#crimsondrabbles

[crimsonvictory]

Just thinkin’ of Simon being a big meanie. :(

THIS IS FILTHY GOD

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Teases you all day - little brushes of his fingers across the small of your back, the back of your neck. Loves holding you in place as you walk alongside him, thick fingers wrapped around the top of your spine - an impromptu leash. Never lets you out of his sight. Can’t let a pretty thing like you get away.

Pulls you in his lap just so he can get a look’atcha. You’re just in one of his tees and a pair of panties. His fuckin’ dream. Dark eyes glittering with mischief as he adjusts his hips. He doesn’t even hold in the huff of a laugh when the tent in his pants bumps against your clothed pussy. :(

“Jus’ admirin’,” he sighs, eyes lazily gliding down your form.

Has a tight grip on the fat of your hip, pads of his fingers slowly brushing your exposed skin. Swirls absentminded patterns as he focuses past your shoulder on the movie quietly playing in the background. Squeeeezes when a pretty pout forms on your face and a soft whine leaves your lips.

A soft ‘tut’ falls from his lips, grin pulling one side up that shows his sharp teeth. Acts like he has all the time in the world, that the movie is more interesting than you sittin’ in his lap. :(

You try your best to stay still. Huffing softly after waiting so patiently for him to notice you. You cross your arms over your chest, puffing out your perky tits to try and get his attention. Wetness pools in your underwear, causing the fabric to stick to your folds. Any touch of his has your pussy weeping, aching to be filled by his fingers or his cock.

He’s really mean today, brushing you off as he sinks further into the couch, the warm weight of your body relaxing him even further. You want to cry in frustration, his hands barely itching the burning scratch of pleasure rippling under your skin.

“Si,” you pout, fluttering your eyelashes at him - begging for him to move goddamnit.

His eyes flicker over to your own, dark irises nearly swallowed up by his pupils. You can almost see your reflection in them. How pretty you look, sittin’ all dolled up in his lap and he’s not even payin’ attention to you. :(

Simon doesn’t answer you, just watches. Loves watching you squirm in his lap under the scrutiny of his gaze. You’re nearly trembling with want, pouty lips all bitten red and he’s barely touched you.

“Please,” you whisper, reaching a delicate hand out to rest over the one that’s circling your hip.

His resolve almost crumbles. Almost. Little bird beggin’ so nicely. But you catch it, the wicked glimmer in his eyes as he decides to keep you waiting just a bit longer. His fingers move slowly, brushing upward and under your thin shirt. They rest just under the swell of your breast, dry pads of his fingers lightly touching the skin there.

A hot flush burns down your neck, turning your skin a pretty pink. A soft sound building in the back of your throat. You don’t dare move - afraid he’ll go back to ignoring you again. Your breath stutters to a halt, wide eyes watching his every move. Simon’s fingers slowly glide upwards, brushing against your already peaked nipple. Goosebumps appear on your skin, body reacting to his soft touches.

He pinches your bud with his thick fingers, a sharp, sudden pleasure pooling down into your stomach. His eyes are on you now, predatory as he rolls the little bud around, watching as your eyelids flutter and the breath you were holding leaves your lips. He does this for a while, releasing his hold and watching you squirm before doin’ it all over again. The denim of his jeans rubs perfectly against your folds, pressing into you every time you squirm. :(

“Sit still,” he grumbles, placing his other hand on your hip to hold you in place.

A pathetic whine leaves your lips, tears pricking at your eyes. Your little nose turns red, snifflin’ away the inevitable run that threatens to fall as you get all worked up. Poor little thing - pussy puffy and throbbin’ - beggin’ for just a little relief. Simon grins when the first tear falls, cooing softly as you come undone in his lap.

Now he’ll touch ‘ya. Just has to break you in a little. You learn how to sit still, conditioned to sit all pretty until he’s ready. His large hand slides down the slope of your torso, slipping into the waistband of your panties.

“Fuckin’ drippin’,” he hums, the approval evident in his deep voice.

Simon takes his thumb and brushes it over your little pearl, laughing softly when you arch into his touch.

“Needy little thing,” he nearly mocks, pressing slow circles into the bundle of nerves.

Fire licks down your spine, the touch of him fueling your want even more. Arousal gushes out of your neglected hole, dripping down your thighs. He alternates between swirling his thumb and pulling away suddenly, loving the way you arch and cry when he abruptly neglects your abused clit.

Mean. He’s so mean.

