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ATLAB: Jetko- Exposed (Mini Sketch Comic)
Jet tricks Lee (Prince Zuko) into exposing himself as a fire bender. --- I made this on a whim, and I hope you enjoy it You can purchase the comic on Gumroad- https://gayskeletonart.gumroad.com/l/JetkoComicExposed?layout=profile
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minthara needs to bolt me down and strap me within an inch of my life tbh. i think that would fix me.
#ough hhhgh hjjj full of feelings full of want#drow mommy save me. save me drow mommy. mommy minthara save me.#personal.txt#simp.txt#snsfw
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This might be my last art posted of the year, so...
I've been wanting to do something...... with Hunter as a muse, and this happened not manifesting shower scene energy for S2
Ahaha, enjoy!
#snsfw#bad batch hunter#hunter bad batch#hunter tbb#tbb hunter#the bad batch hunter#the bad batch#tbb#tbb fanart#star wars#acj draws
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Adult Jenny Romero Pinup
Been wanting to draw more sexy ladies (in lingerie) so I started with one of my oc
#lingerie#snsfw#pinup art#jenny romero#digital art#drawing#my art#illustration#character design#should i draw more like this?
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Oluwande’s favourite view
(yes there is a full version of this but you gotta dm me for it lmao)
#jim jimenez#ofmd#my art#snsfw#the uncropped version is very not sfw#tealoranges#i have never drawn anything this smutty before what can i say#jim has seized hold of my braincell#WAIT I CROPPED MY SIGNATURE#posting anyways god
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me, with 2 hours of sleep:
no one:
not a single soul:
me: brain says make fic of helene spillane,,,, but she's actually mommy,,,, or exuding those mommy energies from her 5'1 fram so hard that the one time she accidentally absentmindedly calls maría 'good girl' and maría finds out she has a praise kink and it's all downhill (oh no she's going to be helene's good girl) from there
me, taking a deep breath: AND AND AND THEN helene just? doesnt stop??? she gets used to calling people dear and sweetheart with such an innocent tone and doesnt make note of it other than people seem to be more polite and faster in doing her requests especially around the lab when she's testing out the stone,,,, but maría's just a special case she LOVES to tease her beloved and if it works it works
me, visibly vibrating: then she accidentally says it front of the squad in one of the parties they were invited to and maría, pavlov'd complies with almost 0 thoughts and 😳😌, while everyone just goes 🤨🤨🤨 (bonus rémy going 😏😏😏)
#BRAIN SAYS SNSFW HOURS#snsfw#simp.txt#clown.txt#relics series#relics series my beloved#relics mc#helene spillane#maría garcía pérez#maría garcía pérez my beloved#maría x helene#insp#relics of the lost age
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OUGHHH HHH GOING INSANE IM!!!!! LITERALLY FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE TRYING NOT TO BLUSH RN BC IM IN PUBLIC BUT OUGH HHHHH HHHHH H OP this is ABSOLUTE fire & inspired and also PLS Kitty wondering if she's going into forbidden territory is SO real thats me rn!!!!
Conference Call
Summary: It's VECNA week: the Vermont Educational Conference for the Northeast Area, and Larissa is bored and lonely. A few clicks online and she hires a... friend for a few hours.
Warnings: Smut, smut, smut g!p, dirty talk, mommy kink, teacher/student roleplaying, swearing, unedited
Author's Note: Ummm so this kind of got away from me. Sorry not sorry.
It was that time of year again: VECNA week: the Vermont Educational Conference for the Northeast Area. If it weren’t for the fact that she was out of town at the most boring conference ever, she never would have considered even looking up the company. But the Vermont Educational Conference for the Northeast Area didn’t exactly inspire.
It had been a week, and she was homesick, and lonely, and sad, and perhaps a bit drunker than she’d care to admit.
And this hadn’t been the first time she considered doing something like this. It was just the first time she actually went through with it. And it made her feel sick, if she were being perfectly honest. Technically it was legal, but Larissa couldn’t help but let shame weigh down on her shoulders. Was she really so undesirable that she needed to buy someone else’s company?
That was all it was, she assured herself as she sipped her cocktail of Jim Beam and diet Coke. She was paying someone to come and be her friend for a night because no one at this conference was worth her time. And no one seemed particularly interested in interacting with an Outcast from Nevermore Academy. At least this way, she was guaranteeing conversation; guaranteeing companionship, if for only an evening.
