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A more free-form writing blog for @wxnheart which is request-only. I might take some requests depending but for the most part, the content is inspired by my ideas and the conversations/thirsts that you lovely people share with me. β€οΈ
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You and Ghost seducing Gaz, finally getting your pretty boy right where you want him, and the lieutenant is holding him back. Big, burly form pressed against Kyle, one large hand on his chest, the other stroking his dick; the teasing fuck smirking, whispering the dirtiest, filthiest shit, accent heavy, voice husky, trying Gaz's patience and sending your pretty baby into a tailspin. "Pretty sight, ain't it?" Ghost asks, smugness emanating off his question in droves. Of course it is. Of course you are.
Fuck yes is what Gaz wants to say.
But he's thisclose to fuckin' losing it and cracking his Lt.'s jaw. He's so pent up, the adrenaline's rushing, the nuance of morality is pissing him off like always, and the fact that you're both keeping him in place, preventing him from fucking your pretty mouth is the icing on the cake. Kyle can't speak for shit, the pleasure's too much, you two ain't stopping any time soon, and he doesn't know if he should be pissed off some more or just... let it happen. Shit.
It's you, eyes glossy, looking up at your boys, pretty lips shiny and swollen as you make love to Kyle's cock, as you kiss and suck on the head, never going too much further, relishing in that push and pull as he tries to buck into your mouth, and Simon, ready as always, holding Gaz back, making him come undone in your mouth as he feels his Lt.'s hard, clothed cock nestled comfortably against his ass.
Pretty sight, ain't it?
The post you reblogged about Simonβs voice gave me an ideaπ
Simon whispering in your ear to keep quiet and a hand over your mouth so the others wonβt wake up and see him balls deep in your tight hole. Like he normally wouldnβt give a shit if one of the others saw him fuck someone but itβs you heβs talking about. Heβs not going to share you with the greedy Scot or Gaz who could charm the pants off of anyone with a wink (at least heβs not going to share you for now)
Simon has to resort to shoving two fingers into your mouth because you started getting too fuckin' loud. It does the trick. Mostly.
But when you start sucking on 'em as good as you sucked his cock? As good as your tight cunt's currently milking him dry? Bloody fuckin' hell, now he's the one who's gotta mutter curses under his breath.
"Goddamn, 'm gonna fuckin' bust..."
Good fuckin' gawd, you feel exquisite around him.
He knew you'd feel as good as you looked the moment he laid eyes on you. Knew the two knobheads felt the same, too.
Pulling rank has its advantages off the field, eh, Johnny?
salivating over Simon just doing Simon things throughout the house. shirtless and in a pair of black sweats.
seeing the muscles in his arms and back contract as he's making a cuppa? swoon.
seeing the muscles in his arms contract when he rubs the back of his neck absentmindedly or goes to light his cigarette? panties off.
simon catching wind of you watching him and he smirks 'round said ciggy, watches you watch him, and proceeds to makes his dick jump in his sweats to surprise you? priceless. wait a goddamn minuteβ
salivating over Simon doing Simon things around the house, part II.
Simon shimmying a little as he pulls his jeans up (that you accidentally on purpose purchased a smidge too tight) over those thighs and ass of his? Screaming without the S.
Similarly, watching him undress, and itβs like getting your own private strip show? Fancy a shag there, mate?
Simon making breakfast for you after he fucked you good last night and heβs naked, too? Wife his ass up.
Getting upset because yβall canβt go one more round because duty calls but Simon smirks, puts your hand on his cock, holds it there so you can feel it jump, and says, βLater, luv.β? Priceless. What the fuck?
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Phillip would be outright OFFENDED if you tried to hide all those pretty noises you make when he's fucking you. What do you mean you're biting into his shoulder or screaming into the pillow? Absolutely not, no room for being bashful here. He won't give you what you want until you're loud enough to his liking
Offended is putting it nicely.
Graves would find it downright blasphemous that you're not screamin' the whole damn house down, darlin'.
He'd see it as such an affront that he's willing to shoulder the burdens that come with having blue balls because how dare you not make the neighbors want to complain about the noise. The fuck is he doing, then?
"I'm sorry," is what you'd say, meekly. Graves gives you a once-over, sniffs all condescendingly like the bastard he is, and goes, "Oh, I don't think you are, darlin'." Cue him fucking you into the mattress, and you're sorry, you're so fuckin' sorry that you're screaming it now, screaming his name, too caught up in the pleasure and the sounds of your bodies coming together to notice his smug grin.
There we go, gorgeous.
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Christopher Jamal Redfield is now officially part of the family because your grandma, with her megawatt smile and iron will, took to him immediately.
Like, the moment she laid eyes on him. She spoils him just as much, if not more, than you. Now he, too, gets extra servings of her signature dish, gets his ass handed to him when he's not taking care of himself properly, and an embarrassing nickname to boot.
...It's Chrissy.
And yes, she's the only person who can get away with calling him that.
Chris, big, tough, brooding, Chris. Chris, who's stared freakin' monsters and death in the eyes and lived to tell the tale. Chris, who's seen and dealt with so much shit that his ass wants to chew tobacco, stands down and gets all soft with the sweet old lady with peppermint in her purse and the most devastating side-eye when crossed.
All she has to say is, "Chrissy..." in that soft, motherly tone, and he's a goner.
HA!
Until she gets on you for being a shit stirrer, and now it's Chris's turn to hear your embarrassing nickname. You pointedly ignore him smirking the entire time. Asshole.
