#Suck My wifes toes while your inside her

[thickasseswithprettysoles]

Krystal Renee Riddles Sexy Spread Thighs and Sexy Feet.

[bi-writes]

Ooo ooo ooo know what I think Simon in MOB would love?? a fashion show after he picks up his girl from shopping. I mean she seems like the kinda of girl to show off what she got, cuz simply she’s just so excited and he’s just so grateful for a show from his little love

mail-order bride (18+)

it's always raining lately. the weather has been cooling as the winter months get closer, and the rain has been a constant reminder of the days coming that would be spent inside.

simon didn't mind spending time inside. he liked being inside, in his house, away from others. when he was home, it was just you there. thing 1 and thing 2 occasionally appear, but it's you that takes up the space in the kitchen watching your dough rise impatiently, you that takes up that corner spot on the couch with your favorite knit blanket with a terrible movie on. the sight of that, he'll never get over it--he'll never get used to the pretty girl that lives in his house and wears his ring and sleeps in his bed and says his last name when they ask her, "your name, ma'am?"

his phone buzzes in his pocket as he ducks his head to get into his truck. he pulls it out, sighing, starting up the car when he reads your message.

all done! waiting at the corner.

when he turns onto the main street, he sees you standing at the corner with your umbrella, waving at him with a big smile. he can't help the one that blooms under his mask; fuck, he's beaming whenever he looks at you.

he puts the car in park, coming out to greet you. you hop on your toes as he comes around the car, and he dips his head under the umbrella as you stand high on your toes and kiss him over his mask.

"simon--"

"missed ya."

"it's only been a few hours--"

"'s too cold ta be out 'ere, baby, let's get ya inside."

you hum as he smooths his hands over your jaw, giving you another kiss through the mask before picking up the shopping bags that you're holding. he takes the umbrella from you, holding it as he guides you off the curb and into the passenger side of the car. he smacks your ass gently as you hop up, and you squeak when you sit down, giggling as you push at his chest.

"simon!"

"wot? wot did i do?"

"you're a dog, i swear."

"dunno wot y'mean, baby, tha's my wife in my car, and she looks bloody lovely."

you bite your lip, shaking your head.

"get in the car, simon, jeez..." you whisper, but your mind is running, and simon is looking way too good in this leather bomber jacket get-up he decided to pull out today. fuck, his arms have never looked so big, have they? has he been working out more?

just as he leans in for more, you put a hand on his chest, smiling down at him.

"slow, down, simon..." you touch your nose to his. "i got a surprise for you. let's go home, hmm?"

simon always skirts over the speed-limit, but you hold his hand extra tight as he swerves a little more than usual on the way home.

when you make it inside the warmth of your house, simon helps you take your jacket and boots off, hanging everything by the door and ripping his mask off so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck and kiss you there, his words muffled as he tries to talk between kisses, as if not kissing you might deprive him of something as necessary as breath.

"wot's the surprise?" he whispers, and you turn around to face him, giggling as he cups your cheeks and kisses you firmly, on the mouth, feverish and eager. "taste like chocolate, buy some sweets while ya were out, did ya?"

"simon--"

"fuckin' hell, don't say my name like tha'," simon groans, backing you up until you hit the wall with a gentle thud. his hand slips into your hair to cushion it, his hand taking the weight of the wall as he kisses you again, harder this time. "so pretty, tell me--"

"simon!" you laugh, "just go sit down...sit, you're so impatient--"

he can't sit still. his knee is bouncing as he sits on the couch, and he sucks on his teeth as he watches the door of your bedroom. it's closed, and he can hear you moving around behind it. a few moments later, you open the door just slightly, poking your head out with a sheepish smile.

"ready, simon?"

"fuckin' hell, ready since the day i was born."

you swing open the door, bouncing into the living room. simon raises his fist to his mouth, biting on it, and he curses under his breath when he sees you wearing the most adorable dress he's ever seen.

it won't see the light of day for a few months since it's nearing winter, but you could wear it at home all you like (he hopes you wear it every fucking day).

it's cherry red. big fluffy skirt, made up of many layers. it's made of linen, with a sweetheart neckline and short sleeves, and it is perfectly tailored to you. simon closes his eyes for a moment, fuckin' get it together, mate, and when he opens them again, you're standing there in the living room, very sheepish, hands behind your back.

"do...do you like it?" you ask. "i...they had this dress there when i went a couple weeks ago, but none of them fit, so i...i asked if we could take my measurements, and..."

"jesus fuckin' christ," simon breathes, leaning his head back against the couch. "baby, please stop talkin'. just for a minute, olright?"

"oh...okay."

simon takes a deep breath. he raises his palms to his eyes, and he rubs them hard. he keeps his eyes closed as he shifts his hips, smoothing a big palm down his stomach before taking a look at you again. he groans a little when he sees you again, standing there all shy, timid, nervous.

"give me a spin, luv," simon murmurs. you take the hem of your skirt and do a small twirl for him, spinning on your toes in the living room. simon clenches his jaw as he watches the skirt flutter a little, the layers underneath swishing and then falling over your thighs again. simon adores a good skirt; it's his favorite thing in the world to put his hands up them, to fondle the lace or cotton of your panties underneath it, to watch your chest rise and fall in panting breaths when he takes you apart with his fingers. he's in love with the way your breasts will fill the neckline of your dress, practically spill over when you bend at the hip and present yourself for him.

christ, he needs to fuck you.

simon cups himself through his jeans, and he relishes in the way your eyes widen. he unbuckles his belt, popping the button and shoving his jeans down until they sit just low enough that he can take himself out. your knees buckle a little as you watch him, your lips parting as you stare at the way he spits into his hand and spreads his wet palm over the tip of him.

"simon," you whisper, your hands wringing together as he tilts his head to the side and smooths his hand down his length. he grunts, shaking his head.

"pull y'r dress down," he murmurs, and you grow warm all over. your toes curl a bit; he's so big, tip nice and wet and pink. the girth of him shocks you, but it's always felt so nice in your mouth. you know how good it'll feel inside you, when you sit on him finally, when he-- "pull it down, baby."

you swallow hard, slipping the sleeves down your shoulders a little. you push it down just a little, just until your tits fall over the neckline and spill out. simon groans loud, his hand moving just a little faster, his head shaking a little more.

"come 'ere, baby," he says lowly, patting his lap. "come 'ere, let me put my mouth on ya."

you walk over shakily, making your way to him. you put your hands on the back of the couch before you settle with both knees on either side of him. as soon as your tits dangle in his face, he's leaning up and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. you gasp, arching your back, and even with your skirt covering your laps, you can still hear the wet slap, slap, slap of simon's wet palm frantically pumping his cock.

"fuck--fuck," simon croaks, letting your go. there's a bit of drool pooling along the side of his mouth, and he swallows it down before nodding towards you. "sit back, sweet'art, let me see--"

you put one palm on his knee, leaning back, and use your other hand to gather up your skirt and lift it. simon sucks on his teeth as he sees your cunt, wet panties sticking to it, and he moves his hand a little faster.

"please cum, simon," you beg, your fingers pushing your panties aside. his face falters a little, his hand moving just a little sloppier, and you whimper. "please--please give it to me--"

he lets out a low breath as he cums, aiming at your cunt and watching as he paints your folds. you use your fingers to spread it, dipping your fingers inside yourself with a whine before moving them against your clit gently. simon uses his other hand to grip your hip, drawing you just close enough that he can smooth his cock through your folds, spreading your slick and his own cum and making a mess between your thighs. he chuckles, hearing you cry out, and you meet his eyes with tears.

"just the tip," you beg, moving your fingers along your clit faster. simon grins, so mean, licking his lips. he makes no move to help you, but he doesn't put himself back in his pants, either. "simon, j-just the tip--c-can i have just the tip?"

"oh, just the tip, luvvie?" simon murmurs. "think ya can take it? just tha'?"

"please--!"

your fingers are in a frenzy. it's so close, you can feel it, that beautiful mountain, you're climbing it, clawing your way up, and you just need a little more.

"simon!"

you nearly fall backwards. if it wasn't for his hand gripping your hip, you would've, but he catches you easily, his brows furrowing together as the tip of him slips inside of you nice and easy. your hips jerk a bit, rolling as you use just that much of him inside of you to bring yourself closer and closer and closer--

"fuck," simon breathes when he feels you cum. you tighten, sucking him in just a little more as you spill around him. globs of sticky slick pool along his cock, and you use a shaky hand to grip him gently and keep him there. even with just the tip, it feels so nice to be connected to him, to have him inside you, even just a little. your brain feels fuzzy and warm, your legs feeling blissfully weak as your spine melts a little into his hand just enough. he leans you forward until you're resting on his chest, and you squeak when he slips out of you. simon wraps his arms around your waist to keep you close, and your eyes flutter shut as you mouth at his neck absentmindedly.

"can't wait for it," you whisper against his skin. he's hot there, a little sweaty, and you lick timidly up his jaw to taste him. he grips your hair tight, smiling, and he pulls you back just a little so he can look into your eyes.

"and wot are y'gonna wear when i finally have ya, aye?"

you smile back, giggling soft.

"absolutely nothing, of course."

[farity]

Always

"Not like this!"

You listened to your husband and his mother, frustration growing inside you as Alicent stalled and hesitated when faced with attacking Rhaenyra.

From your perch across the room, you could see the moment Aemond understood, the moment it sank in that his own mother would not act against her friend. Against the woman who had never answered for her transgressions. The woman who did as she pleased. The woman who wanted him "sharply questioned" as a child as he sat, bleeding after losing an eye.

Aemond stormed off, and you discreetly blended back into the shadows and took a different route to where you thought you would find him.

Your slippers made no sound as you went around the side of the keep, heading to the fields that led to where Vhagar rested.

"Your Highness."

You turned back to see Ser Criston Cole. You knew how loyal he was to Alicent and considering the rumor that he and Rhaenyra had once been close meant that you regarded him with some wariness.

"Ser Criston, I am in a hurry-"

"I know," he said, and leaned in closer. "I am at Prince Aemond's bidding." He looked troubled and almost apologetic as he continued. "I cannot support this waiting, this delay of action." He bowed to you and went back to the armory, and left you wondering if the tides were turning.

You ran the rest of the way, seeing your husband walking along, head down. He heard you approaching and turned. "This is not a good time, wife."

"I swore to be by your side in both triumph and turmoil, Aemond. 'Until the end of my days', remember?"

He whirled around, silver hair shimmering in the afternoon light. "I will not tolerate any more betrayal. Many have sworn their fealty," he spat out, and grabbed your arm, "and many have broken that trust."

