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[libbythatcherssecretgf]

Vacation

Libby Thatcher x fem! reader

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Synopsis: Libby & you have been dating for a handful of years now. The kids were all now out of the house for the summer. So the two of you take a much needed vacation getaway.

Content Warning: established relationship, vacation, yearning, t!t play, n!pple play, vag!nal f!ngering, 😸 munching, b0ttom Libby!

Minors DNI

[ This took me way longer then it should have. I’m not editing to, because I’m over it. But I hope you all enjoy it! As always, please keep your comments or suggestions in public areas. As I do not accept DM’s regarding nsfw content at all. Thank you! Enjoy! 💋]

tagged peeps: @imorynn @ahsfan05 @alittlewitchyone @im-a-carnivorous-plant

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Summer 1997

When you stepped out of the bathroom, you didn’t bother to put clothes on. They weren’t going to stay on for long anyway, so there wasn’t really a point to it. Drying you body off, before putting on the fancy hotel deodorants and perfumes. Then drying and brushing your hair just to get the knots out.

“Baby, you’re taking an awful long time in there.”

Libby’s soft voice calls out from the main portion of the hotel room.

“Just a minute!”

You say quickly, scrambling to finish getting yourself presentable for your lover. Then sauntering out of the bathroom, with the towel covering your body. Smiling at the expression on her face when she see’s you. But she was stark naked as well, her brown curls caressing her newly tan skin at the shoulder. Making you inhale a sharp breathe.

“You look absolutely gorgeous. As always” you say in a soft voice, too distracted at the view to care when it cracks.

She laughs, tilting her head back exposing more of herself to you. Before catching her breathe and gesturing for you to come to her. Which you happily too. Crawling on the bed to her, meeting her halfway by connecting your lips. The kiss deepens and Libby gently holds the back of your head to keep you in place. Meanwhile you hook your arm around her back, while the free one holds yourself up.

It doesn’t last long like that however, this was the first time in months that you both had the opportunity to make love, neither of you were going to waste a minute.

You make out lavishly, taking your time exploring eachothers mouths. Your tongues meeting and dancing together, in a rhythm only the both of you knew. It was warm and sweet, basking in the taste of eachothers mouths. Most of the time knowaeays the little sex the both of you had, to be quick and to the point.

But now, here with her. You could simply relax, enjoying the time. Drawing it out, teasing eachother, making eachother even more needy. You had a week to explore eachothers bodies without interruption. You certainly were not going to waste any opportunity to show how much you loved the woman you married.

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After many moments of making out with her, you break the connection of yours lips. Pressing firm, although tender kisses from the corner of her mouth to where her jaw meets her ear.

"Lay down honey, let me take care of you." you breathe out in a low & seductive tone.

Libby lets out a shaky breathe, nodding her head while moving back to lay her head against the pillow. Looking up at you, with those big expressive eyes of hers.

One thing you especially adore about Libby, was how doe like and expressive her eyes are. Her emotions are worn through them, every thought, every feeling. Is portrayed through those chocolate eyes.

With an amused smile you start leaving open mouthed, sloppy kisses down her throat. Making your way down her body, only stopping at the swell of her voluminous breasts to stay special attention to the tender flesh. After three children, they were very sensitive. Which was all the more fun for you. It made her easier to tease.

Beginning to use the top of your tongue to tease her areola, reveling in the surprised whimper she tells out. Her body involuntarily jolting upward a bit towards your mouth. While you take your nipple in her mouth, beginning to roll it between your lips. The noises she's making only egging you on to keep it up.

Libby had always been a good lay, to put it in a trashy but somewhat respectable way. She was rusty at her abilities of sleeping with woman, because of her marriage to drew. Thought she certainly knew her way around the female body.

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"Ooohh. That feels so good baby. Keep going."

Fuck. Her voice low, grovily, laced with pleasure and affection. God, it's like music to your ears. Turning your gaze upwards, adjusting your neck so you can see the look on her face.

