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hauntedwitch04 · 1 year

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Baby making with Daddy

Steve Harrington x Reader

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Warnings: smut, sexy time in the bathroom, and baby fever of Steve Fucking Harrington

Author’s note: Hi loves! I finally managed to write some more after the crazy week I had. It's note my best work, but I hope you like it, your witch Becky

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DAY 3: Sex pollen

"Now be quiet baby, or everyone will hear you moaning for Daddy as he puts a baby in your lap. "

Whispers Steve, as he pulls down your panties, in the Hoppers' bathroom where you have been hiding.

You ended up in this situation because of your husband's baby fever, which now seems to have taken over his entire brain.

When you arrived at Jim and Joyce's house today, you knew right away that there was going to be a problem, because you saw that Jonathan and Nancy had brought with them, for the first time, the daughter who had been born to them a few months ago. Immediately you had gone to see the newcomer, and you couldn't help but immediately fall in love with those soft little cheeks of hers and her toothless smile, but you hadn't missed your husband's glances.

In part, you were shocked that it lasted so long, but then at some point in the afternoon, when everyone had decided to hang out in the garden for a while, he had said that he wasn't feeling too well, and he asked you to go with him, and right away you understood his intentions.

You were not even in time to close the bathroom door, that your hips were already pressed against the sink and his lips were already leaving a long streak of saliva that went from your right earlobe to the hollow of your breast.

"God, love seeing you with that little girl is driving me crazy. Seeing you with her in your arms, or playing with her, I can't help but think if she was ours. I swear you'll be pregnant by tonight, if it's the last thing I do." He whispers into your neck as he lifts the skirt of your dress and with expert fingers grazes your center, already in involuntary spasms of pleasure and wetness from his words and gestures.

"Feel how wet you are baby. Who made you so wet?" He asks rhetorically, as he massages one of your breasts from above your dress.

"You daddy, you did it." You gasp as you try not to lose your wits, though it may be too late now.

"That's right baby, and now Daddy is going to fuck you so hard that you even forget your own name, and then put a beautiful baby boy or girl inside you. Do you like that idea?" He asks as he unzips his pants, and slowly massages his member, to prepare himself.

"Yes Daddy, please make me a mommy and you a daddy, I can't wait to have a baby of our own." Moan as he spins you around and pulls down your panties, now rendered useless because of how wet they are.

"Now be quiet baby, or everyone will hear you moaning for Daddy as he puts a baby in your lap. " He says in a sensual voice as he bends you over the bathroom sink. You feel his cock graze your entrance, then enter hard.

Immediately, however, all I feel is pure pleasure, as from how aroused you are, his member has slipped inside you smoothly. Steve immediately begins to move at a brisk pace as he grabs your hair, previously left neatly gathered, in a rudimentary tail to pull you up next to him, causing me to arch my back. He, as I pull you closer, lowers himself, making sure to meet you halfway, to kiss you with all the passion he has.

His thrusts continue to be strong, and you struggle more and more to hold back your moans. You feel your orgasm coming faster and faster and more and more violently, and you can't help but tell your husband, who immediately chuckles with amusement.

"Cum baby, let go, don't worry." He says, speeding up his thrusts, knowing that her orgasm was also now in the home stretch. "But know that this is not over, when we get home, I will fuck you so hard that besides being pregnant, you will have left the mark of your body her our mattress." He continued.

His words are too much, and immediately you are hit by an endless wave of pleasure. You feel every nerve in your body relax under that rush, as your pussy clenches tightly around his cock, wanting to squeeze every single drop of semen inside him into you. Your orgasm affects his, causing him to release everything inside you. You feel him lean against your back, before leaving a kiss between your shoulder blades.

"What's the word?" He asks rhetorically as he gives one last thrust, matching his cock for the umpteenth time against your cervix, making you moan.

"Thank you, Daddy." You whisper, while your voice is still slurred with pleasure. He slides his cock out of you, then continues talking

"That's my baby girl, now put your panties back on and let's go outside, I wouldn't want them to start suspecting something." He tells you, as he closes his pants, and looks one last time at your pussy, where some of his seed is starting to drip out, to pick it up with a finger and put it back in.

"Like they didn't hear you." You comment looking for your panties, to find them thrown across the bathroom, trying not to be distracted by his gesture.

"Watch your mouth baby, because it's not a given that you cum tonight if you don't play nice with Daddy." He says, slapping you on the ass, after you just put on your underwear, before leaving the bathroom.

Eventually a few weeks later it turned out that Steve had kept his promise and actually succeeded that night, even though you believe it had been the time in the Hoppers' bathroom.

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convoloutedinjoke · 1 year

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Rating Disco Elysium characters based on how funny I think their kinks have the potential to be

Harry: the DSM of getting off on things. He likes piss he likes feet he likes the idea of being soooo small and tiny you could step on him like a bug, and while none of these things are funny on their own they are when he does them on account of his being a clown. He would also fuck a clown, incidentally. 8/10, knocking two points off because this lacks the element of surprise.

Kim: Leather and uniform fetishist. No wise guy shenanigans here. Will fuck you serious will fuck you professional. His strap is extremely normal, his daddy/boy dynamics are not a laughing matter. 4/10 because he wants to have relations with his car and is embarrassed about it

Jean: No idea what gets him off but he genuinely believes whatever it is means he’s evil and weird, making him the proud owner of The Worlds Funniest Kinks. 9/10, steals mustard from the homeless without remorse but has a moral crisis every time he cums while fantasising about getting gangbanged in a holding cell. Sad!

Trant: not funny. too passionately open about the things hes into. if you tried to make light of his trampling fetish, he would recite the wikipedia entry on cock and ball torture to you from memory and look delighted to be sharing his interests with you the whole time. 3/10

Klaasje: not funny to most on account of being conventionally attractive and good at billing her sexual encounters as suffused with romantic, literary ennui but it SHOULD be funny to be such a Lana Del Rey motherfucker in the sheets so I’m pulling rank and saying 7/10

Joyce: cringefail class dynamics fantasies. Bodice rippers and the opposite of CEO erotica feature heavily here. This wouldn’t be funny if not for the fact she literally owns a yacht. Also wants to get stabbed a little bit. 5/10, probably read the elysium version of lady chatterlys lover as a teen and still jerks off about it.

Garte: a normal man if there ever was one. has kinks but they aren't funny. wears a bra sometimes and it looks cute. 1/10 probably fun to hook up with and a decent communicator

The Deserter: given the 5 decades of loneliness, im willing to bet his brain has rewired itself into having some interesting potentially bug-related reward pathways but whatever he's got going on is too sad to laugh about. 0/10 :(

Sunday Friend: his kinks would be funny on anyone else, but he’s very very very boring. 2/10, you can pay a twink to do raceplay with you, but it wont dispel the grey miasma of being a mid tier government employee

evrart: I don’t know honestly, the lying and manipulating and petty power plays scrambled my brain despite the rube-Goldbergian elements of all his little tasks. Maybe he’d do predicament bondage? Uh. 3/10. Id let him hit, but he also has kind of a Wallace n Grommit thing going on so I can’t say 0

Steban: big on role playing but isn’t very good at it. Starts giggling halfway through when it becomes apparent how silly the fake muttonchops are. 4/10, less funny than it could be because he has a sense of humour about it

Ulixes: probably has a guro thing but also hasn’t had sex since he started focusing on reading theory and feints at the sight of real blood. This should be less funny than pretending to be Kras Mazov in bed, but he takes himself extremely seriously. 6/10 until he starts getting laid again, then still 6/10 but for other reasons

Gary: cuck chair. 10/10. I am not elaborating because I’m tired now, but someone else made a convincing post at one point

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silver-screen-divas · 6 months

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Film and TV beauties. JOI LANSING

Joi Lansing was born Joyce Renee Brown on April 6, 1929 in Salt Lake City, Utah.

