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Night thoughts.

Simon who loves to eat his woman out. Like if she’s sitting at her desk and he’s got his face pressed to her pretty cunny.

“Si” She breathes out looking down at him, where her boyfriend is kneeled between her legs, pressed under her desk “Not now, I have work” She whines, trying to close her legs back together.

He does nothing more than grunt before driving his tongue into her folds, pushing her legs apart, dragging his tongue through her.

“Simon!” She scolds her hands pushing through the short cropped blonde hair pulling his face back, his stubble dotted chin glistening with her arrousal. His eyes blown wide of pure lust.

God he loves how she tastes.

I WANT HIM, I WANT HIM SO BAD. ITS CARNAL

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Dancer + StripClub Owner! Konig

Tell me this man wouldn’t love a good strip club.. Now what if he owned one.

I told yall I would be back, this is very half done and I’ll be honest it sat in my drafts for weeks! I might progress this more, it honestly depends how much yall like it.

Anyways, it’s good to be back, I love you all so very much.

You are the highlight of the shitty rundown club you danced for. You moved to gracefully, hypnotically as you danced around the cool metal pole. The music thrumming through the stage, money covering the area where you dance. Pushing and pulling yourself on the pole in the center stage. You reach your hand out, brushing the faces and hands of a few of the men that are closest to the stage, causing them to throw more money. When your song finishes, you drop to your knees to slowly and sensually scoop up the money, 10’s and 20’s that you stuff in your lace bra. All eyes are trained on you, the way your top pushes your breasts together, or how your stockings and panties cup your plush thighs. You raise back to your feet blowing a quick kiss in the crowd thanking them.

Konig had arrived just as your set started, walking in past the security guards who quickly move out of the way. He seats himself among the crowd, blending in as best he can. Most of the people know of him, they recognize that tell-tale mask that obscures his facial features, making him unreadable. They fear him, so they give him room. He’s got his eyes trained on to your form as you dance across the stage, reaching out, fingers brushing against some of the patrons who eagerly throw their money at you. When your song finishes and you’ve finished collecting your money, the kiss you send out to the crowd sparks something with in him. You’ve piqued his interest, dangerously so.

You’re in the dressing room fixing up your makeup in the cracked mirror. Other girls rushing to make an appearance on stage, queuing their songs with the DJ, hushed whispers being shared between them about the boss being in. You delicately swipe the red lipstick across your lips pursing them as you examine yourself, paying the hushed rumors no mind.

He’s searching for you, stalking about the club, shaking off the other woman that try to cling to his arms. He whispers a few words to the DJ, inquiring about you. Wondering when you started, how often you preform, and what your name is. The DJ gives him a stern look before coughing up your information for a quiet 20$. A sinister grin spreads across his face, he’s got you.

You’re making rounds around the club, feeling your way around customers. Feeling how they stuff money in your top and under your stockings. You were such a sight to behold. He approaches you quietly, a large gloved hand resting on your shoulder.

“Aren’t you such a pretty thing” He leans and whispers against your ear sickly warm breath spreading across your face“Stuck working in a run down strip club leaving with a few hundred dollars a night?” A shiver quickly runs up your spine, his voice chills you to the bone. “I could treat you better” His voice hums, eyes blown wide as you take a step back every, hairs standing on end.

“I’m sorry?” You whisper, a hand coming to rest across the front of your chest, trying to hide the cleavage his eyes seem glued too. “If you keep talking to me this way I’ll go get the bouncer” You threatened voice meak, and quiet against the loud thrumming bass of the music

Konig lets out a sick laugh, his hand reaching out catching the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly close. “Get the bouncer sweetheart, see what they do.” He hums quietly as he pushes you to walk next to him, leading you down a hall of private rooms “You clearly don’t know who I am” he continues breath hot against your neck. Konig suddenly pushes you into a room and you quickly try to find your barrings, never seeing this room before your confused and lost.

The man reaches up, pulling his mask above his lips, the jagged scar that runs across them making you gasp.

“I’m so sorry” You whisper immediately “I wasn’t aware it was you.” You drop to your knees, head hung low as you plead forgiveness of not knowing the boss.

