#OVULATING

[strangererotica]

inspired by these:

[gourdyshome]

this pic is so college!patrick coded. drunk as fuck at a frat party, pretty girl hanging off of him. sees you from across the room and his eyes darken, that signature fuck-ing smirk slowly spreading across his face.

you roll your eyes as he approaches you, but he's not deterred. he hands you a drink, introduces himself.

"what's a nice girl like you doin' at a party like this?"

you scoff. this fucking guy, jesus. what a loser. but you entertain him, because you're a little tipsy and a lot tired of creepier frat bros coming up behind you to smack your ass. at least this guy has the decency to keep his hands to himself. you meet his eyes again, watch him run his tongue over his teeth. for now.

you talk a little and holy shit, he's actually really funny. cocky as hell, almost unbearably egotistical ... but funny. and hot, jesus christ. he says he plays volleyball and okay, now you're never getting the image of him dripping in sweat out of your mind.

he fucks you in the bathroom, quick and sloppy and hurried. he kisses you like he's trying to devour you, fucks you like he's a goddamn animal. his hand traces sloppy circles against your clit, groaning low in your ear. so fuckin' pretty, 's all this for me? d'ya get this wet and hot f'r those other guys, hmm? nah, i don't think so. he grips your hips, grinding into you. 's like you're suckin' me in, god.

the next morning, he's gone. but there's a little note on the nightstand. "for good dick, call: 1-800-xxx-xxxx." you roll your eyes and crumple it up. what an asshole. but later you fish it out of your pocket, spread it out. thumb the number into your phone. shake your head and press "call."

[abbyspup]

can’t stop thinking about boy mom abby. running around on early mornings chasing her little boy around, chuckling when he ducks through her legs to keep her chasing him. abby waking up early to keep him from bothering you by enlisting him in helping make you breakfast, allowing him to sneak as many chocolate chips as he wan to when they’re making pancakes. :(

[nondelphic]

"why did you add a smut scene here it doesn't do anything you say you hate unnecessary smut scenes. what is wrong with you."

me: i'm 𝓸𝓿𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰

[sugawhaaa]

No lube, no protection, all day all night, until the walls turn white, GODDAMN. I'd suck his cock so good 😩

[I think I may possibly be ovulating again...wait actually no, yk idgaf anymore I can't read my cycle at all]

[zxabwy]

andre can come pop this fucking cherry

[comatosebunny09]

— cw: adult content, cheating, shitty fiancé, self-indulgent madness, mdni — notes: i can’t sleep, and @alfredosaws got the gears turning in my head. sorry if this isn’t your jam. i was horny and needed to torture myself. — now playing: see through - amelia moore

Imagine Sylus as your real estate agent, showing you and your fiancé around a potential home.

Your fiancé doesn’t seem too interested, busy typing away on his phone or occasionally stepping out to answer phone calls. You titter nervously, explaining to Sylus with a wry smile that your fiancé is a very busy man.

Still, Sylus continues showing you the rest of the house, pointing out parts that would appeal primarily to you.

“You see here? The master bedroom contains an en-suite bathroom with enough counter space to house all your skincare products. ”

“The bathtub has jets. Perfect for when you want to unwind after a long day on your feet. You look like you shoulder the world. You deserve to take a load off with a warm, soothing bath.”

“The sunroom would be great for your plants. You look like you have quite a green thumb. You strike me as a cultivator. A nurturer. Someone who should learn to sit down from time to time.”

“The counter space in the kitchen is immaculate. Perfect for when the love of your life wants to cook breakfast or have you for dessert.”

He’s so very flattering and handsome, and you find yourself falling prey to his charms. You rein yourself in when your fiancé returns, still as detached about the house as ever. You ask him for his opinion, to which he shrugs you off and remarks that he’s happy if you’re happy. Conveniently, his phone rings again, and he walks outside to take the call.

Sylus gives you a pitying look as if he knows there’s trouble in paradise. You smile awkwardly to dispel his worries.

Sure, your fiancé isn’t always present in your relationship. And maybe you agreed to his proposal out of fear, thinking you would lose out on your white picket fence if you refused him. But, who are you kidding? You haven’t felt like yourself in years. Haven’t genuinely smiled in a very long time, and your fiancé hasn’t helped improve your self-esteem, nitpicking when you’re a little bloated or leave the house without makeup.

