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Too Sweet- Tim Bradford

Warnings: minors DNI 🔞, cussing, smut, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, begging, size difference, rough sex, bondage, eating out, and age gap. i think i got everything if not let me know. also i listened to Too Sweet by Hozier while writing this and felt like it fit what was going on perfectly so play that if you wanna experience it the same way ❤️ p.s. sorry it’s been soooo long since i’ve posted 😭 i’ve been sooooo busy with school

NSFW content underneath line. enjoy:)

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Vianne was lying on the couch watching a movie when Tim walked through the front door. He slipped off his shoes, placed his keys in the dish next to the door, and walked over to the couch where Vianne lay. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her lips and sighed in relief.

"Hi, baby," he said with a smile, his face lighting up as he looked down at her.

"Hi, love," she replied, smiling back before pulling her legs closer to make room for him. He sat down on the couch and began watching the movie with her. Vianne stretched her legs back out, resting them on his lap. Tim absentmindedly traced shapes on her leg with his fingers, his eyes still on the screen.

After some time, his hand began making its way up her leg, stopping at her thigh. Vianne shifted to lie on her back, her left arm having gone numb from lying on it for too long. Tim's hand moved past her thigh, stopping on her hips. Vianne glanced away from the movie and toward him.

Feeling her gaze, Tim turned to meet her eyes. They exchanged a look that spoke volumes, prompting Vianne to sit up and place a hand on the back of his neck. Tim looked into her eyes, then his gaze dropped to her lips. With his hand still resting on her hip, he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her deeply.

Vianne moaned softly when he bit her bottom lip, and Tim placed his other hand on her hip. Their kiss quickly turned into a heated make-out session as Vianne began grinding her hips against him.

Both of them moaned at the sensation, and Tim's grip on her hips tightened as he guided her movements. He trailed his lips down her jaw, leaving a trail of kisses before reaching her neck, where he kissed, sucked, and licked.

Vianne's moans grew more frequent as Tim worked his way down to her chest. He pulled away briefly to look up at her. Vianne nodded quickly, and Tim pulled the old shirt of his she was wearing over her head. He groaned softly when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra and noticed the thinness of her panties.

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to her chest, kissing and sucking everywhere he could reach. Tim moved to her left breast, pulling her nipple into his mouth and sucking. Vianne moaned louder, throwing her head back as she arched her chest closer to him.

After a while, Tim switched to her right breast, giving it equal attention. All the while, Vianne grew wetter, continuing to grind against his hardened bulge. Tim tightened his grip on her hips, pushing her down onto his covered cock.

Both of them moaned at the increased pressure as he started grinding her down harder and slower. Tim eventually pulled away to start removing his uniform, but Vianne stopped him with a hand over his.

"Can you leave it on? I've always wanted you to fuck me while you're wearing the uniform." Tim's eyes widened in surprise at her revelation. If he had known this was her fantasy, it would have happened much sooner.

He smirked, tugging her underwear off and tossing it aside before pushing her to lie back down. Tim kissed up her left leg, stopping just before her core, and repeated the process with her right leg.

He slowly kissed his way to her most sensitive spot, blowing lightly on her pussy and causing Vianne to twitch. He started licking her clit, teasing it for a few minutes before moving down to her dripping entrance, where he spent the next ten minutes devouring her like she was his last meal.

Tim slipped a finger inside her, thrusting it in and out before adding another, giving her time to adjust to the stretch. His tongue circled her clit, making Vianne thrust her hips up into him. He chuckled lowly but kept up his pace, occasionally spelling random words and shapes with his tongue.

When he finally sat up and pulled his fingers out, Vianne whined in protest. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched as Tim sucked his fingers clean, never breaking eye contact. Shivering at the sight, she was quickly flipped over, positioned with her face down and ass up.

Tim swiped his hand through her folds, collecting her wetness, and used it to slick his cock as he jerked himself off. With his left hand on her hip and his right still stroking himself, Tim pulled her closer, aligning his cock with her entrance.

Vianne lay with her face pressed to the couch, her ass in the air. Tim slowly pushed his throbbing cock into her dripping pussy. Once fully inside, he groaned as her walls fluttered around him. He pulled out slowly, leaving just the tip inside before slamming his hips against hers, causing her body to jolt forward.