He laughs again, the sound of his belt buckle clinking together, then the sound of fabrics hitting the floor. As his boots thump against the floor infront of you “It’s okay Doll” He whispers a large hand pulling your chin making your eyes meet “You can forgive me how I see fit, and then you’ll come home with me. You’ll never have to work here again, live as my personal pet.”

How do we feel after this, it’s been awhile since I sat down to write and today felt good. I’m also working on a Thanksgiving Johnny post, I feel like he deserves it.

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Oh my god.. hey guys…

So it’s been almost 8 months and I’m so sorry. Between applying to college and trying to get my shit together i’ve been a hot mess.

I promise I’m coming back, I haven’t forgotten about yall, I have 3 different stories in the works. If you guys have anyone that you’re interested in reading about let me know.

I’ve also just finished all of Arcane *SOB* so if you think of anyone from there i’d be more than happy to write for Arcane.

Anyways, love yall ❤️🎉

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new obsessions unlocked: ken sato.

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You call husband!price from the nail salon. Your toes were already done and you had just moved over to the tables to start on your nails.

I’m starving, can you bring me something to eat? You ask in a pretty voice, pouring on the sweetness as if he could ever say no to you.

Within 10 minutes he’s walking into the salon, food and drink in hand. You smile as he looks around the open room, searching for you with a stern look on his face. His mouth is a harsh line under his mustache and his eyebrows are furrowed into a slight frown of concentration.

That look breaks into a warm smile as he locks eyes with you across the room. His face softens as he gazes at you, your hands outstretched while your nails were being worked on. He takes steady steps towards you, moving through the bustle of customers and technicians with confidence.

Love. John greets with a kiss, bending down to press his lips to yours.

He sits in the open chair beside you before pulling items out of the bag he brought with him

Within moments you were happily munching away, pausing every so often as John brings your drink up to your face, holding the straw steady for you before dipping another chicken nugget in sauce and bringing it to your mouth. His palm cupped underneath to stop any splatters from dripping while you sit there looking pretty for him, getting your nails done 💅

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Simon picked your engagement ring himself. He went to the jeweller, saw the ring, and immediately thought of you. He loves it. He’s always kissing your left hand. He’s so in love with you, it aches. 

When the two of you finally get married, he never stops looking at his ring. It’s a plain thick silver band, but he loves it so much. He’s just so afraid he’ll lose it. 

Instead, he wears the ring on his dog tag chain and gets your initial tattooed on him. The day he comes home from deployment, at first, you don’t notice anything different but his facial hair. Then, when you ask him to get you a fork at dinner, you gasp, “What’s that?”

“What?” he raises a brow.

You grab his hand, pointing to the tattoo. “What? Where’s your ring? What’s this?”

“Here,” he tugs at the chain around his neck. “And ‘is is jus’ to show people ’m married.”

“It’s permanent!”

“Is our marriage no’ supposed to be?” 

“But-”

“Are ya tryin’ to leave me, lovie?”

“No…it’s just…permanent…”

“Good. You’re my Mrs. ‘hat’s permanent too.”

You giggle. “Fine. I’m getting one too.”

“Like ‘ell you are. ‘M not letting you ruin that perfect skin.”

“But-”

“Lovie,” he warns. “No means no. I know how much you love me and you hate needles.” 

“Okay…”

“You could spread your legs to prove it though.”

“SIMON!”

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guysssss I am so sorry, I’ve been so busy. I haven’t been able to write at ALL recently. School is killing me. I’m trying to work on an anon request so I have something to post. I promise something’s is in the works.

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Kinda thinking about Stripper!Reader and maybe a Mafia 141 or maybe even König moment 🫡😘

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Soooo I’m working on an Anon request at the moment, however is has stuff to do with SCP and i’m not 100% familiar so it may take a little longer. If you have any light to shed on SCP foundation, PLEASE lemme know, I wanna make sure i’m getting shit right.

