#fuck my pussy with a rake mom

[letscatchufos11]

Katya performing Секси by Lolita

[thee-swampwitch]

flirting in 2022 is just describing the most graphic , grisly murder you want to befall you at the hands of whomever you’re crushing on and i have to say we’ve never been more eroticly enlightened tbh we’ve reached the peak

[daisies-daydreams]

Breeding Kink Ghost Headcanons. Go.

Warnings: Breeding Kink!Ghost, AFAB!Reader/Genitalia, Unprotected Sex, P in V Sex, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Creampies, Lactation Kink, Dirty Talk

Author's Note: A request after my own heart. 😩 I didn't know how to write the reader so I made them AFAB (I hope that's okay).

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

(I’m unashamed to say Simon/Ghost with a breeding kink lives in my mind rent free).

I think his traumatic childhood would make him weary when it came to kids.

Don't get him wrong, Simon loves kids. He will gladly give a friend's child a piggyback ride or tell them his awful dad jokes. He wishes he knew more about how to raise a child of his own, but most of what he knows is how to not treat children (thanks to his jerk of a father).

Both of you talked about having kids, but he'd always hesitate. He honestly didn’t want to bring children into this world. It made his heart ache to think of a young, innocent child possibly being exposed to the horrors that he’s seen (and done).

Babies love him, ironically enough. They always stare and reach for him whenever he’s out.

“Aw, look Si! They want you!” you giggled. His eyes flicked over to the baby gurgling in a shopping cart nearby, their chubby hands grasping towards him. He sincerely doubted your claim, since he was wearing his balaclava out in public and the mom's in the grocery store cast him weary glances from time to time. “Maybe they want you,” he replied, playfully nudging your shoulder. You chuckled and squeezed his hand, the baby squealing for him as his mother quickly pushed the cart away.

It wasn’t until he took you raw one night that something primal in him snapped and rose to the surface.

"Si?" you asked, slightly out of breath. His eyes were locked onto your cunt, his cum oozing out of your puckering entrance. He pressed his fingers down between your lips, slowly shoving his seed back inside you. You arched your back and moaned at how his fingers threatened to push it all the way into your empty womb.

Now he can't help but think about filling you with his cum constantly.

He won't argue if you want to stay on birth control or ask him to use protection, but that feral hunger is always at the forefront of his mind every time you make love.

His favorite place to take you is the bedroom, because he can completely fold you into a mating press while he fucks his spend into your sopping cunt.

You're eyes grow wide when Simon tells you he's finally ready to have kids. He doesn't waste a moment, either, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the bedroom.

“Can’t wait to see you all round with our baby,” Simon growls as his thick cock pistons into you. Your fingernails rake down his back, thick cum from his previous orgasms sloshing around inside your gummy walls. Drool dribbled from the corner of your mouth, your eyes glazed over. “Please Si, can’t-” you choked as your fourth orgasm ripped through you. His hands gripped your calves, his cock feverishly slipping through your swollen folds. “You can do it, love. Just one more,” your husband panted.

It wasn’t long before you showed him a positive pregnancy test. To say he was elated would be an understatement. He couldn’t wait to see you swollen with his child, tits sensitive and leaking with fresh milk.

His sex drive never yielded after you told him. Simon would fuck you with his cock during your early stages of pregnancy, but he would offer to finger you or eat you out just as passionately if you were more comfortable with that.

“Your pussy always tastes so good, sweetheart,” he groaned before going back to lap at your folds. You were well into your third trimester, womb full and almost ready to pop. Your toes curled as his hands snaked up to your breasts, tweaking your nipples until beads of milk began to drip out and smear over his fingertips. You moaned when he slid his milk-coated digits into his mouth, his dark eyes locking with yours. You swallowed thickly when he released his fingers with a wet 'pop'. “Fucking delicious,” he growled.

He’d help you during the entire pregnancy. Setting up the nursery, driving you to birthing classes, taking care of you whenever you have a nasty case of morning sickness. Your husband's there for you, 100%.

After your baby girl Lily was born, Simon’s heart melted into a puddle. His little one had your eyes and his scruffy, dirty blonde hair. The fact that such a small, beautiful creature could even exist amazed him.

Simon tried to hide how much of nervous wreck he was when both of you brought her home. What if something happened while he was away on a mission? Was he really ready to be a father? Could he avoid the same mistakes his own father made?

You assured him that both of you were new to this, and would have to support each other as much as you supported Lily. Simon felt a little more confident after that.

Since he's in the military, he'd have the baby care routine down to a T.

A harsh wail stirred both of you from your sleep. You began to slip out from under the covers before Simon stopped you. “I’ll get her, it's my turn,” he murmured. You yawned and quickly fell back asleep. He stepped over to the crib, Lily crying and thrashing around. Simon gently picked her up with his rough, calloused hands. The baby’s lip pouted as he brought her up to his shoulder. Simon hummed quietly as he patted her back. “It’s alright, Papa's here,” your husband murmured softly. She cooed before falling back asleep in his arms.

He loves taking her out in public. If not in a stroller, then definitely in a baby carrier. He’ll proudly parade Lily around with her strapped to his chest, carrying her through the store, zoo, etc. It's no wonder she became a daddy's girl with how much he fawns over her.

Simon's heart breaks whenever he has to leave both of you behind to go on a mission. He always felt like a huge part of his heart was being left behind, and couldn't stop thinking about how much of your lives he was missing. However, it was always the thought of coming back to his beautiful wife and baby that kept him going.

Thankfully, he returned home from a long mission just in time to hear Lily say her first word.

Your jaw dropped as the pot you were washing clanged into the kitchen sink. Simon was spoon feeding Lily mashed peas when the word bubbled out of her mouth with a giggle. He cleared his throat. “What was that, Lily?” your husband asked. Her eyes sparkled as she pointed a small finger at him. “Dada!” she burst into a loud squeal. You thought he was going to fall over. Instead, he unlatched Lily from her high chair, holding her close to his chest. “That’s right, baby,” he smiled. His heart has never felt fuller.

Johnny’s her godfather, of course. He’d come by every so often to watch her or just to spend time with you all.

All of you were sitting in your living room, a football game playing on the TV. “So, you thinkin' of havin' another one?” Johnny asked innocently as he felt Lily reach for his hand. He chuckled and held out his index finger. She cooed and wrapped her tiny hand around it before trying to shove it in her mouth. You exchanged glances with your husband, heat rising to your cheeks. “We'll see,” Simon said with a hushed voice, his hand sliding over to squeeze your thigh.

It was only a matter of time before he had you beneath him, your knees pushed near your ears as he relentlessly filled you with his cum with hopes of making baby number two.

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Thank you for reading! (Sorry if I got carried away).

[rollingsins]

the secrets that you keep

summary: Vada tells her Mom a little too much. Again. An argument ensues. 

warnings: (+18): smut: pussy-eating, vaginal fingering. reader/vada are both 18+.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: couple of people requested Vada/reader so here you go. let me know if you liked it/what you want to see next! 

“You told your mom we had sex?” 

Vada blinks back at you, confused. Not even a minute ago you’d been on top of her, pressing hot kisses down her neck. And then she’d opened her mouth. Confessed a little too much. As she always did. 

“Yeah. It just kind of- came out.” She chews her lip. “You know how sometimes I talk and talk I can’t stop talking-“ 

You huff. Climb off her. Shuffle to the other side of the bed. 

Mrs Cavell had been so weird when you’d arrived. Overly friendly. Her voice a little higher than usual. And she’d insisted Vada keep her bedroom door open.  A hot flush creeps up your neck and taints your cheeks. This was so embarrassing. 

“Are you mad at me?” 

“Of course I’m mad at you.” You say, voice clipped. “I didn’t want anyone knowing we’d- done that - let alone your mom.” 

Hurt flashes through her features. If you weren’t so annoyed, you might have taken it back. 

“Oh. Alright.” 

She draws her hands into herself. 

“What exactly did you tell her?” You rake your hands through your hair. 

Vada avoids your gaze. 

“Vada!” 

“That we- we did… oral stuff and… I might have mentioned the fingering-“ 

It’s worse than you thought. You stare. 

“Unbelievable.” You snap. “Un-fucking-believable.” 

Blood rushes to your ears. You launch yourself off the bed, grab your things. If it was possible to die of humiliation, you think this might just be the end for you. 

“I’m sorry.” She says, her voice a little small. She draws her legs up to her chest. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” 

“You never mean to do anything, Vada, but you do it anyway.” You say. Irritation flooding through you. 

Vada was like that. One of those people who floated through life never worrying about the consequences of her own actions. You’d found it endearing when you’d first met her. It’s not so cute right now. 

She looks up at you like a naughty child who’s being scolded. 

“So, you do regret it then.” She says. Her stare is piercing, “Even though you told me you didn’t.” 

“I-“ You trail off. Think for a moment. 

“No.” You say, quietly, “I don’t regret it.” 

“But you’re embarrassed by it.” She says, her eyebrows furrowed, “You’re embarrassed by me.” 

She’s hurt, you can tell by the way her voice shakes a little. The irritation is gone. Guilt creeps through you. 

“Of course not. Vada-“ 

“Then why can’t we tell anyone?” She asks. Her eyes are off you now, she’s staring down at her fingers as she picks at them. “I mean. Okay. Maybe I shouldn’t have told my mom-“ 

Your eyebrows fly to your forehead. 

“Maybe?” 

She ignores you. Looks up, eyes shimmering. 

“But why can’t we tell anyone else? Why can’t I tell Nick? Why can’t we tell people at school?” 

“Because it is embarrassing.” You say, flush creeping into your cheeks, “Sex. Not just sex with you, Vada. In general.” 

“I don’t think it’s embarrassing.” She says, voice quiet.  “I liked having sex with you. I’m not embarrassed to tell people about it.” 

“Clearly.” You mumble. Your eyes fall to the door. You wonder if Vada's mom can hear you arguing. 

Vada chews at her lip again. She does that when she’s insecure, you’ve noticed. You swallow hard. The last thing you wanted to do was make her feel like you didn’t want her. 

You sigh. Move over to the bed. Hesitant, you brush a strand of hair from her eyes. 

“I’m sorry.” You say. She’s staring up at you through mournful, brown eyes. “I’m not embarrassed by you. I’m not embarrassed by- what we did.” 

Her expression doesn’t change. She doesn’t believe you. You try again. 

“When we had sex it was- new. And confusing for me.” You confess. “It’s still confusing for me.”

She looks away. You take her hands between yours, try to draw her attention back to you. 

“But I liked having sex with you too.” You say. Her eyes lock back to you. “And I want to do it again.” 

A slight smile tugs at her lips. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.”

You tilt your face closer to hers, capture her lips in a soft kiss. You feel her relax. Entwine your fingers with hers. When you pull away, her eyes are still closed. You nudge your nose against hers. 

“You should tell Nick. And anyone else you want.” 

She grins. “Really?” 

You nod. “Just- please don’t tell your mom anything else, okay? About the sex. It’s not fun for any of us.” 

Vada nods. “Okay. Sounds like a deal.” 

She leans in, kisses you again. 

“So, about that sex we’re going to continue having…” Her eyes twinkle. She tugs on the band of your jeans. 

“Vada-“ You sigh into her mouth. “We can’t. Your mom-“ 

“-Is downstairs.” 