She was an actress, model and singer.

Lansing's film career began in 1948, and in 1952, she played an uncredited role in MGM's Singin' in the Rain. In 1955, Joi landed a recurring role as Shirley Swanson on the television series The Bob Cummings Show (1955). It was this series that showed everyone that she could actually act well. Because of this series, Joi began to get larger roles in films such as The Brave One (1956), Hot Cars (1956), and So You Think the Grass Is Greener (1956), all in 1956. In the opening sequence of Orson Welles 's Sed de mal (1958), she appeared as Zita.

After appearing in the comedy film Who Was That Lady? (1960), Joi landed the role of Goldie in the television series Klondike (1960). However, most viewers remember her as Lester Flatt's wife in The Beverly Hillbillies (1962), in which she appeared from 1965 to 1968. As Gladys Flatt, her beauty even surpassed Donna Douglas as Elly May Clampett.

Lansing has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in Los Angeles for his contributions to television.

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lauren-ce · 1 month

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Olivia and Joyce bdsm sessions but instead of ropes and whips and etc, Olivia installs pc games on Joyce's software and plays them, gradually cranking the graphics output higher and higher until Joyce overheats and cums from Olivia forcing her to ray-trace a cyberpunk city made out of water and endlessly reflecting neon

(And to cool down after play, Olivia loads up doom or a similarly retro game)

Alternatively, a co-op fps game where every kill gives Joyce electrostim

And for edging purposes: Joyce is only able to nut when she kills a Soulsborne boss. By the time she beats Malenia, she's [REDACTED]

#arknights #ptilopsis #silence #olivia silence

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sweetblinginrose · 5 months

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𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕,

(Jonathan Byers x PlayboyModel fem!reader)

summary: Jonathan's first job in California is not what his friend promised, being a little more... dirty.

word count: 3,3k

warning: +18 small age difference (Jonathan is of legal age), nudes, porn magazine, embarrassing erection, blowjob, cum on face.

a/n: well, like, what can i say about this? obv, i wasn't inspired by anyone. it just popped into my head while thinking about another fanfic. ig it's like a headcanon that Jonathan used to work as a nude photographer or something. idk, just enjoy, ig lol ;p

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He was holding the letter with a mixture of hope and nervousness. The rough texture of the paper contrasted with the smoothness of his fingers, which caressed it almost unconsciously while his mind wandered between the possibilities that letter represented. It was more than just a piece of paper; it was the key to a future he longed for, a job in California that could change his life and that of his mother, Joyce, forever.

Money had always been a delicate subject at home. Joyce, with her job, managed to make ends meet, but always just barely. Jonathan wanted more than just survival; he wanted to live. That's why when Argyle, his long-haired friend with a scent of cheerful herbs, suggested that he apply to that photography agency, he didn't think twice. Argyle, who knew more about plants than people, had seen something in Jonathan, a creative spark that deserved to be explored and shared with the world.

The letter was from 'California Play-graphy', an agency unknown to the boy, with an incredible eagerness to know the answer it contained. Jonathan remembered Argyle's words: "Brother, your photos tell stories that words cannot. You have to show that to the world." And so, with a resume full of dreams and a letter that weighed more than gold, Jonathan found himself on the threshold of his future.

With a deep sigh, he broke the seal and unfolded the letter. The first words danced before his eyes: "Dear Jonathan, we are pleased to inform you...". A shout of joy escaped his lips, resonating in the small room, where Willy and Jane were also making a school project, and surely in the heart of Joyce, who eagerly awaited a package in the kitchen. Jonathan had landed a job, and with it, the promise of a fresh start.

The days leading up to Jonathan's first photo shoot at the agency passed slowly, each second filled with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. As the appointed day approached, Jonathan's nerves intensified, and he found solace in the company of Argyle, his friend and mentor in the art of calm. Together, they sat on Argyle's old leather sofa, which creaked under their weight, sharing stories and laughter. In their hands, a joint, which they lit with the solemnity of a ritual. Smoke wafted in spirals, carrying away some of the tension Jonathan felt. Argyle, always the philosopher, told him, "Relax, brother. Photography is like this plant, you have to let it flow."

And so, with the background sound of Peter Tosh singing about freedom and struggle, Jonathan allowed himself to let go. The lyrics of "Legalize It" or "Equal Rights" filled the room, and for a moment, everything seemed possible. Argyle, with his street wisdom and heart of gold, reminded Jonathan that life was more than just worries and that every photo he would take would be a reflection of his soul.

When the day finally arrived, Jonathan rose with the dawn. The first rays of sun filtered through the window, bathing the room in a golden light that promised a new beginning. With his camera hanging from his shoulder and the rest of his equipment under his arm, and a nervous smile, he bid farewell to his brother and Jane. He stepped out, and there was Argyle, the one responsible for bringing him to the studios and bringing him back. They drove while Argyle smoked until they reached the giant buildings, causing the long-haired guy to take off his sunglasses and lazily look up with his red eyes, seeing a giant Playboy logo, but since he was so high, he didn't pay much attention.

When they finally arrived, Argyle got out and started looking around, completely taken by the desserts of half-naked women, giving Jon a friendly pat on the back and telling him, "Go and capture the magic, brother."

Jonathan entered the gigantic building, having to go through two checks by giant security guards, reaching his destination. The room Jonathan had found was the epitome of minimalist elegance. The walls, painted in immaculate white, reflected the artificial light emanating from the wide spotlights, creating a serene and almost ethereal atmosphere. There were no paintings or decorations; the beauty lay in the simplicity of the space.

In the center, an asymmetrical velvet sofa stood as the centerpiece of the room. Its modern and daring design invited contemplation as much as rest. The light gray velvet seemed to change with the light, adding depth and texture to the environment. Despite its luxurious appearance, the sofa promised comfort, with soft cushions that seemed to embrace the body. Next to it, on a low glass table, rested a transparent cube. Inside, a pile of bright red cherries, each one a little balloon of sweetness, awaited to be enjoyed. The simplicity of the cube contrasted with the richness of the cherries, creating an intriguing and tempting focal point.

To the right, a producer stood, his gaze fixed on you, the woman who would be Jonathan's model, quite beautiful. His posture was that of someone accustomed to making quick and precise decisions, and his presence commanded respect. By your side, you shone like a golden vision. Your long, flowing robe cascaded from your shoulders to the floor, the golden fabric capturing the light and making you sparkle with every movement. The elegance of your attire contrasted with the informality of the producer, but together, they formed a dynamic and complementary duo.

Jonathan knew that this room, with its atmosphere of calm and careful aesthetics, was the perfect place for his first photo shoot. Here, his art would come to life. Or so he thought.