Your lip quivers as you hold onto his broad bicep, grounding yourself as the pleasure starts to pull you away. Your hips stutter in his lap, legs shaking as your first orgasm burns hot. A moan chokes its way out of your lungs, eyes fluttering shut as you writhe against his touch.

“Barely touched ‘ya and you’re comin,” he gruffs out, fingers not letting up on your sensitive bud.

You whine, trying to push his hand away but he doesn’t let up, keeps polishing that little pearl between your thick thighs. His index and middle fingers reach out to pull your soaked panties to the side, lookin’ at your cunt.

“Look,” he coos. “She’s cryin.”

He pats your pussy then, three thick fingers smackin’ your clit. Dark eyes watching as your arousal drips down your thighs and pools on his jeans. :(

“Makin’ a mess,” he scolds, sliding his fingers down and tracing them through your slippery folds.

“Simon!” you cry, pretty little face puffy with tears.

His thick fingers dip down into your hole, arousal making them slip right in. A soft moan rumbles out of him, and you feel his cock twitch against the backside of your thigh.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he coos again, lust softening the mean streak in him just a bit.

He almost forgets just how mean he was being, thrusting his fingers up into you, tight walls clenchin’ around them. He gives you a little bit of leeway, pumpin’ you full while he watches. You writhe on his fingers, especially when they curl against that spongey spot that has you seein’ stars.

“F-Fuck,” you cry out, voice wobbling with how tight your throat is.

You feel another familiar burn in your stomach, chasin’ to fuel the fire and set you over the edge. Just when you’re about to come, Simon pulls his fingers out. You burn hot with rage, sobbing out in frustration as you’re left clenchin’ around nothin’.

“We got all night, sweetheart. Why ‘ya rushin’?” he mocks, accent thick with lust.

You sob then, truly sob as somethin’ in you breaks. You just want to come. You’ve been such a good girl and he’s bein’ mean to his little bird.

“You’re bein’ mean,” you sob, exasperation leeching into your tone.

The pooling of your tears have your cheeks shiny, illuminating the blush spread across your skin. Simon loves it. Doesn’t think he’s ever seen anythin’ prettier.

“Aw, lovie,” he sighs. “Feelin’ neglected are ‘ya?”

You nod, trembling when his hand squeezes your hip, thumb brushing over your clit. He tuts softly, thick fingers slowly pushing back in, watching them slowly disappear. You moan in relief, clenching around his fingers again.

“There we go,” he murmurs, watchin’ his pretty girl bounce in his lap.

It lasts a moment or two before he’s pullin’ his fingers out again. A wail climbs out of your chest, tears pourin’ freely down your face as you lose that burning pleasure yet again. You don’t even notice him moving, lifting you up and layin’ you down on the couch before spreadin’ your legs.

His thighs push your own open, stretchin’ your hips wide as he pulls your panties to the side and gives your pussy another slap. You squeal, scramblin’ to reach out and grab his broad shoulders. Simon’s pulled himself out of his jeans, thick cock bobbing up against his soft belly. You nearly drool at the thought of havin’ him inside you.

“Please,” you whine again, nose stuffy from cryin’.

Simon’s dark eyes glint with that meanness again, smirkin’ as he takes the base of his cock in his grip and guides the velvety tip through your puffy folds. The smackin’ sound of your juices is filthy, allowing easy passes of his cock. The head bumps against your clit, causin’ your toes to curl.

“Fuck,” he groans, eyes glued to where the two of you meet. “Look’atcha.”

His pretty girl is all doe eyed, dumb as fuck from the pleasure. You’ve got drool in the corner of your mouth, looking up at him like he set the sun. A laugh huffs out of his broad chest at the sight of you. Gorgeous. :(

Simon loves his pretty girl. Loves bein’ mean and makin’ you stupid with his cock. He slides the tip down, groaning as it catches against your puffy hole. You swallow him up, pullin’ him in and clenchin’ around his length.

“Goddamn.” he grits out, one hand clenchin’ your hip like a lifeline.

The other rests on your throat - a placeholder. His hips snap forward, nestling deep inside your cervix. You’re cryin’ again, chest heavin’ with the pleasure that sets your nerves alight. The sight of you has his cock twitchin’ - nearly bustin’ and fillin’ you full of his come.

Simon thrusts in and out slowly, milkin’ you for all that you have. Your thighs stretch in a delicious burn, wrapped around his own as he keeps you close. His large frame cradles you, keeps you formed where he wants you to be, as close as possible as he whispers sweetness in your ear.

