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[tbgkaru-woh]

The first wanderers

[harrysfolklore]

spill your guts or fill your guts

all i have to say is, i miss this man so much

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When Harry told you that the Late Late Show asked him to do the 'Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts' segment with you as the guest, you didn't think twice before accepting the invitation.

However, as you sat in front of a table full of plates with bizarre and disgusting food, your boyfriend in front of you ready to ask you uncomfortable questions and cameras rolling catching your every reaction, you started to regret considering it in the first place.

"How are you feeling about this?" Harry asked when the cheers and applause died down, giving you his million dollar smile that made everyone drool over him.

"I can't believe I agreed to do this." You said shaking your head as you adjusted your top, giving a nervous smile to the audience.

Harry turned his head to the camera before speaking, "This is our first time, playing the game I mean," he smirked for a second, making the audience cheer and shake your head again, "And the last time we will do it also, right love?" and the blush didn't fail to appear in your cheeks at the pet name, because no matter how long you and Harry had been together, he could still make you blush like the first time.

"Right, indeed," you nodded your head, "Let's take a look at the food we have on the table."

"Okay so, we have Bug Trifle," Harry said and the audience instantly let out a collective sound of disgust, "Yeah ew," he mimicked making you laugh and he smiled slightly because your nerves were slowly fading away, "Jellyfish," the audience groaned again and Harry couldn't help himself before he mimicked them one more time "Yeah, ugh!" you laughed again as he continued naming the food for the game, that consisted in giant water scorpion, 1,000 year old eggnog, cow blood and pork tongue jelly, cod sperm, salmon smoothie and bull penis. 

"So I'll ask the first question, the producers have not shown us these ahead of time, and before I choose the food you'll have to eat I want to say something," Harry paused to look at the camera for a minute before turning to you again, "I love you babe, I consider myself a good boyfriend, and I hope I'm still a good boyfriend after this," the audience erupted in cheers and howls, and the blush rushed into your cheeks again, "That being said, let's start with the 1,000 year old eggnog."

"Nooo!" you couldn't help but squeal when the food was placed in front of you, "You know I love you too but you might end up taking the couch tonight!" Harry chuckled and the audience laughed along with him, "Is the cinnamon supposed to make this any better?" you grabbed the cinnamon stick making a disgusted face at the drink.

"Give it a sniff." Harry spread his arms as it was the most obvious thing.

"Why?" you asked but sniffed the drink anyway, "Oh my god! That's disgusting!" Harry laughed and you felt the urge to throw up without even tasting it yet.

"Come on love, It's gonna be fine," Harry sent you a wink and you rolled your eyes with affection, "Ready?" 

"No! But let's get this over with."

"Okay," Harry said as he grabbed the card to read the first question, and when he let out a devilish laugh you knew you were in for a ride, "You are great friends with the girls from BlackPink, you have been on tour together and released multiple collaborations, rank the members Jennie, Lisa, Jisoo and Rosé."

He finished the question and the audience erupted in screams and cheers, it was no secret that you and the BlackPink girls were the best of friends and they were dying to hear your answer.

You grabbed the cup and moved it close to your face scrunching your nose at the smell, "Hold on, I think I can answer it," Harry raised his brow and tilted his head at you before you continued, "I mean, I love all of them so much, and this doesn't mean I love any of them any less, It's just based on how close-"

"Drink the eggnog." Harry interrupted your rant making the audience laugh.

"Noooo!" you protested, refusing to drink the beverage, "Okay, it would be like, Jennie, Rosé, Jisoo and Lisa."

You said quickly and instantly covered your face in embarrassment, even thought the girls would understand that it's all part of the game.

"Whoo!" Harry said laughing and putting an amused face, "That was controversial, love."

"Oh shut up, It's your turn."

"Alright, now you choose something for me that I would have to eat." 

"I'll do the sperm." you said turning the table to place the food in front of him.

"Okay."

"Here you go."

"Okay." he said again and the crowd laughed for a minute.

"Just so all you know, this is exactly how an argument between us looks like, me yelling like a maniac and him just saying okay," the audience laughed again and Harry just shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.

"Alright," you said before clearing your throat and grabbing the card with his question, "Oh I'm dying to know this," your smirked before continuing, "Which songs on your One Direction albums are about me?"

Harry instantly covered his eyes and started laughing at the question, over the years fans have speculated about songs by the band were about you, since Harry confirmed he had a crush on you ever since you were on tour together.

With the crowd cheering and your expectantly look on him, Harry grabbed the napkin that was on the table to put it on his neck and try to cut the cod sperm, "Sooo, I would say track number-"

"No! Answer it or eat it!" you interrupted him and he had no other choice but to grab a piece with the fork that instantly made him make a disgusted face.

"Just don't look at it."

"Oh yeah, that fixes everything. Just don't look at it!" Harry sassed at you, "What we doing?" he looked at the camera almost in disbelief.

"This was your idea! Now go," and with a final look at you, he put the cod sperm on his mouth and started chewing it, looking directly at the camera as he did it.

"Just swallow it, why do you keep chewing on it."

"To spit or to swallow, that is the question," and the crowd broke down in laughs again at his cheekiness as he spit the cod sperm on the bucket beside him, "Really carries an aftertaste, fancy a kiss, love?" he tried to stand up and you stopped him immediately.

 "Nope! No kissing until we wash our mouths properly!"

"Okay so, I'll give you the salmon smoothie now."

And if Harry wasn't your boyfriend that you loved him so much and you weren't on live television, you swore you could murder him on the spot for giving you the food that you hated the most.

"Why are you doing this to me? You know I hate salmon."

"Come on love, I'm putting you up for a challenge," you rolled your eyes and he smiled before grabbing the card with your question, "Okay, you were part of Versace's newest campaign alongside some of the most popular supermodels in the world, who was the most unlikable out of all of them?"

"I have the answer. I can't say it, though," and without further notice, you grabbed the glass and took a big gulp of the salmon smoothie, feeling disgusted when the flavor hit your tongue and grabbing a glass of water to erase the aftertaste.

"Watching you drink that made me feel sick." Harry handed you his napkin and you wiped your mouth as you looked around the table to choose the next food for him.

"Okay, I'll give you the bug trifle," you grabbed the card with the question, "We have been dating for three years now, do you see yourself dating me for another three years?" 

"That's easy, yes," he shrugged and the audience went nuts at his confession, and your cheeks were blushing again as your heart melted.

"You're such a sap, and on national television too!" you teased him and he srugged again.

"I'm just a boy who's in love, can you blame me?" The crowd awed and you rolled your eyes as you encouraged him to give you your next food.

"I think we're going to go with bull penis," he cheekily smiled for a moment, "Yeah, bull penis. You ready?"

"No, but you could go."

"It's just bull penis," he said as he grabbed the next card, and when he read what was on it he instantly let out a mischievous laugh that made you nervous about what was coming, "Okay, who is the most surprising celeb to ever slide into your DMs?"

"Who is he?" Harry yelled after a few minutes of silence from you and you laughed at his antics, "That's information I must know, babe."

"I feel like I can say it, right?"

"You're telling me who was it off camera anyway, so?"

"Shut up!" you paused for a moment to think about if you should whether or not reveal that the most surprising celebrity that tried to hit on you via Instagram was no other than Liam Payne, your boyfriend's former bandmate, even tho he knew that you and Harry were happily in a relationship and you couldn't be less interested.

 "I think I'm eating the penis," deciding to be a nice person and not embarrass him on national television, you said and grabbed a piece of it to put in your mouth, "Oh my god! That was disgusting."

You grabbed the bucket beside you and threw the piece in as Harry laughed.

"Just so we're clear, however was that bloke, I hope you know she's taken, by me." Harry shrugged and gave the camera an innocent look.