The producer, with his refined air and delicate gestures, glided through the room with the grace of a dancer. His eyes lit up at the sight of Jonathan, and with a warm smile, he approached him. "Bonjour, mon cher Jonathan," he said with a French accent that enveloped each word like a hug. Their cheeks met in a traditional greeting, two gentle kisses, one on each cheek, that resonated with a resounding muah.

As he spoke, his hands floated in the air, drawing shapes that accompanied his words. "Your talent is magnifique, and we are très excited to work with you," he continued, mixing French with English in a way that seemed almost poetic. Jonathan, although surprised by the effusiveness of the greeting, couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

The producer, with his silk shirt and matching pocket square, was the embodiment of Parisian elegance, even thousands of kilometers away from France. "We are going to create art today, do you understand?" he declared confidently, guiding Jonathan to the set while continuing to give instructions, his voice a melodic murmur that promised an unforgettable session. "This work should be a dream come true for a jeune homme hétéro like you, no?" he laughed as he pointed at what Jonathan had to do. With his watch marking the rhythm of a busy day, he apologized with hurried elegance. "My apologies, I have an urgent matter to attend to," he said in his charming mix of French and English. With a gesture of his hand and one last approving glance at Jonathan, he slid out of the set, leaving behind a trace of his distinctive perfume and the promise of returning soon.

Jonathan and you, a few years older than him, with your golden robe, were left alone, surrounded by the pristine whiteness of the room. The absence of the producer filled the space with expectant silence. You turned to Jonathan, your eyes shining with a mixture of surprise and complicity in the unexpected situation. "I guess it's just you and me now," you said, with a smile that exuded confidence and grace. Jonathan nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders. However, your calmness and imposing presence gave him strength.

"We are going to make this session memorable," declared Jonathan, adjusting his camera with steady hands. You nodded and took your position on the set, your golden robe reflecting the light as if woven with threads from the same sun.

Jonathan began the session, with a sense of normality, although he sensed that something was not right. Suddenly, you raised a hand, requesting a pause. "The session is without the robe," you said in a soft but firm voice, quite seductive. Jonathan stopped, a little surprised, but nodded in understanding, thinking that you would be wearing an outfit underneath. You gracefully slid out of the golden robe, revealing your fully exposed chest, as well as your entire torso, wearing only a transparent thread-like fabric that 'covered' your intimate area, if that can be called covering.

In the warmth of the light emanating from the spotlights, your bronzed skin and your generous breasts merged into an illuminated tone, with no trace of bikini lines to disrupt the harmony of your smooth and sinuous skin. Every curve of your body was carefully sculpted, leaving no room for imperfections. The absence of hair left your skin impeccable, highlighting its smoothness. Your generously sized breasts stood proudly, crowned by pink nipples that contrasted perfectly with the tone of your lips. Jonathan, captivated by the vision of this goddess in front of him, could barely tear his gaze away from your abdomen, slowly descending until it met the tiny thread-like thong that barely covered the essentials. Without showing any hint of discomfort, you approached Jonathan with overwhelming confidence, asking him if he was truly prepared for the photo shoot.

Without waiting for a response, you reclined on the sofa, unleashing a wave of anticipation in the photographer. Every movement you made was calculated, every pose was a game of seduction meant to ignite the viewer's imagination. Your breasts, as they moved gracefully, seemed to whisper secrets to the wind, tempting the camera to capture your provocative essence.

Jonathan's tent, unable to contain his growing excitement, began to rise, oblivious to his will. Desperately seeking a way to hide his agitation, he crouched slightly, justifying the gesture as an attempt to improve the angle of the shot. In that moment, amidst the visual ecstasy, he was lost, unsure of what to do to conceal his growing desire.

His choice, palpable against his thighs, was a blazing reminder of his desperate need. The absence of female companionship for so long had heightened his desire, leaving him in a state of almost uncontrollable excitement. Jonathan's labored breathing did not go unnoticed by you, your attentive gaze, who, concerned about his sudden distress, placed a soft and elegantly manicured hand on his shoulder. The slight brush of your hand against his skin sent waves of electric sensations through Jon, moistening his underwear slightly with the pre-cum escaping from the tip of his sensitive bulge. The slight friction against his underwear only intensified his ecstasy, plunging him into a state of overwhelming pleasure.

From your point of view, Jonathan seemed on the verge of fainting, a concern that soon became a reality as the boy lost consciousness due to overexcitement. Skillfully, you held him as best you could and placed him on the sofa, watching him with concern as you considered your options. The idea of seeking medical help crossed your mind, but before you could act, something caught your attention. As you stooped to pick up a fallen object, you inadvertently exposed your buttocks and inner thighs close to the photographer's face. A nervous cough escaped from the boy's lips as he pretended to be asleep, trying to hide his growing excitement. However, once again, his tent gave him away before your eyes, who now faced an uncomfortable and tense situation.

After the awkward moment, you chose to act as if nothing had happened, aware that these situations were quite common in your profession. You decided to give Jonathan a few minutes to calm down, although you noticed that this boy was different: shy, charming, and respectful, as he made no comments about your body, which you quite liked.

After some time, you returned to face the camera, but this time the session took an unexpected turn. You incorporated cherries into your poses, strategically placing them on your nipples, causing the pink juice to seductively slide down your skin. With sensual movements, you bit the cherries and slid them over your abdomen, even above your intimate area. For Jonathan, this was completely different from what he had imagined photographing, but at the same time, it was exciting and fascinating. You, without averting your gaze from the camera, began to lightly touch yourself with the cherries, asking Jonathan if the image looked good. Unable to articulate a coherent response, Jonathan simply nodded with a "uhu" between his slightly parted lips, completely absorbed in the tempting vision before him.

Jonathan's excitement drove him to want to explore further, so he proposed to you to strike more provocative poses he had seen in old magazines. You readily accepted, but it soon became clear that you did not understand Jonathan's instructions, leading you to ask for help. With some hesitation, Jonathan approached you and asked permission to touch you, eliciting a playful giggle from you. No one had been so considerate with you before. With delicate, long hands, Jonathan positioned himself between your thighs, gently parting them to leave you fully exposed. With his other arm, he tilted your torso slightly towards the sofa, causing your buttocks to inadvertently brush against his erection, which was now vigorous again. You made no comment, as you were not at all displeased with the size, on the contrary, you began to find it attractive, especially now that it was positioned this way for the photos.

Jonathan lamented with great embarrassment, moving away from you.

He was preparing to take the photo when you removed the scant fabric covering your intimacy, leaving it completely exposed in front of Jon, who felt all the tension in his body melt away. The intimacy shared in that moment created a special bond between you, a connection that went beyond the photo shoot.

Confused but intrigued by your proposal, Byers asked you what you were doing. With a mischievous look and a suggestive smile, you responded that you wanted to experiment even more and find out if Jonathan was really the best. This statement ignited a spark in Jonathan, who let the camera rest on his neck and approached you, his palpable excitement filling the air. "What do you mean?" he murmured.

Your response unleashed a wave of desire in Jonathan, whose breathing became faster and shallower at your passionate touch on his tight and erect jeans. His hips instinctively moved closer to you, eager for the intimate contact you offered.

