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hypnotic-kink · 3 months ago
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Just a hint of naughty. The full pic is downright wicked ;)
Reblogs ok, but not to other platforms. Do not steal please.
My side color blog @bellasstorm2023
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shoomlah · 1 year ago
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Have a whole thing I want to finish but I have to go camping in the desert for a week (very biblical of me) with no cell reception so I’ll just leave you with a tease
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zweig-eater · 2 months ago
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DAYDREAMS patrick zweig
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nsfw below the cut
patrick watched with the intention of a lion stalking its prey. studying you; he watched every flex of your muscles as you went to serve. he studied every twitch and crinkle of your facial features as you and your opponent rallied back and forth.
he watched the gentleness of your grip change around the racket. the way your skirt caught the wind and your tight tank top slightly rose throughout the match to display just a sliver of your skin.
he was entirely entranced with you, as you danced and conducted your way around the court. the poise at which you won your match, and the genuine smile and handshake you offered to your opponent.
your matching baby pink set completed with frilly white socks and a dainty bow placed in your hair. your whole ensemble got him so worked up he couldn't even hear what was happening around him. time froze, and the world stopped spinning as he watched you.
the worst part of it all was how desperately he wanted to ruin your pretty little face. seeing you all primped and preened made him want to take every resemblance of innocence you had in you for himself. his thoughts started to stray as he imagined you split open taking him as deep as you could. his cock buried so far in you, it was blurring your vision and making incoherent noises fall from your mouth. your little outfit laid on his floor as tears streamed down your sweet face.
he would hold your hand as you fell apart for him. tell you what a natural you are at servicing his big mean cock. make you watch as he easily slid in and out of you with your slick as the only lubricant. the noises alone were enough to make your stomach cramp with embarrassment. his eyes would be locked on yours as he taught you how to be his perfect little slut. the innocence fading right before him as he sent you to the edge of the cliff you so desperately wanted to fall off of.
but it was too good to have you on his leash.. he couldn't let you go just yet. his pace would slow to a stand still as he made you beg for him to fuck you again. just his tip was left inside as the emptiness made you claw back for him, needing to be full.
“use your words, pretty girl” he would say, holding your chin and forcing you to look right at him.
your brows furrowed as you tried your hardest to make any sort of full sentence come to you. all you could muster was high pitched ‘nngh’ and ‘mmfn’ noises that just made patrick smile down at you.
‘look at you… tell me you need me. tell me what a slut you are for me.’ he watched you so closely you thought his eyes might catch you on fire. he wanted to hear what you had become. he wanted to know how well he had wrecked the pretty put-together thing he met just hours prior.
patrick was sharply awoken from his daydreams as art shook his shoulder.
‘yo, are you alright?’ he asked, ‘the match is over let's go’ art continued as he stood up.
‘y-yeah sorry’ patrick stammered, as he came back to and tried to catch one last glimpse of you before you slipped away into the locker room. god, he needed to meet you.
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elysianfemme · 8 days ago
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VixenArts 🍭 🍭
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mermaidgirl30 · 9 months ago
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✨Dark Shades of Innocence Lost✨
A/N: I played with a concept of a wip I’ve been wanting to do for a while, so here is a tease if anyone is interested. Club owner! Joel. That is it. Pure smut. Might turn this into a small series or a one shot. We’ll see where it goes.
Summary: Joel finally gets his hands on you for the first time, and he wants you to ride his thigh in the middle of his crowded, dark club 😳
Pairings: Joel x fem! reader
Word Count: 700
Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY MDNI)
Tags: Smut, dirty talk, thigh riding, light choking, dom! Joel, club owner!Joel, no outbreak
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
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The blaring music thundered against the back of the dark wall as your back was pressed up against the thin layer of wallpaper. You barely noticed the noise over your own stifled moans and increased heart palpitations. But also the brooding, dominant man that you were pressed up against. And those dark syrupy eyes that were sinking deep into yours as his hands pressed deeper into your hips, edging you on further.
“That’s it, darlin’. Mmmm just like that. There ya go,” he groaned as you sank deeper into the crease of his dark jeans, putting even more pressure on your center as you rode his thigh nice and slow. The material caught your bundle of nerves as the denim dragged over just the right area of your throbbing clit.
“Oh, fuck,” you moaned as you felt a wave of slick cover his thigh, feeling your orgasm build and build until you were right on the edge. You were almost there, almost. The ringing in your ears and built up tension in your spine signaled you were about to let go.
“Come on now, sweetheart. Look s’good ridin’ my thigh. Can feel how wet you are. Now be a good girl and let me see you ruin these jeans,” he purred as he nipped at your neck, sinking his lips down on your collarbone as you moaned in response.
You shifted against him and felt your clit drag and snag over the denim, feeling just how drenched he made you. The room was hot, the scent of sex and whiskey lingering in the air as they intertwined together, eliciting another moan out of you as you nipped at the salt and pepper scruff that ran against his jawline.