You stared levelly at him. "Yet others may be breaking their oaths to come to your side. And I," you grabbed the front of his jacket, pulling him to you, "will not be doubted in my loyalty and devotion to you."

His blue eye bore into yours, and you did the only thing that came to mind - you rose on your tip toes and kissed him. He was still for a moment, and then you caught his lower lip between your teeth, squeezing gently before letting go.

"You do not want me right now, wife."

You smiled softly. Did he know? Did he realize that just the sound of his voice or the scent of his skin was enough to undo you? "I always want you, Aemond."

When he didn't move, you slowly began to sink to your knees before him, looking up to gauge his reaction. There was something else in his gaze now, not just the anger and resentment that had been there before, and you knew you'd chosen right. You reached up to run your hand down the front of his breeches and he quickly caught your wrist. "Be careful, little wife. I am not in the gentlest of moods."

In response, you ripped off the laces on your bodice, letting the top of your gown fall loosely around your bare shoulders. You raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to walk away.

When he lunged at you, you gasped, finding yourself on your back a moment later, his hands busily pulling the fabric until your breasts were bared and then his mouth was on one rosy peak and you moaned, arching into him, feeling the desperation in his hands, in the way he was kneeing your legs apart.

You whimpered when you felt him reach between your thighs, finding you already soaked for him. "All this for me?"

"You. Only you." You let his tongue invade your mouth, his need to taste and touch one you were more than ready to satisfy. Reaching down, you began to undo the lacing at his breeches, wanting more and more now that you were both so frenzied. His fingers continued to reach deep inside you, and you could feel the simmering heat of an orgasm not too far away. "Please, Aemond," you begged. "Please."

He pulled out his fingers, sucking on them while he reached down with his other hand and stroked himself once, twice, and then began to push inside you.

He snapped his hips, filling you to the hilt, and you gasped, breathing to let your body adjust. "I told you," he murmured, "I am not in the gentlest of moods."

In response, you wrapped your legs around him, reached up to pull him down to you. "I don't want gentle," you whispered against his mouth.

He began fucking you, and you knew it would be quick, brutal. There was no room for gentleness, not in the way his mouth clamped down on your jaw, not in the way your nails sank into his ass.

The swirling heat inside you flared into an almost painful orgasm that had you screaming while Aemond grabbed fistfuls of your hair, desperate to keep you in place as he continued pounding into you.

You were still contracting around him when you felt him harden even more inside you and then he buried his face in your hair, groaning as he came, his breathing loud in your ear as he reached his own release.

Neither of you moved for a long time, other than you stroking his hair while he nuzzled your cheek. Eventually, he rose on his elbow, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. "Did I hurt you?"

You smiled against his mouth. "Never."

He pressed his forehead against yours. "You are the greatest treasure in my life."

You reached up to caress his scarred cheek. "I think that honor belongs to Vhagar. I would not wish to incur her wrath."

"Vhagar is the biggest treasure in my life," Aemond replied, smirking, "you are the greatest."

You would tell him about what Ser Criston had said, later, but for now, you were happy to simply hold him in your arms, a rare moment of peace amidst the happenings in the realm.

[savannahsdeath]

heyy! this is my first time asking a request but can you do more mafia ellie? i love her sm omg 🤭

MAFIA!ELLIE X READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! mentions of ellie not having time for reader;(( finger sucking? cum eating just smut and ellie ending up shoving her fingers in your mouth because .

writers note: inspired by @seattlesellie 's fic though hers about abby 🤭(read it here) .. i found it days ago and just couldnt get this out of my head goshhh and finding it again was so hard !!

: ̗̀➛ "yeah, good fuckin' job." ellie mumbled in a raspy whisper.

you could see her arm muscles tense as her grip on her phone tightened. you bit your lip and threw your head back, leaning it on her shoulder.

it wasn't supposed to be like that. not at all.

: ̗̀➛ she told you she has a day off - well, she's her own boss, so she could have one any day, but her job is hard to take a break of. there's always some problems or complications. or unexpected calls, like this one. of course, she apologised a hundred times before picking it off (not really, she just murmured a half-assed 'sorry, babe'), but it didn't make it any less annoying.

: ̗̀➛ so you ended up pressed against her chest with legs spread wide open, making room for her right hand, which, much to your surprise, didn't slid out of you.

"ellie—" you let out a desperate mewl, feeling her fingers slow down as her focus shifted to the person on the phone.

she shushed you, planting a loving kiss on your neck, which only added fuel to your neediness.

"i know." she whispered, curling her fingers inside of you to prove her point. she straightened up as if whoever she was talking with could see her previous posture. "uhh, yeah... could you repeat?"

her every move would force a sound out of the back of your throat, every touch of her lips on your neck whenever she wasn't the one speaking left dark marks on your skin. you held onto her hand, digging your nails into her forearm what didn't bother her at all. being silent wasn't easy, it took lots of self-control which disappeared in ellie's presence.

: ̗̀➛ it was even harder when the "good fuckin' job" turned out to be something more like "fucked job". that's when you finally earned her focus. her fingers found the perfect way to calm her down, take some anger out and let her listen to your beautiful moans. you really tried to be quiet, but all you could do is purse your lips, what only muffled all the little whimpers.

"look, if you don't figure it out till tomorrow, you're fucking dead." she hissed, her frustration spreading through her whole body - from head to toes.

you felt the electricity cumulating in her fingers, you felt how mad she was. oh, yes, you felt that.

"i—" you whined, tugging on her arm to get even more of the attention.

"hushh..." she clicked her tongue, turning back to her phone. "i'm not kidding. your wife's gonna get your head as a christmas gift, if i'll feel generous."

every single word that escaped her mouth caused another gasp from you, because you didn't really listen to how harsh her statement was, you just enjoyed her raspy voice which was perfectly sychronised with her fingers. when she spoke slowly, her movement would also slow down, and, oh, how much you wanted to beg her to hang up.

"i don't care— no, shush, shut up." she hissed, but you felt better at the thought of you not being the only one who has to stay quiet now. "i have no idea how you'll do it, but you will, or i swear to god i—" her slim digits digged into you as she kissed your cheek, mumbling a tired; "fuckin' idiots" close to your ear while pulling away.

the man on the phone must start to get nervous, as his pathetic voice was now audible even for you. he kept apologizing and rambling nonsense, though ellie wasn't really interested in his excuses. plus, she had other things to do.

she used the little break as much as she could, pumping her fingers in and out of you and even slightly withdrawing her phone from her ear so she could listen to the sticky, dirty noises. nuzzling her face in your neck, she let out a long hum, either satisfied at the sound or to make the poor man think she cares. maybe both.

eventually, she continued her conversation. not forgetting about a disappointed, dramatic sigh first, of course. "any last wish?" she asked with an obvious smirk.

his voice raised even more, now not only apologizing but begging her for forgiveness. ellie never hurt any of her 'workers', unless they were traitors, so the fact that he took her seriously seemed unusual and, at some point, hilarious.

: ̗̀➛ you were so close, finally, after minutes of this torture - of your satisfaction disappearing for a few seconds just to come back... just to leave again, making your neediness take over. you bit your lip and looked at ellie, plopping your head on the crook of her neck. she felt how fastly and roughly you exhaled against her collarbone, grinning in amusement. you shifted, pressing your back even harder to her chest so you could feel it raising and falling as she breathes. your eyelids fell, making you get lost in a dark maze of every possible sense but sight.

"ellielliellie!" you whined, her name rang out in the dense, cold air.

your voice could be definitely heard on the other side of the phone, though the man didn't even stop his panicked rambling, what probably meant he was too busy to notice it.

she tsked as your throbbing walls clenched around her, her soaked fingers dripping on her palm. the ache which was persistently located somewhere deep in your body, maybe in the core of your bones, and didn't want to let go of you finally subsided. your hands almost unconsciously rested against your sides and as you opened your eyes you could see little moon shapes left on her forearm, where your nails digged into her.

it took you by complete surprise, not giving you time to react - though you wouldn't do anything anyway - before your pornographic moan got cut off with her digits sliding inside of your mouth. your saliva pooled down as your teeth grazed her flesh; salty and,, callous. her palm rested against your chin, forcing you to keep it raised.

"el—luhh" you tried to mumble but it came out as nothing like your girlfriend's name. it was slobbery, unclear and— disgusting.

she turned back to her phone, making you only able to guess what her expression was but she was, without a doubt, smirking. your tongue flopped flat beneath / against her fingers, earning a hum from ellie. as your pouty lips closed around her, her digits moved in deeper, causing you to gag for a second.

"c'mon, you'll live." she rolled her eyes, and you weren't sure which one of you is she talking to now - you, or the man who thinks he fights for his life, when in reality his 'threat' doesn't even listen to him?

your view range was violated by her grip, but you could see how unbothered she was through the corner of your eye. you could feel it - feel that her thighs don't tremble and clench, or that her breath is steady and deep, unlike yours.

as she shoved her fingers almost knuckles deep in your mouth, she spread them as if to gesture scissors and you swore you can read her mind, so you twirled your tongue around them, cleaning them up. your own juices got replaced with just as messy saliva, which small droplets cumulated in the corner of your lips. you couldn't help but suck on her digits, and the action itself made your eyes watery.

"you'll stay silent now, 'kay?" she spoke up in a mocking tone, and you couldn't tell who is she talking to again - no matter which one of you it was, you knew she wasn't asking and you hoped that the man realizes it too.

still, you nodded, making her whole hand follow your movements, what almost felt like she's the one controlling your body's reaction.

"of course you will." she cooed in a serious voice, though there was a different undertone - laced with taunting sweetnes.

✧˖°

[woso-dreamzzz]

Cookies III

Laura Coombs x Reader

Summary: Laura comes home to something she doesn't like

Meeting you had been the greatest accident of Laura's life.

Something that she mused about all the time when she drove home from practice.

It had been snowing earlier in the day, the whole city covered in a soft, white fleece of snow that had Laura's toes freezing in her football boots all practice.

That snow had turned to hail on the one day of the year that Laura had to walk home from training because her car was getting serviced. Originally, she thought that it was snowing and she'd always enjoyed snow even if it made her toes so cold that it was like they were about to freeze off.

Then the hail hit and she was left without an umbrella and freezing cold toes. The hail got harder and harder and Laura was forced to take refuge in whatever the first shop she came across was to wait it out.

You called it a coincidence. She called it fate.

She'd stumbled into the bakery you owned and fell in love on the spot. You were behind the counter, boxing up the pastries that hadn't sold that day when she came sliding in.

