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✨Heaven✨

this but with simon. y’all know i love this video

“bet i can make this pretty pussy squirt huh?” simon looked down at you with malevolent eyes. you’re breathing hard and heavy as you strain your neck to look past your chubby tum and watch simon’s assault on your puffy clit.

“nghh!” you’re crying out as his movements against your cunt continues its speed. you began to feel this odd pressure bubble up in your lower region. “s-si—si, si—i have to-i have to pee!” your voice hurries in a high tone as simon stares down between your legs with dark concentrated eyes.

your man chuckles and ignores your cries with the most malevolent grin. unsurprisingly, he knew you weren’t gonna cum normally like you did. no, with the way your pretty cunt was fluttering around his thick fingers more than usual and how your spongy walls gripped his digits like a vice; simon knew exactly what was on the way. “no you dont, sweetheart. ‘s somethin’ else. let it out for daddy, yeah?”

you shake your head urgently, almost feeling as if this was torture, knowing you secretly loved behind held down by your man like this. but you couldn’t hold that burning feeling in your pussy anymore; you had to let go.

“please please, i’m gonna piss myse—“ your mouth falls open as little spurts of clear liquid erupt from your cunt, simon grinning and fastening his assault on your poor clit when the intensity of your orgasmic waterfall increases. you feel tears fall down your heated cheeks as simon’s practically knuckles deep between your legs, still earning that orgasm from you. “oh my g—fuckkk!”

“daddy got you,” he cooed, continuing to rub at your fat nub while you squirted all over him. “daddy got you, lovie. let it all out princess.”

“nghh daddyyy!” you cried out, feeling your breath taken away from you as you couldn’t stop squirting for the next thirty seconds. you don’t know how you had this much built up in you; but the longer simon’s thick digits were inserted into your pussy, the harder you came around him.

when he finally sensed you’d had enough for the night, simon removes his fingers from inside you, eliciting a heavy exhale from you. with a loving kiss to your clit, all puffy from overstimulation, simon places a final kiss on the inside of your thigh with a silent you did good baby in his gesture.

“such a pretty mess you made, mama.”

٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- She can be topless and I can be bottomless ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

vi totally walks around the house shirtless, only wearing a pair of boxers that hang long on her hips. it's immensely distracting, especially when you're trying to concentrate on something. your eyes are always darting to her breasts, eyeing the piercings on her nipples and the trail of hair that disappears past the waistband of her boxers.

usually, this ends with you getting too frustrated to concentrate so you leave whatever it is you're doing to slam her down onto the couch, kissing that infuriating smirk off her face.

wanna bounce on ellie’s strap and be her little bunny!! :((((🐇🐇

you were on your back, legs spread as your man devoured you. the length of time you were like this was long forgotten as you felt your orgasm nearing for the fourth time tonight. “i c-can’t baby i n-need a breakkk.” your legs were tired and shaking, but you knew better than to disobey your boyfriend. even if it meant you being here all night. “ion care hold ‘em up or ima add another hour.”

an hour? this man has snatched three, almost four, orgasms out of you in an hour? you felt like you’ve been here forever. his long tongue knocked you out of your thoughts. moving up and down your pussy, licking and slurping up your juices as he brought you to ecstasy. once you felt two of his long, slender fingers start working themselves into your walls you screamed. the noise ripped out of your lungs as he quickly dug into you, mouth steadily wrapped around your clit as your body shook. “o-oooo g-godddd.”

was all that was said before your juices rushed out of you, soaking the bed and the bottom of your man’s face. you watched him stand up. tall, toned figure looming over yours as he rid himself of his boxers. his dick slapped against his stomach, tip almost touching his bellybutton as precum ran down the sides.“s’not god mama..it’s jus me. now stay just like that so i can take care of you aight?”

connie, onyankopon, aran, tanaka

inspired by @c0lt4five

When I say I like men- feral men. Men that whisper "fuck" everytime they see a picture of you. How they make it known you are theirs and how the scent of you causes their dicks to stand straight up. How everytime they look at you, you know they are going to pin you down and take your holes till you're sore. Where not a inch of you is without bites. Without bruises. Without a mark that you are completely off limits.

mdni

“you gonna be my good girl?” abby whispers, her words raspy and low, her fingertips gently brushing down your sides before she grips at your hips and slowly sinks you down onto her strap.

you nod, wrapping your arms around her neck, your lips seeking out hers in a hungry kiss which leaves you moaning into her mouth as she finally bottoms out, all 7 inches of her cock buried deep within your needy cunt.

she pulls away from the kiss with a smug smile, trailing wet kisses and gentle bites along your jaw while she keeps you grounded with her rough hands still clinging to your hips which keep you from bouncing or grinding into her. “nuh uh. not yet, bunny.”

you whine impatiently, grabbing at her muscly forearms for her to loosen her grip a little and she reluctantly caves in a couple seconds later, instead using her hands to guide you as you start to bounce, strap hitting deeper each time she pulls you up and slams you back down, little gasps and whines of her name leaving your lips.

