#yet another unsexy fanfic

[libidinous-weeb]

“he loves to cum inside your walls” what the fuck is he doing in my walls? the insulation in this apartment is already piss poor. if he wants to cum in my walls he better start paying the motherfuckin rent

[aidansplaguewind]

curious why you don’t like bdsm? i want to change my mind

First, this is going to be long.

That's kind of an odd question because the way you ask it is as though it's something literally everyone is into. Like saying, "I'm curious why you don't like sex."

It just doesn't do anything for me. It doesn't turn me on. It doesn't make horny. And, I try not to kink shame here so keep in mind you DID ask why I don't like it. As in ME, personally. And when someone asks, I tell the truth and the whole truth.

It's always seemed a little ridiculous and silly to me. I mean, I do like to draw out orgasms as long as possible/orgasm denial to a point, which is one particular thing that can sometimes be considered BDSM but I don't know why because to me that DOES seem like something everyone should do. The longer the delay, the more powerful it is. I don't like quick orgams. I mean, I don't DISLIKE them, they're ok, but good God are they nowhere close to what they can be if you delay them. I don't know why anyone would wanna settle for that when they could have so much MORE! It's one of the reasons I prefer my own fingers or non vibrating toys to vibrating toys. Because they make you cum too fast and it's not as strong.

I don't get why people DO like BDSM. For one, I have a big issue with being tied up and shit. I was abused as a kid and I've yet to meet anyone I trust enough to let them have that control over me. Cuz who knows what they'd do, right? And I wouldn't be able to stop them. And if you reverse it to where I was in charge....nah. I'm cool with my guy being on the bottom and letting me lead in that sense of submissiveness but I'm just not terribly turned on by completely dominating a man. It's just not my thing.

And just the terminology, Dom and sub...just no. I know cringe is a fading word now but that shit legitimately makes me cringe. It sounds so fucking corny.

I have no desire to engage in a kind of sex where a possible handbook or contract may be needed. Where guidelines have to be set, where there is a list of rules. It feels so unsexy, unromantic and unreal. Not spontaneous at all.

I'm sure you've figured out by now that I am NOT a fan of Fifty Shades of Grey. And, while I'm sure not everyone who engages in BDSM signs a contract, if you're doing it safely to protect both parties then there are usually always rules. Because people can actually get hurt engaging in bdsm.

And that's another thing, I don’t get any satisfaction out of causing people pain. Nor do I get any from pain. My life has been painful enough on its own. I want my sex to be fucking pure pleasure. Mind blowing pleasure.

And to be honest with you, there is nothing you or anyone can say to convince me that a Dom male can be trusted and is someone who doesn't enjoy harming others. NOTHING you can say. Met too many men in my life. I don’t want a man like that. Men that like having that much control are gross. Period. They can't be trusted. Controlling men are a huge turn off for me. Fucking HUGE turn off.

Personally, I feel like anyone who NEEDS that much control, male or female, has some much deeper issues at play.

For people out there that think sex is always boring without BDSM, then you haven’t had good sex yet my friend. Sex can still be plenty kinky, nasty, and all that without bdsm.

But the simplest answer to your question is that nothing about BDSM makes me wet, so why WOULD I like it?

What I'd like to know, is out of all the people on Tumblr who say they're into it, how many have actually participated in it outside of reading fanfic about it? And the reason I ask this is that, something in fan fic might get you hot but the reality can be SO much different.

There are things I've read about Petyr doing in fanfic that have turned me on but if he tried doing that shit to me in reality it would scare the shit out of me. One thing in particular that I know many women get hot for but I won't say the word on here because I didn’t put a trigger warning.

So, if you haven’t ever actually done it, think about what I just said.

[lovestuckyhatemarvel]

Let's Talk About Inflation (the unsexy kind)

Okay so, before I go into this, I wanna first preface this by saying that no one is under any obligation to listen to me or implement a single goddamn thing I say here. If you don't like what I'm saying, you're not required to do any of this. I'm not your editor. I'm just some weirdo on tumblr who thinks too hard about a show that is arguably super badly written and pays no mind to any sort of logic. It barely keeps a coherent timeline. This is just one of my pet peeves.

And that pet peeve is I think people should stop putting actual dollar amounts in their Stranger Things fanfiction because so many people just put wildly high numbers for things and it just immediately is jarring to me. And below the read more, I'll explain why in way too many words and way too much detail.

So the bulk of the canon of Stranger Things takes place between 1983-1986 currently. There are earlier dates in books and plays, and there are also flashbacks in the show, but the bulk takes place in the 1980s because the Duffer brothers can't jerk off to completion unless they're thinking about the 80s and explosions.