Tim exhaled, reveling in how she felt around him, and tightened his grip on her hips before pounding into her from behind. A gasp of shock left Vianne's lips, quickly turning into moans that echoed through the living room. She tried holding herself up, but her arms gave out under the intensity of Tim's thrusts.

Tim wrapped his right arm around her waist, pulling her body upright as he continued pounding into her, hitting a new angle that made her cry out. "Fu-fuck," Vianne tried to speak, but her words were broken by moans as he repeatedly hit her g-spot.

Lowering her upper body back to the couch, Tim reached down to undo his belt. He tied it tightly around her wrists, ensuring it was secure but not too tight to cut off circulation. With one hand gripping the belt, he continued thrusting into her, eliciting more moans.

Tim smirked, pulling on the belt to drag her body back toward him, making her squeal in surprise before it was replaced with a moan when his cock hit her g-spot. Letting go of the belt, he grabbed her hips tightly, one hand snaking up her body to rest on her neck. He gave a light squeeze, tightening his grip when Vianne moaned in response.

Tim loosened his grip occasionally to let her take in air before tightening it again.

With his hand still on her neck, he pushed her back down and wrapped her hair in his other hand, tugging it roughly as he pounded into her. Vianne's mouth hung open, constant moans slipping out as he tightened his hold on her hair and pulled it back again.

Tim pulled her upright, then sat back on the couch, adjusting himself and spreading his legs. He tapped her thigh, signaling for her to move. Vianne planted her feet on the ground, placing her hands on his thighs for balance.

She lifted herself off his cock until only the tip remained inside before sliding back down, inch by inch. She threw her head back, moaning loudly. Tim groaned, tightening his grip on her hips as she rode him.

Each time Vianne lowered herself back down, she could feel every vein of his cock rubbing against her g-spot and brushing her cervix. When Tim grew tired of the slow pace, he stood up, pushing her against the nearest wall.

He slid one hand up to her hair, wrapping it in his fist while the other stayed on her hip. Tim backed away from the wall, bringing Vianne with him.

His hand moved to her lower back, pressing her upper body against the wall while his cock continued thrusting into her. Vianne moaned loudly at the new angle as Tim sped up, tightening his grip on her hips and occasionally tugging on her hair.

They continued for quite some time, both panting from the multiple times they had come.

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Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children

Y’ALL HAVE TIME TO REBLOG THIS. IT TAKES LESS THAN FIVE SECONDS.

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The Last Goodbye- Mr. Holden

Authors note: i don’t think theo james has played a teacher role sooo ‘Mr. Holden’ is a made up character. also the age gap between the characters is completely legal as Gianna is 19 years old and Mr. Holden is 40 but please remember that this is only a story and not real life. (btw this was originally posted with mark rafflo but i felt like it didn’t really match so i changed it)

Pairing: Mr. Holden x Gianna (OC)

Warnings: minors DNI 🔞, cussing, smut, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, begging, size difference, overstimulation, age gap, degrading, name calling, public sex, exhibitionism and teacher x student. i think i got everything if not let me know. also i listened to Teacher’s Pet by Melanie Martinez while writing this and felt like it fit what was going on perfectly so play that if you wanna experience it the same way ❤️

NSFW content underneath line. enjoy:)

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Today was the last day of school for all seniors, which also meant it was Gianna's last day on the cheer team. All the other girls had already left when Gianna finally walked out of the locker room, having changed out of her uniform and into her regular clothes. She started making her way to one of her teacher's classrooms, knowing they were still there.

Before Gianna reached the classroom, she noticed the teacher walking by, likely heading back to their room. "Mr. Holden!" she called out, walking quickly to catch up to him. "Gianna? What are you still doing here?" Mr. Holden asked, looking down at her since he was taller. "I just said goodbye to the girls on the cheer team, but before I left, I wanted to come say goodbye to you."

Mr. Holden pulled her into a hug, rubbing his hand up and down her back in a comforting manner. When they pulled away, she stared up at him, reaching up and pulling him down by the tie he was wearing. Gianna smashed their lips together in a heated kiss. Mr. Holden lifted Gianna, wrapping her legs around his waist before taking a few steps forward, causing her back to hit the brick wall behind them.