You'd welcomed her in, guided her to the back and turned on the oven for her to prop her cold toes in front of to warm up.

You'd baked her a cake at that moment, a big one that tied her over until the hail was done and she could make it home for dinner.

Although she never exactly made it home for dinner. She took you to a restaurant instead, somewhere halfway between cosy and fancy where you spoke about everything that came to mind and earned her your number in return.

She returned to the bakery almost every day to help you lock up and walk home.

Now, you had nearly four years of marriage under your belt and a dog going through the teenage years.

"Hey, Butterscotch," Laura greeted the dog as she stepped through the door.

She hung up her coat and slipped off her shoes, freezing suddenly when she noticed the amount of shoes lined up next to yours. She wildly looked up at the coat rack where coats she recognised hung up over your own.

The voices coming from the kitchen were also recognisable and she stormed into the room.

Her teammates were scattered around.

Lauren and Esme were both sitting at the table while Sandy and Jill were actually sitting on the table, each of them munching on warm cookies with half-melted chocolate chips inside.

Leila and Laia were stroking Butterscotch (the traitor), who had happily trotted straight up to them and flopped onto her back for belly scratches.

Kerstin, Bunny and Jess were sitting up on the counters while Alex and Kelly were both standing by the mixing bowls, listening closely to your instructions.

"How," Laura said through gritted teeth," Did you all get here before me?!"

"Must've taken a detour," Alex said dismissively," Why, Coombsy, unhappy to see us?"

"I see you all for hours at training," Laura replied, arms crossed over her chest," I don't need to see you at my house. What are you doing here?!"

"Baking," Chloe said," What does it look like?"

Laura grumbled something unintelligible under her breath before swiping a hand over her face. "Obviously. But why? None of you are bakers."

"Chloe had an idea," Kerstin admitted, swiping a finger through the batter and sucking it off with a pop," About selling cookies and cakes and stuff at the games to raise money for charity."

"It's not really special if they're store bought," Chloe carried on," So Alex called the best baker we know and here we are."

"Don't worry, baby," You told your wife, pealing away from supervising the mixing to pull her into a hug," They're all going to be put to work eventually. Maybe you can make some of them help you clear out the backyard shed while everything bakes."

Most of the team go wide eyed.

You'd be complaining about the messy shed for nearly two years now and Laura kept putting off sorting it out until she had help and, with her whole team here, it look like she had all the help she needed.

"Excellent," She said, eyes alight with the idea of getting revenge for the invasion of her house. "Esme, Lauren, there's boxes in the garage. Kerstin, Leila-"

"You can't take Leila," You cut in," I've got her down for making my filling. And you can't have Laia either because she's meant to be making my cupcake frosting."

Laura nodded. "Okay, Jess, then. You guys can get the shovels out. Move it girls. Let's go!"

Alexa and Chloe snickered and Laura whirled on them.

"Don't start laughing now," She said," Because I'm coming back for you two as soon as you're done."

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - when the world was good, negan had always visited the strawberry shack after work and when the world ended, he didn't expect to find the place still up and running.

warning - smut, gloryhole, creampie, swearing, daddy kink, breeding kink.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Negan stared shocked at the building still standing as though it had never been touched by the apocalypse. The sign still flashing ‘The Strawberry Shack’, no sign of the dead around. He was brought back to when the world was fine when the dead didn’t walk. He remembered finding this place and heading inside, finding the perfect woman each time. That woman being you, you were the one he’d cheat on his wife with. You’d take away all his thoughts and feelings. He wondered if there was anyone inside, so with large strides, Negan heads toward the building and enters. Stopping short as he sees the same woman sitting at the front desk.

“Hiya hun, nice to see ya again. What would you like?” She taps her perfectly manicured nails against the counter, staring at him as she waits for his response. 

“Sex, sugar. But I got no cash.” Negan watches, waiting to wake up and for this to be a dream. 

The woman waves her hand, “Don’t worry, hun. It’s free of charge for our favourite customer.” She smirks, “You know where to go.” He nods, walking toward the door and he surveys the room. It seems that only one person is working, and he’d recognise that arse anywhere. 

“I see you’re still working, sugar. Even with the hell going on outside.” He walks closer, eyes focused on how you clench around nothing at his voice. “How I’ve missed you. Shit.” He groans, feeling his cock harden and throb. Negan grabs the flesh of your arse, giving it a good squeeze before he reaches down and plays with your clit. “Fuck, sugar. You’re already so wet for me.” He leans Lucille against the wall as he reaches down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants before pulling out his cock. Giving it a few strokes, watching precum leak for his swollen tip. “So, fucking hard for you.”

Negan lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing his cock up and down as he collects your juices before he slowly pushes into you. His eyes practically rolling to the back of his head, leaning one hand against the wall while the other grips your hips. “Jesus, sugar. You’re so fucking tight!” He groans, sliding deep inside of you before pulling back out and thrusting in, repeating the movements over and over. “Shit!” His balls slap against your clit, causing you to dig your nails into the bench beneath you, your walls tighten around him, sucking him in deeper. 

Your moans fill the room alongside the slapping of skin, you wiggle your arse, pushing up against him, causing him to go deeper inside of you. “That’s it, baby girl. You gonna let Daddy breed you, huh? Pump you full of my cum like before? You miss being full of me, sugar?” Negan’s words cause you to clench around him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Yes! Yes! Please breed me, Daddy! Pump me full!” You whine, your toes curl as you cum, coating Negan’s cock with your juices. He grips your hips harder, burying himself deeper inside of you as he cums, coating your walls with his white cream. You sag, sinking into the bench beneath you.

“Fuck me, sugar. That was the best fuck I’ve had in a long time. Might have to take you with me.” Negan groans as he gently pulls out of you, tucking his cock back into his jeans and pushing his cum that leaks from your cunt back in. You let out a huff, your lower half tingling. “I gotta go, sugar. I hope we meet again.” He pinches your cheek before grabbing Lucille, swinging his bat over his shoulder and walks off, giving the woman at the front desk a nod before leaving, heading back to his sanctuary.

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[scaramionee]

A long rant about something that's been eating my mind from the inside out so here we go (TW: Might be Controversial)-

Sometimes, I'm just very normal about James Potter and Lily Evans but then I'm not. So growing up, I watched the hp movies first so I never quite had any interest in their relationship, they just seemed like a tragic straight relationship to me so I never bothered with it. But then I read the books and I went immediately like this- "No wonder James Potter worshipped Lily Evans, I would too." Like, this woman is the legit reason why the whole harry potter thing started, and to see the fact that most of the time she's just blatantly ignored or being stripped out of her original identity to be a strong independent lesbian (I don't have any problem with her sexuality, people can imagine her with whomever they like but it kind of ridicules Lily's motherhood in some way) who absolutely either hates James Potter or Insults him for fun just bcz he has a crush on her or being a side chick for James's steamy cheating romance flings hurts me more than I think it should.

I get it, the marauders fandom wholly embraces the fanon so dearly to them like a warm blanket because of many obvious reasons, but sometimes I think we just totally miss the point of this whole franchise. It's obvious that jkr sucks at writing romances which is why most people don't get the spark of canon ships like romione, hinny and remadora but completely missing the point about Lily being a mother figure in Harry's life and as a lover figure in James's life truly pisses me off a lot. Even though everybody is allowed to dislike certain ships because not everybody has the same taste, but I think we miss the fact that Lily was always more than just a mother and a wife in a way that molded her into what she wanted to be.

The reason why I'm completely enamored by Jily is not because it's just a canon ship which literally started Harry Potter, but because the way Lily Evans just had an effect on everyone who crossed their paths with her. Professor Slughorn himself was so besotted with her, Professor Minerva McGonagall teared up at the news of her departing because who wouldn't like her? She's so brave, so full of joy and laughter that she always forgot her own pain in favor of sucking the pain out of another. James was indeed quite taken aback by her beauty and charm, but I'd like to think it developed into something more after seeing the way she treated her close individuals. Lily was the younger sibling, and because she was a witch, she constantly faced harsh behaviors from her elder sister for being a "freak" according to her sister's standards. She may have had an inferiority complex, and she also hanged out a lot with snape, despite facing discriminations in Hogwarts for being friends with a half-blood poor Slytherin. She was willing to change snape, always defending him left and right but it never worked out in the end. Which left her feeling very defeated, she gave up because she felt like she was not worth it, maybe those bullies were right and she really was just a mudblood. And James, developing a crush on her while continuously harassing snape didn't help either. But if we analyze James's character, knowing that he literally took in Sirius just so that he could escape his abusive family, he knew that Lily was downrightly getting used and snape was taking advantage of her kindness and her stubbornness, he knew it because Sirius was in Lily's place once too, always constantly reminded of how they were never enough, so he wanted to save her ( in his own pathetic loser way ofc ) I think there are many hints of Lily noticing James quite a lot because if you really claimed to hate your enemy then why were you so bloody obsessed with the way how their hair looked like after playing quidditch hmmm 🤨🤨

But not just that, let's also talk about how she literally single handedly MADE THE JAMES POTTER, the absolute arrogant toe-rag quit bullying and hexing people for fun, knowing that he's been like this for the most of his life, but he decided to change for her just like a snap of a finger! Not only that, but she also quickly befriended Sirius in a way that he literally turned out to be her future son's Godfather and the secret keeper. The absolute hold she had on the marauders really needs to be studied!

The love James and Lily had for each other was an act of rebellion in it's own way, because back in that time, muggleborns were seen as scums of the earth and inferior to the wizarding society. But James literally went against every single pureblood tradition just to be with someone he loves and believes with his whole heart. That was always the main point. The reason why both of them were so cherished. He literally went up against Voldemort without a wand not just because of his son, but also for Lily, who he absolutely trusts with his whole life, the only person worth loosing the pureblood title for, the only person worth taking the risk of taking the Avada curse to his heart, he just loved her so beautifully, just like the way she always deserved. And Lily, oh lily, always saw the good in everyone, but saw the best in James, decided to sacrifice her life for their one and only son out of pure love and devotion. And the sacrificial love was so strong that the strongest dark wizard of all time succumbed to his own curse and it tore apart a piece of his soul in revenge of separating the two soulmates whom were always destined to find each other and get woven together in every single timeline. It changed the tide of the entire war. She ended it single handedly.

