”

simon’s nails dug into the plush of your hips, his thighs trembling beneath yours as he tried to even out his breathing, “you, belongs to you.”

you bit back a smile, sinking down fully to lazily grinding down against him, “what belongs to me, hm?”

with gritted teeth, he babbled out, “my cock.”

“good boy.”

your hips raised and slammed down onto his, simon’s cock pulsed as you bounced against him. using him in the best way. his back arched off the bed as he let his desperation take over.

grunts and soft whines of pleasure tumbling out of his mouth. it was too good. your cunt wrapped around him like a vice. warm and wet and welcoming.

a soft, broken cry left his mouth as he tried so hard not to come so quick. each rock and sway of your hips had simon seeing stars.

the stress and ache of day slowly leaving him each time you sunk down onto his cock. “fuck, gonna come-need to come, please.”

his fingers dug into your waist as you bounced down faster. your fingers reaching between your thighs to rub at your clit.

you tightened up around him and simon’s back arched. the first spurts of his come filling you as your name fell from his mouth, followed by a string of thanks you.

your orgasm came shortly after, your thighs aching and trembling as you slumped against him. his fingers rubbing against your back as you pressed kisses to his jaw and lips.

“you did so good, si’. made me feel so good.”

he practically purred as he pulled you closer. nuzzling into your neck as your fingers tangled through his short hair. his breath evening out into a steady rhythm as he fell asleep in your arms.

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i cant pose my misery as a question anymore. because i know exactly why bad things happen to me, i know what is going on, and i will never have power enough to change the how

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quite fond of this and him actually 🥰

ok but imagine super pervy + gross best friend!rafe and reader hanging out on reader’s cutesy pink bed and he somehow convinces her to give him a kiss on the lips (her first kiss) but she makes him promise to keep his hands to himself cause they’re just best friends… we all know he can’t do such thing.

rafe’s almost embarrassed by the way he’s comforted by the ambience in your room. the soft lighting, the fuzzy blankets, the endless stuffies, rafe would deny it if you ever asked, but he loves it here.

he loves it almost as much as he loves the events occuring within it.

you look so small underneath him, the boy positioned over you with his head propped up on an elbow. you lay on your back, fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of your tube top under rafe’s intense gaze.

“just one kiss kid, y’gonna have to do it eventually” he comments, eyes raking up and down your body as you contemplate.

your swollen tits poke out the hemline of your top, and there’s a taunting sliver of skin between the end of the shirt and the top of your skirt. rafe studies the skin, he wants to lick it.

he wonders if you’re cold, because your nipples are hard beneath the white fabric. two little beads that make rafe’s mouth water.

you pull him out of his perverse trance with a childish mumble, “just a bit scared.”

he almost laughs, but he catches the sight of your glossy lip pulled between your teeth, and shelves the reaction, opting for a smirk instead, “s’really not even a big deal kid, c’mon… real quick?”

he should be ashamed at the way he’s playing you right now, belittling your fears in hopes of getting his hands on you. he’s not though. in fact, he’s rock hard next to you. silently wishing he could just pull your little skirt down, move your panties to the side, and give it to you hard and fast.

when you nod shyly, his cock twitches, but your small voice piping up to voice another concern, “just a kiss though, that’s all.”

he scoffs under his breath, but moves before you can clock it. he shifts onto his back, thick hands grabbing at your waist to pull you on top of him. your thighs straddle him, and he swears he can feel the heat of your pussy against his cock, “alright babydoll, now or never.”

you feel a calloused palm against the back of your neck, and the pressure of it pushing you down. you comply, now forehead to forehead with rafe cameron himself.

his lips press into yours gently. a slow, audible kiss that makes you tingle. you exhale slowly, warm air tickling his skin.

when you pull away, he’s smiling a lazy smirk, “see? wasn’t so hard. let’s try somethin’ else yeah?” he says, pulling you back into him.

he’s kissing you before you can obstruct, his hands sliding lower to grip your waist, and then your hips, and then your ass.

your mouth opens with a small gasp at the contact, and he uses this opportunity to slip his tongue in, groaning lowly when it glides against yours.

you wiggle hesitantly in his lap, but your mouth meshes with his nonetheless, he scoffs quietly, “quit squirmin’. you like this shit, you know you do.”