“Cum for me, let me hear that pretty voice moan my name,” he coaxed as he licked at the shell of your ear, making your breath get choked as you continued riding faster, harder, pressing your clit deeper into his muscled thigh.
He wrapped a hand gently over your throat and ghosted his lips over yours, biting at your lower lip and taking it in his mouth, releasing it slowly as it snapped back into place, leaving your lips puffy and needy for him. He left a trail of whiskey against your tastebuds as you breathed in his mahogany cologne, getting drunk off his taste and scent.
His blown out pupils stared intently into your eyes, making your cunt clench up against nothing, leaving you breathless and completely worked up as you rode him faster, deeper, entrancing another moan out of your mouth that came out choked and desperate.
He ran his tongue against his bottom lip, making him look completely carnal and devious as he smirked down at you with those dark pupils that hypnotized you into submission. “Be a good girl now. Let me hear that pretty moan. Go on,” he smirked as he lifted his thigh higher, brushing against your throbbing clit at just the right spot, feeling your senses melt away as you came undone around him.
“Joelllll,” you moaned, letting his name carrying around the dark room and mix in with the washed out sounds of music and bodies of couples dancing down on the crowded dance floor. Your jaw went slack as you kept your glazed over eyes on him and felt the white, hot sensations take over as white liquid shot out of you, covering his denim with your arousal as you felt your body go slack against the weight of him.
“Oh, that’s a good girl. That’s a good fuckin’ girl,” he growled as he wiped at his jeans and stuck his index and middle finger in his mouth, sucking slowly as his blown out pupils simmered into yours. “So fuckin’ good,” he smirked as he popped his fingers out of his mouth and stared down at you with full intention clear in his eyes. He was going to fuck you. Not right now, not here, but soon. This was only the first encounter, and he had an entire agenda up those rolled up sleeves of his that had your name written all over them.
Joel Miller was going to get you in so much trouble.
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phasesofamoonchild · 1 year ago
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I was asked once if I’d do audio and I never really thought about it until now
the creamy wet mess I make myself is real
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seeminglydark · 2 years ago
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Harold, they’re lesbians.
Gonna see a lot more of Maddie’s main squeeze Robin in the upcoming chapter of my webcomic, Seemingly Dark, so enjoy some pretty girl art until then.
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lambishep · 6 months ago
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animatronic-assistant · 1 month ago
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Teaser
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orienteddreamerrr · 3 months ago
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Taking advantage of my CRAPPY laptop camera...lol
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comfysocksfirst · 1 year ago
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Machine Things - Part 1?
My father because he had a major stroke when I was very young I suspect he feels that he missed out on teaching me a small series of things on manhood that can only be taught when they come up. This thought doesn’t feel as pronounced now that I live a thousand miles away but there were moments growing up when I would feel that intense regret coming off of him. There’d be something wrong with the car and all he could communicate was the I needed to carry the tarp out to the car and then unfurl it underneath it so he could haltingly scoot under the machine. He’d grab the tools he needed and would place them near his head so his one good arm could easily find them. He’d learned from years earlier that his pointing to the toolbox and expecting me to divine which tool he wanted was a tremendously frustrating practice for us both. And so I would just watch him as I stood near the hood waiting for his signal to help slide him back from under the car. Then the car would be fixed and I did not know that there was something wrong with it nor what he did to fix it. One afternoon I was driving back home I have no memory of where I was coming from. A block away from home I pulled over because the van felt like it had a flat tire. So I pulled over to the side and sure enough there was a quickly deflating tire on the rear. I was a block from home. I thought to myself It’s so close I can just drive over there no problem and then deal with it later. My dad because he had accepted that things under the hood or under the chassis required to much precision for him to grunt out an explanation (he’d lost the ability to speak clearly) he began to overcompensate with things he could teach. He would walk alongside me as I mowed the lawn and most relevant to this he had me change a lot of tires whether they were flat or not. If he saw me pull in with a flat tire he would have lost his shit and he would have had me changing tires every day that week. So I thought about this as I stood next to my van. I grabbed the spare from the back and went ahead changing the tire despite knowing that the tire I was taking out was only quickly deflating but the spare was in fact completely deflated. He would have something to say about my driving in with a flat but I could provide proof that I knew how to change a tire! ++++++ A few years later I’d be in Minnesota working a part-time job at a Target just outside Minneapolis. I was on the register texting the woman I was secretly seeing who happened to be in a long term relationship with one of my co-workers. She had just told me that if I met her at Dairy Queen for my lunch break then she would have for me a banana split and a *treat* I could enjoy while I ate that banana split. I was audibly frustrated when I saw a flat tire on my Ford Explorer in the giant Target parking lot. Let me say something quickly about how massive these department store parking lots are--especially in the suburbs. I hate them!!! It’s ridiculous! This is likely hyperbole but if you were to lay people down on the lot trying to cover it; lay them down tightly like in a hot dog wiener package, I’d say it would take six hundred people to completely cover the lot. I have this flat tire waiting for me at the start of my lunch break.
