#⋆𐙚 {🪽}

[punkkture]

need simon to eat me out rn </3

i just know he loves it. there’s something about the way your legs twitch and shiver against his shoulders that he loves. he’s not one to look up at you though, he’s just so entranced in what he’s doing that he can’t get his eyes off your pretty pussy.

“jus’ lay back baby, it’ll only take a minute i swear . .”

simon pulls you down to the edge of the bed and hooks those fatty thighs over his muscled shoulders. gathering warm drool in his mouth as his fingers spread you open. feeling a sticky glob of his spit land right on that sensitive clit.

i know he moans into it. his plush lips wrapping around your cunt and whimpering into you. ravenous at the taste and idea of what he’s doing to his pretty girl.

he loves fucking his tongue into you. his perfect teeth grazing against your clit as his hands keep a firm grasp on the top of your thighs.

only when you’re close does he shove a couple fingers in, spitting back out all that slick he gathered up in the process. heavy fingers curling to find that velvety spot inside that just makes you lose it.

“oh look at my pretty baby, gonna cum already? yeah . . i know you are . . ‘s okay baby just let it out” he mewls while shoving dense fingers in and out of you.

[rawrrmj]

me in my room ୨୧

[the-halls-of-hatchetfield-high]

Grace, bible basher means someone who constantly reads the bible and it’s an insult fyi

*Grace huffs and crosses her arms*

Well, that's not a very polite thing to call someone.

You know, you don't really live up to your name, Angel.

[lttledoe]

be mine⠀ •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⠀ ཆི❤︎ཆྀ ⠀ •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⠀

my only, baby ̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⠀ ♱ㅤ•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⠀ ♱⠀ •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

[cupiidk1lls]

YK THE DIVORCED MATT W/A SHARED DAUGHTER BOT?

i would like, cream over a chris version yk 😜

(please i love you kami i cream for you)

sorry im late mads here u go :(

[miss-dollita]

—#𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑩𝑰𝑵𝒁𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮 𐙚˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🪽✧˚.🦢⋆

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🪽

————————————𐙚˙✧⋆ ｡————————————

— 𐙚˙ 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧. An angel, even. He's always a good person. His parents knew. His girlfriend knows, and she knew. His best friends knew. His fans know. The whole world knows. He gives out generous donations to charities, he helps out at the homeless shelter, he helps old people cross the street, he’s volunteered at other places, he’s a doctor, he spoils his girlfriend—he even actively speaks out against violence.

So you can only imagine how a fan of their idol, someone they aspire to be, felt as they were getting killed by what’s known to be an angel.

He knows he was a good person. He was told by his friends that he was a good person, so how could he not know that he was good? All his fans tell him that he is a good person, so how can he not know that he, himself, is a good person? His girlfriend knew he was a good person, so that should be enough proof there.

But sometimes, he knows he doesn’t deserve to be called a good person when he sees the look of betrayal and fear in one of his fans’ eyes, seeing them wonder why they were so foolish to believe everything they see on the internet—why they were so foolishly hellbent on thinking that he is a good person.

Even then, his friends said he was a good person. His girlfriend said he was a good person too. But he used to see the same fear, sadness, and betrayal from a girl he was once friends with from elementary to middle school. Nobody knew that he saw that in her face almost everyday until she finally couldn’t take it anymore.

He was such a monster that she couldn’t take it anymore.

His best friend looked at him the same way at the beach. His parents looked at him the same way. His girlfriend looked at him the same way. His sister looked at him the same way.

He looked at himself the same way.

And as he discards the knife, his phone rings to see his girlfriend calling him, asking himself why she cane back to him—why she stayed—why she still 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 someone she knew wasn’t a good person, why she tells other she knows he’s a good person. He answered the phone to talk to the girl that thought he changed. That knows for sure that he changed. She knew he was a good person. She knows he’s a good person.

She needs to pick one.