She’s slipping her tongue into your mouth. Guiding your hands to her hips. Not a trace of insecurity now. This is the Vada you love. Bold, confident. No fucks to give. You sigh happily into her mouth. She’s wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and those orange basketball shorts she likes so much. Your fingers brush the waistband. Arousal surges through you. She releases your lips, moves her hand down to guide yours. 

She slips your hand into her underwear, bites her lip as your fingers brush the length of her. You groan as you feel the velvet of her folds, already coated wet with her arousal. You coat your fingertips with her wetness, rub gentle circles over her clit. 

You brush your nose against hers. Her eyes are hooded, pupils wide with arousal. You dip your fingers down further to her entrance, kiss her jaw as you slip a finger inside her. 

She’s impossibly warm, and so tight. Your mouth falls open as you slip another in. She grips around your fingers, making these noises, satisfied little sighs every time you brush her clit with your thumb. 

You tilt your head again, watch the door. Well aware Vada’s mom could round the corner and find you two fingers deep inside her daughter. 

Vada’s hands are on your face, tugging you back to her. She wants your attention, kisses you desperately as you draw your fingers in and out. She’s getting wetter with each curl of your fingers. The way she’s sighing into your mouth, pussy tightening around your fingers, you can tell she’s close. 

“Fuck.” You whisper against her lips. Your mouth waters, “I want to eat you out so bad.” 

She makes a noise low in her throat, her cunt squeezes impossibly tight around your fingers.

“Yes. Please.” Her voice is thick with arousal. You can’t resist any longer. 

You retract from her, pull her further down the bed. She gasps as you withdraw your fingers, then as quick as you can, tug her shorts down her legs. 

She looks so pretty with her legs spread like this, pussy gorgeous and wet and swollen for you. You no longer care if the door is wide open, you have to have her now. 

You press your lips against her inner thighs, tease her. Her hands are in your hair, trying to guide your mouth to where she wants you. She’s soaked with arousal, you lick it off her thighs, clean her up a little. She tastes so good, bittersweet, as amazing as she had the last time you’d done this. You loop your arms around her thighs, pull her close to you. Her smell is intoxicating, it makes your mouth water. You lean down, press your lips against her folds. 

She moans, a little loud, her thighs tighten around your head. Encouraging you. 

“Shh.” You whisper into her thigh. “You have to be quiet, okay?”

She nods, desperately. You kiss her thigh once more. 

Now you’ve had a taste of her, you can’t get enough. You lick a broad stripe from her entrance to her clit, mouth watering at her taste. You dive in, licking and sucking. She likes when you lap at her entrance, you realize, the way her hands grip tighter in your hair. She likes it even better when you take her clit between your lips and suck hard. You alternate, kissing, licking, exploring her, until her thighs are gripping tight around your head and her back is arching into the mattress. 

She’s moaning again, too loud. You’re too far gone to care now. You lap at her, drink her in. 

You gasp as you feel her orgasm, fresh wave of cum drizzling into your waiting mouth. She pants, grip slackening as she comes down from her high. You press a few more kisses to her thighs, lick every last drop of her you can find. 

Then, you kiss your way up to her lips. Let her taste herself on you. 

“Whoa.” Vada says. You can feel the thrum of her heartbeat as you press your lips to her chest. “That was even better than the first time. And the first time was good-”

“Shh.” You murmur, pressing your lips to hers, “You’re ruining the moment.” 

“Sorry.” Vada says. She drops her head back into the mattress. “I never know when to stop.” 

You lay there a moment, rest your head on her chest. 

“Girls!” Vada’s mom’s voice from down the hall snaps you out of your reverie. You lift your head, roll off her body. “It’s quiet up there. Everything okay?”  

Vada groans. 

“We’re fine, mom, we’re just watching a movie!” She yells out. 

There’s a long pause. You throw Vada her pants, help her tug them back on. 

“Why don’t you come watch it downstairs?” 

It’s not a question. Vada falls back into the pillows, lets out a dramatic huff. You swallow hard. Vada’s mom totally knows what you’ve been doing up here. 

You smack her stomach, gently. 

“I told you to be quieter.” 

“Ow.” She rubs her stomach. Sits up with you. “How was I supposed to be quiet when you were doing that.”

She loops her arms around your shoulders. Leans in to press a kiss to your lips. You relent. Hum against her lips. 

“Girls!” 

Vada groans again. Pulls away. 

“We’re coming! Jesus!”

[honeyshiddendesire]

I’ll Teach You

Warnings: INCEST PLAY (big sis/little brother)! Bimbofication! Slut Training! Vaginal penetration! Fingering! Oral sex! (M) throat fucking/gagging/choking all the works! Praise & degradation kink! Size kink! Older reader! Spanking! Hair pulling! Whore training!

POSSIBLE DARK/DEAD DOVE CONTENT

*you've been warned so don't come for me*

Summary: Eustass was the friend to your little brother, Killer. As you’re on the phone he overhears you complaining to your mom that no one likes you in your class. Confronting you about it he tells you that your mama bluffed so she wouldn’t hurt your feelings but he was willing to help you.

*banner*

“Guys want a slut.”

“That big brain of yours is good for later as a wife but right now … guys wanna see how well you take a cock.”

“Ah fuck- that’s it big sis look at you go.” Eustass had a wicked grin as he looked down at you. Your hair wrapped in his big hands as he thrust into your stretched open mouth. Gagging you with the heavy girth as he pinched your nose for a few seconds before pulling you off to spit in your mouth.

“No idea how fuckin’ pretty you look right now- shit-  this is how you should be everyday.” Rubbing his large hand all over your face to smear the tears, mascara, precum & spit that was there. Smushing your cheeks together roughly making you whimper before he tapped his cock back onto your lips. Rubbing the leaky tip on your lips like he was trying to apply lipstick made of his seed.

“You look wrecked. It’s so fucking hot.”

Opening your tongue right up like he taught you had him barking out a proud laugh. Wrapping your hair in a ponytail he fucked his cock back into your obedient throat. “There we fuckin’ go big sis. That’s what the hell I’m talkin about.”

“Fuuuuuck. If you’re this good at suckin’ dick then I can’t wait to see that pussy game.” Eustass grunted dropping his head back as he put a leg on the couch that you knelt in front of. Putting his hands on the back of the couch he thrust into your throat, pinning you against the sofa.

“Mmphhh!” You gagged against his meaty cock as he fucked your face into the side of the couch. It was hot how he just used your face like he would your cunt. It made you sneak a hand under your skirt, pushing your soaked panties to the side with a muffled sigh.

“You’re such a good listener big sis -fuck- fast learner too. Shit big sis can’t believe you need me teaching you how to be a slut.“ Eustass’ voice was breathy as he fucked into your throat, groaning when he felt you claw his thigh.

Pulling back with a coo he looked at you gasping for air, his heavy cock pushing against your cheek making you whimper. Tongue coming out again with heavy pants, eyes dazed as you looked up at Eustass for his next moves.

“Say what I taught you.” Eustass growled out as he grabbed your hair. Sitting on the couch with you on your knees, hair in his hand waiting on your response.

“P-please use me. I need your cock to fuck me in my slutty holes and fill me full of your cum.” You answer while spreading your legs for him to see how soaked you were. The bold action making him hum with satisfaction, “Good girl. See I knew my big sis had the potential to be the best cock slut ever. Okay, come ride my dick. I wanna see that pussy split apart.”

“But y-you’re so big.” You whimper making him tug your hair to pull you close. “I wasn’t asking sis. You’re my little freeuse slut and that means you hop on and ride me when I tell you to.”

Leaning back he put his hands on the back of the couch lounging as he waited on you. “Besides it’s dick…it’s good for you, think of it like a vitamin. Vitamin D. Ha! Ya need it to live so hurry up and start ridin’.” He barked out patting his thigh.

Standing up you removed the rest of your clothes making him whistle as he spun his finger around. You did a slow turn letting his eyes rake over your body like the piece of meat he wanted you to be. “Pretty one ain’t ya sis.” Eustass teased as he spanked your ass when it was in front of his face.

“Hop on this cock, slut.” He groaned out as he stroked his thick cock, thumb running over his leaky tip. Licking his lips as he watched you climb on top and spread your pussy open. “Yeah, just like that.”

“Nngh ahh! Fuck! Kidd~it’s too big still.” You whimpered with teary eyes as his thick cockhead opened up your wet pussy. “Ahhhh wait Kidd! Too big it h-hurts.” You plead going to lift yourself back up but his calloused hands on your hips pull you down roughly. Thrusting his veiny cock up as he pulls you down flush to his hips.

“Shhhh just take it like a good girl and quit cryin’ sis. Fuck- bimbos do as they’re told. Period.” He growled as he slammed you down on his dick making you scream. The tip instantly slapping into your sweet spot with its slight curve and fat tip.

Kidd smirked when he felt your pussy clench and flutter around him, wetness coating the base of his cock making his mouth water. “Tight little cunt you got.”

Eustass gripped your ass cheeks, kneading and spreading them apart before grinding you on his cock. “Ahhh! Fuckfuckfuck!” You moan out as his tip rolls into your spot. Pulling his hand back before swatting it down on your ass causing you to yelp. Lifting you up to the tip before bringing you back down with a deep moan. Raspy and heavy as he threw his head back against the couch.

“Fuck - I needed this.” Eustass grunted as he manhandled you on his cock, your hands clawing at his massive shoulders. “Men need a nice cunt to bully their stress in- fuck- you were made for this shit sis.” Hearing him praise and objectify you made your body burn in shameful desire.

You felt sexy like you wanted to please him. Knowing that just your pretty pussy is the cure to a man’s rough day only makes you wetter. All those pointless awkward conversations out the window knowing all you needed to do was relinquish control, submit to your slutty side and spread your legs. The realization was incredible and you found yourself bouncing on his cock with newfound enthusiasm.

“Hell yeah get in to it. Lil nerd finally letting go and being the whore she was meant to be. So fuckin perfect. That’s it sis, turn off that big brain of yours until all that’s left is takin dick.” Eustass’ words put you in a trance and you couldn’t help the noises that it caused.

Wet slapping sounds, squishing walls and moans filled the living room as you rode the hell out of Eustass. Thick cock hitting all the right spots till you were throwing your arms around him begging to let you cum. “Pleasepleaseplease lemme cum lil brother please. I’ve been good right? Please let me cum! You can cum inside me too! Please I just need it so bad~!” You begged perfectly for the man, he couldn’t have been more proud of the slut he created.

Taking you and pinning you down to the couch he fucked into your cunt. Legs on his shoulders as he leaned over you, fucking your pussy deeper. Screams leaving you as your back arched. “Yes thank you! I need your cock all the time please~!” Your words weren’t even registering in your brain at this point and Kidd loved it.

“I’m tellin’ ya Y/N you’re a natural. Honestly I might have to keep you for myself. Shhiiit-fuck I’ma cum. Dammit not before you.” Kidd growled as he felt himself twitch. Pushing your legs back till your knees were at your ears he began thrusting harder.

“Eustass! Lil-little brother! You’re making me so full.” You whine and it makes Kidd’s brow twitch.

