#Julie Slick

[onryou-onryou]

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[theamericanpin-up]

Vaughan Bass - "Holland Doll" - July/August 1958 Slick Chicks Calendar Illustration - Louis F. Dow Calendar Co. - American Pin-up Calendar Collection

[meadow-dusk]

before International Women's Day was over I wanted to put together a little tribute to my favorite women in music. These ladies' voices have shaped my life and helped me discover the sound of my own!

Cass Elliot | Dusty Springfield | Grace Slick |Janis Joplin | Joni Mitchell | Judith Durham | Judy Collins | Julie Andrews | Karen Carpenter | Mary Hopkin | Petula Clark | Ronnie Spector

[billboard-hotties-tourney]

Julie Andrews (1935-) solo - primarily an actress Songs: "The Sound of Music," "I Could Have Danced All Night" Defeated Opponents: Elisabeth Welch, Blanche Calloway, Joan Armatrading Propaganda: "Absolute Queen! How could anyone not love her? She had an incredible vocal range during during her career and carried herself in a very inviting way. Her talent was very capable of transitioning between stage and screen. And yes, she has her own albums not connected to the musicals." "I own her Christmas album and while /that/ piece of media is very cursed, every else she sings is top-tier crisp-as-a-bell sharp-as-an-apple sweet-as-lace"

Grace Slick (1939-) Jefferson Airplane - vocals; Jefferson Starship - vocals Songs: "Somebody to Love," "White Rabbit" Defeated Opponents: Anna Mae Winburn, Carline Ray, Karen Carpenter Propaganda: see visual

Visual Propaganda for Julie Andrews:

Visual Propaganda for Grace Slick:

[vonlipvig]

thinking about jack and jerry the rubbery man kissing <3

no, not in a cutesy 'aww how sweet' way, more like a 'how the fuck does that even work' way. a 'i'm not sure this is anatomically possible' way. but love is stronger than anatomy so don't worry. though it's probably a pretty slimy affair...

[visionautiks]

art car #20

[transurgender]

Texas is simultaneously the funnest yet most frustrating character ive ever drawn my god

[konigsblog]

MDNI 18+

(expanding from this post)

giving cowboy-könig a blowjob in the front of his truck. 🧺🚜🌾

like any other man, könig enjoys a nice sloppy blowjob. his large, gloved hand rests on the back of your head, his calloused and scarred fingers nestled in your locks of hair, whilst he admires the way you bop your head greedily, sucking könig's lengthy and hard cock off ‘til it's swollen and you have drool running down your chin.

the way you flick and roll your warm tongue over his sensitive head leaves könig breathless. your techniques at getting him riled up work perfectly, feeling as you seduce him with the way your tongue rubs against his weeping tip.

when you listen to the radio, you can hear the tunes of the music playing through the speakers, with your shirt rolled up to reveal your soft breasts and your hardened nubs, body sweating due to july's bright sun. you arch your back teasingly, watching könig's eyes wander all over your body, the sight of your bare ass, your lace panties stuffed into his jean pocket, the smell of your sweet arousal and slick juices lingering on them, seeping into the fabric.

you giggle as you drag your tongue along the underside of his veiny shaft, the head of his dick weeping milky drops of his white release, infatuated with the sensation of your wet, warm tongue against his bulbous, hot cock.

könig's gazes off into the ombre of reds and oranges in the sky, his eyelids heavy with lust and exhaustion, and his slick cock sopping wet with your spit and saliva. he huffs and puffs, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, feeling his core tighten and his dick throb and pulsate, spurting thick loads of his white arousal all down your throat, whilst you wrap your fingers around his girthy base, giggling at the effect you have on him.

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[cameronsprincess]

in honor of the fourth of july, and this being in my mind, i give you boat sex with rafe during a firework show🤤🎆

CW: public sex, unprotected sex, praise, sweet!rafe.

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“please, rafe, please!”

rafe picks up the pace of his hips, his cock brutally pounding in and out of your slick cunt as the fireworks continue to light up the sky. his right hand gently caresses your cheek, thumb rubbing at it gently.

“please what, baby? tell me what you need.”

a loud boom goes off in the sky just as rafe’s swollen tip nudges your sweet spot, making you whimper and toes curl. you dig your nails into his back, intently staring at his beautiful face as the colorful fireworks light up the night sky and illuminate his features.

“need to cum, rafe! please, please let me cum!”

he dips his head down, claiming your lips with his. he kisses you softly at first before his mouth devours yours. his thrusts become sloppy, the swaying of the large boat you’re on and the feel of his cock stretching you makes you dizzy, mind fuzzy as he pushes you closer to the edge.

rafe’s thrusts grow sloppy just as you feel the tightening in your belly. his lips continue to devour you, consume you as he reaches his release. you feel his dick swell, twitching before the warmth of his cum fills you, painting your inner walls white.

