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[joinlivesexbloger]

[loubella77]

18+ MDNI

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Fetish friendly // switch

[bi-writes]

your lieutenant won't take off his mask for you. ehhhh, but you can make it work, right? (18+, ghost x fem!reader)

"no one sees my face. not even you, bunny."

but you don't mind. his face surely isn't the thing that drew you to him in the first place. no, it was when you were sitting in a loud room, and it immediately went quiet because ghost shuffled in. when you watched him duck his fucking head to get through the door only to stand there broader than the width of it. when he looked down at you with what was definitely a scowl under that mask and grumbled out "little bunny" at you in the filthiest voice you'd ever heard.

he could call you those names all he wants; he likes bunnies.

it doesn't bother you, that he doesn't want to take off his mask. you can still kiss him nasty through it.

as far as you're concerned, that's his face. you pet it like it is as least, cupping his cheeks and pulling him close, nuzzling your nose against his. he huffs underneath it, but he never pulls away, and you lick a fat stripe over the bony cheek of his mask, whining when you taste salt and sand and gunpowder.

you soak it with your spit. you cradle his head, tilting it this way and that, flattening your tongue and licking over his jaw. he holds back a groan as you kiss him open-mouthed through it, pinching his fat cheeks and planting wet kiss after wet kiss over his puckered lips. his lips part easily for you, shaky breaths like music to you, and whenever you let out a soft moan, he can't help the way he fists your ass and pulls you closer.

you want him to taste you. you force his neck back, pulling his chin down, and you lean over him just enough that you can spit on the front of his mask. you press your face to his after, using your tongue to soak it into the fabric, and you practically purr when you feel his tongue pressing back, cotton practically dripping with your saliva as he sucks on it.

you can't wait to sit on his face next. top 10 ways to die, water-boarded by pussy has to be one of them.

[spunsteph]

[inkskinned]

before you know about women, you hear that you do not need to love the man, just that you need to love him through his manhood. which is to say you have seen the future painted in lamb's blood over your eyes - how your mother shoots you a look about your father's inability to cook right. how your aunt holds her wineglass and says i'm gonna kill em. men, right! how your best friend bickers with her boyfriend, how she says i can't help it. i come back to him.

you learn: men are gonna cheat. men aren't going to listen when you're talking, because you're nagging. men think emotions are stupid. they think your life is vapid and your hobbies are embarrassing. men will slam things, but that's because men are allowed to be angry. if you get loud, you're hysterical. if a man gets loud - well, men are animals, men are dogs, men can't control their hands or their eyes or their bodies. they're going to make a snide comment about you in the locker room, about your body, about how you're so fucking annoying. you're going to give him kids, and he will give you the money for the kids, and you're going to be running the house 24/7 - but he gets to relax after a long day, because his job is stressful. the man is on stage, and is a comedian, and says "women!"

and you are supposed to love that. you are supposed to love men through how horrible they are to you - because that's what women do. that's what good women do. wife material. your father even told you once - it'll make sense when you're older. it was like staring down a very lonely tunnel.

it feels like something's caught in your throat, but it's all you know, so. it's okay that you see sex as a necessary tool, a sort of okay-enough ritual to keep him happy, even though he doesn't seem to care about happiness as-applied-to you. it is relationship upkeep. it is kissing him and smiling even though he didn't brush his teeth. it is getting on your knees and looking up and holding back a sigh because he barely holds you as you panic through the night. it's not like the sex is bad and you do like feeling wanted. and besides! he's a man! like... they're another species. you'll never be able to actually communicate, right. he isn't listening.

you just don't get it. you don't feel that sense of i'm gonna climb him like a tree. mostly it just feels fucking exhausting. you play the part perfectly. you smile and nod and are "effortlessly" charming. and it's fine! it's alright! you even love him, if you're looking. you could have good life, and a good family, and perfectly happy.

in the late night you google: am i broken. you google i'm not attracted to my husband. you google i get turned on by books but not by him. you google how to get better in bed.

the first time he yells at you, it almost feels like blankness. like - of course this is happening. this is always how it was going to end up. men get angry, and they yell, and you sit there in silence.