He said he’d be home in a bit—that he has some things to take care of, like signing his books at Barnes & Noble, something he’s known for doing frequently. But never at night.

He’s a liar. Barnes & Nobles closes early on Sundays. However, not all of them do. Maybe he really did drive 30 minutes to the one still open because he loves his fans so much. She knows he’s a good person. She knew he was a good person.

But he knew that someone else knew he wasn’t a good person. He knew that one of his friends, a friend that had seen it all, that was smart enough to know it all, knew that he isn’t a good person, nor that he never was in the first place, starting high school. He was incredibly smart. Smarter than Hanbin. He was a detective that solved all the hardest cases.

And yet, he never snitched on him. Why doesn’t he snitch on him? Why does he allow him to kill all these innocent people? Why is he perceived as innocent—the same level of innocence as his victims? He has the power to put Hanbin in jail. He has all the evidence needed that other detectives couldn’t even come close to finding. Does that make him a bad person as well? Does that make him a good person for saving him? Or is he planning something?

Maybe protecting his girlfriend from the hard truth? But that last part couldn’t be it, because he knows that she knows. She picked how she perceived him a long time ago, and still stayed.

All the other questions, however, he can’t find answers to. He finished getting rid of the body, put on his coat to hide the stains on his dress shirt, and left. It was time to move on with life and continue to play pretend with the world, taking every compliment, excitement and love he got from fans that recognized him, while his victims who once shared the same love, excitement, and compliments stay behind.

No fan is the exact same, but they do potentially share the same fate. Unless they live outside of the United Kingdom, of course. He doesn’t plan on traveling right now. He does, however, plan on having another meet and greet soon, saving someone’s life as a doctor, donating to charities, volunteering at some places, and speaking out against violence and the very serial killer that he was to let the world keep thinking that he is a good person.

Maybe he’ll buy his girlfriend a few gifts on the way home while he’s at it.

@𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬-𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚 ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა — if anyone somehow stumbles upon this, don’t steal, repost, or copy my shit 💀

[st7rnioioss]

tag navigation 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

# st7rnioioss yap ⋆𐙚₊˚ - random thoughts and yap!

# st7rnioioss reblogs ⋆𐙚₊˚

# inbox ˙ . ꒷ 🪽 - requests/inbox messages!

# 🐇་༘࿐ work - my work! fics, blurbs, drabbles, thoughts…

# milestones! - any milestone i’ve reached!

# library 𓂃˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

[freshsturns]

𐀔 welcome to my blog 𐀔

isabella. eighteen. ˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ british. brunette.

˖⋆࿐໋ matt’s number one girl. editing. naps. bows. mascara. jewellery. uggs. lip gloss. music. tiktok. girls girl. ellie williams. vanilla scents. netflix. digital cameras. all things pink. dogs. billie eilish.

i love making new friends. my inbox is always open, feel free to say or ask me anything.

my best friend @mwahsturns ᢉ𐭩

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ masterlist. rules. taglist. readlist.

RECENTLY PUBLISHED: trip to italy

requests are open ᨳଓ acc inspo @mattscoquette

© freshsturns

[cashoutalbi]

tags <3 in chronological order,

my navi

my fics

my rules

pics of my wip fics

my fic reccoms

my asks

reblogs

me yappin

[rawrrmj]

cute nail designs 4 you!! (*＞∇＜)ﾉ♡

[the-halls-of-hatchetfield-high]

Max, I’ll kick your arse man, I’ve fought boys bigger than you.

*drop kicks max cutely*

Max: *gasps, clutching his face* Ow, what the hell!

[Pete's eyes are wide, while Steph smirks, nodding in approval. Grace watches on, mouth agape]

Richie: *chokes out a laugh in utter disbelief before quickly covering his mouth to stifle it, terrified of Max's reaction*

Ruth: Yeah!

*turns to Angel*

...I think I just fell in love with you.