Gianna started grinding her hips against his, causing him to moan into the kiss. Mr. Holden pulled away, kissing down her jaw, neck, and any skin not covered by her shirt. Gianna ground her covered core against him, moaning as his jeans provided much-needed friction. Mr. Holden tightened his hands on her hips as he slowly dragged her up and down over his growing bulge. Mr. Holden kissed his way back to her mouth, pressing them into another heated kiss.

He moved her underwear to the side and pushed a finger into her drenched hole, causing Gianna to bite her bottom lip as they both watched her cunt take Mr. Holden's finger. When he tried sliding in a second finger, he met resistance. Mr. Holden's fingers were large and easy enough to fill her, but he wondered how he would fit his cock. Mr. Holden imagined how nice and warm Gianna's cunt would feel wrapped around him.

Gianna's mouth hung open as moan after moan fell from her lips. Mr. Holden kissed all over her neck and chest, leaving marks wherever he could. Gianna clenched around his fingers three times. "What's wrong, baby? Use your words, you dirty slut," Mr. Holden mocked, continuing to push his fingers deeper into her. Gianna opened her mouth multiple times to answer, but only moans came out. Before she could warn him that she was about to cum, her mind went blank and her vision went white as her body shook from the orgasm.

He moaned at the taste, maintaining eye contact as he licked his fingers clean, noticing the blush appearing on her face, which made him smirk slightly. One of Mr. Holden's hands left Gianna to unbuckle his pants, sliding them down just enough for his cock to spring out. Gianna licked her lips, watching as it hit his stomach. She had always suspected he was big, and she was right. Gianna wanted him so badly it was becoming pathetic.

Her hands held onto his shoulders as he shoved her skirt up, then grabbed his cock with one hand while shifting her panties to the side with his other. Mr. Holden lined himself up with her entrance. She was dripping with wetness, eagerly waiting. He looked up at Gianna, his eyes hungry with lust, his intense expression sending shivers up her spine. Mr. Holden slowly pushed his way into her, stopping so that only his tip was in.

Gianna squeaked, already feeling like he wouldn't fit. Mr. Holden shut his eyes, preventing himself from grabbing her hips and forcing her down to take him all at once. He slowly pushed further into her until he bottomed out, both of them breathing heavily. "Fuck," he cursed. Gianna's eyes rolled into the back of her head as he throbbed inside her, pressing against her cervix. Her skirt was hiked up above her belly button, and his hands crawled up to her exposed waist.

Mr. Holden lifted her off him with ease, wanting to feel her take him in again. With a loud moan from both of them, he guided her back down, small shocks of pain radiating through her at the quickness of his actions. Mr. Holden repeated that action a few more times, then started to thrust up into her, over and over. The pain of him stretching her out soon subsided, replaced with pangs of pleasure.

Mr. Holden picked up speed, their bodies sloppily colliding. "Jesus," he growled. "You're so-fucking-tight," he managed to get out between grunts. Mr. Holden gripped her ass, pulling Gianna towards him, squeezing her cheeks between his fingers, shifting the angle so his cock hit her g-spot each time he filled her up.

Gianna began to let out soft whimpers, Mr. Holden's guttural growls masking her sounds. She leaned forward, clinging to him, her face buried in his neck and shirt as he continued to thrust into her. Gianna's soft cries filled Mr. Holden's ear, making him twitch inside her. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close. Gianna's legs started to shake, coming closer to her release. Mr. Holden noticed she was growing closer.

Tightening his grip on her ass, he lifted her up until only his tip was inside before slamming her down onto his hard, throbbing cock. Gianna squealed as he pounded into her with such force. After hitting the right spot, she came, her head falling back against the wall, her mouth opening in a silent moan. Soon after, Mr. Holden came as well.

When they caught their breath, Mr. Holden pulled out of her, causing her to whine, then set her down on the ground. They fixed their clothes and walked to his office, where they went another round. Then they moved to the teacher's lounge for another round, and finally to the principal's office for one last round.

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An Affair- Antoine Lambert

Show: Emily in Paris

Pairing: Antoine Lambert x OC

Warnings: minors DNI 🔞. cussing, smut, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, begging, overstimulation, cheating, affair, and age gap. i think i got everything if not please let me know so it can be added. this is my very first written post on here so please be nice but critiques are always appreciated :)

NSFW content underneath line. enjoy:)

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Anastasia Kingston had always dreamed of moving to Paris. The allure of the City of Love or The City of Lights, with its charming cafés, beautiful architecture, and rich history, had captivated her since she was a child. So, when she received a job offer from Savoir, a prestigious marketing firm in Paris, she jumped at the opportunity. It was a chance to leave her small town in England behind and start anew in one of the most romantic cities in the world.