You’ve got him now, got him nice and pliant and sweet talkin’. Your hands rest on his face, cooin’ and moanin’ against his plush lips. He grinds against your hips, tip of him bullyin’ your cervix. :(

“So fuckin’ tight.” he groans. “So perfect f’me,”

Words tumble out of his mouth, so pussy drunk he doesn’t even know what he’s sayin’. All he cares about is the warmth of your womb, keepin’ him close to his doll baby.

“Simon,” you gasp. “I’m gonna come.”

He groans against your skin, neck pressed into the softness of your neck.

“Come f’me Angel,” he murmurs, biting down at the junction of your shoulder.

You do. How can you not? The perfect mix of pain and pleasure ripplin’ down your body as you arch against him. Simon holds you close, pumpin’ his pretty baby full as you come down from your high. You gasp at the fullness, whimpering as he nestles closer. Not leavin’ anytime soon.

[crimsonvictory]

adding on to my pussydrunk!ghost fantasies

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He always offers to drop everything he’s holding at any given time to get on his knees for you. Dark eyes basically pleadin’ to pull your panties down. Fingers twitchin’ at his sides, restraining from slipping them through your belt loop and tugging you close. Has to touch you anytime he walks by, a little brush down the back of your neck or he’s squeezin’ the fat of your hip. Tosses a wink when he sees the blush burning down your neck. He wears you down, practically drooling at the thought of tastin’ you - going all doe-eyed remembering you writhing around his tongue the night before.

You can’t tell him no, especially when he begs all pretty for you.

“Just a taste, please lovie.”

Voice full of desperation, nearly cracking as he pleads. A soft roll of your eyes and a huff and he knows he’s got you. A moment later you’re lying with your legs spread, arching into his mouth. He’s so soft, taking his sweet time to open you up. His tongue slowly laps through your folds, causing your legs to tremble. He’s loud - pathetic moans crawling up the back of his throat. You swear you see his eyes roll upward, pleasure rippling through his body just by getting you off.

He switches to suckling your little pearl, tongue swirling tight circles. He loves watching you squirm, heavy forearm placed across your hips so you can’t get away. Your slick drips down his chin and onto the front of his shirt - messy. He laps at you like a man starved - quenched only by the sweet nectar inbetween your legs. You know he’ll never be satisfied, always wanting more. He’ll draw it out for hours, pulling orgasms from your sweet body until the early hours of the morning.

“Jus’ one more,” he promises time and time again - liar.

By your third orgasm he’s completely gone, pupils blown nearly black with the amount of lust that overtakes his body. You love seeing him like this. Hearing the words spill from his pretty lips. They’re slick with your arousal.

“Such a pretty pink pussy.”

“Fuckin’ perfect.”

“Look how pretty you are.”

His voice is raspy, sending hot arousal straight to your cunt. Pleasure burns throughout your limbs, your multiple orgasms having you tremble uncontrollably. His large hands grab at every inch of your bare skin, deft fingers rolling your nipples into stiff peaks. Your own slide through his hair, tugging when a ripple of pleasure travels down your spine. The air smells like sex, sounds of your slick echoing in your shared bedroom.

“Si-,” you whine, nearly unable to speak his name.

The pleasure has you dumb as fuck, hardly able to form a coherent sentence. All you can do is lie there and take it, Simon pulling every ounce from your body.

“Sweet girl,” he murmurs against your folds, sliding two thick fingers all the way up until the second knuckle.

The stretch has you clenching around them, the added pressure of the pads of his fingers having you seeing stars. He rubs that familiar spongy spot, fingers begging you to come on them. You’re so fucked out, number of orgasms lost by the pleasant tingling that washes over your body. Your lids heavy, you watch as he rolls his hips into the bed, a slight stutter in his rhythm tells you he’s close.

His lips are pink and shiny, just like your pussy. Eyes glazed over as he lazily looks up at you - almost like they’re floating in syrup. You moan at the sight. Your pretty boy. He knows it too, grinnin’ against your pussy as he watches your eyes roll in the back of your head - another orgasm burning it’s way through your nerves.

“F-Fuck,” you cry out, a laugh of bliss leaving your lips as you ride your high.

“There we go,” he coos, slowly pulling away to leave kisses on your thighs.

You sigh, the trembling slowly residing as you relax into the covers. He’s crawling up your body a moment later, kissing all the way up to your mouth, forcing you to have a taste.

“Liquid gold,” he murmurs against your lips, kissing them softly as he brushes a hand up your side.

You laugh softly, reaching out lazily to grab his bicep to give a squeeze.

Ughhhhh I NEED him