Far from rejecting him, you responded to Jonathan's desire with equal passion, touching and kissing every inch of the fabric covering his manhood. However, a question lingered in your mind: Was Jonathan just another virgin?

Without wasting time, you began to caress Jonathan's thighs, ascending from his knees to underneath them, causing an overwhelming sensation in Jonathan, who was on the verge of exploding.

With deliberate slowness, you proceeded to unfasten Jonathan's worn-out belt, while licking your lips with anticipation and watching him from below, enjoying the expression of desperation on his face, craving more of your expertise.

Finally, Jonathan's pants fell to the ground, revealing boxers stained by the pre-cum escaping from his overflowing excitement. The feeling of constriction around his member was evident, so you didn't hesitate to lower them, freeing Jonathan's thick cock.

Jonathan couldn't believe it. He was going to be sucked by a girl with a scandalous body.

His cock was firm and throbbing, generously sized, and adorned with prominent veins that marked its vigor. The head was swollen and glossy, dripping with the essence of his uncontrollable desire. With each beat, it seemed to throb with a life of its own, eager to be caressed and adored by the goddess before it. Some spasms caused the cock to rise slightly.

With a lustful gaze, you leaned forward, bringing your face closer to Jonathan's thick cock. Your breath became irregular, anticipating the taste and texture of the throbbing member that was about to be explored. With deliberate movements, you wrapped your lips around the swollen tip of Jonathan's cock, savoring the prelude to his excitement. The sensation of warmth and moisture enveloped every inch of his member, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body.

With expert skill, you began to slide your tongue along Jonathan's long shaft, tracing tempting circles as you slowly descended towards the base. Each suction was a promise of ecstasy, each movement of your lips an invitation to deeper pleasure. Jonathan clung to the sofa, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations that engulfed him.

When Jonathan's cock disappeared completely into the warm cavern of your mouth, a guttural groan escaped from his lips, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Your movements were expert and coordinated, alternating between gentle sucking and quick thrusts that made Jonathan quiver with pleasure.

Time seemed to stand still as you continued your work, bringing Jonathan to the edge of the abyss of pleasure. Each stroke of your tongue, each passionate suction, brought him closer and closer to the precipice of orgasm.

And then, just as Jonathan felt he could no longer hold back, you intensified your movements, bringing him to the most glorious climax. With a muffled cry, Jonathan surrendered to the wave of pleasure that overwhelmed him, releasing his load of ecstasy into your mouth, gripping your head tightly, restricting your movement. In that moment, he didn't think about Nancy or any other model, only about you.

With skill, you received every drop of his cum with devotion, allowing Jonathan's essence to slide over your tongue and fill your mouth with its intoxicating flavor. But when it seemed to be all done, Jonathan shot another stream onto your face, causing a mischievous smile from you, thinking that it would be the perfect moment to take a photo, finding yourself damn sexy.

And when Jonathan finally finished, you moved away slowly, allowing your gaze to meet his, your faces bathed in the And when Jonathan finally finished, you moved away slowly, allowing your gaze to meet his, your faces bathed in the shared ecstasy of a moment of unbridled passion.

"You've got a good cock, photographer," you whispered, giving him a spank, winking at him, and wiping your face with your golden robe, leaving it covered in traces of that hot liquid.

—> Plus.

"Brother, look at the cover of the new PlayBoy!" exclaimed Argyle, entering his van and throwing a magazine at Jonathan, surprising him. "I just stole it from the gas station attendant while he was peeing, so we should go now..."

On the cover, your lustful eyes stared directly at the camera, while the liquid rested on your face, causing a familiar sensation in Jonathan's pants.

"I should have asked for her number before I got kicked out for fucking the model," Jonathan thought, sighing and throwing the magazine back. The page opened to a photo taken by him, where he played with the cherries and they dripped on your nipples.

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hekateinhell · 5 months

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OH you rb'ed the ship ask thing too omg PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW #2 HOW LOUMAND'S LOVE LETTERS LOOK LIKE i know we already talked about it but pretty please can I get an example of what Armand might write to him 🥺

Anything for you! 🥹

If I calculated right LOL it's been over a year now since I opened my mouth and said Armand and Louis's love letters would 100% be of the James Joyce variety--depraved and filthy in a way that's almost wholesome in their extreme intimacy. And I stand by that. And I absolutely looked up James Joyce's love letters to his wife to serve as inspiration for this, because this level of florid is beyond my natural limits.

Without further ado, from Armand's hand...

My darling beloved: your last letter has made a beast of me. You have me so tightly wound--for three nights in a row, I have ended up prowling the docks the docks for any dark-haired, light-eyed young man I could find. And how I take them, Louis! Violently against the pier, my fangs in their veins, their hard cocks pressing into my stomach while I take all they have to give. And I imagine it is you. Your blood on my lips, your cum desecrating my silk shirt. How I envy Lestat in that he was fortunate enough to experience your mortal spill, even if it were just the once! I would have had it burning from the source or licked cold off the ground like a starving creature. Just to carry your aching wretchedness inside of me. I would have you too, my greedy whorish love! I would have your glorious essence in my mouth, my body, staining the core of me for all eternity.

Well, that was a creative exercise lmao. Always remember: Armand may look like an angel, but he talks like a thug. ♥️ (I took liberties with Lestat getting Louis off before he turned him just for you and Reb, babe 🫶🏼).

#i hope you like it babe lmao even if it makes you laugh like if you're mortified imagine how i feel #whorish was a bit too far but ykw i also stand by it #i'll try and catch up on the rest tomorrow my loves <33333 #you ask and hekate answers #armand/louis #vc

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thehobbitchronicles · 28 days

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You should date a girl who reads.

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

if you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

— Rosemarie Urquico

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romanscoming · 2 years

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RUE’S PORN LINKS -VOL. 1

INSPIRED BY DAISY’S LINKS; HERE

^ I JS NEED JONATHAN.. CRAVING HIM, MY LITTLE SUBBY BABY BOY 😋.

NEW TAGLIST | REQUEST | WATTPAD

REQUESTS OPEN FOR ANY CHARACTER.

________ jonathan all pussy drunk and weak,, while humping his dick in between our thighs, all subbed up and doesn’t even know where to touch us& cumming all on the back of our thighs and a little on our ass? 🤭.

we love to js praise him while pumping his cock up and down, all wet and sticky as we cover his mouth not letting him get to say anything just listening to us praise him and tell him how much a love “our cock”

the dreams jonathan has 😖.

he’s so touched starved, wanting to be buried inside of you, and touching every single body part of ours.. but reminders we gotta stay quiet.

It’s either him or you jerking his dick as he cums all over your chess and making you rub it in or eat it up.

finding season 1 jonathan in the forest taking pictures, and surprising him by pushing him on the floor and bouncing on his dick.

he just please us, spatting on our pussy and ass, licking it back up and playing in it.

cumming onto our shirt and chess as he shoves himself into our mouth and cumming inside that too 😛.