^^ should be me😔

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THIS COULD WORK WITH EITHER PRICE OR GHOST AND I LOVE BOTH SO MUCH SOO U PICK 😖

141 finding out on accident that ghost/price is married?!?! BEEN married. They bug him to introduce them to the missus, and he finally does it so they leave him alone, he takes them to his house made a home by the sweet bundle of light, shes a absolute darling, gorgeous thing. They’re kinda shocked how he pulled that

IM MELTINGGHFBDBSBZK

I LOVE THIS, could you imagine the chaos on base when Johnny or Kyle finds out about this mystery woman. Because we know damn well Simon pulled a drop dead gorgeous wife. Anywhosie here’s my take on this amazing prompt.

“Simon Pleaseeeee” Johnny trails out his arms dramatically spread out infront of him. It was just recently Price slipped up and revealed to the team that Simon was married and has a Missus at home, and that’s all it took for Johnny and Kyle to lose their minds. “Simon” Kyle dead pans “Why won’t you let us see the lady” Simon huffs, before looking at both of them, frustration bubbling in his chest. “Not happening mate, work and personal life stay separate.” He grumbles one more time before pushing out of his seat, slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder and making his way to the door. “Now if you don’t mind, i’ve got my lady waitin’ for me at home.”

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“Dove?” You hear your husband call from the front door of your shared home “I’m back” You appear from around the door way to the kitchen, apron tied around your waist and hair up “Welcome home” You smile “I’ve almost finished dinner for you” He walks into the kitchen immediately circling your waist with his hands burring his face in your neck “I’m conflicted” He admits quietly as he takes you in “The boys want to meet you, but I don’t want them to know how lucky i’ve gotten.” You sigh gently hooking your fingers under the black balaclava that covers his face, slowly pulling it off. “It’s your choice, but I don’t mind having them come by, I’ll make them dinner and everything” You hand brushes over his cheek before planing a small kiss across his lips. “Okay then” He whispers leaving into a little bit more “We’ll have them over”

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“Finally” Johnny cheers excitedly as they walk up the drive to your shared home, a modest one story at the end of a small residential street. “Got you a quaint little place here” Price comments as they stand at the door, the smell of food wafting out from behind it. “Come on in fellas” Simon says as he pushes open the front door.

“Hello everyone” you greet, voice floating towards them. “It’s so nice to finally meet you all, Si happens to talk about you guys a whole bunch.” The smile you gives them melts the boys all to puddles. “Please come in, make yourself at home” you step aside letting them all in.

“Beautiful home you’ve got here ma’am” Kyle says stepping further into the house that’s littered with framed pictures of you and Simon together. “L.T never told me you clean up so well” Johnny teases as he examines a wedding photos that hangs over the kitchen bar. Simon moves to stand behind you, hands resting on your waist gently. Price moves to stand infront of you extending his hand “John Price” He introduces, You meet his hand shaking it firmly “Thank you for keeping him safe” You respond giving him a warm smile that melts him. “How long ye been married” Johnny pipes up from the living room where he’s petting yours and Simon’s cat. “About 3 years” you question out trying to remember exact dates. Simon lets out a long sigh, a symbol this is going to be a long night for him.

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It’s about 23:30 when the boys leave. “That wasn’t so bad” You sigh taking a seat next to Simon on the couch, wine glass pinched between your fingers “They’re good kids” You mention snuggling close to your husband. “They are” He admits looking down at you, the smell of the whisky he’s drinking flooding your nose “Should have em around more often” you say looking to him “They make you smile in a way I don’t see to often” He looks to you smiling gently “I guess they do” He whispers getting closer to you pressing a small kiss to your lips.

I should be his wife *SIGH*

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little thot 🙏😏

Price working in his office inside his house, typing away on his laptop (that reader had to show him how to use) when suddenly in comes reader through his door, pretty sundress on, and baby bouncing on her hip

Piece can’t believe how hard he’s lucked out, doesn’t know what he did to deserve this as he never once imagined this type of life for himself, seeing himself as unlovable, but he’s forever grateful for his wife, and their little bundle of life. So of course he pushes his rolling chair out from under his desk so his gorgeous wife can plop down on his lap, baby now in her arms

ur welcome 😘

I screamed when I read this, i’m not even joking. I love the idea of domestic John Price…

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John Price, your all so loving husband, a man who would very well steal the moon if it ment you would give him that smile that melts away any of his worries. It’s a leasurly saturday, one of the few days your husband is home from base spending a few weeks with you and your little daughter, who just so happens to be the light of his life. He has himself sat in his office laptop open looking at a mission brief file that is refusing to open. He sighs loudly catching your attention from the sunroom where your fixing up your daughter, and a picnic basket for a family day out. “John?” You call out, voice floating down the hall “Is everything okay?” You pick up your daughter sitting her on your hip as you walk down the hall towards the study.