With a mixture of excitement and nerves, Anastasia arrived in Paris on a crisp autumn morning. The air was filled with the scent of freshly baked bread and the distant hum of city life. Her new apartment, a quaint studio in the Marais district, was everything she had hoped for-cozy, stylish, and quintessentially Parisian.

On her second week at Savoir, Anastasia was introduced to some of the clients they had been working with. Among them was Antoine Lambert, a charismatic and strikingly handsome man with an easy smile and an air of confidence. Antoine was the owner of Maison Lavaux, a perfume company renowned for its luxurious scents. Known for his charm and persuasive skills, he quickly caught Anastasia's attention.

One afternoon, Anastasia, Antoine, Sylvie, Luc, Julian, and Emily gathered in the Savoir conference room to discuss new scents for Maison Lavaux. The meeting was intense, filled with debates and discussions. Finally, it was Anastasia who convinced Antoine on the new perfume scent. Impressed and relieved, Antoine decided to celebrate. "How about dinner to celebrate your brilliant idea?"

Antoine asked Anastasia with a twinkle in his eye after the meeting had concluded. Anastasia hesitated but then agreed, feeling a flutter of excitement. They found themselves at a chic bistro, sharing a bottle of Bordeaux and talking long into the night. As they sipped their wine and exchanged lingering glances, the tension between them reached its peak.

Unable to resist any longer, they found themselves entwined in a passionate embrace, kissing as if the world around them had ceased to exist. Their affair began that night when Anastasia invited him back to her apartment. As they entered her cozy studio, Antoine pulled her into a passionate kiss, which quickly turned into a heated make-out session. His hands roamed her body, while hers wrapped around his neck.

He placed his hands on her hips, moving them against his growing bulge, causing her to break the kiss and moan. "You have no idea how long l've been waiting for this," he whispered, still moving her hips against him. He pulled her shirt over her head, kissing down her chest as Anastasia's moans grew more frequent and her movements more frantic. He paused to unbutton his shirt, tossing it aside, and Anastasia did the same with her bra.

He took her nipple into his mouth, alternating between her breasts, eliciting more moans from her. "Fuck, Antoine," Anastasia moaned, grinding her pant-covered core against him. Antoine pulled away from her chest to pull down his pants, and she followed suit, both discarding their bottoms, leaving only their underwear.

Antoine lowered Anastasia onto his covered erection, grinding her against him. Anastasia moved faster, pressing down harder as she felt her release approaching. One of her hands tangled in his hair, pulling at it and eliciting a low moan from him. He curled his finger upward, slowly thrusting it in and out. "I think you can handle another one," he murmured. Anastasia nodded quickly, desperate for more. He added a second finger, curling both upward before thrusting them deeper.

"What's wrong? Do you have to come?" he teased. "Y-yes, please let me come," Anastasia begged, and Antoine shook his head with a smirk. He added another finger, thrusting faster, her legs starting to spasm again. She finally released all over his fingers, which he slowly withdrew, bringing them to his mouth. "You made quite the mess," Antoine remarked, sucking her juices from his fingers while maintaining eye contact. He pulled her into a kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

He then removed her panties and his boxers, tossing them aside. Antoine ran his tip through her folds, lubing himself up before pulling Anastasia closer by her hips. He lifted her and slowly lowered her onto his cock, ensuring she felt every inch and vein. Once fully inside, he let go of her hips, allowing her to adjust to his size. "Show me how good you can ride my cock, sweet girl," Antoine urged, leaning his head back with a smirk.

She lifted herself almost to the tip before lowering herself back down, riding him harder and faster. When Anastasia started growing tired, Antoine wrapped his hands onto her hips, planted his feet onto the floor, and started roughly pounding up into her. Anastasia moaned out in shock but when she leaned her upper body back, they both moaned out as his cock hit even deeper than before.

By the time they were done, they had gone multiple rounds, tried multiple positions, and had multiple orgasms. Their encounters were filled with a mix of exhilaration and guilt. Anastasia knew Antoine was married, but she couldn't deny the magnetic pull she felt towards him. Antoine, for his part, was equally captivated by Anastasia, finding in her a sense of excitement and freshness that had been missing in his life. Months passed, and their clandestine relationship grew more intense.