“come on baby, cum for me, be a good girl and scream f’me.”

another loud boom and flash of bright colors lights up the sky just as the band snaps, your orgasm rushing through you in a wave of euphoric bliss. your entire body shakes, loud screams of rafe’s name that anyone else on the water could hear escape you as rafe fucks you through your high.

“good girl, did so good for me.” rafe praises as you come down from your high.

he slowly pulls himself from inside you, tucking himself back in his swim shorts and pulling your naked body into his arms. he softly kisses you, swiping the hair from your face as the two of you fall in a peaceful, post orgasmic silence and watch the rest of the fireworks.

this was kinda shitty imo😔 but oh well i lowkey liked it too. i wanna have boat sex with him while the fireworks are going off 🙂‍↕️🎆❤️

[thereigning-lorelai]

+ the way she actually daydreams about nick:

with a distance, as part of her bigger, triumphant "i finally have music back in my life" celebration. there’s nothing personal about this version of nick, he’s filling out the role of an extra in her daydream. it would work without him and there would be no difference to the meaning and the importance of it all.

whereas "perfect harmony" is solely for luke and julie. it's about them wholly. there’s no distance, nothing unpersonal.

luke: i bet she’s thinking about nick

meanwhile, julie:

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[buckets-and-trees]

You Should've Seen Him

Characters/Pairings: soft!dark and rough Nomad!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader Word Count: 1.2k Summary: July 4, 2017. An Independence Day spent celebrating America - or at least its disgraced Captain. You skip the traditional fireworks to make some of your own. Takes place immediately after When He First Got Me

Content/Warnings: explicit smut, oral (female receiving), vaginal fingering, kissing, vaginal intercourse, unprotected sex, overstimulation, internal ejaculation, emotional unavailability, a broken Nomad who thinks he's fine but definitely is not

Author Notes: Back to Reader's POV for the series.

The last twenty-eight hours had been unreal. 

You had certainly never had this much sex with anyone before. 

You had never spent this much undivided time with only one person before either.

Not to mention that even though the man currently camped out between your legs was Steve Rogers, Captain America, he was still a stranger. 

Or was he?

You really didn’t know. 

There had certainly been moments when it was painfully clear you were two people who stumbled into each other and tumbled into bed later that night, but then the one-night stand stayed. 

He slept in your bed. (There had been sleep some of the time, though not much.) You made breakfast together. You said you probably better shower, he said he probably should join you. The sex there had led the two of you back to your bed, there had been some morning slumbering, then a late lunch. You watched a movie. Fucked. Talked. Kissed. Talked. Sexed. Showered. Talked. Ordered dinner. Been caught up in his kisses again. Ate dinner when it arrived. He had stripped you down again. 

And the man had been an enigma through it all. Stranger. Soft. Filthy. Sometimes so intense you were sure you were going to burn up from the way he looked at you, and at other times he seemed distracted, hollow, or somewhere else altogether. 

Part of you wanted to suggest he leave, but more of you wanted to know how long this unreal situation would carry on. 

And now, flat on your back, you were so thoroughly exhausted, every muscle limp, every coherent thought gone, asking him to leave was the last thing on your mind. You wanted the orgasm he was edging you towards, and you wanted sleep. All you could do was moan and whimper under the assault of his tongue and fingers to your cunt and clit. 

Your fingers tangled in Steve's hair, tugging gently as he worked you closer to the edge. Your thighs trembled around his head, heels digging into his broad back. The coil of pleasure wound tighter and tighter in your core with each expert swipe of his tongue.

"Steve," you gasped, "I'm so close…"

He hummed against you in acknowledgment, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your overstimulated body. Two thick fingers pumped steadily in and out of your soaked entrance while his tongue flicked relentlessly over your swollen clit.

Your back arched off the bed as the tension finally snapped. Waves of ecstasy crashed over you, your walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers. Steve didn't let up, drawing out your orgasm until you were a quivering, oversensitive mess.

Not so distantly, you could hear fireworks bursting for the Fourth of July at the city park, and their faint colored glow flashed across the night sky out your window. You had vaguely suggested going out to see the show earlier that afternoon. Now it was the furthest thing from your mind, and no regrets over missing them, not when this god of a man was worshipping and ruining you.

Steve moved up and over your body, his long, thick cock nudging against your entrance, making you whine weakly.

Steve's blue eyes locked onto yours, pupils dilated with lust. He braced himself on his forearms, caging you beneath his powerful body. The head of his cock continued to tease your sensitive folds, coating himself in your slickness.

"One more," he growled, voice thick with desire.

“Steve,” you moaned beneath him. How many times had he said those words? One more. Truly you’d lost count.

"I know you have one more in you."

Before you could protest, he sank into you in one smooth thrust. You cried out, still overwhelmed by the stretch and fullness of him. Your hands flew to his biceps, gripping the corded muscle as he began to move.

Steve set a punishing pace, hips snapping against yours. The obscene sound of skin slapping skin mingled with your breathless moans and his low grunts. His pubic bone ground against your clit with each thrust, sending wicked sparks of pleasure through your overstimulated body.

