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hi, hello! this blog is still on a writing hiatus, so I am now a self-shipping blog, simblr, and online diary posting about my daily life! this blog contains a mix of anime and call of duty posts as well.
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Anonymous asked:
Oooh may I ask for a John and Wife!Reader roleplay?? I feel like it's something he would try out to spice up their sex life with the Missus! Like he'd be kind of reluctant about it until he sees how into it Reader is heheh 👀
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smut mdni | explicit smut | alcohol but no one is drunk or even tipsy | roleplay
yes, yes, yes you may! I kinda went off on this with 2.5k wc eta I kinda went off script, was typing and blacked out to this lmaooo
"We went to a hotel and pretended not to know each other. It was a lot of fun." The actress on the flickering screen in front of John spoke as she ran her manicured fingers through her husband's hair.
John huffed slightly, the cigar being squished between his fingers as he listened to the rest of the interview of a few dark romance authors you read from.
They were doing Q&A's for their fans, and this one was all about roleplay, something new for you both to try out. Lately, it's been nothing but missionary, and the sex has gone stale as much as he hated to admit it, his job and duties kept him exhausted.
It wasn't something John was proud to admit, knowing you weren't happy; it left a bitter taste in his throat as he clicked through a few more videos, gathering ideas to help the flickering dying flame.
Most of your orgasms were self-given at this point, late at night when John was gone during a mission, which seems to be happening more and more, leaving you alone to take care of the house and yourself.
A few days later, with his plan set in stone, the dinner table had been set with candles and takeout from your favorite place because the burnt food was now outside in the garbage with a single rose surrounded by rose petals in the middle. He wondered if this was too much, trying too hard, but he wanted you to feel loved.
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ugh thinking about you sitting between his spread legs with yours thrown over his, pussy on display as he plays with you snjsjs
stroking his fingers up and down, gathering the slick while he kisses your neck and his other hand pinches your nipples!!!!! him teasing you about being so fucking wet.
his teeth barely sinking in your shoulder while his thumb circles your clit
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john price who knows your pregnant before you when he's groped your breasts and the last few times you've whined they were sensitive while slapping his hand away when he reaches for your nipple.
you also started asking, no scratch that. you've been begging your husband for odd snack combinations at three in the morning.
this is a man who has faced death more times than he could count, but john has never quite feared for his life when he told you the store was out of your favorite flavor of cake.
he's never seen you so riled up over something so trivial like this and judging from the unopened box of menstrual products you didn't get your cycle so that meant one thing. you're pregnant.
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old man! john letting you ride him and all he can do is hold your hips for dear life and let you drain the poor man of everything he has.
you're so soft and supple compared to his scarred and calloused hands, like silk against sandpaper but you never minded the roughness of john, it made him, him.
but your cunt is so wet and warm he can barely take it, and then his eyes drift down to where you and he are connected, a white frothy ring forming around the base of his cock that was growing sensitive.
his fingers pinch at your nipples which inadvertently makes you tighten up, milking him as you chant his name like a prayer, the couch is creaking from the fast rhythm you had going.
then before john could control it, he was coming much earlier than neither of you expected, his grunts were deep in his throat as he tugged you forward wrapping his arms around you trying to still you.
you grew a smirk and rolled your hips humping him essentially as his fingers dug into the fat of your hips growling 😊
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telling john you don't date men with kids for a reason.
the men you have been with who had them always seemed to have gone back to the mother of their children, and you weren't sure being a step-mom was something you wanted even though you loved kids.
plus growing attached only for them to leave puts a sour taste in your mouth for single fathers.
you felt like you were stepping on toes and you didn't want to deal with the extra baggage that came with it all.
but john didn't care.
his kids fell head over heels for you the first time they met you in the middle of summer when his oldest kid, his one and only son, helped bring in the boxes with his little sister.
she looked to be about four when you met her only to be told "i'm four and a half!" making you laugh which caused her to giggle.
which was a rare appearance since her mother left the picture a year ago, leaving john a single dad with two kids to raise on his own.
you ended up helping move them in next door, john sharing his bedroom wall with yours meaning you heard him late at night grunting as he got ready for bed the sounds were natural but why did you feel yourself growing warm?
mia was the princess having both her father and brother wrapped around her finger and when she learned that you were going to cooking classes a few times a week she pushed her dad to go.