2 subs, jonathan and us,, rubbing clothed.. leaking and wetting both panties and boxers.

he just fucking loves to help us, grabbing ahold of our ass, waist or hip helping you bounce and ride his dick.

using modern!jonathan as our cam-boy,, our own personal fucktoy.

us jacking him off with his boxers on to tease him, while his hand thrown back against our shoulder.

him telling us he gonna cum while we js jack him off even faster while praising him, “there he is..😁”

dress up and play house but doctors addition with johnny!?

while will and joyce is away we like to play around with jon on the sofa.

sometimes jonathan is rewarded to cum inside of our cunt❤️.

we’re both just horny, touch starved and needy..

pegging him by letting him ride us while you jack him off.

letting him coat our chess and breast with ropes from his cock,, all of that cum :).

jonathan has gotta b one of the best head givers in hawkins.

being his gamer!gf and stuffing his head between our legs making him breathe in your scent.

he js loves being a goodboy doing whatever he is told,

jonathan has a breast kink, he loves looking and touching and suck and kissing him. || AND THIS TWO

high jonathan, all needy, sleepy and touchy

gamer boy!jonathan and gamer girl little pictures.

original position just in reverse 😖.

missing each other, being away hawkins and california miles and miles, finnaly seeing eachother and getting to have sex together and put him fully down.

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pouringmyheartoutforpaper · 2 years

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okay i feel we talk a lot about how much steve loves to overstimulate you as a punishment, but stevie edging you does not get enough attention💔

“i know you want it baby, oh i know you’d be such a good girl for me if i let you cum, but you just look so so pretty like this. just a little more, okay? yeah? there you go, just relax honey, don’t cum sweetheart.”

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHM i love the rare times that steve is mean. you're gonna have to rile him up a LOT though. something like this I think. minors dni.

CW: jealousy, nontoxic, praise, mild daddy!steve, cunnilingus (m and f receiving), p in v sex , aftercare, <3

Steve loves his good girl. He loves how you hold onto him and follow him. He loves how you trust him enough to let him take care of you, so to speak. He never takes advantage of that. He knows you like being a good girl, knows you love his praise. He loves you so much, and the dynamic you have with him is so comfortable and loving. Of course, he's not always dominant, but he knows he has the option to be. You kiss him and make him feel loved and supported, and he's so grateful for you. Everything about your relationship is mutualistic. Constant love and care for one another. When you're feeling submissive, he takes care of you in any way that you'd like. Whether that means hugs or kisses or fucking you over his kitchen table, he enjoys every second of it. Overall, Steve Harrington is the dictionary definition of a soft!dom.

It was a Saturday night and you were getting ready to go to the small bar in town to celebrate Joyce’s new job promotion after the upside-down shenanigans. You didn’t particularly want to go, and neither did Steve, but it was a good time to see all of the people you cared about in one crowded place.

Steve was getting dressed when you came out of his bathroom, your hair blow-dried and makeup perfected. Deep red lipstick and a small black wing by your eye. He’s buckling his belt when he looks up to see you in the mirror. A silk black dress that reaches a few inches above your knee, sheer tights underneath, and a matching heel, all topped by the gold “s” pendant around your neck. an outfit that ensured the rest of his night would be borderline torture trying to keep his hands off you. his jaw drops in the mirror before he whips around to look at you directly. blatantly tracing your entire body with his eyes.

“Jesus christ baby, you look gorgeous. You trying to kill me? You almost sent me into a coma over there.” he voices while moving towards you, taking your hand in his and observing your face and body more closely, “cmon beautiful, give me a spin.” you blush while he spins you around, accompanied by a low whistle that makes your breath hitch.

“Damn, baby…” he picks you up by your waist to plant you in front of his bedroom mirror, “look at you… god. I’m so unbelievably lucky. You’re so beautiful, even when you’re sleeping.” His words make you smile. His implication is that he admires the work you put into your appearance while also making sure you know it’s unnecessary to his infatuation with you.

“Thank you Stevie.” You smile up at him while he rubs his hands up and down your body, lingering by your chest and neck.

“Course, baby. Least I can do. I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.” you reach your hand up to cup his cheek and give it a kiss, all while you’re both still facing the mirror.

“You doing this on purpose, baby? This how you’re gonna keep me distracted all night?” He says into your ear, watching you squirm and blush. Knowing that he knows what you’re trying to do. Ruin him, for the sheer fun of it.

“Lets go, honey.”

The bar was crowded as usual, and by the time you and Steve sat down, you were already ready to leave. Steve was resting his arm on the table, talking animatedly to Eddie and Robin. His arms had to be a gift from god. Watching them move, his left hand on your knee, his black polo shirt that you never thought anyone could manage to make attractive has you staring at his chest and biceps way more than it should. Robin keeps talking to Steve about something horrifying that Keith had said yesterday, while Eddie giggles at the look on your face. Deciding that you might as well test your luck, you close your legs around where his hand rests above your knee. He looks down at your thighs and gives your leg a squeeze before bringing his hand back to the table.

Every ounce of need to be his good girl flooded from your body, replaced by the need to make his night a living hell. Your eyebrows furrowed and your face formed a pout instantly. Eddie is enjoying the show that only he is noticing, raising his eyebrows at your expression change. Steve keeps conversation, not even looking at you. Heat rushes to your cheeks at the lack of attention. You place your hand on his inner thigh, hoping that he’ll get the hint. He reaches down to interlace your fingers, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before setting it back in your lap.

“Behave, doll.” his voice is kind but firm in your ear.

Your eyes narrow, and only then do you look up. Noticing Eddie chuckling at you with his hand over his mouth. You roll your eyes at him, which makes his jaw drop a little at your attitude that is usually nonexistent when Steve is around. You hop out of your chair, going to find Nancy at the bar. Not turning back to look at him or tell him where you’re going. Robin followed quickly after you, tripping a few times before catching up to you.

Steve and Eddie were left at the table. Both shocked with your behavior.

“Damn, Harrington.” Eddie brings his beer bottle to his lips, Steve turns his head to look at him. “Looks like we’re in for a show tonight. What’d you do to her? Poor girl.”

Steve’s jaw clenched and his face flushed.

“Shut it, Munson.” Eddie held his hands up, declaring innocence before getting up to find you. Ready to encourage you in your mental warfare. Knowing that he left Steve angry.

Steve finished his drink before moving to find you. Spotting you at a table with Nancy and Eddie.

“That dress is so pretty on you, you look amazing.” Nancy remarked, looking you up and down.

“Hell yeah, loving the vibe here darling,” Eddie interjects, motioning at your body with his hands. You thank them both, blushing at the compliments and returning one to Nancy. You see Steve walking towards you, you catch his eyes and stare at him as you undo one of the buttons on your dress, exposing more of your chest, (Steve can't help but notice Eddie’s eyes following your chest, quickly turning away once he realizes what he's doing), before heading off to find Robin and get a drink. Steve is appalled. Absolutely scathing at the thought of who else could be looking at you right now. He follows and finds you quickly, grabbing your waist and turning you to face him.

“C’mon, doll. We’re leaving.” you stare at him for a moment, “Now.”

You let him take you to his car after saying goodbye. He opens the passenger door for you, as always. He starts the car, and doesn’t say anything as he reverses out of the parking space he’s in. His silence continues throughout the drive, but he always keeps one hand intertwined with yours. You notice his jaw clenched, and your breath hitches at his unfamiliar attitude hes displaying. Your cunt throbbing while you press your thighs together desperately. Your gaze landing on the tent in his jeans.