“No way in hell I’m coming before you nerd.” He grunted as he rubbed your aching clit, fingers rubbing over your quickly with all your slick that dripped out. “I wanna see you squirt on my cock like a good bimbo . Tongue hanging out panting like a little bitch while I’m pumpin’ this pussy full.”

“Anything you want, brother please ~!” Your hands clawing at the cushions with whines and broken moans. “Wanna cum on my cock? Show me what all these guys are missing.” Kidd groaned as he felt your gooey walls tugging him in, dripping to his balls that slapped into you. Sticking your tongue out you stared at him with a pleasing expression he was becoming obsessed with.

“That’s my fast learner.” Eustass smirks as he spits into your open mouth. Enjoying the whimper as you swallow and open back up to repeat it once more. “So fucking good.”

“Cum with me sis. Cum all over your little brother’s big fat cock.” Eustass grinned as he slapped your clit a couple times before rubbing it again.

“Ahhhh haaa nnngh fuuuuuckkmeeeeeee! EUSTASS!”

Eustass bit his lip to cover up the whimper that left him as your pussy clamped down on his cock. Wetness gushing out to splash back in your face had him fucking his cum into your cunt. “Damn that’s hot.”

“Take this load babe.” Kidd grunted as he rocked into your cunt, cum seeping out the side a bit. A groan leaving him as you clenched and fluttered around him squirming.

“S’to much K-Kidd~” You whine but Eustass only laughs shaking his head. “Nah there’s still a lot you need to learn. For now~ you didn’t do too bad…sis.”

“Ugh can’t believe you had me call you that!” You grumbled swatting his chest as he pulls you on his lap sitting down. Practically giving you whiplash from the transition. Eustass only slapped your ass with a laugh.

“Ah What can I say? If you run into a guy like me he’ll be thankful you’re already trained in the nasty shit.”

“Thought you were gonna keep me?” You teased him pinching his cheeks causing Kidd to blush.

“I m-mean w-why would I do that…y-you’re a total nerd.” His flustered expression was cute and you stored it mentally for later.

“Good thing you’re teaching me to be the perfect bimbo whore right lil brother?”

[v3nusxsky]

best friends mom!emily prentiss and reader. where readers bsf invites her to join their vacation for winter break and r accepts not knowing that emily was her best friends mom that she has been fucking for weeks. a few days there, r decides to go to in the hot tub, emily joins after without thinking. emily and r has unbearable tension so they fuck in the hot tub while emily’s ex husband and r’s best friend are out skiing.

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MILF!18+

*Authors note~ I love the Emily prompts so much and I missed writing for my favourite lady*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink semi public sex, cheating milf Emily x 21 year old reader

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

Delilah happened to be your best friend of 2 years, you'd met at college and instantly became thicker than thieves. For anyone who didn't know your story, it appeared you'd been friends for years. Yet realistically you didn't know each others family or home towns, you knew each others college lives inside and out. Delilah mentioned a family vacation she was being taken on and allowed a plus one, which was going to be her ex boyfriend, but the key word there was Ex. So it had all been payed for, she offered you to join in, knowing you'd been swept up in meeting the mystery girl, you'd return covered in love bits and satisfied for a few days. The cycle would repeat but you refused to divulge much information, only offering her gender and saying she's older, but god damn amazing in bed. So the break would do you the world of good.

That was how you found yourself and your best friend driving up to the cabin. A skiing holiday. Both singling obnoxiously loud to a special playlist of all your favourites. The emotional response would change from breakups to sexy to sad to happy and in love, a true mix but all of them loved by you both. When you arrived at the cabin you got all settled in your room before Delilah's dad and step mother arrived.

The shock of your life came when you saw your secret lover stood next to the man Delilah addressed as dad. "Emily" she nodded at your secret lover and that's when your eyes met, she was just as shocked to see you here too. Neither of before realised you were talking of the same girl. Delilah. You knew her as li and Emily addressed her as Delilah, so truly it was understandable how one didn't connect the two. Emily of course told you of her failing arranged marriage, her mother unwilling to accept that Emily was Lesbian so she arranged the marriage with a wealthy man, it made her look good so what was Emily's happiness to her?

With a nervous hi to both adults you began to listen in to what was going on. Delilah and her dad wanting to hit the slope as soon as possible, Emily hoping to stay back at the cabin maybe get a little nap in. So they were completely divided which meant they turned to you. "Uh um I could stay here with Emily? I could do with a nap, I'll hit the slopes tomorrow with you li?" You murmured hoping it would be okay.

Soon enough it had been decided li and her dad would hit the slopes and you and Emily would hang back here. As soon as they both left, Emily made her way to where you were staying, "that's your li?" She murmured as her eyes raked over your body. "You have a step daughter and a mommy kink em?" You teased watching as she smiled and came closer to you to steal a kiss. "Shut up princess you have no problem with calling me mommy when I'm attending to that pretty pussy of yours" she murmured against your lips before shoving you against the wall, the moment your back connected with the wall you let out a ridiculously loud moan. "Now now princess don't scream too loud or we will get caught" she teased before removing herself from you, "get a swim suit on, there's a hot tub and Im sure you'd hate to leave mommy all alone in there" she purred adding a quick swat to your bottom before heading to change.

By the time you had changed, Emily had already found herself in the hot tub, her burgundy swim sit hardly containing her plentiful boobs from spilling out over the cups. Her head lolled back in relaxation as the steam rose hitting cold air. "Mommy?" You whimpered as your need clouded your mind. It had been way too long since you'd had your lips on her pert buds, or lapping at her slick folds, hell you missed being dicked down by her strap. You missed your mommy and here and now with her like that, you just had to have her. "Join me princess" she murmured not even bothering to open her eyes as you scurried to join her.

The water was warm and you couldn't help but moan slightly as it washed over your skin, taking a seat next to Emily. "Now now princess you know mommy likes you on her lap" she murmured causing you to now straddle her lap. "Hello pretty girl" she murmured before kissing you hard enough to make your toes curl. "Mommy" you whined rolling your hips, only to find out she's packing.

"Mommy need you" you whined into her ear. "Princess it's been a few days since we you've had mommy, such a needy little slut aren't you?" She murmured before freeing her strap. "Gonna ride me like a good girl" she demanded really before slipping the binki bottom material to the side before allowing you to sink onto the faux dick.

"Oh mommy, fuck yes more" you whimpered eyes rolling back your head as you felt her hit that spot inside you only she could find. "Come on baby. Let mommy use that pretty pussy of yours" she murmured and you began to bounce on the strap. The hot tub jets adding bubbles to hide what was going on, "mommy mommy fuck want bed" you murmured in coherently. Quickly hoping off her strap you stumbled from the hot tube and to the bedroom you were staying in. Emily got on your heels.

Immediately you were bent over the bed, strap entering your core once more, this time pace being ruthless and erratic, "fuck princess feel so good. Take it. Take mommys cock. Fuck squeezing me so good baby" she moaned as to simply laid there taking the brutal assault, murmuring incoherent words and pleads. "Mommy! Love you mommy mommy please" you whimpered, "gonna cum" you warned. "That's it princess come for me. That's it good girl"

Emily fucked you through your orgasm before slipping from your core and moving to kiss you, "oh princess this holiday is going to be so much fun, now go clean up and look busy they'll be back soon, I love you princess" she murmured before leaving the room to freshen up.

Word count~ 1188

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

since you want incest stories, i got one! andy barber remarried and has a step daughter who doesn't listen on what he says and wears slightly revealing clothes. so he decided to punish her for it

Andy's Reward

The mirror fogs up in your parents bathroom, air humid as hell from the showers hot water. The temperature rises, makes your wet, smooth cocoa brown skin warm to the touch. The steam billows from underneath the closed door like a thick mist but your oblivious to it all as you spread your legs wider on the shower floor, shower head aimed between your legs.

The water shoots out in firm streams colliding against your sensitivite clit and you have to bite your bottom lip hard to prevent from moaning aloud. It feels too fucking good, makes your head thump back against the wall of the shower as you move the shower head left to right slowly. Your brown and caramel ombre braids get a bit wet as you lose yourself in the sensations between your legs.

Your pussy flutters, the empty feeling in your core making your mind drift to the only man you wanna fuck. Your step father's face swims in you're mind making you shiver. Fuck, what would he do if he could see you now? Maybe slip his hands into his pants to stroke his girth as he listened to your soft moans. Would he scold you for being such a little slut for him? You fuckin hope so.

"Haaaaah, oooh fuck.. ah, ahaa shit.. Mmmmm.."

The throbbing below intensifies as you imagine him doing just that; has small gasps swimmin up your throat as you try and fail to stay silent. You really don't care if Andy hears you, fuckin want him to so damn much. But you don't think you could look your hardass mom in the eye ever again if she did. Since your not sure if shes left for the day yet, you try your hardest to keep quiet as you think about ya mother's fine ass husband.

It's sending you straight to the heavens visualizing Andy standing over you, dick tenting in his suit, as he spanks your ass unforgivingly. He'd stare, gorgeous blue eyes raking over you with intense desire, licking at his sensual pink lips as his hands roamed every inch of your young body. What you really wanna feel is the sting of his punishment, have the palm of his hand printed on your ass for days.

It's no use trying to stave off your orgasm anymore, the bubbling beating building as you switch to spray quick small circles on your clit. You pulsate intensely as you daydream of your step dad sticking his clothed dick between your firm brown ass cheeks as his big hands paints them red.

Andy doesnt usually speak in your minds eye, so it completely throws you off track when you hear a knock coupled with his sexy commanding tone speaking on the other side of the door.

"Hey, I really needa shower. You've been in there over an hour, honey. Gotta finish up now sweetheart, its my turn."

It's impossible to comprehend what he says through the pounding in your ears, only know his voice is the extra little push you need to gush all over the shower floor. You throw caution out the window and let your agonized moans out into the air freely. Your hips hump upwards repeatedly, wishin to God Andy would come in to assist you. You don't meant squeal his name, your sounds uncontrollable as you move the shower head closer to pussy.

"Uh, uh! Oh! Andyyyyyy! Ohfuckfuck, feelsoooogood! F-fuh! AH!! Uh, Daddyyyy!"

Your orgasm amplifies, noisy unauthorized pleas for Andy to do any and everything to you slip out knowing he's just on the other side of the door. Was he listening? Maybe touching and groping his big dick through his black jogging pants; they're your fave ones that leave nothing to the imagination. Fuck, maybe he pulled his cock out for a stroke after listening to you whine his name.

When you're finally done cumming you realize how quiet it is outside the bathroom door. It's undeniable that he heard you, knows you were thinking of him as you played with your little puss in his shower. You can't help but to be a little apprehensive as you stand, shut off the shower and step out to dry off.

When you finish and open the door you step into your parents empty bedroom, a lavender towel slung around your damp body. Andy is nowhere in sight. You do however see the time on your mothers blinking alarm clock and race to your bedroom. Clothes already laid out on your bed, you hastily rub on your favorite lotion and get dressed. After fixing the part in your hair, you take a glance out your bedroom window from the second floor.

Your mom's small black Mercedes sits in the driveway, Andy's suv is missing from its usually spot parallel from hers. SHIT! You had hoped she was outta the house already. Would Andy tell her what he just witnessed? Well he could try but your mother hardly ever gave him more than 5 minutes of her time. Made you wonder if she wasn't getting attention from him, then who?

