#the naked spur

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The Naked Spur (1953)

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The Naked Spur (1953, Anthony Mann)

12/27/23

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[pacingmusings]

Seen in 2023:

The Naked Spur (Anthony Mann), 1953

[musicandoldmovies]

Janet Leigh in The Naked Spur

[jasonsutekh]

The Naked Spur (1953)

A cynical bounty hunter tracks down a criminal and, with the aid of two new allies, subdues him. However the two strangers learn of the reward and insist on accompanying him to get their cut.

There are the usual qualities of 50s era Westerns such as vibrant colour that juxtapose each other well and the scenery which is expansive but varied. There are a few small moments that foreshadow character developments and help keep the audience engaged but the most interesting aspect is the psychological warfare between the characters and the methods they use to cause doubt in each other.

None of the characters are really deserving of any happy ending, acting entirely on impulses or pragmatism instead of ethics. Much of the time they act as savages with heavier weapons but the narrative warps this perception to show their barbarism as part of the patriotic pioneering of the time in which the film is set.

The focus is largely kept on the greed each character has and what grows or maintains it, in particular the oldest companion who appears almost redeemable at times but falls back on avarice. The elements contrast the crimes and dishonour of the characters by supplying constant common obstacles that they could unite to overcome but instead ends up injuring them due to their lack of cooperation.

As usual Native Americans are portrayed in a reductive and insulting light, treated almost as another elemental threat that has to be dealt with incidentally with less compassion than was shown the horse. In the end it didn’t feel like closure was possible, much less deserved, especially considering any last minute options to do good had to happen over a pile of corpses.

3/10 -This one’s bad but it’s got some good in it, just there-

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The Naked Spur (1953)

[streamondemand]

'The Naked Spur' – James Stewart hunts Robert Ryan on Criterion Channel

The westerns that James Stewart made with director Anthony Mann in the 1950s infused the genre with a psychological intensity and psychopathic edge and brutal The Naked Spur (1953), their third collaboration, may be their best. Stewart is the hard, angry bounty hunter Howard Kemp tracking outlaw Ben Vandergroat (Robert Ryan) through the deceptively beautiful mountain wilderness of the Midwest.…

[svenslave]

Wonderful boots, wonderful whip, wonderful Mistress. He is a lucky slave - if he can take it!!

[klauztrooph]

It's been ages since I played Magic and I never posted about it I have to brake the silence. Why do this centaur has spurs? Does he ride a bigger horse? Or he just felt pretty?

[effervescentdragon]

rio ferdinand man of all time, 20yrs later and i still think hes hot af

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

Beneath a Dragon's Gaze

Summary: With Madame Sylvi indisposed on the evening Prince Aemond comes to visit, he requests someone different | Word Count: 1.7k~ | Warnings: sex work, smut, hair pulling, biting, titty sucking, darkish Aemond

A/N: saw ep 3 and felt silly 😁 not proofread an inch

“The Prince has asked for you.”

She could not help the wide-eyed look and the familiar flipping of her stomach, now feeling entirely different with the words that had come from her fellow woman’s lips. The Prince. Well, it could have meant either of them only weeks before, but no longer. They frequented this establishment quite often, as an upper-class brothel, with only the finest whores and service, it was only natural, and they had the coin to pay for it.

Suddenly, she felt quite cold in the sheer dress she had chosen that evening, doing very little to conceal the flesh that hid beneath, her nipples having formed peaks against the satin. What could she possibly say to that? There was no possibility of refusing. 

“Very well,” she responded, knowing it was not her place to question. There was no question as to which now, it was most certainly the very same who frequented for the warm embrace and soothing voice of Madame Sylvi, who spent hours in her company and paid her a hefty price for it. For secrecy. But she knew just as well that the only reason Aemond had requested her instead, was because on this night, his usual appointment was indisposed. 

Her heart raced as she slalomed through the scantily clad crowd, each step bringing her closer to the corner where the prince awaited. The halls were dimly lit, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows that danced along the walls, alongside those of curved figures, twisted with pleasure. She could hear the muted sounds of such from the other rooms, but they did little to quell the nervousness that gripped her.

When she reached the curtain, she paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself. The Prince. Aemond Targaryen. Known for his fierce demeanour and sharp intellect, he was not a man to be trifled with. Yet, beneath that cold exterior, she had heard whispers of a man burdened by the weight of his family.

