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mommyghostface28 · 3 months

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It absolutely made my day knowing that my ask made you blush! I bet you looked so fetching, flushed a beautiful shade of pink. I have no doubt it would make me want to worship you that much more. How I would have loved to trace the color, brushing my thumb over your cheekbones, my other hand resting against your throat as I leaned in to give you a slow kiss. But alas I shall resort to sharing another daydream I had yesterday.

I've been in a softer mood of late. I blame the cold weather for that since it makes me want to cuddle up in warm blankets. I was curled up in my chair and reading yesterday afternoon, but my mind kept drifting away, imagining that I was instead sitting in your lap, in nothing but my panties and one of your oversized shirts, reading my book to you. Your strong arms wrapped around me, warmer than any of my blankets, as your hands softly glided over my hips and thighs. The teasing touch would every so often make me stumble over my words, as I tried to maintain composure.

The feel of your lips, gliding over my neck, would draw a gasp from my own, my hands gripping the book tighter, eyes fluttering shut. Subconsciously my ass pushes down against your front, back gently arching when your teeth bite down on my neck, your tongue soon after soothing away the sting. You continue along my neck, leaving marks to claim me as yours, little reminders of this moment for days to come.

One of your hands trails under the hem of the shirt, along my hip, over my stomach and down between my legs, resting over my panties. The warmth and pressure of it draws a needy moan from my lips as I arch into the touch, once again grinding down on your bulge beneath me. My mind is so reduced to mush that I don't comprehend you taking the book away. I'm too lost in the feel of your hand, your lips, and the now apparent hardness of the strap I'm pushing down on. It's all too much, and yet not enough.

"Mommy," the word leaves my lips, a breathless sound caught between a whine and a whimper.

Your voice, teasing and amused, ghosts over my skin, asking me to use my words. And I can't resist, wanting to be perfect just for you.

"Please mommy, feels so good but...need more. I need you, please...please..." I'm barely coherent, back flush against your front, head thrown back on your shoulder, hips squirming and thighs trapping your hand between in an attempt to find some much needed friction.

But your hands immediately stop me, grabbing my thighs and spreading my legs wide and over each armrest of the seat. You tell me to keep my legs there, praising me when you remove your hands and I stay. Only once you're satisfied with my obedience does one of your hands trail down between my legs. This time your fingers slip under my panties, sliding along my soaking pussy. My whimper echoes through the room, accented by your low moan, as I do my best not to jolt or grind against your hand.

You tell me to open my eyes, voice so sultry and enticing that I couldn't stop myself from listening even if I tried. My bleary eyes open only to see you holding the book in front of me.

At my noise of confusion you tell me the rules of our little game. That while I finish reading the chapter of the book you're going to play with my pussy, edge me over and over again, and only after I'm done will you give me what I need. That last part of the sentence is punctured by your hips pushing up against me, sending a delicious thrill of need through my body. You're right, it's exactly what I need and I eagerly nod, taking hold of the book, desperate to play our game, to be good for you so I can earn my reward.

It starts off easy, the words flowing from my lips as I try and remain focused, while your fingers lightly glide over my pussy or circle my clit. But when your fingers pick up speed, adding just a bit more pressure, when your other hand moves up under my shirt to roll my hardened nipples between your fingers, and when your lips simultaneously latch back onto my neck, my words become breathless, slower, and stuttered.

I try to cling to reality, try and keep control but I can't fully fight the part of me that wants to sink into the feelings only you can elicit. My words take on a needy lilt, sentences ending in moans until I'm unsure how much longer I can keep up this game.

Yet you don't relent. You play my body so well, using the perfect pressure on my nipples that makes me clit throb, the pulsing morphs into a fizzling heat as you rub over my clit, the fire spreading along my body and pooling in my stomach. I can feel my orgasm building, mind going fuzzy as I forget to keep reading, drowning in the oncoming pleasure.

But just as I'm on the verge of cumming, thighs shaking, back arched and moans slipping past my lips, the stimulation stops. It's jarring and I can't help the needy whine that leaves my lips, head turning to look at you. And you're already looking at me, amused eyes falling onto my pout as you watch me realize this was what I asked for.

As the heat subsides I take the time to read some more, voice still wavering from the denial. But I'm glad I get a bit more read because the second you catch on that I've come down from the edging, your deft fingers and lips resume their wonderful torture. This time the pleasure builds faster, my mind fuzzy before I can even finish a page. Though just like before, as I'm on the verge of cumming, you stop completely.

My breathing is quick as I force myself not to move my legs and take more pleasure. This time as I quiver in your lap, you mockingly count the number of pages, predicting how many more times I'll have to be edged before I can finish. The number makes me whimper, knowing it's going to take a while, but I can't help but crave it all the same.

Over and over again the pattern continues, and each time I'm edged it becomes harder to stay focused. But I remind myself that I chose this.

The need for more consumes my mind, my pussy dripping with each sentence of the book I finish, knowing that I'm that much closer to being filled by your strap. I can't tell how much time passes, but when the final word of the chapter falls from my lips, I can't hold back the tears.