"Fuck, you feel amazing,” he panted against your neck. Then he rolled onto his back, still buried inside you, and coaxed you up, bracing you at the waist. “Ride me, sweet girl.”

You gasped as Steve lifted you effortlessly, settling you on top of him. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you as you began to rock against him. The new angle had his thick cock hitting even deeper inside you.

"That's it," he encouraged, voice husky. "Take what I give you."

Despite your exhaustion, you found yourself chasing that peak again. You braced your hands on his broad chest, using the leverage to ride him harder. Steve's fingers dug into your flesh, sure to leave bruises as he helped lift you up and down his length.

Your thighs burned with the effort, but the coil of pleasure was tightening again in your core. Steve's eyes raked over your body hungrily as you moved above him. One of his hands left your hip to cup your breast, thumbing roughly over your nipple.

"So beautiful," he murmured.

Your head fell back as the familiar tension mounted in your core. It seemed impossible that your body could produce another orgasm after everything Steve had put you through, but it was also impossible that he was in your bed in the first place.

As the waves of the orgasm washed over you, your clenching pussy pulled Steve along with you, and he gave a shout as he bucked up into you. He emptied his seed into you, and you felt the warmth of it filling you up.

Steve gathered you back to his chest, and rolled the two of you to your sides, facing each other. He looked at you for a long moment, truly looked at you.

Throughout the day you had noticed him looking at you when he thought you were paying attention to other things, but you felt his eyes on you every time. It was a look that pierced you, and now was no different, but now was the first he’d been open and direct going about it.

Though your body was exhausted, the surge of his intense gaze stoked something in your chest, keeping you alert and attuned to him, and you pressed your chest closer to his. He placed the softest kiss to your head, then tucked you under his chin and tightened his arms around you.

And then the two of you talked. Not about anything important, merely quiet words exchanged in the dark, normal as anything though this was anything but normal. He was branded as a dangerous vigilante. He was dangerous, but to you not for the reasons some of the world had pinned to him, but because of the way you were pinned to him right now.

But it was only two nights. Nearly nothing, right?

Best sex of your life. A story to tell when you were old.

He held you until you drifted off to sleep, mid-story, his warmth and his soft voice lulling you into deep, restful bliss.

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[bunnys-kisses]

hii bunny!!! can I get a chocolate cake and whisky with seb or jenson???

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want to order your own? take a look at the menu! there's a little something for everyone! i also write for fandoms outside of f1 so if that interests you let me know! i love getting orders! this one i chose jenson button, ever day i get seb from someone hahah, and i will write them. but thank you for the request!

chocolate cake ("do you feel that? that's what happens when i think about you all day.") + whisky (degrading language) served by jenson button (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, dirty talk/degrading language, age gap (20s/40s), mean!jenson, brat!reader, thigh riding, masturbation, non-penetrative sex, clothed man/nude woman, couch sex, nipple play, references to spanking

jenson liked good behaviour from a good girl. a good girl meant a good life, without any troubles. but, there was something a spitfire little thing that he could fold to his pleasure and fuck submission into.

you had been the hardest brat to break, and jenson lived for it. there was nothing like after a long day taking you and fucking any stress of the day out of his body. pushing his cock as deep as he could get it.

letting the messy tip kiss your cervix.

it was a rainy day in july and you had tracked your wet socks through the house after you came back inside. you were soaked from head to toe, but you should've waited for him to come get you from the front door with a towel.

now he had you naked with your wet clothes in a pile on the floor. the older man had his hands on your bare hips and his lips on your hard nipple. he was massaging it between his inscors.

your ass was burning from his earlier smacks, you were surprised you didn't get a spank for every drop of water you got on the hardwood floor. now your nipples were being bit up as you straddled his thigh.

he pulled away a little and rubbed both nipples between his pointer finger and thumb, even giving them a big tug. which made you squirm, "you have to behave, love. you can't be bringing your wet clothes into the house." his voice was firm, "you're such a silly little girl, aren't you? just making a huge mess for me to clean up." he shook his head with slight disappointment which made you whine.

you whined, "please ah! c'mon, you're being so mean!"

he looked at you, eyes went for for a moment. he laughed, "i'm being mean? you got an entire puddle right in the middle of my living room in the house i pay for." he put his lips back on the soft skin and tried his best to leave dark bruises on the skin.

you rubbed your slick pussy up against his thigh, the rough jean material he wore made the hairs on the back of your neck stand out. you were painfully hot like this, naked while he was clothed. a visible sign of submission.

he pulled away from you and relaxed against the couch. he took his cock out of his jeans and spit in his hand before he started to jerk himself off. he said, "come now, love. hop to it. if you want to get yourself off, i'm not helping you. brats have to do things for themselves." he was going to love the sight of this.

you started to move up against his thigh. you straddled it and rubbed your achy clit across it. shivers ran up your spine and made your bruised nipples hard. oh, you were just painfully adorable. look at the sight of you, the little brat he had trained so well.

you were capable of being good, you just needed reason to be. but, don't worry jenson would give you reason after reason to be on your best behaviour.

he continued to jerk himself off, occasionally spitting i his hand more. sadly his hand really wasn't like the sweet cunt that was being dragged across his clothed thigh. he eyed you up and down. from the blissed out expression on his face to the bounce of your bruised breasts.