[luvyeni]

🪽… ( reaction ) have you ever tried this one ? ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 스트레이키즈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ straykids favorite positions to fuck you in  ヾ

boyfriend!스트레이키즈・ fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ unprotected sex, oral sex ( F ), dirty talk, nsfw links. wc ・‎ ‎1.2k ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 tried something new today and added links no i cant make longer drabbles for any of these …

﹙ 𐙚 : bangchan ﹚ .ᐟ

wants you to feel all of him; he wants to be as deep as he can possibly be, that’s why nine times out of ten chan will have you folded in a mating press, stretching you out with his big cock. “fuck!” you screamed as the man above you fucked into you , holding your legs up to your chest. “deeper please.” no matter how deep he is , you want more — you want him to breed you. “fuck baby im already in your guts, how deep do you want me.” he grunted, feeling his cock twitch inside you. “want me to breed this pretty pussy.” you scream out, answering his question. “fuck yes!” moaning out feeling your cunt tightening around him. “sh-shit , that’s what you want? for me to fill this pretty pussy?” you moaned. “fu-fuck yes chan.” you moaned out. “fuck im gonna cum.” he hissed.

“gonna cum inside this pretty pussy.”

﹙ 𐙚 : lee know ﹚ .ᐟ

we all know lee know is an ass man, he’s revealed this on numerous occasions. when he fucks you, he wants you ass up so he can watch your ass recoil against him. “that’s it.” cursing , holding your hip with one hand , rutting into you. “shit keep moving that ass.” he was hypnotized by the way your ass moved. “fuck minho!” you screamed into the pillow. “fuck don’t stop.” he didn’t either , the grip on your waist tightening as he moved his hips faster. “fuck I’m gonna cum.” he breathed out. “gonna fucking cum.” he groaned , pulled out stroking his cock. “fuck im cumming!” he howled as he came all over your ass. “shit baby.” he slapped your ass, you helped out

“god i fucking love your ass so much.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : changbin ﹚ .ᐟ

changbin loves to show off his strength; he doesn’t spend his days in the gym just for fun. showing you how manly he his, lifting you up and fucking you in the air. your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, his hand firmly grasping your ass holding you up as he pounded into you. “oh my god changbin!” your legs dangling on the side. “fuck me!” he held you up like you were nothing. “so-so strong.” he smirked. “yo-you like that?” he stuttered out, his voice deep. “shit , you like how i can lift you up and fuck you on my fat cock. nodding dumbly, babbling nonsense. “y-yes.” he cursed , bouncing you on his cock. “pl-please be careful.” you stuttered. “do-don’t worry baby im not gonna drop you.”

“gaining these muscle just so i can fuck you like this.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : hyunjin ﹚ .ᐟ

hyunjin fucking loves morning sex , rolling over on his side , spooning you pulling your clothes down, his cock hard as a rock as slid inside you, sighing in relief. “so-so warm baby.” his sexy morning voice in your ear as his hand came up u onto your boobs , feeling up your body , squeezing your boobs. “fe-feel so nice baby.” he rutted into you. “so fucking nice , i love you so much.” his hands in between your legs, rub your clit — the sun was bleeding into the room. “hy-hyune im gonna cum.” you moaned out , he opened your legs , rutting into you harder. “cum for me princess.” letting you cum, him following right after. “sh-shit baby.” he let your legs go , kissing your neck tenderly

“good morning princess , you felt so good.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : han jisung ﹚ .ᐟ

just put him in between your legs and let him do his thing, han jisung certified munch ! he doesn’t care whether he’s on top or if you’re on top. as long as he can taste your sweet cunt and feel your soft tittes in his hands , he is in heaven. “shit baby keep doing that.” you moaned, hands tangled in his hair , pushing him deeper into your mound. “fuck more.” hips moving against your will, he was that good , lapping at your cunt. “fuck im gonna cum.” he hummed as you came on his tongue, coating his tongue. “fuck you taste so good.” he pulled away. “like candy.” he bought his fingers to his mouth, bringing them back to your slit. “wanna make you cum again.” he rubbed your bud.