"Please Mommy," is all I can muster, looking up at you with wide, teary eyes filled with desperation.

You whisper soothingly, placating when I protest your hands leaving my body. I immediately calm when they come to rest on my hips, as you lift me up, turning me around in your lap, until I'm kneeling, legs encasing your hips, and hovering over where your strap is hidden. My hands rest on your shoulders, barely able to hold myself up as my legs shake in anticipation. I watch you slowly pull your cock free, my pussy clenching on air as I realize I'm very soon going to be filled by you.

You reach over to the table beside us, picking up the lube bottle I hadn't noticed, squeezing a generous amount onto your length. I can't help but watch entranced as your hand strokes over the now glistening length, my breathing heavy at the thought of my pussy replacing your hand. You gently pull me down, lining me over the head, as you ask me if this is what I want.

"Yes please, I want you inside me Mommy, please fill me with your strap," I beg, moaning as you pull me down along your length, stretching me until I take you to the hilt. My shaking hands rest over your chest, head hidden in the crook of your neck as my lips latch onto your heated skin.

After a few seconds my hips start rocking, swiveling and grinding, as I succumb to the haze of overwhelming desire. Your hands guide my movements, keeping me stable as I ride you. With my hands tangled in your hair, incoherent words kissed into your skin, and eyes rolled back, I desperately fuck myself on your cock.

I need you to feel as good as I do, just as much as I need you to cum inside me.

The sounds you make and the words you say only spur me on, until I can tell I'm nearing release. And of course you can tell too. With one hand tugging on my hair until I'm coaxed from the crook of your neck, your other hand wraps around my throat, applying enough pressure to leave me dizzy with lust. My hands latch onto the forearm of the hand around my throat, my head thrown back and mouth open as I chase my orgasm.

"Mhm, so close...you feel so good...oh god...I want you to cum in me Mommy, I need it," I gasp out as I grind roughly along your cock. "Please...I need it so bad."

When you announce that you're cumming my head spins, body shuddering and my grinding turning choppy at the intensity and suddenness of my orgasm. My pussy clenches harshly, pulsing and squeezing, while my thighs shake. I gasp for breath as your hands leave my throat and hair, instead pushing and pulling me along your length, as I milk every drop from your cock.

I collapse against you, our bodies flush, rising and falling with uneven breaths. Your hands sooth over my back, pressing gentle kisses against my hair while I lay shaking and twitching in your arms. In turn, I softly press kisses against your chest, actions followed by soft pronouncements of "thank you, Mommy."

My kisses trail up your chest, over your shoulder, along your jaw, until they finally press against your lips. My body stretches as I leave behind my appreciation, serving a secondary means of letting me ease myself off your strap. After a few more kisses and sweet words are exchanged, I find myself cuddled back up against you, sitting sideways, thighs over your lap. This time you read to me, picking up where I left off, my hand softly running through your hair, content and satisfied.

- 🌸💜

my god anon..this was so well written, ugh what a good read..I have to admit it made me wet reading it! I wanted to share one of my own daydreams from the other day ☺️ enjoy darling.

I awoke to the sound of rain, light pitter patter hitting the window. The room was dark from the somber weather, eyes staring up at the ceiling. I reached over to my nightstand to retrieve my phone and check the time. It was only 6:45am, thankfully on a Saturday.

I turned my face to look at you, your back was facing me, still naked from last nights session. The blanket was teasingly draped over your hips, hugging your curves perfectly. I couldn’t help but stare, lips wanting to press wet kisses into your soft skin. My hand reached over and carefully slid the blanket past your hip, exposing your ass to me, I traced the love bites I had left on your cheek, caressing with them with my numb. Remembering the way you whined when I bit into your flesh, leaving my marks behind, mommys personal form of branding you.

Desire formed in my stomach, I wanted to please you. I wanted to taste your honey, I wanted my tongue to crescent your pretty pussy like morning dew on a flower petal, glistening.

I inched closer, resting my hand on your thigh while I spread kisses across your hip and bare ass. You shuffled slightly, hummed into the sudden touch. Mommy always listens for signs of approval. My hand slid down your thigh, squeezing it while I kissed at your hip. A soft “mmm..” escapes your lips.

I snuck my way under the covers. Grabbed your thighs and positioned you unto with a slight push at your hip. You flattened out, laying your arms loosely over your head.

My own head dipped under the blanket, disappearing under the fabric, spreading your legs open, watching you bloom.

“Your pussy is so pretty baby..like pink velvet” I pressed kisses on your inner thighs, my hands coming up to massage your hips and stomach.

“Keep your hands above your head, do you understand?”

“Y..yes mommy..”

I know that my words are enough to tether you to this bed.

You want this, just as badly as I do. My arms lock your hips into place. I press kisses across your pussy, purposely pressing my lips to your clit. I can feel a slight jerk come from you.

“Mm..”

I swept my tongue across your clit, slowly dragging it up upwards, pulling my tongue back downwards in one motion. A push and pull. I pulled my mouth away slightly to lick up the length of your slit, letting my tongue dip into your honey pot, pulling your sweet, sticky silk unto my tongue.

