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Ovulation is hard cause I am super depressed and moody and then I'm also just so fucking horny all the time. Nothing can quench this absolute fucking THIRST. And then I'm sad again.

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excuse my french but i need a man twice my size and at least 10 years older than me to fuck the ever living shit out of me.

is that too much to ask

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The stuff i'm able to watch and "enjoy" (if u know what i mean) when i'm ovulating........... I'm a different beast during my ovulation phase 🤣

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i want to thank my first 2 followers. wow, so nice of you! ❤️🤧

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I am unwell

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Price x F!Reader | Missing Him

+18 blog MDNI

imagine you masturbating almost non-stop while your husband is away for work and can't satisfy your needs. he specifically told you not to touch yourself in his absence but you're a bratty little thing and never do as you're told.

then he makes a surprise come back home.

he finds you rocking your ass in the air while you torture your poor, sensitive and swollen clit to reach yet another orgasm.

you don't even hear the door closing or his footsteps approaching the bed--your moans are too loud. your eyes are closed as well, so when you feel rough hands grab your ankles and drag you to the end of the bed, you quickly realize the big trouble you're in. but before you can say anything, come up with an excuse, he shoves his hard cock inside of your heat and steals your breath.

he doesn't say anything.

you don't say anything.

he just fucks you with such force that your inner thighs touch the mattress.

you scream, but it's not bc of pain.

he uses one of his hands as support while he shifts his weight on your tired and feverish body. your mind is clouded by pleasure. you don't care if the whole world blows up around you, as long as your husband's cock is still pounding into your sensitive flesh.

you can sense another orgasm incoming. and you say - scream - the same thing to him.

he traps you with his bodyweight on the bed, you have no place to run away from him--from the pleasure him and only him has the right to give you. not that you mind a little roughness.

you actually crave it.

"babe--" you insist, with a whiny puff.

"i know, love" he interrupts. "be a good girl and come around my cock. do it for me, love. for me."

he was crushing you, with his actions and words, but that was also part of the pleasure: knowing he wouldn't let you go until he felt satisfied with how boneless he had rendered your body. your mind so void of thought your only instinct would be to tiredly clench around his virility for support. in every sense.

you were too tired to scream, so you just panted his name over and over until you finally came. that last one was def your best one so far, since he left months ago.

you can tell he hasn't cummed yet. he's not done with you.

he manhandles you by turning you around and grabbing you behind your knees. he raises them until your ankles are on each of his shoulders.

then, he enters you again in one swift move. you're so wet that even his big length has no trouble reaching all the way into you. his pubic hair meets yours -- he forbids you from shaving it -- with each thrust.

so deep... you think you only thought it, but his smile tells you you're so far gone into pleasure you said it out loud.

he keeps the same pace, slow and deep, but not so slow it becomes relaxing; like when one of you two, or both, can't seem to fall asleep and need to embrace the other's body and soul to find your pace again--till the next morning, that is.

when he finally comes, you had already cummed at least two to three times. it was hard to count when your vision started to get blurry.

he shifts your legs to hug his lower back and yanks you by your hips. the maneuver letting a tired cry out of your lips. he kisses them, devours them. spit is rolling down your chin and catching in his beard, but none of you care. you so don't fucking care.

"i... missed you..." you let out, before starting ugly crying.

he cradles you to his chest--when has he been able to remove the rest of his uniform?

you can't speak, not with his cock still inside of you and his hairy and reddened chest touching your hardened nipples. they feel like they're about to fall off, every little unintentional stroke is sending shivers down your spine. the good kind. it's always the good kind -- everything -- with your husband.

you're not yourself right now. you know it, and he knows it... but he doesn't shush you, either, though. he only says, cracked lips to your ear, and in the sweetest tone possible, roughened by adrenaline: "i missed you too, love. i'm here now, aren't i?"

you circle his neck and tighten your legs around him, daring him to leave you again. esp so soon.

you already miss him for when he'll be gone again...