After turning into the driveway, he guides you to the door with an arm around your waist. Closing it behind you both before pulling you into him for a hug, just holding each-other for a second before he refocuses, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him.

“Go upstairs and take your dress off.”

Your heart probably stops right then, but you follow his orders instantly. Heading into his bedroom before tossing the dress onto the floor, leaving you in a bralette, a pair of tights, and heels. Hair framing your face perfectly, red lips ready for him.

His footsteps come closer after he finishes locking the house up and putting some towels in the dryer so they will be warm for you later. Your breath fluctuating with nerves. He reaches the door and pushes it open, looking a complete mess. Hair disheveled from how many times he has run his fingers through it, polo unbuttoned and showing his chest hair filthily, cock straining against his jeans. He looks at you before motioning you to come closer to him, then pointing downwards for you to get on your knees. You do so. He leans down to you and grabs your jaw.

“You want to tell me what happened tonight?”

“I- you were ignoring me.”

“No, baby. I was very much aware of you, just thought maybe you could make it through the night without throwing a fit.”

“I wasn’t! You pushed my hand away!” Your pout worsens.

“Tone.” He warns you and you soften, “you know very well that if I had kept my hand on you I wouldn’t have been able to keep them off you.”

“B-but, I want you on me.” You look so cute that Steve almost forgets what he’s doing. Almost. He kisses the top of your head before continuing.

“And what do you do when you want something?” He questions you.

“… I ask.”

“And what did you do today?”

“….”

His voice softens slightly. “You know better. I love you so much, but you know that you should’ve told me. Isn’t that right? Y’know I’ll always help you, honey, always. With anything. You can tell me anything. You know that, sweet girl. Right?”

You look at the ground, feeling slightly guilty now because you know he’s right. “Yes, Steve. M’sorry, just wanted you to pay attention to me.”

“I know honey, I’m sorry I made you feel ignored. But we’ll do better next time right, sweetheart?” You nod. “Use your words baby, you know that.”

“Yes, Stevie.”

“Good girl. Do you want me in your mouth honey? How does that sound?

“Yes please, daddy.”

Steve pulls his shirt over his head swiftly and meets your eyes, serious again. “Or we can cuddle on the couch and watch a movie if you want to baby. You know you have all the power here, okay?”

You nod, looking up at him. “I know. Want you in my mouth, please.”

“Such good manners baby.” He scratches your head with the praise before unbuckling his belt and tossing it across the room. Palming himself through his jeans, groaning a little bit before you slide the denim down his legs so he can step out of them. He keeps touching himself in front of your face. His grey boxers sporting a small wet stain from precum. “Open.”

Your jaw falls along with your tongue. Steve places two fingers into your mouth. “Suck.”

You do as he says while he takes his cock out. You whine around his fingers while he strokes himself. The tip of his cock an angry red color. Throwing his head back while he fists his cock. “Fuck, baby. Looked so beautiful tonight y’know that? Had me hard for you all night. Y’know Eddie was watching you too? Yeah, I know you do. You think he’d turn down the chance to fuck you if he could? No, he wouldn’t. But you don’t want him, do you baby? You just want your daddy, huh?”

You nod eagerly. Sucking his fingers harder now in response. trying to work your heel into your clit for some sort of relief.

“Stay still, pretty girl. Open wide for me, baby.” And you oblige, opening your mouth while he draws his fingers out and strokes himself with them before slapping the head of his cock onto your tongue.

“Thats a good girl. See? Look at you. You know how to behave, don’t you baby? C’mon honey, suck my cock… fuck baby, good girl, good girl.”

Your lips are moving around him steadily, making his hand on the back of your head shake. He’s less gentle tonight with you. Usually he would just barely guide your mouth around him, letting you take it at your own pace. But now he’s adding more force to his movements. Placing your hand on his thigh so he knows you can tap out if you want to. While he uses your mouth, he reaches down to unhook your bra, letting it fall onto the ground in front of him before pulling out of your mouth. He places a kiss on the top of your head, then on your forehead, then your nose, and your lips.

“I love you.” He whispers.

He settles himself between your lips again, letting you touch him like he knows you need. You look up at him with the biggest puppy eyes you can muster. He smiles lovingly down at you.

“Being cute won’t get you out of this this time, baby. I appreciate the- fuck- effort though.” He rubs his thumb across your forehead while you continue to look up at him, mouth full. He starts up again, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail and fucking into your mouth. Slowly at first, but speeding up slightly after a few thrusts. “Ohh love,- you are pretty cute though.” His head falls back, exposing the vein in his neck, red and flushed. “my pretty fucking slut, my beautiful girl.”

You whine around him, tears brimming your eyes. He pulls out to let you catch your breath. You nod up at him, and hes pushing back in. Rutting into your mouth and running his hand through his hair. You feel him twitch in your mouth.

“Fuck, honey. C’mon baby, make me cum.”

And you do just that. Bringing a hand up to rub harder circles into his balls and sucking just around his tip.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,- ahh” He moans while his cock starts to spurt warm ropes of cum down your throat. You look at him with those same pleading eyes while he works through his orgasm, swallowing what didnt drip out of your mouth, and catching what was running down his cock with your tongue. “Shit. Good girl…God, fuck.”

You sit with your knees on either side of you. The black heels you wear dig into your hips. That is until Steve lets go of your hair to lean down and pick you up from under your arms. Letting your legs dangle around his waist, supporting you with his hands on your ass and lower back. He kisses you delicately. Peck after peck onto your lips with little praises in between.

“Took it so well, baby. So well.” He carries you over to his bed, lying you down on the plush comforter. Kisses are pressed to your thighs all the way down to your ankles before removing your heels. Kissing back up your ankles before moving to hover above your hips. His eyes scan the thin tights that adorn your legs. You can see him pondering what to do with them. His hands trace the outline of your bare center below the sheer fabric, moving to your hips. He pauses for a moment before he grips the material on either side of your pelvis, and rips them down the middle. Making you gasp.

“Steve!”

“Sorry baby, I’ll buy you some more tomorrow.”

He finishes removing whats left of the tights, moving his hands up your stomach and rubbing your tummy and tits.

“Gonna be good for me? Don’t worry honey, I’ll take care of you.” He kisses your forehead and cheeks, your lip is trembling and your brain is cloudy. “Use your words please.”

“Yes, Stevie, I will.”

“Good girl.”

Steve threw your legs over each of his shoulders. Your cunt on display for him. His fingers glide through your folds before plunging them inside you. He leans over you to hover above your face while his fingers move inside you. His lips ghost over your face, kissing your forehead, and then your nose, and settling on your lips.

“I love you, honey.”

His fingers keep working on you, your eyes start to roll back, a warm fog overtaking your rationality. His favorite. Loves when you get all small for him, when you hold onto him for dear life while he touches you, too fucked to form cohesive thoughts. His mouth moves down to your neck, leaving wet, messy kisses over your skin, sucking it between his teeth until you whimper. You whine out his name.

“S-Stevie, close…close, please.”

But then he moves off of you. Sitting on the soft comforter and stroking your hair. The whimper you let out is almost a scream.

“Steve!”