"For your last question I'm giving you... the scorpion thing," you read his question and it was your turn to give him a devilish look, "Between Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn rank their solo-"

And before you could even finish the question, Harry already had the giant scorpion on his mouth, making you, the audience on set and his thousands of fans watching at home scream and laugh.

He spat on the bucket after chewing for a minute, took a big gulp of water and wiped his mouth before turning to the camera to wrap up the segment.

"That was 'Spill your guts or fill your guts', we'll be right back with more of the Late Late Show!"

[tommydarlings]

puppy dog eyes | c.s

pairing: sub!carlos x dom!reader

warnings: smut, face sitting, brief mention of dacryphilia

w/c: 0.6k

summary: you just couldn’t resist your boyfriend's big, brown, puppy dog eyes — you needed them to look up at you while you’re sitting on his face. (based off of this request)

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“What do you want carlos? Use your words,” you tilted your head in his direction, watching with narrowing eyes as he looked up at you from laying flat on his back on the bed you two share.

Carlos gulped as he gazed up at you with his big, brown puppy dog eyes, “you know-

“What do you want,” you repeated in a harsher way, smiling down at him as you removed your panties.

Your boyfriend sighed while you ran your fingertips along his naked chest, making him stutter a bit as he answered, “Want y-you to sit o-on my face,” he replied in a stuttering manner while you gazed up at you with this puppy dog eyes that you adore.

He was so cute with his slightly glassy, big, brown eyes.

You walked closer to him, looking down at him with raised brows before you spoke up in a taunting manner, “You want me to sit on your face, cariño?” You whispered before you bend down, balancing your face on your palm as you brushed some of his hair out of his face.

Carlos gulped and widened his eyes a bit as you touched his face.

God was he touch desperate.

Then he slowly nodded, silently answering your question, making you smile and bite your lip,

“Yeah? Would you enjoy that? When I rub my pussy over your mouth and nose, making you all wet while I’m holding your head in place by your hair, baby?” You said before you stood up again, making Carlos raise his brows and excitement.

“Don’t get too excited,” you mumbled after he nodded at your question you’ve asked before.

After some seconds of him excitingly waiting for you to fulfill his wish, you sat down on his chest, brushing his hair out of his face before you harshly grabbed them, crawling forward, putting your desperate pussy right in front of his mouth.

“C'mon, cariño,” you smirked down at him, tugging on his hair a bit, “thought you wanted to have a taste so bad,” you shrugged but quickly stopped your sassy behaviour since he let his tongue lick a stripe up your pussy, forcing you to throw your head back and moan.

“F-Fuck,” you whined in a hush tone, roughly fisting the sheets next to your boyfriends body while he only moaned and groaned into your pussy as he looked up at you with big puppy dog eyes probably begging for more.

You let your head fall forward, stuttering breaths of your yours filling the air as Carlos decided to raise his hands and grab your thighs, pulling your closer to his hungry mouth.

You briefly chuckled before you shook your head, “oh no, no, no Carlos baby…did I say you could touch me? No, I didn’t,” you told him in a harsh tone, making him whine into your pussy before he removed his hands again, harshly fisting the sheets now as well.

In a quiet manner, you cried out, squeezing your eyes shut as he ran his nose along your pussy a bit, including his tongue sometimes as well while he looked at you with slightly teary eyes.

This man was a sight for sore eyes right now, god.

“Just l-like that, c-carlos,” you gulped before you moaned and pulled his mouth even closer by his fluffy hair, “that’s a good boy, just like that,” you mumbled, looking down at him.

You fell slightly forward, balancing yourself entirely on his head as you put your second hand on his hair as well, moving your hips in circular motions as you started to stutter, breathing getting heavier and more uneven as you felt like you were gonna fall apart — but in a good way.

[jarofstyles]

hiiii could we get a really really meandom!Harry who’s very cocky & likes to manhandle y/n please please please 🙏🏻

Yall love a mean h huh? Here’s a baby blurb!!

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Warnings- mean don obviously, lots of degradation, gagging, slight dumbification,

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“I’ve had enough of looking at you disobey me.” He snarled. Her breath was stolen as his hands gripped her hips, physically tossing her on to her knees, not giving her any time to recover as he tugged her up to where he wanted her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She cried out, spitting hair out of her mouth as she tried to plead her case. “I tried to hold it, I really did. It felt t-too good.” Reaching her orgasm without permission was not something the man took kindly to. Not after he made it explicitly clear that he owned every drop of her pleasure.

“Sorry isn’t fucking good enough, is it?” There was little time to think before his cock impaled her again, sliding all the way inside and stealing her breath. A broken moan left her swollen mouth as he pulled out and slammed back in again, jostling her on the bed. “Didn’t you learn your lesson last time? Can’t believe I have t’keep teaching you how to be good.”

She knew it was pathetic but she loved when he got like this. When he spoke mean to her, his tone low and sharp as his cock fucked into her. Being used like this was the thing she wanted most of all and Harry gave it to her so good, she couldn’t stop coming back. “I-I….” The girl had attempted to say something, but the thrusts had fucked any thought she had right out of her head.

“You what? Fucking whore… god, it’s a good thing your cunt feels this good. I’d have no use for you if it wasn’t.” He could tell she liked it from how wet she god, gushing around his prick and soaking him more than any other woman had. The sloppy sounds of her ruined cunt getting deep fucked were loud and welcomed, next to her little whines each time he thrust all the way in. “Yeah… good little pussy, takes me so well. At least she works properly, unlike that empty little head of yours. Just lay there and let me use you to get off.”

That had her cunt fluttering around his cock again, clueing him in to just how much she liked the degrading. “Pathetic.” Fingers pressed into her mouth, making her moans muffle as she attempted to suck on them. “Need all your holes filled just t’make you happy. Lucky I’m so nice to you and let you be my fucktoy. I have options, y’know sweets? Could get my dick wet whenever I leave the house but…” he felt her moan on his digits as his other hand dipped his thumb into her ass. “None of them let me toss ‘em around quite like you. You know your place as my pretty set of holes, don’t you?”

There was a feeble attempt at a nod but she was hindered by the fingers she had stroking her tongue, eyes tearing up again as he got deep into her. It felt like he was in her stomach, the intrusion on her ass only adding to the full feeling she’d been craving. “Good. I don’t want t’have to replace you, sweetheart. Don’t think anyone else would get this wet from having their sweet cunt bullied by a cock that’s a bit too big for them to take.”

[anniflamma]

This isn't a question, but rather a love letter to your art<3.

Thanks to you, I've started enjoying Greek mythology and the Bible again (I mean from a point of artistic, mythological, historical, and theological analysis; my status with any kind of religion is being agnostic XD).

And I already enjoyed Epic the Musical, but I really love the designs you make, how you empathize with the symbolism and lore of the Gods when designing them, and how you make Odysseus so human with his crude expressions that makes me empathize with him (And he's one of the characters I hated the most from Greek mythology lol)

And then there’s your art about the bible, I have to admit that I tend to avoid the biblical religion because of the weight it still has on our daily lives, the damage it has done from the past to this day, and how they deny it with current hypocrisy (I live in Spain, there the official religion is catholic), but your lgbt drawings have really encouraged me to open the bible and see it from an objective and neutral point of view, and just enjoy it as another book and not as something I’m forced to follow.

Also I didn’t know there was so much LGBT content in the bible XD Seriously, thank you so much, if you had a patreon, I would pay you for the amount of happiness and culture you have given me (^///^)

By the way, reading your posts I found out that you recently experienced an internet drama that has become so popular lately. I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry that both you and that poor artist had to go through this, that human hypocrisy has no limits or shame, and that I agree with everything you say. Just because we like a character or an author doesn't mean we agree with their crimes or ideologies.

I hope you have a nice day<3

Hi! I’m sorry it took me a while to respond! I mean it, I’ve read this over and over, and it makes me so happy. I’ve been thinking about how to respond, but sometimes it's hard to get it out into words.

