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for mental health reasons, i’ve decided to switch blogs so i’ll be reach out to my writing partners to share the new url. i’ll be keeping my current threads so i’ll simply either reply to recent starters right away from the new blog or tag you to continue more established threads.

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for mental health reasons, i’ve decided to switch blogs so i’ll be reach out to my writing partners to share the new url. i’ll be keeping my current threads so i’ll simply either reply to recent starters right away from the new blog or tag you to continue more established threads.

[deviilstouch]

for mental health reasons, i’ve decided to switch blogs so i’ll be reach out to my writing partners to share the new url. i’ll be keeping my current threads so i’ll simply either reply to recent starters right away from the new blog or tag you to continue more established threads.

[deviilstouch]

for mental health reasons, i’ve decided to switch blogs so i’ll be reach out to my writing partners to share the new url. i’ll be keeping my current threads so i’ll simply either reply to recent starters right away from the new blog or tag you to continue more established threads.

[deviilstouch]

for mental health reasons, i’ve decided to switch blogs so i’ll be reach out to my writing partners to share the new url. i’ll be keeping my current threads so i’ll simply either reply to recent starters right away from the new blog or tag you to continue more established threads.

[deviilstouch]

for mental health reasons, i’ve decided to switch blogs so i’ll be reach out to my writing partners to share the new url. i’ll be keeping my current threads so i’ll simply either reply to recent starters right away from the new blog or tag you to continue more established threads.

[deviilstouch]

for mental health reasons, i’ve decided to switch blogs so i’ll be reach out to my writing partners to share the new url. i’ll be keeping my current threads so i’ll simply either reply to recent starters right away from the new blog or tag you to continue more established threads.

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Ana de Armas in Deep Water | 2022

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dirtybliss​:

‘i’m afraid it doesn’t work that way.  a deal is the deal.’   fenrir did not owe her the explanation or the understanding,  but he couldn’t deny he was entertained by her demanding and resisting questions.  he carried the girl easily through the forest,  his protective hand grabbing the back of her thighs.  ‘what does it matter to me,  cattle or woman?  i am your chosen god.  perhaps i will have to train that mouth of yours to speak with more respect.’   he laughed as he said it,  apparently clear that unlike the aesir he took great amusement from it.   ‘plump as your rear.’   a hand reached up and smacked her behind,  groping the pleasant roundness of it,  feeling the heat her body sent down his own.   ‘you can hate it all you want,  but you are mine now.’  the rest of the trip was simple.  fenrir returned to his dwelling,  a lone den that resembled a viking’s.  his worshippers and attendants saw his chosen bride,  how he carried her into his hut,  where he threw her down over his bed made of fox fur.  grinning brightly,  laughing,  he drew off his shirt,  revealing his broad form.   ‘come here,  kitten.  open your legs now.’

a part of her wanted to argue that this deal was made without her knowledge nor her consent, but she already got the feeling that it wouldn’t change a thing. and so it’d just be a complete waste of energy, energy that she’d most likely need for different things. “maybe you will have to do that”, she agreed tauntingly, though she couldn’t deny that a ball of nerves started to build in her stomach at the not so casual reminder that he was indeed a god, someone she’d prayed to before and not just some man she could disrespect as easily as she wanted to. still, she’d be damned if she let her fear force her into compliance and obedience. not as long as he yet had to put his foot down and show her that defying him had any consequences. once they’d reached his hut and he’d thrown her onto his bed, she couldn’t help but sneak a peak at his revealed muscles and perfectly shaped form. because this part of him was most certainly godly. “why don’t you open them if you want it so badly?”, saoirse retorted, plump lips curled into a pout while her turquoise eyes sparkled brightly. 

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sugarsugcr​:

“wasn’t it?” she asked, still feigning innocence and shaking her head at him. “i like being accused of lying, der,” she told him, lower lip sticking out in a pout for the briefest moment before it turned into a smirk at what he said next. “you kiss your momma with that filthy mouth?” she asked with a brow raised. “i’m sure she taught you better than to speak like that to a lady,” lake continued to tease the man. “but if i am a teasing bitch, it’s only because i can’t help it,” she told him, shrugging her shoulders. “what else am i to do with all these things i can’t possibly understand happening around me,” lake sighed and brought back the pout from earlier. a chill of excitement ran through her when he promised her she wasn’t sorry yet. “that a promise?” she murmured into his scruffy jaw, continuing to kiss her away up the side of his face. she gasped when he grabbed her again suddenly, his grip on her firm as he pulled her over the bulge in his jeans. lake’s teeth sunk down into her lower lip as she felt the evidence of what she’d been doing to the man practically all night. “wanna find out?” she questioned back, raising a brow right back at him and smirking as she started to slowly rock herself down against the bulge in his jeans. she only grew all the more excited when his rough, calloused hand slid under her skirt. she loved how his hands felt against her soft skin. she couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips as he brushed her teasingly, only getting wetter for the man at his teasing. “not a chance,” she replied on a laugh, though her tone was growing breathless. 