And of course because the show is so badly written that you can drive a tank through the plot holes, it attracted fanfic writers. Including me. And so you get people writing about these characters going about their lives, except then they say shit like a character spends 50 dollars at a convenience store, and I'm left going, "No, he fucking didn't."

Because the thing is that economics are extremely complicated and there is a difference between inflation and relative buying power. So you can't actually take the price of a thing today and then plug it into an inflation calculator and then go 'tada, here's the price for 1986'. There are items that have, in fact, in terms of pricing, progressed below the inflation rate, and then others that went way way way above the inflation rate.

And that's also not taking into account the ever shifting prices of things depending on time you're buying it and also location you're buying it. Also the store matters. For example, a gallon of milk from walmart is more expensive than getting a gallon of milk from my local chain. Shockingly, buying from Aldi in my area is the most expensive for buying a gallon of milk. But also walmart in a completely different state has milk for cheaper than the walmart in my area.

So already for the same item on the same date in 4 different stores, I've got 4 different prices. And the price would still be different if I compared it to how it was 6 months ago. And go back further and that's even more true. Especially with Aldi since Aldi used to be the affordable store to go to. And now it's absolutely not. So you can see how trying to figure out the relative buying power of a small fictional town in Indiana in 1986 could be extremely complicated.

One of the reasons beyond just relative buying power being complicated is that Ronald Reagan fucked the economy so hard it literally never recovered. And during Stranger Things, they aren't yet feeling that. The economy actually won't fully show signs of this kind of fuckery for another decade. And then 9/11 made things even worse. That's not to say that no one writing fanfiction of Stranger Things was alive pre-9/11, but most of us weren't keeping track of prices of things outside of like, gum and candy. Or at least I wasn't. RIP to cheap Baby Bottle Pops. You are missed.

But that's just words and opinion, right? So where's my fucking proof?

What up, it's moneynotmoney.com and specifically their extremely detailed analysis on how the price of coca-cola has evolved over the years. And I'm really excited that it's coca-cola because the show loves to jerk that beverage off.

Here's their graph for the absolute price of coca-cola per year going from 1970 to 2022.

And here's their graph for the prices of coca-cola for those same years adjusted for inflation.

So can you accurately put a dollar amount on things for a fic set in the 80s? Sure. Is it easy? Absolutely not. Do I recommend it? No. And I'm gonna be real with y'all, this isn't to call out any individual person, and I'm not blaming anyone for doing this, but literally every single time I've seen someone list a dollar amount for something in your steddie fic, y'all do come across as:

Like even the show avoided putting actual prices on things for most of their run. The only times I remember actual prices being listed being in season 1 when Joyce is buying all the string lights in town multiple times. And a new phone. Like this is a thing I've put way too much thought and research into and I just straight up do not put prices in my story because it's not necessary and also it's way too complicated for my taste. No one's ever asked me to put a number on what 'barely scraping by' means, nor have they asked what having 'enough money to comfortably live the rest of his life without working' means. Even though those are two things that are never stagnant. That's not to say you have to go my route. Once again, I'm not your teacher and I'm not your editor. I'm not your fucking keeper. Do what you want.

[findhannibalfics]

hi!!!! which fanfic do you know to be the most erotic yet true to the canon characters (focusing on will/hanni ofc)???? I'm new to fanfics and I have read some that have been really good on plot and dialogue but terrible in eroticism and lmao im so embarrased but yeah that's the question thank you for existing ily

Hi!!

I honestly don’t know if I can help you out here because these things are SO subjective. Some authors put things in sex scenes that are really unsexy to me but seem to work for LOTS of other people, and I’m sure not everyone who reads the smut I write finds it appealing. And to have the characters “true to canon” varies even more from person to person - my interpretation of a character is not the same as everyone else’s, so I don’t really know if the characterisation I enjoy would be true to your own ideas about them.

In this post I linked another new person to fandom a few fics in which I’ve enjoyed both the characterization and the smut.

Here are some more:

Scars by ametis: Will has a secret: the scar on his stomach arouses him. Hannibal finds out.

Mischief Nights: A Romantic Comedy for Serial Killers by shotgunsinlace: He’s supposed to be the lure, but somewhere down the line he lost complete control of the situation. It starts with a social worker inside a horse, followed by his psychiatrist driving an hour to the middle of nowhere to bring him homemade pumpkin spice coffee, and ends with an invitation to a dinner party on Halloween. The week can only get so much weirder.

Leave Your Message after the Tone by OneWhoSitsWithTurtles: Imagine Will calling Hannibal’s cell phone after he’s incarcerated just to hear Hannibal’s voice on his voicemail.Imagine Will leaving Hannibal voicemails about how he wishes things had turned out differently. Imagine Will spilling his heart out to Hannibal’s voicemail, assuming that the man himself will never hear them.Imagine Hannibal listening to these messages.