"who owns this pussy, huh? who owns it because you can't be responsible for it. who owns it the way this house and your car are owned?" he panted heavily as he felt his heartbeat in his ears.

this was just too much and he knew his words were making you crumble.

you croaked as you continued to ride his thigh, "you own it. you own it, jenson." you swallowed roughly, "just like you own everything else." you whined as you felt the pleasure race up your body.

you clothed onto him tighter and continued to move your poor cunt up against his clothed thigh. it was almost pathetic, a woman much younger than him was getting her clit stimulated by the over priced denim he wore.

he cupped your ass with his free hand, the bruised cheek still felt hot under his broad hands. you swallowed and continued to move, he maintained eye contact with your body. you looked so painfully erotic, like a good proper whore.

"you're mine, got it?" he asked as he continued to fuck his hand. as much as he'd love for it to be your soft pussy or perfect throat. but, for now he just had to make due.

you couldn't deny it, it was a fact. you were his, he had sank his claws into you long ago and wasn't letting up. so you better be a good girl and continue to fuck yourself on his thigh.

"please, honey."

he landed a smack across your ass and goped the cheek once more. he felt the thrill of pleasure course through your system as he continued to thrust his cock. the pre-cum was all over his hand as you left a wet mark across his pant leg.

you looked like a horny little puppy. it was sickeningly disgusting and only riled him up further.

"you're such a bad girl." he said, "getting off like this." he grabbed your hand and made you touch his slick cock, "do you feel that? that's what happens when i think about you all day. and then you turn around and act like such a brat." his voice was laced with venom

it was all a little too much for you.

you dug your nails into his shoulders as you came, making a mess of the rough jean of his pants. it left a pretty stain as your wetness seeped into the fabric. a big dark spot from his baby girl.

you rested against him and panted heavily, pressing a lot of your weight into him. he relaxed further into the couch with his cock still in his hand. he said to you, "you're such a dirty little slut." he panted, "you always want more, more, more." he swallowed, "but i'll always give you what you want."

"jenson." you whimpered.

a few more jerks of his hand and he finished. ropes of cum got all over the front of his white t-shirt, but he didn't care. he got to see his naked little slut get herself off on his thigh.

he knew his jeans needed a good clean thanks to you. he let go of his cock and panted heavily. his cock twitched when he watched you lick at the cum on his hand. you did it on instinct and moan when the saltiness hit your tongue.

"you're going to be the death of me, honey.' he said as you cleaned him up. he knew he couldn't survive another round like that. so he whispered in your ear, "why don't you put all of our clothes in the wash and meet me in our bedroom. i'll take good care of you." then groped at your bruised ass cheek.

you knew how to behave, jenson ensured that over the time you have been dating. and while he loved your firecracker spirit, nothing got him harder than you dutifully getting up from his lap and going to wash the clothes like a good girl. <3

[starkeysprincess]

thinking abt spending fourth of july w/ trevor

warnings: sex on the balcony, praise, 18+ minors dni

a/n: this is my first time writing for trevor so 🫣

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Spending the Fourth of July with your boyfriend, Trevor involves him surprising you with a small picnic in the park near his apartment. Your sundress clung to your curves and deep red lipstick on your lips. A faint lipstick stain adorns his cheek, making you giggle.

It’s still fairly bright out, the two of you were sprawled out on the blanket, your back pressed against his muscular chest and his arms around your waist. 

You hum as his hand brushes your hair to the side so he can press soft kisses against the nape of your neck while the two of you enjoy the calmness surrounding the park. Once the sun sets, he’s tapping on your thigh, signaling it’s time for you to head back to his apartment.

The two of you start packing things back into the basket and you bend down to retrieve the blanket, only to be met with a sharp smack to your ass before he firmly squeezes it, “C’mon, princess, wanna make sure we have enough time to watch the fireworks”.

By the time you reach his apartment, it’s now dark out as you step out onto the balcony. You’re leaning against the railing of the balcony, your eyes taking in the view from his apartment, something that you could never grow tired of. His hands find their way to your hips, gripping them as he leans forward, pressing kisses all over your face. 

He cups your jaw, turning your head to face him, “You look so sexy in this little dress” he whispers as his lips find yours. His hands are roaming your body and he chuckles when you’re startled by the sound of a firework going off, indicating that the fireworks show was starting. 

His mouth devours yours and he’s pushing you forward until you’re bent over the balcony railing. “Can’t get enough of you, princess”, his hands tugging your dress up your body until it’s bunched around your waist, his hand reaching around to dip into your panties. He groans against your lips when his fingers are met with your slick folds, “You’re already so fuckin’ wet for me”.

