#[ 🍒 ] — cherrie

[cherrieguroo]

hi me... can you actually work on finding cc for melissa some time soon. thanks <333

hi other me . i will try. now go back to making posts about Them

go back to your cave

[cherryredstars]

Construction worker!Ghost x Teacher!Reader? They're married and every time Ghost comes home he's instantly pussy drunk at the sight of the reader and hurries up finish eating so he can get to 'dessert' and makes sure his lovely wife gets absolutely cock drunk to remember forever like he always does?

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley" x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral Sex

Unedited

His back aches.

A common occurrence after lugging around bags of concrete and bricks. There is an uncomfortable knot that always flares between his shoulder blades, and Simon sniffs in discomfort as he shifts his hard hat between his arm and side. He's long decided that if a warm shower doesn't help his muscles let up, he'll ask you for a massage. Maybe he'll even ask for you to use the really expensive, nice smelling lotion you bought as a treat to yourself.

His keys knock together as he opens the front door, the scent of you and homemade food instantly flooding his senses. The house is pleasantly cool, drying the sweat that still clings to his skin from the long day in the summer sun. He can hear whatever you're watching from the entrance as he hangs up his work vest and hat, turning to find you sitting in front of the coffee table. Colorful paper in different shapes is spread out in front of you, no doubt something for your students. You turn at the sound of him entering and you give him that breath-taking smile that still makes his stomach dip.

You get up from your spot, letting him get a clear view of the outfit you wore to work today. It's a pretty little summer dress with splashes of color and a skirt flowing just below your knees. Simon can feel saliva pooling on his tongue as you approach, his fingers twitching. You have to balance on the tips of your toes to reach his face, your hands grabbing his cheeks as your soft lips press against his chapped ones. You smell like glue and the summery perfume you wear to match the season. You pull away far too quickly for his liking, and his hands grab at your waist so you don't go too far.

"I've been waiting for you," You declare, hands planted flat on his paint-stained shirt. "Dinner is on the table."

Simon hums, his thumbs rubbing at your sides through the fabric. He lets you lead him to the table when your hands slide down to capture one of his, tugging him along behind you. He can't help the way his eyes follow the curve of your spine, dipping down to the soft swell of your ass. He licks his lips as he sits down at the table, hungry for something more than a home-cooked meal.

You just look so tempting as you sit across from him, giving him that cute smile before you begin eating. You don't even act surprised when Simon starts devouring his plate, already used to his unending appetite. You're barely halfway done with your food when Simon cleans his plate.

"Do you want seconds?" You ask him, looking up at him.

Your stomach drops when you meet his heated eyes. Something in you stirs, and you have to look away for a moment to avoid being sucked into his hypnotic stare.

"In the mood for dessert," Simon grumbles, leaning back in his chair. You gulp, the meaning of his words hitting you straight in your chest. Still, you decide to play coy.

"We have some cookie dough I can pop into the oven real quick?" You offer, pushing yourself away from the table. "Or I can get us some ice cream if you want something cold."

Simon says nothing as you begin to gather the plates, but he pushes away from the table and follows you inside the kitchen. You can feel the heat of his body searing your back as you place the dishes in the sink, hesitantly turning your head to face him. He towers over you effortlessly, and you gasp when his large hands grab at your hips and turn your body to face him.

He lifts you onto the counter top without a single sign of struggle, the back of your dress becoming wet from small spots of water. Even now you have to turn your head up to look him in the eye, and your mouth slightly gapes as he leans in.

"Craving something else." He finally responds, hands grabbing at your skirt and yanking it up to your waist. You gasp, watching as Simon bends down to inspect his next course.

Your panties already have a darkened patch of arousal, and you make a noise of embarrassment when he presses his nose to it and inhales the sweetly tangy scent of your slick. He pushes further, letting his tongue lap at the spot and groaning as if he could taste the full extent of your drooling cunt. Your hands fly to his hair, the short strands filling your palms as you moan out.

You can feel the bastard smiling against you, his warm breath driving you crazy. One of his hands slips away from your skirt, the fabric draping over your thigh and bunching on the counter as he uses it to move your panties aside. The cool air against your core makes you gasp, but it's quickly replaced with the hot suction of his mouth. His mouth is scolding as he suckles at the tiny bud between your folds, wasting no time in taking his desired fill of you.