Yes, she was depicted as a girl who was just a close friend of snape, as a sister who's facing discriminations from her own elder sister's profound jealousy, as a lover and wife of James Potter, as a mother of Harry Potter- the boy who lived. But I think there's so much beauty in every single role she was depicted in. It gives us a glimpse of how much impact she had on everybody around her, how much she meant dear to everybody who cared for her, of how much diverse and forgiving person she was, of the way she was always a reassuring shadow around harry even though she was no longer present in the mortal world. No, motherhood doesn't make her one dimensional or boring, it only enhances her ability of loving people the way they deserve. It makes her so complex, but so powerful at the same time. She was a proud mother, and a lover, a friend, and a woman.

Lily Evans, what an absolute Goddess you were. And you'll always be. No other fictional character ever had a hold so strong on me the way she has.

[naomis-daydream]

on the throne // shuri udaku

summary: just read tbh….ok fine i’ll explain😒. being queen comes with a load of royal responsibilities; from border patrol, to technological advancements, and everything in between. though wakanda’s ruler realizes there’s a special someone she’s been neglecting. shuri’s come up short, and her wife’s coming to collect what’s hers.

warnings: pregnant!wife!reader. descriptions of pregnancy (obvs), teeny weeny bit of oral (shuri receiving). barely proofread.

a/n: this is the product of baby fever and ovulation😜 also this is a draft from forever ago, it kinda sucks so im dropping it under the cloak of night🥷🏽.

there were many things shuri loved about your body.

your hands, for instance. they always offered her a soothing rub or relaxing touch whenever she became stressed or overwhelmed with the weight of the crown. or something soft to hold as you spent evenings watching the wakandan sunset from the palace garden.

then there were your arms. shuri found that she only slept peacefully when yours were wrapped tightly around her middle. and if the royal ever woke to realize you rolled away, she’d assure she wiggled her way back into your grasp.

and bast your thighs. if the queen could spend the rest of her days between them, the soft, plush cushions, there’d be absolutely no resistance from the panther.

now it was worse, and it was all your fault. it was one of the many nights the queen spent inside you. somewhere between when she slowly pushed into you and when she brought you nearing your third high of the night, you had joked about her getting you pregnant. something about her having the genius and the looks to make a great gene pool. “fill me up, my queen,” you uttered, “give it to me. i want all of you.” you we’re fucking tantalizing.

it didn’t help that she had the science to make what originated as a lustful thought a reality.

now, seven months later, everything she loved about you only grew as your body changed. your natural curves only hypnotized her more as your hips widened and breasts swelled.

shuri also couldn’t help but smile when you wobbled cutely around your shared home due to the swell of your ankles, and while you refused to be helped with an act as simple as walking, you would feign resistance to shuri’s pleads to ease your pain before caving to let her massage your aching joints.

but the absolute worst part was the hormones. the cravings that made shuri tip-toe into the kitchen for you well after midnight, the hot flashes that would cause you to walk practically bare around the palace, and your sex drive, yours nearly matched that of her’s when she took the herb. though, only two of those things seemed to be prevailing today, where the only thing separating you from her was the thinnest dresses. it wasn’t unusual for you to forgo a bra this late into your pregnancy, but it seemed you’d forgotten any undergarments at all today as you sat on the lap of the queen, grinding helplessly into her thigh.

“yiza, mntwana,” you purred. come on, baby. “let me touch you.”

your wife squirmed from her place on the throne, hands on your hips as she guided you. you trailed your lips down her jaw to land on her pulse point before sucking intently.

while you were preoccupied, the woman took the chance to glance at the clock in the room, hissing slightly when noticing the time and when you sunk your teeth into her flesh. you were going to ruin her, she knew that much. the sad part is, she was gonna let you.

“the elders,” she whined, finding words rather hard when you moaned against her. “our meeting, they’ll be here in minutes!”

you pause your movements to lean up to her ear, whispering, “fuck the meeting.”

shuri threw her head back, sinking further into the the chair and further into the trap you set in motion the minute you walked into the room.

you always started by entering with a sweet smile, followed by asking her how her day was or what project she was working on. then you’d begin rubbing her shoulders, kissing her neck while muttering sweet nothings and telling her she worked too hard. “let me take care of you,” you’d say, “you deserve to feel good, don’t you wanna feel good?” and soon shuri would end up on her back, eyes wide shut as her legs were thrown over your shoulders and your fingers snug between her walls.

this time was different though. it had to be. the council meeting was nearing by the minute, and you showed no signs of waving the white flag.

“entle,” she began, licking her lips as she spoke. “i-i really think we should wait.” you continued to kiss her, attaching your lips to whatever skin you could reach as shuri continues. “once it’s over we can do whatever you want, my love.” her hands run over the curve of your ass, squeezing gently.

you pulled away from her, hands still cupping her cheeks. “i wanna do whatever i want now.”

“i know. i promise i-i’ll make it up to you.” she says, tilting her head up to look at you before placing a soft kiss to your lips. it’s sweet, the taste of her, and as much as you wanted more, she pulls away. “you better,” you scolded, “you’re the one who did this to me anyway.” you nod your head down to your stomach, stretching against the fabric of your maxi dress. the hormones had been driving you insane. and it didn’t help that shuri spent so much time away with all her new duties. this left you to take care of your own needs more often than you’d like to admit. you needed her. to feel her. while it might seem like you were caving, her majesty should’ve known better than too assume her wife would back down so easily.

your words bring a smile to shuri’s lips, a laugh escaping her as you sigh while you rise off of her, giving her a full view of your bump as you do so.

“whatever you want, mama.”

you hum a lazy response as your queen visibly relaxes, no longer antsy with your aroused antics. though she wasn’t in the clear just yet, you came here for a reason, and wouldn’t leave unfulfilled.

a simple idea sprouts in your head, and soon, a mischievous smile dances across your features as you reach back to unclasp your necklace. shuri raises a brow in question, but remains silent as you both watch the dainty jewelry slide down your chest and onto the floor, right between her feet.

“oops.”

the royal shakes her head, already having a clue of where this was headed. but you’re already sinking to your knees, eyes never leaving hers.

you rub your palms along the fabric of her black dress, reaching just below her knees. you play with the hem, eyeing the fickle fabric before tracing your fingertips higher. and higher. and high-

“thandiwe.” she warned.

beloved. how wholesome a name in contrast to your actions upon her. you peered up at her, batting your lashes at her. “yes, my queen?”

“we have ten minutes before our meeting-”

“i’ve made you come in less,” you continue, hooking your fingers around her underwear.

shuri wanted to protest, she really did, and she tried to. she mutters tiny objections at first, and you almost believe them, but the way she lifted her hips to help you remove her underwear, the way she whined when you tugged her to the throne’s edge, and the way she threw her head back with the first stripe you licked up her center told you all you needed to know. let’s face it, she knew she was done for the minute you walked in the room.

you begin to place gentle kisses to her clit, giving her a little stimulation, but not quite enough for her liking. shuri shudders above you, legs shaking gently. she began to realize just how long it’d been since the two of you had sex.

“still want me to stop?” you asked, tongue twirling around her entrance, to which she moaned in response. a light chuckle escapes your lips. “i’ll take that as a no.”

[romancingmr-b]

Romancing Mrs. Bridgerton…

*my first spicy blog*

“Pen, I got the kids to bed.” As he’s walking into the kitchen where Penelope is preparing her nightly tea. “ I hope they didn’t fight you to hard tonight.” Pen said as she’s pouring the kettle into two small tea cups she got as a gift from her mother in low. “ No fighting this time, I might have promised a day at the lake tomorrow feeding the ducks…” Colin said with a devilish smile. “Mmhmm” Pen said under her breath looking down at what she’s doing.

“What did I tell you about talking under your breath? You know what that does to me.” Colin said with a darkness in his eyes. As a fire was building under his chest, he realized he wanted her now in this kitchen. Colin walks over to Pen with this exhilarated look in his eyes. “You know much it drives me crazy when you mumble like that my dear.” She fluttered her lashes at him, the same way she did while trying to flirt all those years ago.

Colin pulled the string tied behind her back holding up the apron that was protecting her mint green dress. He let the apron fall to the floor. “One day I only want you to wear this apron and nothing else.” “COLIN!” She said sharply “the staff might hear you…” “Let them, it’s never stopped me before” he lifts Pen up on top of the counter and Pen let out a sweet giggle. Colin loved this response so much. He looked at Penelope now they were eye level. Colin leans in with his mouth only a whisper away from her lips. He lifts his left hand and slowly pulls up her dress. “ I want you right now, right here!” She moans. The softness of her skin was like an igniter to his flames as he moves closer to her womanhood. He touch’s her with a gentle rub of her knob with a circle motion. He watches her face, she leans her head back closing her eyes with mouth parted. “Colin…” she says heavy breathed. He loved to hear his name, he knew she was enjoying herself. Colin kisses her hot skin close to her ear. Colin kisses down her neck until he reaches her breasts. Taking his right hand he pulls down her dress exposing her left breast. Full and lushes he licks her nipple then sucks. Pen arches her back with pleasure. “Colin…oh…don’t stop” she cried. Colin lowers himself with his head level with her womanhood. He pulls her to the edge of the counter so he can fully engage. Bringing his mouth to her opening licking and sucking along her knob. Her legs shake around his head and he knew he was doing everything right. Teasing with every suck and gentle lick she was getting closer to her release. “Oh fuck” she said as she grabs a handful of Colin’s chestnut hair, pushing him even further into her. Colin pulls away taking a breath and looks up at his wife face completely aroused and ready for him to enter. “ I want you Pen, I want you now!” Her eyes shimmer with excitement as Colin grabs her hips and pulls her dress up higher on her waist. She watches him lick his hand not leaving eye contact with hers, as he rubs his member. Colin thrusts his hips entering her with everything inside him. Penelope gasps as he fills her to the point that she can feel him in her belly. Thrusting harder and faster, Colin couldn’t stop himself. The build up was to much for him! “I need you to cum for me Pen, ohhh Pen please!” She lets out a toe curling moan as she falls to pieces around him. “Fuck” Colin said as he finishes his last thrust. “Pen see what you do to me.” As he smiles down at her.

“I’m famished, I wonder if there’s any biscuits left?” He said as he pulls up his trousers. Pen laughs and she knows she married a hungry boy. “ Check in the tin on the counter next to the pantry.” He was a mess, but he was her mess.

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[somethingblu3]

Velvet Green | Simon Walker

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18+ minors dni.

Masterlist

Fandom: Hollyoaks.

Summary:

Moving back to Ireland after Lynsey's death, you bump into Walker, who loves messing with you even right in front of your older brother, Brendan..

TW: Voyeurism, Blow Jobs, Cheating, Dirty Talk, Dubious Consent , Incest, mention of religion.

Pairing: Simon Walker x Female Reader.