Trevor doesn’t waste any time, tugging his jeans and boxers down. He gathers your arousal on his fingers before wrapping his hand around his length, coating it in your slick while giving himself a few pumps before he pushes into you. 

You moan into his mouth as he starts thrusting into you, the night sky continuing to light up as the fireworks go off. He quickens his pace, pounding into you harder and faster with each loud boom that is heard. “You’re takin’ my cock so well. That feel good?” he grunts, your hands gripping onto the railing till your knuckles turn white. 

“T-Trevor” you stutter, your eyes fluttering shut, too overwhelmed with pleasure that you can’t register what you’re trying to say. “I know, princess” he acknowledges what you’re trying to say as he watches the way your eyes close.

He firmly grips your jaw, “Open your eyes, baby” he moans breathlessly. Your eyes open as more fireworks shimmer in the sky, “Keep those pretty eyes on the fireworks”.

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[coldfanbou]

Releasing Tension

Here's the fic for the week. Julie gets to have a lot of fun tonight.

Length 2.1K

Julie X mreader

“I hope you’re ready,” Julie said, swinging her hips as she walked. The sultry woman convinced you to return to her hotel room after a few drinks together. She spun around, walking backward with her hands behind her back, smiling at you as she leaned forward and gave you a look at her cleavage. “You have no idea how pent-up I am. I really need this,” She said as her eyes drifted downward.

You watched as Julie lowered her jacket to her elbows, revealing more of her dress.”I’ll try not to disappoint you.” 

Julie reaches out, grabs your belt, and begins to unbuckle it. “I sure hope so. I’m going to be riding you all night. Let’s get inside.”  She pulls you along by your belt, opening the door quickly and ushering you inside before closing the door behind her. Julie kicked her boots off before slipping her jacket off in the doorway, revealing her simple back dress. Its short length showed off her toned legs; its loose staps gave you another view of her cleavage when she leaned over. “Should I just slip this thing off, or do you want to tear it off me?” Julie said, her thumb under one of her straps, moving it off her shoulder. She steps toward you slowly, playing with her hair as she leans against you. “Well?”

“I want to see it slip off you.”

Julie gives you a sly smile and takes a single step back, slipping her thumb under her other strap; she moves it off her shoulder and lets her dress slip down to her waist. Her perky breasts jiggle as Julie rocks from one foot to the other. Her light brown nipples were stiff already as she stared at you. “Are you just going to stare, or are you going to touch me?” As you step toward her, Julie wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you into a kiss. The slight scent of alcohol hits you when Julie moans as you cup her tits. “That’s more like it,” She groans in a low voice. She raises one of her legs, rubbing it against the outside of yours. “Help me get this off before we take this to the bed.”  Your hands move down her toned stomach, lingering momentarily before finding her dress and pulling it down. Julie’s wide hips catch the dress, forcing you to press your hands against her to get it off. 

As your lips went in for another kiss to take in her body, Julie’s inner thigh was slick with her nectar. She pressed them together and rubbed them back and forth before you spread her legs apart and carried her to the bed. You could feel the ends of her lips curl upward, her smile growing more prominent as she imagined how long the night would be. As you place her on the edge of the bed, Julie raises her foot, stopping you from getting closer. “Not so fast, mister. We need to get you undressed, too.” Julie’s delicate hands reach for your jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper before pulling them down. With a significant bulge, Julie beams a smile at you as her palm runs up and down the shaft. She bulges down your boxers and frees your cock, watching it with glee as it springs out. You quickly throw your shirt off and watch as Julie changes position, lying on her stomach as she grabs your cock and slowly strokes it. “Look at this little guy,” She says, her hands eagerly pumping your shaft. “I shouldn’t say that. It’s going to be more than a handful to deal with.” She says, smiling at you.

You groan her name as she continues to stroke your cock, “Shit, how are you so good?” 

“You think this feels good? Just you wait.”Julie replies. She leans in, tilting her head slightly as she kisses the tip. You twitch in her hand, making her giggle. Julie scooches closer, turning slightly as she kisses your shaft, her hand still moving along your base as her other one cups your balls. She gives you light squeezes as her tongue runs along the side, moving back toward the head. You throw your head back and moan, enjoying her soft touches. 

You watch her kick her feet softly as she spreads her lips and swallows the head of your cock. Julie’s tongue gingerly moves around the edge of the head, sending shivers down your spine. She slowly wraps her lips around the head, trapping it inside the warm and wet cavern. Her tongue ran over the tip as she gave your balls light squeezes with one hand, and the other moved along your shaft. She groaned, enjoying herself as she coated your cock in saliva. Julie’s eyes occasionally shot up, checking your reaction. Pleased with herself, Julie began to bob her head, her deft tongue rubbing the underside of your cock. You rested one hand on her head, guiding her as she took another inch inside. You felt the warmth of her mouth grow hotter as you hit the back of her throat. Julie retreated slowly, sucking on the head before audibly popping it out of her mouth. A thin string of saliva kept her tied to your cock; she chuckled and gave the tip of your cock a sloppy kiss, her lips pressed roughly against it. “Mwah, nice and hard,” She commented, her hand still stroking your shaft, covering the rest of it in saliva. “I don’t know about you, but I want to move on.” 

