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I binged the first two episodes

TRAVEL VARIETY SHOW TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!

WOOHOOOOOOOOO

NAH I CANT WITH THIS MAN

He’s way too pretty!!😔

when the writer you love (@redcherrykook) likes ur post

when you first started your relationship with Simon, I honestly believe that he will wait until you’re asleep to link your pinkies together. This man cannot fall asleep without you touching him. And then as the relationship grows, he can fall asleep before you because he feels safe, but he has to be squeezing your pudge.

another total side note, if he ever gets uncomfortable in gathering areas, he will move straight to your side and almost like a child pull on the end of your sleeve and look away. The smallest amount of touch is comforting to him. He needs his love.

also i cannot make myself cum 🥹 im 22 and never had sex before (and it makes me so nervous!!) whenever i try to relax a bit (sorry if i can't explain myself haha) i just can't reach that point!! and when i watch those videos, i prefer the ones with men whimpers/groans. it makes the process quicker for me until i stop. anyway, that was all. thanks 🥲✨️💖

do not apologize! I honestly feel like people talking more about this normalizes it a lot! I love hearing your stories and I hope by you reading my stories, you can help yourself realize that it’s normal!

keep your stories coming if you want! I’m glad you all feel comfortable enough to share!

my mind is so in the gutter…

imagine that you’re more quiet in bed, like, very minimal moans and sounds. So when Ghost finally has you in bed and he’s fingering you, eating you out and all that jazz, he gets a little worried when you don’t make sounds.

“Does it not feel good, love?”

you instantly shut down those thoughts of his, cupping his face and saying that it feels so fucking good, you just aren’t a noisy person when it comes to sex.

ghost takes this as a challenge in some sense, increasing his speed of his fingers pumping in and out of you, flicking his tongue on your clit quickly and substituting his fingers for his tongue every now and again.

he was determined to make you moan for him so he could hear your pretty ass sounds. When he finally makes you a moaning and whimpering mess, you smirks, keeping that pace up, making you scream his name as you squirt all over his face and chest.

“Every time I fuck this tight pussy, I want you to tell me what feels good. I will not stop until I have you a moaning and screaming mess, love.”

Hi your Masterlist doesn’t work 🥲 I was trying to find your fic tattooed hearts (are you still writing that?)

Oh my god I haven’t heard someone ask about that fic in a while😭 so I’m not writing it anymore, it was completed a while ago, but here’s the link to Tattooed Hearts

And here’s the masterlist

Please tell us you have some thoughts on enemy!ghost hate fucking reader

love ur work so much wish I could pick ur brain (endearing)

please pick my brain🙏

hate is passion, so that means hate sex is full of passion. I mean - it takes a lot out of a person to hate someone else! Sooo, Simon hate fucking you after seeing that you almost got shot- OOOFFF

this man would be rutting into you from behind, fisting your hair in his right hand while his left is around your throat, pulling you back into him. He’s fucking into you like he’s trying to drill a hole through you. Of course, you’re an absolute mess, cum dripping down your thighs, sweat lightly gracing your skin, and that intoxicating blush that litters your cheeks.

"This is all you’re good for, just a hole for me to fuck. Bein’ all useless out on field, can’t fucking keep yourself safe. Stupid little girl." The things he’s saying to you as he brings you closer to your climax makes you insane! You can hear his low and guttural grunts as his thrusts begin to become sloppy. He was close. With a few more thrusts and the feeling of the chub at the bottom of his abdomen slapping against your lower back and ass drives you over the edge.

he isn’t very keen on giving you aftercare after. He pulls on his uniform once again as you laid on the bed naked and shivering. He would catch glances at you, unmoving and silent, once fully dressed though, he would crouch on the foot beside your bed. He gripped your jaw tightly making you look at him. “Never put yourself in a position like that again.”

when he left, you felt alone. But there was an odd feeling…his words, the way he fucked you…there was passion. And passion was a dangerous thing, it was something that could be lost in just a few seconds.

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