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me too baby me too

every so often i remember “he was largely endowed when i played him” and have to go stare at a wall for a bit

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now this, this is what i like to see

18+ | nsfw | mdni

cw f. masturbation, NONCON, toys (vibrator), r is weird & perverted & i love it

you made sure jj maybank was dead fucking asleep before you even thought about moving a muscle.

in the stickiness of the outer banks heat, you found yourself restless and uncomfortable sleeping in a bed next to your best friend. you were shocked — in awe, even — at how fast jj managed to fall asleep like a fucking baby while you had to suffer.

so you did the one thing you knew would surely put you to sleep. reaching into your nightstand, your fingers fumbled around in the darkness until they wrapped around a familiar phallic shape. you nearly jumped at how much louder the vibration was when you were genuinely trying to be quiet. discreet and silent my ass, you thought.

you peeled off the shorts of your matching pajama set and gently kicked them off the side of the bed, a worry for later. almost immediately you got a feel for how wet you already were. coincidentally, you caught a whiff of jj’s natural musk the same time your clit throbbed desperately.

the vibration touching your pussy made your body jolt, legs spreading wider but not wide enough to touch the sleeping boy next to you. a mistake was made, however, in which your head turned to the side and eyes fell upon jj’s tousled, messy blonde hair as he rested peacefully next to you. and you hated to admit it, but the smell, sight, and even feel of him made your neediness even worse.

your mind flashed back to all the times you watched jj rip off his shirt to take a dip in the waters, and how he would come back up all wet and breathless from the energy exertion. you remembered how you always felt funny when you witnessed him half-naked, bathed in the golden light of the evening sun.

and now jj’s smell was even more prevalent, invading your nostrils and clouding your brain, making your hand move faster on your clit. the vibrator seemed to hit you in all the right places. you wanted to whimper and squirm and bury your nose in jj’s hair. but you had to calm down. you had to finish the job so you could get at least a blink of sleep.

you found yourself parting your lips and squeezing your eyes shut, and your imagination was filled with thoughts of jj’s large dick entering inside your mouth, practically fucking your throat. nosing his cum-filled balls, inhaling his scent, and then shoving his cock inside your weeping cunt. you imagined how hot he’d sound panting down your neck, telling you how wet and tight you were.

your hand became more desperate moving on your throbbing clit, pussy contracting around nothing as your orgasm exploded within your body. it killed you to repress your moans. your body jerked as you willed yourself into overstimulation. you didn’t want to stop touching yourself. your mouth watered at the thought of rolling jj on his back and just shoving his cock inside you as he slept. and for a split second you seriously considered just doing that.

but miraculously you restrained yourself, turning off your vibrator and throwing it back into your nightstand. and you still couldn’t manage to fall asleep.

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you’re loveliness personified dear ily

due to taylor swift recently pissing me off a little too much.. i have changed my username from swiftiekisses to kafkasmuses 💋

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youyouyou

due to taylor swift recently pissing me off a little too much.. i have changed my username from swiftiekisses to kafkasmuses 💋

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sick

something something accidentally losing a tampon or a nuva ring or something inside of yourself and having to ask your room mate gaz to help you get it out because he's a) home and b) has long fingers and c) your only other options are either pay for a hospital visit or use chopsticks. cut to him finger fucking you within an inch of your life, saying "just a little more, i think i've got it, hang on, nearly got it worked down into my reach" and 'accidentally' brushing his thumb against your clit as the long-discarded item sits on the mattress right behind your ass, totally out of your eyesight

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i just bought metamorphosis and this is so true

i cannot properly explain to people my crippling all consuming crush on franz kafka… that man has me bewitched body and soul

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vincent renzi

hes traumatized miserable older and sexy i’ve GOT to fuck him

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this is real to me

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ik i said sarah isn’t my type but maybe in the context of like…. john b and sarah dating, appearing normal and regular to everyone around them but really they’re a pair of weird perverts, seeking out a sweet innocent girl for them to use like a little toy. they pick up a sweetheart working at the library, shy and lonely and decide she’s the one !! so they befriend her and start to bring her everywhere, getting her used to their copious amounts of affection that they play off as platonic… john b constantly putting an arm around your waist or stroking the back of your head which makes you nervously glance to sarah, not wanting to be disrespectful but she’s already gazing at you with that thinly veiled excitement and encouragement.

sarah is touchier than john b, knowing you’ll likely think nothing of it if it’s another girl. she doesn’t even know if you like girls like that, and you feel totally ashamed at the way your cunt clenches and gets all sticky when she jokingly grabs at your tits infront of everyone or smacks your ass, telling you to stop hiding that ‘pretty ass’ from her. you figure this is just how they are with their friends. open and affectionate— it’s only when the two invite you to a sleepover you suspect they might have been concocting something all along.