You’ve recently caught him entertaining other women on his socials, and he would quickly gaslight you, exclaiming that you were looking for reasons to be upset. Deep down, you know he isn’t good for you, and you deserve better, but a sick part of you believes he is your punishment for some crimes you might’ve committed in a past life.

Sylus has read you like a book, and you’ve only worked with him for two months. You feel more comfortable in his presence than the man you’re about to marry, having known him much longer.

“Come with me, sweetheart,” says Sylus, his voice a sweet, sticky dolce as he takes your hand into his larger one.

He guides you up the spiraling staircase towards the main bedroom and lures you into the massive walk-in closet. And when you’re swathed in the darkness after he shuts the door behind you, he backs you up against a wall, your breaths intermingling whilst his mouth hovers over yours.

“You poor thing,” he whispers next to your ear, the hairs scattered across your body standing on end, pleasant tingles ricocheting through your extremities. He takes your hand in his, pressing it against the cool, textured wall overhead, tenderly twining your fingers together. “That Narcissist doesn’t deserve you, now does he?” His lips graze yours, the sensation making your legs tremble like a fawn.

“I can see it in your eyes.” A weighted palm smooths over your side, a devastatingly powerful knee sliding between the fat of your thighs, pilfering the breath from your lungs. He touches you with a reverence you’ve never known. “You don’t love him, do you? Not when I can touch you like this.”

He takes possession of your jaw, breathing hot and open-mouthed against your lips, nuzzling your noses together. And you’re dizzy, the closet suddenly feeling so cramped, and the warmth of his body permeating through the layers of your clothes. “You’re so beautiful. You deserve so much more. I can give you so much more. May I kiss you, sweetling?”

Despite the voice screaming somewhere far off in your mind that this is very much wrong, you find yourself nodding sluggishly in the darkness as if he can see you slowly turning to putty in his palms. He chuckles, the vibrations of it making your tummy flutter like you’re cresting down a hill.

Wordlessly, he pans in, startling you with a gentle kiss at first. Something deft and ghostly, so soft you wouldn’t believe it happened. When you make a gentle keen of protest after he pulls way, he takes that as his cue to kiss you again, this time more firm and full-bodied, the rigid pane of his body slowly anchoring you to the wall. 

Your unoccupied hand slides over his spine, concluding its excursion at the small of his back, and he’s strong here. Sturdy as if he could lift you one-handed if he so pleases. The idea makes you whimper, and he swallows the pretty little noises he invokes, his sweltering tongue pushing into your mouth to map out every ridge and crevice. 

He slips a warm, weighted palm into the crook of your knee, drawing your thigh up to rest on his hip. And, with this new angle, he presses fully against you, the stitching of his slacks scraping pleasantly over the inner cut of your thigh. He releases your hand once moored to the wall to hoist you into his arms, one of your heels clattering to the floor. Ten shaky fingers bury themselves in his hair, sifting through tufts of soft white to draw him ever closer to deepen your lip-lock. 

Despite the spacious closet, it’s growing uncomfortably warm. Too many clothes are in the way, so you tug his shirt from his slacks. Your fingers blindly scramble over his shirt buttons, eager to feel the smooth, supple glide of his skin beneath them. He chuckles something throaty and enrapturing, kissing you velvet-soft as his desire awakens to press against your thigh.

“So eager, aren’t you?” he husks, breaking away from your lips with a sticky click to blister your jaw and carotid with languorous kisses. “Has he ever touched you like this? Kissed you like this?” 

You crane your head back, your skull lightly thudding against the wall behind you. Your lashes shutter. The feeling of his mouth dragging over your skin and his weighted body nestled between your thighs is too much and yet not enough. You cling to his back, your grip white-knuckled, mouth parted slightly with wanton pleas for more more more.

But before he can grant your request, your fiancé’s voice beckons to you through the empty, sturdy walls of the house. The spell that befell you disperses, reality careening in. You push against Sylus’ lean chest with the heel of your palm, panting and gasping, squirming to be let down. Sylus reluctantly heeds you, gently setting you onto your feet. 

He helps you slide back into your discarded heel, kissing your ankle on his way back up, and you try to ignore how your body burns like an inferno at the attention. It takes all of you not to snatch him towards you once more, to kiss him and demand he take you, right then and there, with your fiancé calling for you downstairs. But, as much as it pains you, you feel remorse for how far you already let things go. 