“now, i wouldn’t ever dare do such a rude thing if you weren’t actually lying”, derek retorted, just the tiniest of smirks playing around the corners of his mouth as he raised one eyebrow. having known lake for as long as he had by now, he knew better than to take her little pout seriously. “she indeed did but being the bad boy that i am...”, he didn’t need to finish the sentence to get his message across, words accompanied by a cocky smirk. the second time she let her soft lips curl into that perfect pout, he couldn’t suppress a low chuckle, petting her cheek condescendingly. “poor doll, left alone with all those men and their difficult conversations”, he taunted, voice laced with derisive sweetness, doing is very best to provoke and challenge her further which was basically their foreplay at this point, “your life really is almost impossibly hard, hmm?” the smirk already gracing his lips only grew in intensity when her lips brushed against his face, his nod merely noticeable. “oh, it is a promise, baby, and we’re going to find out that you’re mostly bold words and not a lot to back it up.” without so much as another warning or giving her another moment to ready herself for what was about to come, he grabbed her at her hips and pulled her forward until she was bent over his lap, her skirt riding dangerously high up her thighs until the tiniest touch was enough to bare her perky ass cheeks. “now this is much better, wouldn’t you agree, baby?”, he continued to tease and taunt her, lips curled into a devilish smirk as he looked down at her. “are you sure you don’t want to beg for forgiveness before i start?”

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oferctisms​:

the silence falling over her appeared to be a good sign, one he hoped meant that she was finally grasping what her purpose was to him. sawyer had no doubts she was smart, he did like that about her. not enough to let it continue to keep him from getting off, but enough to hold his interest, and it had been too long since anyone really made him notice them. those wide eyes, the way she bit her lip and seemed to contemplate what she should do. thankfully, she chose correct. her response lingering in the air, and finally a pleased groan was slipping out as he felt the warmth of her tongue against him. “much better,” the older male was breathing out, licking his own lips and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. if it were anyone else, he might force them to pick up the pace, but now that she was complying… he was more than happy to really take in as much of her as he could. deciding to let her take charge, call it some sort of token for doing as he wanted, both hands were raising to settle at the back of his head. “i knew there was a good girl hiding somewhere in there,” sawyer was praising, a pleased smile plastered onto his lips. “don’t be afraid of it though, that feels nice but nice wont make me cum, princess,” sawyer reminded as gently as possible, eyes locked on the raven haired girl on her knees beneath him.

even though she’d never admit it out loud, zelda couldn’t help but feel a small sensation of relief when he praised her, all while looking at her as if he wanted to eat her alive. there was an intensity about him that she couldn’t quite put in words, something that made you feel drawn to him like a moth to the flame. even though she hated to admit it, even to herself, she couldn’t help but feel proud when he called her a good girl. this sort of pride was fleeting, however, as he pretty quickly encouraged her to give more, to do more. scrunching her nose slightly as she let his words sink in, she took a deep breath with her nose before letting his cock slide deeper into her mouth and then throat. dark eyes fixed on his, she sucked her cheeks in to give him the best experience possible and started to bob her head up and down his cock, running her tongue along his length. a part of her didn’t want to make him cum, but at the same time, she couldn’t deny that she was curious to see just what exactly he’d do to return the favor if she pleased him. 

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RACHEL WEISZ for Esquire UK photographed by Greg Williams

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filthysins​:

trixie groans in annoyance at saoirse’s demand to be called ‘miss’. her sister knows very well how headstrong she is, and how much having to refer to her as that is going to get to the redhead. “ugh fine.” she grumbles, dropping to her knees so she can reach up and start slowly tugging the other’s panties. the moment she has them pulled down, trixie tosses the pair of panties over her shoulders. spreading her sister’s thighs further to give herself more room to work, trixie fully intends to just go for it in hopes that saoirse will be too distracted to try and correct her sassy little response moments earlier. 