Your Obedient Servant by KareliaSweet: Will receives a rather graphic letter from an incarcerated Hannibal and confronts him about it. Things unravel from there. Trust Hannibal Lecter to turn dickpics into an artform.

i know it’s not for everyone but if you happen to enjoy daddy kink - Home and Dry by mokuyoubi: Will's stuck in a car with Jack and Alana, and Hannibal starts sending him massively inappropriate texts.

I think these are all pretty popular, so I’m sorry if you’ve already read them. Again, I really have no way of knowing what you’ll actually like, so I’m not sure these will even work for you - it’s much easier to rec for particular kinks & tropes than for general smut :’D

I think your best bet is to find particular authors you enjoy and just follow their work, and let them know that you like their particular style/characterization/etc so that they’re encouraged to write more. Maybe ask them who their favourite authors and fics are - most people write what they like reading, so their faves might become yours.

I hope this was helpful, or that people in the notes are able to help out with more recs ♥

[rawiswhore]

Jean Paul Levesque x Fem Reader- “Rainbow Party” Part 1

Would these up and coming “Rainbow Party” fanfics be good for a "Harlots" episode?

I know this fanfic is somewhat historically inaccurate and features something teenagers supposedly did in the 2000's, but oh well.

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It's late 1800's England.

Slavery has been abolished in America.

Women still don't have the right to vote yet.

And this was going to be a very fun day.

Recently, a new invention was invented.

What was that invention?

Lipstick.

Something women were to wear on their lips.

Came in many different colors.

You had an idea.

You invited these men you have previously pleasured and made love with as well as invited some friends and various other women to pleasure these men you made love with, though you wonder if they've ever made love with these men as well.

It was a special little party where women all wear a different shade of lipstick, and you leave a mark with anything you kiss, but especially, you leave a ring of colors on a man's penis.

The men were sitting in a room on chairs with red velvet cushions, some lying and sitting on red velvet couches, waiting to be pleasured.

This is what some of the women looked like:

  There were other women with you too.

One was a woman who looked Italian or Spanish; who had long dark hair, olive colored skin and huge breasts.

There was a rather think woman with pale, milky white skin and red hair, she must be Irish (I'm sorry if I sound like I'm stereotyping, I'm not, it's not like she's an Irish riverdancer).

Another was a thin woman with milky white skin, sandy blond hair and blue eyes.

Women with many different hair colors: brown, blond, sometimes even dark, and women from many various parts of Europe.

There were 6 men with you.

5 of them were British, one was French.

One was a British man with curly blond hair and an infectious, friendly, ear to ear smile that warmed his face.

He looked like this:

Another was one with dirty blond hair with a little braid in it. He looked like he could be the curly haired one's brother.

He looked like this:

Another was a thin man with long, straight, dirty blond hair that reached about his chin, he also had a slight widow's peak.

He looked like this:

The 4th man was a man with dark brown hair and slightly bushy sideburns, he looked like a sexy Abraham Lincoln almost.

He looked like this:

If you don't like that Michael Fassbender, then he looks like this:

 The 5th man had short, dark hair and brown eyes.

He looked like this:

The last man was a Frenchman with long, dirty blond hair tied in a ponytail, he was actually a bit muscular and had a pretty large nose.

His name was Jean Paul Levesque.

He looked like this:

 And these men were all dressed like they were in the gifs I posted.

You and your friends were all standing in front of a mirror, all of you putting on a different shade of lipstick.

This scenario looked like this scene slightly:

"Have you ever slept with or made love with any of the men we're about to ravish in?" you asked, raising your voice so all the women to hear you.

Some of them did know about the men you made love with, others didn't.

Many women brought purses with them, some even were already wearing lipstick.

Many of their lipsticks matched the colors of their skin.

Once all of you women were finished putting on lipstick, in front of that mirror was a white door with a gold doorknob.

You put your hand on the knob, turning it and the door clicked open.

When you pulled the door more open, the aforementioned 6 men I listed were sitting in the room, waiting there, quietly sitting and waiting there patiently, waiting to have some fun.

You and a train of women followed after you while you all entered in the room, soon the whole room was filled with various amounts of women in the middle of the room.

"Good evening" you said, closing and shutting the door behind you. "Now, ladies, before we ravish and indulge ourselves in these men, remember what we're here for. We're here to pleasure these men. All of us get a turn to pleasure each and every one of these men. However, there are some rules. For one, it's okay if you want to do whatever you want with these men, however, don't do anything truly disgusting. Nothing involving urine, feces and/or vomit".

All of the women smiled at this, so did the men.

They all agreed with this.

“Any questions?” you proclaimed, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“What happens once we’re finished fellating these men?” asked one woman. “His penis is covered in lipstick rings?”.

“You can go home” you replied.