Julie shifted onto all fours before lying on her back; her knees bent as she spread her legs apart. She moved one hand down her stomach, eventually reaching her lower lips. She spread them apart slowly, “Fuck me,” she commanded. You weren’t going to go against her orders and crawl over her with your cock in hand. Aligning it with her cunt, you push the head in first. You both moan. Julie’s walls clamped down tightly, and you felt the heels of her feet press against your back. She wrapped her arms around your neck and lifted her upper body off the mattress. “Don’t be shy. I want it all inside me, fuck me up.” Her words excited you, and you rammed the rest of your length inside without a second thought. You tore through Julie, earning yourself a loud cry of pleasure as she threw her head back. Her legs fully wrap around your waist, and her arms tighten around your neck.

You stay buried inside Julie, her walls squeezing you before relaxing. You begin to move slowly, feeling your cock rub against every nook and cranny of her cunt before rushing back into her. Each thrust makes Julie moan; she felt stretched out by your cock and loved every second of it. She pressed her lips against yours, stifling her own moans as you continued to stir her insides. Julie used her legs to push you deeper inside, sending you crashing into her womb. Her brain was melting away from the pleasure, the only thing on it being your cock. “M-more mmm cock,” She mumbled as you pressed your lips against hers. 

“You’re so tight,” You groan, struggling to keep your pace as you feel your orgasm coming. Julie’s thighs squished your sides as they tensed up. Julie felt herself about to blow. She let go of you, resting against the bed and gripping the sheets. She gritted her teeth as loud cries flowed from her. With the slight separation given to you, you played with her tits, fondling them and watching them bounce from every thrust. 

Julie could feel your cock throbbing inside her, about to cum. Before you could utter a word, she gave you an order, “I’m on the pill, cum inside me. Cum in my pussy.” You buried your cock inside of Julie and unloaded, pouring your cum into the idol, feeling her walls squeeze more cum out of you as she reached her climax. Julie's low moan filled the room as she arched her back. “Shit, there’s so much.” She said, her chest heaving. Her leg lock loosened around you, eventually falling away entirely as you pulled out your softened cock. Julie looked down, her fingers gathering cum as it poured out of her. She brought her fingers up to her face, spreading them apart and watching as your cum spread along her hand. She gave it a taste, licking her fingers clean and groaning. “I want a little more,” Julie huffs as she moves to the edge of the bed, her head hanging off the end. She purses her lips, “You felt my throat earlier; I want you to use it this time,” She opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out as she waits. You get in close, accidentally smacking her cheek with your cock before she’s able to wrap her lips around the tip.

Your cock was covered in cum from your orgasm, making the experience all the better, for Julie got an early taste. She relished in the taste, enjoying the salty liquid as she lapped it up. Julie feels your cock getting hard again, expanding in her throat as you push it further inside. Turned on from feeling it so far inside her, she began to play with herself. The idol squeezed one of her tits roughly while her other hand teased her clit. Her hums only made the deepthroat feel better. You didn’t notice yourself pushing the entire length of your cock inside her mouth. Julie’s fingers moved faster, flicking her clit as she felt your cock quickly throbbing inside her. She was excited, thinking about the cum you were going to dump into her stomach at any moment.

“I’m gonna cum, Julie,” You groan; you continue to thrust into her throat, feeling the warm tightness around your cock. You watch her tits jiggle with your thrusts and reach for her nipple, pinching the hard nub. You watch as Julie’s hand furiously moves in and out of her cunt and slam your hips forward, driving your cock into her as you shoot your cum into her stomach. You hunch over Julie, groaning as you feel her tongue swirl around your cock. As you pull out, Julie’s lips wrap tightly around you, scraping every ounce of cum from your cock. You jerk yourself off, getting one last spurt of cum out. It lands upon Julie’s face, forcing her eyes shut. Once it was over, Julie rolled onto her stomach, breathing heavily as she wiped the semen off her face.

“Oh my god, you have no idea how badly I needed that.” Julie licks her lips, satisfied with all the cum you gave her. Patting the spot next to her, Julie says, “You can still go, right?”

“I can keep going,”

A massive grin forms on her, “Great. Lay down. I’ll take it from here.” You lay down on the bed, glad you’ll rest while Julie does all the work. Stroking your cock, Julie works to get you hard again. Feeling extra sensitive, you groan every time her palm rubs against the head. Once at full mast, Julie crawls over you, squatting over you with her legs spread wide. Julie spreads her lips, dripping your cum back onto your cock before rubbing the head of your cock against her folds. The idol before you coos as she sinks onto your cock, every inch slowly going inside her smoothly. Julie leans forward, nearly falling if it wasn’t for you holding her up. “Shit, sorry. It just feels so good,” She groans. Julie intertwines her fingers with yours, using you as support as she lifts herself along your shaft before slamming herself back down. You both cry out in pleasure and know that neither one of you is going to last very long. Every bounce Julie makes brings you closer to your third orgasm; her walls are tightly wrapped around you, squeezing you as she goes into her deep squat. 