Word Count: 2,053 Words

"Come on, you can take it; I know you're no amateur", Walker smirks as he looks down at your lips, gagging around his cock.

It had been so long—almost a year since you last saw him—that your life had completely changed. You had to leave Hollyoaks if you wanted to survive; everyone seemed to end up dead there, and Lynsey was the last straw, so you packed up your backs and moved back to Ireland with your Sister Cheryl. For the most part, the move had gone smoothly until you bumped up to Walker in a bar. You had done a double take, not expecting to see him at all. At first, you thought you were dreaming or maybe spiked. Perhaps it was only until he grabbed you, pulling you into a firm kiss, that you realised he was real.

Walker shoves his hands onto your head, forcing you up and down on his cock. Part of you wants to slap the smirk off his face as he continues to thrust, increasing the tension with every pull of your hair. His cum dribbled down onto your chin as you pulled back with a 'pop' sound. He looked almost pleased as he wiped it away with his thumb from your chin. Forcing you up onto your knees, he then shoved you onto the bed. Stumbling back, you grabbed onto the headboard to brace yourself as Walker pulled down the rest of his jeans, exposing his dripping cock, still stained with your drool and saliva.

"God, how much I've missed this pussy”, Walker grins as he spreads you wide, already entering a finger inside you. Luckily, you are wet already, as always. Your underwear is practically drenched as he moves his fingers around it in your clit.

The moan you make is embarrassing, almost a whine. It had been so long since you had Walker inside you, even just a finger alone.

"You've been keeping yourself prepared for me, I bet? Like a good Catholic girl," He smirks.

At that comment, he now adds a second finger inside one that makes you shiver as he glides it up and down in your slick. You could come just like this, you think as you arch your back to give him access. As your hands grip the bed, they play with the light lavender fabric of your panties. You're determined to break them so you can at least feel the ghosting of his throbbing cock.

"Please…" You beg

You know he's not giving in yet.

"Come on, little one, I know you can take another. Don't you want to be good for Daddy?” He knows you've been waiting so long for this.

He grins, your eyes land on his tongue as Walker takes one finger out of your clit. How you long to have his mouth sucking against your pussy, but instead, he inspects his fingers dripping with your cum and shoves it into his mouth and swallows.

"Fucking gorgeous, you taste just as good as I remember," He praises

He seems to know what you want, you whine, your gaze never leaving him as he scoots to the bottom of the bed so his face is buried between your legs. And, of course, Walker doesn't give you what you want as he ignores the aching of your clenching walls instead of biting down hard on the inside of your thighs. You whine in frustration as you dig your hands into his hair, trying to inch him closer.

"Ah ah bad girls don't get rewards" He warns

He teases you even more, his tongue running up your leg even further until he stops at your toes and stops at your ankles, which makes your legs vibrate.

"I kept thinking about you when I was with her - My Wife" He grins.

A smirk grows across your face, and you can't help it. It feels almost powerful to know that while he was fucking his Wife, the Mother of his children, he was thinking of you the entire time. It definitely stroked your ego precisely what he wanted.

He still wears his ring in bed, but you don't mind its presence. It's a constant reminder that she's almost with the two of you in bed together. That thought turns you on even more, especially when it is drenched in your own cum, a little parting gift. You whimper as he digs another digit inside you, this time rougher than the first. Now you can feel the metal of his golden wedding band hitting against your clit, which creates an entirely new sensation adding even more pressure. Before you knew it, you were a quivering mess below him. Walker inched closer, pulling your legs apart with his cold hands.

"Don't hide from me, beautiful" He says as your legs shake.

Finally, he gives you what you want, even with the teasing.

He traced delicate patterns against your clit. You vibrated with each flick of his tongue as he moved faster and faster, like he was craving and dying to have you. Your eyes roll at the back of your head as he hits the spot. You get lost in your pleasure as his tongue rotates around your swollen bud, bringing you the ecstasy you've so badly craved.

"I think you've waited long enough," Walker growls as he presses his hands on the bed inches away from your head, lining his cock into your throbbing wet cunt.

It's easy for him to get his hands going straight to your waist, nails digging into your skin as he begins thrusting and pounding into you. You bounce against the bed, the headboard creaking, and you can feel the metal of the mattress below you jittering, making your heart thump as he quickened his pace. He's so deep inside you that you can feel Walker's cock in the pit of your stomach, and as you look down, you swear you can see it thrusting inside of you. Your whimper is embarrassing even so that Walker reaches his hand out and places it over your mouth.

"God, you're so fucking desperate and pathetic", He taunts, which only makes you cum more.

You wonder how long you can last, probably not long. You had missed Walker so much, but you knew this wouldn't be the last time you would succumb to him.

"Don't give in yet", Walker growls, his lips pressed against your neck. You see him eyeing your skin like he's desperate to leave a huge mark, a hickey so that everyone would see and so that Brendan would know that you were back with him again.

You sigh, but it comes out more like a moan as Walker arches his back into you, distracting you from your thoughts about your brother. He must have known as he pressed his mouth around your neck, biting down hard. It's painful, but you're used to his violent hickeys at this point.

The thrusting of his cock was more unbearable than his bite; it was like you were out of practice as your walls clenched around him.

"So tight" Walker panted as sweat trickled down his forehead, his panting increasing. You had always forgotten how intense his stamina was. He could go for hours and hours even.

He's about to warn you that he's going to cum, but something stops him. A knock.

"What the fuc-" He sneers

You bite his hand, and he lets go, yelping in pain.

"It's Brendan," you tell him urgently.

"Shit, shit," he pants as he tries to come down from his release without spilling all over the bed, but his cum leaks onto the velvet green bed sheets everywhere.

"Hide," you instruct him quickly as you pull down your clothes and conceal your hickey with your long hair.

"Where?" Walker questions.

You run out of options; his cock is leaking too much cum to hide under the bed or in the closet; instead, you decide to shove him under the covers. It's the best you can do for now as Brendan enters, completely oblivious.

"Hey, Sis," he greets.

You whimper, knowing that Walker is below you under the covers. He had complete power to control you like a marionette, to embarrass you and degrade yourself right in front of your older brother.

"What did you want to see me about?" you ask curiously. You could feel Walker's laughter muffled against your thigh. He was clearly taking advantage of this as his teeth grazed against your vibrating skin.

"What? Can I not see My Sister?" He complains.

You shake your head. "Of course not. It's just that… it's been a lot since Lynsey," you say. You don't know why those words came out of your mouth, but they were.

"I know…" He sighs.

And now you feel bad for bringing her up. Lynsey was like an Aunt or a Sister. You were all so close that you considered her family at this point. Now that she was gone, there was a huge gaping hole left that couldn't be replaced.

"How have you been doing? Since everything?" You ask Brendan, fearing Walker had been too quiet under the covers.

"I haven't been doing well…" He admits, "I've been drinking."

And it's at that moment that Walker decides to get up to mischief. He decides to circle his tongue around your wet, throbbing clit. The wetness seemed never-ending as he sucked and sucked against your skin, making you groan.

"Is everything okay?" Brendan asks.

You almost whimper out his name: Walker. With Brendan's eyes lingering on you, it took everything in your power to hold your tongue.

"I'm fine," You tell him, but Brendan doesn't seem to believe it.

"Really? I don't think you've been the same since she's…died. You've been acting differently; you've been studying so much you never come out of your room," he remarks.

You give him a shrug. "I don't know… I just want to do better and have another chance."

"At what?" He asks.

Just as you are about to tell him, Walker decides to continue playing his game. This time, he adds a finger, the one with his wedding ring. You feel an intense shock of cold against the sensitive spot of your skin. You can feel yourself turning red right in front of Brendan, who gives you a puzzled look in return as your breathing grows and hitches.

"I don't buy it," Brendan tells you plainly. "You're trying to use all that to cope, right? I guess I'm glad it's not drugs or… Walker."

You give him a frown, and at that, Walker picks up the pace as he pumps his finger. You brace yourself for an orgasm as your hand reaches for the nightstand beside your bed, clutching it while also aware of your brother's gaze.

"Darling, are you sure you're alright?" Brendan asks. He must know by now that something is going on.

"I'm fine," you stutter.

You can feel Walker groaning and chuckling against your skin as he bites down, clearly enjoying every second while Brendan is entirely oblivious, at least for the most part he is.

"If you need anything, I'm here," Brendan says as he removes your hand from the nightstand and holds it tightly before kissing your knuckles.

You nod as you squirm, but all you can focus on is the dampness spreading beneath you as Walker wriggles under the bed sheets, his tongue exploring every crevice of your clit. The sensation is almost overwhelming, heightened by Brendan's silent presence as he attempts to collect his thoughts.

You know Lynsey was always a soft spot for him, and Walker's boldness only adds to the tension. If Brendan knew that Walker was right under the covers at this very moment, he would be livid.

Still, deep down, you suspect he'd also find a strange satisfaction in it. With a sigh of relief, Brendan finally gets up and exits the room. You wait a while after he leaves before you dare to remove the covers, revealing Walker's messy and unkempt hair as he stares up at you with an irresistible grin.

“I hate you,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.

Walker licks your essence from his hand. “Are you sure about that?” he asks, tilting his head.

“Very,” you tell him firmly.

[tojiscumdumpster]

CHAPTER FOUR - TOJI

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content warnings -  reader is sexually as*aulted in this chapter. she's drunk and another guy is too touchy while dancing together on the floor.

  The music and the noises from the party goers fade the moment me and Y/N steps inside the utility closet. This wasn’t the ideal spot I had in mind, but anything will do so as long she’s here with me. 

 I could be standing on top of a fifty feet tower, and I wouldn’t give a damn if I knew Y/N was there, too. 

 Now, fuck my job. Fuck the bachelorette party. Fuck that annoying Gojo shithead and everybody else. All my attention is to the outrageously sexy woman that stands in front of me that can’t keep her eyes to herself. Even under the dull light of the utility closet, she has this soft glow to her deep umber complexion that’s salivating. 

 Her hands find purchase on my chest to become familiarized with the feel of me. Slow and delicate strokes that build arousal in my cock and burn heat on the tip of my ears. Essentially, I wanted to take her somewhere alone so I could fuck the shit out of her, but this tenderness feels… much needed. 

 I hate that I’m craving softness right now when I’m hornier than a virgin. Still, with how I’ve been thinking about Y/N lately. I can’t deny that I want this to be more than just a fuck. 

 She balances on her toes to meet with my lips because heels or not, I still have a lot of height over her. The kiss she gives me is sensual. Controlling yet needy for some type of touch. I’m quick to take the lead, but this time, I allow her to explore the inside of my mouth. 

