Breaking Simon Into Calling You Mommy.

simon eating you out while you blow smoke in his face.

smut. ⤵

whether you've had the worst or best day ever, simon is ready with a fat roll with ur name on it. perfer pens/carts? great, he just got u a new pink one that'll take you to the moon and back. more of a bong girl, he's gotchu. bowl neatly packed with no crumbs fallin out when u spark up.

while yall are passing back and forth, the weed does what it does.. fucks you up. not even ten minutes later, you're guiding simon's hand down to feel your pussy and she is..gushing. simon can't believe it either, asks you if you pissed yourself. fuck you, nigga..eat my pussy.

and of course, simon, like the good boy he is, does what he's told. lazily sucking on ur clit like its a pacifier with those fucking eyes looking up over the pudge of your stomach, a little red and reeeaaall low. he rubs his cock to the bed, groaning into you as he goes completely non-verbal. no dirty talk, no cussing, just simon eatin' your pussy like hes trying to take your soul. which he probably is, by the way.

nuttin' on simon's mouth feels ten times better when you're higher than heaven, ur weed discarded as you grip your sheets, throwing your head back witch a choked moan stuck in your throat as your entire body throbs.

oh yeah nd happy 4/20 😶‍🌫️🍃

*throws grenade and hides* *the grenade begins to shake* *it bursts open revealing not a life ending explosion, but a note:*

going out w the girls n getting rlly drunk n u tell them u gotta use the bathroom but instead u go in n call sonny murmuring a soft “miss you daddy… can pick me up please?” as soon as he answers—he was literally waiting by his phone for ur call cus it rings only once… if sonny knows nothing else abt his pretty princess, he knows that the second she tips passed buzzed into drunk, all she wants is her big strong boyfriend’s arms wrapped around her while she hides in his chest

SIGH …. i am ONCE AGAIN… THINKING !!!!

HHHOMYGOSH

and of course, sonny being the best boyfriend ever was already grabbing his coat the second he sees that it's your name on the contact 😭 he reassures you that he's on the way and tells you not to go anywhere and to stay on the phone bc he can tell you're out of it :(( so when he parks and gets out the car, only to see you basically standing asleep, he wraps his arms around you, nd it scared you a bit even though you can smell his cologne.

" 'ts just me, doll. daddy's right here, baby. c'mon. "

(queue sonny taking u home to pamper you until you fall asleep, pressing soft kisses all over your face and making sure to make some good breakfast for you in the morning 😭😭 im so in love with this man omg)

simon riley smut drabble <3

nasty rating: ★★

saw a tiktok and it made me think about how simon's eyes cross when he cums. like his breath picks up and he starts curling upwards to the point where his abs hurt, he starts whining lil "fuck"s and "shit, yes"s while his balls tighten and his head starts to get heavier.. and then boom, just like that thick, slightly salty ropes of cum start to eject themselves into your throat while you swallow around his cock.

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

john price x fem reader.

18+ !!! possessive husband! john, penetrative sex, cum play, light choking, use of the word 'sir', king of dirty talk captain john price.

just something i had to get off my chest! reblogs and thoughts are appreciated!

You’re spread, face down, and ass up on the duvet.

John’s hands are warm on your hips, his calloused fingers are digging into your heated flesh, and grabbing fist fulls, as if he wants to take you apart. You squirm against the pressure. You’ve always liked it when John grabbed you like this.

Like it a lot more when you’re spread wide open for him, though.

He hums a smile from behind you.   “Gotta say it louder, sweetheart. I didn’t hear you.” You swallow down your drool. It’s pooling onto the sheets below your mouth, and you know that when this is all said and done, John will pull you against him and joke about the wet patches. Whisper heavily into your ear – look at the mess you’ve made, love, and you’ll blink at the sight, still sensitive from the daze he’d put you in. Melt against his chest. Say, it’s all your fault, and John would chuckle, kiss you sweetly, I’m such a bad guy, aren’t I?

Now, though, in the heat of the night, you couldn’t care less. You sink into your thighs, and the movement forces your pussy wider for him. John sighs at the sight. Grunting, as if he’s letting himself into temptation, he slides his thumb over your spread cheeks, and roughly drags it over your asshole.

You gasp, and buck forward, body throbbing. “Ah, John.” He lightly smacks your hip, “what did I say?” “You,” you loudly repeat, suddenly remembering what he asked earlier.

Who do you belong to? He’d grunted. You’d been far too dazed to respond clearly – coming twice from John’s thick fingers and tongue would do that.  

Your husband hums again, grabbing your ass cheek and spreading you wider. “Look at you,” he whispers to himself, gazing at the wet slick of your cunt.

You’re soaking. Slowly floating into the abyss. Drifting off into a world of non-verbal communication, dazed smiles, and incomprehensible words.

You’re familiar with it.

Familiar with John fucking you stupid. Familiar with John’s soothing hand on the back of your neck as he coaxes you out of your small space.