it gets onto the topic of sex, and you’re shameful to admit that you’ve never done anything like that before — coming from a very strict, perhaps religious family. sarah is still playing bestie-bestie with you, grabbing you to say “wait, hold on. you’re telling me you’ve never even made out with a guy? okay, you’re missing out. john b come here.” the two of them ushering you onto his lap. you feel nervous, like you’re being disrespectful once more and she simply reassures you, kissing your shoulder and telling you in your ear that it’s “—fine, babe. i’m right here so it’s not even weird.”

the night progresses, and doesn’t stop progressing until you’re totally nude, laying against sarah who encourages you as you take all of john b’s length, the man above you slowly grinding his cock inside you inch by inch as you wince, clenching hard around what he’s feeding you slowly. sarah is right there for you, starting off by simply holding your hand, sharing giggles with you. giggles that turn into kisses, that turn into her sucking on your tits and rubbing at your clit whilst her boyfriend fucks you.

john b is super sweet about it too as you can imagine. “hey, we’d never make you do anything you don’t wanna do. yeah?” brow all creased in genuine concern as he takes his turn to thumb at your clit. you’re split open around him, watery eyes glancing between the two to shake your head.

“feels really good.” you hiccup, and the couple share a chuckle together.

“thaaat, i figured. you’re like… incredibly wet. it’s amazing.”

so do we fw that or no .

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1 year birthday to this one🤞

can you do a 4/20 billy loomis fic? i havent seen much of him lately 😭 -🧸

it is no longer 4/20 but i can absolutely do this . thank you so much for 500 followers !!! 17+ mentions of marijuana usage, driving whilst high (don't), piv sex, high sex, and all-around summery, dazed and confused, high school-y type vibes (tnc is so 4/20 i love it)

tomorrow never came🍃- b, loomis ,,

today was arguably one of the most important days of the year in woodsboro, california for teenagers. it was the 20th of april, and i think you already know what that meant.

every rich kid in town was hosting a party. you didn't know which ones you were going to attend, but you did know one thing.

you were going to light the fuck up.

you and your boyfriend, billy, at least. and right now, he sat next to you, arm swung around your shoulder, legs dangling off the edge of his pickup truck.

the joint in between billy's lips burned amply as he sucked in the intoxication. "gimme that," you smiled, stealing the roach from his mouth.

he dragged his head with your hand, trying to get the most out of the hit before it was torn from him. you brought the blunt up to your lips and locked eyes with your boyfriend.

his eyes watched you as you inhaled and leaned closer to him as you blew the smoke into his mouth. he took the fog into his lungs happily. "god, you are so hot," he smiled.

you giggled. "obviously," you smirk, nodding to the growing tent in his pants. "ok, fuck you," he joked. "you will, soon." you teased.

it was then the marijuana started hitting you, so you turned to your boyfriend. "hey, baby. i think we should go now. you wanna skip or you wanna stay?" you asked him.

"i really hope you're joking, gorgeous," he said seriously, hopping off the truck and walking over to the driver's side.

you sighed with a smile doting on your mouth. "of course,"

you'd spent the afternoon in billy's backyard, swimming in his pool, making out, etc. you know, the usual.

you were now lying on his bed in a chiffon bathing suit cover-up thrown over your black bikini, the scent of chlorine still lingering in your hair.

"c'mon, we should go to a party, it's like," you paused to look at the analog clock that rested on his bedside table. "6:30. the sun is literally setting, bills." you finished.

his head rested in your lap, allowing you to play with his hair. "can't we just stay here forever?" he asked, irrationally. you smiled down at him.

"i wish, love. let's go, pretty boy," you tapped on his chest twice to get him up. he groaned, obviously. you slid on your denim shorts and white nikes.

he got dressed and carried you out of the house, bridal style. "billy! put me down!" you giggled into the crook of his neck. "mm, no," he said, opening the door to the driver seat of his truck and sitting down, you still in his lap.

you crawled out of his lap and into the passenger seat. "alright, let's go," you cut out his playfulness.

he looked over at you like he wanted to argue but just laughed.

his laugh was absolutely contagious. it made you smile and it made time stop. it that moment, it was just you and him, nobody or anything else. it was times like these that made living worth it.

as the drive began, you rolled your window down and allowed your hair to flow freely in the wind. the pressure of the breeze against your face was warm and inviting.

billy's strong hand found your thigh, drawing circles, no- hearts-, on the exposed skin with his thumb.

it wasn't long afterward the truck pulled into an abandoned parking lot, surrounded by trees and grassy patches. the party being held, kegs in every direction, and joints being passed every which way, was rather dense in population.