It makes me so happy that my biggest interests make others interested in it too. Heck, when people ask questions, I get all giddy!

Talking about biblical/christian saints, greek myths, history, different cultural views and changes was kind of the whole point of why I started this tumblr blog. I have so many drafts filled with random info about LGBTQ+ saints..... Now… I post mostly thirsty drawings of greek gods with hairy chests... T.T

And I sympathize a lot when it comes to religious trauma. I consider myself lucky in these matters, my mom is Catholic, and she has her views that I don’t agree with and hurtful. Yet she still supports me in her way and watching my bible retelling animatics, everytime I post a new bible animatic, she writes me: "What have you done to Daniel..."

I also have my hurts and anger towards hypocrisies too, and I guess this is my way of countering that?

LGBT content in the Bible is something that really fascinates me. I think it's important to keep in mind that people from about 2,500 years ago had very different views when it came to gender and sex compared to how we see it today. In a way, the Bible does have strict social gender expectations, and if you didn’t fit in, then you weren’t considered part of that gender. But at the same time, it acknowledges that your sex. I think it’s in the Talmud were it discusses the fact that, throughout the Bible, there were about eight genders:

Zachar: male.

Nekevah: female.

Androgynos: having both male and female characteristics.

Tumtum: lacking sexual characteristics.

Aylonit hamah: identified as female at birth but later naturally developed male characteristics.

Aylonit adam: identified as female at birth but later developed male characteristics through human intervention.

Saris hamah: identified as male at birth but later naturally developed female characteristics.

Saris adam: identified as male at birth but later developed female characteristics through human intervention.

Some scholars even believe that Abraham and Sarah were Tumtum. A Tumtum is not considered to be very distinct but rather flexible between male and female sex/gender—"sometimes he is a man, and sometimes he is a woman." The simple fact that God said Abraham had a womb and from it, he would have children. Some say that this is why he is a Tumtum, while some historical linguists argue that ancient Hebrew didn’t have the vocabulary for male genitalia yet. Both arguments are valid, and I like them both!

There’s tons of stuff I could bring up—Joseph with his princess dress, Naomi and Ruth, David and Jonathan, and the discussions around whether Daniel was a Saris Hamah or a Saris Adam. We know he was called a saris, but we’re just not sure which. And then there's Jael, whose story is filled with a lot of phallic symbolism, and even her name is very gender-neutral.

I think I’m going to end here. I could yap about these things forever! But thank you again taking your time writing to me and I hope you also have a nice day! <3

[welldonebeca]

Glitter and Goo (iii)

Summary: When you have to go on a mission to a different planet together, Bucky is hit by a mating ritual flower, and some feelings you two have been hiding come up. AKA: It’s a sex pollen fic with a side of breeding kink. WC: 1.8k words Warnings: Romantic tension. Fluff. Dirty talking. Passionate sex. Breeding kink. Praising kink. Size difference. Cock warming. A/N: Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me... y'all know the deal. It's my birthday, you get smut.

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Bucky climbed onto the mattress and you grabbed him quickly, pulling him close and kissing him hungrily.

Yes, you wanted him to fill you. You needed it!

His cock brushed against your leg, and you spread your thighs.

"In me," you pleaded. "Bucky. Please."

You were so empty! You needed him.

But he didn't give it to you, no. Instead, Bucky buried his face in your neck, kissing it as his hand fondled your breast.

"Such beautiful tits," Bucky babbled. "Always loved your tits, wanted to kiss them so much."

He pinched your nipples, tugging on them.

"Big tits to feed my big babies," he grunted. "Gonna nurture them with them, right?"

You nodded, swallowing down, and whined when he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples.

"Please," you whined. "Need you!"

Why was he being so mean? You needed him inside you!

Bucky took his lips away, pressing your tits together.

"Gotta prepare you," Bucky bit your nipples. "You're too small."

No you weren't!

You reached down to his cock, hoping you could tempt him into getting inside you, but stopped, shocked, when you wrapped your fingers around him and couldn't close your fingers around him.

Oh.

James put his hands between your legs, and you whimpered when he parted your folds with his fingers.

"You're so wet," he purred. "Just for me, right? Just for my cock?"

His fingers travelled up, circling your clit as his teeth ran over your nipple, biting and sucking.

"Bucky," you whined, squirming under him, the smell of his skin clouding your thoughts a little.

You needed him, you needed his cock! Not his fingers.

Bucky let your tits go, his nose moving between them, his tongue licking your skin.

"Gonna make your tits swell," he promised. "Fill with milk to feed my child."

You moaned at the idea. God, he would put such big babies in you, right? Big healthy babies!

"Please," you begged. "Want your cock inside me. Want you to breed me."

Bucky circled your clit a bit more.

"But I need-"

"I need you!" you pleaded. "I need you, Bucky. Please. Inside me!"

He stopped, and looked at your face, giving you time to put your hands on his cheeks.

"Please, Bucky," you pleaded. "You said you'd breed me, right? I want you, I need you!"

His eyes softened completely, and he nodded weakly before moving up.

You turned a bit for him, though, showing him your ass, and he moaned darkly.

"Want me to fuck you from behind?" he grunted. "Fuck, baby..."

"Please," you insisted. "Bucky!"

He embraced you from behind, placing his cock weeping cock over your pussy, looking so big from where you were looking that you knew you'd feel him there for days.

He pushed the head in, and you moaned at finally - fucking finally - being able to fill him.

"Yes," you cried. "Yes, Bucky, yes."

His cock slipped into you in the easiest way, as if you were only waiting for it your whole life. As if you were waiting just for him.

"You're so wet, baby," he grunted into your neck. "So welcoming!"

Bucky wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you in close as he moved slowly and gently.

Too slowly and too gently.

"Please," you whined. "Fuck me! Please!"

He held you in place.

"Gotta be careful," Bucky pinched your nipple. "Can't hurt you."

You tugged onto his arm, nearly digging your nails into his arm.

"No," you pleaded. "Want you to hurt me, please."

Bucky froze.

"Doll?" he asked softly.

You pressed your ass against him, trying to get his cock to bottom out inside you.

"Wanna feel you forever," you pleaded. "Please, Bucky!"

It was enough to break him.

James pulled his hips back, slamming his hips into yours and filling you completely before adjusting behind you.

He fucked you in his earnest, fucking you hard and deep, and you moaned in delight.

"Mine," he growled into your neck. "You're just mine."

His arm came around you, and you gasped when he placed his metal arm over your body, with his hand framing your cunt.

"Gonna fill you with cum,"  he promised darkly. "Breed you, show everyone you're mine."

Bucky adjusted you, until his fingers were on your folds and your clit, and you cried out when you felt it vibrating.

"Yes," you cried. "Bucky!"

"Say it," he twisted your nipple with his free hand. "Say you're mine!"

You clung to his arms.

"I'm yours," you cried. "Bucky, I'm yours."

He half growled, face buried in your neck, and your eyes fluttered closed when you felt him throbbing inside your pussy, filling you up suddenly.

But he didn't stop. If anything, Bucky fucked you harder.

Your eyes nearly crossed he continued to move, pushing his cum deep inside you, and you could feel the knot of pleasure growing in your belly.

"Like this?" he moaned into your neck. "Wanted me to fuck you like that, baby? Bruise that pussy with me big cock?"

"Yes," you cried.

Bucky pressed his vibrating hand to your clit.

"Fuck," you felt your body shaking. "Bucky! Bucky, please!"

"Want me to make you cum?" he pressed his lips to your ear. "Want me to make you cum while I breed you, pretty girl? While I give you a baby?"

You nodded, feeling your pussy already fluttering, your body already so fucking ready.

He angled his hand, moving in circles around your clit and angling his cock.

He brushed against the sweetest spot inside, and you cried in pleasure when he did. Bucky adjusted, and with each stroke of his cock hit the perfect spot, making you melt and cry.

"Yes, yes,"  you cried. "Bucky!"