Fixing your clothes and hair to some semblance of neatness in the darkness, the pair of you exit the closet. You don a rehearsed smile, answering your fiancé that you’ll be right down. Searing, slender fingers encircle your wrist before you can descend the stairs. You acknowledge Sylus with a look over your shoulder. He fixes you with a feverish stare that burns like a flame, revealing a deep desire for you. And the realization shoots straight to your center as his mouth draws into an unflinching line. 

Something in your chest pinches and pulls. And for a moment, you consider what your life would be like if you’d given yourself more credit and granted yourself a little more grace. But you brush away your thoughts, fixing Sylus with an unconvincing smile before pulling away from him to descend the stairs into the arms of your loving, soon-to-be husband.  

[gab1mbo]

[dollforaswan]

Bill out and about 🤤

SOOOOOOOO HAWT

[greensagephase]

Basically Miguel earth 1223 🤭

DEAR LORD, WHEN I GET TO HEAVEN, PLEASE LET ME BRING MY MAN 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

I'm slamming my fist on the desk, foaming at the mouth, clawing at the walls of my enclosure, pulling at my hair, screaming, crying, giggling and kicking my feet !!!!!!!!

KIRA IS BUILT DIFFERENT (and I now know her backstory but...) I WOULD BE FOLDING FASTER THAN A CHAIR IF HE LOOKED AT ME LIKE THAT 🛐🛐🛐

THE SMIRK??? OH MY GOD ---- When I tell you that I felt something, I mean, I felt something. I felt womanly things and I won't elaborate. 🙂 Omg, the way he's looking at us, the smirk, the hair, the confidence, the messed up collar *bites laptop,* THE UNBUTTONED TOP AND PEEK OF CHEST HAIR

I'm trying to be normal rn but failing so hard sjsjsksjks Earth 1223 Miguel... I have feelings for you, sir 😩

Ok, let me calm down so I can show some love to Kira, too!! I LOVE THE SUIT!! I don't think I've ever seen the full suit before, so it's so cool to see more of it!! I love the face/mask part!! I haven't seen anything like that before, so it's very unique. And also, the back design!! Idk if it's meant to look like that, or it's just me, but I love the little heart shape part and how along with the spider legs of her emblem, it looks like a ballerina dancing!! Maybe that's just how it looks to me, but either way, it's so so cool!! 💕💕

Pookie!! I'm trying to focus on NC today, but now with Earth 1223 Miguel... I'm struggling to focus on NC!Miguel!! 🫣

Thank you for sharing this piece, pooks!! I'm going to be thinking about this for forever, I think. That smirk is doing something to me!! I need to lock in!😭

I hope you're having a beautiful day/night, pooks!! Pls take care!! 🥰💖💕💕

Alondra❤️

[forsworned]

do you actually like him or are you just ovulating?

[somepotatoes]

I’m going through withdrawals (haven’t had cock in my mouth for over a month)

[gourdyshome]

PUPPY ART IN CHASTITY LET'S TALK

poor baby is so so needy all the time, damn near pouncing on you and patrick when you get home. and patrick's good at saying no, he's good at restraining himself, but you? all it takes is one sniffle, a single tear in art's big blue eyes, and you're cooked.

when patrick's not there, the two of you go stupid with it. art whines and humps and paws at your panties until finally, you give in and let him taste you. and once he's tasted you, he just has to be inside you, needs to feel that wet heat milking his pretty little puppy cock. and once he's inside you, well, it's almost impossible for him to stop. he just wants to stuff you full :(

so patrick introduces the idea of chastity. he lets you pick out a cage for art, a pretty pink one with a little bell on the bottom. you're gonna have to wear this until you're properly trained, okay? art whines about it, but he wants to be good for you so badly, and he wants to be good for patrick so badly, so he agrees.

what he didn't know he was agreeing to, though, is having to watch patrick spread you open every night and fuck you senseless. what, puppy? just because you need training doesn't mean our sweet girl should suffer. this little cunt needs to be filled, one way or another. maybe if you're really good, i'll let you give her some sweet kisses afterwards, mkay? all art can do is whine and beg, his cock swelling against the cage, unable to get any relief as patrick pounds into you.

[elhimself]

it’s like an instinct to go on tumblr when you’re ovulating

[mossysnailz]

why do i feel both hot AND sad (im ovulating)