You can only watch as her cunt swallows your cock, groaning from the pleasure as her insides rub the head of your cock incessantly. Every time she moved along your shaft, more cum would escape her cunt, coating both of you as your bodies met. You felt Julie’s grip get tighter; she squeezed your hands as her walls clamped down around your cock. “I’m- I’m gonna cum,” She mumbled, struggling to stay balanced. Julie crumbled from her squatting position, straddling you like a cowgirl and grinding against you as she tried to hold off on her orgasm. You let go of her hands, moving your own to her waist and holding her in place as you impaled her with your cock. Julie threw her head back, whining as she climaxed. You came with her, your cum pouring into her as she collapsed on your chest. “It’s so warm, I’m so warm.” She said softly, grinding on your cock. “We’ll go again after a small rest.”

[gladiatorcunt]

pwetty please more dom art, switch patrick, sub reader. that blurb was so so good i think “Go ahead and make daddy cum while I give him kisses, ‘kay?” may be the hottest thing anyone has ever said ever actually

# 🫀HONEST HEARTS 🪤 !!

cw: WEIRD VIBES, dom art switch patrick sub reader coded, heavy on the art x patrick, breeding kink/pregnancy/ambiguous baby trapping (???), art’s lowkey mean, daddy kink (referring to patrick), patrick calls you a slut, oral (afab reader receiving), patrick’s sandwiched in between you & art, anal sex (m receiving), summer heat will have you displaying behaviors and acting in ways, ambiguous era, feminization (one use of “mama” not in a mommy kink way), stream of consciousness style writing, they’re gross but so are you, reader having a hamlet holding up the skull moment

Art fucks Patrick like a bat out of hell, you lie beneath them wet and wanting as you watch patrick’s sweaty body flail around like a ragdoll. Art squishes your bodies together, pressing his weight against Patrick's back. There’s so much pressure on your lungs, you’re scared you’ll pop. The humid July air is so thick around you that the plush bedding feels swathed in a soft old film yellow tint, you and Patrick swap glassy eyes when his tip finally sinks into your tight ass. No lube in sight, you want pain that only skinny dipping in a private river after dark will fix. Reminders of youth, the sting from the current as it travels through the indents of teeth.

You would think Art had become a ferocious shark, inky pupils dripping onto Patrick's shoulder blades and toothy grins, feral and lead only by his cock at the first scent of blood he could catch. yours, Patrick’s, his. Patrick fucks your ass to the point of no return, his pace never ceasing until all you is the word “Daddy” howled out over and over. Every thrust earns art deeper inside of him, Patrick greedily rolls his hips back. In appreciation Art leans down and watches his spit highlight how cock drunk the two of you are, a see through trail trickling down both of your faces onto the pillow.

It’s like Art doesn’t have any worth until he’s fucking you and Patrick out of your minds at the same time. He hooks his chin in Patrick’s shoulder, winking down at you as he ramps up the speed of his thrusts. Patrick’s eyes tighten in pleasure-pain but any sounds he has to offer are muffled in the seams of your slick lips, you open your mouth to catch them and hoard them all. Breathy pants and whines and growls becuase Patrick may be the one getting fucked the most, but you should never forget who’s next in line to benefit from this little symbiotic expression of your relationship. You’re the atlar, solid foundation and the center of life’s devotion. Art and Patrick are the attendants, bringing you animal sacrifices in the form of their flesh and soul and hearts. In their bones and in the nerves connecting to their brain, where you all exist in an undefiled state even as fluids are spilt in between the cracks in the marble. A poor man’s kintsugi.

Patrick begs Art to cum, but you defer to Patrick when it’s your time to be a babbling brook around his thick length. Art always says yes when the other man’s balls deep in you, plus he has dibs on your pussy this week. It’s in their nature, to desire each other carnally and still keep each other entangled in steep competition even when those desires are fulfilled in excess. Art really wants a baby, you’ve been too gung ho to bounce all over the world as if it were your very own tennis court. Explaining it by using their busy careers as an opportunity, you must not know that you’re best when you’re right where they can see you. Even if they’re not there, jerking each other off to grainy security cam footage is their own bonding time. Sometimes you put on shows for them, modeling expensive lingerie that you think is going to be a surprise for their welcome home. Art always has an eye and a hold on Patrick, they both want that with you too.

“Go on,” He whispers for only Patrick’s uniquely shaped ears to hear, sorry angel. “The sooner you give our baby that nice big tangy load I know you’ve got for us, the sooner I can get their tummy swollen.”