You just dont understand how your she's able to stay away away from her smart, handsome new husband. Only married for 6 months, she spends her time with anyone, anywhere else. As a young adult, it been like a decade since you wanted to be attached to your mother's hip so on some level you were happy she stayed gone and away from the house. (This just meant Daddy was left home all alone, perfectly wrapped gift just for you.)

And when she was home, she constantly complained about him wanting to spend time with her. You know for a fact they haven't fucked since their honeymoon months ago. It was baffling considering you'd be honored to sit on the man's dick, be his perfect little hole to fuck into at the drop of a pin.

Grabbing your backpack, you bound down the stairs, taking two at a time. Your tits and ass flop up and down wildly, the ripped, black denim booty shorts and sheer, thin, too small spaghetti strap doing nothing to help contain them.

Rounding the corner to the kitchen, expecting the worst, you see Andy there alone. He's bent over the counter with back to you, scrolling on his phone. Your mother's thankfully nowhere in sight, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Your shoulders lower a bit, some of the tension in your body leaving you. Opening the fridge door, you loudly announcing your presence.

The noise makes Andy's back straighten immediately, standing at his full height refusing to face you. You break the awkward silence after taking a swig of juice from the carton and setting it back on the shelf.

"Where's mom?" Closing the door to the fridge you lean against its and stare at his backside.

"She's, uh.. She's already gone for the day. Let her use my truck.." He is voice trails off like that's the last thing on his mind.

"Surprise, surprise." Sarcam laces your tone as your eyes travel up and down Andy's figure.

He's still wearing his navy blue muscle shirt and black jogging pants from his run. A light perspiration still covered his athletic frame; must be why he needed a shower. Makes his skin glisten and you're instantly a bit jealous you didn't get a front row seat to see him work up that sweat; witness for yourself how his chubby dick looked swingin while he worked out.

The defined muscles in his shoulders and back look stiff as a board. He stands stagnant against the counter. You wish you could see his eyes; really wanted know what the hell he was thinking. Was he mad? Maybe horny? Lord knows you are. It's hard to ignore your weepy little puss dripping straight into your shorts since you skipped out on panties today.

"Look," Andy begins, finally turning to face you.

He stops dead in his tracks once he sees your outfit. Can almost see your dark nipples in your damn near see through shirt. If you could call that a shirt. It's more like a scrap of cloth, barely covering your voluptuous breasts. And your shorts are no better; the outline of your little pussy lips peek out at him through the fabric. Andy can only imagine what the fuck you look like from the back.

His cheeks heat up, but not from embarrassment. He's fuckin pissed! First he catches you playin with yourself when your motherly could have easily returned and done the same. You moaned his name like his own personal floozy while cumming, then skip in here like nothing fuckin happened. Him turning around to see you dressed like a build-a-whore is icing on the cake.

"What. The fuck. Are you wearing.." Andy speaks through clenched teeth as he continues to assess your outfit.

His 180 from normal to enraged gives you whiplash. It kinda scares you a bit. His tone prevents you from answering right away, afraid to say the wrong thing to your furious step father. He glares at your scantily clothed body as your moans from the shower play on loop in his head.

"Andy, I-" your quick to silence yourself as he stomps your way angrily.

The stiff bobbing tent in his pants catches your attention immediately as he slips his cell in his pocket. He backs you up into the fridge, large palms laying flat on each side of your head. His strong athletic build and brawny arms cage you into place as he presses his rigid dick against you. It's so hot and hard that you gasp aloud. Your eyes involuntarily dart down to Andy's twitching bulge protruding from his pants, before snapping them back to his as he starts to speak.

"I don't know what the fuck has gotten in to you today but I've had enough. Normally I'm good with your bratty ass behavior. From you're bad ass not so secretly starin at my dick in front of your mother or purposefully fuckin rubbin against me when I let you sit in my lap. But today you've gone too God damn far. Naked. NOW."

The way he irrefutably snarls his demand has your pussy drooling as you think about if you should comply. He takes a small step back to give you space to undress, eye fucking you blatantly while he crosses his arms on his chest. There really isn't any room to decline or try to escape. Andy looks fuckin pissed; your not sure sure what he'd do to you if you tried. Your heart pounds in your chest as you think about if you wanna find out.

No, You stash that game away for another time as you strip outta your shirt. He's intently focused on every inch of you, especially the way your tits swing low as you bend to peel your shorts from your full figured hips. You step outta them and toss your clothes to the side as you put your naked body on display for Andy.

"You're so fuckin pretty, honey. So God damn perfect for me huh?" His tone softer this time.

He ogles you fixedly, appreciating the almost ethereal glow to your perfect brown skin. Fuckin fat 8" dick so intolerably taut, he unsheathes it and starts to pump. Stiff nipples stare back from perky plump round tits making him wanna wrap his lips around them, suck em to see what kind of pretty noises you would make.

And normally he would do that, get you nice and wet to take his large prick. Not today, not after your infuriating behavior. You were going to learn the kind of Daddy he was. And he's not the type to compensate mischievous behavior.

"Fuck you're gonna regret actin' up sweetheart. Seems like you needa reminder of whose really in charge. I'm gonna show you what I can do to a little bratty girl like you. So keep your mouth fuckin shut, be my good princess and I might just reward you."

Andy traces a finger down the sides of your pillowy soft breasts to your tummy. Doesn't stop till he gets to the wet stickness covering the inside of your thick chocolate thighs. He scoops at your arousal, takes a moment to groan and savor your taste as you softly tremble in anticipation. Fuck, you had an unbearable craving for him to lick up into your drippin pussy but your step father has other plans.

Andy bends at the knees, his strong solid forearms hooking behind your knees. When he stands you're spread wide over his angry lookin dick; the motion so flawlessly swift that you gasp. The head of his cock settles at your entrance and your drenched little puss starts to drip on him. You've never seen one so big and it makes you nervous as fuck. Will he fit?

He doesn't give you more than a second to ponder this before his hips buck into yours, skewering you with the tip of his wide dick. The stretch is fucking brutal; has your head thunking against the fridge door as you cry out. Your nails dig into his shoulder and you blankly stare at the ceiling above. Fuck, he's HUGE!

But your stepfather doesn't think your response is visceral enough. Plants his feet, aims for your soaked hole and bounces you on his dicks head. The muscles in his thigh strain as he uses gravity to help fuck you viciously. He's not even in halfway but your sobs are loud, y/e/c eyes tearing up as you push and whine at him frantically.

"Sweetheart, if you wanna keep fightin me, I can more than bet you Daddy can really give you somethin to fight me about." He warns you and wrecks you simultaneously.

Andy's doesn't give a damn, smiles proudly at his handiwork. He quickly pulls out only to slam back in, penetrateing your quivering walls with frenzied strokes. He's presses his pecs to your tits, can feel how your heart beat hammers in your heaving chest. The feeling of his warm breath tickles your ear. His palms are scalding on the top of your thighs as he forces the first few inches of his dick into you repeatedly while your wails fill the kitchen.

"A-And- pleeeease! Toomuch, itstoooobig! Hah! Andyyyyyy, pleasepleaseplease! Ohfuh- AH!"

Those pretty pleas are music to your stepfather's ears as he attempts to spear you further. Your pussy resists, clenching around him hard, seemingly trying to strangle his cock. The hold of your tortured little puss has him groaning his pleasure through clenched teeth as it prevents him access.

"Open up for Daddy- aaaahfuuuck!- lemme in, honeeeey."

Andy sharply shoves into you, his strong hips knock into yours roughly, the unintentional pushing on your throbbing clit leaving you to pant heavily. It's not enough to make you cum but it does compel your delicate walls to flutter rapidly, finally offering him the chance hastily probe deeper. His breath puffs out triumphantly as he finally gets in halfway.

You sqeal, eyes wide as saucers while you scratch and slap at his face, shoulders and neck. Your weak blows do nothing. Andy doesn't even notice as he stares hungrily at the where he invades your feeble body. He's feral with how he punishes you and you're helpless, completely defenseless to the gratingly deep strokes that threaten to break you. Andy's groaning at your ear increases in volume but you're too fucked out to notice.

"Fuck! Sooogood! Gonna make me bu-shit! Fuckin bust before I even g-get all the way in princess."

The pressure in your tummy is overwhelming, makes your eyes roll back and arms hang limply at your sides. All of your energy goes into breathing as your pliant frame sags against the fridge door. Overstimulation sparks like wild fire and your tears finally fall from your long lashes and stretching down your cheeks.

"Ahhhhhh fuuuuuck y/n, can't take this tiny lil pussy! Milkin my dick sooooo good, perfect girl. Myperfectgirl, soooo goodtome! FUCK!"

You moan as Andy tugs his dick from your destroyed little puss, letting your legs slide from his arms to the floor. You wobble on your feet before your knees buckle and you slump downward, eye level with his dick. You almost fight your muddled mind to stay conscious and try to breathe while he tightly grips you your braids and aims his cock at your dazed face.

Your stepfather howls as he sprays a massive spurt of cum at your open mouth. The hot liquid runs messing down your chin as the next one splashes heavily against your cheek. You close your eyes as his cum rains down your face like a hot ass waterfall. Andy can't take his eyes off you as he paints your face.

"Haaaaah! Holy fuuuuck y/n! Ahhh, feelssogood baby girl! YoursogoodtoDaddy!" His praises for you jumble together as the pleasure in his dick rises.

His 6th shot takes him by surprise. It's fucking intense and has his thick dick convulsing in his hand. He aims at your gorgeous tits, still holding you in place by your braids, watching intently as he sprays your flawless brown skin milky white with his nut. Andy groans loudly at the way he let's the rest of his release leak on your perfect stiff nipples.

Your stepfathers quick to grab his cell and snaps more than a few pictures of your ruined state. You're damn near shell-shocked, beyond willing to accept whatever he decides to do. But your so fuckin greatful he didnt get a chance to get to the hilt, you know now how much more ferocious that'll be.

He gives a small appreciating hum when he notices you still swallowing around his cum. Andy sticks his phone back in his pocket, finally letting go of your hair as he uses a finger to push a glob of his cum back between your lips.

"Did you like Daddy's reward, honey?"

[angelsanarchy]

Elecktrick Children: One Long Weekend- Epilogue Clyde + Y/n

Tagging:@roryculkinluvr@siriuslymooned@cc-luvr@crypticsewerslut@icarus-star@desert-springtime@shady-the-simp@izuoyarmin@mayathepsychic1999

Clyde had come home from working and immediately got in the shower. He wanted to be ready to receive Y/n once she got home because of her terrible work week. Since moving in with one another, Clyde found that they had fallen seamlessly into a life together, having dinner every night, still going to shows on the weekends. He had even taken her home to meet his dad and step mom. Their lives revolved around one another in the best ways possible.

Y/n was exhausted. She had recently gotten a new position with a magazine and he criticized every one of her photos and yet still made sure to use them on the best articles. She had to actually fight for him to "remember" to credit her on the bottom of the photos just so she could get a paycheck. She spent her whole lunch break complaining to Clyde about him and asking him if they could just kill him and toss him in the desert. Clyde had offered her a compromise that she seemed to be okay with.