Your husband presses the head of his cock against your cunt, then gently slides it through your slick, rubbing against your clit and aching hole. You mouth at the duvet, eyes rolling back until all you see is the soothing black.

“This wet cunt. All for me?” Your belly tightens. Pussy clenches around the memory of his dick. “John,” you whine, begging for more, begging for him to stop. You’re not sure at this point.

There’s not a lot of clarity to moments like this, it’s only after, when John’s got you in his arms, that you realise how far gone you were. Reflect on the words you’d said – the dirty spiel you’d whimpered to get what you wanted.

Still, though, as John feeds his cock into your swollen pussy, and grunts, “I’ll come inside this pretty cunt, fill you with my babies, huh?” you still have enough clarity left to shake your head and whimper, “N-No.”

John laughs darkly. He sinks his cock as far as it’ll go, and you cream around him, slipping quickly. “You sure?” he grunts, voice strained. His hands are gripping your cheeks, spreading them wide so he can see just as far you can take him.

“You don’t want me to get you pregnant? Show everyone that I fuck you good and proper?”

His words make you dizzy. Mindlessly, you clench around his cock, coating him, and John laughs with a groan.

He knows you. Knows you better than you know yourself.

Knows you’re chewing on the duvet right now, stuffing it into your mouth to quiet your sobs. Knows that there’s a knot in your belly right now, and it’s tight enough that you’re throbbing all over.

He slides his slick cock out, and when he slowly stuffs you with it again, there’s a wet ring pushing to his base. He clenches his jaw, shakes his head in disbelief, then takes his cock from you again.

Your breath hitches, waiting for him to sink back in, but then he presses in quick and tight, bottoming deep, forcing you to cry out suddenly.

“John, John, John – fuck. Fuck!” He ignores you. Continues his previous dirty drawl.  

“Would look so good with my come leaking out of you, sweetheart,” he compliments. You beam. Jesus, you go blind with it. You would, fuck. You would look so good strung out, tangled in sheets with his come dribbling out of your swollen pussy.

You close your eyes to the thought of it.

Go to the sweet dark as John slides out, then buries in again. When he’s deep, and you think you’ve settled into the thick heat of it all, he hoists you against him – his chest to your back -- and presses his mouth to your ear, talking quickly, so you don’t have time to complain.

His voice is heavy. Haunting. Makes you cling to the hand he’s got tight around your belly.

“Pump you full of it, huh baby? then pull your underwear up.”

He begins to languidly fuck you. Rocks his hips up in deliberate strokes, setting a gentle, intoxicating rhythm that has your mouth hanging open and eyes rolling back. John breathes heavily in your ear, and you know it’s getting to him too.

“Make you sit in it all day. Go to work with your knickers smeared in my come. Your colleagues wouldn’t know that your pussy is all wet with me, but I would. I’d know.”

You sob his name. Lock your gummy walls to his thick cock, trying to milk him, and John near growls into your ear. “Fuck!” he snaps, and the sound echoes through you, and goes straight to your clit.

“You like that huh?” He drags his calloused hand between your trembling thighs and sloppily pushes his fingers over your clit. You double over in pleasure, but John keeps you pressed against him with the arm he’s got wrenched around you.

“Tightening around me. Shit. All this cause I threatened to punch a guy in the pub?”

You’re brought back to the memory: some guy grabbing your arm to try and dance with him, and John shoving him back, near pushing him into the slot machine.

He’d been shaking with rage. Went to get the guy's throat in his hands before you got involved.

“Like to pretend that it annoys you, but I know you love it when I’m possessive. When I keep you locked to my hip. We both know that it makes your cunt get all sticky when I fight someone for you.”  

He’s right and you know it. When John had shoved the guy, you’d gone hot all over. But you’d pulled your husband to the smoking area and told him to cool it.

He went to pay the tab, and you went to the toilet. Spent most of it with your forehead against the door, trying to steady your thumping heart.

John’s still rubbing your clit, trying to catch it in his wet fingers. It’s all sloppy. It’s John breathing shakily against your ear, his deep, hungry tempo forcing a pool of desire to settle at your lower back.

He continues his pace – fucks you the way he knows you like it, steady, but hard -- and all at once, that ache that had simmered threatens to burst, and you spasm around his cock, gasping with the desire to come.

You let out an unrestrained moan, whimpering mindlessly.

Through the blood rushing through your ears, you hear yourself plea with him – fuck me, please. John. John. Please. You take his hand from your belly and drag it to your throat, grinding down on his dick.

John curses. Pushes you to the duvet, takes your hips in one hand, and rubs your clit with the other.

The sensation of both his fingers and cock makes you mute against the sheets.

Your body is numb. It’s all electric heat, wrapped around you like a cloak. You try to talk, tell him to fuck you, but all that comes out is drool and his name. Please. Please. Um gonna come. Um gonna come so hard baby—he smacks your ass, and the sudden pressure goes straight to your cunt, sending you spinning, and you’re squeezing around him, tight as a vice, coming on his cock.

