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I’m so sad… time for an x reader fan fiction

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The only reason I haven’t slept with this man Is because he’s playing hard to get.

(He’s fictional btw)

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Hi everyone, I wanted to share this copy I made of a painting. I'm finally going back to doing something I love after a very long time.

I hope you like it, if you want you can find more in my etsy shop.

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Well

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Viktor and Jayce Art

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This my oc for that Sandor comic, hope you enjoy ;P

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Sandor x Reader breeding kink pretty please~ 😋🎀

YES 🫵🏻 YES 👏🏻 (why haven’t more ppl asked for this ?? HE HAS SUCH A BREEDING KINK.)

[ p.s if you are who i’m thinking of, i love your edits sm <3 😭 ]

cw; pure filth, porn without plot, breeding kink, rough sex, strong language, creampie, he’s literally fucked you senseless, you’re just his little cumtoy honestly. this is so rushed but i was desperate to write it :(( 18+ !!

got mlist | blog graphics | asks are open

you’re not sure when exactly he sunk his cock into you. hours ago, surely. words are no longer conceivable. your back aches and so does your cunt, but it’s a bloody good pain, and your jaws remain stretched into a silent scream.

his cock has spent more time inside of you than it has in his briefs since your bedding ceremony, and you don’t remember a time in the past hours when you weren’t getting fucked up the mattress.

you choke on a moan, the most noise you’ve managed in a good while, and allow your head to thud back onto the pillow — neck too weak to withstand the weight of it.

the cum he plugged you full of on your wedding night still weeps out around his width, his cock ramming it back into you, mingling with the recent batch he’s not long poured into you.

“good girl.” he grunts into your ear, teeth nipping at its lobe. all you can do is gulp on a staggered breath, your breasts swelling against his chest as you do. he angles your arse flush against the tops of his thighs, thick bush scratching at your slick deliciously. it enables him to spear into you deeper, reaching depths you thought he’d already explored. studying your insides to the utmost — malleable and welcoming — like he intends to memorise every inch that’ll accommodate him. mold you to him, sheath his cock as he does his sword.

your spine arches with a mind of its own and you gargle on a whine, strangled and broken. his hips slam into the undersides of your reddened thighs, jerking your body beneath him. so pliable in his hold. his eyes are glued to your stomach and the little bulge that probes at the flesh below you bellybutton with each thrust, envisioning the ropes of thick white that surely paint your walls. a low growl rumbles from his chest and he fucks into you harder, heavy balls smacking your arse whilst his pelvic bone collides with the rim of your gaping cunt. a milky ring wraps around his base, a lewd sheen coating the length that disappears into you over and over and over again. a mixture of your previous climaxes and his dripping sweat collect in his wiry hairs and they kiss your clit just as hard as his cockhead kisses the gummy roof of your cervix.

it’s all very intoxicating. the sensation of his firm muscles crashing against your smaller self, the way he penetrates you to the hilt, the way his veins palpitate and tendons ripple. you feel him everywhere. in your tummy, in your chest, in your fucking toes. he hikes your legs up to cross around his waist, upping his pace. it’s a torturous rhythm — unforgiving and unrelenting.

every nerve in your body goes numb as your band tightens for what feels like the hundredth time today, ready to snap and unleash another climactic release. once so limp and yielding in his large hands, so lenient and compliant, you stiffen up into his pistoning cock with a broken sob.

“c’mon, that’s it.” he rises on his haunches, yanking your lower-half up with him so he can drill down into your fucked-out hole. you claw for him but can’t reach, opting to stuff one fist into your mouth while the other grapples for the damp sheets — which’ll need burning; no amount of scrubbing will return them to cleanliness.

“squeeze it all out of me.” his teeth are clenched, neck strained and chest heaving. you feel him start to pulsate within you, cockhead starting to leak into your womb — already claimed by the seed you’ve been draining from him since your inebriated mind can recall. “take it all.” he hisses, rutting into you at an animalistic speed with no consistency or control. “fucking take all of it.” he gives your hips a squeeze, punctuating his words with five particularly harsh and arduous pumps.

you’re sure you lose consciousness for a moment, thrashing in his grip like a rag doll as you’re hit like a war-hammer by an almost painful surge of ecstasy. you clamp around him, forcing him to lurch onto his hands and knees, dropping you so his cock is all that unites your bodies, and lazily fucks through his own climax.

the familiar warmth of him emptying his load into your cunt soothes you slightly, and he stills his entirety within you whilst he waits for his balls to secrete everything they have into your well-bred hole. you gasp when he applies pressure to your naval, and feel a stirring where he pushes his fingers.

so fucking full.

“please. . .” you whisper, unable to go beyond anything more. “no more.”

you’re a mess, twinging and throbbing. his softening cock twitches inside of you, refusing to pull out. “need to make sure it takes.” he grunts, massaging gentle circles over your stomach.

“it surely has.” you try to roll over but he pins you in place.

“we’ll see.” he rasps, retracting himself only slightly to scoop a trickle of cum back into you.

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The vibe as of late

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it's always a lannister beefing with a child

(honorable mention)

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lord take all of their suffering & give it to criston cole

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"im tired of living through major historical events" is now "dear lord please let me witness a high profile political assassination in the next 1-2 years. amen"

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OSCAR ISAAC as Marc Spector Moon Knight (2022) Episode 3: The Friendly Type

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in the meantime: study, journal, read more books, sit in silence, listen to music, take walks, take the stairs, do more things alone, do more things with friends, take notice of the small wonders of the world, create a sacred space in your mind