I JUST WROTE SOME BULLSHITTTTTTT

I am the wizard. I grant your wishes of gnarly nasty freaky smut, at the price of . Idk leave a funny comment I always giggle at those

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But the moment you show your first sign of weakness? It’s like a switch flips inside his head. Too blue eyes snapping open to look down at your flushed face, at the first noise that’s fallen from your lips. His pace immediately strengthens, suddenly so easily keeping rhythm like he wasn’t about to cum ten seconds ago. It’s almost unnerving, the way he seems to lock in, leaning over you with a spit covered grin.

“Ye gonna cum? Mm? C’mon, lad- felt it- felt your fucking hole clench, don’t pull away now-“ he snarls, hand already reaching down to furiously rub your cock. It’s game over from there, all the power you had over him lost in a single instant- you can’t snatch it back before you cum all over his fat dick. He lets out a snarled laugh, hips slamming against you until his load is shooting inside- leaking out your poor pitiful hole as you desperately clench down around him.

The Scot sits back, heaving for air as he looks down at you- extremely satisfied with how wrecked you look. Pinching your nipple with his free hand, letting out a soft chuckle when you whine.

Your boyfriend, Simon Riley, is drunk again. He doesn’t do it often- only when he’s out with the lads or you buy a couple bottles of wine to share. He’s not like his father, you’d affirmed for him- it’s funny, how his body loosens and his grin widens instead. Maybe like his mother, but Simon never saw her drunk.

But Simon is drunk right now. A sloppy knock on your front door is making you shoot up out of your bed, opening it to see your massive wall of a partner swaying on his feet.

“Hi puppy,” he says, the words slurring and making you flush. His arms are already around you, lifting you off the ground with his weird happy hums. You glance behind him, and see price waving from the car, his other sergeants inside with dopey grins. The scent of alcohol is thick against his breath, letting you know exactly how well the night out went.

“Hi baby- you have a fun night?” You say with a laugh, waving off the car as it pulls out of your driveway. Simon just mumbles, stumbling inside and locking the door behind him as he keeps you in one arm like a stuffed animal more than a grown man.

“Missed you- missed my puppy, good puppy,” he grumbles out, nearly falling over against the couch as you pass it. You pull off his balaclava and toss it, ruffling his shorn hair as you both finally stumble into your bedroom- falling into the mattress with a heavy thump. You manage to land next to Simon rather than under him, though his huge arms squash you against him anyways.

“C’mon, I’m sure it was fun! You haven’t seen them since their last mission, it was good to catch up,” you say sweetly, and there is no envy in it. Clutching your handsome retired man against your chest, thanking the stars it wasn’t him anymore risking his life.

“They ain’t got a wet cunt for me to sink into,” Simon says with a huff, hips rolling against yours and making your breath hitch.

“You’re drunk,” you laugh against him, shifting to sit up- oh. He’s pulling you tight against him, rolling his hips incessantly and not letting you go. Clutching at your back, humping your hip like somethings got him going. It’s cute, like he just can’t seem to help himself- it’s less cute that you remembered his strength like this, but still cute.

“Puppy.. my little.. pup,” he groans, like he’s forgotten everything but the image of your sweet dopey eyes looking up at him like this. So sweet, so happy just looking at his ugly mug- his hips turn from incessant humping to slow grinds. Like he thinks he’s inside you, fucking you closer to the edge. It’s so cute, so sweet- he’s more dog like than you right now.

“Simon, you’re gonna ruin your boxers- c’mon, let me take off your clothes,” you start, but are quickly interrupted by a pitiful whimper and his hips stuttering against yours- ah, too late. He doesn’t stop even as he cums, the pace uneven and pathetic. Nobody would imagine the fearsome Ghost would be like this in retirement- a sweet old mountain of a man cumming in his boxers just because he missed his boyfriend too much at dinner.

“Feel better now?” You ask sweetly, receiving a satisfied chuff from Simon as you finally are released and able to actually pull his clothes off. He’s still hard, cum drenching his boxers- wasn’t whiskey dick supposed to be a thing or something? It looked like alcohol fueled his appetite even more, the drunk fool bucking against your light touch as you scoop some of his spend off his cock.

Sucking it off your finger, letting out a pleased hum. His cum tastes so much better after he’s retired too, full of home cooked meals you make for each other instead of the shitty rations.

“Puppy- please? Just- fuck, just the tip, ‘ll be good,” Simon moans, and you barely are able to keep your grin from spreading across your face.

“Yeah? You promise, you just need to get the tip wet, baby?” You coo, pulling down your own pants just so you can crawl on top of your boyfriend. Simon is lazily nodding his head, eyes hazy like he can’t see straight- so cute, it’s not often he’s out of it like this.

