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stripper-patrick · 3 years

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China Love 🎎Andy Barber

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: smut, language, daddy kink, straight up nastiness, dom!Andy, angst, protected, this is a 2 parter

Ima try my best to do a 3rd person POV

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Andy Barber x black plus sized reader

~Andy’s POV~

2:46am and all I can think about is her moans and how good I made her feel. Her smile when I walk into the room, how strong she is, especially strong-minded. Laurie stirs in her sleep resting her arm on my chest and that’s when I look at her. I don’t find the same love I had for her before Y/N. It’s not to say I don’t love her as a person. I do dearly and I love her as the mother of my child but I don’t love her as my wife anymore.

I sigh closing my eyes finally drifting to sleep not wanting to think anymore.

...

Y/N has been avoiding me for about 3 weeks and I can’t help but feel bad. The truth is I don’t know how to tell her I want her. That night is all I can think about. I’ve been so stressed out these last few weeks because my son might be a suspect in a murder case. That’s really been weighing on my shoulders especially since I’ve been kicked off the case. Laurie has been growing cold against me and I think she believes our son did it. There’s no way he did it. And I’m scared to ask just in case she thinks I’m trying to accuse her. I just need to know we’re on the same page as a family.

I’m sitting at my desk when I’ve finally had enough. I press the button for my assistant and she walks in with a smile “hey Lynn can you bring Y/N in here to me please?”

“Yes sir” she leaves and I take a deep breath standing up. I watch out of the glass as Y/N pushes her chair out and walks with Lynn. She opens the door and sees me folding her arms. Flashbacks hit me hard and next thing I know I’m having to shield my boner. She looks so gotdamn good with her beautiful mahogany hair placed into a neat puff on top of her head, her shapely body concealed into a short tight floral skirt and an olive green top with nude sandals with gems on them. Maybe it’s because I was drunk but I’m just noticing the tattoo on the inside of her wrist that says ‘breathe’ in intricate letters

“You wanted to see me” she doesn’t even make direct eye contact with me. I nod towards the seat and she shuts the door and sits down. I lean on the front of my table watching her cross her legs and move back.

“Can I ask why you’ve been avoiding me? And don’t lie”

“Because I feel absolutely terrible about what your wife will say when she finds out you fucked your intern and further more I don’t wanna be fired for fraternizing with my bosses boss” she cuts right the the chase

“Understandable but you won’t get fired” I reassure her

“Andy I already have people that don’t like me in this office and I don’t need our business getting out and I’m scared”

“Don’t be Y/N but if you wanna stop I completely understand” I nod “I just want the old us back” I’m referring to how much we used to be. Like 2 peas in a pod. Bound at the hip. Going from best friends to not even speaking is different for us.

She stares at me with her big daunting brown eyes “I bought you a coffee it might be a lil cold but you’ll be ok” I chuckle dropping my head while she stands up to get it. Honestly I don’t wanna stop what we’re doing because I can’t get enough of her but if that’s what she wants then I won’t argue it.

Y/N comes back with the coffee in her hand and hands it to me. “Have you talked to

Laurie about it yet?” She cross her arms looking at me and it’s just something about her stance that makes me wanna place her over my knee and smack her ass red. Laurie never really enjoyed when I spanked her or pulled her hair or even choked her.

“Absolutely not” I take a sip of the lukewarm coffee. She nods in approval.

“Well back to my never ending paperwork to file”

“Just do these for me and fill this out and have it back to me by the end of the day” I watch as YN scans the paper I gave her skipping the other papers. “This is an official hiring worksheet” she states as a matter of factly.

“I’m aware”

“You wanna hire me?”

“Yea and plus you’ll make more money that what you’re making now as an intern so fill it out and you’ve got it” I smile. She bites her lip and I know she said we should stop but I could fill that pretty pussy one more time.

“Thanks” she smiles. I watch her walk away before taking a deep breath. I sit back behind my desk and continue working.

....

Another late night at the office. I sigh rubbing my hands over my face. I look out and see Y/N coming in here. I believe it’s only me and her in here. I watch as a tall man stand up and walk to her. It’s Neal. He slams papers on her desk startling her yelling throughout the office.

“You dumbass bitch. You filed the wrong fucking stack” she stands up in protest. Anger fills me half way and I’m about to slap the dog shit out of him for talking to her like that.

“Don’t you ever in your gotdamn life say some bullshit like that Neal. I’ve dealt with your shit long enough. That stack was getting filed regardless right? Ard then chill out with the fuck shit” there’s her Baltimore accent. He rises above her with intimidating power and I stand up jogging to the door. Anger washes over me as I swing the door open and stomp towards the pair. I didn’t even notice the shocked scared expression painted on Y/N’s face. I grab Neal by the collar seething like a rabid animal. Without saying a word to him I give him a death glare as a warning.

“Andy” Y/N peeps out. Neal cracks a smile and I press him against the wall watching the humor drain from his face replaced with sheer terror.

“You think this is a joke? Do you?” I scream

“Andy” Y/N screams louder and I come to my senses. I let him go watching him scramble to gather his things leaning collectively. I let out a deep sigh and she’s comes to my aid rubbing my shoulder “calm down I’m ok he didn’t hurt me”

“He wouldn’t have gotten the chance” I take a deep breath

...

It’s been a few weeks since the ordeal and unfortunately after that I was let off my sons case. To make matters worse me and Laurie got into an argument that I’m sure puts us close to the brink of separation. I believe that she thinks Jacob murdered Ben and she won’t admit to it and keeps trying to switch the narrative.

I’m sitting on the couch drinking a beer at 10:30 at night when I get a call. It’s Y/N.

“Hey Y/N” I swig the last of my beer

“Hey Andy are you busy?” She asks. She sounds nervous

“No why?” I ask smiling at the sweet sound of her voice

“Can you come by the office I have something for you”

“Y/N you know they’re gonna lose their shit if they see me in there especially after hours”

“Please it’ll be worth it” she pleads. I can already envision her bottom lip puckered out and her arms crossed. I sigh standing up stretching my back

“I’ll be there soon”

“Yay” she perks up and I laugh hanging up. I grab my coat and hear the footsteps of my basically estranged wife approaching.

“Where are you going? It’s 11:30”

“To handle some business at work” I lie. I’m not even sure what Y/N is up to. If it’s what I think it is then of course Laurie can’t know.

“I thought you were kicked off the case”

“Just some important files I forgot to log into the system. No big deal” I pull on my coat placing my hood on my head and exit swiftly. The heavy rain patters hard on the concrete splashing upward with each step I take toward the car.

I get in and press the start button watching Laurie observe me through the curtain. I reverse out of the driveway pulling off into the night.

....

I open the doors and see YN standing there with a trench coat and some heels on and a bottle of champagne. She doesn’t notice my movements as she smoothes out the wrinkles in her coat trying to perfect herself. She doesn’t realize she’s already perfect.

“To what do I owe this dubious pleasure Ms. YLN?” I inquire placing my hands on my pocket and leaning on the door frame. Her smile is bright when our eyes lock.