Her head is thrown backwards, mouth slightly open and her eyes closed. She looked like she was in utter bliss, and you have barely begun to pleasure her body. Tracing your hand against her now tanned skin, from her sides, down her sternum and resting on her thighs. Moving your mouth to her other nipple and teasing it. Taking it between your teeth gently, pulling at it with finesse. You knew her body, you knew what she liked, what felt good for her.

The way her body withered under you causing the familiar warmth spreading through your core, pooling in your stomach like molten lava. You’re inner thighs being to become slick & wet from your own desires. However, this round of passion wasn’t for you. You’re wife was the focus of all your arousal.

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Your hands knead the soft flesh of her perfect breasts, that fit in your hand like they were meant to be there. While your hands keep the pleasure that goes with her nipples going. You trail languid kisses down, lower and lower. Paying special attention to the softness of her belly. After giving birth to three babies, her body showed it. Only making her body more beautiful, more powerful.

“You’re so beautiful, libs. A natural born muse.”

Your voice is muffled against her skin, your mouth pooling with saliva somewhat. While you feel her hand to rest against the back of your head, brushing your hair out of your face.

“I never get sick of hearing you say it” God, she’s still using that honey like voice.

That only adds fuel to the fire, while you move yourself down between her legs. Rubbing her inner thighs gently to help her relax. Kissing the tender flesh just above her vu!va. Causing her to let out a small moan. You carefully collect her arousal on your fingers. Using it to circle her c!it in regular motions. Increasing the pace once she gets used to the sensation. Her thighs gently clenching around your hand.

“Shhh, that’s it. I missed touching your pretty c!it, taking my time to watch you come undone.”

Her body begins to arch, while her breathing becomes more ragged. You remove your fingers from her c!it and slide one inside her. Feeling the stretch & warmth all the way to your knuckle. Once she gets used to the sensation, you slip a second finger in. Beginning to lick at the folds of her labia. Her legs quiver, she inhaled sharply.

“That’s it. Relax baby.”

You purr while sliding a second finger sinking back to your knuckles inside her, and curling your fingers to feel her g spot. Using your finger tips to stimulate the sensitive flesh. Having to use your other hand to hold her hips down, because she keeps moving. Eventually picking up your pace, her own arousal acting as the lubricant you need.

Before long, her walks began tightening and she was coming undo. Hard. She was loud, it was no secret. If the walls were thin, they guests next door certainly heard her moans & screams. Eventually turned to whimpers when she started getting overstimulated. Listening to cues, you gently slide your fingers out of her. Placing gentle kisses to the soft flesh of her stomach.

“Oh god, I needed that.”

You smirk, and look up at her.

“I’m glad I could be of assistance.”

She rolls her eyes, scoffs. Not moving though, or many any effort to actually show she was annoyed. Her breathing was still labored and erratic. Her belly still pooled with that sore & tingly feeling she gets after a good orgasm. You gently massage up and down her legs, giving her time to recollect herself.

With each breathe her breasts rose, your eyes tracing over her chest to her rib cage. The look of her tanned skin, her freckles, her stretch marks. All of it was so beautiful. Your useless sapphic brain, appreciated every part of her body. You begin pressing hot, open mouth kisses against her stomach and thighs.

“You’re a tease”

Another smirk crosses your lips, you enjoyed this more then anything. Taking care of your lady was the highlight of your day. So naturally you connected your mouth to her pussy lips. Licking strips up and down, as she withers under you. Your nose bumping against her c!it while you snake your tongue inside her. Your hands making there way to her behind, and holding her against your mouth.

Her hand comes to the back of your head, fingers laced into your hair. Gripping your scalp tighter the deeper your tongue explores, and the harder you press. Massaging your hands against her butt, while she’s gripping your hair harder. The burning sensation against your scalp only further increases your need to get her off.

The tangy taste that reaches your tongue, after her thighs clench against the side of your head. Almost suffocating you, damn, what a way to go. Indicated that she had another, even more intense orgasm. Your face was now wet with her slick, and your pupils were blown out. Pulling away, and looking at her like a rabid animal.

“Fuck baby- I missed this.”