“Mmmmhm. Jus- the tip. Promise, lovie,” the ex lieutenant says haphazardly, still out of breath from his first orgasm. His hands are dragging up and down your sides, squeezing and squishing like he can’t seem to get enough of you- lifting you up with a squeak.

“Simon-!” You scold with a laugh, reaching down to help. Dragging his thick cock through your wet folds, the head bumping deliciously against your own little t dick perfectly. You manage to notch the head against your hole, sinking down with his guidance- free hand tugging on your own cock to help yourself loosen up a bit.

Simon’s hands begin to shake the moment his head sinks into your wet cunt, pitiful grunts escaping his chest. “Fuck- fuck-“ the blonde whimpers, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he sunk you down to the hilt in one go instead of doing any sort of his original plan.

You keen out, shivering at the delicious stretch he provides before remembering to play up his little game, whining and scratching at his chest. “Simon-! You promised- just the- fuck, you’re so deep!” You moan, but it’s hard to focus too well when you’re being split apart like this.

His hips are unkind, stuttered thrusts lubed up by his first load keeping you happy as you bounce up and down on his fat dick. Simon is not faring well, gasping and twitching with each rise and fall, his legs shaking under you as the man spasms.

“Fuck- puppy! Puppy- my puppy- right? Please- won’t leave me, will you?” The man whimpers, tears dotting his lashes so prettily against his flushed face. God, he was so cute- you leaned down to kiss his face, rolling your hips just the way he loved.

“I’m your puppy, Simon- your dog. ‘M never gonna leave you, never gonna leave this cock either. You know why?” You ask, and he blinks his sweet brown eyes open to try and drunkenly question you.

“Cause you’re- my- good boy-“ your words are broken apart by your boyfriends frantic thrusts, his pelvis squishing your throbbing t dick at this angle and making you squirm and mewl. Simon loved being good, loved being yours- and he loved being your good boy.

Of course, he maybe loved being your good boy a little too much- huge arms squashing you against his chest as his thrusts turn to desperate fucking. Every sharp bottoming out hits your cervix, your body spasming from the delicious pressure. Curling closer, tighter, sharper. You try to say something, to throw off your boyfriend- but it seems he’s too drunk off of the alcohol and your hot cunt to slow down anymore.

He doesn’t even stop when you cum with a sharp whine, just smothering you with his tongue down your throat as his balls slap against your ass. Practically using you like a sex toy, whimpering and moaning your little puppy heart out-

“Fuck- yes, puppy- so wet- ‘m sorry- can’t stop, oh god,” Simon cries, his hips starting to stutter when you cum again with a howl. Thrashing against him this time, your orgasms too close- your own cum splashed against against both your legs as the man finally slams to the hilt one final time and fills you with his cum.

Simon still whimpers as he slowly brings you both down from the edge, giving slow twitchy thrusts until he finally settles to the hilt again, rolling to his side and crushing you against him. You let out a groan of annoyance, but he’s already snoring, like that final orgasm knocked him right the fuck out.

but now im scared with responsibilities, but also happy, whf

like dude, what do you mean you have to ask to go out with friends???

I tell my roommate/fwb/partner (truly a qpr) that i'm going out, because it's courteous, not cause i'm asking permission 😭

straight people be wilding

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Mmmmm bottom gaz. God he looks sooooo good tied up in cute satin, his muscles all slick with sweat and cum as you slowly fuck into his tight hole over and over. He’s just so sweet, eyes tear stricken and desperately trying to squirm away!!

He’s cum three times on his pretty tummy, dripping down from his long sweet cock to his stretched out little hole. Every thrust is so good, so tight and wet and warm- he’s like an absolute dream, refusing to tap out but he’s so overstimulated that he can barely see anymore!

“Kyle, you need your safeword sweetheart?” You coo, laughing openly at the way his full lips push into a pout. He stubbornly shakes his head, “n-no- no, I’m fine- I am, I am- I can take it- I can take it,” the man says rather incessantly- like he’s barely aware of himself anymore.

“Yeah? Is this okay if I speed up a little then? Your little cunt is just so soft and warm, I can’t help myself,” you sigh so sweetly, your hips starting to speed up. Every slam against his prostate has the man whimpering, eyes threatening to roll back.

“Come on, sweetheart- talk- to- me-!” You punctuate each word with deep thrusts, feeling your balls draw up as his ass tightens around you. Fuck, he’s like a fucking vice!

“Fuck- fuck- yes! Please- please don’t stop- I can take it- I can, I can I- I want your cum please- please just cum!” The sergeant cries, such a pretty contrast from how he is on the field. That calm demeanor and confident shine in his eyes absolutely shattered- leaving nothing but your perfect sweet boy.