“wanna make a mess of you.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : felix ﹚ .ᐟ

ride him in his gaming chair and his life is yours. he loves this shit — you “ innocently “ sitting in his lap , which ends up with you both naked , his game long forgotten as you milked him for everything he had. “sh-shit.” he held your lower back letting you do what you wanted before he pulled you flush against him , pressing down on your lower stomach. “lixie.” he squeezed your boobs. “lo-love you feel so good wrapped around me.” he moaned. “so fucking warm.” he kissed your boobs , bucking his hips up. “lix I’m gonna cum.” you whined , he rubbed your clit. “cum for me.” he whispered into your ear. “cum for me like a good girl.” releasing all over him.

the game was long forgotten after that , he was ready to make you cum all over again.

﹙ 𐙚 : seungmin ﹚ .ᐟ

you’re always on top, but he’s always in charge. his legs flat against the bed fucking up into you , his hands yanking your back , making you scream. “sl-slut.” he growled. “letting me fuck you like this , you’re so nasty.” his thrust were brutal , your ass bright red from his previous slapping. “you like being fuck like a whore?” he asked , knowing you can’t ask. “whose whore are you.” he yanked your hair. “i asked you a question , whose whore are you?” you were a mess , trying to get the words out. “yours -fuck!- im your whore minnie.” you let out a pornographic moan. “fuck I’m gonna cum.” he let your cum , holing you down as he emptied his load inside of you , holding you close to whisper in your ear.

“that’s right , you’re my whore.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : jeongin ﹚ .ᐟ

your body pressed flatly against the bed, arms pinned behind your back , jeongin kissing the sweet spot on your neck as , the kisses sweet and soft — a completely different from how deep he was inside you. “i-innie.” you babbled , he let your arms go , his hand wrapping around your neck, choking you lightly. “yo-you feel that -fuck- that’s my cock deep inside your pussy.” he grunted in your ear. “so-so deep.” he kissed your cheek. “i know baby , i know.” he moaned. “going dumb on my cock aren’t you.” your eyes rolling to the back of your head, his strokes were slow but deep. “just take it , that’s all you can do.” his hand tightening around your throat. “you can’t take it.”

“take it like a good fu-fucking girl.”

©️LUVYENI

[jaylalolz]

❛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❜ p2 . . . charlie mayhew

INNOCENT!reader x PRIEST!charlie 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

PART 1

SUMMARY, after ignoring charlie for a week after the incident, he finally gets her close in the bathroom.

A/N, sorry i took way too long to make a p2. if you want a p3, leave some recommendations of what i should do for that part in my inbox bc i have no idea how to keep it going 😂 anyways, have fun reading, angels. 🪽🪽

WARNINGS, smuttyyyyy

Charlie had noticed the change immediately after their last conversation—the one where Maddy had admitted, with a tremble in her voice, that she had thought about him in ways she knew weren’t right. He had been shocked, then flattered, and finally, filled with guilt after everything. But what troubled him the most was her absence.

For a whole week, Maddy hadn’t spoken to him. She didn’t show up at mass, didn’t linger after church like she usually did. Every time he tried to reach out, she brushed him off with curt messages or avoided him entirely. She wasn’t just distant—she was actively ignoring him.

At first, Charlie tried to give her space, assuming that she needed time to process what had happened between them. But as the days passed, his concern grew. The gnawing guilt inside him—the feeling that maybe he had crossed a line, that maybe he had hurt her more than he realized—began to fester.

It wasn’t until late one evening, after most of the congregation had already left, that Charlie spotted her. Maddy, rushing down the hallway, her face flushed, disappeared into the restroom. The church was quiet, the echoes of footsteps fading, and Charlie hesitated for a moment before following her.

He knocked softly on the bathroom door. “Maddy?”