“now, that is something we can do much better, slut”, saoirse is quick to remark with a soft chiding nuance to her words even as she can’t help but smile at the perceived eagerness with which her sister rids her of her panties and spreads her thighs. her rabbit hearts beats impossibly fast in her chest, that’s how excited she is to feel the other’s lips against her most sensitive core, and yet, she’s determined to not let this sort of disrespectfulness pass unpunished. after all, it’s pretty clear that, even while she’s officially in charge for the next week, trixie won’t make anything easy for her. and so she slaps her sister’s cheek, harsh enough to sting slightly, but it’s still more playful than anything else. “the next time, i expect an ‘of course, miss’ or something among those lines, do you understand?”, she said, dainty fingers tugging on ember strands slightly, “because the next slap will be harsher.” honestly, this whole situation was so wild to her, more like a scene straight of an adult movie than real life and yet, she couldn’t find the strength in her to stop. 

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hvmiliations​:

the  way  she  looks  at  him,  all  wide - eyed  and  wounded,  causes  joseph’s  grip  on  her  waist  to  loosen.  the  mask  he’s  put  so  much  effort  into  maintaining  all  these  years  has  started  to  slip  and  at  this  point,  he  knows  he’s  skating  on  thin  ice.  the  bully  the  man  is  right  now  isn’t  an  act  but  instead  what  he’s  always  been  deep  down.  others  have  seen  that  side  to  him,  but  never  her.  never  his  harriet.  “ i’m  sorry. ”  those  words  rarely  leave  his  lips  but  is  aware  he  has  to  be  careful  not  to  scare  her  off  by  being  forceful  with  his  vile  expectations,  “  i  didn’t  mean  to  hurt  you,  baby.  ”  makes  a  point  to  visibly  soften  as  green  hues  wash  over  his  daughter,  conceding  sigh  audible  as  shrug  takes  form  on  shoulders.  “ i  don’t  know.  breakfast — dinner — it  won’t  help.  i  just … ”  gaze  purposely  trails  off,  features  thoughtful  as  he  speaks,  “ … maybe  i  just  need  to  go  out  by  myself  tonight.  maybe  meet  a  woman,  have  some  fun,  you  know?  just  not  be  a  dad  for  a  couple  hours. ”

harriet’s whole posture immediately softens when he apologizes. even though she’d never admit it out loud, she hates arguing with him - or almost doing so as in this current case. she’d much rather want the two of them to get along and be a happy family. “i know, daddy”, she says, flashing a soft smile in his direction, “it’s okay. it’s been a long day.” not that long, but she figures that if she acts all understanding, she’ll only soften him up further and that’s the ultimate goal right now, after all. but then joseph continues to talk and even though she knows it’s silly and maybe a tad fucked-up, she can’t help but be jealous at the thought of having to share him with another woman. maybe it’s wrong, but she wanted his whole attention to herself. besides, their motel room was rather small, having him have sex with someone in here would just be really weird and creepy. and, she really doesn’t want to imagine him with literally anyone. “but you can’t leave me here all alone?”, the brunette responds, doe eyes opened wide, trying to appeal to his protective side. she pauses, pearly whites buried in her plump lower lips as she ponders her options, head slightly tilted to the side. “but couldn’t you have some fun with me?”, she asks.  

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filthysins​:

markus steps closer to the nearest pew, motioning for the woman to come closer. his gaze drifts over her, appreciative of the way her clothing is clinging to her thanks to the rain. “you’re absolutely soaked, we should get you out of those clothes…” the demon’s smile doesn’t come off as entirely innocent. “i’m sure there’s something warm to slip into around here.” he adds, innuendo seeming to drip from his every word. outside thunder shakes the sky, the force of it hard enough to cause the walls of the old church to tremble. markus pays it no mind, amused by the tantrum that his adversary throws in protest to what the demon plans to do in this seemingly holy place. 

the blonde looks down her own body, blushing slightly as she realizes that he’s probably right. if she doesn’t want to get a cold, she really should get out of these soaked clothes. “you’re right”, penelope admits, a sheepish smile gracing her lips as she directs her huge blue eyes back up at him, “is there somewhere i could change? maybe it’s a little bit silly, but it feels wrong to undress in the middle of a church.” she chuckles softly, blushing harder. “not to mention, in front of a priest.” even though there seems to be something about him that rubs her the wrong way, that is a bit darker in a way she can’t quite grasp, that sends a shiver down her spine, she blames it on the overall situation. after all, it’s not every day that a raging thunderstorm makes you seek shelter in a church, completely drenched and soaked to the bone.