“Well I have made a change of my mind on something” I walk towards her where she sits me down in the chair standing before me. My heart is racing and my dick is starting to get hard.

“I bought the champagne just in case you need some extra convincing” she laughs. YN opens her coat dropping it on the floor revealing a beautiful 2 piece LINGERIE set. Her body compliments the piece beautifully and that’s when I really take her in. Not just for her sex appeal but for her in general. She kisses me leaning down and straddling my waist where I hold her hips and grab a handful of what’s really mine.

<3rd Person POV>

Andy can’t help but moan as YN grinds down on his thick throbbing boner just waiting to be released from its shackles. Her dominant side takes over and she grabs his face planting an open mouth kiss on his neck. She works on his pants getting on her knees. Mouth salivating as his dick finally springs free. She wraps her acrylic nails around the base swirling her top around collecting the precum.

Andy sinks in the chair ravishing in her skills. He presses her hair out of the way watching the way her pretty brown eyes stare back at him while she sucks and slurps her way to his soul. His head falls back guiding his hips into the back of her throat never breaking rhythm. She pulls his penis out of her mouth rubbing her thumb and palm over the tip while she takes one of his balls in his mouth. A loud moan escapes his lips. Andy has never experienced this before. Not this detailed to say the least.

All the while he’s receiving glorious pleasure, Laurie is home rocking and sobbing on the shower floor. She’s come to the conclusion that her husband doesn’t love her anymore and than her son is a murderer. While one of those is true she can’t help but feel rage and insanity boil within her.

Laurie collects herself and dries off grabbing a pair of jeans and a a shirt. She places her wet hair up letting it air dry. Her long legs stride to her sons room where he’d playing his game but pauses it and looks at her “are you ok mom?” Jacob asks

“Come with me honey we’re gonna go for a ride” before he can respond Laurie leaves the room going downstairs grabbing her shoes. She’s out of her mind. It’s like she’s watching herself complete this indescribable action and she can’t stop it. But she knows deep down in her heart Jacob murdered this boy and she can’t live her life knowing her son is a murderer.

Andy pulls YN up by the neck dragging his tongue along the bottom of her mouth holding her captive in his spell once again. He pulls her panties off collecting her wetness through his fingers. She’s more than ready. Andy pulls YN down on top of his dick watching her gasp as he fills her up.

“Feel that?” He rasps “that’s all yours”

“It’s mine. You’re mine” she utters rocking and swirling her hips electrifying her heated body. Her hands grip the arm rests of the chair as Andy starts pumping up into her.

Her sweet moans. Andy could listen to her moans all day. Laurie was never loud or pornographic like this. Not by a long shot. He watches her ass bounce on his lap as she licks and nips as his ear. The clapping and slushing sounds of their juices makes music to YN’s ears.

“My dirty little slut so fucking wet for me”

Meanwhile Laurie has just downed her second glass of bourbon while waiting for Jacob to approach. She places her glass in the sink when she hears his footsteps.

“Mom where are we going?” The young boy asks watching his mother look so far gone it looks like it’ll take her aged to return.

“Just for a drive” is all she says before she grabs the car keys walking past him and to the car. Jacob shuts and locks the door placing his hand on the car door and instantly gets this gut wrenching feeling that he needs to stay home.

“Maybe I should stay?” He asks

“Nonsense just get in” she starts the engine and Jacob takes a deep breath getting in the passenger seat. He grabs and locks his seatbelt as Laurie pulls out of the driveway pulling off. She takes an unfamiliar road of what looks like dark road. The sound of the rain was always Jacobs favorite. Only this time it dreaded him even more. The rain was heavy, loud, and unforgiving to any car that would step forth on the slippery slope with a daring intention to overcome it.

“Jacob I’m going to ask you one question and I need you to answer honestly” oh no. Jacob knew this question all too well “did you kill Ben?”

“Mom I already told you no” that wasn’t the answer Laurie had damn near given up her marriage for and she knew it wasn’t the truth. She just couldn’t shake this feeling that he was lying. Before she knows it she starts speeding up to 30 miles an hour when the speed limit is 35 but of course driving slow in this nasty weather is imperative but she didn’t care. It was imperative for Jacob to tell her the truth and she was convinced he wasn’t doing that.

“Jacob I’m being very serious tell me the truth”

“I am mom slow down” he pleads with her trying to understand why he isn’t believing her. Her foot presses on the gas even more going 45 miles an hour He goes on his Apple Watch sending a quick text to his father praying to God he answers immediately.

Andy’s wrist buzzes but he doesn’t even bother looking at it as YN whimpers his name. Her hands shake as they try to find something to grab onto. Andy grabs her arms wrapping them behind her back as he holds her waist down thrusting upward hitting her sensitive g-spot making she cries out and squeeze his thick hands. The black hole soon to swallow the two up at the same time.

By this time Laurie is screaming at Jacob and has reached 70 miles an hour down the long road. Jacob pull on his seatbelt which locked for his protection. “Jacob I know you did. Your father may believe your lies but I don’t. You’re just like him. He lies to me and says he’s doing work and I just know he’s screwing someone else” Laurie is fed up. Tears pool both of their faces. Hers in despair and Jacobs in fear. She reaches 90. Jacob has been trying to call Andy and to no avail, no answer. He’s weighed all the possible outcomes of throwing himself out the car but with his locked seatbelt it won’t work.

“Jacob tell me the truth” before he can answer she presses on the gas going to 100. His chest is tight and Jacob has a feeling he’s going to die.

YN’s legs shake as Andy keeps drilling into her relentlessly wanting to make the biggest mess of her. “Neal can’t have you. No one can have you your mine. Fuck this tight pussy is gonna make me fill you up”

“Andy I’m gonna cum”

“Cum for me darling” As the pair reach their climax grasping onto each other for dear life Laurie reaches hers screaming at Jacob continuing to incline the accelerator as he continues calling his father on his apple watch. The teary eyed boy sees that the speedometer has reached 104 Mph and all attempts to try to stop his manic mother have faded. He silently prays as she yells one final statement “I know you did it”

Andy clutches YN’s quaking body as she whines taking the thrusts of his dick with no other option. The duo moans out loudly just as Laurie and Jacob scream before black consumes the both of them. She crashed the car head first into the side of a brick tunnel.

YN looks at Andy who has a small smile on his face. His hands unwrap from her lower back where he held her in place and she looks at his Apple Watch seeing the 7 missed calls from Jacob and one text reading: “mom losing shit”. YN glances at the time displaying 1:22am. Why is Jacob awake and why did he call 7 times.

“Andy you need to go. Jacob called you 7 times” his eyes go wide as the brown skinned mistress pulls herself off of his deflating member as he tries calling Jacob back. It goes straight to voicemail. Andy can’t think of anything but the worst.

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tiredassmage · 2 years

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For ship bingo, how about Emet x Hyth x Azem??

The Ship Bingo in question <3 Gonna tag this, too, of course, but just in case, this will contain Endwalker MSQ Spoilers!

