There Was This Tiktok Trend Where Kids And Their Mums Would Pull A Prank On Their Dads By Telling Their

There was this tiktok trend where kids and their mums would pull a prank on their dads by telling their mums to shut up...141 with a teenage son who tries it?

Anon, I am very aware of this prank. If mom is in on it, I consider it all in good fun, but omg, these guys would be absolutely stressed if they heard their teenage son tell mom to "shut up." Heads would absolutely roll over that!

Price is certainly old enough to have a teenage son on the older side. I would even say the same for Ghost. Gaz is old enough for a younger teenage son. With Soap's age...that's stretching it. BUT SUSPEND DISBELIEF Y'ALL. I'm aging Gaz and Soap up a bit for this one.

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Presented in two double drabbles and two triple drabbles.

Task Force 141 x Female Reader (w/ children)

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, pranks, domestic, dad!141, brief suggestive themes, marriage

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“Ugh. Shut up, Mum.”

There is a brief pause between mum and when the television remote hurtles across the room. Your son doesn’t duck in time, the hard plastic hitting his shoulder before bouncing onto the kitchen island with a loud clack.

Before your son turns, Kyle’s baseball cap with the Union Jack, soars through the air like a frisbee. This one your son manages to avoid, but it’s quickly followed by a slipper. It flies past his head, and you catch it out of the air before it makes contact with the front of the microwave.

You and your eldest son turn in Kyle’s direction as he manifests in the kitchen entryway, the other slipper in hand, poised to launch it at the first sign of any movement.

“Wanna repeat yourself, mate?” Kyle appears calm and poised, but you notice the subtle tension in his jaw.

“It was a joke, Dad! Promise!”

Kyle’s arm holding the slipper starts to rise.

“Kyle,” you say. His gaze flicks to you. “Just a joke. No harm. I was in on it.”

His shoulders immediately sag. Kyle shakes his head. Rolls his eyes. Heading for the fridge, he opens it up, grabbing a can of his favorite beer.

Kyle sets the beer down on the island, pointing the slipper at you and then his son. His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. No words come out, just an exasperated huff.

Kyle snatches up the television remote and sticks it into the pocket of his grey sweatpants. Keeping hold of the shoe in one hand, and his beer in the other, he gives the two of you his back, heading into the living room.

“No one bother me until the game is over,” he says over his shoulder. “And someone bring me my bloody slipper!”

John Price

"Fucking hell, Mum. Shut it."

John is up and out of his seat so fast you hardly see him move. He strides over to his son, yanking him off the stool by the scruff of his shirt.

"John! It's a prank!" you say quickly, reaching for his arm.

The boy is dangling in the air, toes just shy of touching the ground. "A prank?" asks John skeptically.

"Mum is in on it. Promise."

John sighs heavily and slowly lowers his son to the ground. The moment his feet touch ground, he tries to step away, but John holds firm, keeping his eldest child immobile. He leans forward a bit. Lowers his voice.

"Prank or no, you never talk to your mother, your sisters, or any woman in that manner again. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy." John releases his son. "The lawn needs trimmed."

"Yes, sir."

Your son scurries away. It isn't until the door to the garage opens and shuts that John moves toward you. His arm drapes over your waist, hand landing firmly on your ass, squeezing hard.

"You're coming with me."

"To do what?"

He presses his lips to your ear. "For a different sort of punishment."

John "Soap" MacTavish

"You’re off your head, lad.”

With Johnny’s cold tone comes a tension to your son’s shoulders. He becomes rigid, sliding down into his chair like he can escape from his father by cowering underneath the table. Johnny comes around the corner, a bit of sweat on his brow. He's been building furniture all day for the nursery.

"Want to repeat that for me?" asks Johnny.

Your son’s voice cracks. "It was just a prank, Dad."

"It was what?" Johnny strides forward.

"It's a prank. I'm in on it. Promise," you say, attempting to soothe Johnny’s anger.

Johnny crosses his arms over your chest. "Is it?" He glances between the two of you and sighs, muttering, “Am pure done in.”

He disappears down the hall, returning with a stack of instructional manuals, dropping them into his son’s lap. "You're building furniture."

"But I—"

“You right scunner. C’mon.” Johnny yanks his son out of the chair, the stack of instructional manuals goes flying. Your son reaches for them all, desperately clasping them against his chest.

“Johnny," you call out, walking around the counter to intervene.