“So good for me- okay baby, just feel good for me okay?” You keen, grabbing him by the satin tied around his hips and letting yourself lose your own pace- lost in Kyle’s sloppy hole that wanted your cum so bad he’d forced himself to cum three times over. Desperate enough for your pleasure that he would push himself into overstimulation hell, his poor overused cock throbbing in anticipation at the idea of finally having your cum fill him up inside-

Fuck, he was so perfect. A perfect man, sexy and delicious and so so sweet for you- your hips finally stutter as you slam yourself to the hilt. Shivering through your orgasm, drooling as rope after rope hit- your cheek?

You look down, and feel another pulse of cum shoot against Kyle’s insides as you take in the sight of a fourth load on his tummy. It’s impressive, how he actually managed to practically squirt on your cock- shivering and gasping as your hips grind your load further inside.

“Good boy, so good for me- so good, so good- just take me, sweet boy,” you hiss, slumping against your sweet boyfriend- humming when he cried and writhed as you squished his sensitive cock between your tummies. Letting the friction overstimulate him further, kissing up the side of his sweaty face and giggling at his pitiful expression.

And he saw the flush your face would have when they mistook you, the quiet satisfaction that made you stand up just a bit straighter. He especially saw how much you liked it from Ghost- the man who didn’t seem to care what you actually were. The lieutenant seemed to just decide that you were a lad, and always treated you like one- and Gaz saw how much you liked it.

So, he starts slipping it into your little sessions.

“You look so cute- you’d be such a cute boy, y’know.”

“What’d Ghost call you today? Atta boy, right?”

“Come on, toughen up soldier- this cock isn’t for silly girls.” That one made you cum on the spot, strangling his cock with your sweet cunt and pulling him right over the edge with you.

It was so cute. Gaz knew you wanted a piece of the lieutenant, knew how much he affected you and made you cum so much harder. It was so cute that Gaz actually couldn’t get it out of his head. What would Ghost say? Would he be shy, watching you twitch and cum on the sergeant’s thick cock while crying for Ghost?

Would he be eager, excited and rough? Happy to shove you between the two of them, make you swallow the lieutenant’s massive cock while Gaz got to lick into his mouth? If they tied ghost up, maybe they could double team him-

It sends Kyle down one of the worst horny spirals of his life- so much so that he can’t keep his hands off you. He starts making you work out with him, starts pulling you into closets for a mid day fuck- insatiable with the idea of how cute you are when you’re all embarrassed- how cute it’d be to see you be even more shy if Ghost were there.

His obsession comes to a head when Gaz crosses the line- fucking you on Ghost’s bunk in the safe house. You’re both surrounded by the man’s scent, and Gaz can’t seem to get enough of how high you look right now. He’s so locked in on your drooling lips stuffed full with Ghost’s mask and hazy eyes that he doesn’t anticipate the sudden massive hand on his neck- yanking him against an even bigger chest.

“Fuckin dirty mutts- on my goddamn bunk? You lookin for a fuckin punishment, that it?” Ghost himself is growling down at the pair of you, and nearly cums when your eyes shoot open to gasp and desperately try to cover yourself. Kyle can’t stop himself from pinning your hands- Ghost letting him lurch back over you with a newfound interest.

“Ignoring me, sergeant?” He jokes, and you freeze up- squeezing Gaz’s cock in a sudden death grip as you’re fully exposed to your- what, work crush? Simon’s massive as he leans over Kyle’s shoulder, dwarfing the big man just with his broad shoulders.

“No lieutenant- just- making sure our sweet boy doesn’t run off before you get a chance to play too,” Kyle throws it out there, and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head in shock.

Simon twitches, looking down at your splayed out form- at the way you flush at the term boy. His hand slowly reaches out, tugging the wet fabric from your lips- his mask, soaked with your spit. You let out a soft whine as it’s finally pulled from your mouth, already starting to try and speak.

“Simon I’m so sorry I just-“ you desperately start, only to be gagged again by the lieutenant’s thick fingers. Three down your throat at once, Ghost leaning against Gaz’s shoulder as he forces the sergeant down against you. Your cunt pulses around the dark skinned man, and Kyle can’t stop the moan that vibrates from his chest.

“Wanted my sergeant to fuck you on my bunk, mouth full of my mask when you really want my cock? Stupid boy- roped him into this, didn’t you?” Ghost says firmly, ripping his fingers out and finally standing to move around Gaz and stand over you. You shake your head vehemently, but Gaz has been putting this together for too long for you to put the blame on him.

“Begged me, sir. Begged me to fuck his little hole like you would, the pervert,” the sergeant says coyly, the look of betrayal on your face almost making him laugh.