Going right for my feelings on this one! So, firstly, I am incredibly partial, personally, to Hythlo x Azem with Emet as their mutual friend they both annoy endlessly because I don't think any of my characters, so far, have been interested in Hades as a romantic or sexual partner.

Though, gotdamn... when I learned Hades' eyes were actually gold and it wasn't just a Solus thing in Elpis, I... had a moment. Because I am a bit a lot weaksauce for gold eyes. If you couldn't guess from my affection for Gaius (and, also, Urianger gets bonus points for it, too).

They're all, like, super pretty people though and, like, if they all want to kiss, I am not going to stop them.

My affection for them as a polycule definitely grew in Elpis because it was really wonderful to see how Emet and Hythlo played against each other and the tidbits they did give on Azem were just. Fucking delightful. I love them. I fucking love them so much.

I am very sorry to Hades though that I am absolutely head over heels for Hythlodaeus. I'd marry him, full stop. I want to see him grow up healthy and happy, I want to hug him, I want to hold his hand, I want to tell my friends and neighbors about him.

Astor definitely wants Hythlo to pin him up against a wall. He will not complain. He also would not say that in. Most company. Because Astor's a bottom. He wasn't safe from this truth even as Azem. And I think Hythlodaues knows full well about this and absolutely takes advantage of it.

So, yes, I love them. I love them as best stupid friends where Hythlo and Azem constantly get into shit and Hades has to keep them both on the child backpack leashes and sighs constantly about trying to keep up with them. And I also appreciate that they have a lot of lovely potential as a polycule for other people! Love that for them!

#ffxiv #ship bingo asks #answered #dot talk #ffxiv endwalker #endwalker #ffxiv 6.0 #6.0

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utilitycaster · 3 years

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yeah one plan I really wanna work on is an archive of tumblr metas for crit role campaign 3, to keep all the debunked theories remembered!

My only fear is whether it can be publicly accessible :(

Not sure about public screenshots of other peoples content (with links to the original post) without their consent, but an archive of just links is so much drier to click through.

How would you do it?

Hi anon,

You seem like a nice person, from this ask, who does not deserve the tirade I am about to unleash below so my answers in short are:

1. I think a fandom theory on a social media is a thing that most people will recognize might get cross posted so I would just summarize and link, were I to take on this project, which I will not be doing.

2. No idea how I'd make it publicly accessible; I'd probably either make a website, or a Google doc under an anonymous email address, neither of which are ideal, but no better options come to mind.

Anyway welcome to the consequences of entering my inbox. While writing this I enjoyed myself a lot but I was also like 'tbh this is probably why I don't get as many anons any more; it is because I am Gotdamn Annoying.'

So this was like, maybe 75% a shitpost, not in that I don’t genuinely believe it would be useful, but in that a comprehensive list is nearly impossible to do. Even if you limited yourself to Tumblr (ie, no Twitter or Reddit or god knows what else), you would necessarily be limiting yourself also to things that were tagged and/or got a decent amount of traction within the fandom as a whole.

I think there are a number of problems though. The first one is that while some theories can be debunked immediately upon their arrival into the primordial soup that is fandom, some may always remain technically possible, just vanishingly improbable, including some of my least favorites (cough secret dragons cough) because you cannot logically prove a negative unless you just outright ask the creators. And still others may be debunked - or proven - only after a very long time (eg: The Traveler is Artagan) and personally I want to only use this for debunked theories, so you'd necessarily need to keep a separate list of theories that are neither proven nor debunked, otherwise you just become a rehash of the, well, hash, that is the Wild Mass Guessing page on TVTropes rather than what I was specifically envisioning, namely, "this is a list of theories that were proven to be wrong, and here is why."

The second problem, which you may have guessed from my previous line, is that I come to bury these theories, not praise them*. I think some theories are good but ultimately incorrect and it's worth having them on display! I also think a lot of theories are bad, and that a good deal of theories aren't even really theories. You used the word meta, which I actually think of more as analysis than theories although the line between those two things is blurrier than most. But also, a lot of things people call theories or meta are, well, Wild Mass Guessing, headcanons/personal opinions, wishful thinking that has a tenuous relation to canon at best, and/or pure unadulterated nonsense. And I would include some of that, but not all, even though I often use the word 'theory' in a similarly loose way to kind of refer to anything that people are saying might be true in the story even if I think it's the ravings of a madman, even though my 'proper' definition of a theory would be an explanation that both answers an existing question and is supported by the existing text.

My point here is that I think some theories are best forgotten and my motivation is more accentuating the positive, pointing and laughing really hard at the negative, and ignoring a lot of the neutral headcanon-type stuff on the grounds that a neutral headcanon is your own private business and I respect that.

The third problem is curation. I have run into a similar issue with kind of shitpost projects that I did sort of take on and now languish and glare at me from the back of my mind when I am doing nothing on a weekend (specifically my attempt to make a personally useable Exandria timeline). Wiki-style editing has its benefits, but also significant drawbacks, because the same people who make pure unadulterated nonsense theories have the same editing power as people who are excellent at literary analysis, if not more. In an ideal world I would recommend putting something like this on the wiki, and there might even be a page now intended to serve a purpose akin to the WMG page on TVTropes (I did not bother to check), but in practice the CR wiki is currently under the thumb of someone who I will sum up briefly in Figure 1:

Fig 1: A Venn diagram.

Anyway, the fact is, the TVTropes WMG page has had things like "when the Mighty Nein fight Trent, Veth will get the HDYWTDT" even though that's not a theory and in fact by the nature of D&D is impossible to predict by any means. That's just a thing that would be kind of cool to happen. I worry that any true wiki format would fall to a similar fate. It would not actually be a list of debunked theories, telling the story both of interesting and genuinely good ideas from fandom that ultimately just did not turn out to be true, as well as some real clownshoes bullshit, but rather a bathroom wall on which to scrawl vague ideas.

So I think the only way to feasibly do this is to just spend time in the fandom and collect theories, like an anthropologist, and accept that you're going to miss some, and maybe have a Google Form for submission thereof that requires things like a post with a certain threshold of notes such that you can easily collect theories from others but are under no obligation to include every one. Even then this will be subject to personal bias, and while I personally love having executive control of things I also recognize the flaws of such a system. I would definitely include some kind of disclaimer along the lines of "This has opinions in it about theories; while the debunking is objective, whether or not it was a good theory prior to being debunked has some subjectivity involved."

*I know in the context of this line actually the speaker was in fact coming to praise the thing he said he was just going to bury; RIP to Marc Antony but I’m different.

#Anonymous #i have literally no idea how to tag this #other than #long post

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brexrif · 4 years

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I was wondering if you could do a oneshot where reader and Geralt hate each other (but only cause both of them have suppressed feelings for each other) and then something happens so they're stuck in a room together. And then they like start bickering again and maybe Geralt pins her against a wall and it escalates and they like, have angry, really carnal sex

Did you sneak in my mind directly to find this idea or-? Damn, it’s hot.

Your father is a wealthy lord in a modest and old village. Word had been passing through folks in town about a malicious ghost, specifically interested in haunting and cursing young women at night. Your father was superstitious and protective.