Daddy gets his favorite kind of kisses when he floods your ass with cum, and he licks the remaining drops off your stretched rim with Art’s hand heavy on his head. You get your kisses too, from each of them until you’re sinking so far into that dreamy kind of headspace that affection from you means you lazily smack your lips together and call it a job well done. Fuzzy voices coo at you that it was indeed a job well done, squelching noises accompany Patrick reluctantly pulling out. You both whine the exact same way, Art beams and shushes you, using Patrick’s bruised ass to get rock hard and wet again for your puffy pussy.

“Just like that, fuck! Should have taken a picture, don’t you think? Make it last longer, keep you useful.”

All talk, as long as he’s alive he’ll have use. Existence breeds obsession, split three ways, the way some god intended. Like calls to like, moths to flame, water to silent desert rock, bleeding knuckles to piping hot iron, copper to silver, bones to soil, ball to grass-clay-concrete court.

Patrick hates it when you and art fight, turning him into a scared puppy. He doesn’t say to your face that he agrees with Art, that you shouldn’t leave the house amidst all the stress that a possible pregnancy can bring. Stress that’s easily worked off under their touch, stuffed full of so much cum that it might as well replace your gray matter. You can’t run laps around the house despite it being what your anxiety is telling you to do. You have to wait there on the toilet, holding each of their hands as you wait for the test results. Once the necessary time has passed, you can’t overcome your nervousness and instead wait for Art to look at one of the sticks.

You barely catch a glimpse of the test result when you’re tackled. Patrick’s on you first, sucking your tongue into his mouth while cradling your head in his hands so you don’t feel it when you bump into the wall. Art chastises him of course, pulling him back by his ear to give you some space. They’re both smiling, wide and blinding white grins so dazzling that you’re worried you’ll go blind. Their reactions alone tell you more than you could ever need to know, the monarch butterflies scurry from stomach to stomach. Those teeming with life and those forever starving. Art gives you a slow kiss and hums into you, the vibrations travel down to your flexing toes. Bubbly laughter drowns out the cracks of lightning outside, baby blanket blue on fire white.

You want to be loved in a way that’s wrong and out of sorts, your arousal is heightened by what your paranoia tells you will be someone’s undoing. Yours or theirs. Both. No one really needs pure intentions to love or be loved at the end of the day, and maybe that’s something to be grateful for. There are people who can love the sin as well as the sinner. Your hormones are doing a number on you, that much is clear, if you’re philosophizing about the morals of being in love when there more than likely are none. There’s just that so much time to think, that initial fear of being left when you yourself would be too overencumbered to. Art picks up on these kinds of thoughts more often than Patrick, who’s just happy to belong somewhere and to someone. The former busies himself with the heft of your tits. Sucks the life out of your hard nipples and then some, he adores when you come begging with a dripping cunt after a late afternoon nap because you had a very good dream.

“Lie back angel, working so hard right now… you need a break, mama.” Art giggles, engaging in a riveting one on one conversation with your throbbing clit, rapidly flicking it with his tongue as he locks clear eyes with your sleepy blinks. “Pussy’s gushing like a fountain now, ‘s so chubby too, I hope you never fucking work off the baby weight.”

Later they’ll wipe you down from the shower with their tongues, slurping up the water droplets like they’re bugs hovering around an in bloom blush pink flower because they’re freaks like that. Patrick’s out on the now usual run to the nearest convenience store for your latest cravings, he’ll try it with you too no matter what it is. Art does his best, but you’re too sensitive to others being nauseous to handle seeing his skin almost cartoonishly flood with a light mossy green undertone. Fall brings a whole new array of food combinations and flavors of snack cakes just waiting for you to inhale them worryingly quickly. Art brings your focus back to him with a teasing nip to your bud, closing his lips around it and giving it a firm suck as the front door unlatches. The crinkling of plastic grocery bags reach your ears before Patrick’s corny “Honey, I’m home!” does. More single minded than a dog with his bone, the bags clatter to the floor and his shoes pound the floor on the way to where you’re cumming on Art’s face in a flash of white.

Patrick frowns, “You know I don't like you being a slut when I'm not there, now you owe me two rounds.”

Art reminds the other man that you might not have the energy for the two rounds he’s imagining, full of slapping skin and ghoulish howls, Patrick simply says that you can drift off while he ruts away. Into you or on you, so long as his puffy tip is touching some sort of skin, makes him wish he could burrow and dig a tunnel inside you. Live in one of the chambers in your heart, Art in the other, your kids in the next, a no vacancy sign boarding the last of them shut. You tilt your head to the side so he runs his nose along the faint line of your pulse. He should record the echoing rhythmic thumps for when they’re traveling and can’t sleep without their missing piece. His chest burns when the words well up and won’t come out how he needs them too, how can you express that you need to live in someone’s very dna without letting your huge dick do the talking for you? He’ll quite possibly never know, maybe a rare showing of Art riding Patrick into the center of the earth as he gasps for life saving breath will be enough for you.