There was no response, but he heard a faint sniffle, the kind that comes after holding back tears for too long. Charlie’s heart clenched. He hesitated, not wanting to invade her space, but the sound of her pain pushed him forward.

“Maddy, please talk to me,” he said gently. “I know you’ve been avoiding me, but I can’t help you if you shut me out.”

There was a long pause, and then the door cracked open. Maddy stood there, her eyes red and puffy, but there was something hardened in her expression. She looked exhausted—not just physically, but emotionally.

“Why do you care so much, Charlie?” she asked, her voice thick with frustration and hurt. “I’m trying to keep my distance, like I’m supposed to. Isn’t that what you want?”

Charlie frowned, stepping closer. “What I want is to understand why you’ve been avoiding me. After everything we talked about, I thought we could work through this together, but you’ve been shutting me out completely.”

Maddy let out a bitter laugh, wiping at her eyes. “Work through this? Charlie, you don’t get it. I’m embarrassed. I told you something I never should have said, something unholy, we did something for which I will never be forgiven. And every time I look at you, I see the judgment in your eyes.”

Charlie’s breath caught in his throat, realizing the depth of her shame. “Maddy, no,” he said, stepping toward her, his voice softening. “There’s no judgment. I promise you that.”

“Then why does it feel like there’s a wall between us now?” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Why did it feel like I crossed a line that I can’t uncross?”

Charlie closed his eyes, fighting the turmoil in his chest. He had wrestled with his own guilt all week, and now hearing hers, it was clear they were both lost in their own pain. He opened his eyes and met hers, his gaze steady.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he said softly. “What you told me… it was honest. I do not regret what we did together, i am not ashamed of it.”

She looked at him for a long moment, her eyes searching his face for any hint of dishonesty. When she didn’t find it, she exhaled slowly, some of the tension leaving her shoulders.

“So, why does it matter so much, Charlie? Why did we both make it feel like the end of the world?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Charlie ran a hand through his hair, taking a breath. “Because it’s hard, Maddy. It’s hard to admit that something’s there, something we both feel but can’t have. It’s hard because I want to help you through this, but I also… I’m fighting the same thoughts, the same distractions.” His confession hung in the air between them, heavy and real.

Maddy’s breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly. “You mean…?”

Charlie nodded, looking down. “I’m not immune to this. But I’m trying to stay strong for both of us. And ignoring me won’t make it go away. We have to figure out how to deal with this together.”

Maddy wiped at her eyes again, this time with less urgency, as if the weight of their shared secret had lightened slightly. “I don’t know how to make it stop,” she admitted, her voice small.

“Neither do I,” Charlie said quietly. “But I can help you, Angel.”

He stepped closer to her, trapping her exit from the restroom. His fingers interlocks with her hair as he pulls a strand behind her ear and grabbed her face and pulled her closer. “Tell me you don’t regret it, please” he says eagerly as he places his forehead on hers.

“Just Let me worship you”

Her head spins from the thousands of negative possibilities but her body just wants to surrender to him.

Without kissing her, he trailed his lips up her curve and exhaled till the heat tingled sensuously across her delicate skin. She closed her eyes, sensing his hands running up her sides over her white button-up blouse. He clasped his hands over the cloth, tracing a line up her hips and down the sides of her chest before finishing at the collar of the weightless material.

He made two hard fists out of the blouse collar and tore it open causing her to gasp in shock as the shirt split open to reveal her white lacy bra.

He turned to face her and grabbed her hips once again, the moment the door was locked. Before her thoughts could register, his lips dropped hungrily to her neck and her back collided with the wall. He brushed his teeth on her flesh right away, pressing his body against her while groaning.

Her hands instinctively gripped his hips, tossing her head to one side. They kissed for a long time, his sensual lips breathing heavily into her neck in between, making her eyes drift close. He thrust forward, bringing his hips to meet hers, offering whatever kind of pleasure he could. Her hands clenched around his hips over his pants, and she let out a sigh of pleasure.His hands trailed down her nude thighs, extending to her behind to seize it above the dress. He pulls her hips against his harder.