The second you step into his office the sight of you melts the stress and frustration from his body. You’re decorated in a patterned sundress that hangs at your knees and a babbling baby girl bouncing on your hip, her hair pulled into two small pigtails at the top of her head. “What’s wrong honey?” You ask walking over to him. “Stupid computer won’t pull up the file I need” He huffs as he pushes out his chair one of his hands patting his lap, signaling you to take a seat “Don’t understand why everything’s digital now, miss the days we had physical papers”

“John you’re showing your age” You giggle before sitting down on his lap, the muscle in his legs acting like a cushion. “Look here” You say moving the mouse “If you right click the file, you can unzip it and that will give you access to all the files” You watch as all the files he needs populate before him on the screen. “Not that hard now was it” You smile again, the little girl who’s now on your lap giving her father a big grin. “Thank you Sunshine” He whispers as he presses his bearded face into your shoulder his hands wrapping around both you and your girl. “What would I do without you” He gives you a quick kiss to the side of your neck before pulling you up as he stands. “Now if i’m not mistaken, we have a little date planned out” He gives your daughter a wink, before swooping her up into his arms. Pulling her close to his chest causing her to squeal in pure joy. He reaches, his fingers intertwining with yours. His finger moving to brush over your wedding ring. “So greatful to have you” He whispers before pulling you out of the study, and whisking you away on your family day out.

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I’m still squealing over this prompt, because i know damn well his wife is at least 7-10 years younger then him and he would most certainly be a silver fox.

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I love y’all so much, these ideas and prompts are more then I could ask for. I’m so excited to start writing and if you guys think of anything else feel free to drop it in my inbox.

Hugs and Kisses 😘🫡

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PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE GIVE ME STORY IDEAS IM IM SHAMBLES, ILL DO ANYTHING

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EVERYONE REJOICE, IT HAS BEEN COMPLETED🎉🥳

Simon Riley. ‘Older’

Okay so sorry for inactivity as of recent, life has been a mess, plus writers block, I’m basically dying. I have something short for yall because i’m still working on a Soap fic.

Im basing this off of the song ‘Older’ by Isabel LaRosa. Definitely give it a listen while your reading or after.

It’s your 22 birthday and what better way to spend it but at home, curled on the couch, enjoying the evening. However you find yourself walking to the bar with all of your girlfriends, who make it no secret that it’s your special day, getting you a bright pink sash and crown that decorates your head. You walk to your local bar, the sounds of music and the smell of hard liquors hitting your nose. You find the way to the bar, sitting down to order a martini, something simple and strong, something to get you through the night. You’re not at all interested in your surroundings. You had hoped to have a stay at home birthday where you could drink wine in piece, have your cake, and watch a shitty true crime documentary, but one could only hope.

2 Drinks in and you hear a bostrious group, their accents flooding your ears like sweet honey. You peek in their direction to see a group of older men sitting at a round table. They’re loud and laughing, not one catches your eye untill you see him. His big, much bigger then the other 3 he’s with, his arms are crossed over his chest as he sits back in his seat. You drink in the sight, he’s the most interesting thing that’s happened all night. it just so happens to seem that he’s noticed you to, the way his eyes trace your curves, the dress you’re wearing extenuating your cleavage and hugging your thighs.