His touches were insistent, unstopping, and you came.

Things got blurry after that, and you couldn't focus on how many times you came and he came.

Bucky fucked his cum deep inside you, always thick and hot, and you welcomed it happily

Oh, how you wished he would breed you there and then.

He  fed you and made sure you drank water in between fucking, though you were pretty sure FRIDAY was the one to remind you two to about it.

By the time you were out of the horny fog, it was time to land the ship.

"Shh, sweet girl," Bucky squeezed you in place with his metal arm. "Gotta keep you safe as we land."

You were sat right on his cock, just your lab coat covering your ass. Bucky was mean to you, making you sit there while he took control of the ship, and if it was the easiest thing you could do while he worked, when it wasn't.

It absolutely wasn't.

You'd fucked for the two whole days, and maybe a little more. Maybe he had decreased the speed of the ship when you were a little closer to Earth so you could see the moon as you came.

This was the last time you two would be fucking in a while.

Two days had left you quite sore.

The effects of the pollen and goo were gone, and while you two hadn't talked, it was a silent understanding that you two were on the same page.

You held onto him when you felt the ship landing, shaking a bit like a plane would.

Bucky only let you go when the ship landed completely.

"FRIDAY, make sure we have a few minutes of privacy," he requested.

"How long, Agent Barnes?"

He thought for a moment.

"20 minutes," he requested. "It's enough."

The system darkened the window in front of you and Bucky moved you gently, caressing your cheek gently.

"You want me to make you cum now, baby?" he offered. "I can just pull out."

You shook your head, hiding your face in his chest. There was no way you could possibly cum anymore.

"Want you to cum in me," you requested, half whining. "Please."

He chuckled.

"What an eager girl, my sweetheart is," Bucky adjusted you, fucking you with shallow thrusts. "Just want cum, baby?"

You nodded, bouncing the littlest bit on his lap.

Fuck, if you ever had to continue with this, you'd have to get an IUD. You couldn't go back to condoms after having his cum freshly fucked into you, you just couldn't.

He held you close and tightly, kissing your temple and cheek sweetly, caressing your back as you bounced gently over him.

Bucky used you with the gentleness of a man who'd learned every bit of your body and pleasure, and you let out a soft moan when he filled you, at last.

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The Sims 4 Amber House Pack - PUBLIC RELEASE!

CLICK HERE TO GO TO THE PATREON PAGE!

Oh...my...GOD!!! I can't believe this is actually happening....

After 3 years of hard work, I am here to welcome everyone to:

The Sims 4 Amber House Pack!

It's time to create your own mission style dream house, with this collection of 345 brand new and hella cool build/buy mode items, inspired by Dontnod's "Life is Strange: Before the Storm" game.

EARLY ACCESS: You can get the pack right now, on my PATREON on the 3-5$ tiers, or wait for the 12th of May for the public release!

Please read EVERYTHING included in the post as it contains useful information about the pack!

DISCLAIMER: Simsi45 or The Sims 4 Amber House Pack is NOT affiliated or associated with Electronic Arts, Square Enix, Deck Nine or Dontnod in ANY way. This is a purely fanmade pack made by me, a fan of both games that wanted to get the best of both worlds.

FEATURES:

 345 new items (including sofas, tables, decor, windows, doors and much much more!)

 Search for "amberhouse", "lis", "simsi45" to find most of the items in the build/buy catalog.

 Custom original names and descriptions. (the best I could come up with :P)

 Tons of custom recolors (based on original textures) to mix and match items more easily.

 Heavy modification on original meshes and textures, including english text turned into simlish.

 Everything has been playtested thoroughly.

 Included are a couple of easter egg items from The Sims 2 that I thought fit the theme well.

New lot I made showcased in the trailer and pics (found in the gallery under my tag @simsi45_mods) a recreation of Rachel Amber's house.

LOT INSTALLATION:

Included in the pack is the lot recreation of the Amber House that's featured in the pictures and videos.

You can get the lot by:

Using the gallery. Make a search under my EA id: @simsi45_mods and download the lot as usual. I've included customized pictures to identify my own lot more easily. Make sure you have the "enable custom content" tag ENABLED for the lot to show up in the results.

If you have difficulties using the gallery you can download the lot tray files from the bottom of the post, and move them inside your own tray folder. This can be found in your documents/electronic arts/the sims 4/ tray folder. This way you can install the lot without the need of the gallery.

NOTES:

~ The pack is in an EARLY-ACCESS STATE! I have dedicated a lot of time to test everything but I'm a team of just a single person. If you find any issues please let me know so I can take a look.

~ Because of the amount of items the size of the pack is quite big. I tried my best to make everything as compact as possible with the final size being 1.5 GB of required free space. 

~ The majority of the meshes and textures of these items are ripped straight from the LIS: Before the Storm game, and then each individual item (both mesh and textures) has been heavily modified and edited to fit and function properly within the Sims 4 game's engine. That's why some items will look identical to the original game, some look somewhat different, and some are brand new meshes I made using the original items.

~ Some of the original ripped meshes' poly counts were WAY too high so I had to lower the polygons so The Sims 4 wouldn't explode when filling a lot with them. I lowered the polygons and edited most of the items as much as possible without compromising their original look too much. In other words I tried to find the best balance between looks and performance and after lots of testing on my moderate PC system, I can confirm the game runs super smoothly on my end. 

BACKSTORY ABOUT THE PACK (no spoilers):

This pack started with an idea I got back in 2017 when I first played Life Is Strange Before The Storm. When visiting the Amber house, I immediately fell in love with it as I am huge fan of the craftsman architectural style, it's literally all I'd want my dream house to be. The art team has done an incredible job on it, and as I personally find the art style of the Life is Strange series and The Sims 4 to fit very well with each other, I wanted to make these assets available for The Sims 4. Of course back then this all seemed impossible, however a few years later in 2020 during quarantine I revisited the idea as it had been stuck on my wishlist ever since.

To make a long story short, this project has been in the works for about 3 years now, and after a lot of hard work, head scratching and quite a few sleepless nights I managed to overcome all the obstacles I came across (which were a lot mind you) and I'm honestly hoping you'll be as pleased with the results as I am. Seriously this exceeded my expectations as it started as a small little pack for my personal use, to what I'd consider an expansion pack's (or even more) worth of build/buy content.

INSTALLATION:

Due to the size of the pack I had to split it up into multiple parts. You will need a .RAR extractor unpack it. More specifically:

1 -> Download ALL 6 parts of the pack and put them ALL in the same folder. 2 -> Right click the 1st part .RAR file named "Simsi45 - The Sims 4 Amber House Pack.part1" and click "Extract Here"   3 -> Once that's finished a package file will appear, this is the entire pack and you can now move that into The Sims 4/Mods. Simple as that!

CREDITS & THANKS:

~Dontnod, Square Enix, Deck Nine for the original meshes & textures ripped from Life is Strange: Before the Storm that were used to create most of the items.

~EA for some meshes & textures used to convert some items from The Sims 2.

Special thank you to all the patreon members that stuck with me throughout me developing the pack. Although not many I really appreciate every single one of you for the support you've given me and for sticking around!

[andcars]

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IT'S TIME TO GET AWAY from the singaporean heat. after the race, you and carlos decide to go off to a beach together. at least the wind and the ocean breeze is letting you cool off. carlos has other plans though. ────── original prompt req.

PROMPTED DIALOGUE . . . # “We’ll only be caught if you’re loud” PROMPTED TAGS . . . # degradation kink, size kink, just the tip ADD. TAGS . . . # quickie, public sex, beach sex, it is not just the tip, established relationship, husband carlos sainz WORD COUNT. . . # 1.5k

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After Singapore, both of you could afford getting cooler now. The heat after the race was manic, so you and Carlos are off to somewhere to cool down. Nothing extreme, really, you both decide to chill on the beach

Okay, sure, it wasn’t totally off the heat. But under the umbrella, Carlos relaxing right beside you, it is cool enough. 