"stu and tatum are somewhere around here, i think," billy informed yanking the keys out of the ignition. "cool, let's get loaded. all i'm here for, actually," you joked, hopping out of the vehicle.

as you ran your eyes over the area, you spot the closest keg to you.

you saunter over, billy's hand in yours. among the stack of upside-down, cloudy, plastic cups, you took it apart and grabbed two from the middle. it was a habit you picked up from billy himself.

billy grabbed the cups from your hand and very graciously filled both of your glasses. "m'lady," he stepped back on one leg and lowered his head in a gentlemanly bow, handing you the beer.

"why thank you, kind sir," you jested, snatching the cup from his grasp. "'course.”

and with that, you and billy- hand in hand, arms swinging- lingered around the area, conversing with classmates. of course, you eventually found stu and tatum.

"hey guys!" you called out to the couple, stu's arm lazily slung around tatum's shoulder as their legs dangled off the edge of an old truck, just as you and your own boyfriend were sat in the school parking lot a few hours earlier.

it didn't belong to anyone in specific, the truck. it was a shade of dark green, with patches of rust plaguing its exterior. it was more of a decoration. you were almost certain it didn't even run anymore.

"y/n! billy! my 2 favorite people," started stu before tate shot him a warning glance. "other than you, babe. obviously," he quickly sputtered out. she laughed, satisfied.

you took a sip of your drink before you hopped up on the truck next to the blonde girl, billy following suit.

"sid couldn't make it?" you asked, noticing your brunette friend was nowhere to be found. "yeah, she had homework. said her dad was on her ass all week 'bout it," stu replied, taking the first hit from a fresh joint he just rolled.

"hm," you hummed. the silence was comfortable.

the song of the cicadas, singing a duet with the crickets in the otherwise quiet night. the chatter of others was soft, the occasional laugh lingering in the air.

you had been so in your thoughts, you hardly even noticed when tatum passed the joint over to you. "oh, thanks," you slid it in between your fingers.

as you inhaled the magical herb, you felt billy's hand slide low on your back, dangerously low. you chuckled to yourself before slipping the joint over to your boyfriend's free hand.

"careful," your warning voice was a whisper, eyes watching as he grinned around the roll between his lips.

billy reached around behind both you and tatum and handed the roach to the macher boy.

his fingers brushed over your skin, going lower and lower until you had to speak up. "hey, guys. it's getting pretty late," you announced to your friends, hopping off the automobile and dragging billy along with you.

"oh... alright. we'll see you around, guys," offered tatum with a smile. "see you guys later," stu raised his hand in a cross-faded dismissal.

you chuckled quietly to yourself and sort of aggressively tug billy’s arm. no one was sober enough to notice or care.

you dragged him all the way to his own pickup, disregarding the suggestive stares being thrown at you left and right.

after a short while, you finally found the vehicle. upon entering the backseat and being hit with the strong scent of marijuana and beer, billy crawled in after you.

"so why'd you drag me-" you cut billy off with a steaming kiss. he was taken aback at first but quickly melted into the sensation of your lips on his.

shortly after, clothes were off and flying. well, kind of. your cover-up and bikini top was off, but your denim shorts were still around one ankle with the tie-on bikini bottom being only half untied. unlike all the complications with your own outfit, billy was naked.

you guys laughed so hard as billy tried to sober up for this moment, on top of you, messily rolling a condom onto his length, just until he could at least insert his cock into your warmth.

a moan quickly intercepted your laughter as he bottomed out into you. even under the influence of marijuana and alcohol, he still fucked you like no one else.

his lips attacked your neck as you threw your head back with whimpers, applauding billy of his work. his rhythm was sloppy, but the way the tip brushed against that one spot inside of you, made up for it entirely.

with every hard thrust, his pelvis collided with your clit, increasing the pleasure you were already feeling almost too much of.

as billy’s thrusts quickly got shorter and faster, he smashed his lips against yours.

the haze of the double intoxication, along with the stimulation in your middle, made it hard to keep up with his lips moving against yours.

but it didn’t really matter, because not 5 seconds after, your release crashed into you like a semi-truck. you couldn’t stop smiling through your moans of billy’s name.

although you couldn’t feel it, you knew he’d finished aswell from the satisfied sigh he let out.

and when he pulled out, you two just stayed like that, wrapped up in each others arms, fighting the incessant urge to sleep.

“holy shit, your eyes are so red,” billy started laughing. in hindsight, it really wasn’t that funny. however, the way billy laughed like you just told the greatest joke of all time, made you start quietly giggling before completely giving in and cackling right along with him.

many couples would think the best part of their relationship would be the dates, maybe the sex, or maybe even the arguments, but for you? for you, it was moments like these, laughing your asses off with each other, completely ignoring the fact that you’re definitely going to regret getting this crossfaded in the morning.

for you it was moments like these when you loved each other like tomorrow never came.