Larissa sat on the edge of the hotel bed, which she had remade, and then remade again so that the corners were tighter and the sheets appeared crisper. Not that it mattered. It was a hotel, not her home. And this person was probably not going to be judging her bed. Still, Larissa had a reputation she liked to uphold, even with strangers.
She was starting to grow anxious as the minutes ticked by. She already put through her credit card information, so surely there would be no issue? Unless it was a scam. Oh dear, had she fallen for a ploy?
There came a sharp knock at her hotel door, the sound so sudden that Larissa nearly jumped out of her skin. Was that…? Larissa took another sip of her cocktail and set aside the glass before standing up and smoothing out the skirt of her dress. Her heart thudded uneasily in her chest. Maybe if she pretended she wasn’t there, then she could forget about the whole thing?
Larissa went over the door and opened it.
Before her stood a young woman with hair that she clearly attempted to straightened, but still tried resisting, certain sections insisting on creating a wave. It was a slightly imperfect detail that actually made Larissa relax. The woman in the doorway wasn’t perfect. She was a dream, but she wasn’t perfect, and that helped put Larissa at ease.
It wasn’t until she met the woman’s eyes that Larissa realized she probably should’ve shifted her appearance; kept this more anonymous. But it was too late now.
“Larissa?”
A fake name also might’ve been a better choice.
“Yes. Um, come in.” Larissa stepped aside and watched the young woman marvel at the hotel room as if she had never seen anything so nice. It had to be part of an act. Someone who did this line of work surely saw a lot of hotel rooms in her lifetime.
“So um, how has your day been?” Larissa asked, immediately cursing herself for sounding like an idiot.
The woman turned and smiled at Larissa, apparently finding her endearing. “Long. VECNA tends to get busy for me.”
“Is that so? Why?”
The woman raised her eyebrows, wondering if Larissa really wanted her to answer that. She gave the nicer. vague answer. “Lot of lonely teachers in an unfamiliar place.”
“And um… what shall I call you?” The website Larissa found didn’t actually give names, just pictures.
“What do you want to call me?” the young woman implored, and it suddenly became clear why the website didn’t have names. She saw Larissa’s uneasiness and gave a warm smile. “I answer to a lot of things. But tonight you can call me Kitty.”
“Kitty…” Larissa said slowly, tasting the name; testing the name. “Is that your real name?”
“Is Larissa yours?” Touche. It was, but Larissa did not do anything to confirm this. Kitty went on, “It’s short for Caiomhe.”
Larissa frowned faintly, not following the explanation. “I don’t quite see how Kitty is short for Caiomhe.”
Kitty grinned, giving a soft, embarrassed laugh. “It’s not. But you can’t go through middle school with the name Caiomhe.”
“Of course. Students can be cruel.” Larissa certainly knew about that. She also didn’t doubt that customers liked such a soft sounding name. “Would you like something to drink?” Words came a little easier to her now; knowing Kitty’s name certainly helped to soothe the nerves.
“No, thank you. I don’t drink on the job.”
Job. Right. Because that was what this was. She needed to remember that.
Kitty sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. She was so simple in her plain black cocktail dress, yet exuded elegance.
“So, what did you want to do tonight?” Kitty asked, her eyes imploring yet mischievous, head tilted to the side.
“Oh, I’m… I’m not really sure,” Larissa replied sheepishly. That was a lie. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, but now, suddenly faced with the question, she couldn’t bring herself to answer. How could she possibly voice to this stranger what she wanted?
Kitty saw the struggle in Larissa’s eyes, and gave a small, sympathetic smile. “Most people just want to talk,” she said.
“Really?”
“I mean sure, I get some people who want to take me out to dinner; pretend I’m their girlfriend. But most just… want someone to listen.” That was what made it legal. If sex happened, then it happened. But as far as the records were concerned, she was paid to hang out.
Kitty narrowed her eyes slightly as she studied Larissa, trying to guess what her mental roadblocks were. The woman just seemed so tense. “What brings you to VECNA?” she asked. Maybe conversation was the key.
“I’m a principal,” Larissa answered. “I run a boarding school… for Outcasts.”
Kitty perked up in recognition. “Nevermore?”
“So you’ve heard of it.”
“I used to be obsessed with it when I was younger,” Kitty confessed. “A boarding school for the strange and unusual; I wanted to go so badly.”
Larissa blushed, pleased and flattered that someone actually said a kind word about her dear academy. She sat on the bed next to Kitty, one hand holding her drink and the other hand resting on the bed.
“Okay, so you’re the headmistress of an elite boarding school…”
“Principal,” Larissa corrected.