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[courfee]

the complimentary james to this regulus

[kriskukko]

portrait

[doodoobug3000]

Im getting brutally stabbed by my final exams send help. Anyways here are the sillies

Sorry Cruel king i love you but this post is for Greed 😔✊️

I treasure them

[wow-sofa-art]

Happy pride month.

(reference under read more)

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[plan-3-tmars]

I'm not a big fan of the interpretation that hinako had no idea about what was going on behind the scenes of kazui's stage, or atleast the feeling I get from how some people talk about her like she was completely naive or in the dark

I mean, half shows their relationship straining quite clearly. they're shown on opposite sides of the room, not even facing each other. I feel like any partner would start to wonder and have doubts about why things aren't the same as they used to be, why their love isn't spending as much time with them anymore and starting to pick up habits associated with Drowning One's Sorrows in (drinking and smoking)

No, I think she most definitely had her doubts. I think she brushed these aside, justifying them with the whole "he would never" shebang, I mean kazui was the one who asked her out in the first place so surely not? Right?

I think it makes her reaction contextualised a lot more, and it makes more sense to me.

This isn't the face of just someone realising their partner has never romantically loved them, it's also the face of someone whose deepest worries, that they brushed away because they trusted their partner, being proven right.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

"I think this is the most inhuman; and human, that I've ever felt.." MUCH CAN HAPPEN IN A YEAR. IN FIVE YEARS. A DECADE. imagine how much can happen in a century. just ONE (1). How will you grow? what phases do you find? even in 5 years, you will find patterns.

[puppppppppy]

is this your card? ♦️♣️♥️♠️ it isnt but you dont wanna hurt his feelings

[wikoymi]

stiff ahh pose but crazy how its taken me Seven Months to draw a nagito that looks even somewhat remotely close to how he looks in my head. Big day

[randomwriteronline]

OH TO BE A SAINT UNABLE TO SAVE THE SACRED

OH TO BE A GOD WITHOUT A SAY ON HIS OWN FATE

i have a lottttttttttttttt to say about this drawing but good lord most of it is roman religion shit nobody else knowssssss

a good chunk of it hinges on Jaller (lowest figure) being sanctus = sacred due to protecting something either sacer (= sacred as decided by men), or religiosus (= sacred as decided by gods). for example the city is sacer so its walls are sancti, or a tree struck by lightning is religiosus and the forest growing around it is sancta. in Jaller's case, he is sanctus as the herald of Takanuva and Matoro's leader: he achieves his destiny by sacrificing himself for Takanuva and buying Matoro time, but he isn't allowed to die or stay dead for them. His friends are always out of his reach and try as he might he can't do anything when their time comes. And that's ok, supposedly - their duty demands them to be stepping stones for something greater - but it doesn't change that he has to watch them step to the altar where they're going to be butchered. Walls have no reason to stand tall if the city within them is leveled to the ground.

Takanuva is sacer, and Matoro is religiosus - one to be given up and one to be preserved. One is supposed to make the sacrifice, one is handpicked by a godly entity. Dead, revered. Or is it the opposite? Takanuva is the only one who could have been the Toa of Light; Matoro just happened to have the right conditions to use the Ignika. So one continues while the other ends. Takanuva, king of the misfts, the wrongs, the left hands, accepts his role at Mata Nui's right arm; Matoro, one of the best, the wisest, the strongest, fits in the crook of Mata Nui's left arm.

Mata Nui holds them and cries because what else is he supposed to do? What sort of lousy god can't offer at least some comfort to those whose lives are assigned to him? Some gratitude or grief? Some release, some closure? His body crumbles into sand like a faulty idol, incapable of being worth what others have paid for it to live. The god is the statue and the statue is the god: what then does it say about him, if his physical forms always fall apart?

also have the sketch bc i think it came out well v

[sci-bax]

Fish man

Traditional version of the drawing

[selamat-linting]

resignation letter is the most potent painkiller. i love you resignation letter i love you one month notice <3

[toestalucia]

(guy whos easy to please) i have forgiven cygames for everything

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i switch canvases too much...i cannot change...