"daddy needs lessons too!" she exclaimed with doe eyes and a small pout as john tried to unlock the front door with grocery bags in his hands, his daughter's comment made him chuckle and roll his eyes.
that's how you ended up on weekly dates with john, side by side in the mock kitchen learning new recipes and feeding each other with shared laughter and good company you felt yourself falling fast.
once the classes were over you limited yourself to when you saw john, still smiling and waving at them when you saw him and the kids.
they still came over and asked if you would come for dinner and a few times you would, then just like you knew it would happen, his ex-wife came back into the picture and you had front-row seats to it.
you could hear them late at night, talking and laughing too and when the kids were gone you could hear the thump of his headboard.
he had tried to explain it but you didn't give him the chance, the pain festered deep in your chest even though you tried to douse the hurt in whatever you could, john was never even yours, to begin with.
whenever you two came in contact you avoided his gaze, especially when you could hear their arguments through the thin walls, sometimes it was over the smallest things or his hours at work.
still, you avoided john for the most part but being sure to stay nice to his kids, they still loved you and missed you coming over. one night the argument had gotten so bad she left slamming the door on her way out rattling the walls in her trail.
after that her presence was scarce, sometimes she'd pick the kids up for a few days and then bring them home and it went like that for a few weeks until john showed up at your doorstep.
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the moment you and john walked into the party, heads turned, tonight you and he matched with deep red attire and gold accents that caught everyone's attention.
everyone, especially the women around the office, was curious about your husband. you always gushed about him, proud and prideful of the man you married. john always treated you with great respect and love.
he turned your life upside down the first date.
"i feel like a show pony." john murmured in your ear as you introduced people to him, his beard tickled the shell making you giggle softly.
john always had the habit of bringing a smile to your face and he enjoyed hearing you giggle while pushing him away loving how he only grabbed your waist to pull you closer. "you're my arm candy."
your husband smiled when you whispered in his ear and patted his chest while eyeing him as you sipped on your champagne. "so this is the man you are always talking about?" a woman asked with a smile.
it was someone who wasn't even in your department so it was clear that your talk about your man was circulating around and they had to come and see for themselves. "yes it is, this is my husband, john."
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Anonymous asked:
hello! i would like to ask for prompt #10 with gaz please if you're still open for requests🤲🏽
smut mdni | explicit smut | food play
hello, and yes! Kyle is so pretty, I want him so bad also this ended abruptly I am so sorry but I enjoyed writing it ksjfnbe prompts
Armed with the plastic boxes in your hand that you yanked from the package, you scurried down the hallway to your shared bedroom with your husband, Kyle, who stepped from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, tucked and secured, and dripping wet.
For a moment, you forgot about the edge of the box digging into your arm as you took a moment to appreciate your husband, the lush hair trailing down and disappearing under the blue towel. "Baby?"
His voice pulled you from your thoughts as you ripped your gaze away from him. "You're distracting like that, put some clothes on."
Kyle chuckled and smirked knowingly as he stepped behind you, his bulging arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his wet, bare skin, still warm from the shower. "And if I don't?"
"I'll elbow you." You teased, dumping the new toys you two had ordered during a drunken date night at home, a sex swing, all types of lubes, toys, and lingerie. Kyle hummed, resting his chin on your shoulder as he glanced at the boxes on the bed. You grabbed the anal plug, a small one, cute with a dazzling jewel on the end. "This is what we'll use before we move up to the next size, I can't wait to try it out. Put it in?" You hummed, looking back at him.
Before he could say anything, there was a knock on the door, breaking the growing tension in the room surrounding you both. "I'll be right back. Get dressed. I can't think when you look like that." You giggled and pulled away from him, leaving Kyle alone in the room.
Passing by the kitchen, you looked at the fridge, an idea forming. The toys were hot and fun and just replacements, but the idea of Kyle's cock covered in whipped cream or chocolate sauce made you ache.
You checked the peephole, seeing no one, making you frown and sigh before turning away to step into the kitchen, grabbing the can of cream before joining Kyle, who sat on the edge of the bed naked.
He leaned back on his hands, his thick thighs man spread and his dick on full display, long and thick nestled with curly hair at the base; his eyes shifted from your slack jaw to the whipped cream. "What's that for, sweetheart? Do you plan on making me dirty after my shower?"
"We can take another one after. I had an idea when I passed the kitchen and remembered that I bought this," You shook the can in your hand and moved closer to him, sinking down on the plush carpet. Kyle watched with a sly smile, nodding, his eyes trained intently on you, grunting when you sprayed cream on his tip. The sensation was cool, but you were hungry and wrapped your lips around him, swirling your tongue around his head, lapping up the whipped cream, moaning.
You bobbed your head up and down, letting the sweetness and taste of Kyle explode on your taste buds. It was new and exciting, spurring you to take him deeper and hear him grunt your name sweetly.
It was a mess of spit tinged with the cream dripping down his hair, making it milky. "Looks like when you cum on my cock, eh love?" He groaned when you pulled away to spray more whipped cream eagerly.