Now she was finally on her way home with take out ready to spend the weekend with Clyde as he had promised that once she got home, he would get her insanely high, rub her feet and let her beat him in any Nintendo game she wanted. She carried her bags inside and could see Clyde had already pulled out plates and the weed tray.

"I'm home!" She called out and Clyde walked out in only black sweatpants, bare feet and wet hair fresh from the shower.

"Hey baby, I've already got everything set out. I'm going to roll at least 3 joints since its been a tough week." Clyde started to turn the TV on and Y/n dropped the food on the counter, stripping her bags off and staring at him. She hadn't felt this feral in a while just staring at her boyfriend in his most pure form.

"Go get comfortable, I'll bring the food over to the-"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She finally spoke and Clyde froze, still crouched down in front of the TV. He looked confused.

"Um...what?" He asked almost concerned by the look of digust on her face.

"You...look at you." Clyde looked down at himself before staring.

"What? What's wrong?" He stood unsure of what she was referring to.

"You can't just be a perfect boyfriend and insanely fucking sexy in just sweatpants." She had crossed the floor towards him and ran her hands down his chest making him let out a sigh.

"Jesus Christ, you gave me a fucking heart attack." He ran his hands through his hair and Y/n kissed him.

"Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?" She whispered against his lips. He put his hands on her hips and smiled into the kiss.

"Yeah? I guess a shower really does it for you." Clyde teased as she dropped to her knees and raked his sweats down, exposing his cock in front of her. Clyde jumped slightly at the exposure to the air. She didn't waste any time taking him down her throat and sucking. Clyde groaned looking down at Y/n going to work on his cock like she couldn't help herself.

"Y/n fuck..." Clyde let his hands rest on either side of her head, carefully thrusting into her mouth. She cupped his balls and rolled them between her fingers making his body jolt.

"God you suck my cock so good. I love you so much." He bit his lip, trying not to bust too quickly.

"Where do you want me to cum?" Clyde asked out of breath, nearing his climax.

"Do you have two in you?" She pulled off and looked up through her lashes at him. He shook his head unsure if he could reboot that quickly.

"I already hit the bong so probably just one right now." Y/n gave one more long pull from his cock before standing yanking her panties down her legs and pushing him to sit on the couch. She climbed into Clyde's lap and lowered her dripping pussy onto his cock making them both let out shivering groans. All Clyde could do was hold onto her hips as she rode his cock without any hesitation. She was fucking herself on his cock like it was to save his life.

"Oh fuck Clyde." She whined holding onto his shoulders and raking her fingernails down his pecs. Clyde was on the edge and started thrusting up to match her pivoting her hips down. Her groans turned to screams and Clyde gripped her hips tightly, bruising the skin of her hip as he cum inside of her. Y/n kept saying "yes" as she rode Clyde's cock into her own orgasm slowing her hips and letting her head fall onto his naked shoulder.

He wrapped his arms around her, letting her catch her breath. He could feel both his cum and her own run down his cock as he stayed buried inside of her. When she finally lifted her head to look at him, he laughed.

"Can we do this all weekend?" She asked sweetly and he nodded his head.

"Are you serious? We can stay naked and never leave this fucking couch." Clyde pushed her hair off her face and she returned with her own laugh. They were just two crazy kids in love and enjoying everything that comes with it.

They spent the rest of the weekend, wrapped up in one another, eating take out, playing Nintendo and fucking.

[sundoubt]

fuck my pussy with a rake, mom

If the Lord can lead you to it he can lead you through it <3

[mermaidsirennikita]

I think I may have Rake fatigue.

Can you suggest some novels with an inexperienced MMC? Or even a Virgin?

Aaaabsolutely. Fun fact: I love a virginal romance hero.

Historical:

Thief of Shadows by Elizabeth Hoyt. One of my faaaavorite books of all time. Winter is a virgin and he doesn't plan on changing that because sex is just not something he super thinks about (I think today he'd maybe read as demi, though he does have environmental factors like being a Quaker and being very aware of how illegitimate children suffer in the streets). He also runs an orphanage by day (one of the rare romances where kids Work--Winter is PRECIOUS with kids but not like soft if that makes sense) and is a masked vigilante by night. His heroine is a society widow six years older than him, very cosmopolitan and experiences, and it's HOT. This book makes me cry, it makes me laugh. It's so good.

Hotel of Secrets by Diana Biller. Another book where the hero is a virgin because he's got SHIT TO DO and he falls for a non-virginal heroine in the hotel where he's staying while he does UNDERCOVER SHIT. It's especially good because he's so uncomfortable with how hard she makes him all the time because he's supposed to be Above it.

In Want of a Viscount by Lorraine Heath. Rook is inexperienced because his father was a horrible man who sired a billion illegitimate children. He meets an American heiress who's in search of investors for her company, and they have this kissss, and it's on. BUT. Just because Rook is inexperienced in some ways, doesn't mean he's inexperienced in others. He knows a lot about "fucking without fucking". (He eats a lot of pussy.)

Melissa and the Vicar by S.M. LaViolette. Magnus is a virgin vicar and it is EXCELLENT. He's like. So hot. But so lovely? But also so, so horny and unsure of how to handle it. One of my favorite moments in this book is when he and Melissa have anal sex for the first time (well, his first time) and right after he asks her to meet his parents. As a gentleman should.

In Which Margo Halifax Earns Her Shocking Reputation by Alexandra Vasti. Henry has been in love with Margo, his best friend's sister, for years. Margo is known for being this wild party girl--what she doesn't know is that Henry is in fact a VIRGIN.

Unclaimed by Courtney Milan. The hero is a virgin and proud, he writes this treatide in the paper about why he's waiting to fall in love... and his enemy gets mad and pays a sex worker to seduce him. Enter our heroine (literally).

Something Fabulous by Alexis Hall. M/m historical! Bonny (the dramatic, excitable one) is not a virgin, but Valentine (the stern, chilly one) is. Which I found delightful. Pretty sure Alexis also wrote Valentine as demisexual.

Band Sinister by KJ Charles. Another m/m historical, Philip is decidedly not a virgin, Guy is and basically doesn't know anything about what he wants lmao.

Upcoming: The Mistress Experience by Scarlett Peckham is out in June and it's EXCELLENT. The hero isn't a virgin, but he's had sex only a couple times and it's been yeeeears since he last had it. He wants to get married and please his wife, so he hires the sex worker heroine to teach him for a month. This book has squirting. That's all.

Contemporary:

The Bride Test by Helen Hoang. Khai is on the spectrum and against relationships, but his mom wants him to get married, so she brings him a potential bride over from Vietnam. (She doesn't realize that Esme is also a single mom, but ssh.) He's a virgin, and I kinda loved this because he's like... not good at sex at all the first time, and they have to talk for him to get better.

Salt Kiss by Sierra Simone. Tristan is a total virgin (he's also 29, which is nice) and has an unfortunate habit of falling in love... easily lol. He becomes the bodyguard for Mark, who runs a sex club. It's honestly very funny to read their dynamic because Tristan has a habit of just SAYING SHIT and when Mark asks him about things he may find "hard to watch" at the club, he's like "ummmm idk MAYBE A BREEDING KINK because I WANNA BREED SOMEONE but i ALSO WANT SOMEONE TO BREED ME idk" and Mark is like ".... uh huh".

Naturally, Mark does in fact totally debauch him, only to send him off to pick up Isolde, Mark's fiancee (who Mark ALSO deflowered in Salt in the Wound, the prequel novella you don't have to read but I absolutely recommend). Then the book becomes MMF.

Paranormal:

Dark Needs at Night's Edge by Kresley Cole. One of my favorite IAD books. Conrad joined a vampire-killing cult when he was mortal, which required a vow of chastity. And then he got turned into a vampire against his will BY HIS BROTHERS and subsequently went completely insane for a couple hundred years. Now he's falling in love with a sexy French former burlesque dancer/ghost. Good for him! I loooove it. "Does Conrad want to see my panties" -- immortal line, pun intended.

Dark Skye by Kresley Cole. The hero of this book is a virgin like... he thinks he's an angel but he's not but he does have wings and they do Add To It.... but he's like a warrior for a super religious country and is as such a huge virgin. He loses his virginity to the heroine through a special sheet with a hole cut it in lmao. It shouldn't work. It... did for me.....

Mating the Huntress by Talia Hibbert. A werewolf hunter finds out she's a werewolf's fated mate, and oops, he's a virgin! A surprisingly lighthearted and super hot Halloween read.

Heart of Iron by Bec McMaster. This is a historical paranormal. The heroine is a lovely little debutante type with a Secret, and the hero is her werewolf bodyguard. In this series, werewolfitude is passed through bodily fluids, so he's a virgin. Which doesn't mean they don't Do Stuff lmao.

The Thornchapel Series by Sierra Simone. This book is MMF and FF, two separate relationships, in a group of six friends. All but two of them are virgins in the beginning, including Auden (classic Sierra Simone Brideshead Revisited rich pretty boy, baby dom) and St. Sebastian (the poor boy who was childhood friends and More with Auden, and now there's beef as they fall for the same girl and also each other). I really love the unrolling of the tension and the virginity loss stuff in this series. Everyone is SO. SO. HORNY.

Fantasy:

The King's Spinster Bride by Ruby Dixon. The hero is younger than the heroine but very confident and much more experienced in the world, generally, than her. He learns quickly, though.

Sci-Fi:

Many Ice Planet Barbarian books by Ruby Dixon have virgin heroes! Some of my favorites include:

Barbarian Alien. The cold and awkward alien literally grabs this woman who hates his ass and takes her off to a cave and then is like "well I did not think this through".

Barbarian Mine. Tbh I kinda judge myself for liking this one but it is what it is. There's a huge Tarzan and Jane vibe to this one, because the hero isn't just an alien--his dad raised him separate from the other aliens, and then he died when the hero was a kid, so he's grown up all alone and doesn't even know like.... what sex is.......... WELP. HE LEARNS.

Barbarian's Mate. Probably my favorite book in the series I've read so far. The heroine and hero hate each other, and she's never found a mate because, unbeknownst to her, her IUD kept it from working...? So it falls out and she IMMEDIATELY connects with the guy she hates and she's disgusted lmao. She lets him just come all over himself like multiple times.

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Mr. Chalamet chapter five: sugar rush

AO3 info one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

I’m made for you, we can’t deny it. Meet me there where it never closes. Meet me there where it’s never hopeless. All is fair in love… We feel so good, it’s almost frightening. Let’s try again; I don’t deserve you, you’re a diamond.- Måneskin, HONEY (ARE U COMING?)

Lea awoke to the arm around her waist tightening and lips kissing her neck.

“Good morning,” a voice murmured against her skin.

Wakefulness seeped into her mind slowly, like sand filtering through an hourglass, and she recalled several things at once.

Mr. Chalamet kissing his wife.

Crying.

Mr. Chalamet asking her to let him kiss her.

The marble of his kitchen counter cold on the bare skin of her back, the twinkling light of the dimmed chandelier overhead as he—

Holy fuck.

Mr. Chalamet was… he was…

He was her boyfriend now.

Giddiness filled her veins like a sugar rush, and she arched into his searching hand.

“Timothée,” she breathed, her eyes still closed to the afternoon sun filtering in through the bedroom windows overlooking the gardens.

“Mmm,” he hummed in contentment, kissing her neck and trailing his hand up her bare waist to cup her breast. “I like the way you say my name.”