“Is it okay if these men also pleasure us?” another woman asked. “As in, suck our breasts?”.

“Yes” you replied. "Do all of you women want these men? To pleasure them?" 

"Yes" they all said, one after another, some of them nodding their heads.

"Do you men all want these women to pleasure you?" you asked the men.

"Yes" they said, one after another, some of them nodding their heads.

You wanted to kiss someone who was sexy first, but not your favorite, because you wanted to save the best for last.

However, there are some bad things about this.

Besides STD's and mononucleosis, some of the women might argue over whether to kiss the man first, to suck his cock first, and what have you.  

And these men will probably be wanting this certain woman to suck his cock or

But don't worry, they will all get their turns.

"Wait" you interrupted, trying to sound as loud as you could so everyone could hear you. "Do you men want to pick certain women to pleasure you?"

Oh God, this was so difficult, all of these women were beautiful.

These men really will argue, but you don't want them to.

"No arguing, please" you plead. "No fighting. Remember, you all get a turn".

"I want the one with brown hair and pink lipstick to pleasure me" said the one with the widow's peak, pointing to the Emilia Clarke lookalike. "And the blond with blue eyes", his finger pointing to the Wendy James lookalike (Wendy James is the lead singer for Transvision Vamp, a British new wave band in the late 80's and early 90's. Wendy is also the blond woman in the 1st gif I posted in this fic).

"We are your thoughts on them?" you asked the Emilia Clarke and Wendy James lookalikes.

"Oh, he's so handsome!" exclaimed the Wendy James lookalike, a wide smile spread across her face.

"I agree" the Emilia Clarke lookalike added, smiling as well.

She had such a beautiful, infectious smile, and she was so beautiful as well.

"I want the Spaniard looking woman with dark hair, that one" said Jean Paul Levesque, pointing to a Spanish looking woman with red lipstick "And the pale skinned one with red hair, is she Irish?".

"Which Irish redhead?" you asked.

"That one" he replied, pointing at a thin, Irish redhead, who looked like Lily Cole (Lily Cole was a redhead model in the 2000's).

"Me?" the Lily Collins lookalike asked, pointing to herself.

"Yes, you" he said.

"Do you find him handsome?" you asked the Lily Cole lookalike.

"I do, yes" she replied. "And yes, I'm Irish"

"What about you?" asking the Spanish woman, or a woman who you thought might be Spanish.

"He is quite handsome" she responded. "Very handsome".

She is a Spanish woman; you can tell by her hair color, accent and skin color.

"I like him too!" a blond woman with blue eyes called out.

"What are your thoughts on her?" you asked Jean Paul Levesque, pointing to the blond with blue eyes.

"She is very beautiful" he replied.  

You just hope the women don't start fighting over who gets to kiss who first.

"Enough about this" you said. "Let's just get this party started!"

You walked up to Jean Paul Levesque. While he wasn't your personal favorite, he was very sexy.

You wanted to get the chance to do certain things to him before everyone else did, though that wouldn't really be fair for the other women, but they'll probably get to do it too, maybe even be inspired by what you do.

Meanwhile, the other women in the room walked to the men they lusted after the most.

The Lily Collins, Spanish woman and blond woman with blue eyes followed you behind, but let's just hope they don't start a fight with you once you do certain things to Jean Paul.

Once you were right in front of Jean Paul, you then stretched your legs across his thighs, straddling and sitting on his lap like this:

 Although, before you do what you want to do with him...

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" you asked him.

"Absolutely" he replied.

"Do you want me to sit on your lap?" you asked him.

"I do, yes" he replied. "Do whatever you want with me".

He very much enjoyed you sitting on his lap, he thought you were absolutely beautiful and couldn't wait to see what was going to happen to him next.

One of his most noticeable features was his nose.

Such a long, broad, even kissable extension of his face.

You then pulled your face into his face, where your mouth wrapped around his big nose.

He was NOT expecting this at all.

He was expecting you to kiss his lips or any part of his body, but not his nose.

His eyes widened in surprise at your mouth wrapped around his nose.

Once your mouth was around his nose, you began sucking his nose.

Your mouth was wrapped slightly tightly around his nose, sucking, kissing and making out with his nose.

A huge, unsexy red ring of lipstick was around his nose thanks to you.

His eyelids had shut over you kissing his nose, his head was reclining and resting on the top of the chair he was sitting in.

Meanwhile, while kissing his nose, your hands worked your way towards that white collar around his neck, where you undid that itchy looking collar, letting his neck free and naked, and tossed that collar to the floor.

His skin is probably breathing a sigh of relief from wearing that comfortable thing.

Blood was rushing towards his penis, filling his penis up and making it stand still, where his cock protruded through his tights.

You could even feel his cock poke through his tights, although it wasn't like that iconic scene from "Alien" involving that alien bursting through the chest.