“I think, tonight, you should be Headmistress.”
And like magic, Larissa’s shoulders relaxed. She downed the rest of her drink and set the now empty glass aside. She stood up and smoothed out her skirt. “And do you know why you’ve been sent to my office?”
Kitty immediately fell into her role. She sat on her hands, knees together. “Because I got caught touching myself in class.”
“Because you can’t help being a little slut, isn’t that so?” Larissa folded her arms across her chest.
She didn’t think she would slip into the fantasy so easily. She thought she would be trembling with unsteady nerves. Instead, Larissa slipped into the role as if she were slipping on her favorite heels.
Kitty pouted. “I’m sorry Headmistress. I couldn’t help it!”
“You never can. Tell me: did you slip your fingers in and out? Taste yourself when the teacher wasn’t looking?” When Kitty nodded, playing along, Larissa gave a wolfish grin. “And who were you thinking about when you were toying with your sweet little pussy?”
Kitty looked down, as if ashamed though Larissa saw no blush upon her cheeks. In fact, the corners of her mouth were curled upward; she was enjoying the game. Good.
Larissa tucked a finger under Kitty’s chin and forced her to look up. “Be a good girl, and tell me: who’s tongue were you imagining?”
“Yours, Headmistress.”
“Oh? Well, I suppose that puts us in a bit of a conundrum.” Larissa dropped her hand and stepped away from Kitty. She folded her arms across her chest and tilted her head to the side, as if she hadn’t already decided her next move. “See, you ought to be punished. Yet…”
“Yet?”
“I find myself at a crossroads. You should be bent over my desk; you should get a lashing for being so crude. But I think spanking you would just turn you on even more. Is that true?” Larissa leaned down over Kitty, hands planted on either side of the woman. “Maybe you’d like it a little too much.”
Kitty’s perfume was hypnotizing; she smelled like an azalea. Kitty could smell the Jim Beam on Larissa’s breath and she couldn’t help herself; she leaned forward and gently pressed her lips against Larissa’s. It wasn’t like she never kissed clients, but it was the first time she actually enjoyed it.
Larissa broke character, stunned by the small, affectionate gesture. She stared at Kitty, lips parted as if to ask why. Instead, she placed her hand on the back of Kitty’s head and pulled her in for a languid kiss, every movement of her tongue deliberate and precise.
And oh how Kitty relished in the attention. The kissing became hungry as Kitty craved more, needed more. She had never felt so… wanted.
Other clients pretended to want her. She knew the drill and it never bothered her. This was her life, and it paid damn well. But when they kissed her, if they kissed her, she could tell that they were imagining someone else, or just glad to have a warm body. It had never been about her.
This was about her. Larissa was kissing her.
Kitty pulled back from Larissa, and whispered, “Let me take care of you.”
“No,” Larissa said. For a brief moment, Kitty’s brow furrowed and she looked confused and even partially worried. Larissa pressed a kiss against the younger woman’s forehead, soothing her worries. “I’m going to take care of you.”
She put a hand against Kitty’s chest, guiding her to lay down on the bed. She wasted no time in getting on her knees.
Kitty’s heart fluttered, both with anticipation and adoration. She gasped softly when she felt Larissa press a kiss against her bare calf, then her knee, then her inner thigh. God it took so much strength for Larissa to go even this speed.
Larissa tucked her fingers into the waistband of Kitty’s black thong, taking a second to admire them.
“Adore Me,” Kitty said, propping herself up on her forearms.
“Pardon?”
“The panties. I get my lingerie from Adore Me. They have like a monthly subscription where they send you stuff. That’s probably my absolute favorite thing I got from them. Though I gotta say, I like it a lot better in your hands.”
“Is that so? Because I think it looks best on the floor.” Larissa tossed aside the thong and placed her hands on Kitty’s thighs, digging her nails in slightly. “Tell me what you like.”
“I’ll like whatever you do to me.”
That answer apparently wasn’t good enough. Kitty jolted as she felt a sudden, sharp slap against her cunt though she was immediately soothed by long strokes of skilled fingers. “Be a good girl, and tell me what you like.”
“That,” Kitty gasped. “I like… I like it when you call me a good girl.”
“I see. That’s unfortunate because you haven’t been a very good girl, have you? Touching yourself in class isn’t something good girls do.” Larissa slipped back into the roleplay, finding she did quite enjoy it and while she did ask Kitty what she wanted, Larissa was the one paying for the night. Give and take.
“I’m sorry, Headmistress,” Kitty whined. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“Because you’re a little slut.”