John all but growls as he fucks you through your orgasm. “Gooood girl!” he shouts, watching you struggle and spasm around his cock, fidgeting and whining as white heat seers through your pussy. “Come inside me,” you gasp, drunk, so fucked out that you’d let him do anything he wants, and John groans, your cunt tight and so so warm and wet. “Come,” you drawl, your orgasm tailing off, and you clutch the duvet, whining in your post-come state. John’s still fucking you and the feel of his hard cock sliding through your swollen and slick folds has you babbling.

“Come inside me I want you inside of me.” John huffs a laugh. “No, baby, that’s not what you want.” You shake your head, delirious. “It is, I promise.” “No, it’s not. I’ve just fucked all rational thought out of your head. Brain’s gone dumb on my cock, huh baby?”

He smooths his hand over your back, struggling to contain his strained grunts through his spiel. You can’t decide which you like more: when John’s so turned on that all he can do is bark filth at you, or when he’s so turned on that he can’t, just moan and grunt and fuck you silly.

“Good thing your husband thinks for you, though. Turn around.”

In your bleary state, you manage to fumble around onto your back, and John grabs hold of your leg and pulls you down the duvet, forcing you onto your knees in front of him.

You blink up at his looming body – at his heaving, hairy chest, and clenched neck. His face is red with sweat, and the heady, heavy gaze of his eyes has your belly swirling. Blinking down at his hand, you dreamily watch him tug at his wet, angrily hard cock, before muscle memory kicks in.

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, and John groans deep in his throat, the sound twisting into a moan as he speeds up his tugging, and it's seconds before he’s pumping his come into your mouth.

Most of it lands on your tongue, or around your lips. But a smear of it shoots across your cheek. You don’t dare wipe it away; instead, once John’s finished, and he’s staring down at you with this wild, feverish look, you close your mouth and make a show of swallowing it down.

You’ve collected a lot of spit from having your mouth open for so long, and your mouth is too full to swallow it all in one go, so a trail of it slides down the corner of your mouth and throat.

John watches it drip.

Inhaling steadily, he reaches his thick hand out, and wipes the smear of it, along with the come on your cheek, away with his thumb.

“What was it you said?” he whispers. His eyes are black as he pushes his finger inside of your mouth. You close your eyes and mewl around his thumb, lazily sucking at it as if he’d pushed his cock between your lips.

Having something of his in your mouth makes your post-come delirium even worse.

The position makes you hazy, too – spread thighs and sensitive pussy brushing against the rug – and you’re just about to ask if you can blow him before he pulls his fingers away and clasps your jaw and throat in his huge hand.

Your eyes immediately roll back. Cunt clenches, desperate for him inside of you again, and when you blink up at him, your husband's face is a picture of love and possession.

“Mine,” he states, in his heavy, smoke-laden voice.

You lick your lips and taste the remnants of his come on your tongue. “Yes sir,” you whisper.

masterlist.

please reblog or comment i'll kiss u.

cuties ♡

Do you still write for Dominick carisi?

yea!

hiiiiii i wanted to say that i love ur blog is focused on black and hispanic readers, it’s normally really hard to find big like that and also have good words so megaaaa kudos to u💗💗💗💗💗

also, do u have any other recommended authors for black readers???? just asking

stay safe and take care💗💗💗

hey babes!! so sorry this took so long, i just wanted to make sure i got everyone i could find!! kay, here goes.

@rumisgf

@merakidoll

@pzonnie

@luminiamore

@peechpitt

@gloxk

@nysrage

@jaemmphilia

@altsvu

@chrollohearttags

@backwzzds

@frenchkisstheabyss

@hobicakess

@getouslvtt

@melaninmight

@k9iriz

@faeknj (/ @pixieknj)

@marcspectorstannie

please, please reblog this with more black/hispanic authors! we need to get these lovely authors and all others in out community the recognition they need!! love yall

☠ — “ NECK TATS ”

who dis? onyankopon, eren, nd connie, AOT. x BLACK!FEM! reader

huunni drops → cussin, shenanigans nd silly shit, WHAT ELSE I MISS?

GGRRRRHHHFNFJXJ SJWJDGJD

MY EARS ARE SO WIDE OPEN. MY EARS ARE-

completely different people— sonny the soft gentleman on the outside but treats you like the filthiest whore and johnny the hard exterior that cherishes you and treats you like the sweetest, prettiest princess he ever did see

johnny is the one to notice you first, falls first and falls hard—but he’s way too shy to approach you i mean… why would you like him? so he tells his twin brother.

johnny is attracted to you first, but sonny is the first to approach you—and he approaches on behalf of his brother. and you’re always hanging out w both of them anyway, both doting on you. until johnny wants to take ur relationship to the next level

he’s not as experienced, shy and a bit unsure of himself, so he asks if you’d be okay with his brother helping him a bit the first time.

and then after that night u have a talk together about it,, and sonny and johnny have a separate talk before you all talk together—and that’s how the poly starts w the carisi twins 🥹