Meanwhile, the Spanish woman and Lily Cole lookalike next to him slid the robe he was wearing off of his shoulders, revealing his bare, slightly muscular arms.

This was a sigh of relief for him, since he's probably getting so hot underneath his clothes.

Since he's French and you're kissing him, maybe now is the time to...French kiss him.

Did French kissing even exist back then?

You brushed your lips down to his own lips, where now your lips were on his.

Once your lips were locked on his, you snuck your tongue into his mouth, where your tongue challenged his tongue to fight.

He felt your tongue teasing his tongue in his mouth, and since your tongue was seducing his tongue, his tongue decided to join in.

The two of yours tongues began touching each other, on top and under one another, and dare I say it...wrestling. (ba-dum-tssssh!).

Not to mention, while you were making out with him, when your lips detached, a lip smacking noise was made, only for your lips to join again, then part, then join again.

And while you were French kissing him, you put one of your hands behind his head, where you laced your fingers through his honey blond hair.

His tight ponytail was loosening up a bit, which was wonderful.

You've seen the way he looks with a messy ponytail, and he looks even hotter and sexier with it.

Your fingers ran, fumbled and combed his blond locks, all while you were still French kissing him.

Wonder if your fingers combing through his blond hair will completely undo his ponytail and let his hair loose?

Meanwhile, the Lily Cole and Spanish woman were by his sides, giving him kisses on the side of his neck and down his arms.

The blond woman with blue eyes tried kissing his shoulders, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

They'll all get their turns too, don't worry.

The Lily Cole lookalike pulled herself away from Jean Paul Levesque, noticing his hair in a slightly messy ponytail.

Her mouth could nearly salivate looking at him like that, he looks even sexier like this.

However, she had to interrupt you.

She tapped you on the shoulder a few times.

You broke the kiss with him, your face turning to this Lily lookalike.

"I saw your hand through his hair" she said. "Do you want me to undo the ribbon in his hair, let his hair loose?"

"How do you feel about that?" you asked to Jean Paul Levesque, looking at him.

"I don't mind it at all" he responded. "It feels wonderful, even".

The Lily lookalike heard this, and she put her hands on the ribbon behind his head, where she pulled the ribbon and let his blond locks down and loose.

He shook his head a bit, letting his blond hair down.

Plenty of hair for you and all the other women to run their fingers through.

One hand was behind his head, running and combing his blond locks, while your lips were back on his mouth, your tongue wrestling with his tongue.

Your other hand was on his bare chest, caressing up, down and around his bare chest.

Tingles were traveling all through his body while you caressed his bare, slightly muscular chest.

Your hand tried to not smear the lipstick prints that were on his shoulders.

Speaking of lipstick, you may as well kiss other areas you want to kiss him to.

You then broke the kiss, and there wasn't really a lot of lipstick on his lips, or perhaps, maybe even on your lips.

You then popped open your purse and looked down in your purse, digging inside for your lipstick.

You found your lipstick and pulled it out, uncapping the lipstick.

Your thumb and index finger twisted the tube, where red lipstick rose from the little gold tube of lipstick.

You put the lipstick on your lips and colored your lips in again, making your lips red.

You dragged your lipstick across your upper and bottom lips, filling your nude, smeared lips with color.

Even though the lipstick might be crooked and not on your lips, whatever.

You've got skin to kiss.

"Excuse me" you said, tapping the Spanish woman next to you.

She raised her head from kissing Jean Paul and looked at you with her big, dark eyes.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Do I have lipstick all over my lips?" you asked her, your hand motioning in a circle over your lips.

"Yes" she replied.

"Do I have any lipstick on my skin?" you asked her.

"No" she replied. "You look fine".

You nodded your head at her.

Thank God you have lipstick on your lips.

You then twisted the red lipstick down in its little tube until it crawled back in the tube like a turtle crawling his head back in his shell, putting the cap on the lipstick and stuffing the lipstick back in your purse.

You locked your purse and went back to business.

You then crouched your head down to Jean Paul's neck, where, pulling your face into his Adam's apple, planted a kiss mark on the middle of his Adam's apple.

It's like a string was connected from his neck to his genitals, the hair on his arms raised and his cock tingled, this felt so good and was very arousing for him.

That ain't the only thing that will be arousing for him.

You lowered yourself down his body, where you planted a trail of kiss marks down his bare torso.

The lipstick kisses were disappearing more and more once you planted kisses down his torso, down to his navel.

Which is both a good thing and a bad thing.

The bad is that more lipstick on your lips is disappearing, which means you won't put any lipstick on his body.

The good is that way, you won't leave a ring around his penis yet, or get any lipstick on his penis yet.

Maybe another woman can plant a row of kisses down his torso with her lipstick.