“Because I’m your little slut,” Kitty corrected, daring to hold Larissa’s gaze. “I just kept imagining your fingers inside of me, making me so, so wet.”
“Oh darling, you don’t need my help making you wet.” Larissa lowered herself back down between Kitty’s legs. She inhaled deeply, basking in the woman’s arousal. She couldn’t stand it any longer. Larissa dragged her tongue along the woman’s glistening slit, tasting Kitty’s desire.
Kitty gasped at the contact, swallowing her moan. She didn’t want to admit how good Larissa made her feel with only one swipe of her tongue; she wasn’t used to this. Some clients were clumsy. Some were terribly sweet and affection. But Larissa was something else entirely.
Larissa nipped at Kitty’s clit, making the younger woman yelp. “Don’t you dare keep quiet.” She returned to devouring Kitty’s pussy, and Kitty certainly did not hold back. She let herself moan and whine and beg for more.
“Please, god… fuck, it feels so good.” The feeling of Larissa lapping at her clit was divine; Kitty wrapped her legs around Larissa, holding her close, needing more. “F-fingers. Please, fingers.”
At Kitty’s request, Larissa pulled away, chin glistening. “Do you think you deserve my fingers?”
Kitty only managed a whine. God she needed Larissa so badly. Her lack of words earned her another sharp slap on her pussy, and a commanding, “Answer me,” from Larissa. “N-no,” she choked out. “No, I don’t. But I need them. I need you. Please.”
Larissa paused, pursing her lips.
Immediately sensing Larissa’s hesitancy, Kitty sat up. “Is everything okay?”
“Can we… do you mind if we try something?”
Normally she was uneasy when a client said something like that. But Larissa was… different. Even though it sounded corny as fuck, Larissa was special. So Kitty said, “Anything you want. Name it.” For a moment, Kitty worried that she sounded too overeager. That fear was allayed when she saw Larissa relax a little.
“I’m… I’m a shapeshifter. It’s what makes me an Outcast.” That obviously wasn’t what Larissa was worried about. Kitty could see in her blue, blue eyes that there was something more; something deeper. “And… well, I’ve never actually tried it before. But I… I find myself wanting to have you be my first. If you’ll have me.”
Kitty tilted her head to the side, not quite following what Larissa meant. Her first? The woman was clearly no stranger to sex; what was there possibly to take?
Then she added it all up, and when the sum made itself apparent, Kitty inhaled sharply. Not in disgust, or even shock, but in pure desire. She nodded, eyes practically glowing in excitement.
Larissa stepped away from the bed and turned her back to Kitty. She breathed deeply as her fingers fumbled with her dress, feeling Kitty’s eyes on her.
The moments passed agonizingly slow; Kitty had sat up at this point, rubbing her thighs together to feel some sweet friction without pushing herself over the edge. And as much of a cliche as it was, her jaw did indeed drop when Larissa turned around.
Every inch of her was perfect: the swell of her breast, the curve of her waist, the place where her thighs met. And right there among it all…
Larissa stepped closer, her cock hard with desire. Kitty didn’t even hesitate to get off the bed and down onto her knees. She took hold of the throbbing member, her touch curious yet gentle. She lips ghosted along the shaft, and Larissa swallowed a moan, the sensation more intense than she ever imagined.
“Can I?” Kitty whispered against Larissa’s tip, and when she saw Larissa nod, she immediately took the cock into her mouth.
And oh god what a sensation it was. Larissa immediately threaded her fingers through Kitty’s hair, making sure she kept her pace slow and steady. This was completely new to her and it was almost overwhelming. She already wanted to cum, wanted to see thick rivulets of white spill down the side of Kitty’s perfect hot mouth. Just imagining such a sight nearly sent her over the edge, but Larissa held back.
Then Kitty dared to take Larissa’s cock all the way down her throat and made a gagging noise. Was it real or just part of the show? Larissa didn’t care, she loved it all the same.
“Good girl,” she cooed. “Take all of me; choke on Mummy’s cock.”
Larissa’s voice faded as Kitty continued to take all of her, slurping and slobbering. Finally, right when Larissa was certain she would lose control, Kitty pulled away, spit dribbling down her chin. She planted one more kiss against Larissa’s cock before getting up and bending over the bed.
For just a moment, Larissa relished in the sight of this young woman spread and dripping for her.
She slid her cock into Kitty’s wet pussy and both women groaned in pleasure.