He glances over his shoulder, frown gown, sly smirk on his face. “Deal with you later."

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“Oi, Mum. Shut it.”

Your son is a wonderful actor. You’ll give him that. Even you almost believe him. Not that he would—he’d never—but his delivery reminds you of a completely pissed football fan ready to throw a punch at a member of the rival team.

He should consider theater.

Simon, your husband, is watching a rugby match in the living room. The television is on but at a low volume.

Within seconds of the words leaving your son’s mouth, Simon appears like a phantom guardian in the entryway. In one he holds the remote like a weapon. The other arm cradles his infant daughter. She looks like a small bean. Slightly curved as she snuggles closer against Simon’s chest as she sleeps.

He's not looking at you. He's staring at his son, gaze intense and full of fire.

You’ve seen that look before.

Mission abort.

"He's joking, Simon. It's just a prank,” you soothe, knowing you need to get ahead of this.

Not that Simon would hurt you or his son, but he rarely takes any shit. This prank was a gamble, and you’re completely regretting it.

"Don't mean it, Dad."

Simon just stares for a long minute. His daughter squirms and that is when he glances down, severing the connection. Observing her must change something in him, because his gaze returns to the two of you, and there is a calmness now.

Sighing heavily, Simon shakes his head, completely exasperated. The eye roll is so apparent it’s like a shout.

In the moment he was pissed—livid. But now he’s over it, more annoyed and unamused than actually mad.

Turning on his heel, daughter still cradled in one arm, Simon returns to his recliner, settling back into the soft cushions to finish watching his rugby match.

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Ellie asking you if it tastes good while you eat her out!☝🤓

Her pajama shirt is pushed up, over her tits. Your hand reaches up and gropes the cold flesh. Smiling against her clit, you look up, meeting her eyes. Look at that...Her pretty green eyes squinting and staring down at your face, her lips pouting, nose scrunched, and your mouth filled with her essence. Its dribbling down your chin with mixed in drool. "Oh fuck yeah..." She groans, grinding up into your tongue. You moan against her cunt. "Oh god" she sighs, reaching down to grab your hair and shove your face further into her pussy. "Yeah- fucking take it." She huffs, grinning down at you. "Tastes good? Ugh fuck" she moans, bucking her hips up. "Ah- I'm gonna cum" she whines, grinding against your tongue till her back arches and you feel the pearly cum drool into your mouth. You crawl back up her body, smiling so fucking prideful.

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The Sims 4 Base Game Legacy Challenge

It was suggested that I create base game substitutions for those who may not own every pack used in The Packs Based Legacy Challenge. I loved the idea so much that I created an entirely base game friendly version of the challenge. Each challenge can be completed individually or used interchangeably to create the perfect challenge that works for you.

Generation 1: Dream Home Decorator Base Game

Growing up, you never understood how others just knew what they wanted to be when they were older. How could anyone, in a world of possibilities, just know? Know enough to graduate high school, attend college, and apply for that one specific career they knew would make them happy for the rest of their lives? I mean, you certainly didn’t.

Luckily for you though, as you were debating on whether you would attend college to please your parents or take that year off to try and “find yourself” you receive notice that you inherited a house in Willow Creek by your great-great-aunt. It wasn’t long after high school graduation that you were saying goodbye to your old life and headed off to Willow Creek. Only to discover the house was in less-than-ideal conditions.           

Over the next several years, you take up freelance painting jobs as you continue to search for something to entice you. Until one day your friend suggests you become a painter professionally after noticing how you light up when discussing the freelance painting gigs you have completed. And suddenly, everything clicks.

Aspiration(s): Friend of the World – you are starting over and aspire to make many new friends Traits: Gloomy, Creative, and a trait of your choosing Goals: Create a young adult sim in CAS and move them into a fixer upper house in Willow Creek (you can build this house or download one from the gallery – use free real estate cheat to afford it, if necessary). Once your sim is moved in, cheat their household funds down to $600. You never had a job in high school because your parents wanted you to focus on your studies. And when you made the decision not to go to college, they cut you off completely leaving you with only the tiny amount of birthday cash you accumulated over your childhood. You must make friends with at least one sim from the welcome wagon as they will become the friend that suggests you go all in and join the painter career professionally in the future. Eventually fall in love and get married. Produce at least one heir.

Take as many freelance jobs as needed to fully remodel one room in your new home before joining the painter career (optional).

Complete painter career.

Cannot cheat money beside initial move in.