“I’ve hired a Witcher, Y/N, to look after you overnight. After the last girl’s disappearance, I refuse to gamble with your safety.” Your father was stern, rigid and unmoving on the subject.

“None of the other girls in town need a Witcher to protect them. I’m not afraid of a stupid ghost” you protested huffing and crossing your arms.

“This is the end of the discussion, Y/N. It’s for my peace of mind as well as your own.”

Your father stepped aside in the doorway to your bedroom, allowing for the Witcher to come in. A very large, burly man came through with heavy steps, making the room feel small. He had two large swords slung on his back and a set of armor spread over his broad shoulders. His white hair was loosely tied back allowing for his surprisingly handsome features to glow in the dim light of your room. You readjusted your nightgown, suddenly self conscious.

“This is ridiculous, father, really I’m just fine.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Your father left and closed the door, leaving this giant armed guard to crowd your space all night.

He took a seat in a wooden chair in the far corner of your room, setting his swords down beside him. He looked frustrated, irritated even. There was a snarl in his upper lip and a tenseness to his brows.

“Gripe all you want mutant, I don’t want you here either.” You spat at him and turned away. “Leave, if you please. I won’t tell my father.”

“I need the coin” he responded coldly, not looking at you and readjusting in the chair. The deep sound of his voice rumbled across the room and coated your spine in shivers.

“I’ll see that you get your coin, Witcher-”

“Geralt” he interrupted “Geralt of Rivia.”

Turning to face him now, a warmth spread through you and you clenched your thighs together.

“Right. Geralt,” the skin on your neck tickled, “you may leave me now.” You took your fingers through your loose hair in attempts to stay the prickling of the thin skin on the nape of your neck.

“Gave my word. Not leaving” His impressive jaw clenched.

“You will leave me, Geralt of Rivia!” You took a few steps towards him angrily. “I am perfectly capable of fending off some ghost!” You explained, putting your hands on your hips defiantly.

“Don’t be a brat” Geralt growled, irritated with you. Something happened, you felt a heat ignite between your shaky thighs and your delicate folds slick with moisture. Unsure of how to compose yourself, you crossed your arms and huffed at him.

“Excuse me?” you managed.

Geralt stood now, crossing to you easily and towered over you. He was likely almost a whole foot taller than you, his thick body outweighing you immensely. You felt small and hot.

“I said, don’t be a fucking brat” he growled at you again, this time through clenched teeth and towering over you. His piercing amber eyes stared down at you with disdain, but there was something else you could feel in the space closing between you. It was thick and tangible in the air, like you could reach out and touch the tension. The thought of touching anything brought a faint stir of sweat to your hairline.

“Fuck you” you responded, almost whispering in the tight space between you. You were closing in now, your body teetering forwards without much control.

You watched as his tongue flashed over his lips quickly and irritated, preparing for a rebuttal. He cocked his neck trying to contain his frustration, but to no avail. A hiss escaped his tight lips as if he was surrendering to his anger after all, and in one swift movement, he had a giant hand wrapped around both of your wrists, pinned over your head against the wall. He closed you in and cornered you there with his giant body. You were helpless, and your knees buckled for him. You looked up at his stubbled jaw and desperately wanted to feel that roughness prickling your lips.

“I’ve had enough of your shit attitude” he rumbled. You felt the threat resonating deep in his chest that the height difference provided so close to you. This really did it. You felt the wetness of your folds starting to practically drip from you, a pang of pleasure shot up your body from your clit and something between a moan and a whimper escaped your parted lips.

“Oh, a needy and desperate brat?” he chided, tightening his grip on your wrists and bringing his lips down to yours that remained parted. He stopped short and whispered “just how I like them,” his breath teasing your plump and eager lips.

You lunged forward and stole the kiss from him, willed by the pleasure that dictated your whole body in this moment. He swept a tongue in your mouth invasively, deepening the kiss and pressing you into the stone wall behind you. You kept up like this for a while until he was dragging your dress up and plunging his thick fingers into the center of your wet core. His movements elicited lewd, wet sounds that would make you embarrassed if you weren’t so delirious with pleasure.

The Witcher was an expert. His clothes eventually shed revealing the hardest, most impressive muscles you had ever seen, all covered in a layer of musky body hair and years worth of battle scars. He had you bent over the bed with a hand roughly in your hair for leverage. His thick, giant cock pushed into you and you mewled in painful pleasure. He slammed into you mercilessly, the clapping of his hips against your ass echoing through the stone walls of your room. He was panting and grunting over you, your whole body a delusional chasm of pleasure and sensation. You moaned and bit your lip trying to contain yourself, but Geralt fucked into you harder and harder.

You were a screaming mess when you came on his cock. He reached an arm underneath you and rubbed your hard clit while he pounded.

“Cum for me, brat. Cum for me” he commanded. And you did. Gotdamn you did. Your walls convulsed around his thick dick, your whole body rigid while you grasped at the sheets and screamed into the mattress. Your undoing was his as your spasming cunt drained the Witcher’s cock. He charged himself into you with his rough, big hands on your hips. His fingers sank into your flesh as his cock twitched inside you, groaning and panting with release.

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moonelf19 · 3 years

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That episode of supernatural was like hitting two warning signs back to back and then STILL getting shocked and heartbroken

Charlie's girlfriend gets dusted and she says "I said I wasn't going to do love again and the second i let her in I lose her"

Then Eileen gets dusted OFFSCREEN, THE DISRESPECT, and Sam says "if I feel it right now I'm going to be a wreck" and puts his grief in a box for later

That was two story beats!! In one episode!! I couldn't figure out who TF the third one would be! Who could they possibly dust? They're escalating!

Then of course I realized at about the same time Cad did exactly what could stop Death and sir!!! It turns out the spn writers hadn't forgotten those dangling loose threads! They said "oh you thought you would stay uninvested??" And pulled out the gotdamn L word. Not just the L word!! A full on, no holds barred love confession!! A whole heart out "I see you exactly as you are" kinda confession! Hello¿???

And the worst part is THEY GOT ME. I wasn't taking this show seriously anymore but now I'm like ok but that was only the first half. There's more. That's an unfinished story. We know that isn't it and we have to wait a WEEK. They really ended that episode with deans walls absolutely shattered, no music, no sound, just Dean sobbing on the ground where Cas died. Not the "single tear" thing. Crumpled on the ground, face in his hands, ignoring his brother calling him SOBBING.

Excuse the hell outta me but this show just got INTERESTING again. Gloves off babyyyyyyy I have some meta THOUGHTS and tomorrow I'm going to be stuck in a car for 3 hours so *cracks knuckles* get ready to block some tags

#supernatural #destiel #despair #i have an mri in 5 hours #and i havent slept yet #damn #my CR thoughts are going to have to wait till monday i think

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 6 years

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No Place Like Home 💜

Dedicated to @marvelpotterlove 💜 This is a five part series. Reader is a single real estate agent in Cali. Fluff, Smut, and Mild Drama included.