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You okay? You havenβt posted in almost two weeks now
Hey, nonnie! Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you so much for asking.
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howdy.
i am not okay actually. gnawing on the bars of my enclosure rn.
You got two sides, not an option Gotta choose right in And tonight, I decide it
You're good for switching up on him.
And it's intoxicating, addictive, like a fuckin' drug, and heβJesus Christ.
You go from looking up at him, eyes watery and pleading, legs trembling and open, pretty moans falling from pretty lips, trying not to yell the house down as he fucks you to pushing him down, mounting him, riding and milking his dick for everything it's worth, refusing to let him cum before you do, your name a prayer on his lips.Β God, you're so fuckin' beautiful.
He doesn't know how you do it, and he'd be a goddamn liar if he said you didn't have a hold on him.
You have him cornered, back against the wall, caught between that and your soft body pressed against him. You're palming his cock, making it hard, making it strain in his pants, making him bite back a moan.
Fuck.
He runs a thumb over your lower lip; it's not long before you're biting down on it lightly, eyes pleading and yearning, grasp firm and resolute.
Two sides, both stimulating, both his to ruin.
Right where you're meant to be, baby...
You got two sides, not an option Gotta choose right in And tonight, I decide it
You're good for switching up on him.
And it's intoxicating, addictive, like a fuckin' drug, and heβJesus Christ.
You go from looking up at him, eyes watery and pleading, legs trembling and open, pretty moans falling from pretty lips, trying not to yell the house down as he fucks you to pushing him down, mounting him, riding and milking his dick for everything it's worth, refusing to let him cum before you do, your name a prayer on his lips.Β God, you're so fuckin' beautiful.
He doesn't know how you do it, and he'd be a goddamn liar if he said you didn't have a hold on him.
You have him cornered, back against the wall, caught between that and your soft body pressed against him. You're palming his cock, making it hard, making it strain in his pants, making him bite back a moan.
Fuck.
He runs a thumb over your lower lip; it's not long before you're biting down on it lightly, eyes pleading and yearning, grasp firm and resolute.
Two sides, both stimulating, both his to ruin.
Right where you're meant to be, baby...
More Older!reader x Simon Riley
You thought it was just flirtation, a playful element to your and Simon's "friendship", something surface-level and innocent, because the alternative would be admitting that yes, you're deluding yourself and you two have long since crossed just being friends into something... more, yes, you can cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife, and yes, Simon is absolutely undressing you with his eyes whenever he sees you.
And what does all your delusion get you? A flurry of drunken texts courtesy of one Simon fuckin' Riley. Who'da thunk the man had it in him? But he did, and now you're aware of just how delusional you really were.
The shit he sent made your face hot. Freaky bastard started out with
i want you
To which you cheekily replied that he must be drunk (π), but all that did was open the floodgates.
piss off im drunk and i want you wanna fuck you until i cant wanna make you cum want you under me on top of me sitting on my face wanna taste you every time i lick my lips gonna mark you make you scream my name make you love me fcuk it
Ahahahahaahaohfuck.
Your cheeks are hot, there's something hotter and darker pooling in your stomach, and you're rubbing your legs together some because it's so much better than admitting you're turned on like no one's business. You don't know what prompted you to text him back (stop being delusional, luv), but you did. You told Simon to sleep on this, to really think about what he just sent you, and if you don't hear from him in a day, you two can forget this ever happened, and y'all can go back to flirting and figuratively floating on the Nile like you (and only YOU) have been doing.
Half a day hadn't even gone by before Simon was on your doorstep.
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More Older!reader x Simon Riley
You thought it was just flirtation, a playful element to your and Simon's "friendship", something surface-level and innocent, because the alternative would be admitting that yes, you're deluding yourself and you two have long since crossed just being friends into something... more, yes, you can cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife, and yes, Simon is absolutely undressing you with his eyes whenever he sees you.
And what does all your delusion get you? A flurry of drunken texts courtesy of one Simon fuckin' Riley. Who'da thunk the man had it in him? But he did, and now you're aware of just how delusional you really were.
The shit he sent made your face hot. Freaky bastard started out with
i want you
To which you cheekily replied that he must be drunk (π), but all that did was open the floodgates.
piss off im drunk and i want you wanna fuck you until i cant wanna make you cum want you under me on top of me sitting on my face wanna taste you every time i lick my lips gonna mark you make you scream my name make you love me fcuk it
Ahahahahaahaohfuck.
Your cheeks are hot, there's something hotter and darker pooling in your stomach, and you're rubbing your legs together some because it's so much better than admitting you're turned on like no one's business. You don't know what prompted you to text him back (stop being delusional, luv), but you did. You told Simon to sleep on this, to really think about what he just sent you, and if you don't hear from him in a day, you two can forget this ever happened, and y'all can go back to flirting and figuratively floating on the Nile like you (and only YOU) have been doing.
Half a day hadn't even gone by before Simon was on your doorstep.
Does the misses ever go into possessive territorial feral cat mode when out in public with Si-Bear and sees another woman eyeing him? Like she just hisses and arches her back all menacingly and sinks her claws into Si-Bearβs that screams βMine!β
The missus doesn't activate her inner gremlin much (except for that one time when Simon had a very persistent admirer). Still, she does wrap an arm around his waist possessively and/or run a hand over that juicy ass of his, might even cop a feel, too.