I pressed my palms into your thighs and propped your hips off the bed slightly, gaping your pussy wider. I rolled my tongue into your tight hole, tongue fucking you.

“Oh..oh god mommy..” you moaned out.

My arms snaked their way around your hips again, keeping you steady. I ran my tongue up your length, fanning it out and sucking along the way, pulling at your perfect folds slightly while I curl them into my mouth before releasing. You love it when mommy slurps you up like this, eats you like you are a delicacy worth savoring.

I can feel your body thrash around slightly, your hands gripping the pillows above you.

“Fuck..uhh..”your moans becoming more pronounced, more falsetto.

One hand glides up your stomach until it reaches your tit, rolling and pulling your nipple through my fingers, gripping and squeezing.

“Mommy..if you keep playing with me like this I’m going to cum..” you breathed out.

“Already kitten? I haven’t even slid my fingers into you yet”

I pressed my tongue against your clit, feeling you jolt from how sensitive you were getting.

“Uhhh!” Your thigh wanted to close around me, I pushed you back open. I flattened my tongue, fluttered it over your clit.

“Uhh..ahh..oh god..” each sound coming out a whine. My lips wrapped themselves around your clit, pulling and lightly tugging. The mewls you were eliciting were intoxicating. I slipped my fingers inside of you.

“Ohhh fuck..!” Suddenly you clenched around me. Your hips bucking upwards. I pinned you against my mouth with my arm. I slid my fingers in and out of you, pulling back and forth, curling at every thrust.

“Mommy..! Please.!” You begged so pathetically. I pressed my tongue against your clit, lapping you up, rolling your sensitive bud into my mouth.

“Uhhh..! Uhh..!”

One..

Your hips bucked.

“Fuckk..fuck mommy..!”

Two..

Your hips bucked.

My fingers growing slick, the sounds of your wetness flooding into my ears the way I wanted you to flood into my mouth. I curled my fingers in once more, tongue pressed firmly against your clit, you grew tighter around me.

“Ohhh mommyyyy pleaseeee uhhh..!

Three..

Your hips bucked for the last time, and you came all over my fingers and mouth.

“Uhhhhhhh..!”

I held my position, letting you come down from your high. Before I slid my fingers out and rested my head on your thigh. Your hand come down to play with my hair, while we lay there silently in our bliss.

-🌸💜

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dreamkidddream · 10 months

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🌻morning glory: what is their favorite form of physical affection?

🌻honeysuckle: if their s/o was hurt, what would they do?

For Mammon please -////-

It has been TOO 👏🏾 LONG 👏🏾 since I wrote abt our first man- reader is gender neutral!

Plant Ask Game 🌸! *open!

🌻 Morning Glory: what is their favorite form of physical affection?

Kisses- Mammon loves your kisses. Don’t get me wrong, he loves holding and touching you too- but it’s just something about your lips on his that makes his mind go blank. Whether it’s on his cheeks before you leave, on his forehead as he’s dozing off, or even when you pepper them over his face to reassure him- he loves it all.

They’re just so soft, and it gives him a momentary high that even the casino can’t give him- not to mention that it makes him feel so weak. He wants to feel embarrassed with how needy he gets with, but the more your lips press against his, the less he cares. The heat growing on his face is very noticeable, but it’s obvious that he doesn’t mind with how much he keeps leaning in. It’s hard to snap out of his daze after your lips leave his- that’s just the type of effect that you have on him (which he’s not complaining about one bit).

If you ever want to find a way to distract or shut Mammon up, this is the most effective way. But be ready to give all of your undivided attention to him- we all know he’s greedy, and one kiss isn’t enough for him.

🌻 Honeysuckle: if their s/o was hurt, what would they do?

If you were hurt by something small (ie. A paper cut), Mammon’s already scolding you for not being careful. He’s complaining about always having to watch over you since you’re so careless while placing the bandaid on your injured finger (which we know he doesn’t mean- but he still chokes when you thank him and ask him to kiss it better lol).

If you were hurt by something serious, his first priority would be to get you away from whatever (or whoever) hurt you- he knows first hand how fragile humans are, how fragile you are- he’s already whisked you away from the threat, hands roaming and eyes scanning all over your form. He’s staying calm on the outside, but inside he’s trying not to panic. If you’re conscious, he feels a huge weight lift off of him- if you’re unconscious, he’s panicking and already has you in arms, flying to anyone who could help- whether it’s his brothers, Solomon or Lord Diavolo himself- repeating that you’re gonna be okay even if his hands are trembling.

It was already hard to leave your side before, but now he’s really not leaving. Mammon is practically your second shadow, from when you wake up to when you go to sleep, he’s right there. He’s trying to do everything for you so you don’t have to it, not willing to take the risk of you getting hurt again (you have to convince Mammon that you can move on your own without him carrying you everywhere).

It takes some time before Mammon (somewhat) eases off of you, but he’s still on guard just in case (not that he minds being with you anyway).

As far as taking care of whatever/whoever left you in this state, he’s already working on that…

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