There were little to no people here. Both of you found a beach a few countries away from the crowd. And the wind is cool and refreshing, just the right amount to enjoy this day.

“Cariño (dear),” he says, slightly mumbling beside you. He’s on his chest, face on the chair and enjoying the coolness on his back. “Can you put some sunscreen on? I don’t think I put them on earlier.”

Sighing, you stand from your comfortable position. As you sit on the edge of his chair, you’re already regretting agreeing to go to the beach. “You’re making me your slave.”

“No, you’re my wife, and you love me,” he chuckles, “Please? I can put the cream on your back later too.”

Splattering the lotion on your hands, you get to massage it on your husband’s back. You can feel the tenseness of his muscles, the hard edges of his shoulders. The curve on this back was so good too.

He hummed. “I like that.”

“Good for you, amor (love),” you hum, trying not to get distracted. “Are you getting some on your front as well?”

“Actually—” Carlos sits back up on his knees, pulling you to lay down on his chair instead. “I feel cold without you beside me.”

“Carlos!” you half scream at him, mindful if there is anyone near you. You don’t see anyone. “I’m getting off.”

He laughs at your words and pulls you close, your hips laying on his lap. “It's been four weeks, cariño, you have to love me again.”

“You’re acting like an unfulfilled wife,” you say, “we’ve been together for more than four weeks. Way more than four weeks.”

“I am unfulfilled,” he says, pouting, “I am unfulfilled. So husband, please fill your wife?”

A laugh barks out of you. “God, you’re so stupid, Carlos.”

“And you love stupid.”

He leans down, immediately attacking your neck with his lips. It’s ticklish. You can’t help the giggles that come out of you. Carlos is gripping on your hips as you squirm underneath him.

His lips trail behind your neck, “I’ll just fuck you quick. Just give me a good moment.”

“You don’t think you can wait?” you raise an eyebrow. 

He says, “I miss you too much. No one is here.”

“Just because that no one is here doesn’t mean—ugh. You, Sir, have an exhibitionist streak.”

He laughs and you feel it rumble in his chest. “You know I don’t like it when you say big words. I call it… Loving you publicly.”

“Jesus, you sap.”

Carlos pulls the string of your panties, your swimwear coming undone below you. The hit of wind on your pussy is shocking. You let out a shiver, shying your face away.

“Fucking hell…” you groan, feeling his trunks tent below you. The man isn’t even phases, acting like you’re fucking in the safety of your home.

“Just—fucking hell, just the tip. I don’t want to clean up, okay?”

He hums in response, which isn’t reliable at all. Before you could say more, he goes to kiss you. Shutting you up must be the quickest solution to him.

With hurried movements, he pulls down his briefs just so that he could let his cock out. You shiver as you feel it slap against you, moaning as you can already remember how it feels inside of you. Stretching you out, reaching deep inside you, twitching cum out—

Fuck. Carlos' finger caresses your vulva, feeling the wetness that’s gushing out your core. He puts his finger there, feeling it spreading it around. 

Before you could tell him anything, he pushed two inside. “You’re still so loose,” he moans. He’s mumbling on your lips, smiling and kissing you hard. Pulling away briefly, he looks down to see where his fingers are. “Taking it good. You like it when I use you like this—”

“Carlos—”

“You know I’m right. My little wife is such a good slut for me,” he bites your lips, pushing his tongue against you with a sigh. His fingers speed up, rubbing inside of you that  gets you to curl up. He swallows down your moans with a lick of your lips and a moan.

He spreads those fingers out, making sure that you could take even the head of his cock. You try not to think about if he’s actually just going to put the tip in. You pray so. The tissues in your bag next to the both of you are remembered. You have a short moment, thinking about ruining the mood a little to reach into it.

He doesn’t give you an option, pressing his feet down to the sand as he towers over you. His large body easily covers you, blocking you away from sight as his arms around your head. The tip of him is pushing in, he grunts as he feels you envelop him.

“Fuck… Carlos,” you moan, pulling away from the kiss to push your head back. There’s a stretch as he pushes in, letting you take an inch of his cock in.

“Shit, just get off,” you moan, reaching below him to work the rest of this shaft. He lets you, but he doesn’t lay there and take it. Holding you still, he fucks shortly into you, only keeping the tip in as requested. 

“You wanted me like this?” he says, breathing heavily as he thrusts tentatively. “My cock fucking fills you up so much that you can’t even take anymore? Cariño, you’re drooling for me. You want my cock inside of you, not just this.”

Fuck. Your hand goes still and simply takes his thrusts, simply giving him an extra grip to fuck into. Carlos doesn’t seem to mind. He goes silent above you, focusing on getting off. With a free hand, he puts his fingers on your clit and starts stroking. You mewl, arching your back a little. The movement pushes more of his cock inside.

“Mi puta (my whore)” he groans, hips staggering a little. “So tight. I can feel you, amor. You’re so fucking tight.”

You debate about it again. Having to clean yourself up would be so tiring. But Carlos looks like he’s about to pass out if he doesn’t get his cock inside of you.

Wordlessly, you look away and twitch your head up. Carlos sees it, you know he does. Because the next moment, he has your legs propped up on his shoulders and his cock pushing in. You maon, but you quickly go to bite your lip.

“Come on,” he whispers, “Be quiet, amor. You said I will only take it quickly. Or do you like my cock too much?”

His groans are loud on top of you. “You like it when I fuck you good like this? Make you a whore where everyone can see? Fuck, amor, you’re tightening on me and you pretend to not like it.”

He fucks into you fast, the stroke of his cock short and yet hitting your spot every time. With a hand over your mouth, you keep yourself from being too loud. Out of embarrassment, you don’t even want to go ahead and check if someone is looking at you. It’s too fucking embarassign.

Yet here you are, legs spread for your husband in the middle of a beach. Nothing hides you from the rest of the world. 

‘Showing his love publicly’, your ass. He’s hammering into your pussy harder than you do behind closed doors. This man loves taking you where everyone can watch. And you’re kinda into it too.

The constant pace on you puts you close, your orgasm imminent. You moan it out, “Carlos, baby, I’m gonna fucking cum…!”

“Fuck, yes! Take it!” He cradles you closer, pushing you chest to chest as he fucks you like a rabbit. It’s intense. You feel your lip bleeding from how much you’re trying to hold the noise in. He moans, “Can’t even keep quiet, not when I fuck you dumb like my puta (whore), agh—”

With a few more thrusts, you can feel him cum inside of you. Your inner walls are covered in his cum,not letting a single drop outside of your pussy.

He smiles, pulling himself up as he pushes his hair back. “I told you I’d put the cream on you.“

“Jesus Christ, Carlos!” You want to punch him. He only laughs and helps you clean up. It’s the least he can do after cuming inside of you like that.

When you leave the beach, the woman at the bar doesn’t make eye contact. You don’t try to force one either. Meanwhile, Carlos is happily behind you, carrying all of your things. Little shit.

🗒 𝗣𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗟 . . . woooo! carlos sainz is back for another one . i actually have a good amt of carlos requests which is fun. alsooo announcement coming soon and i may be posting more . trying to post anyways . will be juggling requests n other fics 👍👍👍 . ˎˊ˗ ᝰ. ──── 📨 @delululeclerc @hiireadstuff @bicchaan

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[robsheridan]

4th of July family album, 1950s-70s. The good ol’ days, a reminder of how things USED to be. Kids these days will never know the simple joy of summoning meat demons from the void dimensions to grill on an open fire. Back then we weren’t “taking selfies,” we were building bone golems of ourselves to bring to brief unholy life so we could ignite them into flames.

We didn’t need “apps” to have fun, we were outside celebrating America by self-immolating and roaming the streets smoldering with hellfire. I can still smell the burning skin! And we didn’t even get hurt, because we were just tougher back then; and also conducted human sacrifices that granted us protection, but you’d get “cancelled” for that these days.