Sliding the curtain across, met with the Prince, eyepatch already discarded and down only to his breeches, sat with cup in hand on the plush settee, his lone eye raising to her as she dipped for a curtsy. She felt her throat close at the sight of the sapphire, somewhat mirroring what was happening between her thighs.

"Madame Sylvi sends her apologies, my prince. She is unable to attend to you this evening."

Aemond's gaze lingered on her for a moment, and she felt her cheeks flush under his scrutiny. "I did not call for Sylvi tonight," he said finally, his tone giving nothing away. "I called for you."

Her lips parted to question. But she dare not let the words free. She was not one to ask about his intentions, a mere whore.

“Undress.”

The Prince’s eye never wavered as he watched, flesh revealed as she bared herself to him. He stood as if uncurling himself, finishing what was left in his cup before moving his hands to unlace his breeches, his head gesturing to the settee.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

His commanding tone made those flutters awaken once more. She had been employed at this establishment for so long, of course being naked and bared to an abundance of men was second nature. But there was something about the way he wanted her, the way it seemed not spurred by desire of any kind, but a need, like air, that ignited her nerves that she had not felt since her first few days in this line of work.

Still, bare arsed and exposed to a Prince, was a different matter entirely.

She felt his presence behind her, knowing he was naked as his thighs brushed against hers. He nudged her knees apart and pushed gently on her spine, encouraging her to arch her back. Though she could not see his face, the rippled design of the copper in front of her reflected enough for her to sense the detachment in his actions. So, she remained silent.

Prince Aemond guided himself to her centre, barely wet, and pushed his cockhead inside. He had barely breached her when his hands gripped the flesh of her buttocks, watching intently as his cock slowly slid deeper into her cunt, being swallowed by her body. She closed her eyes, the lack of preparation making the act more uncomfortable than pleasurable, but she hoped that with time, her arousal would ease the discomfort.

As Prince Aemond continued to push himself inside her, she focused on her breathing, trying to relax her body and ease the discomfort. The room was silent except for their breaths, the flickering candlelight casting shadows that danced on the walls. Each inch he gained felt like a stretch, a challenge to her body's readiness, but she bit her lip, determined to endure.

His hands, firm on her buttocks, began to knead her flesh, his grip alternating between gentle caresses and possessive squeezes. The friction built steadily, her body slowly acclimating to his presence. The initial pain started to fade, replaced by a growing warmth and the stirrings of pleasure.

Aemond moved with a deliberate pace, his thrusts measured and controlled. He seemed intent on watching every inch of his cock as it disappeared inside her, his breathing heavy and laboured. She could feel his intensity, the way he held back his own urges to maintain that slow, torturous rhythm.

Despite the initial discomfort, her arousal began to build. Her body responded to his movements, her inner walls slickening and accommodating his length with increasing ease. Soft moans escaped her lips, unbidden but honest, as pleasure began to mix with the remnants of pain.

Aemond's hands slid from her buttocks to her hips, pulling her back against him with each thrust. The new angle allowed him to go deeper, hitting spots inside her that sent jolts of pleasure through her body. Her fingers clenched the sheets beneath her, seeking some anchor as the sensations intensified.

He leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear. "Do you feel that?" he murmured, his voice husky and edged with restraint. "Do you feel how you take me in?"

"Yes, my prince," she gasped, her voice trembling with the effort to maintain composure. "I feel it."

Aemond's pace quickened slightly, his control slipping as his own desire took precedence. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a rhythmic, primal music that spoke of need and release. Her moans grew louder, her body arching and pushing to meet his thrusts, seeking the pleasure that now consumed her.

With a sudden, possessive grip, Aemond's hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. His lips found her skin, teeth grazing lightly before he bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to claim. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, her body responding with an involuntary clench around his cock.

He groaned against her neck, the sound vibrating through her. "Take me, all of me," he whispered, his voice filled with approval and satisfaction. 

She surrendered to the sensations, her body melting into his as pleasure overwhelmed her. Every thrust, every touch, every whispered word from Aemond drove her closer to the edge. The discomfort was a distant memory now, replaced by a wave of ecstasy that built with each passing second. His movements so erratic, his stones clapped against her womanhood with every harsh push, slapping against her bud in a steady, unyielding rhythm.