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Price x F!Reader | Dick Mold

+18 blog MDNI

imagine price has to go kill bad guys so before leaving he stuffs your cunt with a dildo molded after his own cock so you can relax before falling asleep again. you know, as if he were still in bed with you 😩🤧💔

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honest to GOD, i always though that if i ever find a man who looks like price from cod (minus the smoking and drinking. i'm talking abt how he's built and his manners, face, etc...) and he's actually a decent man, i would totally share him. like, i'd feel so ungrateful to the universe if i didn't. good men are rare.

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btw, every time i think maybe i don't actually like men and i just think some of them look cute, i then hear one of them pant or moan near my ear and i'm like uuuuuugh........... 😩💦

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make her feel alive, chase her in the woods

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something something Ghoap kidnap you (chloroform) and you wake up cuffed to a bedframe in some dingy room to find Soap on his hands and knees on the mattress, hovering over you as Ghost, behind him, gives him a pounding so hard it feels like the room is shaking

all you can focus on is how each thrust rocks Soap's entire body, ripples up through every muscle and makes the screaming red, rock hard cock hanging between his legs swing like a pendulum, heavy and aching and just on the edge of coming

and behind him, Ghost looms massive, a monster of a human being, too big to look like he can handle anything less substantial than Soap without breaking it, broad as a sequoia and burly as a rhino—his fingers make deep divots in Soap's hips where he grips him

and once he and Ghost both realize you're waking up, Ghost speeds up and starts fucking Soap even harder, faster, growling like a rutting animal as Soap's jaw drops, and both of their eyes pin you down as you realize—

you're supposed to be in Soap's place, it's just that they were too eager to get started.

you're next.

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Toss her around instead of asking her to switch positions

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"When life gives you lemons, write smut."

You can call me Petty.

18+ blog. MDNI for the love of GOD, i don't want to have to deal with you being naive and all that, be wiser than that and do not interact with adult content and adults who write NSFW stuff and such. Ugh. Please. Have some common sense. Once upon a time, I was a minor reading stuff I was too young to read too, but I didn't brag about it. and i'm afraid this isn't victim blaming, ok? again, in my book it's just common sense.

i'm italian, trans, bi, and polyam.

Idc about pronouns, whatever works in your head.

call me petty, lol, but if you write a story using the tag "poly" (instead of polyam) you're most likely ignorant on the matter and base your knowledge on what you've read on the internet (esp r/eddit) and/or romance/fics and stuff like that. this topic is too personal and important to me (like being italian, bi and trans), so i won't ever like something if i feel like the person behind it doesn't care about the impact of what they write has on other people. i won't insult them and stuff, i'll just avoid interacting with it, if i can. in general, it's not very likely that i like stories with these tags, bc experience has taught me that i'm gonna regret it, lmao. there're very few fics and books that have treated these topics in a way that satisfies me and, to this day, i still think abt them regularly; if not every day, almost every other day. i mean it.

i'm here to write smut where i imagine big men throwing me around and caring about me, lmao. i'm not here to write a autobiography or state under every post that violence is bad and that you have to treat people with love and respect. this is just fiction. do not apply the things you read/watch to real life events and people. fantasy is private, people's safety is reality and a must. do not mistreat real people and their boundaries irl. use your pretty brain and read the room, thx <3 get educated on the stuff you read/watch and form your own informed opinion. do not live by what other people have said just bc it's easier on your conscience.

be nice and i'll be nice. most importantly, use your common sense—which, as we know, is not very common.

Do not steal, copy, share, modify in any way, repost or add your writing to my writing. thanks.

English is not my first language, so, be aware of that. none of these stories will be beta-read and i'll not let myself be shamed by that. i need one thing, at least one thing, that doesn't need anyone else's approval to exist. i'm sure a lot of you can relate. <3

pliz interact with a like if you enjoy what i write, i promise i don't bite. i just need validation bc i feel very alone and miserable, lmao.