 Y/N wraps her arms around my neck and loses her slender fingers into my locks to pull me closer to her. I want to tell her that I’m not fucking going anywhere, but we both know that’s not the reason why she deepens our kiss. My tongue is caught between her lips to suck on eagerly while my hands work their way to her ass. 

 There goes that sweet, sounded whimper that fucking drives me insane. No matter how she breathes, laughs, talks—hell, fucking blinks, she’ll always unintentionally find a way to make me hard. 

 Y/N breaking from our kiss almost had me whining like a brat, but seeing her plumped lips, gloss smeared across her face like the first night we met, is a sight worth seeing. 

 “It’s you,” she says softly, smiling. 

 “It is. Thought I’d never see you again.”

 “You missed me, Toji Fushiguro?”

 I give her a half grin because yes, I feel too sappy to admit that I miss her, but I do. “Possibly.”

 “A touch one to crack, Mr. Fushiguro.”

  Say my name like again and I will fuck you until you lose all feeling in your hips. 

 “Not really lovey dovey,” I admit.

 “Understandable,” —she leans into the counter behind her— “May I ask why?”

 Assuming that her stilettos are wearing her out, I lifted her onto the counter so she could sit comfortably. I took it upon myself to stand between her legs, having them both straddle my sides and if feels so damn right to be here. 

 Before I answer Y/N’s question, I peck her lips a few more times, then nip at her jawline, causing her to squeal and swat my chest. 

 “Comfortable?” I query. 

 “Are you comfortable? If I was any lower your dick would be rubbing against my pussy.”

  Fuck . 

 The corners of my mouth tips up. “Alcohol makes your lips loose like that?”

 “Maybe.”

 I hum. “Well, to answer your earlier question, I haven’t really felt shit since my wife died. It’s like the last bit of decency went with her or it’s kept for my kid.”

 “You don’t think you’re a decent guy?”

 “No, I don’t think . I know I’m not, Y/N,” I tell her. 

 “I think otherwise.”

 “Tell me.”

 “Want me to stroke your ego?” she asks, teasingly. 

 “Hm, that, amongst other things.”

 “You always find a way to be a perv.”

 Y/N goes into deep thought while thinking of a way to answer my question. She looks into the ceiling but occasionally takes glimpses at me, seeing how I have a small smile on my face. 

 There’s a possibility that my “Not into lovey dovey shit” admission was a half lie. Fifty percent of me just want to have my way with her and pound her pussy. Then, the other fifty percent wants to be possessive and controlling to make sure no other fucker tries to push up on her. 

 A hundred percent of me? Well…

 “It might be a reach, but from the two times that we crossed paths, you have a tendency to say how shitty of a guy you are. But really, you’re just trying to scare people away,” she deciphers. “Maybe so you don’t catch feelings, or they don’t. Maybe even both. I’m not a therapist, so who knows?”

 I simpered. “And from the two times we crossed paths, you tell me you’re not a therapist, yet you say some deep shit like that—again.”

 “I majored in psychology when I was in college. Therapist in the making, but I decided to be a teacher instead.” Her hands return to my chest and glide up until she reaches my shoulders to rub. “You want me to be scared of you, Toji Fushiguro… I’m not scared of you.”

 For once, I’m left… speechless. What the fuck am I supposed to say to that? That’s she’s right? Because maybe she is. I just can’t admit to that. At least, not right now. It’s so loud yet quiet in my head, like my senses zeroed in on the muffled noises on the other side of the door and Y/N’s soft breathing. 

 I can’t blame everything on wanting her to be scared of me. That would be cowardly of me. But I’m not vulnerable enough to admit that I can’t go through that again-this again, with losing someone I got close to.

 “Well, you should be,” I replied harsher than I intended to. I know Y/N felt it too because she flinched a bit and curled her fists into her lap.

  Shit, great job, Fushiguro. 

 This just feels too deja vu-ish. 

 “I said something that pissed you off?”

 I step away from her and run my hands through my hair. “No, fuck. Just… I don’t know, Y/N. I don’t know you. We don’t know each other.”

 I can’t tell if that was hurt, anger or a mixture of both in her eyes. But whatever it is, was caused because of my words. 

 “You’re absolutely right, and it’ll probably stay like that, too,” she bites back. “Excuse me. I have a party to attend.” Y/N brushes past me to leave the closet, but I grab her wrist. 

 “Y/N.” Is all I say. I don’t know what else to fucking say, but I’m hoping she hears the desperation in my voice. 

 She looks over her shoulder. “I don’t know you. You don’t know me.” Snatching her wrist back, she leaves me in the room to leave me with my thoughts. 

 I never had the urge to walk out of work until now. Not when Gojo fucking talk my ears out. Not when the nightclub owner bosses me around a little too much for my liking. And not when I get puked on by some random woman after a failed attempt of hitting on me. 

 But at this moment, if I don’t walk out of work, at least, the floor, I will be charged with murder. Because why the fuck is Y/N on the dance floor grinding her ass on some piece of shit? 

 I know she’s not my girlfriend, let alone casually dating, and I understand I said some stupid shit back in the utility closet. However, this? That? What I feel like doing right now is snatching that motherfucker up and thrash his face repeatedly into the ground.

 Anger flush throughout my body, and what makes me even more pissed is Gojo fucking snickering like a little bitch, knowing the reason why I’m mad to begin with. 

 The bachelorette party is still partially going, but most of the party either left or dispersed onto the first floor to dance. So, I’m back to my normal routine of walking the floors. 

 I mean, that’s what I'm supposed to be doing.

 Instead, I’m in the corner near the bar, leaving a comfortable distance between me and Y/N, but just enough to see how touchy this fucker is. And Y/N is drunk. Drunk as shit. In the past twenty minutes, I noticed her downing two cocktails and three shots. 

 Fuck, I just hope she’s not mixing her liquor. 

 She probably feels numb to his hands on her. Grabbing her waist. Kissing her neck with his nose. Rubbing his fucking dick against her ass. I want to kill him. So badly. I’ve never had blood lust like this until now. 

 And the split second that passes when he slithers his nasty fingers up Y/N’s dress to invade her privacy and take advantage of her intoxication, all bets are off. 

 My strides are long and quick when I push through the other drunken individuals to get to Y/N. I noticed that she detached from that shitface and faced him head on with a drunken smile of confusion, barely having any control over her body. 

 I’m now inches away from them both and I see that he tries to reach for her again, aggressively. Not quick enough before I grabbed him by his shoulder, turned him around, and punched the shit out of his jaw, that I felt crack against my knuckle.

 Some bystanders stop to stare, and others are too fucking drunk to care. But me? I want to make an example out of him. Though, for the sake of being in a public place, I don’t. 

 He’s on the floor, crying like a little bitch and looks at me like I’m his worst nightmare. Good, because I am. 

 I pull up my slacks to crotch down to his level, close enough so he can hear me over this loud music. 

 “You fucking psycho. I’m going to make sure you lose your job and go to jail,” he says. 

 I chuckle. “Funny, because the NDA you and everybody else in here signed before entering says, all security personnel can handle any party goer how they see fit that causes disruption, damage property, steal, coerce or attempt to sexually assault a drunken or sober individual, etcetera, etcetera, and all that other shit, so long as it doesn’t result in death.”

 Continuing, I say, “That woman behind us,” — I point to Y/N that watches me with heavy eyes— “is drunk. And that camera up there,”—I look up to the ceiling— “has been recording every fucking thing. So not only will you walk out of here with a broken jaw, but you’ll also end up in handcuffs. I advise you to pick your ass up and leave before the latter happens and I rearrange your face.”

 The motherfucker probably just made the wisest decision of his life because it takes him no less than three minutes to leave the club. I’m honestly surprised of the restraint I showed because quite frankly, I need this fucking job. No matter how much I hate it. 

 Though, what I didn’t expect was Y/N grinning at me with heart eyes. She’s really drunk. It’s like she’s in her own world and completely oblivious to what happened between us earlier and just now. 

 “My hero,” she giggles, slurring her words. She jumps on me and wraps her legs around my waist to give me a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, Mr. Security Guard.”

 I shake my head. “Y/N, do you know who I am?”

 She lays her face in the crook of my neck and nips at my flesh. “Of course… How could I ever forget you, Toji… Fushiguro?” 

 Drunk, yes, but she manages to remember me. I know there’s a no touching guest policy when on the floor, however, Y/N is drunk. And she’s not just a guest to me, either. 

 I look at my watch to see that it’s twelve fifty-five. Five minutes before my shift is over. Thank fuck I’m not closing tonight because it’s time to cut Y/N off.

 Now. 

 She clings onto like a damn koala bear while I’m passing through to the crowd to head to the security locker room. Y/N is… clingy. Affectionate when she’s intoxicated. She keeps kissing around my neck, my face all while whispering nasty shit in my ear. 

 It’s not like I’m complaining. Every word and action she does goes straight to my cock. But of course, I’m not going to act on it. My main priority is to get her home safely. 

 “Toji, where are you going?” she asks. 

 “I’m going to the security room so I can change out of my clothes and take you home.”

 “Oh? You’re going to take off your clothes for me?” 

 I give her a kiss on the cheek. “Not like that, sweetheart. Maybe another night when you’re not drunk.”

  What type of hold does this fucking woman have on me? 

 I eventually got to the room and Y/N energy seemed to fade. When you’re drunk at one in the morning, that’s bound to happen. I wouldn’t be surprised if she got the munchies. Typically, that’s when you’re high, but either way. 

 Before I go to change, I place her on the couch we have in here and cover her with my sweater. She immediately dozes off. I need to hurry up out of my clothes before—

 “Fuck, tonight was exhausting,” Gojo fucking obnoxiously yells. I snap my head at him while standing in my boxers, a silent command to tell him to shut the fuck up. 

 “This is the girl Satoru was talking about?” Geto walks in behind and asks. “She’s pretty.”

 “And in what way was he fucking talking about her?”

 “Relax, Fushiguro,” Gojo says, raising his hands in innocence. “I just said she was hot and apparently off limits. I saw what you did to that guy's jaw. I’ll pass.”

 That’s what I fucking thought. 

 As much as I enjoy standing around and chatting with these two (I don’t), it’s time for me to take Y/N home. I walk over to her and her soft grumbles do something to my chest. She seems at peace, and I don’t want to ruin that, but I have to. 

 “Y/N, I’m going to pick you up again,” I warned her. 

 “Mhm.” 