“Fuck,” Kitty hissed as Larissa started moving in and out. She reached down between her own legs to rub her clit as Larissa kept thrusting. “Fuck, Mommy, your cock is s-so good.”
Larissa thrust harder, feeling bliss in a way she had never felt before. She could barely hear Kitty’s whines, so consumed with her own pleasure. “That’s it, take Mummy’s cock,” she growled, hand finding Kitty’s hair and pulling.
She wasn’t going to last long like this. The dirty talk thrilled her, and Kitty too.
“Please make me cum, Mommy,” Kitty begged as Larissa’s thrusting picked up speed and she kept furiously rubbing at her clit. Her legs were shaking as an orgasm unexpectedly rocked through her body.
The sight of Kitty’s quivering form and the feeling of her orgasm tearing through her sent Larissa over the edge. She gave one final thrust and held herself inside of Kitty, filling her up.
Both women breathed heavily as they slowly came down from their high. With great reluctance, Larissa pulled out of Kitty and cum dripped out of Kitty’s sopping cunt, trickling down her inner thigh.
Unable to resist, Larissa lowered herself and dragged her tongue along Kitty’s slit, tasting their mingled cum. It was divine.
Neither of them said a word for a few minutes, hearts hammering too loudly to hear one another.
Larissa lay down on the bed, feeling her lower half shift back to her usual form. She watched Kitty slip into the bathroom to clean up. She closed her eyes, her mind completely blank for once. No worries, no cares, just darkness. How wonderful.
The sound of a lock grabbed her attention and she sat up to see Kitty about to slip out the door.
“Wait,” Larissa said without thinking. But then she remembered what this all was: a business transaction. The fantasy melted away.
But to her surprise, Kitty did indeed hesitate at the door. The young woman turned. She’d been booked for the night, and sleeping over wasn’t part of the deal. But maybe… maybe an exception could be made. Just this once.
“Will you stay?” Larissa asked softly.
“If you’ll have me.”
Larissa nodded, and Kitty relocked the door. She shed her dress and slipped into the bed beside Larissa. And as Larissa pressed a kiss to her temple, Kitty wondered if she had allowed herself to cross over into forbidden territory: falling in love with a client.
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#definitely not sorry posting on main im small and gay and hot for mommy rn <3#hehe :3#larissa weems#larissa weems x reader#snsfw#nsft#fic recs
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DOTA: Davion- Come Little Mouse
Davion from DOTA: Dragon's Blood seduces his squire, Bram CONTAINS 39 VARIANTS I worked super hard on this so I hope you like it ... You can purchase this piece and its variants on Gumroad- https://gayskeletonart.gumroad.com/l/DavionPinUp?layout=profile
#GayskeletonArt#DOTA#dota: dragon's blood#dragon's blood#Davion#SNSFW#Gay#gay art#buff men#body hair#pin up
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sorry for being horny on main but i need a tall milf to manhandle me RN and—
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op i have read this after i woke awhile ago and i have been blushing nonstop the whole day giggling and thinking abt this no joke!!!!!!
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(A Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader ~1.5K Word Oneshot) (NSFW: G!P; Face-Fucking; Lewd Language; Praise; Mommy Kink)
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Fuck, she felt good.
So good.
So heavenly. So right.
Even in the state she was in, moaning and huffing and growling with desire, head thrown back with her eyes bared to the ceiling. As though she was thanking the gods for your body and the pleasure you were willing to give her. No. Not give her. The pleasure you were willing to give up. That she was willing to take. Grasping your head in the way that she was, her knuckles turning red and bruised with the way she wedged them between your hair and the wall. Digging her fingers into your locks as though she’d make it to your skull if she pressed hard enough. Just keeping you there. Keeping you just right.
“Don’t move,” she panted earlier, her accent coming second to the raspy husk of her tone. So deep in pleasure she was- so lost to her own instincts.
Your poor lover. Your dear Larissa. She’d regret being so rough in a few hours, when you have trouble moving your neck and your throat is raw and scratchy - but you’ll comfort her as you always do and tell her that if she asked to do it again in a few days, you wouldn’t hesitate to say yes.
As it were, she didn’t even ask. The situation simply fell into both sets of your hands. Your pretty darling, unable to take care of herself after she got ready for the banquet, nearly out the door when the mental image of you in lingerie had her stumbling back to the bed and nearly ripping off her panties with haste to take her ecstasy into her own hands. And then you, walking into the room to grab her and greet the guests, only to find her on the side of the bed, rutting against her slim pretty fingers. She looked beautiful in her sweet flush-cheeked glory, but her palm was slippery and clumsy and she hadn’t gotten herself off in so long that you just had to help. How cruel it would have been to leave her like that.