"Oh, you like that?" Kyle's voice was tinged with pleasure, deep and guttural,l as you slobbered on his pretty cock like it was your personal mission to suck him dry, and really it was; he sounded so sinful moaning your name when you licked a stripe down to his sack.
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selfship drabble | mentions of periods and all that
John knew something was wrong the moment he stepped through the front door, the house was quiet and dim, void of your presence.
He took his boots off and placed them by the front door, calling out your name only to be greeted by silence then he saw the calender.
A hot pink circle that marked your upcoming period, which told John that you were in bed, covered up hiding away from the world.
Before going to you, knowing you wanted to be alone, John went to the kitchen with quiet steps, gathering all your favorite things along with your blanket hanging over the couch.
"Darlin'." His smooth voice was muffled from the blankets wrapped around your head, just your face poked out from the sea of covers.
Your eyes were hidden, only giving John a glimpse at your mouth drawn into a line. "I'm in the pit of despair."
That's how you explained it these growing wave of feelings from your impending period.
John sank on the edge of the bed, placing the water bottle down along with your favorite snacks. "I know, doll. Let's get you in the bath."
This is why you married John.
He knew what to do when you didn't.
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Anonymous asked:
begging for mean simon !!! pls pls pls
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Your eyes watered, and your gaze was blurry as you pawed at Simon's belt, trying to keep your sniffles quiet while you kneeled in front of him, leaning in to kiss the heavy outline in his jeans, whining.
Simon watched, towering above you with an unreadable expression, his lips twitched when your fingers unzipped his pants, freeing his heavy cock, his scent wafting around you like a soft caress.
It was after dinner and an argument where you falsely accused Simon of checking out the waitress at the restaurant, and now here you were, streaky makeup and wet cheeks from sobbing in the bathroom.
He was ignoring your soft pleas, the apology dripping from your tongue as you wrapped your fingers around the fat shaft of his cock, your glossy lips parting with a string of spit when he tapped your hand. "Oh, no, luv, bad girls don't get what they want." He hummed.
You whined again softly and shifted, letting your hand drop down to your side as your husband jerked himself off in front of you, his sack slapping against his thick and meaty thigh covered in a thick mess of hair, filling the room with soft plap plaps and his low grunts.
It was hard to look away or focus on anything as Simon leaned against the wall, resting his heavy, full sack on your face like it was a stool for him to rest them on. "What was that you said earlier?" He asked, his voice rough like sandpaper as you pulled back.
"If you want to keep looking, then take a picture." You had spit when you thought he was staring at her, your words coming back ten-fold as Simon drug the length of his cock across your face knowing how bad your oral fixation was kicking up, feeling him so close.
Simon slid his free hand into his pocket to retrieve his phone and take a picture of you with a knowing grin. "Got my picture, luv."
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Anonymous asked:
hello friend!! if you’re still taking requests, could i ask for prompt #3 with price 👀👀
smut mdni | explicit smut | dick sucking
hello, my dear friend! I am taking requests as of today still, and yes you may! this is almost 1k mcnjmdrty - prompts
This was wrong, so fucking wrong.
Pleasure built up like a tidal wave, crashing over you, pulling you in the depths of that tingly feeling from feeling your cunt grow a second heartbeat. John Price is someone you shouldn't have feelings for.
But that's how life goes, isn't it?
You want something so bad you can taste it and will claw your way to get it, and that's what you did, but with subtle movements like a game.
It started off with making sure you wore the shorts that your ass ate whenever you bent over, the tight fabric outlining the lips of your slick pussy straining against it when you watered your plants on the balcony at the same time John was out on his with a cigar.
"Morning, handsome." You'd tell him with a shy smile, a wave of your fingers, seeing the way his eyes narrowed at the choice of your outfit.
He knew you were younger than him and so fucking needy. Through the thin walls of the flat, he could hear you masturbating, humping a pillow with pitiful whines trying to orgasm, but it never worked out.
It was frustrating to him as much as it was to you.
Then, you grew bolder. Only wearing a bra and those short shorts, your flesh bare and teasing, he could almost feel the softness under his rough touch, groping and squeezing, making his cock ache.
Of course, he had to move in right next door to you and fuck if you aren't so sweet, offering to help him bring in bags when you notice his knee hurting. "Don't have to do that, darlin'." He'd tell you.
You and John volleyed back and forth, light teasing touches whenever you dropped off a baked good, your fingers brushing against his, feeling electricity zip down your spine and pool in your lower belly like a warm honey, filling you with thoughts of John.
He was handsome, that couldn't be denied, tall, dark, and mysterious, but you knew he was military from the conversations he had with the three of his friends he had over a few times a month.
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"I cheated on you."