They would steal moments together whenever they could, always careful to keep their affair hidden from their colleagues and, most importantly, Antoine's wife, Catherine. One afternoon, as Anastasia and Antoine lay tangled in each other's arms in her apartment, Antoine's phone buzzed with a message. He glanced at it and froze, his face draining of color. "It's Catherine," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"She knows." Panic surged through Anastasia. "What are we going to do?" she asked, her mind racing with the possible consequences. "We need to talk to her," Antoine replied, his tone resolute but calm. "I'll handle it." Later that evening, Antoine returned home to find Catherine waiting for him. Her expression was composed, almost serene. "Antoine," she began, "I know about you and Anastasia."

Antoine braced himself for an onslaught of anger and accusations, but to his surprise, Catherine remained calm. "I've known for a while," she continued. "And I've had time to think about it. I'm not angry, Antoine. In fact, I'm relieved." Relieved? Antoine couldn't believe his ears. "What do you mean?" he asked, bewildered. Catherine took a deep breath. "Our marriage has been more of a partnership than a romance for some time now. I've come to realize that I want more from life, and so do you. If Anastasia makes you happy, then I won't stand in the way. I approve."

Antoine was stunned. He had never expected this reaction. Catherine's understanding and acceptance felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders. He nodded, gratitude and relief flooding through him. The next day, Antoine shared Catherine's response with Anastasia. She was equally shocked but felt a sense of relief and hope for the future. Their relationship, once shrouded in secrecy and guilt, now had a chance to flourish openly.

With Catherine's blessing, Anastasia and Antoine continued their romance, their bond growing stronger each day. Anastasia's life in Paris had taken an unexpected turn, but she embraced it with open arms, knowing that sometimes, the most unexpected paths lead to the most beautiful destinations.

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i just wanted to say thank you to every fanfic writer out there.

thank you for writing what others haven't, what others can't, what others won't.

thank you for writing what can be judged and hated, but writing it all the same.

thank you for indulging in something that you love and allowing the rest of us to love it with you.

if you have one kudos or one thousand, one comment or one hundred, one bookmark or fifty, i love each and every one of you for writing them.

thank you.

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tw: rape/sa

iof soldiers held women in the vicinity of al shifa hospital and they raped them and forced their husbands/families to watch. and anyone who closed their eyes got threatened that they'd be shot. they raped a pregnant woman in front of her husband and child. the word monsters doesn't even come CLOSE to describing these lowlife animals. this is pure sexual sadism. AND THE WORLD IS STAYING SILENT. wanna know why? because palestinians are not white. the world would be up in flames. hell, the media was OUTRAGED at the alleged news of "40 beheaded babies" when there was literally no evidence of it (there is still none, mind you). there are hundreds of thousands of videos and photos from palestinian journalists that are posted everyday documenting the war crimes committed against them. and yet apparently it's all fake. hypocrisy at its best.

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The more I’m hearing about the situation in Gaza, the more disgusted and disturbed I am by the sheer, shameless inhumanity Israel displays daily.

Some few out of many, many, many, many exemples of what Israel did so far:

Dumped gallons of salt over water supplies so Palestinian people cannot safely drink from it

Israeli soldiers filmed themselves torturing a disabled man, stealing belongings of deceased and captive Palestinians, mocking and sexually assaulting Palestinian women, and many more

Bombed an entire hospital full of babies. Babies.

Murdered Hadiya Nassar, a Palestinian woman older than their joke of a state, by sniping her off a roof, simply because she stated a fact.

Threw a woman off a 5 story building just because

Kept the dead bodies of Palestinian prisoners on ice so they could serve their full sentences. Even AFTER they died. Some remains kept for up to 40 years. So they wouldn’t return these people to their families

Produced “Dead Palestinian Baby” dolls as a children’s toy. The toy comes with small bags for “limbs”

We must keep in mind that while genocide is entirely a product of politics, and a form of systematic oppression, we are truly witnesses to hatred. THIS is what hatred is, and this is what it does. When someone asks you how hatred looks like, tell them it looks like Israel.

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Just to be abundantly clear,

This Account Stands With Palestine.

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