And so, as you teased, came the escalation.
And so, as you moaned around her length, the true admittance of desire.
And so, your head pressed against the wall, your legs trembling and spread out in front of you, and the weight of her cock pressed against the back of your throat. Bullying it to bruise as she pumped her hips with unmatched strength and then held you there, her plush thighs quivering when your lips and nose pressed to the light curls at the base of her cock. Sheathing herself inside you, using you with a pathetic amount of need. Doubled over at the waist and eyes rolling back with an overwhelming- burning- amount of pleasure once your body’s instincts kick in and your throat squeezes the sensitive curve of her shaft. Constricting around her to the point where it makes you both ache and it makes your chest stutter and she’s forced to wrench herself away while pushing your head back against her fingertips, even though there’s nowhere else for you to go. Huffing and puffing and breathing so deeply while she watches you gasp for breath and shiver.
Eyes meeting while the spit from the red of your lips and the pink tip of her cock only spiderwebs and dips - not even destroyed by gravity before she’s pushing herself forward again and pressing herself to your mouth; waiting with desperate wanting eyes as you recover and open yourself up for her again. And again. And again - and again - and again. Over and over and over. Until your vision is blurred with tears, and your face is warm and stiff from some long dried and some still falling, collecting by your chin to mix with the drool that spills from your lips. A steady stream of your devotion, given and taken willingly - with enthusiastic consent as she pushed you against the wall and lined you up with her cock and you nearly fell over the edge on the spot; happy to help your darling lover. Happy to have her want you. Happy to please her and listen to her whines as she feels herself get close.
“P-please- right there- yes. T-take it. Take it. Deeper. Yesss.” Arching her back and clenching the muscles in her legs, making you moan with appreciation at the feel of her strength beneath your hands. Palms running over her calves and her shins and her thighs, desperate to make her feel good- so good. And letting your own eyes close when she leans over and whimpers, trying to control her breathing long enough to praise you. To tell you-
“Good- ungh- girl - fuck, oh gods- so- so good to me- f-for me… for- Mo-Mommy!” Both of your bodies humming with pure delight when she gives herself her honorable title, inhaling on a sharp breath before the most erotic moan slips out of her perfectly painted mouth. Red lips opening and closing, white teeth pressing together, hissing and growling as you tug her closer and keep her cock in your throat; the weight of it pressed to your tongue, the feel of it against the roof of your mouth as you try to swallow. All of it heavenly and soft and something divine as she slows down and eases herself in as far as she can go- until your chin brushes the softness of her balls and the tip of your nose prods the ticklish curls near her groin.
“Through your nose, darling,” she speaks slowly, softly, her beautiful chest rising and falling with short breaths as you do as told and take a moment to fight through the instinctive urge to gag. Allowing time to slow as you keep your eyes on hers and watch her nod while a slow smile crawls across her lips- unspoken praise falling from her as she hears and sees the way you inhale, inhale, inhale, hold it, and then exhale, exhale, exhale - your throat working around her cock while you train yourself to take it.
Always.
Any day.
Anywhere.
Your lower back numb from the feeling of sitting on the floor for so long, your panties ruined beyond belief as you leak and twitch and throb in tandem with your lover’s body, your brain fuzzy and your throat sore and your ears kind of ringing - but finding none of it matters when she looks down at you with wide eyes and feels you moan around her length and is suddenly pressing you so close, so hard, that you can’t breathe at all.
Drooling and groaning and whimpering as she pumps herself into your warm mouth, hips moving like mad with unchecked desire as her breath catches in her throat.
“Oh baby- baby I’m gonn- gonna- fuck darl-ing. Momm-Mommy’s gonna- gonna cum- please- pleasepleaseplease- please let me-”
And you don’t even hesitate to nod, using your tongue to lap at the sides of her pretty cock as she moves, silently begging her to cum down your throat- hard and fast and pleasurable enough to see fucking stars- as tears build in your eyes. Blinking them away quickly, your nails digging into her thighs, your body in flames with ecstasy as she meets your gaze and her lips fall open and she whimpers your name in a small squeak while the thick of her cock twitches. Spasms. Folded over you, forehead nearly pressed to the wall, as she keeps you there- keeps you there- keeps you there-
-yes!
Yes!
Fuck Larissa! Fuck you feel so- so- good- god yes!
