Ghost Whittles. Hell Be On The Bus With His Mates Riding Back And Hes Just Whittling With His Pocket

ghost whittles. he’ll be on the bus with his mates riding back and he’s just whittling with his pocket knife

Some of my Miguel O'hara thoughts...

I'm 1000% sure, Miguel O'hara loves his women hyper feminine, petite and chubby! A woman's thick thighs and big breasts are certainly some of Miguel's favorite features, without a shadow of a doubt.

He gets off on the contrast between his muscular, big shape and his girlfriend's soft tummy, big cheeks and adorable love handles.

O'hara is the type of lover to admire his girlfriend/wife get ready for a date night with him. Putting on her outfit and doing her makeup, he can't wait to get home from the date just to rip that dress off his girlfriend's body and smudge her mascara from making his amor moan his name over and over again.

When his girlfriend shows up in some of these outfits, it makes Miguel crazy (he wants to wife her up IMMEDIATELY):

Miguel worships his girlfriend's body like a religious man worships an entity...adoring every single inch of her being and preaching words of admiration and love, "Say it with me! I'm the most beautiful woman in the world, my body is a temple, mi amor, you are breathtakingly mesmerizing"; "Say that you adore every part of your body, every inch, every curve, just like I do...I'm begging on my knees to hear your sweet voice chanting those exact words, like you mean it, cariño"...Miguel's girlfriend would bring him to his KNEES just to be able to see her beauty as much as he does.

O'hara is soft hearted but when teased by his lover, he can't control himself...desperate to leave you cock drunk and see you squirm underneath him is a sight from heaven for Miguel...he just can't help himself...

YUMMY GO FOLLW THIS PERSON NOW !!!

i love size kink and dumbification don’t even GET ME STARTED. i could write novels

simon with a lop-eared bunny!girl. long, black, fluffy ears that droop in unity with your grumpy face. you’re skittish around strangers, often chomping (harmlessly, most of the time) down on john when he reached out to lightly pet and tug on on your ears or johnny when he creeps up to take a picture of you napping and wakes you from your slumber

you much prefer dressing in darker tones to match your “aura” as kyle calls it. simon is very much on board with this, always buying you leather studded collars encrusted with bunny skulls. short pleated skirts and big thrifted hoodies with second hand doc martens to boost your height against your brute of an owner

you much prefer napping in simon’s lap during the day before burrowing under his duvet once the sun sets. your head resting on top of his thigh whilst his hand lazily rests on your ears, thumbing over the soft fur until you both fall asleep. he often finds you awake at the crack of dawn, munching down on some granola and fruit before watching the sunrise with a book in your lap

you enjoy winding up your owner, often getting a perk of energy right when he needs you to settle down. he wants to call you his good girl but if he’s being honest, you enjoy pushing his buttons more often than not. he’s not afraid to bend you over his knee and whack that sour look off your face until you’re a sulking, and sniffling mess. that’s when he cuddles you in his big bed before bundling you up with one of his hoodies, a nintendo switch and some headphones whilst he goes about his errands

please send me requests about this i’m going feral

pov: your boyfriend proposes to you in the middle of panic attack. hahahaha this happened hahahaha somebody help hahaha

POV: you (trying to) baby-trap soap.

cw: breeding, dub-con/non-con?? leg-locking, idk what else. you’ve been warned

johnny’s hands on your hips as he fucks into your slick cunt, moaning and groaning above you. fucking the living hell out of you. the squelching noises bouncing off the walls while you moan so sweetly like candy. though you did lie about being on your birth control while fucking johnny, knowing he has a breeding kink. you just want his kid so bad! so why not fuck him when your ovulating and off those pills!!

you throw your head back, your legs thrown over johnnys shoulders. you huff and moan, writhing around. the pleasure being almost unbearable at the fact he’s almost hitting your cervix. sore from the bruising of his grip on the back of your thighs and sore from the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot so well.

“fuck lassie. need’ya pussy so bad- need to breed ya’ pussy with ma’ loads.” he moans out with a whine. thrusting even harder with the pace he’s at now. you start to leg lock him, wrapping your legs around his waist and locking him in to not waste his cum. while locking him, you claw at his back. desperately trying to grip something and distract him from noticing how your leg locking him so intensely.

“lemme fill ya’ with ma’ babes lassie- please. need tae’ get ye’ barefoot and pregnan’ fer me.” he grunts out, slamming his hips against yours harshly. most likely to leave bruises in his way of fucking the living shit out of you. you nod your head at his words. “yes, yes! please get me pregnant johnny- want your babies so bad. promise you’ll give me your kids, promise me please.” you bet with the man, forcing him to make a promise with you while the pleasure starts to spike.

“i promise. i promise ya’. i’ll fill yer womb with ma’ babes, i promise you tha’. trust me, i’m dumpin’ my loads into ya’ as much as possible. forcing my loads inside your womb so you can give me some babies.” he rambles on. you moan loudly at every single word, grabbing at his shoulders and back. scratching him as you guys both get closer to the edge. a large wave pulling back and-

“fuck, give it tae’ me lassies, give me yer orgasm. c’mon, let johnny fuck his cum into ya’.” and that breaks you too pieces. legs shaking yet staying still as your leg is still locked around his waist. before he realizes he can’t pull out. “cannae’ pull out lassie- gotta-“ “no!” you say, tears rolling down your cheeks. “no, want you to come in me please. please johnny need to feel it.” you start to hump into him while he whimpers. nodding to you as you speak, beginning to thrust up into you to chase his orgasm.

the overstimulation consuming you as you go under, finally feeling the warmth of johnny’s seed inside your cunny. so you do is rest and lay numb in the bed. johnny rolls over, grabbing you and flipping you onto him. your feeling horribly tired from the rough fuck but right as you let sleep take you. you hear the words.

“i kno’ ya’ stopped taking yer birth control. don’t worry lass. i switched ‘em out for sugar pills anyways.”