Been Keeping Tabs On Your Blog For A While (in A Non-creepy Way, I Promise), And I've Always Assumed

141 men + König would absolutely die watching their big girl have to jump while putting on their jeans/pants. They love their big girl.

Simon 'Ghost Riley would break a table trying to play Level Devil.

I binged the first two episodes

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

WOOHOOOOOOOOO

Can you write a fiction where Jimin is a stalker and make it a bit dub-con smut?

hey, I should’ve specified this earlier, but I will not write non-con/dub-con or anything incest related. I’d be glad to write something else if you’d like, but those are just some boundaries for my blog :)

I’m loving your story Tattooed heart ❤️

Oh thank you so much! I went out on a limb here, so I’m glad you’re liking it❤️

I’m kinda imagining Ghost gets you some kinky collar to wear, saying “Slut” or something and he puts it on you, gets a matching leash and all that great stuff

but one day, he’s woken up from a nap by you sitting on his lap and he only has on boxer briefs (since pants are to uncomfortable) and you’re sitting there, rubbing his cock through the briefs. He never likes not having power and you knew that, so you handcuffed his wrists to the bed frame.

seeing the black leash come down from his neck, the fact you were rubbing him so nicely through his boxers, he knew what you were doing.

he ended up tied up beneath you as you bounced on his cock, holding the leash tightly so you could pull him up to kiss you. You edged him for a while, getting off of him, licking his tip and spreading the cum heading at the top. But once you heard his pleas and whining, he finally got to cum. And as he came, he ended up moaning…but instead of your name, he moaned “mommy” and god, a round two was in order.

can i be added to the taglists of tattoed hearts?

100% yes.

anybody else have that one person who they wish gets everything they've ever wanted and finds someone who will make them the happiest ever but gets upset because you realize it won't be you?

no…? Just me? …okay

@gifsbysimplysonia 🫶🫶

it is proven that majority of women can’t orgasm from intercourse alone. So imagine reader who can’t make herself cum, no matter how she touches her swollen little bud.

it’s becoming more annoying as you keep trying, different speeds, pressures, and angles, but nothing seems to work for you! It’s gotten to the point where you’ve quite frankly given up on even touching yourself. You’ve tried for so long, yet always get nothing.

so imagine telling Simon when he asks you, oh so kindly when on deployment, to touch yourself with him to make you both feel good. The silence over the phone when you say you can’t.

“What?”

“I just can’t. I’ve tried, but it just doesn’t work for me.”

“‘Ave ya-?”

“I’ve done everything, Simon! I can’t, okay?”

it was clear that this was something that you weren’t comfortable with talking about. It made you upset that you didn’t “function correctly” like other women. So the night Simon came home, he greeted you with a soft kiss. There wasn’t any harsh underlying emotion, just soft and sweet love. His large and calloused hands would cup your cheeks and look at your eyes, watching the slight confusion slip into your gaze.

now laying against his sturdier chest, looking at yourself in the mirror with him behind you, you knew what was happening. He gently pulled down your sleeping pants, taking his time to let his fingertips brush against every inch of your thighs, all the way down to your ankles. And soon enough, off came your panties too. He started by admiring the slight glistening of your slick right by your entrance, using his fingers to gently dip into the fluid that he loved. Dragging his fingers upwards, he brought his fingertips to the side of your clit, letting your slick be the lube for his fingers.

Simon looked at you through the mirror, keeping eye contact as his fingers pressed onto your clit. The gasp that left your lips was sudden, almost reaching down to grab his wrist, but stopping when he gave you a stern warning look. Everything felt different - his touch felt electrifying, while yours felt like watching paint dry. Why was it so different? Your eyes fluttered shut, head resting on his shoulder when he started speeding up his small circular motion. Your thighs spread a little more, shuddering when you felt a build up in your lower tummy. That burn you never felt unless you used a toy, the burn you got before you were clouded with euphoria; it was coming. You let out small squeaks and whimpers as your hips lifted and you came undone. Usually that’s when you’d stop, let your body just relax, but Simon kept a firm hand across your torso, using his leg to keep yours pinned down so he could still rub you till complete satisfaction.

once his movements slowed and he was panting along with you slightly, he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, looking at your eyes through the mirror again.

“I don’t care what time of day it is, if ye need t’cum, y’tell me and I’ll help, love. Alrigh’?”

you mustered a small nod, droopy eyes falling to the wet and sticky mess between your thighs, and the lovely hands that helped you along the way.