My father gave me the Explorer at some point in the month when I told my parents I had decided to move to Minnesota and my actual moving there. Although thinking on it now maybe he’d given it to me earlier because I kind of remember driving it to work or more accurately getting locked out of it in my work parking lot. I had been in an accident in the van and I don’t remember how drive-able it was after that. Either way I had been given the Explorer and I have no memory of that conversation.
I never changed the tire of a Ford Explorer. But it’s exactly the same. I had the SUV up, the flat taken out but was having major difficulty securing the spare tire my dad had left for me in the trunk onto the wheel hub assembly. I reasoned that I was in too much of a hurry and needed to regather myself to finish the task. So I took a deep breath and failed again to put the spare tire on.
Back inside the Target I went looking for some assistance. I found another cashier just getting ready to end her lunch break. Hey can you help me with getting my tire back on my car please? It’s gonna be like 2 minutes tops. Just need another set of hands to help force it in there.
Sure, she says. Our supervisor upon seeing me stop my coworker from clocking back in. Where are you two going?
Well, I say. I have a flat and I need help for a minute to get it back on. It should be real quick.
No. You can work on that after your shift is over we need you both to come back from your breaks now.
I’m having trouble changing the tire now in broad daylight. It’s not the sort of thing that’s going to get easier to work on at the end of my day once it’s nighttime and there’s no one around. I’ll be back as soon as it’s done but I won’t be back until it’s done. Great. See you in a minute. And I’ll send her right back.
My co-worker helps me with the tire but it’s still not wanting to fit. A white man about my dad’s age walks up to us as it’s quite obvious we’re struggling. He suggests that I try the spare that came equipped with the car that the one my dad left me that I’ve been trying to fit is the wrong size and will never fit. I had no idea it came with a spare and don’t know if it still has the spare. It’s just some random white guy annoying me after I’ve been working on the flat for now a little over a half hour. Oh I think I got really drunk and maybe threw that away in some drunken stupor I lie to him to get him to move on his way and leave me to solve it myself.
That would be pretty stupid. I hope you didn’t do that because that tire would be really helpful now. He tells me and stays with me. He bends over a little and looks under the SUV. There it is, he says. Also, he tells me that the area I’ve chosen to place the car jack is unsafe and I should lower the car. Grab the manual, he says. Let’s figure out how the tire out from under there.
It looks like you’re going to be okay, my co-worker tells me. I have to get back to work.
Yeah of course thank you for all the help. Let them know I’ll be in in a minute.
The man stays with me as we find the parts to remove the spare hidden underneath and next to the passenger seats. He stays with me until the tire is completely replaced. I thank him and we shake hands. I rush off back to work. And I quickly forget most of what he looked like so I don’t know if I ever see him again. But it’s my hope that he’d come back to that Target every now and then recognize me and remember his good deed. How he made time for a stranger.
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punkrockmixtapes · 19 days ago
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Listen/purchase: Candysauce by Wifey
Haven't had a full nights sleep since I first met you Pace the floor, I'm craving more, I can't forget you
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inkskinned · 15 days ago
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she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.
my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.
my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.
my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.
at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.
my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.
i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.
two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.
it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.
#writeblr#wlw#i often think about like.....#being happy in a gay relationship is sometimes so odd#bc u can forget how stupid ppl are.#bc ur so USED to being gay. and u forget other people GENUINELY ARE homophobic#so it's like. girl pardon?????#but also there are moments where it's like. ohhh the kids are alright#like watching someone razz someone else.... so fucking wholesome#“lemme get this bitche's pronouns before i make gentle fun of them” .... i would have KILLED for that.#THAT is how u know ur accepted#not just tolerated#..... when ppl are like. sure ur nonbinary congrats but WHAT is this fucking sunscreen application#ps idk if "razz'' is a real word but someone asked what it means -#i've always heard it as being a term for 'gentle & friendly teasing'' which like#i personally notice more from my guy friends but is like - when a person isn't#LIKE ACTUALLY teasing u (it's nothing personal/mean) they're just laughing w/you about something#my friends often put on a little voice and call me an anemic little bitch#like 'ooooo the anemic little bitch is cold??? does she need a mouse blanket#bc she's SOOOO SMALL AND ANEMIC???''#and it doesn't hurt my feelings (it makes me laugh very hard) bc 1. i actually called MYSELF that first#and 2. i'm not sensitive about it!!!#a proper razz is when you are ALSO in on the joke - i ALSO think it's funny#for some people i personally find that when they razz u it's when they love u -#they've noticed something genuine about u and love u enough that u know they're not being mean#this is cultural and personality based of course but i'm hispanic#if someone isn't making fun of me it means they hate me . obviously.
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notherpuppet · 9 months ago
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Because what if they kissed
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theamericannightmare13 · 11 months ago
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