“Shh,” He places another kiss on your forehead, “it’s okay baby, youre okay. Be a good girl.”

You turn to bury your face in his tummy, wrapping your arms around his waist. He rubs your back soothingly.

“You ready to get up for me? You still okay?” He says it with such sincerity. He would stop completely if you so much as hesitated. But you were already nodding and trying to sit in his lap. But he easily pushed you back onto the bed and spread your thighs apart.

“Use your words babylove. You know that. Thats why we’re here right now, yeah? Cause you wont use your words.”

“M’sorry, I’m okay Stevie, m’sorry. I want you please. ”

“Hey, hey, none of that alright? It’s okay dove.” He kisses your sternum before positioning his head between your legs. Admiring you for a moment before placing a kiss at the top of your slit. Peppering kisses all over your cunt while you quivered beneath him. His tongue finally made its way onto your cunt, plunging inside of you before latching onto your clit. You’re head is swimming and your body feels like it’s on fire. The wet sounds of his mouth on you and his heavy breathing is the only thing you can hear. His hands holding your thighs apart and rubbing the sides of your pussy with his thumbs. Then bringing two fingers back to your little hole and fucking you softly with them. The knot in your tummy pulled even tighter.

“Steve! Stevie! Please, please, please. Can I… Can I- Please.”

But he was already moving out of you and back up to your tits, taking a nipple in his mouth before releasing it slowly to come back up to your face.

“No! Stevie… please. Need to cum, please, please. I’ll be good, I’ll be a good girl for you daddy I promise. I promise I’ll be good.”

“I know you want it baby, i know. I know you would be such a good girl if I let you cum, yeah? but you just look so pretty like this. just a little more, okay? yeah? there you go, just relax honey, dont cum sweetheart. its okay, ive got you honey, daddy’s got you baby.”

Your glassy doe eyes nod up at him, you just want to be a good girl for him. You whimper a little when he takes your tits in his hands again and works your nipples with his mouth. Biting and pinching and sucking until they’re red and sensitive. He blows cool air onto them and you jump. He smiles a little and coos at you.

“You poor thing, baby. I’m sorry honey, gotta get my good girl back, baby. Here, you wanna suck my cock again baby? Then I’ll fuck you? You need something in your mouth baby?”

You nod at him, and usually he’d make you use your words but he knew you’re too far gone now. So he just moves his hips up to your chest. You already have your mouth open, with your tongue out for him.

“Awe, baby. Theres my good girl, huh? Smart little thing. My pretty baby.”

His cock is straining again, leaking precum onto your tongue when he slapped his tip onto it a few times. The familiar taste making you dumb under him. Your lips wrap around him, sucking and licking and satisfying that oral fixation. His hands stroke your hair while he moans above you, watching you take what you need.

When he thinks your sufficiently distracted from the ache between your legs, he moves back, smiling at the way your body chases him. He presses his forehead to yours and takes your face in his hands.

“Need you to use your words for me please, okay? Are you ready, baby? You want me inside you?”

“Yes, daddy, please. Please. I want you.”

He smiles and kisses the tip of your nose. Running his hands back down your body and lifting your legs up. Admiring your leaking cunt before picking you up off of the bed. Carrying you around to the other side of the bed so that you could see yourself in the mirror. Your heart skipped a beat at the scene. He bends you over the bed, before bringing his arms around you to pull you towards his chest.

“Deep breath baby.”

And then he’s completely inside you. None of his usual slowness. Already thrusting into you. His cock filling your little cunt up so good. Your moans resemble screams. You can hear him grunting behind you. Almost animalistic.

“Good girl. Thats my good girl. Such a good fucking slut for me, aren’t you baby? Making a scene just so I’ll fuck this tight little cunt. This what you wanted princess? Look at me.”

He grips your hair and makes you look into the mirror in front of you. Watching your own fucked out expression. Flushed all over. Tits red and sensitive. His hair was in his face. Shifting with his movements, and he was looking at you like you were an angel. You watched as he turned to whisper into your ear, his eyes watching your own looking into the mirror. Knowing you could see him talk to you like this.

“Your so fucking beautiful baby. I love you so much. Make me so happy. You doing good?”

You nodded, but he fucked the words out of your mouth.

“I love you ,daddy. Feels so good. You’re s’ big, Stevie, filling me up- filling me up so good.”

“Good girl.”

And he's letting go of his grip on you, guiding you down to the bed on your tummy. Moving both his hands around your hips and lifting them up before fucking into you. Rutting into you over and over again at an almost inhuman pace.

"Stevie, Stevie, Stevie,,"

You're a mess. Completely fucked out in front of him. Mouth hanging open, eyes rolled back, hair in your lipgloss, mascara smudged around your eyes. He's smiling so hard, letting his head fall back while he fucks into you, in complete bliss. The aura around you both is that of candlelight on a Sunday night, pure comfort and euphoria.

"Love you s'fucking much baby. God, could fuck you forever. My pretty girl. I'll take such good care of you, baby. Fuck-"

His words send chills throughout your entire being. Pushing you right back to that knot.

"Daddy, daddy, please. Taking such good care of me. Please, let me cum, please. Please, Stevie."

"Dove, sweetheart, cmon. I want you to cum for me now, baby. Let go for me. Yeah, fuck that's it, pretty girl. That's it, baby, oh, I know honey, I know. I know. Fuck, you're soaking me, love. Can I cum in you, sweetheart? Yeah? Thank you baby, such a good girl for me. Oh"

He keeps rutting into you while you cum on his cock. You're in the clouds, everything around you has melted into nothing but Steve. You feel him filling you up. Warm and safe. His arms wrap around you. The wonderful feeling of exertion puts a smile on your face. His lips place soft kisses all over your shoulders and face, whispering sweet nothings to you. Lying down next to you after maneuvering you back onto the bed properly. He wraps you up in his arms and kisses your head, rubbing your arms and shoulders, tracing hearts and "I love yous" into the soft skin.

"Did such a good job baby. Always so amazing. You're a dream, baby. My love. My own angel. I love you so much."

"Loves you Stevie, make me so happy. I love you."

He kisses you again before getting out of bed, making his way around to you and kissing you again. He hands you his shirt off of the floor and lets you wrap your arms around it, making sure you didn't feel alone while he goes into the bathroom and starts a bath for you, adding bubbles and lavender soap. He grabs a pair of boxers and returns to the bedroom, kissing you and picking you up.

"M'here baby. I'm here."

You smile at him and bury your face into his chest while he sits you on the counter. Kissing you all over your face and giggling with you while he takes off your makeup with you.

"Y' want me to go get you some water, beautiful?

Your face lights up, making him melt a little. "Yes please, love."

"Okay, honey, I'll go get everything ready for you, m'kay? You want some tea?"

"Yes, please."

"Alright angel. I'll be back in a couple minutes."

You clean up before getting into the warm bath. By the time you were in the water, Steve was knocking on the door with a cup of tea, and a glass of water. Entering the room when you told him to come inside.

"Hey, you. How you feel, babylove? Y'alright?" He asked you this every time, even though you always had the same answer. He loved to hear it.

"I'm so happy, Stevie, I love you."

He kisses your hand and brushes your hair out of your face, smiling softly at you.