Word Count: Over 1,000 for sure 😂 (sorry if you aren't tagged ran out of room)

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Part 3: Put On a Show

With a fresh silk press straightening your mane to fall to your bra strap, you look fairly different and it's not that you don't like it, afterall it shows off your length. You just prefer your hair to be wide and full to balance out the fullness of your curves. Of course Jamira never did care for your naps. She demanded that you straighten it before her wedding and rather than argue, you just got it done. You could always wash it out. Erik went with you, calling an uber to get you to the salon. He withheld his comments, but you could tell he liked your thick cloud of coils better.. even though he'd said you look beautiful either way. Back in the room, you put your bridesmaid dress in the closet.

"It need to stay there," Erik quipped almost making you snort. It wasn't a bad dress given the circumstances, but then it was not something you'd rewear. Still, you'd paid for the dress and you planned to find an opportunity to wear it again.

"I've been meaning to ask you, is it typical for all this shit to happen three days before a wedding or were they supposed to prep some of this in advance," Erik asks poised on the higher bunk of your childhood bedroom. He's way too big for that thing. You're too big for it, but it's going to have to work for the next three nights.

"I'm not experienced with weddings so I can't really say, but I personally wouldn't wait. I don't wanna sound bitchy, but if I'm gonna host events meant to be memorable for a special day, I'm gonna put more thought into the planning so that it's not tacky and chaotic. There're enough last minute details as it is.. and I couldn't imagine rushing my own wedding activities.."

"You want a wedding?" His legs dangle off the edge as he watches you wrap your hair in the dresser mirror. Meeting his eyes in the glass, you shrug. You don't typically let your mind drift in the direction of weddings and marriage or commitments. With marriage comes the responsibility of another person's needs and desires, which isn't a bad thing.. but people get married and they're no longer themselves. They compromise and bend and sacrifice..

"I don't wanna be stagnant.. I don't want to compromise my career, my lifestyle, and all the things I've worked for to be saddled into a life with my dreams on the backburner like what happens in so many marriages. I wanna grow into myself freely.. like a bonsai that hasn't been tied down."

"Complicated answer to a simple question."

Your eyes dart to his in this mirror and they're alight with humor. He's obviously messing with you.

"Okay smartass," you smirk, "Maybe you could answer it better. Do you want a wedding?" He throws his head back in a scoff.

"I'm the one remember? I marry you. That's how this ends."

"Oh that's what we're pitching? I'm with it. When do we tell everyone we’re engaged?" You stress the last word, fanning your fingers imagining a flashy ring. Your head scarf is finally tied allowing you to face Erik fully now.

"Maybe tomorrow after tonight's show.. You up for what we discussed?"

Ha! You cackle at the thought of your family's sour faces, a wicked grin brimming from within. You can't help the shimmy of your shoulders and he shakes his head fighting a smile as the right side of his mouth quirks. The energy is contagious.

"How are we going to do this, do you beat the wall while I moan or do we both grunt close to the door like cavemen? Which way makes them think I'm getting my vagina smashed like a cupcake?"

"Well, I can make some clapping noises and talk shit and you can moan, but first we need to know if you can do a believable moan. Let me hear it."

Clearing your throat, you take a breath and he rolls his eyes.

"Uhn.. Uhn!.. Oh yeah.. Oh yeah.. Right there," you ham. It's convincing enough, at least to you, but Erik shakes his head and buries his face into his thick hands with a groan.

"This is real life sweetheart, not porn. You need to moan like a nigga up in them guts and just rippin ya shit. Channel that and try again."

Pft. If you were getting dick like that, you wouldn't be cruising pornhub. You channel your vibrator as the next best thing.

"Oohhhh... yesss" you groan and he shrugs.

"Better. Much better, but it's still weak. Keep in mind you want it to sound like good dick, so dont insult me with no lil ass baby moans."

"Okay so help me get it right so I can do you justice."

"....This ain't finna work. Change of plans." He hops down from the top bunk to sit on the bottom bed and pats the spot next to him. Once you sit, his hand hovers over the zipper of your capris, but his eyes remain on yours. "May I?" This man is bold. What ever happened to fake moans.

"I wouldn't have to if you knew how to sound like you were enjoying yourself. A little motivation might help your performance."

"You're really serious.."

"Damn serious. You'd paid $1,000 for me might as well get your money's worth."

"What is this, Pretty Woman? Are you Julia Roberts?"

"Nah, I'm prettier.. and what you got to lose except them horrible acting skills?" His head tilts.

"Wow. You're really coming for me right now."

"So return the favor." His fingers undo the button and zipper on your capris and you stare at him wondering if you should cave. This whole relationship is meant to be fake, which means the pretending portion should remain just that.. pretend. So why then are you considering indulging in these very real hoetivities? It's a strange thing. Kneeling on the floor before you, he tugs your capris off and lays them neatly over the bed.

"So we're really doing this right now and not acting? All because you think I can't act effectively?" The look on your face says 'not likely' because it's bullshit. You know it's complete bullshit. He grins widely, flashing those gold fangs like a child who got caught red-handed and you shake your head dismissively. Total bullshit.

"That smile don't work on me."

"You a gotdamn liar," he says lowly, reaching up to pull off your panties. When you don't make a move to stop him, his grin returns and he trails his fingers up your slit.

"Why are you so excited? You look like a little kid," you chuckle and his eyebrow lifts in question. He's got your thick calf over his shoulder and his fingers strum and massage the skin of your elevated thigh.

"Whatchu mean? I love eating pussy. I could ask you the same question." His thick finger pushes into you and explores before slowly pulling out and raising for you to see the wetness clinging to it.

"Why you so wet, hm? You could've just asked me for some relief. I know you attracted to me. You scared of me too?" His tone is mocking and you roll your eyes knowing that you'd have never asked him. Why would you ask him for that when he's already doing so much.

"That's so tacky and inappropriate, not to mention an opportunistic thing to do, taking advantage of your kindness and concern. Hey, I know we barely know each other and you're saving my literal ass here, but hey would you eat me out too? Thanks."

"Mhm," his this thick finger invading your lower opening steals your attention and he chases it with a second finger, stretching you sweetly from the inside. You're 88% sure he's ignored your entire speech, but at this point you don't actually care enough to protest. With a contented sigh you relax, dropping back on the bed and you can hear his quiet chuckle. It's a comforting sound. His fingers work, stroking your inner walls in a come here motion then spreading and scissoring, dancing and rubbing repeatedly against your nerve endings. You're suddenly aware of your breathing and it's hard and loud. The makings of what you know to be a high whine threatens to burst from your throat and you swallow down the obnoxious sound. When a third finger goes in, you feel yourself tense, but his strong forearms pin your thighs apart.

"Shhit," you whisper trying to pull back from his fingers. The familiar heating sensation is tightening your lower abdomen, but the stretch is a lot. You hum trying to keep yourself grounded, knowing fully well it doesn't make sense to do, not now. It's showtime. You're supposed to be putting on a show for the house.