And a fulfilling, satisfying warmth spills down the back of your throat, fast and thick as she shudders and groans and feels the way you constrict around her when you swallow it all without pause. Like it’s second nature, taking it like your life’s fucking duty, such a good little cockslut for Larissa Weems as you close your eyes and ignore the tears and the drool and the burn and the numb and the desire and instead focus on the way she finally breathes with unparalleled relief. Knowing her sweet girl is there to take her cum whenever she wants- to feel her in her throat or around her fingers or her tongue or resting on her lips- always eager to be of service. To be a good girl and take your Mommy like the desperate little whore you are. Her chest filling with breath while the last of her climax runs through her body; her pretty cock twitching and throbbing with aftershocks until the last of her cum is lapped up and you’re pushing against her thighs - telling her with as much kindness as you can for her to step back so you don’t pass out. And when she does, shivering and taking her hands away from your head and gently leaning it against the wall to slide stray bits of hair back behind your ears, your own chest heaves with delight. Grateful for the air, savoring the last of her in your mouth- salty and human and all hers, and happy to remove your shaking hands from her thighs so you can reach up and wipe the spit from your mouth.
“You did so well for me darling,” you hear her hum a moment later. “You always do.”
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My fucking dream come true. Have a good day. Love you lots. - Rip x
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(Too tired for tags today sorry darlings)
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trauma // c. oftana
entry #55
TW: pedophilia eve talks with a heavy heart
eve stayed in the living room, her legs up and her arms wrapped around it, her knees underneath her chin. she wasn’t affected by stories like those anymore, but this one hit differently, she just couldn’t figure out why. ‘why now?’ she thought. ‘i was okay. i was doing well. i can’t tell calvin about this. especially with khalel having a fever.’
but before she could compose herself, calvin appeared from the kitchen and reached for the remote. “leloy’s asleep, looks like he’s feeling better. ena told me that she’d be skipping work tomorrow for him.”
“that’s nice,” she murmured. she willed herself to sound relieved like she was not feeling anything other than worry for the baby. “i’m glad.”
calvin sat down beside her and dropped the remote. “are you okay?”
“i’m fine,” she replied. “i’m fine. khalel is who we should be worried about. good that he’s feeling better.”
he turned his body to face her. “eve.”
“i’m fine,” she stressed. “i’m fine.”
but calvin wouldn’t have it. he wrapped his arms around her and said, “you’re not okay and i want to know why. i need to know why. i want to help you. please let me help you. please, eve. please.”
eve leaned on him and began to sob. “i’m supposed to be okay. i’m supposed to have healed. why is everything coming back to me like it just happened yesterday.” she clutched his shirt and said, “i can’t do this, calvin. i can’t talk about it. not now.”
he kissed the top of her head. “okay. okay. i won’t force you. you tell me when you’re ready.”
days passed and eve could tell calvin was worried sick about her. khalel was feeling much better so that was one relief. the baby was supposed to be with them that week but calvin had asked ena to take care of him for awhile.
everyday, calvin would sit very close to her that sometimes she could hardly breathe. but she knew it was because he loved her and wanted her to feel better. she wanted to tell him already, but she wasn’t ready yet. maybe soon.
one day, calvin was having a bad day, but he still continued to care for her. after a slight inconvenience with the microwave, eve had had enough. it was bad enough that he was trying his best to make her feel better, she couldn’t possibly feel like she was a burden.
“my munchkin,” she called after his fifth curse. “can you come here for a second?”
“you want anything from the kitchen?” he asked.
she smiled. even when things were going south, he still wanted to make her feel that he loved her. “maybe some hot cocoa with marshmallows?”
“you got it, my penguin.”
after a few minutes, calvin approached her with two mugs in his hands. “alright, here’s your cacoa, and here is mine.” he placed them down on the coffee table and warned her it was still hot. “can’t have you burning your tongue. you won’t be able to feel mine.” he smirked.
she giggled and then instructed him to sit beside her. he did so and locked her in an embrace from behind. “i’m ready to tell you.”
“really?” he asked, surprised. “don’t force yourself, my penguin. it’s okay if you aren’t really ready to.”
“no,” she said while shaking her head. “i’m ready.”
and with a deep breath, she exhaled and started.