Lea finally opened her eyes as he began to pinch her nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

She wanted him again. She was fairly certain she’d wanted him since the beginning of time, in fact.

“You’re probably too sore to go again right now,” he admitted, his voice tinged with regret, “but we can do… other things. If you want.”

“Like what?” Lea asked breathlessly, excitement swirling in her abdomen.

He hummed again, considering. “I could sit you in my lap.” More kisses to her neck. “I can’t put my dick in you, but I can rub it against your little pussy.”

Her insides spasmed.

“Would you like that, sweetheart?” Tim asked gently. “You can grind your clit on my dick until you cum. What do you think?”

Lea turned over as fast as she could in his embrace, barely having the time to take in his sleep-mussed hair and half-lidded eyes before she fastened her lips to his.

He returned her kiss enthusiastically, fisting a hand in her hair.

Tim’s chest was warm against hers as he gently pushed her onto her back and climbed between her legs, kissing her with a lazy sort of hunger that made her dizzy. God, he was everything.

“Inside me,” she begged into his mouth, canting her hips upwards in encouragement. “Want you inside me—“

“No, sweetheart,” he murmured softly, trailing kisses down her flushed throat again. “Not yet. You’re too sore.”

“‘m not sore,” Lea insisted. “I’m fine, I want you—“

“It’s okay,” he shushed her. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll satisfy you, I promise.”

“You can take care of me,” she panted out, “by getting inside me.”

“Soon,” he assured her with a quiet chuckle. “Be patient. Trust me.”

“Tim—“ Lea was just starting to whine desperately when a ring from the bedside table cut her off.

Her newfound boyfriend sat up with a long-suffering sigh, raking his fingers through his curls. She was so struck by the way he looked—sunlight glinting off his pale skin, his hair casting shadows over his face, not to mention his body, holy fucking shit but he was beautiful—that it was as if they were frozen in time.

And then he shot her a lazy grin before rolling off of her to grab his phone. 

“Yeah?” he said into the phone. There was an inaudible voice from the other end, and he smiled slightly. “I’m glad your flight went well, sweetie.” A pause. “No, you don’t need to put your mom on the phone. Thank you, though.”

He’s talking to Elle, Lea realized, watching him with wide eyes. In her defense, he was completely naked. 

“Yeah, Lea’s still here.” He plopped back down on his bed next to her, taking her hand in his and linking their fingers together. “I think she’s still in bed.” She glared at him when he shot her a wink. “Uh-huh, yeah. I’ll tell her. Okay, love you, too. Bye, sweetie.” He hung up and put his phone back on the bedside table before turning back to Lea. “Elle says hi.”

Lea blinked at him. Elle was her friend. And she was… god, she was fucking her dad. Elle was her friend, and Lea had gone and fucked her dad behind her back. What a shitty thing to do. Elle thought her parents were in love, for fuck’s sake! She’d be heartbroken if she knew.

“I know that face,” Tim cut into her thoughts. “You’re upset. What’s going on?”

“I betrayed Elle,” Lea admitted, guilty tears filling her eyes. “I slept with my friend’s dad. God, what… what an awful thing to do.”

Tim sighed. “Oh, sweetheart.” He took her in his arms and pulled her close. “It’s not your fault. You can’t help who you fall for.” His voice was soft, gentle. Sweet. “I couldn’t help falling for you, either.”

“Even if we…” She gulped anxiously. “Y’know, wanted this, it shouldn’t have happened.”

“Why?” he asked. “Why shouldn’t we be happy?”

“It’s wrong,” Lea insisted shakily, even as she leaned into his chest. “These feelings are wrong, but acting on them is even worse.”

He cupped her cheek then, tilting her face up towards his. “How could what we have be wrong? Explain to me what’s so wrong about us being together, being happy.”

“I’m friends with your daughter,” she reminded him. “I betrayed her, and now I’m gonna have to lie to her about it. Plus, you’re married.” She looked down. “And, y’know… you’re a hell of a lot older than I am.”

He was silent for a long moment. “Is my age a turn-off for you?”

Lea shook her head. “No, not really.”

“Then why is it a problem?” When she didn’t answer, he asked, “Is it because of what you think?”

“Not really,” she admitted.

“Is it because of what other people would think, then?”

She grimaced. “I guess so.”

He sighed. “Lea, sweetheart.” She glanced up at him, and he continued, “It’s our relationship, not theirs. What’s it matter what other people think? All I care about is what we think, what we want, and how we feel.”

“I don’t want anyone to say anything bad about you,” she mumbled.

Tim snorted derisively. “I’ve been a public figure since I was sixteen. I haven’t paid attention to what other people think of me in a long, long time.” A pause. “And anyway, we wouldn’t be public about it for another few years, once Elle graduates. You’ll be twenty-two by then anyway.”

“And you’ll be thirty-seven,” she pointed out glumly.

“I guess I will, yeah.”

“And a half,” she tacked on.

“Yes,” he confirmed slowly. “So what?”

“So,” she enunciated, “my mom isn’t comfortable with the idea of me dating any guy. Dating a married guy who’s nearly thirty-eight? She’ll have a heart attack.”

He was silent for a long moment. “I’m pretty confident I can win her over.”

Lea snorted. “You underestimate how much she dislikes men.”

“Because of your dad, right?” he recalled. When she nodded wordlessly, he tightened his arms around her, rubbing her bare back comfortingly. “We’ll have been together for awhile by that point. I’m sure she’ll understand that I’m not gonna hurt you. As far as the age difference goes, well.” He sighed. “I know a lot of guys in my position have a history of dating girls your age. I don’t. The last time I was with someone under thirty, I was also under thirty.”

“I really am too young for you, huh?” she mumbled unhappily.

“No, sweetheart,” Tim reassured her gently with a kiss to her hair. “You’re perfect as you are.”

“Are you sure?” she asked timidly.

“I’m sure.” He continued rubbing her back. “I’ll talk to your mom when the time comes, alright? I’ll handle it.”

“Okay,” she mumbled.

“I’m not gonna be married by then, by the way,” he pointed out. “Or if I am, I’ll be in the process of getting divorced.”

“You’re… you’re not staying with her?”

He snorted. “What, you think I wanna spend the rest of my life with a woman I don’t love?”

She blinked. “I mean… you’ve spent seventeen years with her, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” he confirmed, “which is why I don’t wanna waste more time with her as my wife than necessary.” He slid a hand into her hair. “Plus, I hope we’re still together by then, and if we are, I’ll be honest: I’m definitely gonna be in love with you by that point, and the last thing I want now is to be married to another woman, so once I’m in love with you?” He scoffed lightly. “No way in hell will I wanna stay with her long-term.”

Lea smiled despite herself, burying her face in his chest.

“Now then,” he continued, “about Elle and the obvious guilt you are experiencing.” She groaned, and he chuckled quietly. “I get it. I feel bad about keeping it from her, too. You’re my girlfriend now, and therefore one of the most important people in my life. It sucks keeping our relationship from her, especially when it means so much to me, and because you mean so much to her.” He sighed. “But it’s necessary for her. Lola and I agreed a long time ago to keep our relationships out of her life.”

“Yeah, I know,” she muttered grumpily.

“Hey.” Tim put two fingers under her chin so as to tilt her face up towards his again. “Don’t feel bad, okay? We’ll tell her eventually, and anyway, this is in no way your fault.” He cupped her cheek. “Don’t give up on us before we’ve even tried.”

“Okay,” she breathed, trying her damnedest not to look at his mouth. In her defense, he had a very nice mouth.

Tim, however, had no qualms whatsoever about eyeing her lips. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” she murmured, already leaning up towards him.

He slid a hand into her hair and leaned down to kiss her.

Lea didn’t mean to snoop. She really, truly didn’t. It was an honest mistake.

But he’d left his texts with his wife up on the sunroom coffee table, and they were, like, right there.

I have a girlfriend btw

Is this one new?

Yeah, a couple weeks now

Do I know her?

You’ve met her

It’s Elle’s friend, isn’t it? The redhead?

Yeah, how’d you know?

Cuz I saw you trying not to look at her in front of Elle lol

What can I say? She’s hot

Bit young for you, isn’t she?

Eh idgaf, she’s great. You’ll like her

Let’s see how long this one lasts, then. Get back to me in a few months 😂

Shut up I really like her okay

Alright, alright

And that was the most recent text. 

“Lea,” came Tim’s voice from the kitchen, “have you seen my phone?”

“Y— yeah,” she called back. “I’ll bring it to you, one sec.”

Standing on shaky legs, Lea walked across the house and into the kitchen.

He was in the process of making them dinner, and she set his phone on the countertop next to him. He reached for it and, upon seeing it was still open, looked up at her.

“I take it you’re blushing because of the texts?”

She looked away uncomfortably. “I didn’t mean to see them.”

“It’s fine,” he assured her with a grin over his shoulder. “There’s nothing on my phone I feel the need to hide from you.”

“So, um.” Lea swallowed anxiously. “You told her?”

“Who, Lola?” 

“Uh huh.”

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “I always tell her when I get a new girlfriend.”

“Oh.”

He paused in his food preparation before turning his face towards her. “Is that… okay?”

Lea crossed an arm over her stomach, cupping her elbow. “I mean, yeah, it’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting it, I guess.”

He sighed, turning towards her fully and leaning back against the counter. “I’m sorry, baby. I should’ve talked to you about it first. I sometimes forget this is all new to you.”

She smiled slightly in reassurance. “It’s okay.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he promised, clasping her hands in his.

“You don’t have to,” she assured him. “I’m not upset, I was just surprised.”

He hummed, pulling her closer. “Nope, won’t do. I have wronged my beautiful, wonderful girlfriend, and the situation must be rectified.”

“Oh, it must, huh?” she teased with a grin. 

Tim nodded seriously. “Yes, it must.”

Giggling, she looped her arms around his neck, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him.

“What’s this?” Lea asked as Tim kissed her neck.

“A dress,” he informed her helpfully, gesturing to the midnight blue minidress with gold embroidery that made it look like it was sparkling. “Thought you’d like it.”

“It’s gorgeous,” she confirmed, leaning into him. “What’s the occasion?”

“We’re going to a party, so I got you a dress and some stuff you may wanna wear with it.”

“A party?” she questioned in surprise. “I thought this whole… thing between us wasn’t gonna be public?”

“‘Thing’?” he questioned, sounding somewhat disappointed. “I’d prefer to think of it as a relationship, but no, we’re not going public. I won’t take you to any parties where there’ll be photographers or anything, and my friends wouldn’t post pictures of us publicly,” he assured her. “Besides, you’ve been invited.”

She turned around in his arms. “I have?”

He nodded. “Yeah, Steph invited you.”

She wracked her brain, trying to remember who that might be and if she knew him. It hit her after a moment. “Steph as in Stephane Bak?”

Tim nodded.

She stared up at him in disbelief. “Stephane Bak invited me to a party?”

“Well, yeah,” he shrugged. “I mentioned that I have a girlfriend, and he said to bring you.”

Her head was spinning. “Holy shit.”

“I dunno why you’re so surprised,” he chuckled. “It’s not like you’ve never met any of Elle’s friends who’re a bit more well-known than you’re used to, right?”