Must fully renovate inherited house over your sims lifetime and never move out.

Generation 2: Paranormal (with an optional add-on layer of Vampires) Base Game

You were raised by loving parents in a beautiful home. You saw how much pride your mother (or father) had for the house they turned into a home and wanted to feel that same sense of joy for your own home, so you purchase a fixer upper when you move out. You soon discover something about your house is off. As you notice you are the house on the block people tend to stray away from. You begin to imagine a million different possibilities as to why this is and dedicate your life to writing mystery novels based off your conspiracy theories.

Aspiration(s): Best Selling Author Traits: Perfectionist, Clumsy, and a trait of your choosing Goals: Must purchase a fixer upper house, preferably one that looks abandoned upon aging into young adulthood. Again, you may cheat to purchase this house (the house should be a steal as it has sat on the market for some time now) OR you can use the Simcity Loans mod and take out a loan for this house as an investment into your future (and a little extra challenge). You have always wanted to be a writer, but you never quite found the words, so you become a freelance writer allowing clients to dictate what you write. Once you have completed at least two jobs in the freelance writing career, you quit your job to become a writer full time as you finally have found your muse, your new home. Like the previous generation, you raise your child(ren) in the house you have made into a home.

Your new home must have the Private Dwelling lot trait.

Over the course of your life remodel your home and never move out, just as your parents before you.

You may not hire a maid service or repairman as no one would willingly come to your home.

Limit the number of guests you have over for the same reason.

Become a freelance writer and complete at least two jobs before switching to writer career.

Complete writer career - Author branch.

Complete Best Selling Author aspiration.

Master the writing skill.

Generation 3: Snowy Escape Base Game

Being raised in a “haunted” house (with a parent who was in debt almost their entire life – if you go down that route), was not ideal. You loved your parents, but you could not wait to get away, far, far away. You move to Oasis Springs and buy a house you can afford on your own. You take a job as an astronaut; after all, how much further away can you get than space. However, your life isn’t all work, how could it be when there is so much to explore? You take up collecting as a hobby on your time off and make it a point to go out exploring at least once a week thus leading to your discovery of an abandoned mine.

Aspiration(s): The Curator Traits: Geek, Active, and Hates Children Goals:  After growing up in a ‘haunted’ house, you longed for a sense of normalcy. You did not feel that was accomplishable living anywhere near your parents, so you moved to the desert. You never got over the resentment you had for your parents raising you in a terrifying home where you never felt safe which led to not wanting children of your own as you never wanted to be like them… unfortunately, birth control isn’t 100% accurate. You take a job as an astronaut because you cannot get any further away from your parents than space.  You spend your free time exploring the desert and working on your collections.

Complete Astronaut career – either branch.

Complete The Curator aspiration.

Complete at least 2 collections.

Master handiness and athletic skills.

After maxing your handiness skill, explore the abandoned mine in Oasis Springs, Forgotten Grotto.

Only have one child your entire life “by accident”.

Take a vacation to Willow Creek or Newcrest to collect from another world at least once, maybe even have your accidental pregnancy on vacation. Vacations are about having ‘fun’ after all.

Generation 4: Strangerville (and Nifty Knitting, if owned) Base Game

Your parent was a workaholic, and when they weren’t at the office, they were too busy off exploring (or on a sporting adventure, if you have Snowy Escape) to notice you. It wasn’t that your parent didn’t love you, they just weren’t very maternal (or paternal). This left you alone most of the time, often contemplating life itself and why you had a parent that would prefer not to be there for you the way they should have been. As a child, you become your own best friend and begin talking to yourself. And when you become a teen, you decide the only way to gain your parents attention is to cause chaos, so they have no choice but to acknowledge you.

Aspiration(s): Chief of Mischief Traits: Erratic, Loner, and Goofball Goals: During your childhood you begin to talk with yourself as a coping mechanism for your loneliness before opting for a life of mischief. You join the criminal career as a young adult because surely, your parents would notice you as a Crime Boss, everyone would notice you.

Master mischief and charisma skills. All that talking with yourself really boosted your charisma.

Complete the Chief of Mischief aspiration.

Complete Criminal career – Boss branch.

Optional: Complete the Villainous Valentine aspiration.

Over the years you’ve learned to really embrace your passion for mischief and as you never quite got over your parental issues; you take joy in wrecking marriages. Your parents really did a number on you.