“there you go.” she mutters, moving her thumb to slowly rub at your clit as you start to bounce without any help from abby. the cocky grin on her face never leaving as she leans back against the pillows, her free arm moving to rest behind her head while her thumb circles your swollen clit. “mhm just like that…always my good girl.”

love imagining simon thinkin its his abs that got u swoonin over him but no its his tummy!!

thinkin about how he pretends not to notice the way your eyes rove over his pudge, watching the happy trail trickle from his jutted belly before disappearing underneath his low-hanging grey sweats. or the way when he wears a shirt, you can see the way the muscles round when it drags to his tummy, his hard lines softening to his curves.

thinkin about simon getting confused about your extra enthusiasm when he fucks you in doggy. but how could you even begin to explain the way when he fucks you, you feel his belly pressing onto your back and it drives you fucking crazy because you feel the soft ripples of fat mingling with the robust tensing of muscles, both working together to flatten you on the bed so he can pump his thick cock deeply-

and of course simon isnt one to notice your attention only to dismiss and ignore it so he begins buying shirts that are just a size smaller so he can watch the way your eyes gloss over, your lips parting for a quiet gasp whenever you see him strut in the room.

you get so horny and needy so fast that all simon’s got to do is fall onto the couch, spread his legs a bit, and then you’re clamouring to get between them, your head pressed on the inside of his thigh, looking up at him with wide eyes. simon cups your cheek, this thumb swiping over your lips, and coos when you begin sucking his finger even without being told to.

just!! im droolin over the prospect of a retired simon whose bulk isnt about his muscles anymore but his pudge rahhghh i need him sooo bad

Feels nice to be chubby today (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

(you and john price, your bear of a man, spend a winter day together. Chubby!reader)

The snow piled high against the cabin windows, muting the world outside into soft, endless white. It was the kind of winter storm that promised days of quiet seclusion- a chance to disappear from the world and pretend it was just the two of you.

Wrapped in a thick quilt, you lay curled against John’s furry chest, your body pressed so close to his that you could feel the slow, steady rise and fall of his breathing. He was impossibly warm, his body heat wrapping around you like a living furnace, and his scent- smoke, pine, and something uniquely him- made you feel so safe and content.

His large hand rested on your hip, fingers splayed wide as if to remind himself of just how much of you there was to hold. He traced idle circles through the soft fabric of your sleepwear, but the barrier did little to dull the sensation of his rough fingertips against you.

“You’re so soft.” He murmured, voice low and honeyed with sleep. He shifted slightly, pressing his nose into your hair to breathe you in. His beard scraped lightly against your skin, and you shivered despite the warmth.

“Too soft, some would say.” You mumbled, though your voice was half-hearted.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes catching the firelight as they roamed over your features- lazy and reverent, like he had all the time in the world to admire you, admire every inch of soft, supple flesh.

“There’s no such thing,” he said firmly, his voice like gravel but softened by the affection in his tone. “Not for me.”

His hand moved again, trailing from your hip to your waist, then higher, brushing over the curve of your belly. He lingered there, his palm flattening against the plushness as his thumb stroked gently.

“Love this,” he murmured, grumbling, almost to himself. “Every inch of you- soft, warm. Like you were made just for me.”

Your breath caught, and you squirmed slightly under his touch, but his grip tightened- not enough to hold you still, just enough to let you know he wasn’t letting go.

“John-”

“Let me look at you,” he interrupted gently, pulling back more so he could take you in. The blanket shifted as he guided you onto your back, his body following so that he loomed over you, one arm propping himself up while the other continued its slow exploration of your curves.

His gaze dragged over you, lingering at the soft swell of your stomach and the plushness of your thighs. He made no attempt to hide his admiration- his eyes darkened, his lips parting slightly like he couldn’t quite find the words to describe how much he loved what he saw.

“You’re perfect,” he said finally, thick with conviction. He leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the curve of your collarbone before nuzzling into your neck, the soft skin of your chin. “So damn perfect, love.”

Your heart fluttered, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from him. It wasn’t just lust in his eyes- though there was plenty of that, too. It was adoration, raw and unfiltered, as if he couldn’t believe you were real and with him.

He trailed kisses down your shoulder, his beard scratching lightly against your skin, but his hand never stopped moving- palming your waist, gripping your hip, sliding down to cup the curve of your thigh. Every touch felt reverent, like he was memorizing you all over again.

“Always thought I’d end up alone,” he murmured, his voice low and rough as his lips brushed your ear. “Never thought I’d be this lucky, having such a sweet, soft lady waiting for me at home.”