"I can't wait to take this dress off you." He graveled.

His words cause her core to ache and she arched her back further off the wall to feel his body against her even more. He takes the motion and decides to just pick her up instead. His hand reaches behind her thighs, where he raises her and surrounds her weak legs around his hips. Her back against the wall as their hips collided, she took a deep breath at the abrupt change.Now at eye level with her, he planted a kiss on her jaw and positioned himself between her legs. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she held him in place. She felt weak as a result of his forceful hip thrust between her legs.

She dug her hands into his hair and let out a cry through a pant. When she pulled it, he gave a grunt. He clamped down harder on her neck, and in response, she let out an uncontrollable whine.

He tightly clamped his teeth into a single area, creating such strong suction that she was certain it would leave a mark. She almost lost consciousness when she separated her lips in response to her aggressive action, arching her back. Feeling him rough on the pale skin, she reflexively jerked her hand to the back of his head. She got mild pain spikes with it, but other than that, it was enjoyable.

She pulled at the roots above his neck, and he whispered into her neck. She knew immediately that he enjoyed it when she yanked his hair. His moan provided the necessary stimulation between her legs. He drags out every motion so that she begs him to keep going.

With her bra and panties on, she arched her back, feeling the tight fit of his jeans pressing on her inner part. she could feel how hard he was becoming quickly, he was absolutely bottled up in those tight jeans. Suddenly, he sets her down on her two feet and goes on his knees. He lanced down at her stomach, licking his lower lip with his tongue before lowering his head to give her abdomen a moist kiss. Her whole body trembled at the light touch.

He reached her panties and raised his head, gazing up into her eyes all the way up her body. Grabbing the edges of her lace panties, he sits up between her legs and pulls it up off her hips and down her thighs right away. She tensed slightly as he took off the final piece of material covering her body. She raised her legs into the air and he pulled the thin material away from her ankles.

He tossed the last piece of clothing to the floor, leaving her completely vulnerable. “Now, you’re gonna be a good girl and stay quiet. we don’t want anyone to hear you”

Just by feeling his tongue running up her center, her stomach lurched and her entire body flexed. He forced his mouth against her tightly and rolled his tongue straight to the cluster of nerves before she could even begin to grasp the strange sensation of his sharp tongue sliding up her slit. "Charlie-" her back curved off the wall before she could even complete her statement.

Without holding back, he went straight into her clit with a wonderful rhythmic roll of his tongue. Her eyes narrowed as she closed them.

Her hips twitched with the intensity of this wild new feeling right away. "Charlie, oh my god," she said, rolling her eyes inside her head. He maintained a death grip on her thighs, keeping them forced open to give him complete access to enjoy her in any way he pleased. She was unable to regulate her sensitivity, and it would make her body twitch.

His wet tongue rolled in the perfect place at different rhythms and at a steady pace, making her experience things She have never felt in her entire life. He just started, and she was unable to catch her breath.Her hands would be death grasping his thick hair right now if she could control them.

He placed her legs over his shoulders, reaching lower and squeezing a firm grasp around her outer thighs and hip bones. With a deep inhale through his nose, he caressed her with his tongue, sending a surge of ecstasy up her neck and into her veins. With a moan, she chokes and throws back her head, putting her legs across his long back.

She wasn't prepared for the kind of pleasure he gave her when he slid his lengthy tongue inside of her and ran it down. He was an expert at what he was doing and was doing it very well. Then the knot in her stomach turned to give her trembling thighs. Before returning to her clit, which she could now feel pulsating, he slid his tongue in and out of her a few times. The pressure burning inside of her intensified as soon as he made touch with it once more.

She flinches and draws in a short breath as he flicks the tip of his tongue up and down on the bundle of nerves. "I need it so bad.. charlie..." She could not be silent in the room; she was a mess of heavy pants. She was unable to stop herself from breathing heavily and was always accompanied by whimpers and whines that were concealed in the back of her throat.