 I take the keys out of her before I carry her bridal style, taking the employee exit that leads to the main parking lot. It’s annoying and might disrupt her sleep, but I need to sound off her alarm to know which one is her car. 

 It doesn’t take long for me to find it and she’s still sound asleep. 

 With one hand, I unlock the passenger door to Y/N’s car and place her in the seat, adjusting it so it leans back a bit. When I get in the driver seat, I look inside her purse (I know an invasion) to find her ID to put her address in the GPS.

 “Fifteen minutes. Not bad,” I mutter to myself. 

 The radio is off. The silence in the car is loud, and I enjoy the soft sounds of Y/N sleeping while we head to her place. 

 Y/N’s home is very her. Earth toned colors. Plants. Art on the wall. Plants—everywhere. I couldn’t imagine it to be like anything else. I’m even picking up her vanilla and warm berries scent that drives me fucking nuts. 

 She’s a heavy sleeper. I can tell because since we left the club, I moved her around several times, and she hasn’t stirred once. But the moment I lay her in bed and walk away, she does. 

 Like the loss of my touch is what’s affecting her.

 “Hey, big guy,” she mumbles. “Where ya going?”

 “Home.”

 She pouts. “You’re not going to help me get ready for bed?”

  I’ll do anything that will let me stay with you a little longer.  

 “What do you need me to do?”

 “Take me to the bathroom… please.”

 For the next thirty minutes, I prepare Y/N for bed. Part of her being drunk is getting a ten-minute explanation about her skin care routine. I don’t know what the fuck is a cleansing balm, toner, or retinol, but she managed to show me how to put it on her face after I washed off her makeup. 

 We go back into her bedroom, and she sits on the corner of the bed while I go through her dresser to find something comfortable for her to wear. She prefers an oversized tee shirt, so that’s what she’s getting. 

 “Y/N, this okay—” I turned around to see her completely naked. Beautiful breasts out with hardened nipples. A puffy pussy. Natural thick curves with a full stomach. My cock is reacting painfully.

 But this isn’t right. She’s drunk. Y/N has no idea what’s she doing right now, and I’m not taking fucking advantage of that. 

 I quickly turn back around and stretch my arm out so she can take the shirt out of my hand. “Here. Put it on now.”

 This night just feels longer than usual. I need to go, but I couldn’t even get through the room door before Y/N grabbed my wrist. 

 “Stay.”

 It throws me off, her asking me to stay. That one simple word didn’t sound like she was drunk or tired. And I know she’s clingy right now, but it’s more than that. It’s… the same declaration I was too pussy to say when we were in the utility closet. 

 I wanted her to stay. I didn’t want her to go back to the bachelorette party, and I didn’t give a damn to go back to my post. Being in that room with Y/N, just the two of us, felt like another world. And I hate that she makes me feel this way after only two times of meeting her. She’s just so comforting. 

 The word stay has so much meaning to it. I meant it earlier when I said I don’t know her and she doesn't know me, but I want to be around her as much as possible because the trust Y/N has in me—knowing where she lives. Driving her car. Protecting her. Caring for her before bed. It makes me feel even more possessive. 

 Me, the loss of my warmth from a motherfucker like me, stirs Y/N and makes her feel uneasy. Staying with her might spew out feelings, especially on my end, that will be difficult to sort out. But I don’t give fuck. I’ll figure that out later. 

 For now, if Y/N asks me to stay while looking at me with those pretty brown eyes, who am I to deny her?

 “Okay,” I answered. “I’ll stay.”

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[hanasnx]

stop because i literally thought this was just me being completely utterly weird but knowing that there’s someone out there that thinks the same thing is literally so relieving, like yes?? anakin is and would be “gross” when he’s having sex?? and omg and dropping hot wax on him?? i loved all of what you said, we need more “gross”anakin. 

thank you for coming to my Ted talk.💗

(btw I’m talking about you “scratching the surface” with anakin’s other kinks)

─ prev post,

val it’s so real it’s practically canon.

like i absolutely know padme (who’s not prudish by any means & even if she was that’d be fine) was barely keeping up with her husbands sex drive and kinks. but the man knows how to lay the meanest pipe so i just know she loved being along for the ride 🤷‍♂️

sometimes some of the gross stuff i write for him i don’t even write it as a “this is gonna be so hot” it’s literally like “yea ani would do this and probably be into it” like i really try to stay true to his character and he thinks it’s hot. whether or not i do or you do is subjective. the reader in the fic is always gonna reflect ani’s sense of adventure and therefore be into what he’s into for the sake of storytelling

i have a series of unarticulated thoughts on anakin’s so-called “grossness” and i try to sprinkle them in evenly throughout my work. but since u asked for more, i’ll give you a list

let’s talk more about anakin’s disgusting habits under the cut

WARNINGS: f pronouns + anatomy, dead dove do not eat for sexually and potentially triggering explicit themes. things such as feet stuff, butt stuff, armpit stuff, pregnant/breeding/lactation kink, titfuck. mommy/daddy kink, mentioned vomit from gagging on cock & cleaning it off & face fucking, slight dubcon, sadism, dacryphilia, piss kink, blood consumption

! ── he’s so impulsive, so eager to act on a whim. unapologetically gross

! ── ani is treading pretty dangerously close to a foot fetish bcos it’s part of “his worship” for reader. and he would 100% “floss your toes with his tongue” and he’d tell reader that to their face too

! ── would make out w your ear tbh.

use tongue when he kisses you on places that are supposedly chaste. your hand or your cheek or your forehead during goodbye. what’s the point? he doesn’t know. he wants to taste the sweat on your skin

! ── he eats ass like a starving man and he loves when it’s done to him too. he doesn’t even fuckin care istg he loves ass. he loves fingering it while he’s fucking your pussy, he loves fisting it, fucking it, making you wear cute jeweled butt plugs. he wants to fist your pussy too but that’s not nearly as easy as your perfect asshole

! ── unhinged enough to lick & suck your armpits. sweaty or not. part of his insatiable need to have touched/licked every reachable inch of your body no matter how unorthodox. the possession in him

! ── shamelessly attracted to pregnant women & milfs & tits. the mommy issues on this kid is out of this world. he wants you to take care of him like you’re his mom and i mean that. and he also wants to fuck you. he’s so fucked up. if you made dinner for him? in nothing but an apron? he’d call you mommy and eat whatever you made right off of you

! ── breeding. we all know it, it’s been done before a thousand times. anakin’s the king of the breeding kink. but i’d like to say some more about it.

if you’re pregnant, he’s constantly trying to fuck you. you’re like “my love, can you grab me that? i’m in a lot of pain right now i can’t—

immediately, he’s asking: “you want me to fuck you too? it might relieve some of the pressure. i read somewhere..”

he’s practically vibrating sitting next to you thinking about how he— him— he put babies inside you. h i m.

god and if you let him have you?? he goes crazy

he’s like grabbing your hair and licking up the length of your spine and saying shit like, “gotta make sure right? gotta make sure… you’re gonna take it all… my little wife.”

and

“i did this to you, didn’t i? say it, baby, who got you fucking pregnant? fuck, your tits are gonna get so fucking big. you’re gonna let daddy milk you, right?” cos that lactation kink is so real too

he’d honestly wanna fuck your tits while they’re full of milk. watch your nips drool milk all over yourself and his dick while it’s nestled so tight in between em. you’re practically crying from the oversensitivity which is just an added plus for him.

part of the pregnancy kink is definitely the thrill of almost forcing you to have his children.. going bareback and bein like “you ready for another one? let’s make another. if it doesn’t take this time, we’ll keep doing it. i’ll give you my cum as many times as it takes, yeah? you fucking love it.” after you literally just had one of his children bcos he’s selfish and cruel and tyrannical and gets off to shit like this

! ── after a blowjob he wants you to swish and gargle his load. open your mouth so he can spit in it and make you mix it in. watch you as you swallow it and probe your mouth with his tongue to taste the remnants

! ── piss kink. he has it. he wants it both ways. something about watching you kneel in front of him to get pissed on makes him feel so superior. disgustingly superior. telling you how good you are sitting so pretty for him while he pisses on you. you’re so dirty for liking it. might make you drink it depending bcos he’s def had yours—

! ── making you practically vomit on his cock from fucking your throat so deep. swells with pride when you lick it off of him like a good girl. he loves seeing you gag and choke and lurch. the way your throat looks closing up and how your body surges from the involuntary movement. it makes him moan and fuck your mouth like a pussy. as hard as he can.

! ── twisting and pulling and flicking your clit and nips. slapping your pussy. tugging at your folds. simply bcos of his sick fascination to put you through so much for his own sexual satisfaction. don’t worry he expects the same from you.

! ── he’d lick and drink your blood in the right circumstances tbfh. if he broke the skin on you somewhere he’d lick the wound

! ── he wants to watch you hopelessly fuck so many things for him. for him, specifically. not you. for him. he wants you to put on a show for him. to redden and whine and cry bcos whatever thing (which is most likely not a toy, and something not meant to be stuck up your ass or pussy. that stretches it too wide or whatever other reason) just isn’t working and it’s not getting you where you need to be. and you beg for him to help you. to let you stop. but he doesn’t. not yet anyway

! ── seriously,,, there is so little i don’t see this boy doing ,,, there’s definitely more but this is just what i had on hand. 🥵🥵 i love anakin’s disgusting side. disgusting is an understatement. he needs a stronger word

[sensei-venus]

This is soooooo badddd but I have to.

Imagine Reader being one of Sam’s collage friends and during the holidays she takes her home to her parents house. She introduces them and they spend the whole holiday break at the LaRusso house.

Amanda instantly takes a liking to Reader.

She thinks she so cute with her big duffle bag in hand, a big smile on her face, and fat tits stuffed in a university t-shirt that’s a good size too small for her. Amanda takes the whole holiday break to chat with Reader, to hang out with her even when Sam isn't around. Reader is so cheerful and happy that she blabs about anything and everything, she answers anything Amanda asks her.

Amanda doesn’t push but she hints at more adult things, more sexual things that make her toes curl in her pretty heels. Reader answers them truthfully every time, it makes Amanda feel all wet in her underwear. She has to keep herself from trying to rub her thighs together each time they talk.

Daniel takes notice of what his wife is doing, her little game. But he lets her with no issue. He’s enjoying watching from the sidelines. He hasn’t seen his wife flirt with someone in years. He also knows that Amanda would definitely shear the plump girl with him at some point.

When it’s time to go back to college everyone is sad.