He alternates between long sucks and rapid licks, toying with the bundle of nerves before moving to your dripping slit. The tip of his tongue prods at it, not quite penetrating the leaking hole. Simon groans softly against you when you throw your feet over his shoulders, your heel digging into a sore spot in his back. But the pain just heightens his senses, pushing him to finally tongue fuck you.

A string of moans and whines escape your lips, hands tugging at Simon's hair as waves of pleasure fill your stomach. You try to call out his name, attempting to tell him how amazing it feels- how quickly your high is approaching- but it gets lost in the mind numbing pleasure that fogs your brain. You're left shaking when the build up explodes, your body slumping and your hands trying to push Simon's face away. He grunts, fighting you as he laps up the last of your release, savoring the taste as it coats his mouth. He pulls away with one last, harsh suck to your clit, chuckling when you whimper from the sensitivity.

He lets you catch your breath as he stands up, fixing your panties and skirt. Your body is lax and sluggish, and you don't protest when Simon begins to carry you out of the kitchen and to the bathroom. He whispers soft praises into your ear, telling you how well you took his feasting and how pretty you looked while doing it. You smile happily to yourself, tightening your arms around him as best as you can in your sedated state. As Simon carries you, he realizes that the annoying knot in his back has disappeared.

Maybe all he needed was a good taste of his wife's pussy to heal him.

[kers-seeri]

✨ HAPPY EASTER ✨

Fresh, Geno & Error belongs to Crayon Queen / Loverofpiggies

Bad Fresh, Bad! That's not cool!

Haha, I love it when the three "siblings" have their family moments... Don't follow Fresh's lead, he's a bit crazy xD

Hope you have a great week!

See u 💖

- Kers Seeri

[halloween-sweets]

[lvlystars]

13:47 — c.sc

"not again." you groan, turning around to face yourself with yet another problem: your boyfriend is missing.

if you had a dime for every time you lost seungcheol in your 3 years of dating, you would be filthy rich. how a person could be so bad at directions is beyond you, but nevertheless, you still love him all the same.

you attempt to jump a little, trying to see if you can at least spot his bright red hair he sported recently (you urged him to dye it under the guise of saying you missed his cherry hair, but in reality, it was just to help you find him in large crowds), but to no avail, you could only see heads of brown and black hair, with a couple of hats here and there.

"OH MY-"

you jolt as you felt someone poke your waist, whipping your head around to face the culprit, and you're met with seungcheol's face, adorning a cheeky smirk as his flaming red hair softly falls over his forehead.

"i thought i lost you, princess," he pouts, pulling out something from behind him. you scowl at him, your eyes catching a glimpse of what looked like a keychain, and any thoughts of scolding him immediately wash away as you realize what he was holding.

your eyes widen as seungcheol dangles the little pochacco keychain in front of you, the character looking like it was jumping in the air, with a green wristband saying 'pochacco' on it. he hands it to you, kissing your temple as he guides you to walk forward, his arm coming down to rest on your side.

"i saw you admiring it, but you didn't say anything to me. so i just decided to buy it last minute." seungcheol smiles down at you, feigning hurt at the fact that you didn't take advantage of how much money he's willing to spend on you (aka the love of his life).

you immediately intertwine your fingers with his, bringing his hand up to peck it softly as a silent 'thank you', and seungcheol hums, softly squeezing your hand in response.

oh, how you love this man.

wc. 361

tags 🏷️ —

@arafilez @etherealyoungk @hannieheartuu @haowrld @kyeomyun @saiiidahyunee @shuahaes @seuonji @welcometomyoasis @wqnwoos @wheeboo @yoonzinuhh @shieunviya @shaminari

[earththings]

[cherrygingham]

proof of life 💕

[sweetiescake]

[jkvjimin]

two babies ♡

+bonus:

[cherryredstars]

In love with the idea of a big boyfriend who’s too impatient to wait until you get home :((

NSFW, 18+, Car Sex, Size Kink, fem!reader

It’s a struggle trying to find a comfortable position for him to tower over you in such a small car. No amount of seat adjusting or repositioning fixes the cramp space. Leaves him arched over you, his large hand pressing against the roof of the car or threatening to leave an indent in the leather detailing on the doors. Gives you a nice view of his large chest and big arms.