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maskedtruths666 · 2 years

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Paid story part 2! Denise makes a crucial decision.

As Denise was faced with an ultimatum, she decided to play it cool. She said coolly to Henry, “Whatever this is, I’m not doing it. At least not in the office. Spice things up. Get me a new dress first, then we can talk.”

She then immediately turned around and headed to the exit. As she opened the door to exit, Joyce was intently waiting outside, as if she knew what was happening. When their eyes met, Joyce immediately approached Denise and asked what happened. Annoyed, Denise said to her, “Henry is a pervert. I do not want to work with him.”

Joyce immediately covered up by saying that it’s all part of an elaborate test and that Denise had passed it.

“Anyway, this is nonsense. I don’t like being treated like this. One more stupid test, and I will report this to HR.” Denise said and she stormed off.

Before she left the building, Henry rushed out after her and stopped her from leaving.

“Please, allow me to apologize and explain clearly why I did what I did.” Henry said, holding her arms.

“You have 2 minutes before my boyfriend arrives. You have until then.” Denise said coldly, arms wrapped together.

“Look, the moment I saw you, I fell crazily for you. I’ve never seen anyone with such features before. With such grace as you walked in. Your smile froze time. Needless to say, I’ve never had much success charming ladies without the use of money. When I saw that you needed money or rather, your boyfriend is not earning nearly as much as you, I thought I could use money to impress you. I apologize for being in the wrong.” Henry said, seemingly apologetic.

Before she could decide if she wanted to accept his apology, Jared’s car pulled up in the pick up point. He honked at Denise to signal his arrival and Denise promptly bade Henry goodbye, hurriedly accepted his apology and got into the car with Jared. The night ended without much occurrence but Denise kept the situation at work a secret from Jared as she didn’t want him to think so much.

The next morning, Denise wore a dress to work instead. She was curious how Henry would react. After all, it would not hurt her chances of a promotion with a director having a crush on her.

“But babe, you’re dressed up way too sexy just for work. The guys would be ogling you and thinking of fucking you the entire time. I don’t want you to wear this dress to work.” Jared lamented, throwing a hissy fit.

“Come here my darling.” Denise said as she signaled Jared to come over.

Jared pouted as he walked over. When he reached Denise, she knelt down and pulled out his cock. She started swapping between sucking it and stroking it. In between that, she said, “Imagine the office guys taking me one by one. Making me the office whore and using me as they see fit.”

Upon saying those words, it was as if it was magic. Jared’s cock instantly became rock hard and started throbbing and was almost on edge.

“You must really want this huh?” Denise said, perplexed at Jared’s reaction because she was just teasing him.

“Please make me cum.” Jared whimpered, almost begging Denise.

Denise then decided to deep throat Jared, sucking him dry whilst she knew his imagination was running wild. She sucked him as if her life depended on it and when Jared came in her mouth, down her throat, she continued sucking him off. She did not stop. She ferociously sucked his dick even after he came down her throat and Jared was just continuously moaning and losing control of himself because Denise was just that good with her mouth.

Finally, Jared managed to regain control. He pushed her on the bed, turned her over. With her cute petite ass facing him, he removed her laced pink thong and kept it in his pocket. He spread her wide open and without warning, he thrusted deep into her. With one hand, he grabbed her hair, pulling it towards him. He then started thrusting harder and harder into Denise. The other hand was groping her tiny tits all over and he was relentless. With each thrust, both Denise and him moaned in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so damn good. Please don’t stop.” moaned Denise, as she was loving how in command Jared is and how he is fucking her exactly how she wants to be fucked.

“You’re mine, all mine. You hear me? Only I have access to your pussy. All of you belongs to me.” Jared said as he thrusted hard with each word, clearly making a point.

“Fuck me harder, I’m all yours, I’ll always be yours.” Denise moaned as she was on the cusp of an orgasm.

Jared responded by pounding her pussy even harder, imagining that it was the office guys that were gang banging his precious princess. That sent him into an uncontrollable rage. He fucked her so hard and fast that Denise actually orgasmed from how rough and fast it was. Jared could not control any longer and he unleashed his second round of cum deep into Denise’s pussy, not giving a damn in the world.

“Ah fuck. Fuck baby. Fuck, you’re so good at this. Fuck me, this is great.” Denise exclaimed breathlessly with cum oozing out of her pussy.

Jared grabbed her hair and pulled her towards him. “You are mine. I am not sharing.” Jared snarled as he grunted next to her ears.

“Yes daddy. I’m sorry for teasing you.” Denise said, puppy eyeing Jared which seemed to calm him down.

“I’m keeping your thong with me. You’re not going to wear any today.” Jared said as he kept it and smiled mischievously at her.

“Fine, but don’t blame me if guys make a move on me.” Denise said, pretending to pout.

“It’s okay, you’re all mine anyway.” Jared replied.

The day in office passed by with Denise feeling extremely horny because remnants of Jared’s cum was still inside her.

At lunchtime, Henry made his move and asked Denise out for lunch. To his surprise, she agreed and she actually went out with him. As they were going for lunch, Henry and Denise were at MBS and they passed by a shop with a really nice dress. Henry remarked, “What wouldn’t I give to see you in that dress?”

Denise dragged him by his hand, into the shop and immediately asked the shop assistant to prepare the dress for her. She winked at Henry before going into the dressing room to try it on. She was feeling particularly desired and wanted Henry to sneak into the changing room but after 5 minutes, she came out feeling a bit disappointed.

“Here, help me take a picture and you can keep it as a reward.” Denise said, sitting down and posing for Henry.

After that, Henry surprised Denise by going up to the assistant and saying that he’ll pay for the dress.

Pleasantly surprised, they had a nice and fancy lunch and Denise was feeling surprisingly daring. She wanted to make a move on Henry but she also knew it was wrong. But she wanted to thank him for the dress. It wasn’t cheap.

Fast forward to the end of lunch, before Denise went back to the office, she said to Henry, “Take me some place nice. I want to thank you properly.”

Getting the hint, Henry smiled and brought her to the suite at MBS. Wasting no time, the moment they entered the hotel room, Denise pushed Henry against the first wall and unzipped his pants and got on her knees.

“This is for the fancy lunch and the perfect dress. Nothing more, nothing less.” Denise said as she stroked Henry’s cock.

“The sluts always end up on their knees for money.” Henry smirked as he let Denise “thank” him properly.

As she was stroking and sucking his dick, Henry could not help but moan and groan at her tongue technique. Something about this was just so satisfying and he was almost about to cum just from a little bit of stroking and sucking.

He dragged her up by her hair and turned her around. He pushed her to the nearest table with a mirror and bent her over. He lifted up the back of the dress and put his cock at the tip of her already soaking wet and dripping wet pussy. As the tip of his cock was at the entrance of her pussy, he desperately wanted to just thrust it in.

“You’re such a god damn whore aren’t you?” Henry said as he noticed how wet Denise is.

“Only wet for you. You can afford things my boyfriend can’t. I’ll let you use me if you continue buying nice stuff for me.” Denise blurted out, surprised that her inner hoe was unleashed.

“Now that’s what I like to hear, you cheap fucking whore.” Henry said as he thrusted into Denise’s wet pussy.

THE END! Part 3 coming up!

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