Simon yanking you around has you distracted- and Gaz is too busy trying not to cum as his fantasy comes to life to be sad about your cunt being ripped from him. Instead, he works seamlessly with Ghost- pinning you against the bed while Gaz’s wet cock flopping across your face instead. It’s so cute, watching you gasp and squirm at the feeling- mortification all over your face when you feel Ghost rip your thighs apart. Staring down at your soaked cunt, looking like a starved animal- holy fucking shit, Ghost looks so good like that.

“Yeah? You thought Gaz here would do it, hm? Stupid fucking mutt- you know he’s too sweet, too soft on a cunt like you,” the man growls, and Kyle starts to slowly rut against your face- trembling when his balls meet your forehead. So cute, on your back like this- still pinning both of your hands and keeping you helpless.

“N-no-! No, I wasn’t-“ you protest again, whining when Gaz slaps his cock against your cheek and silencing you.

“I think I’m plenty hard when I want to be,” the sergeant teases, and Ghost’s eyes dart up from your sopping cunt to the long thick cock grinding itself against your face- Gaz looking far too smug.

“Good thing you’re the one who broke him in then, huh?” Ghost snarks, one hand yanking his belt open- and the fattest cock either of you two has ever seen flops out. Fuck, it’s so heavy that it gravity seems to weigh it down- two inches thick- maybe even more- it’s almost embarrassing how mesmerized the two of you are by it.

“Jesus fucking christ, Ghost,” Gaz breathes, watching in rapture as that fat cock ruts against your soaked pussy, listening to the miracle of your pretty whines. It seems like you’ve forgotten yourself too- desperately humping against Ghost’s cock like you’re trying to beg for it. Gaz rewards you by finally letting you up- pulling your shoulders up against his lap so you can both see properly.

“Please- please fuck him, I have to see you stretch his tight cunt out,” the sergeant whines, loving the way both you and Ghost twitch at his dirty words.

“Fuck, Garrick-!” You groan, Simon unable to resist the man’s orders as he notches his head against your tight hole. You let out a sharp wheeze, like just the fat head knocked the wind out of you- Gaz can’t help but rut his dick against your shoulder blade at the sight.

“Fuck me- he’s tight- even after you stretched his stupid cunt out,” the lieutenant growls, shoving himself inside further- you can’t help but jolt against Gaz’s grip again.

“Come on- relax, puppy- let your lieutenant fuck your sloppy little hole and I’ll fuck your ass next- hm? Yeah? You want me to show Ghost how cute your little gape is?” The sergeant coos, loving how embarrassed you look at the way Ghost groans in anticipation- finally sliding to the hilt.

“Shit- yeah? Little boy likes getting touched like a real man, huh? Fuck me-“ Ghost grunts back, his hips starting to slowly pump in and out of your sopping cunt. Your little pearled t dick is throbbing, your legs weakly kicking and twitching at each thrust- mouth hanging open in pure bliss.

“Simon-! You- you can’t talk like that- I’ll- I’ll-“ you whimper out, harshly jerking when Simon’s fat finger and thumb squeeze your little cock.

“What? Y’ think I’m gonna lie- pretend yer some fuckin’ lady I gotta be nice to? Fuck no- yer a fucking sloppy boy, n I wanna see your little holes stretched wide for the both of us, got it? Come on- cum on this cock, show us how fuckin gross you are, mutt-“ Simon snarls, his slow thrusts becoming deep pounding as the bed starts to rattle.

Gaz is desperately humping your back at this point, squeezing your hands in his as he whimpers over the sight of Ghost’s cock splitting you apart.

It’s exactly how he pictured it, you look star struck and fucked out of your mind- Simon’s eyes look demented with the way he’s staring down at the both of you. Gaz can’t help it, can’t help the way he spurts cum against your back- forcing you to cum all over Simon’s fat cock with a wail. It’s fucking tantalizing, nobody can seem to stop pumping their hips until their orgasms are fully ridden out.

It’s at this point that Gaz realizes that Simon is staring holes through his head, and has the human decency to be a little embarrassed.

“Y’know what? Boy- roll over- I’m gonna make Gaz eat your ass out for me,” the lieutenant says, and both of you twitch in embarrassment.

“What?” Gaz squeaks, and Simon leans forward, squishing you between their chests as he kisses the sergeant. Their tongues clashing, cocks rutting against you as you watched with an open mouth. Simon is- much gentler, with Gaz- it’s almost unfair how tender his hand is as the man cups the sergeant’s face.

“I wanna see you eat our little pup out, and get him ready before I make you fuck his tight little ass. You be good, and I’ll fuck his cunt at the same time,” the lieutenant murmurs.

That’s all of my posts !!! I write about t dicks and pussy and ass and everyone gets to have lots of fun >:]