He barely has any room to move his hips, annoyed grunts leaving his lips when his backside hits the front seat and console, his cock not even pulled out halfway before he has to snap his hips forward again. Swears up and down as he thrusts into you that he’s going to buy a bigger car to make fucking you easier, but you can tell by the predatory gaze in his eyes that he loves fucking you in such a small space.

He’s obsessed with how your small body has to curl into itself more to make room for him. His cock twitches every time he looks down at you, watching how his big body cages you in and leaves you with no where to run. He thinks it’s adorable that you have no choice but to take his mean thrusts as he bullies his dick into your tight cunt.

Even though he acts annoyed, he thinks it’s all worth the bruises and achy joints he’ll have later. Especially when you’re all fucked out in the passenger seat on the way home, too weak to protest as he slowly finger fucks all his cum back into you.

[ch4rrykisses]

rafe would so be the type to purposely turn you on in front of your friends, just to not do anything about it til’ later :((

tw: mature content!! browse at your own discretion :)), exhibitionism (??), almost semi-public sex, rafe being a meanie, semi-proofread

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just imagine being at a party, some year end kook party before summer starts, and when school ends. rafe, the ever so loving boyfriend he is has been keeping an eye on you all night, making sure you weren’t accepting drinks from strangers, no drugs whatsoever either, he wouldn’t let his pretty angel ever do those, no. not even if he supplied them. didn’t even trust himself.

it wasn’t long after that third drink that he had you clambering on his lap, back against his chest. a little tipsy mess from the alcohol that was ingested. one of his large hands on your thigh, cooling the hot skin with the pretty gold adorning his fingers. had your attention captured to them for a little while. the boy was inching his hand up slowly, much despite you knowing, distracted with talking to topper and kelce about the upcoming golf tournament they were attending. so, it almost looked like he was rubbing your supple skin.

you felt it before you had properly glanced, his fingers dipped nonchalantly under your pretty denim mini skirt. no one else noticed, why would they? wasn’t like he had you splayed open while he plunged his digits in you. no. just a secret display only you and him would know of. he could feel his lips tug into a smirk, the way you had began squirming on his lap the second he came in contact with your panty-clad clit.

you wanted to whine, really, make some sort of noise that indicated you needed so much more than you were getting. but you couldn’t, and you didn’t. moments later, the eldest cameron’s lips were grazing the shell of your ear, making it seem to all the bystanders that you two were having a conversation over the blaring music that was playing.

“y’like that, baby? shit, can practically feel you gushin’ out onto m’hand through those panties,” he mumbled, curtain bangs against his forehead. he was almost speaking through a groan himself. “maybe i uh, maybe i should take you upstairs, huh? think everyone will know what we’re up to then?” he questioned, almost knew he wouldn’t get a response. not like this. when your brain turned to mush all because of what he was doing.

his nasally tone barely registered in your brain, not when the pads of his middle and ring finger were shamelessly rubbing against you. almost as if he wanted to put on a show. but then, out of random, he stopped. dragged those fingers back to rest on your thigh, which had caused a sheepish whine to slip from your glossed lips.

“don’t be fuckin greedy now, a’ight? gonna make do with what you got until we’re done here. got it?” he nudged at your shoulder slightly, partially snapped you out of that haze. cunt throbbing, pulsating with desire and need while rafe sat with that smug look on his face. smirk nearly reached his eyes. he looked at you expectantly, waiting for a response.

“mkay, daddy. whatever you say.” it flowed right out of your mouth with no other regards as to what you were saying. melted right back into the boys chest, though every now and then, a little squirm on his lap was just enough to get that right amount of friction on his khaki shorts against your nub. he was just so mean sometimes :((.

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[jasons-little-princess]

Why is everything smut!! Where’s my fluff or my angst to fluff or just anything but smut???

I want my fluff back please

If anyone has any fluff writers please let me know 🙏🏻

[kitteecassee]

🍒

[nora-yoko]

[cherrygingham]

🍑|🍒

[hypocriticalspicewrites]

That feminine urge to walk around in a cave that's also the ruins of a hotel with your four mates while wearing one of these gowns like a sweet little vampire housewife who spends her time getting the little nest all nice and pretty, dusting cobwebs, lighting candles and fires, sweeping off dust on the fountain, cleaning up blood and such stained on clothes and fabrics.

Or answering the door at a home to some random person who decided to give the doorbell a ring at the wrong time and I'd answer the door all oblivious and elegant, inviting them in for a bite.

You know, normal thoughts.🙃