As soon as the words left John's mouth, you paused what you were doing and glanced at him with a frown. He dumped that on you while cooking dinner, and it irritated you to no end, both his confession and the timing of it all. "I'm not surprised." You replied snipply.
John shifted across from the counter, his face sullen and full of regret, but he had to face what he did to you and himself.
Out of the times he's had his life on the line, this is the scariest one of them all. It was obvious you were upset but couldn't say anything.
"Show me." You hummed, looking at him as you resumed stirring the stew. the hot knife coming from your glare, easily slicing through him.
Your husband stiffened. You wanted to see?
Before he had a chance to make sure it was what you wanted, your gaze narrowed, and you nodded your head.
John turned from you and opened the pantry filled with dry goods, then you heard it. It was the plastic box with his favorite cake from the bakery, half-eaten and hidden away in shame.
Sweet and very chocolatey, making your mouth water with delight. It felt like it's been a year since you've had a sweet, but in truth, it's only been two weeks.
"You're cheating on me with a cake...give me a bite, now." You hummed and walked over to him with a pout, watching as he forked a bite, holding it out to you, the richness exploding in your mouth.
John watched as you groaned and looked at him, ready to say something, but he was already leaning in to kiss the frosting off your lips before finishing the cake with you.
Your diet idea won't be happening again
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cheating | fat! babysitter! fem reader | angst | there will be a part three
sun rays beat down on you as you chased john's children in the backyard feeling his sticky gaze from the window in the kitchen, he was watching you, longing and upset with your departure.
the four of them were able to wrangle you into a game of tag, two sets of twins born back to back, one set of girls and one set of boys, they were young, six and seven but smart and attentive.
you helped them get ready for bed alongside john ignoring his gaze.
you dreaded the first moment you two were alone in the kitchen cleaning up dinner which you had no idea why you were even doing so. "find another job?" john asked pulling your attention away.
your lips curled a bit as you nodded. "yes, the strip club downtown is the need of a few girls and they make good money." you replied.
the dish in his hand groaned under the pressure of john's grip. "taking off your clothes for money isn't how to get my attention, sweetheart."
"fuck you. i don't want your attention mr. price, what i want is for you to pay me so i can leave."
john pinned you to the counter with his stare as he slowly made his way over to you. "our kids? you know you're more of a mother to them than to the woman who birthed them." he murdered.
he didn't press against you or anything, but him standing close enough made you flustered as you rolled your eyes. "i am not their mother!"
"i could make you into one."
"mhm, i could make more money pregnant, but i am not interested in married men anymore."
john chuckled like you told him a joke as he held his hand up to slip his ring off, placing it on the counter. "i can make you my wife by next week."
you stared at him, feeling tears sting your eyes as nausea twisted your belly. "how can you jump into another marriage so fast like that? what if you fall in love with our nanny?" you asked bewildered.
he stepped forward and took your hands into his but you pushed him back shaking your head and backing up into the counter, the cool marble a balm against your heated skin as you averted your gaze.
"oh lov', you're mistaken if i want someone else. you take good care of me, you love me and my kids." he murmured, his tone low and warm knowing the kind of effect it had on you making him grin.
there was a physical ache deep in your chest, one that couldn't be mistaken for anything but hurt that stemmed from the pain, and as much as you wanted to blame him, you needed to take some of it.
you did sleep with a married man, happy marriage or not.
"did you call those families and tell them about us?" you asked sniffling as tears streamed down your face, the ones you tried to keep from falling but it was impossible, not when you had john so close.
he cocked his head and stepped forward grasping your hands in a gentle hold, his warmth seeping into you, taking hold like a root in the soft dirt. "i didn't call anyone sweetheart, my wife must've."
you searched his eyes unsure if you believed him or not, while john hadn't lied to you straight out you knew he couldn't be trusted.
"she knew about us and you didn't tell me? what the fuck johnathan!? how long have you known about this?" your voice grew, angry and raw, you had no idea she knew about it or that john told her.
john placed his finger on your lips shushing you gently as he pulled you into his chest, your refuge is what you had told him one night as you two curled up under the blanket clinging to each other.
lovers lost in the afterglow of sex, his fingers tracing patterns on your back while he made you laugh and snuggle closer to him, john held you close to him, kissing your head and rubbing you down after.
now it was just you and him in the mess that was created, the dust wasn't going to settle anytime soon. you clung to him, burying your face in his chest for a moment holding onto the moment longer.
finally, you took a step back to create a physical and emotional distance while you moved away from the counter toward the threshold of the kitchen, inching closer to the front door.
'i won't let you go so easily lov.'" john called after as you gathered your shoes and keys trying not to focus on the way your heart shuddered when he said that.
for the anon who asked about part three i had to come back and read the second one lmao