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yes!!!!!!!

18+

Headcanon that when you first start dating Ghost, he’s fucking silent when he finishes.

He’s used to jacking off discreetly in a bunk, so it’s pure muscle memory that limits him to a few shallow breaths huffed quietly between his teeth as he grinds his release into you.

Left to his own devices he probably wouldn’t think twice about it, except that shit isn’t going to fly with you. Those agonized gasps and grunts are the reward, thank you very much, and you did not just give him the sloppy toppy of his life, only to have them withheld.

At first he kind of laughs it off, reminds you that you have neighbors and such, and it’s inconvenient to be having loud sex for no reason.

Right, uh huh.

So the next time he goes down on you, you make sure it’s quiet enough that he can hear his own breathing as he works his mouth on you. You know, for the neighbors.

Surprise, surprise, he doesn’t like that very much.

He doesn’t need to put on some kind of production, you remind him. Just… loosen the leash a little. Let himself do what he needs to do, focus on the feelings instead of the control. He could be yodeling at this point and it would be an improvement.

So the next time, you get a little something. A few breathy, deep vocalizations that make your heart flutter into your throat. You make sure to tell him how sexy it sounded, how it made you feel desired to hear him enjoying himself. It’s how things are meant to be.

It only gets better from there. You can tell he’s really letting loose when his gasps turn a little higher in pitch, a little more pained sounding. Shower sex is even better because the slight echo has his orgasm permeating every part of you, so raw that you swear you can feel it yourself. Brilliant, you fixed him! He’s a moaning machine now, even before he finishes.

And then one day Ghost gets back from deployment, and you can tell he’s peeved at you from the way he strides in.

“What?” you demand, wracking your brain for any possible thing you did wrong.

“I forgot to be quiet.”

You frown for a second, trying to grasp the context, and then your face cracks with a poorly suppressed smile. “Oh… baby.”

“Calling me ‘whiny wanker’ cause of you.”

Aww. Isn’t that just too bad?

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another white boy has entered my life lord please have mercy on me this time around

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“you hate her just to hate her!!!!!!!”

no actually just by the sheer amount of corporations trying to sell me her music tells me everything i need to know about her, her ‘artistry’, and her true intentions with fame!

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c’mon nowwwww give her some commotion👏👏

listening to paul w his hand in the box n acting like im overstimming him :3

overstimulation; unprotected p in v; submissive paul; MDNI 18+ w/ PAUL ATREIDES

the thing with paul is that he's very vocal.

he's the son of the duke. he's never been instructed to remain quiet, or to hide away in the shadows. he's always been allowed to show his true emotions. and this freedom bleeds into the bedroom, staining every motion of his.

he sighs with you when he stuffs the initial finger into your walls. he hums and moans into your center when he's eating you out. he always asks if you're feeling good, an attractive "yeah?" sealing the deal more often than not.

and while this always gets you going, the pretty sounds he makes when you're making him feel good are something else. something heavenly, placed down onto this earth as a once-in-a-lifetime blessing.

he sounds wounded sometimes. his eyes squeezed shut, his thick eyebrows attempting to meet each other in the center. before you got used to it, you used to worry. you would pout up at him and abandon your work on his sensitive cock, instead gently stroking the sparse hairs splattered over his lower abdomen. he'd truly seemed wounded when he opened his eyes, the green in them glazed over with something deeper than tears.

"should we stop?" you'd asked him. but he was always quick to deny, after pushing through the fog, telling you he was okay and that the noises were good. they were positive.

his reassurance back then led to you understanding him even better now. with the noises he's making under you, you're becoming wetter. the wanted intrusion of paul's cock nestled deep in your walls created a sloshing sound, pushing your wetness this way and that with each time you rose up and sunk down onto him. he'd already come multiple times before, the white fluid coating his pubic hair and yours a testament to just how sensitive he surely was.

but he wanted more. each time you lifted up towards the bulbous head of his dick, his lithe hips would feebly drive up in search of your warmth. and each time you gave him what he wanted, he would whine. that same painful sound slipping past his swollen and glistening lips.

it was flattering how eager he was to have you, but his motions were throwing off your rhythm. you had no choice but to plant your hands on his hips, shifting your weight down into your palms.

"stop moving," you mumbled through your own moans. and through his euphoric noises, you swear you heard paul atreides, heir to the throne, apologize.