Generation 5: Eco Lifestyle Base Game

Your parent was a little erratic and the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. You are just as ridiculous as the person who raised you, just in a different way. While your parent was focused on making the world a more dangerous place, you aspire to make the world a better place the best way you know how. You dedicate your life to protecting the world from criminals like your parent by becoming a secret agent. You are also big on recycling, reusing, and living off the grid. Who needs electricity anyway?

Aspiration(s): Freelance Botanist Traits: Good, Self-Assured, and Hot-Headed Goals: When you become a young adult, you move to Newcrest where you have created a 12 x 4 completely empty container home (use whatever wallpaper/flooring you have to best replicate one). Then cheat your household funds to zero (because who doesn’t love a good rags to riches?) The idea is that you were overly certain you didn’t need material positions to bring you joy so you moved out with nothing and found an abandoned shipping container you would seek shelter in. You aspire to change the world for the better.

New home must have the off-the-grid lot trait.

Complete the Secret Agent career – Diamond Agent branch.

Master logic and gardening skills.

Must have a well-maintained garden.

Complete Freelance Botanist aspiration.

Generation 6: Tiny Living and Discover University Base Game

As a child, you were not a fan of your parent’s lifestyle. And your grandparent being a famous crime boss… You just needed out. You knew at a young age the only way to accomplish this was to work hard and land a good job. As a teenager you took on a part time job to help save up for your first home, however, once you reached the top of your career, you felt like you were no longer being challenged and switched jobs.

Aspiration(s): Renaissance Sim Traits: Ambitious, Good, and Bookworm Goals: After moving out, you realize that while your parent may have been a little overboard with the whole eco living thing, they did have a point. You decide to build a micro home for yourself to help the environment in your own way; however, as time goes on and your family grows, you build on to your home.

Must reach level 3 of two part time jobs before moving out of your parent’s home.

Reach the top of the Tech Guru career – Start-up Entrepreneur branch.

Complete the Renaissance Sim aspiration.

Master charisma and programming skills.

Must live in a 32-tile home after moving out of your parent’s home. You may add on to it over your sim’s lifetime; however, it must never be more than 100 tiles big.

Generation 7: Realm of Magic and Moschino Stuff Base Game

Being raised in a tiny home really helped keep things in perspective for you. You grew up appreciating everything the world had to offer and enjoy taking photos of nature to preserve its beauty forever. You were close with your grandparent and their love of the environment really had an impact on you.

Aspiration(s): Angling Ace Traits: Ambitious, Loves the Outdoors, and a trait of your choosing Goals: You take up photography as a teenager with an interest in wildlife photos and fishing. You hear Willow Creek has the most beautiful scenery and excellent fishing spots, so you move there. While out fishing by Foundry Cove one day, you discover a mysterious tree that appears to have a portal. After much debate with yourself, you make the decision to check out this portal and discover the beautiful Sylvian Glade. You can’t help but feel that finding this portal was your destiny and visit there often.

Master photography and fishing skills.

Become a freelance digital artist.

Complete the Angling Ace aspiration.

Generation 8: Island Living and Get Together Base Game

Your parent loved nature and so did you, only, you wanted the bask in the sunlight and relax in the pool type of nature. You wanted to be surrounded by people and live life to the fullest without any real responsibilities weighing you down.

Aspiration(s): Party Animal Traits: Cheerful, Lazy, and Outgoing Goals: You only have one real goal in life, and that is to live a life of leisure. You wish for nothing more than to relax by the pool and throw the biggest parties. After all, what point is there in living a life you don’t enjoy?

Master the Style Influencer career – Trend Setter branch.

Must own a pool with a lounge float and relax in it often.

Dedicate your life to living every day to its fullest.

Complete the Party Animal aspiration.

Master charisma and mixology skills.

Fall madly in love with someone you meet at a party, get married, and have at least one child.

Generation 9: Seasons, Laundry Day, Cats & Dogs, Parenthood, My First Pet, Toddlers, Kids Room, Backyard, Movie Hangout, Cool Kitchen, Bowling, and Spooky Stuff Packs Base Game

You had a wonderful childhood. Your parents were so caring and so in love that it inspired you. For as long as you could remember, you dreamed of having the perfect wedding, to the perfect person, and raising a large happy family. You aspire to own land big enough to build a beautiful family home for your future children with plenty of outdoor space for them to play without the worries of city traffic nearby.