“John-”

“Shh,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over your lips to quiet you. “Let me show you.”

And he did. He pressed gentle kisses to your cheeks, your chin, your jaw. He worshiped you with his hands, tracing every soft curve and plush line like he was afraid you might slip away if he stopped.

Eventually, he settled back against the pillows, pulling you with him so you could curl into his side once more. He tucked you close, burying his face in your hair, and the rumble in his chest was unmistakable this time- a low, contented sound that almost made you laugh.

“I knew it,” you teased, your voice muffled against his chest. “You can purr.”

His chest vibrated again, but this time with laughter. “Only for you.” He admitted, tightening his arms around you.

Outside, the snow continued to fall, but inside, the world was warm and quiet. Wrapped in John’s arms, with his steady heartbeat in your ear and his hands never straying far from your soft, warm body, you couldn’t imagine anywhere else you’d rather be.

ೃ⁀➷ spoil you, plug!eren

eren hated when you spent your own money, but you don’t listen.

thinking about the way plug!eren would take you on his drops with him. you were so quiet and in your own world, he never minded the fact that you had your freshly white painted toes resting against the dash of his mercedes AMG coupe. the entire car was blacked out with expensive ceramic tints, protecting you both from your usual…late night activities.

your glasses rested on the cute bridge of your nose as your left leg was sat in eren’s lap while your right rested against the dashboard. eren was lucky that he fucked with most of his customers heavy…you two had been waiting for the dude to meet y’all for nearly thirty minutes now, and had it been someone else, eren would have sped away long time ago.

eren comfortingly rubbed your baby soft feet in the grasp of his tattooed hand, one with beautiful realism art of your own eye. with a turn of his head, he could see you practically nose deep in the bright screen of your phone illuminating through the car. “you growing bored mama?” his voice is concerned. “ian think we was gonna be waiting this long on dude…my bad baby.”

you hadn’t said much since you’d gotten in the car, just wanting to hurry and add all of your things to your shopping cart on the skims website. “nah, ‘m just…trying…to do somethin’ real quick,” you bite your lip as you tap away on your phone. you were trying to add as many things to your cart before it was gone. “before this shit sell out.”

eren being the nosy boy he is leans against your shoulder to see what you were doing. but the moment he’d seen you type in numbers that belonged to what he knew as your own debit card, he kissed his teeth in annoyance. “man how many times i gotta tell you to stop using your card to go shopping bae?” you roll your eyes at his words. “i’m serious, you got all three of my cards on ya phone for a reason. fuck is you typing in your info for?”

don’t get him wrong, eren loved the fact that you were independent and knew how to handle money almost perfectly now that you were in your twenties. but being together with you for so long, he continued to step up with his provider capabilities by always taking care of you. whether it was paying your bills, rent—everything in between.

but of course it was a struggle when ms. i can do it all by myself meets mr. i know you can but let me do it for you

“because i’m spending like 600 dollars,” you point out to his previous question with an obvious scoff. “i’m not asking you for that.” eren mirrors your actions and rolls his eyes again.

eren looks at you as if you’re insane and suffered memory loss for the past four years you’ve been together. “babe…i make that shit in one night. actually—fuck a night—i make that shit in two hours!”

it wasn’t like he was lying either, with the way that eren was one of the only trusted plugs in town, it was very easy that he’d bring at least a band a night on a consistent basis. selling for almost six years was finally paying off.

you two hardly ever fought, but if you did, it was always about money. eren knew how long you’ve had to do things on your own physically and financially. you couldn’t go to your mom for help, you didn’t have a dad to beg, so it was all on you since you’d been 16. but now that he had eren, he’d just wish you’d let him take the burden of money of your shoulders and take care of you the way you take care of him.

after a few minutes, your boyfriend holds his hand out. you give him crazy eyes, but eventually follow orders by putting your phone in his hand. “don’t know how many times i gotta tell yo stubborn ass, forreal,” he grunted. “‘s never a problem spoiling my baby. you don’t ever ask me for nothing. let me feel useful and get you stuff, mama.”

with a sigh, you nod your head, like you always did. there was no way eren was gonna take no for an answer when it came to spoiling his wife.

in response, eren uses his free hand to delete your information and instead place the correct numbers—the information to his amex black card. all the money he has, he sits and does nothing with it, so why not buy you all the things you’ve never had before?

when you hear the chime of your phone confirming your order, eren hands you the phone back and goes to look out his dark window.

with your acrylics, you grab eren by the neck and slowly turn him back to face you. “thanks papa,” you gave him genuine eyes.

eren leans forward and pecks your lips. with a serious face, he pecks you one more time before wrapping his tatted fingers around your neck erotically. with a look in your eyes he tells you, “always tell me what you want, no matter how much, mama. you know daddy gonna get that shit for you one way or another, regardless.”