No one complained if you wanted to fill the lake with the blood of cursed swine to bring it to a boil, and we weren’t shy about skinny dipping in it, heck we’d strip down to our bones as we gnawed on each others’ melting flesh - a little snack before heading home for barbecued ribs cracked right off the crispy meat demons.

As night fell we’d sing songs that might not be “politically correct” today just because they were the six profane recitations of Zasorael which brought forth the Araknoloids, but that’s just how things were back then: Men were men, women were women, and the Araknaloids were giant bloodthirsty hellspiders who lit up the sky with ectoplasmic glory when we fed them explosives. And as their flaming bones rained down upon the sky, burning our houses and cars and grandma, we weren’t afraid to say GOD BLESS AMERICA.

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[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine teaming up with Shanks to pull a prank on Rayleigh

The crew has stopped off at the Sabaody archipelago for a few weeks

Shanks: *talking with Benn* I can't think of a good prank.

You: *the resident prankster* need help

Benn: has anyone ever told you eavesdropping is rude?

You: repeatedly, but who are we pranking?

Shanks: *makes eye contact with Benn*

Benn: *shrugs* they do know what they're doing.

Shanks: Alright, but you can't tell anyone what we're planning. So it'll be you, me, Benn, Yassop, and Lucky Roux pranking Rayleigh.

You: *hisses* you want to prank Dark King Rayleigh! Have you lost your mind!

Shanks: we'll be fine as long as we don't piss off Shakky, which having you on board makes things a lot easier she likes you after all, and we don't break anything. Also, Rayleigh raised me on Roger's ship, and it's tradition that I prank him when I come to visit.

You: if you say so... I may have an idea then.

Two days later

Shanks: this is the stupidest prank I've ever heard of. He likes this grandpa candy.

Benn: *throw a bag of hard caramels at him,* it's funny, now keep working.

You: now remember, we're going to do this slowly at first a few candies here and there, then we'll pull out all the stops.

A week later

Rayleigh: Alright, which one of you motherfuckers filled my dresser with candy?

Shanks: Oh you must be getting to that age.

Rayleigh: you don't fool me for a second you little shit, and what age?

Benn: That age where the old people candy just sort of spawns near you.

Rayleigh: What? That's not a thing.

Benn: You can believe whatever you want, my father did the same thing when it started to happen to him. But he was eventually buried in it, and his neighbors spent two days digging him out.

Rayleigh: *starting to lose it* Just tell me who it is, and I promise I won't be mad.

Shanks: don't look at me, you know I hate that shit.

Benn: It hurts my teeth.

Yassop: I wouldn't dare.

Rayleigh: *locks eyes with you*

You: *hides behind Shakky* I am innocent, I promise.

Shakky: *pats you on the back, while pickpocketing you of the candy in your pockets* You're scaring the children dear.

Rayleigh: The promise of a pirate when they're being accused means very little. *Looks to Lucky Roux*

Lucky Roux: *shakes his head * I swear upon my tongue.

Rayleigh: That's it! All of you empty your pockets right this instant!

Shakky: *wraps her arms around Rayleigh, sliding her hands and the candy into his back pockets* Calm down my love, you shouldn't accuse them of anything without proof.

Rayleigh: *deflates and his anger leave him* You're right I'm sorry.

Shakky: * pulls her hands out of his back pockets and shows him the candy* especially when they may be right.

Rayleigh: God damn it! *Storms out of the room*

Shakky: I'm going to keep this little prank going even after you all have left, it's quite fun to see him so worked up.

Shanks: when did you figure it out?

Shakky: oh please, this is my house, nothing comes in or out without me knowing. Plus none of you are slick, I could hear the crinkling from the bags all night.

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The door to your room is closed

He feels like a creep staring at it from across the hall, but he needs a moment to think before trying to talk to you

He’s never liked confrontations, always too worried about saying or doing the wrong thing, but he has to do this–he knows he does

Besides, not only has he promised Hoodie, but he’s also promised himself that he’d make things right again

Because ultimately, the thought of having somehow hurt you, whether intentionally or not, breaks his dead black heart

And despite everything that’s happened recently, despite all the heartache and yearning, he’s missed you

He’s barely had any time to hang out with you, to see you, to hear your beautiful voice 

God, he misses your smile

He runs his fingers through his hair

At the end of the day, it’s you, he reminds himself 

He knows you’ll listen to him, and he knows you’ll take him seriously

He shouldn’t be worrying so much, it’s just stressing him out

But before he can approach your room, he hears footsteps coming down the hall

He sighs, waiting for the person to pass

He’d rather not have anyone listening in on your conversation, if it can be avoided

Nat walks by, the clock in her eye tick tick ticking as she moves past him

She offers him a cursory glance, and for a brief moment, she almost seems to pause

But then she keeps walking, apparently ignoring him for the most part, and he watches her go before his sight lands on your door once more

He sighs to himself again

He knows he can’t keep stalling forever—it’s getting ridiculous

Ruffling his hair one last time, he walks up to your door, raises his fist, then takes one last deep breath to steel his nerves and ready himself

And that’s when your scent hits him

It nearly dazes him, knocking the wind out of his lungs and leaving him utterly breathless

It’s not the first time he smells your arousal, but it feels like it’s been so long since the last time

And it’s so utterly mouthwatering

His first instinct, though entirely inappropriate, is to lean in closer to your door

He hears you—quiet, breathy little sighs and whimpers filling the space beyond the door—and the horrible thought of someone else pleasuring you flashes to mind

Jealousy burns in his chest

He closes his eyes, pressing his ear to the door, straining to hear if you’re alone

It’s none of his business, he knows that

Really, it’s a huge violation of your privacy

But civility be damned—his instincts are too strong, too possessive to ignore them

Thankfully, he doesn’t hear anyone else, nor does he smell them

He only hears your angelic sounds, only smells your delicious scent

He hears what he can only assume to be your cunt squelching noisily

And he wonders what could’ve possibly gotten you so riled up 

Are you thinking of him?

Are you remembering how his mouth had felt between your thighs, how his fingers had felt teasing at your slit and then slowly sinking into that perfect little cunt of yours?

He swallows thickly, the idea igniting an all-too-familiar rush of heat through his body and down to his groin

Maybe you’re imagining more than that

Maybe you’re imagining how it’d feel for him to push the entirety of his stiff length into you, fucking it in and out, in and out of your fluttering walls until you’re panting and mewling for him—just like now, but louder and greedier for more

This is fucked, he realizes

Not only is he listening in on something personal, something private, but he’s doing so while having some of the filthiest fantasies possible

He was supposed to talk to you, he was supposed to make things right 

But now all he can think about is mating you, breeding you

He wants to taste you again, feel your cunt clench around his tongue, your arousal sweet like honey and entirely too addictive as he laps it all up

He releases a quiet, shaky breath 

There’s no way either of you are in the right headspace for an important discussion 

He should leave

He should respect your space and come back some other time when the both of you are ready for it

But then you make a cute, desperate little whimper, and the sound goes straight to his throbbing erection

Fuck

Fuck, fuck, fuck

He’s torn

He doesn’t want to leave, not when staying means he could hear you reach your climax 

But he knows he should 

He’d be no better than BEN if he stayed

He squeezes his eyes shut, like he’s trying to memorize the sounds you’re making before leaving

And he swears he’s about to leave, but then your moans get louder, your breaths heaving out in shuddered curses, and he thinks fuck, he can’t walk away 

Not now, not when you’re about to cum

He leans up closer to the door, straining to hear every little noise escaping you 

The smell of your arousal is so, so sweet 

You’re intoxicating 

You cry out, sounding oh so wonderfully close to your peak 

But then… nothing

He furrows his brows in confusion, leaning up even closer against the wooden surface 

Silence

Well, not complete silence 

He can still you breathing heavily, but it’s clear you’re no longer in the midst of pleasuring yourself 

You huff, and then he hears shuffling, like you’re moving around 

He decides he’s cut it close enough, and he should really get out of here by now 

He doesn’t make a single noise on the way back to his room

His dick is throbbing in his jeans, which feel way too tight around his erection 

Despite that, he can’t stop himself from wondering about you

Could you not make yourself cum?