You were now squatting on the ground in between his knees, looking like you're about to blow him.

You put your hands on opposite sides of his tights, the sides of his tights that hugged his hips, and pulled them all the way down to his ankles.

More and more of his bare flesh was being exposed, and his penis, after being oppressed, was finally being released.

His penis stood up from his balls, standing there fully erect and waiting to be savored.

The Lily Cole lookalike's eyes grew wild when she saw his dick being exposed.

She can't wait to suck that dick, and I bet Jean Paul can't wait until he gets a blowjob from her.

Before you could do anything with his dick, you had an idea.

The Spanish woman was kissing all over his torso, putting lipstick on her lips again and again when the lipstick prints disappeared more and more.

You then rose up from crouching on the ground, standing straight on your knees, and tapped her on the shoulder.

She looked up at you with her big, dark eyes.

"Could you help me untie my corset?" you asked her, turning yourself around to show her your back, and pointing to your corset.

Jean Paul's eyes immediately opened when he heard you request to untie your corset.

"Why?" she asked.

"I have an idea" you replied. "And I'll tell you it later".

She shrugged her shoulders and stopped what she was doing.

She walked in front of Jean Paul's knees, where she stood behind your back.

Her hands began unlacing your corset more and more, untying the strings.

Your torso was no longer was being squeezed tightly, which made you and your body breathe a sigh of relief.

You then reached your hands down the top of your corset and pulled your breasts until, until your whole entire breasts, complete with seeing your nipples and areolas, lopped over your corset.

Jean Paul's eyes were wide open looking at your breasts.

His eyes will probably be even more open soon.

"Can I untie your corset?" you asked the Spanish woman.

"Why?" she asked.

"I have this idea" you said to her.

Your head got close to her ear.

"My idea is you and I can move our breasts up and down his penis" you whispered in her ear.

Which is really strange, at least for that time period, but maybe that will sexually arouse him even more and make him cum.

The Spanish woman thought that as well, not to mention, she has huge breasts, which probably would sexually arouse and entice him even more.

Jean Paul also really wanted this Spanish woman, so that would be even more of a treat if she did this to him.

Meanwhile, 3 other women walked up to Jean Paul, where two of them began kissing his neck and leaving lipstick prints on his neck, another was licking and kissing his nipples.

He noticed these 3 other women on him, looking at them, only for his eyes to be closed because this all felt so good to him.

"Also, I forgot to mention" you added, still whispering in her ear. "While our breasts move up and down his shaft, we could also try to lick and suck his penis, fellate his penis too, although I want to be the first to put a ring around his penis".

Can Jean Paul even hear what's going on?

You want this to be a surprise for him.

The Spanish woman agreed to do this.

Not to mention, she also wants to do quite a bit of odd things to these men.

She then turned around, where she showed you her back, showing her corset.

Your hands undid her corset, untying the strings.

Her torso was no longer squeezed tightly by that uncomfortable corset, where she can now breathe a sigh of relief.

Once you untied her corset completely, much like you did, she reached down her dress and pulled out her huge breasts.

Her breasts were olive colored and she had big, dark brown areolas.

Not to mention, an idea popped into your head.

Maybe one of the two women, like the Lily Cole lookalike or the blond woman, can join you two while you titty fuck him.

Meanwhile, while you were doing all of this to Jean Paul, the sounds of orgasmic moaning from men was filling the room up, sometimes even orgasmic moaning from women.

Your head turned to look around at the men.

Many of the men's shirts were unbuttoned, women were hovering over these men, kissing them, fellating them.

But enough about that.

You then crouched down on the floor, and the Spanish woman crouched on the floor with you, although she was sitting across from you.

Since her breasts were bigger, she held her breasts and put them at the bottom of his shaft, his dick in between her huge tits.

You held your breasts in both hands, where Jean Paul's cock was now in between your tits and above the Spaniard woman's tits, sandwiching his cock.

He felt your breasts and her tits going up his cock.

"Ready?" you asked the Spanish woman, a smile on your face.

"Ready" she replied.

Still holding your breasts, you elevated your breasts up his shaft, causing friction in his penis.

The Spaniard woman followed you, where she lifted her breasts up still holding them in her hands, up to the top of his penis.

He felt something on his penis and it felt so good, but it certainly wasn't their mouths or their tongues.

The palms of his hands gripped on the arms of the chair he was sitting in, this felt so good.

One of those hands swatted the Lily Cole lookalike next to him on her arm, just so he could see what was going on down there.

He shoved her out of his way, only to see right below him were two women sitting by his knees, their breasts sandwiching his cock, moving their breasts up and down his shaft.

His eyes grew wide.

So that's why they let their breasts out.

He especially noticed the Spanish woman's huge breasts, but it's too bad that they're below your tits, he'd love to see them completely.