He looks down between them, his ring and middle fingers digging deep into her. He instantly coiled and shoved them at the same moment, making her gasp. She was taken aback by the furious action. He was panting as well, so she arched her back and let out a whimper into the thick air. The two fingers he didn't have rings on, his fingers rocked into her mercilessly.

She let out a cry, tightly clenching her eyelids and contorting her hips. He coiled up and compressed his fingers, striking a sensitive area within her which she had no idea contained so many nerve endings."You're so fucking tight-" In his deep voice, he whispered.

Her legs trembled as she yelled out, “please." "Does that feel good?" He rasps into the burning air while simultaneously caressing her clit with his fingers. Shutting her eyes tightly, she gave a nod. Her stomach felt like it was about to burst; there were no words to express the feelings she was experiencing.

"Do you feel that knot in your stomach, Angel?" He whispered, reading her thoughts.

She groaned and nodded once more, her chest heaving in a need for breath. "Use your words." More forcefully, he remarks, It was so difficult to focus on anything other than the euphoric rush coursing through her blood. “Y-yes." was her stutter.

"I'm adding a third." Before striking a third finger into her, he muttered. She let out a gasp as he pushed past the line, his third finger descending in unison with the other two. She let out a cry, her back automatically arching off the wall.

"Oh my god!" The pressure between her hips immediately increased as the third finger was thrust in, causing her to cry. her body came out in another sweat, her hips suddenly having a mind of their own when they bucked.

He glanced up at her face, saw how shaken she was getting, her legs trembling with her inability to remain silent. He pulled his hand away from her clit and instead brought it up to cover her lips because she was extremely loud. When the build started to get more tense, he began to shove his three fingers deep into her.

"Everyone is right next door." He smirks.

"You can yell into my hand."

With her eyes squeezed shut, she yelled into his big palm that was placed across her mouth. Her back continued to arch off the wall as the condition grew progressively deeper. She felt as though she were on a cloud and was at a loss for words regarding what was occurring to her body.

"Cum for me baby-" He encouraged, drawing his eyes into hers. He knew she was close.

She whimpered into his fingers, her body's gears shifting like a moving train. Her thighs trembled as though she was freezing, her stomach was drawn in, and her chest pumped fiercely. She kept screaming into his palm at the crushing strain that was killing her, and his fingers kept jamming into the same area.

Her entire body was tight; she was too weak to continue in this state for very long. She let out his muffled name in a scream and then abruptly stopped moving. Everything—shaking, arching, breathing—stopped abruptly.

She undid herself on his fingers. She moans at the feeling of emptiness as he pulls away. He puts a kiss on her forehead and adds, "I knew you would be such a good girl for me." She was still trembling from what had happened, so he gently placed her clothing and underwear on her.

She slid to the floor, tears spilling down her cheeks. The shame she felt was suffocating, wrapping itself around her until she could barely breathe.

“Maddy,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

She shook her head, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand. “I’m sorry,” she choked out, her voice broken. “I’m so, so sorry. I don’t know why i’m crying”

Charlie was kneeling beside her before she could finish, his hands gentle as he reached for her. “Maddy, stop,” he murmured. “You don’t have to apologize”

She shook her head, tears still spilling down her cheeks. “It feels wrong, Charlie. All of this. I feel guilty for even wanting this.”

Charlie sighed, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face. “I know. I feel it too. But guilt isn’t going to help either of us right now. We need to be honest with ourselves about what’s happening, and we need to figure out how to move forward.”

Charlie’s thumb gently wiped away one of her tears, his touch comforting but careful.

Maddy closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, even though part of her knew they shouldn’t be this close. But in this moment, she needed the comfort, the reassurance that she wasn’t alone in this guilt. That they would find a way through it, together.