Aspiration(s): Soulmate, Successful Lineage, and Big Happy Family Traits: Family-Oriented, Childish, and Neat (or a trait of your choosing) Goals:

Must celebrate every major holiday (if you have seasons) and every birthday.

After your first child becomes a toddler, dedicate one night a week to family movie night (if you don’t have movie hangout stuff, just have everyone watch tv together).

Fridays are for pizza.

Complete all three aspirations, you can do it.

Must have 4 children minimum.

Have a bimonthly park day with the whole family, you really value family bonding.

Generation 10: Get Famous, Spa Day, Fitness, Vintage Glamour, Romantic Garden, Perfect Patio, and Luxury Party Base Game

Your parents loved you, that was obvious. But did they love you as an individual or as one of the herd? You had to share everything with your siblings, and watched your parents live modestly with no extra cash to treat themselves. And though, that never seemed to bother them, you could not imagine dedicating your entire life to raising a family. You wanted to be the center of attention for once, you never wanted to be forced to share anything ever again, you wanted to be famous.

Aspiration(s): Mansion Baron and Serial Romantic Traits: Snob, Jealous, and Materialistic Goals:

Complete both aspirations.

Hire a maid once you can afford it.

Reach level 10 in the Entertainment career – Musician branch.

Once you are considered a serious musician, throw the most lavish and luxurious parties.

Keep Zen by mastering the fitness skill and visit the gym regularly, after all, you deserve it.

You date around but never marry, cannot risk anyone stealing your spotlight.

Have one child with one of your many lovers (when you are ready, try for baby with at least two lovers on the same day and let the father (or mother) of your child be a surprise).

Inked- Ellie Williams

❥Pairing: Ellie Williams x AFAB!Reader

❥Summary: Ellie gets a stomach tattoo and then fucks you in a public washroom

❥CW: 18+ smut, oral sex (reader receiving), semi-public sex. 1.3k words

❥a/n: NOT PROOFREAD! I lowkey hate this and might edit later but here's the long awaited fic that I took way too long to post lol. Sorry if the formatting is weird- i'm posting from my phone. Hope u enjoy!

The tattoo parlour was a blend of buzzing needles and low conversations, the air thick with the smell of antiseptic and ink. You walked in with Ellie, walking close behind her as you looked around. You had been best friends for years, sharing countless memories and adventures, and today was about to add another chapter.

Ellie was finally getting the stomach tattoo she'd talked about for months, and you were there for moral support, as always. The artist greeted you with a nod, already prepping his station.

Ellie seemed calm, but you could sense the underlying nerves. As she lay back in the chair, your hands instinctively reached out to give her hand a squeeze.

Ellie lifted up her shirt and pulled the waistband of her jeans down slightly, exposing the canvas of her skin. Your eyes trailed over her exposed skin, lingering on the slight v-line that disappeared beneath her pants. You felt a rush of warmth to your cheeks and quickly looked away, hoping Ellie didn't notice.

The session began, the buzz of the needle filling the room. You watched as the artist skillfully worked on Ellie’s skin, the blank ink slowly forming intricate patterns. You tried to focus on the tatto, but your eyes kept drifting back to Ellie's exposed skin, the taut muscles of her abdomen, the soft curve of her hips.

Ellie winced occasionally, her grip on your hand tightening. Each time you offered a reassuring smile, but inside you were battling your own desires. The way her body reacted to the pain, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath as her teeth worried her bottom lip–it was all too much.

You found your mind wandering, imagining what it would be like to feel Ellie's hands on you, her mouth exploring your body. The thought of her pinning you down, her fingers teasingly tracing your skin, sent a shiver down your spine. Your eyes traced the V-line of her abdomen once more, and you could almost feel her pressed against you, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered your name.

Your body reacted to the fantasy, heat pooling between your legs as you shifted in your seat, trying to find some relief. You bit your lip, your eyes flicking back to Ellie's face. Her eyes were closed, her breath coming in shallow pants as the needle continued its work. You wondered if she could feel your gaze, if she could sense the effect she had on you.

The thought of Ellie's hands gripping your hips, her body pressed against yours, her mouth claiming yours in a heated kiss-it was enough to make you ache with need. You clenched your thighs together, trying to focus on anything else, but the image of Ellie fucking you, her voice husky with desire, refused to leave your mind.

Ellie attempted conversation with you, but you were too distracted, not hearing her words as your focus zeroed in on her skin. Her grip on your hand loosened, and her fingers splayed against your upper thigh, squeezing slightly to grab your attention.