“Well yeah,” Lea agreed, “but this is different, isn’t it? Like, is it a small party with a few people or is it, like, a big thing?”

Tim snorted. “Well, it’s Steph, so it’s definitely not gonna be small.”

“Exactly,” she said with a nod. “It’s a big famous people party. I’ve got no business being at a party like that.”

“Uh…” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I mean. Do I count as a famous person in your book?”

She frowned. “Well, duh.”

“Then I would like to point out that you are dating a famous person, sweetheart,” he reminded her gently. “No one there is the sort of person to treat you differently, but even if they were, you have every right to be there.”

“Okay,” she conceded, fisting a hand in his shirt.

“Besides,” Tim went on, “the idea of you wearing that little dress, walking into a party on my arm, everyone who sees us knowing you’re mine?” He hummed, leaning in closer to brush his lips over her neck. “Kinda hot, not gonna lie.”

“You’re weird,” she pointed out with a giggle.

“I don’t think it’s weird to want everyone else to know that my girlfriend is superior and therefore I am also superior,” he quipped without hesitation.

Lea snorted. “I’m not superior. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Agree to disagree,” he hummed, pressing a swift kiss to her neck.

She rolled her eyes outright at that. “When’s this party, anyway?”

“Next week. That okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” She leaned into him, basking in his warmth. “Not like I’m doing anything for the summer, anyway. I probably should be working.”

“You’re doing very important work,” Tim assured her.

“Oh?”

“I’ve been told that keeping me satisfied is a full-time job, so I’d say so, yeah.”

She choked on her own saliva. “Making out with you does not count as a job, Tim!”

He snickered. “It’s not just making out.”

“You know what I mean,” Lea said firmly. She wasn’t super comfortable discussing their sex life when they weren’t actually, like… having sex at that exact moment.

He found it hilarious and took great pleasure in saying things that he insisted turned her face the exact same shade of red as her hair. She’d never say it, but the truth was, she thought about it a lot. Particularly how they’d been together for a few weeks already, and he still wouldn’t be as rough with her as she knew he wanted to be. It was immensely frustrating to feel him holding back.

“Maybe I need clarification.” 

He was giving her such a grin that she knew he was full of it. She informed him of this by wordlessly pinching him on one of the arms he had wrapped around her waist.

“Ow!”

“Don’t be a dick, Tim,” she scolded.

He rested his chin on the top of her head, a move he knew full well reminded her that she was significantly shorter than he was. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed, though.”

“Don’t be a dick, Tim,” she repeated, enunciating her words slowly.

“Pah!” he huffed. “Fine. Party pooper.”

“I honestly have no idea why you’re into me,” she admitted. “I’d think you’d want someone who was more…”

“More what?”

She sighed. “I dunno. On your level, I guess? It’s hard to put into words.”

“I like you,” he informed her bluntly. “I like you a lot, actually. Isn’t that reason enough?”

She smiled despite herself. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess it is.”

“Are you sure you wanna bring me to this?” she asked, fidgeting anxiously with the hemline of her midnight blue dress.

“Baby,” Tim sighed, “of course I want you to come with me.”

“I just… I feel weird meeting your friends…”

“Why?” he pressed gently.

“I mean… I’m your side chick, y’know? And you’re introducing me to your friends.” She shrugged. “It feels weird.”

“You’re not my side chick, Lea,” he said softly. She wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to that, so she stayed silent. “Hey.” He cupped her cheek and tilted her face up towards his. “You are more to me than that. Okay?”

She sighed, leaning her forehead against his chest and closing her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled guiltily. “I don’t mean to doubt you.”

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and kissing her hair gently. “I’m not offended, sweetheart. I just don’t like to see you feeling this way, is all. I want you to be happy.”

Smiling slightly, she nestled into him. “You make me happy, Tim.”

“You’re sure you wanna take me to this?” she asked him outside a ridiculously fancy hotel suite his friend was currently staying at. 

“I’m positive, babydoll.”

He trailed his hand down her back and squeezed her ass, the motion almost absentminded.

“Okay, if you’re sure,” she conceded hesitantly.

“Great,” he said with a grin before stepping towards the door and pounding on it a few times. “Hey, asshole! Open up!”

Lea blinked up at him, startled.

The door opened, music spilling out into the hallway. A tall man stuck his head out the door, and Lea stared up at him with wide eyes.

“And who might you be?” Stephane asked her with his heavy French accent.

Tim rolled his eyes and pushed past his friend, tugging Lea after him by the hand. “Tim!” she hissed scoldingly. 

He sighed, turning around to face his very amused-looking friend, who said, “Your girlfriend, I take it?”

Tim nodded, winding his arm around her waist again. “Steph, this is Lea. Lea, this is Steph.”

“Nice to meet you,” she said with a polite smile.

Stephane nodded back at her, returning her smile. “Come, I’ll get you something to drink.”

They followed him through the throngs of people, and upon reaching a bar, Tim was given a glass of something-or-other, and when Lea was asked what she wanted, she pursed her lips in thought. “Do you have any sodas?”

Stephane raised his eyebrows. “I could fix you a rum and Coke if you’d like.”

Lea tucked a curl behind her ear anxiously. “Oh, um… that’s okay. Just a Coke is fine, thank you.”

Stephane looked at her a bit strangely, but he handed her a Coke anyway.

She was sipping it idly when someone slapped Tim on the back. They both turned around in surprise, and Lea’s mouth fell open when she saw Zendaya grinning at Tim.

“Haven’t seen you in awhile!” she said loudly over the thumping of the bass. “Who’s this?”

“Lea, my—“

“This is Lea?” Zendaya cut him off, her grin widening.

“Hi,” Lea managed, feeling more than a little starstruck.

“You’re adorable!” Zendaya squealed, engulfing Lea in a hug. Lea blinked, but tentatively hugged the other woman back. When Zendaya pulled away, she leaned in close and stage-whispered, “I’ll tell you a secret.” Lea’s eyes widened. “Tim’s, like, borderline obsessed with you.”

Lea turned bright red, turning to her boyfriend, who had obviously heard what had been said, but looked entirely unrepentant about it. He shrugged lazily. “Can you blame me, though? I’m pretty sure anybody in my situation would be.”

“Seriously,” Zendaya went on as if Tim hadn’t said anything at all, “he never shuts up about you.”

Lea smiled, instantly deciding she liked Zendaya. 

“I think we’re gonna be good friends,” Zendaya informed her.

Tim had had a few drinks, and so he was getting extremely handsy, as he usually did when tipsy. He had pulled her away from a conversation she’d been having and into his lap in a chair tucked away in a dark corner. He situated her so that she was sitting sideways, which made it easy for him to fist a hand in her hair and pull her in for a kiss.

It grew heated very quickly, his hand palming her ass roughly as he mouthed at her neck. She forgot where she was, the rush of her blood drowning out the pounding of the bass.

He trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses up the column of her throat before fastening his mouth to hers again, sucking her lower lip between his teeth. 

“You’re too goddamn sexy,” he told her, voice raspy. “This little dress swishes up around your ass, teasing me.”

“You’re the one that got me this, y’know,” she pointed out breathlessly.

“Oh, I know,” he growled. “That’s part of why I got it for you. It’s short and your tits bulge out of it. So fuckin’ hot. And you’re all mine.”

“Mhm,” Lea hummed, kissing him eagerly. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, and he groaned, squeezing her ass with both hands now. 

“Want you,” he murmured against her lips. “Wanna fuck you, baby.”

“Tim,” she giggled scoldingly, “we’re in public.”

“So what?” he scoffed. “There’s definitely somewhere in here we can go for a little privacy.” He paused. “Unless… unless you don’t want to?”

She shifted in his lap slightly. “I never said that.”

She felt his smirk against her skin. “Is that so? You wanna get fucked, sweetheart?”

She nodded eagerly, and he immediately hoisted her up and pulled her into a nearby bathroom.

He pressed her back up against the closed door and flicked the lock. The music was a bit fainter, so she could hear him better when he said, “How ‘bout I give it to you rough this time?” She shivered in delight at the thought, and he smirked against her neck. “You think you’re ready for that, sweetheart? Ready for a good, hard fuck?”

“I want it,” she gasped out, fumbling with the zipper of his pants.

“Patience,” he scolded with a dark chuckle, yanking her dress up around her waist and bending her over the countertop. He ran his hands reverently over the skin of her ass that the open back Agent Provocateur panties exposed, the dark blue fabric contrasting sharply against her pale skin. “Mmm,” he hummed, giving her asscheek a rough squeeze. “Such a needy little slut for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Uh huh,” she whimpered, wiggling her ass enticingly. She wanted him inside her already.

“Been teasing me all night, Lea,” he chided. “You think you deserve a punishment for that?”

Her heart leapt at the prospect of him punishing her, butterflies filling her stomach. “Yes,” she breathed.

“I think so, too. Been such a bad girl, huh?” He squeezed her ass again before giving it a sharp smack. She moaned low in her throat, lifting her ass up off the countertop a bit, wanting him to do it again. “What kind of slut likes to be spanked?” he murmured, smacking her other asscheek. “Dirty little girl.” She moaned again, and he hastily added, “Seriously, though, Lea— if you don’t like it or it hurts or you want me to stop, tell me. I won’t be upset, alright?”

She nodded rapidly. “Don’t stop, please.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, kneading the reddened skin of her ass before giving it another sharp slap. “Look so pretty with your ass in the air for me, babydoll. You gonna take my cock as well as you take your punishment?”

“Mhm,” she gasped out, the sound turning into another moan of pleasure when he slapped her ass again. “Fuck, Tim—“

“Not nearly as innocent as you seem, huh?” he teased. “Dirty little slut who likes getting spanked, getting fucked?”

“‘m your slut, Tim,” she whined desperately. “Want it, I want it, please—“

“You gonna be good for me?” he rasped, and she heard him undoing his pants swiftly. “You gonna take this cock like the filthy little fucktoy you are?”

“Yes, I will, I will, just—“ she cut herself off with a whine.

Tim yanked her panties down and off, spread her legs roughly, and slammed into her. “Good girl,” he groaned. “Take it, sweetheart. Fuck.”

“Tim,” she moaned in desperation, her legs kicking mindlessly, the tips of her toes brushing the tiled floor.

His fingers dug into the skin of her hips as he set a rough pace, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “Pull your dress down,” he panted out. “Bra, too. Show me those tits in the mirror.”

She scrambled up onto her elbows, hastily yanking her dress and bra down beneath her breasts, the blue and gold eye pendant she wore swaying as he fucked her.

“Lemme see,” he demanded sharply, smacking her ass. She yelped at the delicious sting and pushed herself up a bit so he could see her breasts. “Fuck,” he grunted, his hands tightening their grip on her. “Love how big they are.” He smacked her ass again. “And the way your ass jiggles when I fuck you like this— so fuckin’ sexy, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she was chanting mindlessly, her toes curling at how good it felt. “God, the way you stretch me out, fuck—“

“You like that, huh?” he chuckled. “Like getting split open on my dick, Lea?”

“Uh huh,” she moaned, her hair falling in front of her face. “So good, don’t stop, please don’t stop—“

“Don’t worry,” he assured her, “I’ll fuck you till you’re satisfied. Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?”