The next day, after breakfast, he returns to your room

He decided the best course of action was to confront you bright and early in the morning, just to make sure nothing could get in the way

And he’s about to knock on your door when he hears it again

You’re moaning

Fuck

Just like yesterday, he can’t resist leaning in, trying to hear more, trying to inhale more of your addictive scent

It’s his instincts, he tells himself

His instincts make it damn near impossible to ignore you and walk away

He needs to hear you, he needs to breathe in your scent like every breath will be his last

You sound so filthy

His perfect little mate, so wrapped up in your search for release that you’re not even trying to be quiet

You almost sound like a pornstar—lewd and desperate, just begging to be stuffed full of cum

He swallows back a groan

He didn’t take care of his need yesterday, opting instead for a distraction, because he’d felt too guilty jerking off after spying on you

But now he’s twice as horny as he’d otherwise be

And combined with how openly shameless you’re being, to the point where he’s certain another creep would be able to hear you if they walked past, he realizes how badly he needs this

So even though it’s extremely risky, out in the open corridor right in front of your door, he can’t resist reaching down to palm himself through his jeans

It’s a recipe for disaster, he knows it is

It’s like he’s just begging for trouble at this point

Not to mention how fucking perverted it is, and how you’d probably actually want nothing to do with him if you ever found out

But he’s so, so horny

And the sounds you’re making are utterly sinful 

From beyond the very thin door, he hears you gasp

“F-fuck! Fuck!~”

And god, palming himself suddenly isn’t enough

With a quiet grunt, he tugs his erection free, feeling his stiff length throbbing in his hold, and he imagines how fucking adorable you must look right now

He pictures you lying back in bed, your legs spread wide apart, showing off just how wet your perfect cunt is 

He pictures you with your hand between your thighs, trying to rub away the ache throbbing at your core, trying to finally reach your orgasm

Maybe your free hand is at your tits, toying with your sensitive nipples, while your back arches and you whimper because it feels so good

Or maybe you’re imagining that Jack is with you now, and he can reach so much deeper inside your tight little walls, and he can feel you up and touch you as much as you want--as much as you need

He works his hand up down his shaft faster at the thought

He wants you, dear god does he ever want you 

Your moans grow louder, almost like you somehow know what he’s doing and you’re encouraging him

Or, at least, that’s what he pretends, just so that he doesn’t feel half as perverted as he otherwise would

As he otherwise should

He inhales deeply, and he has to stop himself from releasing a snarl that could very well get him caught 

You whimper, another string of curses escaping you, and he realizes, similarly to yesterday, that you must be getting close

Your breaths are shallow, your sex squelching noisily with arousal he would love to taste again

He strokes himself in tandem with the sounds you’re making, trying to match your pace as best as he can imagine, and he knows that he should try to make this as quick as possible 

The longer he waits, the riskier it is

More precum beads up his slit, which he uses to smear over the tip of his cock, and the feeling has him groaning

He pictures you on your knees in front of him, giving cute little kitten licks to the underside of his tip 

He imagines you taking his length all the way down your throat, choking and gagging but never once pulling away because you’re so eager to please him 

He thinks about you and every single dirty thing he wants to do to you

Your cries grow more frequent, more impatient

He’s surrounded by you; your moans, your scent, your likeness invading his mind until it’s all he can think about 

And then the tension in the pit of his abdomen snaps, and his cock throbs and twitches in his hold as he cums

He has to bite back another groan, brows furrowing, as he imagines cuming inside your fluttering cunt instead of in his fist

Cum splutters past his clenched fingers, dripping down, and if he was any more coherent, he’d panic at the mess he’s making right now

But he’s too preoccupied trying to listen in, trying to hear if you’ve reached your orgasm as well

He can only assume by your frustrated sigh that you haven’t 

And as he’s leaning in, he suddenly realizes, someone’s coming this way

This time, the panic does set in

He frantically looks around—there has to be somewhere he can hide

A few feet away, he spots an open closet door

But he can hear the footsteps getting louder, and he doesn’t know if he can make it

Thankfully, he just barely manages to close the door behind him as the person passes the spot he was at mere seconds ago

It’s Nat again, and if he wasn’t hiding in a closet, trying very hard not to breathe so heavily with cum dripping from his hand, maybe he’d wonder what she’s doing here again

Her room isn’t even in this area

She glances around, and he flinches at the thought that she might see some kind of evidence of what he did in front of your door

Tick tick tick tick tick

He holds his breath and closes his eyes, listening to every second ticking by from her stopwatch 

The sound grows louder, and he nearly has a heart attack as she approaches his hiding spot

He wonders if there’s anything he could say, anything he could do to stop her from telling you

But then the sound grows distant once more, and her footsteps finally move away 

He waits a few minutes longer just to be absolutely certain he’s in the clear, and then he silently returns in front of your door, tries his best to clean up the most obvious parts of his mess, and sneaks back to his room as quickly and quietly as he possibly can 

Next time, he tells himself, he’ll talk to you next time for sure

[katieaki]

My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated! Read it here for free on my Patreon and vote in the poll! Here is a guide to get you started, the summaries of each part of the story thus far, the complete collected text, and FAQ, all in one place. They have everything you need to know about Lou, her requited-but-complicated love, the religious assassin who just beat the tar out of her, the worst person she's ever met, and the ill-advised journey she is on! There is also a discord where Pony Express readers from all across god's green internet can gather, here!

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Small, Miserable Woman Reminisces on Being a Small, Miserable Girl

Once, before she’d come to understand the full impenetrability of her mother’s depression, Lou had thought that she would coax her mother into giving her care by pretending to disappear. Early in the morning, she had tied a jar of water and a peach into a furoshiki, stuffed a roll of newspaper into her father’s hat so it wouldn’t fall over her eyes when she wore it, and walked out into the fields beyond their pasture. She had sat on an overturned pail in the dappled shade of a serviceberry bush and waited to hear her mother calling for her. She had eaten her peach and drank her water bit by bit, watching the sun move across the sky. She had waited and waited and her mother hadn’t found her. Lou had watched a tarantula hawk drag a paralyzed tarantula into her burrow to feed her babies with. The tarantula’s limp legs that offered no resistance as the wasp dragged it along on the ground had frightened Lou worse than seeing them walking around. Still, there’d been no sign of her own mother. She’d dried out her empty water jar and filled it with serviceberries and waited some more. 

Eventually, the sun had begun to set and she had thought that maybe her hiding spot had been too good. Probably, she had thought, her poor mother was worried sick. To lose her husband and two of her children, then to lose her remaining daughter without warning. What had Lou been thinking? Her mother must have been anguished. Lou had run back home as fast as she could, barefooted over rocks and briars. When she had crashed back into their home, panting and apologizing for scaring her, her mother was laying in bed, facing the wall, just as Lou had left her. Not only had she not noticed that she was gone, she hadn’t even seemed to register that she was back and greatly distressed. By that point, Lou had already stopped crying when she was upset. If she hadn’t, she’d have done nothing but cry. Instead, she had just placed the serviceberries in the pie chest, made them both peanut butter sandwiches, washed her bloody, filthy feet, and gone to sleep. When she had woken up, her mother hadn’t eaten her sandwich, so Lou had eaten it for breakfast with a mug of milk that had just begun to sour. That had been a lesson that, before that half hour of waiting fruitlessly for Artie, Lou had thought she’d fully learned: she wasn’t enough of anything for people to to miss. Her mother hadn’t even noticed she was gone. Neither would Artie.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

patreon won't take my dollar for you so i can't comment on the post itself but i wanted to say that poprocks oreos are actually a different oreo that does also exist and they have rocketships & stuff on them (space theme; cutest thing about them) and are a strange. experience. the poprocks are in the filling and they are a surprise even when you know about them

damn what do you mean patreon won't take your dollar. fucked up.

also god OF COURSE pop rocks oreos already exist. that part doesn't surprise me but why are they also bisexual. unfortunately I WOULD buy these just for the funky color scheme, so I may be the world's easiest mark.