[bububalofa]

Diferenças entre Gordas e Magras que percebi trabalhando como atendente em Padaria

ꪆৎ 🦢‧₊˚♡︎ ｡🩰₊˚ ⊹🪽 ˚⋅. 🎀₊˚ ⊹ 🐇˚₊‧𐙚₊

As Gordas sempre SEMPRE querem ser atendidas primeiro mesmo que tenham chegado depois;

As magrinhas estão sempre com um sorriso no rosto e bem educadas;

As Gordonas pedem sempre o maior salgado ou lanche e pedem sempre para colocar mais recheio e acompanhado de uma coca 600ml;

As meninas fininhas pegam sempre algo menor como pão de queijo ou pão com margarina (algumas até pedem sem miolo) e um café com leite ou suco;

Algo bem estranho que as Mamutes fazem que não entendo é que não conseguem ficar paradas em pé normal, ficam trocando de pé toda hora (acho que é pra balancear o peso e não ficar tudo em um joelho só);

As meninas magrinhas sempre pegam bebida Zero ou Lowcall enquanto as Gordas pegam a normal e dizem que a coca zero é muito diferente;

As Gordas sempre estão respirando muito MUITO alto parecem sempre cansadas e oleosas;

Fininhas sempre bem arrumadas e cheirosas mesmo estando básicas;

As Grandonas nunca retiram seus pedidos no balcão se desmancham na cadeira e tenho sempre que levar até elas, as banhas sempre ficam pra fora da cadeira e as pernas abertas porque não conseguem cruzar.

Bom essas foram algumas coisas que lembrei agora, mas ainda tem um monte de diferenças que acho que vou precisar de mais uns 7 posts.

Vou sempre fazer posts assim pra motivar e poder lembrar que TODAS as pessoas vem suas gorduras e nojeiras, até mesmo os atendentes da Padarias e Mercados que você vai.

NÃO COMA. NÃO COMA.

NÃO COMA. NÃO COMA.

[pearlzier]

Jensen's eyes roll back as he feels Alex's hands gripping at his chest, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core. "Fuck yes, touch me," he moans, arching into Alex's touch.

He continues to pound into Alex, his rhythm growing erratic as he nears his peak. "Gonna fill this tight little ass with my cum," he grunts, his grip on Alex's hips tightening.

With one final, powerful thrust, Jensen buries himself deep inside Alex, his cock pulsing as he shoots his load. "Take it all," he commands, his voice raw with pleasure.

* * *

OMG?????? OMG?????? OMG?????

-🪽

HELLOOOOOOO SPICY CHAT (im. assuming....) BE HITTING DIFFERENT HELLO ????

[viviromantiq]

⊹ 𖥔 𝓢𝔂𝓶𝓫𝓸𝓵𝓼 𝓓𝓾𝓶𝓹

ਏਓㅤ ժׁ̲̲ׅ̲̲݊ꫀׁ̲̲ׅ̲ܻ̲ᥣׁ̲̲ׅ̲֪̲ꪱׁ̲̲ׅ̲𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 love ✶⃝ ⋆.˚ ⋆ 𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

❤︎ ꢯ•̫͡•ʔ 💭 ♪ ˳꣑୧ ۠ 🫙 ͟2͟ ͟O͟ ͟O͟ ͟9͟

𝐴 𝑛 𝑔 𝑒 𝑙 . ݁˖ . ݁ ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ ៹﹒˔ ก マ ಌֵ๋̥̾͒۫·̊

. 𓇼 ｡ﾟ ͡ 🪨 ✴︎🪷𓈒͏ུུ̑̑. ཉ 𖡄̽ݴ𖣂 恋人 ꖡ

ꫂㅤ۪ᰍ ⊰ㅤㅤ 花壇 𑊁 ๑ ꕀ ꒱ 𝓋ꫀׁׅܻꪱׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ ͜ ࣪ ㅤ⚹. ᨵׁׅ 🪽