"Let go," he says with direct eye contact and it's the permission you didn't know you needed. Panting, your back arches against his fingers and you rotate your hips riding them, spilling desperate moans into the air. The freedom is invigorating causing you to unleash completely. It's you who's in control now as he lets you use his fingers how you need and you let them plunge and stretch you freely, while you rub yourself wildly to a tensing orgasm with your eyelids tightly shut. "Hooo shit," you cry out still shuddering, but you feel at peace now. You breathe in and out to come down from your high when you feel his fingers drag out of you. Opening your eyes you see him peering down at you and his wet fingers go to his mouth, his thick pink tongue rolling over and between them suggestively before sucking away the white creamy residue. Spreading your thighs, you wordlessly make your request and his mouth drops to nip at your inner left thigh before placing wet kisses down to your outter lips. It drives you crazy.

"Erik," you plead and he places one more bite on your inner right thigh before looking up through his long dark lashes. His tongue swirls on your skin making the muscles in your vagina squeeze in jealousy.

"If you ain't shy, say what you want.. but be careful what you ask for," he challenges and there's a smile in his warning. Honestly though, fuck the warning. Since you're already hoeing, might as well get your cakes smashed. Who knows when you'll have the time again. Once you get back to Cali, it's work time and you plan to run. A hard stinging smack on your clit jolts you back to the current situation with a hard yelp and your eyes angrily refocus on Erik's.

"You can't stop them lil wheels in your head from turning, can you?" He sounds exasperated but he wears a smile. Those fangs.. next to perfect, white teeth, something you've always required of a potential partner. His long tongue snakes out and flicks and immediately your lower muscles clench. Say what you want, he'd said.

"I want you.. to put that tongue.. right here," you say pointing to your clit. He does, but then he doesn't move. Smartass. You try to move his head where you need it but he pushes your hands away. You feel yourself throb and you can't wait anymore.

"Erik, can you eat this nani or fuck me, please," you ask sweetly. He scoffs before sending another smack to your clit making it jump.

"Call me daddy and I'll give you what you want." It's a blunt order that you know you won't get pass. He's enjoying the situation way too much. He stands and adjusts himself in his pants and you know he's big. You can tell. He has big dick energy in waves. Noticing the trajectory of your eyes, he rolls his with a dry laugh.

"Okay, damn. This better be good, daddy. Fuck me."

"Mmm," he smiles pulling off his shirt. As his pants come off, your eyes roam the wonderland that is his body in awe. Not only is he jacked like a kangaroo, but he's covered in an orderly pattern of small keloids. These were all done intentionally, but why? As if sensing your question, his eyebrow raises and he drops to grab your ankles, raising them over his broad shoulders. He's obviously done talking. The wide head of his erection pokes at your eneterance and immediately your eyes widen. You knew he was big, but he feels wider than you expected. Looking down to steal a peek, you almost say 'oh hell no' but he grips your hips and pushes in deep.

"FUCK!" You shriek and breathe trying to adjust to the tight stretch. You push against his stomach since he keeps going, ignoring your scream, but he grabs your hands holding them tightly and pushing deeper until his pelvis hits yours.

"Mm. What's wrong baby?" He pulls almost all the way back and you inhale sharply before he drives back in the the hilt.

"AH F-- ERI-- SHHIT!"

"Huh? I'm digging in ya guts baby? That's what you tellin me?.. Hm?" In deep, steady thrusts he rams into you, his heavy body pushing your thighs back. His fingers reach down and spread your outer lips as he thrusts as if trying to stretch you out even more.

"Mhm," you breathe unable to speak. Your screams come freely now and he smashes his soft full lips into yours, smothering the sounds. High pitched moans pepper the air and then he hits a spot that makes you moan even higher.

"Hold it. Don't cum," he hisses. His pelvis slams into yours and his command seems ridiculous. He looks like he's about to come and it's beautiful. Of course you can't hold it and you cum. Hard. His hand wraps tightly around your throat and he continues his assault through your orgasm causing you to shake violently as his tongue rests against his top canine. Your hand reaches around his neck and he blinks surprised as you weakly choke him back which makes him pump faster.

"Squeeze harder," he growls looking in your eyes with a passionate determination. He's zoned in, his full attention on your face as it contorts in semi-painful ecstasy. He's deep and it's messing with you. It's like he has a direct line to your brain and you can't think. He squeezes harder and it almost scares you. You try to squeeze him hard enough to match. He groans and his hips swivel and flex bringing the tightening the heated feeling in your core until it snaps and you cum again. Your vision fades to black and suddenly your body is weak, refusing to move. He smacks your clit again causing it to jump and you whimper from the overwhelming feeling of excessive use.

"Shit, I'm bout paint ya fuckin walls, how you feel bout that?"

"Mhm," you sigh weakly. You're on the pill to regulate your cycle anyway so why not? Even if you weren't, the way this dick feels, you probably wouldn't have said no.. which is terrifying. His dick is definitely dangerous in that way.

"I know you tired, but give me just one more." His hips grind and he swivels inside of you with slow strokes, his finger rubbing your nub causing you to contract again amazingly with a whine and then he erupts. It's warm inside of you and he drops your legs before resting on top of you to catch his breath. When you finally look at him, he smiles and you can't help but smile with him.

"Good job.. although you probably wouldn't have performed that well if I weren't inside you," he grins smugly. You roll your eyes deeply with a groan and feel a light peck on your lips causing your eyes to pop open. He's staring down at you and it almost looks like.. Like he's..

"Wait! Are you.. are you.. falling for me," you tease. He rolls his eyes, s sitting up on his forearm and then it's your turn to wear a shiteating grin.

"Your pussy," he clarifies but there's something about the look he had that makes you think there's something more to that. Staring at him, you catch the small twitch of his mouth as the corner lifts. If you weren't staring so hard you'd have missed it. There's definitely something more to it.

"Nah," he finally grins. "I think it's you who's falling."

"And what makes you think that?"

He unexpectedly nears your face and your breath halts immediately as his lips lightly graze yours.

"Cuz.. this the most I ever seen you smile."

Well, damn.

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willforged · 5 years

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NAME: hal jordan AGE: 35 SPECIES: human

✧ * PERSONAL .

MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true RELIGIOUS BELIEF: raised catholic, currently non-practicing/barely-practicing SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: to be a test pilot like his father LANGUAGES KNOWN: english SECRETS: used to be known as the villain parallax SAVVIES: flying ( a plane ), stargazing

✧ * PHYSICAL.

BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average HEIGHT: 6′2″ SCARS / BIRTHMARKS: no birthmarks, prominent scar on his chest where ollie shot an arrow into it. numerous other battle scars. ABILITIES / POWERS: flight ( both flying a plane and the ring’s abilities ), ability to will anything he can think of into physical constructs, phasing through walls, limited cellular regeneration, ability to access a pocket dimension within his own ring-- GOD I CAN GO ON CAN I JUST LINK THE GOTDAMN WIKI RESTRICTIONS: very emotional, reckless to the point of endangering himself

✧ * FAVOURITES.

FOOD: chili cheese fries DRINK: highballs. HEHEHE-- ok jk it’s probably alcohol. PIZZA TOPPING: poor choices, like pineapples COLOUR: green. and carol’s eyes MUSIC GENRE: rock BOOK GENRE: who has time to read MOVIE GENRE: who has time to wATCH MOVIE-- top gun. SEASON: summer because his californian ass finds even autumn cold

✧ * FUN STUFF.