“when i was fifteen, i made an online friend. he was much older. i think early thirties, if i’m not mistaken. he was very nice at first. and well, i don’t really know what happened but at some point, we talked a lot about sex.”
she felt his hold on her tighten. “did he force you to do anything?”
she shook her head. “that’s the thing. he didn’t have to force me to do anything. i allowed myself to do it. i was fifteen and i thought i was all grown up. you know, an adult.” she scoffed. “how wrong i was.”
she leaned her head back onto his chest. “pictures were sent back and forth. at first, it was innocent, then it became a bit more revealing…until finally, everything was off.” she sniffled. “i didn’t think much of it during those moments. i didn’t think there was anything wrong with it at all. then one day, we just stopped communicating. i don’t remember how that happened, i don’t know how it happened but it just…vanished. and i guess that was a good thing.”
“it was a good thing.”
“it was, yes.” she sighed. “i think that’s one reason why my depression sort of like, activated, or something. at some point, i knew it was wrong but i ignored it.” she sniffled again. “i…i don’t know what happened to him after that. probably went to jail. sodomized. killed. i don’t know, i don’t care.”
calvin kissed the top of her head. “i’m sure he got what he deserved. for corrupting an innocent mind. for making you feel dirty.”
she swallowed. “i’ve always wondered what would happen if i realized how wrong that was at an early point.” she shrugged. “he probably victimized others as well. pedophiles don’t stop until they’re caught. well, those who do something about their sick mind.”
they both shifted on the couch, allowing themselves to fully face each other. they didn’t speak. they just looked into each other’s eyes. hers glistened as her tears fell, and his were boring into hers, as if she was all he could see. and maybe she was.
“calvin,” she started, “i’m sorry for not telling you sooner. i got scared.”
“no,” he said. he raised his hand and wiped her tears away before holding her chin. “no. i get why you didn’t want to say anything. what happened to you was very traumatizing, yes. and i don’t blame you for whatever you did.”
“but–”
“no.” he raised his other hand and his thumb rubbed her cheek. “no. it wasn’t your fault. none of it was, okay? and i know what you’re thinking. know that i don’t love you any less. i am glad you told me about this, it’s going to help me understand you more. and i want to understand you more. i love you and nothing will ever change that.”
she nodded and looked down, but calvin tilted her head up. “hey. i promise, i will help you get through everything you need. i’ll be right here beside you. forever.”
she smiled “thank you.”
he leaned in to kiss her. it was soft and gentle. eve knew he did not want to go straight at it. he probably didn’t want to shock her after listening to her story. it was her who deepened the kiss, her who asked for entrance, which he willingly complied.
“i don’t feel dirty when i’m with you,” she mururmed against his lips.
“yeah?” he smiled, his lips grazing hers. “i’m glad.”
they separated and calvin brought her close to him. “thank you for telling me.”
“i was afraid you’d be disgusted.”
“no. no. never.” he tucked her head under his chin. “our hot cocoa is getting cold.”
“i’m getting cold,” she said.
he smiled. “i can warm you up.”
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does anyone else finish writing and just not know where they are?
this happens when I play The Sims as well but that is a different conversation
1722 words and 3 hours later. my friend texted me when I got inspired so I know when exactly my brain got devoured by this fic. it was 5:08 pm. I stopped at just before 9 pm. my brain hurts.
I like that some people post the last line they wrote on Threads (are you all on there?) so I'm gonna copy that here cause, wow, it is spicy. y'all know me like that. Threads don't know me like that. oh, did I forget to mention this is an Evans x reader fic? yeah, enjoy my last line more with that knowledge.
"The scrape of his tongue over where he'd marked you himself with the mirror image of the flower on his neck, had you wanton and whimpering."
this is the first thing I'm writing on the first laptop that I bought for myself. yep I did that. I'm so proud of me. used my adult money to improve my adult life. instead of buying plushies or stickers or digital items that wont improve my physical life. I technically wrote another short fic on here but that was with the Bluetooth keyboard so it doesn't count.
it's good though. I like it a lot. very spicy. I'm not good at writing overtly smutty content. I turned my head away at some points like it wasn't happening, hahaha. the resources I reblogged are helping a lot along with some posts from @empty-sigh (NSFW), @regencyroaster, @sarahdonald87 (SNSFW), and @babyjakes (NSFW) to name a few.
I suddenly remembered once I came back to reality that this was supposed to be a Christmas fic. I'm 50/50 on things being obviously holiday-themed. I like it when things are more evergreen. I wrote 'winter holiday". Should I just say Christmas? Maybe mention "you quickly lit the candles to enhance the soft, warm lights on the Christmas tree"? What do you think?
#chris evans fandom#chris evans fanfiction#chris evans#chris evans x reader#writers on tumblr#writers in tumblr#coming soon#spoilers#i hope you all like it#when i'm done
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