“Can’t help it,” she admitted, moaning loudly when he smacked her ass again. “Feels too good.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet it does.” He kneaded the reddened skin of her asscheek. “You got a taste of my cock and now you can’t get enough, is that it?”

“Yeah,” Lea gasped. “So good, so big—“

“I think it’s more that your pussy is just so little, so tight,” he corrected, using his grip on her hips to pull her back and forth onto his cock. “But you’re used to it now, huh? Used to getting fucked.”

She could only whimper mindlessly, her eyes fluttering shut.

“Nuh uh,” he snapped, gripping her hair at the back of her head and yanking her upright. “Look at me. Watch me fuck you. Don’t want you to forget who you belong to.”

Lea forced her eyes open and met his gaze in the mirror. His hand tightened in her hair, and she inhaled sharply at the sting.

“You gonna be good for me?” he demanded. “You gonna behave, do what I tell you?”

“Yes,” she promised, her voice more of a moan than an actual vocalization, and when he smacked her ass sharply, she yelped.

“You like it?” Tim wanted to know. When all she did was nod wordlessly, her eyes glazed at how roughly he was fucking her, he yanked her hair. “Use your words, Lea. If you like what I do to you, you have to tell me.”

“I— I like it,” she managed to force out.

“Yeah?” he murmured, meeting her gaze in the mirror. “You want more?” Before she could moan in response, he added, “You’d better tell me what you want or I’ll have to stop.”

“Don’t stop, please,” she begged desperately. “I want more, I want you to fuck me, please, I want—“ A moan cut her off, pulled from her vocal chords when he slammed into her again.

“Like this?” Tim panted, the force of her thrusts jolting her body against the countertop.

“God, harder,” she pleaded. “I want it harder, please—“

He obliged her, though he gave her ass a sharp smack at his next thrust. “Knew you’d love getting your tight little pussy pounded,” he chuckled, spanking her again. She whimpered at the sting, at the way he stretched her, and he said, “Such a fuckin’ slut, huh?”

Lea moaned incoherently, her toes curling in pleasure. “Fuck, Tim, ah—“ she managed.

Her eyes were drooping again, and he smacked her ass to get her attention, yanking her hair sharply so she’d meet his gaze in the mirror. “Bad girl,” he scolded darkly. “Eyes open. Watch me.” He spanked her again before kneading the reddened skin, fucking into her so harshly she thought she’d die from how good it felt.

“‘m sorry,” she mumbled, eyes roving over his reflection. He hadn’t taken his clothes off, but he didn’t need to when he looked so freakin’ hot regardless of what clothes he had—or didn’t have—on.

He knew pretty well by that point how to know when she was checking him out, so he smirked and said, “Like what you see, huh?”

Lea flushed at being caught staring, looking down in embarrassment.

Tim gave her ass another slap, and she yelped in surprised delight. “What did I say about looking at me?” he demanded, his voice low.

“To not stop,” she admitted, her voice almost a whine.

“That’s right,” he confirmed. “Be a good girl and do what I tell you.”

“Yes, Tim,” she agreed immediately, not wanting him to stop. Her obedience was rewarded with a harsh thrust, and she moaned blissfully.

“How ‘bout I make you cum?” he asked roughly. “Would you like that, sweetheart? Wanna cum all over my cock?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted mindlessly. “I wanna cum, please—“

“You gonna behave for me?” he rasped. “Be my good girl, my slutty little princess?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “I will, Tim, I swear, I’ll be so good for you, please make me cum—“

He snaked a hand under her, rubbing her clit in fast, hard circles. The angle limited his thrusting somewhat, so he could really only rock his hips into her, but it didn’t matter because she was full, he was filling her, and he was rubbing her clit and making her feel so fucking good. “Can feel your pussy clenching around me, Lea. Why don’t you cum, babydoll? Show me how much you love it when I fuck you, huh?”

He reached up and squeezed one of her breasts, twisting her nipple roughly, and she moaned deep in her throat. “Tim, I— ‘m gonna cum, I—“

“I know you are,” he murmured, watching her eyes flutter shut in the mirror. “You’re gonna cum all over my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes, fuck I’m so close—“

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he demanded. “Give it to me, c’mon.”

She moaned again, rolling her hips against his hand as best she could with the countertop in the way, and then—

And then Lea’s orgasm ripped through her, her voice a cacophony of moans bouncing off the walls of the bathroom.

“Fuck,” he panted, still squeezing her breast. “God, the way you clench around me when you cum, baby, I’m gonna— fuck—“

“Mmm,” she hummed in lazy contentment. “Yeah, Tim, fill me up. Want it, want you.”

He groaned her name, the hand grasping her hip tightening, his fingers digging into her skin bruisingly, and then he made a sound like he’d had the wind knocked out of him, doubling over and repeatedly pressing kisses to the skin of her back that her dress revealed.

“Are you serious right now, man?” Zendaya asked as they awkwardly slinked—well, okay. Lea awkwardly slinked. Tim strolled like this was a common, everyday occurrence—out of the bathroom. Lea froze, blushing bright red and fumbling for something to say, but Zendaya appeared to be addressing Tim. “You really couldn’t wait until you got home to accost this poor girl?”

Lea’s blush deepened, but Tim simply shrugged, the picture of nonchalance. “I really couldn’t, no.”

Zendaya rolled her eyes before fixing them on Lea. “You good?”

Lea nodded jerkily. “Yeah, I’m, uh…” She fumbled, seemingly unable to articulate anything of note.

Tim chuckled affectionately, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her in close with a swift kiss to her hair and a murmur of, “You’re so fuckin’ cute when you’re embarrassed.”

“Shut up, Tim, oh my god!” Lea bristled, glaring fiercely at him, though admittedly not pushing him away.

He shrugged again, the arm around her waist tightening.

Zendaya rolled her eyes again. “You’re disgusting, Tim. Go home.”

He shot his friend a grin and a sarcastic salute before pulling Lea off to find their host and say their goodbyes.

Author’s note

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[wh0rephobic]

Hi there how's it going? Hope you've been well today?

WILLIAM WITH A MILF NEIGHBOUR WHO IS A SINGLE MOM BUT HOLY SHIT SMUT PLEASE OR SOMEHOW MAKE THIS ABOUT MICHEAL IDC I NEED AN AFTON MAN WITH THIS OR MAYBE BOTH EITHER WAY THIS SOUNDS HOTAND I KNOW HOW MUCH YOU LOVE MILF S/O OR READER IDEA.

I'LL LET YOU HANDLE THE REST SWEETIE ~

- 💜🐺

HII MY LOVE IM DOING ALRIGHT <3 I HOPE YOU ARE TOO AND YOURE RIGHT I JUST LOVEEE MILF!READER

milf!reader who moves in next to michael after the divorce is finalized. who runs into michael every morning when you’re watering your flowers in your cute little sundress just as the day is heating up. he’s off to work, catching your attention as he walks by your house and throws a hand up.

“good morning, ma’am!” he waves, and you smile.

“good morning, michael!” you call. “you have a good day at work now, alright?”

“will do!”

and you’ve taken quite a liking to this kind, strong young man who will drop anything to come help you with whatever you need.

and i mean anything. you need help moving furniture? he’s got you. help getting your lawnmower off the rack in the shed? he’s there.

if you’re being honest, you don’t need the help; you just like to see the way his muscles flex whenever he lifts something heavy for you. so, you do feel a little guilty for making him run around like a dog for you, so you make him stay for dinner.

“no, no i-i really couldn’t,” he shakes his head. “you already have three mouths to feed, i can’t put another on your table!”

“oh, come on michael it’s nothing!” you laugh.

but one meal turns into a weeks worth, and soon michael comes home from work almost every night to be fed at your house and then go outside to play catch with your kids after as the sun goes down. it’s the least he can do—take them off of your hands for a few hours after you’ve spent so much time cooking for him. plus, he’s a family man, he really doesn’t mind.

but eventually, meals isn’t enough. on one particularly hot day while your kids are off at school and you’ve called michael over yet again to try and help you fix whatever weird sound your car is making, you beg.

“please, michael? there has to be something i can do for you.” with that look on your face and the way your eyes track all along the sweat staining his shirt and making it stick to his taut muscles, you both know what you’re implying. “anything, michael. i’m all yours.”

so, not even ten minutes later here you are, rolling around the silk sheets of your lonely bed with michael between your legs. it’s not so lonely anymore, is it? not as he whispers only the dirtiest things in your ear while he repeatedly sinks his dick in and out of you.

“i’m gonna fuck another baby into this pretty pussy,” he licks a stripe up your neck. “stuff you full and make you mine. you’d like that too, huh? would you like carrying around my kid for nine months, hm?”

you rake tracks down his back with your thin nails, unable to help yourself when you buck your hips into his, arching your head back on the pillow and creasing your eyes shut as you gasp out, yes, yes, yes!

he tells you everything. all of his dirtiest fantasies of you that he’s pumped out of his cock in the safety of his own home, how much he’s wanted to make you writhe and scream under him for the longest time, and here you are.

“m-michael, please! i-i can’t…” you pant, “i feel.. l-like i’m about to—“

on your word, he slides his hand up from the sheets and across your stomach before pressing down on your abdomen to make you cry.

“are you, are you?” he taunts, slowing his pace in order to grind his cock right into your g-spot.

the flood of pleasure you get from everything is so sudden and unexpected that you can’t help but cum right then and there, walls spasming around him as you coat his cock with your cream and make him groan.

“oh, that’s it…” he grunts, feeling you drip down his tight balls. “good girl.”

[roxy206]

Random 18 — 11/30/2022

We spend a lot of time together — define that please

They call me the Impossible Burger

And I — Can I say my name?

Sorry No, I — I stepped on it

Neither of them being able to get their timing right

Nope, I’m gonna do that again

It is Armageddon on Earth’s pussy

[in unison] Fuck my pussy with a rake, Mom

This is what witches do when they wanna fuck …

bzzt bzzt

I have not done a single one Oh fuck! — why is this so funny 😂

Oh fuck Oh fuck Oh fuck

K hitting T

bzzt bzzt

Who’s to say? People think this is mental illness. [in unison] And they’re right

bzzt bzzt

Nobody cares about you

Can we please not do the questions in season 8

It’s so weird that that was the end of season 7

Not T getting a little sentimental

[saintpoems]

god i know its been YEARS but “im a mountain biking vampire witch from the future-- fuck my pussy with a rake mom” is still in my rotation of phrases i randomly say 

[wh0lemilk0vich]

Re RuPaul

Need to watch Mickey watching Katya

1000%

He'd loves the Queens with a Slavic connection like Sasha Velour too. But it's how trashy Katya is that he loves

He'd be like

"Holy fuck, is that Svet!?"

"Mickey."

"They're like fucking twins, that's crazy."

"You're saying the mother of your child looks like a female impersonator with a Russian whore perso- Oh I hear it now..."

"This guy's got better hips"

Eventually he's a Katya stan and repeats her quotes so much that Yevy his little mini-me is saying them and Ian rolls his eyes but he can't help but think it's cute.

Mickey cheers Yevy on and Ian is mortified every time a their cheeky blue-eyed boy shouts "Fuck my pussy with a rake, mom"

They go to shows and Mickey wears his gold chain with this shirt with the sleeves cut off over the long sleeve cream shirt