The sensation pushed her over the edge, her own climax washing over her in a powerful, all-consuming wave. She cried out, her body convulsing around him, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Finally, with a deep, guttural moan, Aemond drove himself to the hilt inside her once more, his body shuddering and then withdrawing quickly as he found his release and coated her buttocks and thighs with his pearly spend.

They stayed like that for a moment, both catching their breath, their bodies still joined. Slowly, Aemond released his grip on her hair and hips, his hands soothing over the marks he'd left. He pulled out of her velvety walls gently, leaving her feeling both spent and fulfilled.

She expected him to leave, to gather his clothes and slip away into the night, as most men often do with a flick of their coin into her lap. But instead, Aemond surprised her. He curled into her body, his head resting against her chest. His lips found her breast, mouthing at her skin with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the intensity of their earlier encounter. His hand moved to her other breast, caressing it with a gentle, almost reverent touch.

She looked down at him, her fingers threading through his silver, moonlit hair. He seemed to take more pleasure in this simple intimacy than she did, as if seeking comfort rather than mere satisfaction. His eyes were closed, his breathing steadying as he continued to nuzzle her chest.

"I hate it," he murmured after a long silence, his voice muffled against her skin.

She blinked, unsure of his meaning. "Hate what, my prince?"

Aemond shifted slightly, his hand stilling on her breast. "Sometimes, I think Madame Sylvi just says anything to appease me. She tells me what she thinks I want to hear, not what she truly believes."

There was a bitterness in his tone that caught her off guard. "Why do you think that?" she asked softly, her thumb stroking the back of his neck.

Aemond's grip on her breast tightened slightly, and she felt a shiver of unease. His lips brushed against her nipple, then his teeth grazed it, sending a jolt through her body. "Because it's easier for her," he said, his voice lower, more dangerous. "Because I'm a prince, and she fears offending me."

She gasped softly at the sensation, the mix of pleasure and pain reminding her of the precarious balance between comfort and control. "But you deserve honesty, my prince," she managed to say, her voice trembling.

He bit down a little harder, enough to make her wince. "Do I?" he asked, his tone a warning. "Or do I deserve the truth, no matter how it feels?"

Her heart raced, the threat in his words unmistakable. "The truth, my prince," she whispered, trying to maintain her composure. "Always the truth."

Aemond's teeth released her nipple, his tongue soothing the sting. He looked up at her, his eye fierce and unyielding. The sapphire lodged in the other piercing and dark. 

"Good," he said, his voice a soft growl. "Because I have no patience for lies, no matter how pretty they are."

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[thinkinonsense]

ok so i had a thought😏😏 dbf!logan takes ur virginity and from then on u guys hook up whenever u get a chance (all the time). one night he gets done dicking u DOWN and u say u love him and he’s all like “we can’t do this anymore kid” very ANGSTYYY

i love you, i'm sorry- dbf!logan howlett x fem!reader

part two *mdni

"i love you, logan."

four little words that would send your world crumbling before your feet. the older man lifts himself from in between your chest, both of you panting post orgasm. nights like this had become a bad habit for the both of you.

from the moment logan first slipped off your panties in this exact spot a year ago, you had been wanting to tell him how you really felt. you wanted to tell him how you craved his touch when he wasn't around, how you adored the way he took care of you and most importantly, how this didn't feel 'casual' to you anymore.

seconds turned into minutes of silence, desperately waiting for logan to say something; anything.

"lo, are you going to say some-"

"we can't see each other anymore, kid." he says, avoiding eye contact with you as he pulls out.

"what?"

this wasn't real. that's the only sentence that your brain could form as you watch him put his boxers back on. you laid there on his bed, naked, vulnerable, with his cum dripping out of you and he can't even look you in your fucking eyes.

"ya' heard me." logan says, putting a cigar in his mouth and tossing your dress on the bed next to you.

"what happened?" your voice was trembling on the verge of rage and heartbreak.

"i told you a year ago not to bring that 'love shit' in here."

a year ago when he took your virginity. he promised to be gentle and to care for you. guess that didn't extend past sex for him.

you scoff, pulling your sundress over your head. "you didn't say that when you said you love how tight i fit around you or when you said you love how well i know you. was any of that even true?"

logan ignored you as he lit his cigar and waited for you to leave. you stand up and walk over to him, touching his chin and turning to so he's facing you.