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: poorly LIKES BAD PUNS: relishes in it CURSE WORDS: shit, fuck, goddamn it oa my god

tagged by: @stardestined danks tagging: i have no idea uh @golddome @galaxyguarded @favdream @lifebleeds @honorborn @aenarchy @rcdblur @speedtacular

#✱ ❬ HEADCANON. ❭

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youngster-monster · 5 years

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he wips too many for he gotdamn free time (send help)

do you like my writing? do you have Opinions™? then boy do i have something for you

i have too many fucking things to write! and not a lot of time! or motivation! art school is physically killing me and i’m just standing around all like ‘i don’t know which wip to work on first so i’m not gonna work on any of them’ and then i go play destiny 2 or some shit

but look at the clock — that’s right. it’s Democracy O’Clock. time to vote my lil’ buddies. tell me which wip i should work on in the tags/reply/by ask/instant messages/pigeon mail, whatever works for you

Please Help Me

list of my wips under the cut

world of warcraft

cardinal sins, deadly virtues - kael’thas/illidan

remember that ‘kael’thas is a patient man’ peace talks au thing i wrote a while back? let’s make it longer. let’s make him punch illidan in the face. they’ll both love it i promise.

insom(a)nia/blind faith - kael’thas/illidan

monachopsis’ next part. kind of a filler: what happened between w3 and burning crusade (or rather, the illidan novel), the growing relationship between the two, illidan’s trauma and kael’s grief, etc.

i love you (despite the warning signs) - falric/malwyn

dear god i still haven’t finished this. so: the last chapters of this one-week challenge that i still haven’t finished. i’m so sorry.

dead friendship - one-sided arthas/kael’thas, kael’thas & sylvanas

kael’thas meets arthas as a child and they are friends for most of their life, arthas arboring a strong but hopeless crush on the elven prince. when he goes all lich-king, instead of fighting illidan, arthas immediately kills kael and raises him as a death knight, ripping his soul/spirit out and binding it to an amulet. kael’thas goes years as a mindless servant of the lich king, until arthas is defeated and sylvanas finds an amulet bearing his face on a beach.

ft. your friendly neighbouring ghost kael’thas haunting sylvanas into helping him, arthas being a Creepy Motherfucker, and undead bullshittery (including but not limited to: having to sew back one’s beheaded head every other day, tactical dismemberment)

fake dating au - kael’thas/illidan

modern au. magic professors kael’thas and illidan are great friends, so when malfurion drops by on a surprise visit, pretending they’re married sound like a fun way to get back at him. obviously, it gets out of hands.

gladiator pain - kael’thas/illidan

named this way because every time i try to write this i either lose motivation or everything i’ve written and everything hurts.

in an alternate universe where the kaldorei are a continent-wide empire and the blood elves are not considered worthy of citizenship, a mysterious fighter enters the yearly Elune Tournament, which guarantees its winner a single favor from Empress Azshara — whatever it might be. ft. politics, way too many fighting scenes, illidan trying to make everyone’s life a little worse for knowing him, fantasy racism.

kingdom hearts

cut your faves - vanitas/riku

riku loses an arm. vanitas is given the mission to use his vulnerability to seduce him to the dark side, and ends up being the one who’s seduced into changing his ways. it’s literally just pure hurt/comfort and fluff. also, riku being a badass and vanitas being the worst kind of stray cat in the world (but only metaphorically)

referee au - vanitas/riku

professional football/soccer au where vanitas tries to fuck riku into turning a blind eye to his Extremely Bad Sport Practice. does it work? no. is it an opportunity for porn? you bet your ass it is.

medical malpractice - vanitas/riku

after the Big Showdown, vanitas kind of tags along/stalks the keyblade wielders. this is just a Very Long story about his and riku’s reluctant partnership, then friendship, then romance, along with a Metric Shitton of kingdom hearts headcanons

devil may cry

devil will cry - dante/doomguy

the marine comes back to earth. dante flirts shamelessly and ends up pinned to a wall but like, in a sexy way not a rip-and-tear way

nephilim au - dante/nero

nero isn’t half-demon: he’s half-angel. it’s literally just a wingfic. with eldritch angels. and grooming.

a demon by any other name - dante/nero

dante woos nero, the demon way. meanwhile, nero tries to be the kind of guy dante would be into. mutual pinning, just two bi idiots trying to seduce each other.

[vampire killer playing in the distance] - dante/nero

nero is a vampire. that’s it. that’s the plot.

i will fear the night again - v/nero

pure angst. summon too many demons and you get burned: v gets possessed and nero has to deal with it.

vvoice - v/nero

five times v’s voice had some kind of effect on nero, and one time he took full advantage of it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

overwatch

wanted - john morrison/gabriel reyes

god i’m so sorry. this has been a wip for more than a year. i have 15k of the second chapter written and it’s still far from done. i need to finish this shit.

but yeah police au reaper76. it’s a thing.

dear evan hansen

the blank page - connor/evan

a fusion with a french one-shot comic. evan wakes up one day without any memory of who he is as a person. connor ends up trying to help him remember. friendship is magic and so is this amnesia because no one knows how the brain works and especially not me

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stripper-patrick · 4 years

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Show me 🎪 Steve Rogers

Warnings: language, fluff, smut, dom!Steve, choking, spanking, restraint, squirting

Sorry I’m late

Tags: @mrsbanreswillseeyou

Relationship: Steve Rogers x black plus sized reader

“I don’t know I just want him to be a little more aggressive in bed. I know he doesn’t wanna hurt me but I just feel like he doesn’t have that side to him” I explain to Wanda. I take a sip of my wine and she nods

“You should definitely say something” she suggests “or hint towards it”

“You know Steve isn’t great at hints”

“You’re right” she nods “oh there he is”

Steve walks over with a smile on his face and a half empty beer bottle in his hand.

“Hi ladies” he smiles at me. Steve wraps his arm around my waist pressing against me

“Ugh I refuse to watch you two love birds. I’ll catch you later” she walks and away and I smile

“Sweetheart” I hum “I heard everything you just said about me not being aggressive in bed”

My eyes go wide and I try to explain that I didn’t mean any harm “shh since you think I don’t have the capabilities to be dominant get your ass upstairs to my room and when I get up there you better be naked and sprawled out”

“Steve” his large hand grabs my neck applying a little bit of pressure and jerking me towards him. I let out a small moan like whimper with a smile.

His voice gets deeper in my ear making me throb in the panties “I didn’t stutter the first time. You have 2 minutes. And I’m counting”

I smile and he lets go. I go upstairs and open his bedroom door. Of course the first thing I always see is the American flag. I take off my dress and my undergarments and lay in his bed just like he requested. Naked and sprawled.

After about 2 minutes just like he said I hear the door open. I sit up on my elbows seeing Steve already undoing his tie and a crazy boner straining his dress pants.