Your eyes meet hers, heat flooding your face at the contact. “Are you okay?”

Shit. Did she notice you staring? “I- Yes. I'm fine,” you stuttered out, sneaking another glance at her v-line before meeting her eyes again. Something in her gaze shifted and–oh god, you had to get out of there. The way she was looking at you through her lashes had your aching cunt soaking your panties. “I have to use the washroom.”

You got up abruptly, not waiting for a reply from Ellie as you beelined to the washroom towards the back of the parlour. Once inside, you leaned against the sink, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. The mirror reflected your wide eyed, lust fueled expression, your thoughts racing with the memory of Ellie's exposed skin.

Minutes passed, and you heard a light knock on the door. “Hey, you okay in there?” Ellie's voice was soft but laced with concern.

“Yeah, just…give me a minute,” you called back, trying to steady your voice.

Ellie's hesitation was palpable, but she opened the door anyway, slipping inside and closing it behind her. Shit. You forgot to lock the door.

"I was worried about you," she said, her eyes scanning your face. "You seemed... off."

You bit your lip, avoiding her gaze. "I'm fine, really."

Ellie stepped closer, her hand gently tilting your chin up to meet her eyes. "I saw the way you were looking at me," she murmured, her voice low. "And it's okay. You don't have to hide it."

Your heart pounded in your chest as her words sank in. "Ellie, I-"

She cut you off with a kiss, her lips soft but demanding against yours. You melted into her touch, your hands gripping her shirt as you pulled her closer. The kiss deepened, years of unspoken desire finally breaking free.

Ellie's hands roamed your body, sliding under your shirt to caress your skin. Her touch was electrifying, sending shivers down your spine. She pushed you against the wall, her mouth moving to your neck, sucking and biting gently.

You moaned softly, your fingers tangling in her hair.

"Ellie," you breathed out, your voice heavy with need. She pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with desire as she looked at you.

"Do you want this?" she asked, her voice husky.

"Yes," you replied without hesitation. "I want you."

Ellie smirked, her hands moving to unbutton your jeans. She slipped her hand inside, her fingers brushing against your soaked panties. "You're so wet," she whispered, her breath hot against your ear.

You gasped as her fingers slid inside your panties, teasing your entrance.

"Ellie, please," you begged, your hips bucking against her hand.

She slid two fingers inside you, curling them to hit just the right spot. You moaned loudly, your back arching against the wall. Ellie's thumb found your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles as she fucked you with her fingers.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, the pleasure building inside you. "Ellie, I'm gonna-"

"Come for me," she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear. Her words pushed you over the edge, your body shuddering as you came around her fingers.

Ellie didn't stop, continuing to finger you through your orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure. When you finally came down, she pulled her hand away, bringing her fingers to her lips and licking them clean. "You taste so good," she said, her voice filled with desire.

Before you could respond, Ellie dropped to her knees, her hands gripping your hips as she pulled your jeans and panties down. She kissed the inside of your thighs, her tongue flicking out to tease your skin. "Ellie," you moaned, your hands gripping her hair.

She licked a long stripe up your slit, her tongue swirling around your clit. You cried out, your hips bucking against her mouth. Ellie held you firmly in place, her tongue delving into your core, tasting you. She alternated between licking and sucking, her tongue expertly working you towards another orgasm.

Your legs trembled, your breaths coming in short gasps as the pleasure built inside you once more. "Ellie, I'm gonna come again," you panted. She hummed against your clit, the vibration sending you over the edge.

You came with a loud cry, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. Ellie continued to lick you, her tongue gentle now, helping you come down from your high.

When you finally caught your breath, Ellie stood up, her lips glistening with your arousal. She kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on her tongue. "That was incredible," she whispered against your lips.

You smiled, your body still tingling with pleasure. "Yes, it was," you agreed. "But what about you?"

Ellie grinned, her hands moving to unbutton her own jeans. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet," she said, her voice filled with anticipation.

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exchanging videos w/ghost 👻 (🌽 link)

ghost knows what he wants, and if he misses your tits, he's just going to straight up ask for it. however, he was expecting a pic or two, but when he gets a video of you playing with your boobs and the beautiful sight of your inner thighs, he ain't complaining. but he's gotta pay you back, that's why he sends you a video jacking off -in an actually not so private place- and spilling pure filth out of his mouth.