"look me in the eyes when you kick me out of your bed." you spit angrily at the man you adored endlessly.

all logan could see was your eyes full of tears and your red puffy lips, trying to keep yourself together. deep down, he knew he deserved all the shit in the world thrown at him for him for breaking your heart. you would never understand why he had to be so cruel but his intentions were never to hurt you like this. it killed him.

"find someone your own age to love, kid." logan says, twisting the knife.

"don't call me kid, logan!" you yell at him. "i'm not a fucking child!"

"then stop acting like one!" his voice boomed back at you, spurring on more tears.

who had he turned into? you couldn't recognize the man in front of you. this wasn't your logan.

"so, you're just going to let me leave like this?" you cry, glaring at him. "give up everything we have all because you're afraid of me loving you?"

you didn't expect an answer, he already shoved your hand away from his face, no longer wanting the image of your broken heart haunting him.

logan wanted to tell you everything, explain why he can't accept your love because it will put you at a greater risks, but logically, logan knows he has to let you go.

"in ten years, when your ass is still sitting drunk on one of my fathers bar stools and he shows you photos of me and a man who can appreciate me for more than sex, a man who can admit he loves me back, you'll remember this moment because this will be the last time you ever fucking see me." you tell him rather calmly as you collect your shoes and purse.

logan watches you do as he asks and leave. if he was a better man, he would have done it differently; but then again, if he was a better man, he never would've fooled around with a twenty-something year old.

the front door slams with a broken sob escaping your lips. from the bedroom, logan could hear your car engine starting and that's when he could allow himself to grieve the life he would've had.

[6esiree]

Confessing To Them That You’re A Virgin

Imagine you confess to Alastor, Lucifer, Husk, Vox, and Adam that you’re a virgin before you have sex for the first time?

Alastor:

The sound of your sweet, innocent voice softly whimpering ‘I’m a virgin,’ against his lips consumed Alastor’s mind to the point that his hand paused its leisure trek across the lacey fabric of your underwear, eliciting a disappointed whine from you. He reluctantly parted from your shared kiss, staring down at you in an attempt to find some semblance of a lie, only to discover that you were telling the truth behind your heavy-lidded gaze. In short, your words were a welcome surprise to the man hovering above you.

“Well, isn’t that just lovely?” Alastor hummed with an unmistakable gratification in his voice. His thumb gingerly pressed against your clothed clit almost in reward, applying just enough pressure to alleviate the growing ache in your core. “In fact, that simple revelation is even lovelier than any sound you’ve made thus far, ma chérie.”

“That is…relieving,” You nervously laughed, arching your back off of the mattress and into his touch in search of some desperately-needed friction, your wetness seeping through and pleasantly staining his thumb. “Oh, that feels nice,” You said, your chest heaving in anticipation. “But I think I need more than that. Please, Al.”

Alastor chuckled, mumbling ‘Of course,’ hooking his fingers into the lacey waistband of your underwear, pulling them down and revealing your cunt—so, so ready to be spoiled by him and him only. You tried to clench your thighs together, feeling very much exposed underneath his stare, but Alastor quickly reassured you. He parted your legs, shooting you a tender smile before dipping his hand into your folds, locating your clit and massaging it to slowly ease you into the act.

“Like this?” The wet sounds that emitted from his ministrations made it so that all you could do was feverishly nod in response. Alastor’s other hand traveled up your plush thigh, making you suck in your stomach with a gasp. “Relax, ma chérie, I must prepare you. It’ll burn at first, yes, but you’ll thank me when I finally make you mine.”

Despite his eagerness to claim you as his own as he gently prodded at your entrance, Alastor focused on pleasuring you instead of the manner you greedily swallowed him. You were just so warm, wet, tight, and inexperienced, your cunt fluttering at the pad of his fingers curiously feeling around your gummy walls. What a welcoming sight you made for his straining cock, writhing and mewling while he simultaneously massaged your clit and pumped his hand into you, but Alastor withheld himself because he loved you.

Lucifer:

A shiver crawled up Lucifer’s spine at the feeling of your plush lips softly murmuring ‘I’m a virgin,’ the revelation caressing his ear in a way that shouldn’t have felt as delicious as it had. But in his passion-addled mind, the simple phrase only served to spur his efforts to make your first night together unforgettable, the once delicate grip he had on your hipbones tightening after he overcame his initial disbelief. To know that an attractive sinner like you had abstained from sex even in this damned afterlife just…astonished him.