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He’s got you pressed to the door of your own apartment, one hand in your hair holding your face to his, balaclava pulled just above his nose freeing his lips to you, other hand holding on your your hip. “Love ruining young pretty things like you” He whispers as he breaks from the kiss pulling your chin up forcing your eyes to his “Needed an older man to finish off your night?” He taunts “Guys your age just don’t do it for you any more? Need someone more experienced, someone rougher.” God the sound of his voice makes your panties embeassingly wet. A high pitched whine escapes you as one of his large hands makes it way between your legs, his fingers pressing at your clothed cunt “Little Dove all worked up over some kissing.” He purrs the sound resonating deep in his throat. He hooks two large arms under your thighs, scooping you up as he carries you out of the foyer of your flat and towards your bedroom. He tosses you on the bed before hooping his fingers in the waist band of your panties and yanking them off and pushing your dress over your hips. Your body fills with warmth as he toys with your glossy folds with a strong finger spreading your arrousal all over “Gonna need some stretching” He whispers before plunging a large finger in you. The sensation causing you to moan aloud, one of your hands quickly moves to muffle the lewd sounds that escape your lips. “Nonono… Dove” He taunts, his finger gently moving in and out of you “Let me hear you” he takes another big hand pushing yours away forcing them above your head. He slowly starts to intergrate a second finger, the feeling of the stretch causing you to gasp aloud. The way his thick fingers curl to hit the spongy spot causing you to moan, the pain quickly fading into pleasure as he consistently hits your spot. “I think i’m gonna..” you moan out you legs and body tensing up, your breaths coming shorter. He quickly pulls his fingers out of you quickly “Awww little dove, we don’t finish on peoples fingers, would much rather finish you on my cock” He gives you a toothy grin, the rest of his face still obscured by the black mask. You hear his hands work at the buckle on his belt and then the slow unzipping of his pants. You feel it, the tip of him is pressing against your cunt. You groan slightly as he rocks his hips, rubbing himself in your arrousal. “Such a pretty little hole” he whispers as he lines him self up with you, two of his fingers spreading you apart for him to see. “Can’t wait to ruin you” without any other words he shoves into you, bottoming out immediately. The sensation knocks the wind out of you as he hits your cervix with ease “Fuck me” He groans “Haven’t been in pussy this tight in ages” He pulls his hips back before snapping them forward, sinking all the way back into you. “For a Young pretty lilttle thing like you, i’m surprised you haven’t been ran through” he chuckles as he sets a steady pace his cock slamming into your cervix over and over again. The feeling of him hitting you deep every time coupled with the way he’s speaking to you makes your mind go blank, you’re a moaning mess, tounge lulling and drool starting to pool as a familiar sensation starts to arise in your stomach once again. “So fuckin pretty when you’re getting all dumb” He whispers his finger reaching out to push down your tongue, opening his mouth wide for him to see. “Bet you love this, being ruined by a man twice your age” His words cause the feeling of ecstasy even stronger. “Think imma cum” you manage to choke out around his fingers, his hips pick up the pace “Yes Dove, finish on my cock. Show me how I ruined you” You’re pussy clenches around him before you finish, your body going limp. He thrusts a few more times before pulling himself from you and finishing on your thighs. “So pretty” He mumbles before slipping back on his black trousers and buckling them tight “Leaving now little Dove.” He says running a hand through your tangled hair. He stands in the door way to your bedroom. “You know where to find me if you ever want a round two” He says before he leaves.

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Simon Riley. ‘Older’

Okay so sorry for inactivity as of recent, life has been a mess, plus writers block, I’m basically dying. I have something short for yall because i’m still working on a Soap fic.

Im basing this off of the song ‘Older’ by Isabel LaRosa. Definitely give it a listen while your reading or after.

It’s your 22 birthday and what better way to spend it but at home, curled on the couch, enjoying the evening. However you find yourself walking to the bar with all of your girlfriends, who make it no secret that it’s your special day, getting you a bright pink sash and crown that decorates your head. You walk to your local bar, the sounds of music and the smell of hard liquors hitting your nose. You find the way to the bar, sitting down to order a martini, something simple and strong, something to get you through the night. You’re not at all interested in your surroundings. You had hoped to have a stay at home birthday where you could drink wine in piece, have your cake, and watch a shitty true crime documentary, but one could only hope.