"Terribly sorry" he said to the Lily Cole lookalike "I wanted to see what was going on down there. Let's get back to kissing".

He rested his head on the top of the chair and his eyes rolled in the back of his head, where the Lily Cole lookalike pulled her face into his face and landed her lips on his lips, going back to kissing him.

The blond woman with blue eyes had knelt on one bended knee, sucking on his fingers, leaving red rings of lipstick on the bottom of his fingers.

Once your breasts and the Spanish woman's tits were on top of his shaft, you and the Spanish woman's lifted your breasts down his shaft with your hands, all the way to the bottom of penis.

Then, you lifted your breasts up his cock again, the Spanish woman following what you did, lifting her breasts up his shaft until they reached the top of his dick.

Your breasts and her breasts brushed up his penis, then down his cock.

You and this Spanish woman did this process over and over again, lifting your breasts up his dick, then dropping them down, only to lift them up again, all while his dick was sandwiched in between your tits and her tits.

The two of you also did this quite fast and rhythmically, and he moaned in the Lily Cole lookalike's mouth while he was still kissing and making out with her.

His skin began feeling hotter and hotter, and thank God he was basically naked so he wouldn't have so much heat underneath his clothes.

His heart was beating pretty fast from his chest, and precum began to spill from the slit of his penis.

His precum began dripping not just down his shaft, but also on your breasts.

Your breasts were like an umbrella protecting and shielding rain on the Spanish woman's breasts below you.

While you and the Spanish woman were brushing your breasts  and her breasts up and down his shaft up and down for a while, you decided to stop doing it, swatting the Spanish woman's hand to inform her to stop, interrupting her process.

Your hands directed your breasts off of his cock, your tits lopping over your corset.

"I want you and I to lick his penis, not wrap our mouths around his penis, but lick his penis" you said to the Spanish woman. "And I want her to join us".

You pointed to the blond woman who was sucking his fingers.

"However, don't put on any lipstick" you told the Spanish woman.

You then got up and walked to where the blond woman sucking his fingers were and tapped her on his shoulder.

She turned her head towards you.

"I want you to join us" you said, pointing to the Spanish woman sitting on the ground. "I want you, I and her to lick his penis, not suck, but lick, we lick on the side and you lick his penis in the middle, however, DON'T put on lipstick".

A smile spread across her face.

She definitely wanted to do this.

Meanwhile, the Spanish woman moved her breasts off of his dick.

Let's just hope she isn't the first woman who wants to give him a blowjob.

She then walked with you towards his knees, where she sat in between his knees, you sitting on the left side of his knees.

You then knelt close to his penis, where you stuck your tongue out and put it on his shaft.

Your lips didn't have any lipstick on them, the Spanish woman also didn't have any lipstick on her lips.

And the blond haired, blue eyed woman seemingly didn't have any lipstick on her lips.

Once your tongue was on his shaft, your tongue ran and dragged around his cock, tasting the precum on his dick.

The Spanish woman followed you, where her face was close to his face, her tongue out of her mouth and on his cock.

Her tongue was right below your tongue, where, like yours, her tongue was dragging all around his dick, licking up the precum dripping down his shaft.

Meanwhile, the blond haired, blue eyed woman sitting in between his knees stuck her tongue out and placed it on his cock, where she began licking up and down his shaft like a painter painting a picket fence.

Jean Paul's hands gripped onto the chair's arms, especially the bottom of the chair's arms, and more precum began to burst from his penis slit.

He released these moans from his mouth, where the Lily Cole lookalike was no longer kissing his lips but instead sucking on his nose.

He felt these 3 things on his cock, but what are they? Tongues?

He shooed the Lily Cole lookalike and looked down at what was below him.

3 women sitting on the ground, licking his penis.

The 3 of you all did this for a while, licking up the precum and even licking his penis on the areas where there wasn't any precum on it.

When your tongue tasted that salty precum, your tongue collected it and put it in your mouth, where you gulped it down.

Wonder if the Spanish and blond woman are trying to do the same thing?

Anyway, you wanted to be the first woman to suck Jean Paul's cock; the first one to put a lipstick ring around his penis

Your hand swatted on the blond woman's shoulder, where she stopped what she was doing and looked at you.

"I want to be the first one to fellate him" you said, pointing to Jean Paul. "I want to be the first one to put a ring of lipstick around his penis. You can wait your turn".

That's what ladies do, especially 19th century ladies.

You then reached over to the Spanish woman sitting across from you, where you pat her on her chest to get her attention.

She then looked at you with her huge brown eyes again, stopping what she was busy doing.

"Did you hear what I said?" you asked her.

"About fellating him?" she asked, pointing to Jean Paul. "You wanting to be the first to fellate him?"