“Stand up” without any hesitation or thought I stand up and he points to the front of the bed. I move to where he wants me and Steve sits on the bench.

He pats his knee and I walk over to him unsure if he wants me to sit on his lap or what. “Lay on my knees I’m gonna teach you a lesson”

I bend over on his knees and he rubs my ass. Steve has never spanked me before. He’s never done anything spicy other than the usual vanilla.

“Count for me” the cold air rushes as his hands leaves my ass then follows suit with a hard smack. I moan feeling the tickling feeling of my arousal streaming down my thighs.

“I can’t hear you”

“One” I moan. Another smack tears me up making my legs rattle. “Two”

He palms me again and I cry out a three. He rubs the spot and starts on the other cheek giving another three spanks.

“Go stand at the foot of the bed” he helps me up and I walk over to the foot of the bed. My legs feel like jelly. Steve comes over and unbuttons the top buttons. He gets on his knees and spreads me legs licking up my dripping arousal on my thighs.

“Steve please” I beg. He stands up and grabs his tie tying my hands to the top of the vertical bed post. My hands hold above my head bound together as he gets back on his knees. He puts my leg on his shoulder and buries his face in my pussy. My head falls back and my eyes roll to my head finally getting the pleasure I’ve needed from him for so long.

I moan feeling him flick his tongue against my clit. My chest rises and falls getting more into it. “Steve”

“Say another word and you won’t cum for the rest of the night”

I whine and he spanks me again. Steve puts my other leg on his shoulder so my toes are dangling and curling as he sucks my pussy like a lollipop.

I exhale sharply and he stops coming up and licking his lips. Steve puts me down and drops his pants. Steve holds onto hands as he slides into my slick pussy with ease. He puts my leg on his shoulder. We’re almost like in a bow and arrow position. He uses my hips as handles to pound me out.

I let out a loud moan and he chuckles “what was all the shit you were talking? Huh? How I’m not dominant enough. Is this good enough for you” he’s very rough and I’m loving ever second of it.

“Ugh oh god yes” I moan

He pulls my hair and sinks his teeth into my collarbone making me cry out “how about now” he kisses the spot where he left bite marks

“Yes Steve yes don’t stop” my mind is running ramped with blank thoughts. I hiss feeling Steve play with my nipple giving it a good squeeze. He moans rubbing my pussy sloppily.

I feel that big black hole open up and I see my orgasm at the other side. “Faster please” he picks up the speed making me grip onto the cuffs.

“Gotdamn fuck it up” I moan

“I’m cumming” he moans. His jaw drops and I feel him enter his thick warm load into me coating my walls.

“Steve” I moan

“Squirt on me” My legs shake and I moan out tugging on the restraints at the top of the bed post. Just as he requests I squirt along his thighs. Black spots invade my vision and my stomach caves as I give out. My head drops as I’m coming down from my high.

He smiles taking off the restraints and I flop on the bed. “I can be very dominant I just didn’t think you were into that type of stuff”

“Well now you know I’m a slut” I laugh in a dazed state of mind.

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mysteryno6 · 3 years

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WHY CAN I NOT TAG THIS PERSON OHMYGOD

LET ME TAG THEM MFING TUMBLR LOOKING LIKE A WHOLE AS S DONKEY POO THAT MY DEAD DOG SHAT NEFORE MY DOG DIED GOTDAMN IT PLEASE

@fuzzyfishsharkbonk

TF YOU MEAN “nO bLoGs FoUnD” I WILL BASH YOUR HEAD INTO MY BATHROOM WALL AND ID DO IT AGAIN ARGHSJSJWNS

Like AM I MISSING ANY DETAIL THAT I DONT SEE 👁👁👁👁 DO I NEED ILLUMI EYES TO SEE THAT SHI

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0skkyye0 · 4 years

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i don’t think i’ve ever felt so gotdamn empty i have been staring at this wall for over an hour & i shit you not it felt like i blinked. completely dissociating & btw, i wanna know where these therapists come from that use terms like that. i know i stopped going to therapy early on but man i went through for therapists & three counselors plus four psychiatrists & NO ONE tells me about borderline or dissociation, no one explained to me my experiences as trauma, nobody told me about the memory loss that accompanies depression & anxiety in children. i mean MAN i learned everything i know from here. i’ve been doing so good for so long this feels like hell, like i can’t explain the difference but going from making progress & getting better & seeing light at the end of the tunnel to being thrown a hundred miles a minute backwards into oblivion like i am shaking. the thing is i REALLY thought i was getting somewhere dealing w my stupid ass childhood issues but turns out i’m STILL just bottling it up & trying to ignore it. i guess the distance between me & my family hid the wounds a little but they are literally deeper than ever. & i’ve talked this out nonstop for years & years & years & bottom line? i need others to take accountability along w me. i used to have a problem w taking responsibility on my own now i feel like i’ve done it so much, even when i felt like i didn’t need to, just to smooth over a situation & i never get it in return. i’ve talked all i want to talk. i’ve said all i want to say. i’ve asked so many times for just one true & sincere apology for everything that fucked me up as a kid but no. that’s undoable. & also now i’m feeling like i just truthfully don’t want to be around my family even IF i get this stupid apology because at this point it’s just that, stupid. i’ve been begging for it for years WHY am i still here waiting? like move ON stupid bitch. but this couldn’t have happened at a worse time like i want to be civil w my family it’s not like i want to NEVER see them. but i’ve learned about their traits i’ve put time into knowing them outside of presents & things to buy for them. but like truly on how they feel & how they act when they feel that way & what i can do to help. & i honestly honestly don’t feel like they’ve done that for me. & maybe that’s because i have this tough exterior you gotta completely shattered in order to get a peak inside but that’s the thing, so is the rest of my family. so i learned to get through your tough exterior where’s that effort when it comes to me? do you know how to tell if i’m really depressed? i’m super short, angry, i don’t know why but i’ve always expressed my sadness as anger unless i’m alone. i always thought it was because subconsciously i think being sad is being weak but WHO KNOWS. i always cannot focus. not even on tv. nothing. my legs feel like a million pounds & i can & will move but not unless it’s for an emergency & if & when i do move you can see the pain it puts me through to do it. i sleep all the time, 12 hours at night & naps throughout the day. i eat everything in sight not because i’m hungry but because i feel empty. do you know what to do when something like this happens? take me outside IF i can move but please don’t force me, draw me a bath, send me funny gifs or pictures of cute animals, tag me in posts literally any post, don’t call me but i might answer a text. do you know what it looks like when i’m anxious? my voice shakes like i’m always about to cry, my legs shake almost excessively to the point where it looks fake or like spasms, my arms & hands shake, my breath is short, i’m freezing, i’m manic & cannot stop moving, i want to rearrange stuff or fix my entire life, i can’t sleep like at all maybe two hours if i’m lucky, i cannot eat physically it makes me want to throw up to even imagine swallowing a bite of food. do you know what to do when this happens? don’t make me talk to much but if i want to talk just listen, don’t get aggravated or aggressive even slightly i will cry instantly, throw a blanket in the dryer then wrap me in it, d

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