“Oh, honey, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t honored to be your first,” Lucifer sighed into the column of your throat, pulling your half-naked bodies flush against each other. “Would you be offended if I told you that I doubted you at first?” He tentatively added, “Seriously, you’re so, so perfect I was asking myself, ‘How is that possible?’”

“Oh, shut up, Luci,” You giggled before interrupting yourself with a breathy moan, his hands traveling underneath your bralette and enveloping your breasts. But nothing could compare to the way he thumbed at your soft nipples. “You don’t really mean that. I’m just…another sinner, there’s nothing special about me.”

Lucifer pushed up the cotton barrier separating your now hardened buds from his awaiting mouth, shaking his head with a, ‘No, no, I’ll show you,’ before latching onto a breast, eliciting a pleased gasp from you. He stared up at you with raw, utter adoration as your eyes fluttered shut, clearly lost in the throes of passion. His tongue sensually swirled around your nipple, all while one hand dipped into your underwear, collecting the slick in between your folds to prepare you for the long night ahead.

“Does that feel good, honey?” Lucifer asked as he pulled back from your breast with a ‘Pop!’, the pads of his fingers effortlessly massaging your clit with the help of your wetness. “Yes,” You breathed out, and he would have responded if you hadn’t reached down and gently palmed his erection, a groan escaping his throat.

You tried to ignore the pleasure building up in your core as you shakily undid Lucifer’s pants, but unfortunately, that proved to be a difficult task for your inexperienced self. He inserted a finger into your entrance, your warm, wet, gummy walls immediately clamping around him; but as his thumb circulated your clit, you adjusted to the intrusion, allowing him to slip in another finger, and yet another. While Lucifer craved your touch, he’d rather focus on demonstrating just how much he appreciated being your first.

Husk:

How could a straightforward phrase such as ‘I’m a virgin,’ put Husk in a daze? Perhaps it was the way you had innocently uttered those three meager words against his cheek, your usually confident demeanor wavering in your state of nervousness—or perhaps it was because if your revelation held any truth at all, that meant you had chosen him out of every sinner in Hell to be your first. As you writhed on his lap, his clothed erection bumping against your slick-drenched cunt, he wondered what ultimately made him worthy.

“Christ, are ya just tryin’ to rile up this old man or…?” Husk dared to ask, his hand leisurely traveling down the delicate swell of your belly, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You quickly shook your head, slightly jutting your hips forward. “Shit, babydoll, I can’t believe ya chose me to be ya first time.”

“You know, Husk, you’re too hard on yourself,” You said, your back relaxing against his chest as he finally touched you where you needed him the most, his fingers slowly massaging your swollen clit. You craned your neck and kissed at his fuzzy jaw, eliciting a pleased groan from him. “I wouldn’t want anybody else but you to have me like this.”

Husk dipped his head and captured your lips in a languid, passion-filled kiss, trying to communicate how grateful he felt over your words through this simple act. You understood, and he knew that by the way you reciprocated the kiss with equal fervor. He rewarded you by massaging your clit a little faster, chuckling as you parted from him to let out a thankful moan, your thighs trembling. You were close already, unused to being touched by a hand that wasn’t yours, but you refused to finish so soon.

“Come on, don’t hold ya’self back,” Husk rasped against your neck, eager to prepare you for your first time with him. You had no idea how much of an adjustment his cock would be because of his form. “Ya need to finish at least two times,” He added, his sandpaper tongue darting past his lips to lap at your skin. “Got barbs there too...”

You moaned at the revelation, excited but also slightly nervous. Still, you held yourself back, the embarrassment you felt over your inexperience motivating you to hold onto whatever was keeping you from finishing right then and there. Nothing could get past the wise old bartender, however. ‘Mm, ya ain’t slick, babydoll,’ Husk chuckled, his other hand coming down to part your folds, collecting your wetness before sinking in two fingers. You bit your lip at the intrusion, stubborn, but oh did he love that about you.

Vox:

There was no way the pretty little thing straddling his hips had whispered ‘I’m a virgin,’ against the edge of his screen, almost making him short-circuit. But as Vox sunk back into his office chair, taking in the sight of your dipped head, flushed skin, and plush lips quivering in embarrassment, a gratified smile immediately spread across his screen. Despite the lingering doubt simmering in the depths of his stomach, the idea of stripping you of your innocence was just far too tempting for a somewhat old-fashioned individual like him.