But that’s when Reader gets a message from her dorm leader saying that a gas and water issue came up and that the dorms had to be renovated before anyone could come back and live on campus. Reader is in shook, where was she supposed to go? Sam speaks up and says she should just ask and see if the LaRusso’s would let her stay a bit longer, just until she can go back to campus.

As soon as the LaRusso’s hear what happen they of course say yes and she can stay as long as she likes.

Sam goes back to school leaving Reader alone with her parents.

The days grow longer as Amanda starts to more “aggressively” going after the chubby girl. She’s making more sexual comments, she’s brushing up against her more. Her hands wondering to more intimate places that make Reader shiver.

The next thing she knows, the two women are on LaRusso’s bed with them scissoring. Their puffy and wet cunts move against each other. Amanda is groaning as she pull Readers thick leg up higher as she rides her. Her own needy pussy is thrusting hard and fast against Readers soft fat one. Folds covered in their creamy cum rub frantically together. Their clits brush at just the right angle that has them both moaning out for more.

After they cum a few times and Readers pussy is completely frothy with their mixed cum, it’s thick and warm all over her folds and twitching hole. Amanda pulls out a big strap, one her friends bought her for a gag gift a few years back. She’s so excited to actually use it on Readers fat little cunt. She can’t wait to destroy her.

She’s fucking her deep and fast, the girls whole body jiggling and moving around on the bed. Amanda is biting her lip as she watches her withering on the bed. A big fat strap pounding her pussy wide open.

That’s when Daniel walks in on the scene. Reader’s eyes widen in shock, she try’s to pull away from Amanda’s strap. Clawing to get off the fake cock because she might have just ruined someone’s marriage. But Amanda is strong and pulls her back, keeping the fake cock inside her tight pussy. She ruts into her making her moan. Daniel pulls his cock out and gets on the bed right next to Readers head. She opens her eyes and is shocked to see Daniel’s cock right in front of her face, hard and spilling pre from the slit.

“It’s ok, keep going. I want to watch my wife fuck your tight little pussy while you suck me off.”

His voice is gentle as he guides her head and laces his fingers though her hair. He guides her to his dick and she slowly takes it into her mouth.

The rest of the day is a mix of her sucking Daniel’s cock, eating Amanda out, having Amanda fuck her with a big strap, and having Daniel use her pussy like a toy while Amanda watches.

During this time period they send Sam a lot of “I love you” text’s, secretly thanking her for giving them a new friend~

[fairyycoffin]

🌻

hiii i’m going to give you a poem i currently adore :)

this is paradise by jay nebel:

Yesterday a woman walked into a Moscow subway with explosives taped to her chest and blew herself and forty others to pieces. There was a spark and then, like someone had folded the station in half, they were gone. Her first name meant paradise though it sounded more like doesn’t it. You can find paradise anywhere. I love names. I whisper them when I want a cigarette: Hemingway, Dostoyevsky and Levis, Bruce and Jane, Paradise. One of my coworkers enjoyed branding my arm with a burning metal spoon. His name was Scott, so plain and American- sounding, so abbreviated, though Scott analyzed Foucault and rolled his own cigarettes and played electric bass. In high school he sold acid to the same football players who'd beat him up outside of McDonald’s. After turning their eyeballs inside out for thirteen hours straight they never touched him again. We will do crazy things. Sometimes I would wait inside my apartment lobby with the lights turned off so I could scare the manager out of his skeleton. He and I were like Clouseau and Kato, attacking each other for months at odd hours of the night. One of my neighbors loved pissing on his wife and another worshipped the smell of manure and licked envelopes until her tongue bled. I discovered paradise while smoking pot in a minivan, until my friend mistook a Buick Skylark for a cop car, shoved my head down into the lighter and burned off my eyebrows. At his last public viewing Abraham Lincoln’s eyebrows had also disintegrated. This is the picture his enemies would have loved to keep in the breast pocket of their tuxedos while floating down the river on a Sternwheeler. My ideas about paradise have changed. I feel better knowing now that my friend who seared my eyebrows weighs over four hundred pounds. Her paradise sizzles at the all-you-can-eat Mongolian grill. You can find yours anywhere. Paradise in the aisle next to the grapefruit and the cough medicine. Paradise sucking another man’s toes over sheets of tattoo flash. In the light saber and the dinosaur, in your three-year-old singing Wayne Newton through the child monitor, Paradise entering the station alone, kneeling down and opening her jacket.

[confessions-of-a-cuck]

It had been a long hard week of work and my buddies and me just wanted to go check out the local pub that had topless girls and raffles. My wife was insistent that she be able to come, so us five blokes and my wife headed to the pub to look at some titties.

Shortly after arriving the fresh young tits were clearly to much for my wife so she went outside with one of my mates while the rest of us enjoyed some titties and beer.

It had been about 15 mins and my wife had not been in to pester me for a beer, so I went looking for her. She was not outside like I first thought, so I went to other areas to look for her.

I found her in the pokie room sitting on my friends lap playing the pokies. I could see her hands but I could not see his, then I noticed that she was grinding against him ever so gently. I gave her a yell and asked if she wanted to check out another venue. But as it was getting late she suggested getting a carton or two and heading home.

On the way home I noticed something hanging out of my mates pocket, it just so happened to be my wife's thong. Walking home conversation was pretty boring but it was made clear that my wife wanted to get some skin from my friends tonight.

We got home and started drinking, she would take turns sitting on guys laps. Letting them play with her tits. After a few hours 1 friend went off to bed and the wife went to the loo. Another of my friends went to have a smoke. Upon her return she enquired where everyone was and she went looking. After a short period I went to see what was keeping her. I found her talking to a friend while he was having a smoke. I asked her what she was doing? To which she replied just talking. I suggested that she suck his dick to motivate him to finish smoking. She liked this idea, so she put his dick in mouth and got him hard. When I was firm, she pent over and slid it into her. As my friend puffed the last few drags of his smoke, he pounded my wife and slapped her on the arse. After a few hard pumps she could feel him about to cum so she pulls away. She turns to him for a quick kiss and whispers not just yet.

My friend could not hold it though and just blew his load on to the floor. I called my wife over and suggested we go find his brother, perhaps he will be able to hold his load.

The sound of her getting pounded was too much for one of the boys and he was having a wank. My wife grabbed him by the dick and led him to where she found the brother just sitting having a beer.

I asked her what her plans are now.

She was quick to put a dick inside her while she sucked of the brother. This was to much for my friend she was fucking and he too pulled out and blew on the ground. My wife was fuming, two guys had cum but none in her. So she turned and lowered herself on another of my friends. She lent in close and said to him, you better be better than your brother. He must have taken this as some kind of challenge. He stood up and done long hard thrusts into my. He reached down and got her to spit on his hand. He then took his hand down and started rubbing her clit. She started thrusting hard and with this he slid the thumb of his spare hand in her arsehole. I watched on in awe as this guy pounded my wife. Her legs started to give out so he pushed her down into doggy and continued to pound her.

Her toes curled and she let out a large moan as she came all over his dick. This was to much for her lover and he did what his brother could not, he filled her with his sperm. She was still reeling from the orgasm, so she just laid there panting while her partner got dressed and headed on his way.

I asked her if it was my turn yet?

To which she replied not tonight she was getting tired.

So I was left masturbating while she cleaned her partners cum from her vagina.

[cambion-companion]

i am… incredibly curious to how aemond would react to reader squirting the first time, whether it be while he’s fingering her, going down on her, or fucking her. i’m just curious. like would he feel accomplished?

Ohhhhh friend. I've wanted to write for this specific scenario for a while, so thank you for being my catalyst.

Short answer is, he would love it, and be eager to have you squirting as many times as you could.

Long answer is, well, read on to find out.

Aemond x fem!reader | obviously pure filth lots of smut| 18+ only

"Aemond." You breathed his name like a prayer, his long fingers curling inside your dripping cunt as you arched into him.

Your legs shook, sweat glistening upon your skin, Aemond's tongue swirling against the hollow of your throat as you gasped for air. His middle finger pressed and rubbed on that spot that made your toes curl, though this time he did not relent when he felt your walls clench around his fingers, instead stroking you faster and with more precision.

Your hips raised off the mattress as you felt your orgasm crash over you, Aemond still mercilessly rubbing against your g spot. You let out a cry of ecstasy, gripping the pillow as Aemond's mouth found your breast, suckling at your taught nipple. You heard him gasp, watching as he sat back as clear liquid sprayed from your spasming quim, coating your husband's bare stomach with your release.

You looked at each other, a wondering smile playing at the corners of Aemond's curved mouth.

"I didn't know I could do that." You panted, catching your breath, your eyes taking in the fluid trailing down Aemond's skin.

His gaze flicked back down to your center as he slid a dexterous finger up your slit, scooping up some of your slick and tasting it on his tongue. "You taste like fruit from the Stepstones." He leaned back over you, bringing his mouth to yours, kissing you deeply, allowing you to sample the tangy tartness of your orgasm.

His hair tickled your skin as he trailed his mouth down your neck, to your chest and yet lower. Aemond placed several open-mouthed kisses low to your belly before dipping his tongue into your hot core.

"Aemond, I don't think I can-ah" You gasped, feeling the wet heat of his tongue laving at your nectar, pushing inside of you, his nose brushing your twitching clit.

"You can, my wife." He inserted two fingers back into your cunt, curling them up in a beckoning motion as you rocked your hips against his hand.

Aemond groaned against your aching core, the vibration of his voice making your toes curl as his tongue swirled around your swollen clitoris. His quickened the pace, rutting his fingers deeper inside of you, sucking and nibbling on your sensitive flesh as you began to writhe against him.

You moaned, turning your face into the pillow, tangling your fingers into his long hair to pull him deeper against your heat. "Aemond, please don't stop."

Your climax hit you harder the second time, your trembling legs closing to squeeze around Aemond's head as you squirted yet again. He latched onto your cunt, licking and drinking your essence as you cried out his name over and over again. His hand withdrew from you to help hold your hips down as you writhed against the bed, the bliss of feeling his tongue and lips and teeth working against your flesh caused your eyes to roll back, your mouth slack with pleasure.

As you came down from the high, your chest heaving, you looked down the length of your body to where Aemond was still perched between your thighs. His violet eye made unblinking contact with your gaze as he licked one last long stripe up your overstimulated center.

"That was enlightening." He rose, crawling back over you, his chin and chest wet from your messy release.

He kissed you long and hard, your tongues moving together, as Aemond rocked his arousal against you, pushing you down into the soft mattress. "You will come again for me." He shushed your protestations with another kiss, nipping at the corner of your mouth. "This time with me deep inside you."

Aemond grabbed your waist with his large hands. "Now, turn over."