2 Drinks in and you hear a bostrious group, their accents flooding your ears like sweet honey. You peek in their direction to see a group of older men sitting at a round table. They’re loud and laughing, not one catches your eye untill you see him. His big, much bigger then the other 3 he’s with, his arms are crossed over his chest as he sits back in his seat. You drink in the sight, he’s the most interesting thing that’s happened all night. it just so happens to seem that he’s noticed you to, the way his eyes trace your curves, the dress you’re wearing extenuating your cleavage and hugging your thighs.

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He’s got you pressed to the door of your own apartment, one hand in your hair holding your face to his, balaclava pulled just above his nose freeing his lips to you, other hand holding on your your hip. “Love ruining young pretty things like you” He whispers as he breaks from the kiss pulling your chin up forcing your eyes to his “Needed an older man to finish off your night?” He taunts “Guys your age just don’t do it for you any more? Need someone more experienced, someone rougher.” God the sound of his voice makes your panties embeassingly wet. A high pitched whine escapes you as one of his large hands makes it way between your legs, his fingers pressing at your clothed cunt “Little Dove all worked up over some kissing.” He purrs the sound resonating deep in his throat. He hooks two large arms under your thighs, scooping you up as he carries you out of the foyer of your flat and towards your bedroom. He tosses you on the bed before hooping his fingers in the waist band of your panties and yanking them off and pushing your dress over your hips. Your body fills with warmth as he toys with your glossy folds with a strong finger spreading your arrousal all over “Gonna need some stretching” He whispers before plunging a large finger in you. The sensation causing you to moan aloud, one of your hands quickly moves to muffle the lewd sounds that escape your lips. “Nonono… Dove” He taunts, his finger gently moving in and out of you “Let me hear you” he takes another big hand pushing yours away forcing them above your head. He slowly starts to intergrate a second finger, the feeling of the stretch causing you to gasp aloud. The way his thick fingers curl to hit the spongy spot causing you to moan, the pain quickly fading into pleasure as he consistently hits your spot. “I think i’m gonna..” you moan out you legs and body tensing up, your breaths coming shorter. He quickly pulls his fingers out of you quickly “Awww little dove, we don’t finish on peoples fingers, would much rather finish you on my cock” He gives you a toothy grin, the rest of his face still obscured by the black mask. You hear his hands work at the buckle on his belt and then the slow unzipping of his pants. You feel it, the tip of him is pressing against your cunt. You groan slightly as he rocks his hips, rubbing himself in your arrousal. “Such a pretty little hole” he whispers as he lines him self up with you, two of his fingers spreading you apart for him to see. “Can’t wait to ruin you” without any other words he shoves into you, bottoming out immediately. The sensation knocks the wind out of you as he hits your cervix with ease “Fuck me” He groans “Haven’t been in pussy this tight in ages” He pulls his hips back before snapping them forward, sinking all the way back into you. “For a Young pretty lilttle thing like you, i’m surprised you haven’t been ran through” he chuckles as he sets a steady pace his cock slamming into your cervix over and over again. The feeling of him hitting you deep every time coupled with the way he’s speaking to you makes your mind go blank, you’re a moaning mess, tounge lulling and drool starting to pool as a familiar sensation starts to arise in your stomach once again. “So fuckin pretty when you’re getting all dumb” He whispers his finger reaching out to push down your tongue, opening his mouth wide for him to see. “Bet you love this, being ruined by a man twice your age” His words cause the feeling of ecstasy even stronger. “Think imma cum” you manage to choke out around his fingers, his hips pick up the pace “Yes Dove, finish on my cock. Show me how I ruined you” You’re pussy clenches around him before you finish, your body going limp. He thrusts a few more times before pulling himself from you and finishing on your thighs. “So pretty” He mumbles before slipping back on his black trousers and buckling them tight “Leaving now little Dove.” He says running a hand through your tangled hair. He stands in the door way to your bedroom. “You know where to find me if you ever want a round two” He says before he leaves.

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Here to drop a small little bit of what’s being worked on 😉

“Love ruining young pretty things like you” He whispers as he breaks from the kiss pulling your chin up forcing your eyes to his.

I can’t wait to finish this one up so I can get it out for yall, thank you for the long wait 😚

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Writers block is killing me.. send help☹️😭

also here’s a video of my rabbit munching on strawberries to make up for a lack of content.