“So, what about me convinced you that I was the one, sweetheart?” Vox asked, masking his excitement with nonchalance as his hands leisurely traveled up your thighs, pushing up your skirt and revealing your lacey, slick-drenched underwear. “Assuming that you’re telling the truth and not trying to appeal to the time I came from.”

“Vox, we’ve been together for half a year already,” You started, but then he proceeded to press two fingers against your cunt, teasingly massaging you through the cotton barrier. “Yeah, I’m well aware that we’re in Hell,” You shakily continued, your clit throbbing at the stimulation, “But I’m not going to sin left and right, either.”

Vox hummed—you had some good points, admittedly. Six months and the most the two of you had partaken in was passionate make out sessions in between meetings and quick, mutual handjobs until his body ultimately succumbed to the exhausting nature of his hectic work schedule…and nothing more. At that moment, the doubt in Vox’s stomach was quickly washed away by guilt, something he rarely ever felt. But the realization only inspired him to make your first time with him memorable.

“Shit, you’re right,” Vox said, the sudden apologetic tone in his voice catching you off guard. He reached out to you with his free hand, caressing your nape before pulling you in for a kiss that left your lips feeling slightly shocked. “We’re not fucking in my office—I’ll just tell Papermint to rearrange my schedule.”

Soon enough, Vox had you writhing underneath him in the comfort of your room, his fingers pumping in and out of your tight, wet, squelching cunt as his thumb massaged your clit. But nothing could compare to the way he unashamedly stroked his weeping cock in front of you, his pants hanging loose around his hips. ‘Fuck!’ You arched your back and whined, clenching around him as he curled his fingers and hit up into your walls, already teetering along the edge. Oh, was Vox ready to selfishly claim you.

Adam:

A groan seeped past Adam’s lips at your murmured admission. It was such a simple, straightforward phrase, yet the way you had sweetly uttered ‘I’m a virgin,’ against the shell of his ear filled him with an overwhelming need to plunge his cock into you and have you scream his name until your throat was spent. However, he managed to withhold himself from doing that, the logical part of his mind reminding him that you were a sinner. How could somebody damned for eternity be pure in any way whatsoever?

“Shit, as much as I want to feel honored for being the one to pop your cherry,” Adam said, his hands squeezing your breasts from underneath your bra, eliciting a moan from you as he thumbed at your soft nipples. “You can’t expect me to believe you. I mean, you’re in Hell…explain to me how a babe like you hasn’t been fucked.”

“I haven’t even been here for a year, Adam,” You said, slightly taken aback, but at least he compensated for the mild offense he caused you by pushing your bra up and latching onto a nipple, his eyes fluttering shut while his tongue circulated your hardening bud. “And I sort of, um, died before I could find the right person…”

Adam’s ego inflated at that, and while he didn’t wholeheartedly believe you, he still decided to reward you. You let out a sigh as he reached down and pulled your underwear aside, the cold air kissing your cunt and making you shiver. ‘I’ll believe it when I see it,’ he chuckled, his hand gently cupping you, one thick finger collecting the slick in between your folds before sinking into your entrance without any warning. ‘You’re terrible,’ You hissed, holding onto his shoulders, bringing your chest closer to his face.

“Me, the angel? Terrible? Sure, babe, whatever you say,” Adam said, pulling back from your breast with a wicked smile. You narrowed your eyes at him, your lower lip jutting out with a pout, but all that did was amuse him. “Come on, you can’t blame me. I mean, fuck, you’re just so gorgeous,” He sighed.

Your heart fluttered at his words…and so did your cunt, which only served to spur on Adam. He grabbed your wrist and pressed your palm against his erection, all while he inserted another finger into you, his thumb slowly circling your clit to soothe the burn of being stretched. He huffed, his throat bobbing in anticipation as you freed him from the confines of his briefs, the head of his cock lathered in his precum. ‘Can’t wait to make you mine,’ Adam eventually admitted with a whisper, lost in the way you pumped him.

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[cutielando]

Lactation kink with lando to help him sleep🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

lactation | l.n.

warnings!!: lactation kink, nipple play, titty play, sloppy handjob, grinding

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He couldn't help it.

During your pregnancy, he couldn't help the awe he felt whenever he felt your breasts in his hands, so swollen and full and ready to feed his child.