you mention it to your friend - just the once - while you're drunk. she shrugs and says it's like that with me too, i just try to forget and move on. men are always gonna hear what they want to. pick your battles and say sorry even though he's in the wrong. you play solitaire online for a month. you go to your therapist appointment and preach about how you're both so in love.

after all, you have a future to want. nobody lied about it - how many instagram posts say marriage is hard. say real love takes work. say we fight like cats and dogs but the best part is that we always make up. how many of your friends say happy anniversary to the best and worst thing to ever happen to me. if you really loved him - loved yourself too - you'd accept that men are just different from you.

the first time she kisses you, it's on a dare at a party. something large and terrifying whips through your body. you wake up sweating from dreams where her mouth is encrusted with pearls and you pick them off one by one with your teeth. fuck. you sit at the computer and your almost-finished game of sim city. you think about your potential perfect life and your potential future family. you google am i gay quiz with your little hands shaking.

you delete each letter slowly. you don't need to love him. you just need to keep going.

[spunsteph]

Chat me up on signal or zangi on the Link 🖇️🔗 below 👇👇 if you wanna get spun and fuck me all night

[domwitch]

Tbh if a sub service top fucked me slow and panted and whined about how good my pussy feels it would fix me :/

[bloodydeanwinchester]

random shots of dean’s tongue - 31/ ∞

12x02 || mamma mia

[peachdues]

girl’s first time getting eaten out alert

CW: Sanemi eating pussy is its own content warning. MDNI.

He tears himself away from you with a gasp. For a moment, all the two of you can do is stare at the other, bright eyed and cheeks flushed, Sanemi’s chin and jaw shiny with you.

Large, callused hands take you by your wrists and guide your hands to the wrought iron curves of your headboard.

“Hold on to it. Tight.”

The rasp in his voice sends your stomach fluttering, but there is a gleam in his eyes that makes you gulp. Slowly, your fingers curl around the intricate patterns and bars of the headboard. Silently, you pray your grip is strong enough to hide the way your hands tremble.

Satisfied that you’re properly anchored to your bed, Sanemi’s hungry gaze returns to what lays between your thighs. There is a moisture on his lower lip, one that draws the attention of his tongue. Whether it’s from your wetness or his own drool, you can’t say.

Sanemi bends low to plant one, soft kiss on the inside of your knee. His arms slide under your thighs, pulling them up over his shoulders as his lips trail higher up your leg.

You can barely appreciate the soft exhale of his breath across your center before his mouth latches to you with a gasp, his tongue diving right into your entrance.

Your forearms burn with the effort to keep yourself attached to the headboard as Sanemi abruptly sits up, half-dragging your hips off the bed, face-deep between your thighs. The scream of pleasure that had mounted in your throat bleeds out into a choked yelp as you suddenly find yourself half-suspended above your mattress, your headboard your only anchor.

But you are far too lost in the way Sanemi holds you up to his mouth to notice the burn in your abdomen or the ache in your biceps. How could you possibly focus on anything else — what, with his tongue curling inside of you like this, his nose pressed right on your clit.

How could you be aware of anything other than the ravenous gleam in his eyes as he feasts on you like an offering left at his altar?

—-

BONUS!

Two of his fingers form an upside-down v to massage the area between his mouth and the seams of your thighs. The added pressure pulses in time with his tongue as he works you through your high, deepening the euphoric burn as you come and come.

That’s when you start sobbing.

[fatnfemme]

how do i calmly, coolly, normally say, “i want you to fuck me until i can’t see or walk or move and only know your name” while making eye contact

[domwitch]

Submissive wolf boy goes into heat so his dominant bunny gf ties him up and uses him like a dildo so he doesn't go feral and hurt her. He's drooling and growling, straining against his restraints, snapping his jaws at her but she caresses his face, cooing gently in his ear to be her good boy while she rides him slowly. He gets dumber and more pliant after each orgasm, until he's just a cute cum dispenser for her.

[uniquekianna]

Horny asf available now for meetup dm with time and location let's see if we are close to have a deal

[idolomantises]

Okay so a surprising number of people are expecting Lili to cheat on Sera and sleep with Prince because of that last comic. I didn’t.. expect that.

[justdavina]

Isis Valentina

Amazing transgender beauty! She's perfect in every way!

[mtonino]

Le Sexe Qui Parle (1975) Frédéric Lansac

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