[tommydarlings]

pairing: dark!boss!toto x driver!reader

warnings: chocking, manipulation

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“You can’t keep me in your team next to Lewis if I don’t want-” you complained but Toto — your boss quickly interrupted you,

He raised his voice, “I can do whatever I want with you,” he spat at you in a deep, demanding tone as he removed his back from the wall he was leaning against and slowly walked over to you, staring down at your figure.

You raised your brows and briefly chuckled at his statement, angrily pointing your finger up at him, “Not if I refuse to sign the contract,” you said while trying to sound and look intimidating but you knew that it was no use, he was visibly more intimidating than you.

As he stood in front of you, eyes glaring down at you while a dark gaze was filling them, he clenched his jaw before he suddenly pulled a pen out of the pocket of his pants.

You glanced down at the blue pen before you put your gaze back on your tall boss.

Then you slightly furrowed your brows before he placed his big hands onto your hips, slowly turning your body around, forcing you to look down at the contract which is laying on the table in front of the two of you.

Toto caged you between both of his arms as you felt his nose running along the back of your head.

God, was he tall.

“You’re gonna sign the contract now and stay with me and this team until I throw you out for acting like such a brat, understood?” He mumbled deeply into your ear from behind, placing the pen right next to the contract.

You gulped, tears welling up in your eyes as you shook your head, “I said t-that I d-don’t-”

“Do you want me to ruin your formula one career? Do you want me to spread the rumor that you’ve slept with your boss? You want me to make you look like the biggest whore the internet has ever seen, huh?” Your boss threatened you, making you gasp as your hands started shaking.

He took a deep breath and ran his nose along your temple before he continued, “Because I can for sure arrange that, schatzi,” he said in a quiet tone.

The Austrian then picked the pencil back up again and forced it into your palm, positioning his chin on top of your head as he led your hand into the direction of where you need to sign the contract.

He quickly gave you a short peck onto the top of your head, “Now sign the contract and stay with me for forever, baby,” he whispered.

With a shaking hand, he forced you to sign the contract, tears already running down your cheeks as he kissed your wet temple,

“Just Like that,” he whispered in a deep tone as you put the pen back down again, gulping before he ran his hands along your upper arms, smiling down at you and now signed contract,

Toto squeezed your upper arms, “And just so you know… I dare you to tell anyone about this, you understand?” He slowly put one of his hands around your throat, “Try it and see what happens,” he spat at you as he squeezed your throat.

[jarofstyles]

“Like being used, don’t you? Tell me you like it. Say, ‘daddy, I’m just a hole for you to use.’” BLURB WITH THIS.

PLEWSE THIS IS SO… filthy idk what I just wrote 😇 also not safe for Ramadan in the slightest!

Sorry this was sitting in drafts for a bit here we go 😁

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Her eyes burned with tears that fell down her face. It wasn’t from anger or sadness, no- it was from pleasure. Feeling herself get filled to the brim and fucked the way she needed to with the man’s grip tight in her hair, keeping her face up as her body jolted underneath him.

“Like being used, don’t you?” Harry’s dark voice made her shiver. Mostly because it was true. Y/N knew some people would rather drop dead than let someone use them, but with Harry? It felt too fucking good. She wouldn’t stop it. She wouldn’t dare. His filthy mouth paired with the best dick she had ever had filling her up? It was a perfect thing.

“I do.” She grinned despite the tears falling from her eyes. Her body was shaking, another orgasm threatening to take over. Her whole body was wrecked, 2 orgasms in and she was over sensitive and over stimulated but she couldn’t help but want more. As long as Harry was willing to give it, she wanted to take every inch of it. The pain and pleasure mixed with each movement had her toes curling.

“Tell me then. That mouth is good for more than sucking me off, isn’t it?” If you heard him like this, you’d never believe the way he was so gentle and tender with her, worshipping the ground she walks on. But it was true. This deprived man was obsessed with her, gave her whatever she want. In the bedroom, though? She was his whore. “Tell Daddy you’re just a hole for him to use.”

Y/N swallowed, feeling him release her hair so she could fall back into her pillows. The thrusts were deep and hard and god, she loved every fucking second. “I love your cock, Daddy. Jus’ a hole for you to use n’fuck and leave your cum. Promise. M’your hole, I’ll do anything- just don’t stop.” The close proximity to her orgasm fueled the degrading words, his hand swatting her ass and making her shudder underneath him as he quickened his hips.

“That’s it. Know your place, my sweet girl. Just lay there like the pretty toy you are and let Daddy make you cum.”

[bullet-prooflove]

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"i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not"

Mitch Ripley

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Seperation!Series:

Marley 2.0 - Mitch doesn't realise your hiding a secret from him.

Not Your Problem - Mitch feels you pulling away from him.

Pill Popping - Mitch confronts LJ about what happened in St Clair.

Not Enough - Mitch realises he won't ever be enough for you after you reveal what happened in St Clair.

Therapy Sessions - Mitch talks through his issues with his counsellor.

Hollow - Mitch returns home to an empty house.

Mitch finds you in the park you used to play in as a child. You’re sitting on the swing in a navy blue quilted jacket that used to belong to him, your hands holding onto the chains as it rocks to and fro in the breeze.

It’s the place you come to when your world’s in turmoil, somewhere with happy memories where nothing can harm you. You don’t say anything when he sits down on the swing alongside of you, you simply stare straight ahead at the duck pond as the drizzle soaks your hair.

“Your mom called.” He says breaking the silence. “She told me what happened today.”

Your jaw clenches as you inhale sharply and he realises in that moment that you’re trying not to cry.

“It was a rural hospital.” You say finally, using the back of your hand to wipe the teats from under your eyes. “They weren’t equipped for the kind of complications I was having.”

If you’d been in Chicago when you miscarried, the procedure probably would have been completed with minimal scarring. Instead you’d had a junior doctor who was undertaking his first D&C alone and fucked things up so badly that you’ve just discovered that you couldn’t have children, no matter how much you may want them.

“I’m sorry.” He says softly. “I know it feels like you’re alone right now but you’re not…”

You laugh then and the sound it cuts through him like a scalpel because it’s just so fucking bitter.

“I don’t have a husband Mitch. I don’t have a baby. I can’t even have a family anymore which is the reason we split up in the first place.” You remind him, your eyes filled with anguish as you tilt your head to look at him. “There’s just me right now, screaming into the fucking void because God has found every single way he can to fuck me.”

Mitch raises from his swing and crouches down in front of you. His hands encompass your chilled features, his thumbs chasing away the frustrated tears that leak down your cheeks.

“Marley, you have me.” He tells you fiercely. “You have me right here fighting in your corner, and I will always be here whether we’re together or not. None of this changes how I feel about you, none of this stops me from loving you as much as I do.”

“That’s easy for you to say now that children have been taken off the table.” You tell him. “I’m the perfect woman for you now aren’t I? The wife that can’t bear children. It’s exactly what you what you wanted.”

“No Marley, it’s not.” He promises you, his voice so fucking earnest it wounds you. “I want to start a family with you, I was just too scared of fucking of it up. I was letting my past mess with my head and I’m working through that but you have to know that I never wanted this, I never wanted any of this to happen to you.”

It’s raining harder now, the droplets soaking the two of you as Mitch’s forehead against yours.

“Take me home Mitch.” You whisper against his lips. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

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