He found you insanely sexy even before pregnancy, but imagine what he felt once you were swollen with his child, your curves and beauty even more appealing to him than ever before.

He loved you, every little part of your body, but your breasts would always top the game.

You would often complain about them, saying they were always sore, heavy and swollen.

"Lan, my boobs hurt so much. Can you please help me?"

Absolute music to his ears.

Once you gave birth, the phrase gave him even more of a rush. Because of you breastfeeding your little girl, all of your shirt had wet spots where your nipples were, the excess milk always finding its way to your shirt.

Lando went feral every time he noticed.

He didn't know why he found it so hot, or why it stirred such a reaction out of him. Maybe because it reminded him time and time again that you were the mother of his child, that you gave him the best gift he could have ever received.

"You look tired" he stated one night, coming into your bedroom after he'd put the baby to sleep.

You sighed, running your hands down your face and then putting them on your breasts, who were once again swollen and full.

"I always look tired. Besides, the baby didn't eat all that much tonight so I'm swollen again" you grimaced as you pressed onto your left boob, wincing at the pinch of pain you felt.

Seeing you massaging the boobs that he had become so obsessed with got Lando going, once again. He licked his lips, his jeans gradually straining against his crotch as all the blood traveled down to his cock.

"Want me to help you out?" he asked, and you nodded without a second thought.

You didn't think much of it. In fact, you would be lying if you said the sight of Lando massaging and sucking on your boobs didn't make you wet and craving for him. Your hormones were going crazy when you were near him, whenever he would touch you where you needed him the most, but nothing made you as wet as him sucking the milk out of your boobs did.

"Lay back for me" his husky voice said, quickly working to discard every last piece of clothing from his body.

Your breathing quickened as you watched him get naked right in front of you, your hands unconsciously flying to your shirt, taking it off and throwing it somewhere on the floor next to Lando's clothes.

He slowly stalked over to you and laid down next to you on the bed, his fingertips slowly inching upwards across your body to where you needed him the most.

"So beautiful" he whispered once his hand reached the underside of your boob, leaning down and pressing a kiss to it. "And full" another kiss. "And all mine" you gasped when he wrapped his lips around your hardened nipple, his other hand gravitating towards your other boob, playing with your other nipple as he started sucking on your left one.

You gasped at the sensation of Lando stimulating your nipples, the pleasure coursing through your veins like adrenaline. Nobody had ever made you feel like Lando has, the reactions he got out of your body and the things he could make you feel sometimes made you think you were living a fairytale.

But in moments like this one, with his tongue running over your nipple and his hand twisting and pinching your other one, milk oozing out of your breasts and into his awaiting mouth, you knew you weren't dreaming or imagining anything.

"Oh God" you moaned out quietly, not wanting to risk waking the baby.

Your moans did nothing but spur Lando on, the driver more determined than ever to please you out of your mind. He sucked harder on your nipple, the milk filling his mouth and making him moan out.

He was incredibly hard in that moment, his cock poking at the side of your thigh. With your eyes still closed, you reached out with your hand and wrapped your arms around his rock hard cock, feeling every vein pulsing with need against your hand.

You slowly started pumping his length, using the oozing precum as lube to lather him up. He started sucking you with more drive while you were jerking him off with a passion.

"Please, baby" Lando whimpered out, unlatching from your left nipple for a second before diving in to your right one, his hips now grinding against your hand.

You moaned out at the intense feeling of Lando sucking on your boobs, squeezing his length while pumping it faster and faster.

"Oh God" Lando moaned out all of a sudden, his grip on your boobs tightening as his hips started grinding faster against your hand before he stilled, ropes of cum painting his stomach and your hand.

You both panted, hearts beating out of your chests. Lando slowly let go of your boobs, pressing a kiss to each of them before he fell back on the bed next to you.

"That was amazing" you breathed out, making Lando nod before getting up to go to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Once you finally caught your breath, you found your discarded shirt on the floor and put it on, getting under the covers and waiting for Lando.

A minute later, he emerged from the bathroom, turned off all the lights and got under the covers with you.

"Thank you" you whispered, cuddling up to his warm body and burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"Anything for you, mama" he pressed a kiss on the top of your head, settling in bed and closing his eyes.

You both drifted off into a deep slumber, Lando happy and content as your milk kicked in and allowed him to finally get some rest.

Who knew that was all he needed?

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