"Yes" you nodded. "And the first woman to put a ring of lipstick around his penis. Are you alright with that? You can do it next, or the blond woman sitting next to me. Wait your turn".

"I'm fine with it" she replied. "It's the polite thing to do".

"You two go do something else to him" you informed the two ladies sitting next to you on the ground, pointing to Jean Paul again.

The Spanish and blond woman stood up from the ground, their legs standing completely straight, where the blond woman walked to the side of Jean Paul's chest, where she began kissing and licking his nipples.

Meanwhile, the Spanish woman walked towards the opposite side of where the blond woman was standing, where she coaxed Jean Paul into sucking her breasts, which he happily obliged to, one of her big nipples was now being sucked in his mouth.

Anyway...

You remembered how there was no lipstick on your lips, so you popped your purse open and looked inside your purse again for your lipstick.

You pulled that same lipstick you used before out of your purse, popping the lipstick's cap open.

You twisted the tube of lipstick over and over again until that red lipstick arrived out of that tube.

You then put the lipstick on your lips, where you dragged the lipstick across your top and bottom lips, the red lipstick coloring your lips in.

Your top lip pressed your bottom lip down, trying to get your lips completely colored.

Your lips then sat normally, not holding each other down, where you next hovered your head over his erect, salty penis.

Opening your mouth, you dove into his cock, your head going all the way down to the very bottom of his penis, his cock entering and filling your mouth like a train in a tunnel.

He felt your mouth wrapping around his shaft, and he'll feel it even more.

Once you were at the bottom of his penis, your mouth enclosed his penis, the walls of your mouth touching the sides of his shaft.

His cock could nearly choke you.

While you were at the bottom of his dick, you then began sucking his cock, albeit, remaining at the bottom of his cock, not bobbing your head up and down his shaft.

Why?

So you won't smear lipstick up and down his shaft.

Your mouth sucked and tried inhaling the precum off of his cock, sucking it in your mouth like a vacuum cleaner sucking up dirt.

His hands gripped onto the rests of the chair, specifically the bottom part, where he moaned on that same Spanish woman's nipple, his breath heating on that Spaniard woman's areola, making her pussy tremble.

His precum was traveling down your throat, salty but still tasted good.

This was the kind of thing he could only have in wet dreams: so many beautiful women surrounding him, one being a woman with big breasts and he's sucking one of them, another woman sucking his nose, while one woman sucks his nipple, 2 women are kissing his neck and another woman fellates him.

And much like a wet dream, all this pressure and sexual arousal happening to him was enough for him to climax.

The slit of his penis head burst a new batch of cum out of his dick like a cannonball out of a cannon.

His hands and fingers gripped and digged into the arm chair's rests once he ejaculated, his cum filled your whole mouth up.

Using your throat, you gulped all his cum down, or at least almost all of his cum down,  even while his cock still in your mouth.

Your head elevated up his shaft, your mouth loosening itself around his shaft, until your lips were no longer wrapped around his penis or even touching his penis.

A red ring of lipstick was smeared at the bottom of his cock, and not just that, there was even some lipstick smeared on his cock.

Oy.

Now that that was all over with, onto the next man.

The other women sitting by Jean Paul can now go down on him, amongst other things!

[nyangibun]

Do we have any idea of when Jon will be leaving to go south? I'm dreading it and wanna know how many episodes he'll have with bitchface. I don't get why he's comfortable leaving Sansa with Littlefinger.

From what we’ve heard, he’s leaving by the end of Episode 2, which I think has been confirmed by the promo stills for the episode. 

Tbh, I don’t think he is. He’ll be really uncomfortable doing it and all angsty and broody about it, but Sansa will tell him that she can handle Petyr and to stop trying to protect her. And considering how single-minded Jon is as well about the war beyond the Wall, he’ll be compelled by duty and honour to go to Dragonstone to get the dragonglass. 

I do believe though that the distance will be good for them. In my opinion, they’re both currently dealing with a lot of confusing, conflicted and unresolved feelings, which Jon at least is trying his damndest to repress and Sansa is yet to fully realise. Being apart might help them come to terms with it. Jon being faced with death might see how none of it matters and that he is truly in love with her, and Sansa being faced with a life without Jon might realise how much she needs and loves him in her life. 

HONESTLY, THIS IS ANGST, FRIENDS. WE ALL LOVE IT IN OUR FANFICS AND HERE WE ARE. YES, SOME UNSEXY TIMES MIGHT BE IN THE FORECAST FOR JON, BUT I REALLY DOUBT IT WILL GO BEYOND THAT. 

And how many of us have read fanfics where your otp are both mutually pining for each other but don’t think there’s even a realistic chance so one of them starts dating another person and there’s just so much angst and pain until they finally get their heads out of their own arses and confess by the end???

Think of it like that and you’ll be okay ^_^