"s'fucking small"
lieutenant ghost who has a major size kink.
tags: MDNI!, size kink obvi, manhandling teehee, fem reader, fingering, you're put in a mating press, lowkey praise?
a/n: sorry for the late post, i went to hoyofest '23 and then tumblr went down for a bit but teehee take ghost and size kink (i want him to manhandle me)
ghost likes to hold things after you hold them just to see how big his hands look on it compared to yours. does the thing where he makes you hold his phone and later compares it to his cock. (when hard, he is most definitely over 7 inches and at least 5 inches in girth, you can't tell me he can act like this if his cock was any less)
loves manhandling you 'cause god, look at you! so small next to him. he absolutely adores your hand in his, just shows him how big he is compared to you.
when he has you pinned to the bed, legs spread out showing off your pretty little cunt to him, just him. god, and you're so wet, letting him slip in a finger in so easily. one hand holding yours down, your knees pressing against your chest as he pushes himself onto you. revels in the fact he can just engulf your entire body with his larger one.
slips a few fingers in and out, seeing you squirm around trying to rub on him trying to get any form of friction. teases you by rubbing your clit, just a little. then when he's had enough, he'll stand up and let you watch as he slowly takes off his belt and let his cock spring free.
an arm to support him, your knees now next to your head because of the position, and his cock lined up with your cunt. he'll ram it in with no time for you to adjust (he's so mean). gets him all riled up seeing a bulge in your stomach. he'll grunt out your name and little comments about how you're "s'fucking small" and how you're taking him in sooo good. he'll put you in a mating press. eventually, he's just panting and moaning your name as you squeeze around him with a death grip on your hips and thighs.
god you look so cute as he fucks your brains out.
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simon and thigh fuckin hhhhn he gets so impatient to fuck your cunt properly (as a play—“can’t wait anymore, sweetheart. need you some other way, now.”) that he uses the soft press of your thighs.
it’s so messy and sloppy, with the lube dripping from the stretch of your skin to your sheets, and simon forgets to restrain his strength—he folds you in half for the ease of it, pushing your knees until they’re almost touching your chest, before humping so desperately, filling up the space of your room with wet slaps as skin meets skin, and robust muscles mould into the plush of your thighs.
“fuuuuck,” he hisses, his eyes shut close so tightly because this feels so good, so distinct from when it’s your cunt he’s using. the heated press is different, the tightness foreign, and simon pounds into your thighs with unabashed intensity, so high with this new addiction.
and when he catches you playing with your own clit? oh, simon’s gone, thick rivulets splattering on your stomach, hitting the base of your chin.
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