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icedcoffee-cream · 13 days

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God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none, sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do you for and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who ain’t got married yet even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talkin and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinkin from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour

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icedcoffee-cream · 1 month

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Tol and Smol ship, Fire and Ice ship. Does anyone else see my vision?

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icedcoffee-cream · 1 month

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It's giving rich wine auntie. 18+‼️‼️‼️‼️

Curtis Curt Connors doesn't drink. And you feel a pang of guilt make its way to the pits of your stomach every time you take a sip of your wine. It's like eating meat in front of a vegetarian. He refused a drink last time after you had brought out the "Domaine Leroy Musigny Grand Cru"–it was really just Yellow Tail–(Despite wanting a taste) he let out a huff and sparingly told you off for being "irresponsible"

Nu-uh? Sure, you brought it out every Friday, believing you deserve a nice drink after such a busy week. But you weren't irresponsible. You just liked it.

You don't dare to ask why he doesn't though, afraid it might be a touchy subject, but you make an effort to offer every time anyway.

"Want some?" You lift the glass of red wine in front of you, high enough that it reaches his less scaly chest. You twirl the cup between your fingers for more significance, the opulent liquid sloshing around. “It has less of the tannic taste and more of the sweet, smooth kind of taste.”

Even from where he was sitting on the ground, his figure towers over you at an intimidating height. His hands stop their fractious writing and his head tilts to the side like a hound, his tongue darting out to taste the sweet and floral–with a hint of grape–scent. Smells nice, But instead of answering your question, his hellfire eyes unintentionally begin to trail along your chest, to your stomach and all the way to your bare legs. Even without a single drop of alcohol In his system, he could feel something deep in his bones, vibrating and swirling in hysteria, threatening to spill out if he got even the slightest peek at your undergarments. "That's quite the nightgown."

Instantly you feel embarrassed, the garment had come with a robe, which made sense considering how short the gown was, just barely covering your green lace panties. You clear your throat before a small thank you, voice barely above a whisper, as you cast your eyes down momentarily to your feet. You squeeze your eyes in an attempt to get past the wine haze to try again. "So? You want some?" You lift the cup to take a sip yourself, licking your lips slowly with a hum. "It's yummy."

He eyes your tongue as his own rubs against the roof of his mouth, exploring any ridges or bumps it may have, silently wishing it was something else. He blinks harshly and huffs, one drink couldn't hurt. The puff of air makes you giggle as your hair flies up and down on your face.

"I suppose there's no harm in having a good time." Curt says. He gently takes the beverage from your hand, his hand comically huge compared to the cup, he's careful with his long sets of nails and takes a generous swig. “Generous” as in, he drinks the whole thing.

"More?" He asks, handing you the now empty glass.

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He lied when he said he was going to have only one more.

Who's irresponsible now?

Everything is hazy and fuzzy, Curt is always boasting about his ability to think straight, but now he can hardly think of anything at all. Your loud, erratic breathing and the vulgar sound of squelching coming from your mouth as you take him deeper-stomach clenching as you gag-is all he can focus on. And your gown. Now ripped to shreds, that exposes your breasts, pudgy stomach and that naughty green thong. Now pushed to the side that allows any of your natural juices (lmaoo) to leak out

His tongue feels heavy, as much as he wants to taunt you the way he always does, or degrade you the way he knows you love. He's unable to say anything at all, the only sounds emanating from his mouth are loud groans and pants. Your cheeks puff as he pinches your nose shut, cock hilted in your throat, the only indication of enjoyment is a loud muffled moan that sends a shock of pleasure to his spine that makes the scales on his neck to refashion into a dark purple.

Your eyelids drop closed as your hands squeeze the fat on his thighs, jaw opening wider, reaching out farther to grab the back of his legs to pull him in closer, to force his cock deeper. The wine seems to be working its magic because you don't seem all that bothered from the lack of oxygen. Curt's hips buck, and you choke, shudder, and let yourself go limp to be used. Your cunt is pulsing and aching to be touched, your heartbeat so loud in your ears you hardly notice the whine the lizard makes.

A talon covered hand comes down to stroke your head, nails messing up your already tangled hair, trailing down to your jaw and squeezes. Finally, unable to deal with the absence of air, you begin slapping his thigh, and with surprising mercy, Curt pulls out slowly, making sure to stroke the head of his cock on your cheeks and lips, smearing the mixture of his cum and your spit everywhere.

He says something, leans down and jerks your jaw upward to trail his prehensile tongue across your collarbone all the way to your adams apple. You mumble incoherent words sluggishly, completely ignoring his own hums and such.

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Curt lifts you up on the table, and pulls you towards him until your ass is hovering off the edge. The only thing keeping you from falling is his large hands wrapped around your calves, distantly aware of the wine glass tipping over and spilling all that was left, neither of you could find it in yourselfs care.

Soon, he has you in some sort of mating press with your legs wrapped tightly around his hips,, both hands moving frantically, unsure of where to rest them as you wail. His head lays a little bit above yours, chests pressed firmly on together with enough pressure to keep you still in his grip. Pushed up extra close for safety, but also because nothing adds to the experience like the feeling of your heartbeat thumping against his chest.

With his mouth so close to your ear, you can hear every little hiss, moan and sometimes a breath of your name, and that occasionally lusty groan that has you shivering. And each thrust forces out those adorable "uh, uh, uh"s from you that he adores, he cant think at all anymore, your sweet scent is driving him wild, it has his mouth salivating uncontrollably, it spills all over. The pigments of your hair color, the tables and the green from his own arm almost seem to light up around as he continues to fuck you like a rabbit in heat; his knees spreading out even wider.

Your cunt is damp with his never ending reams of precum. The slick and wet noises only adding to your desperate need to be bred.

"B-baby, mmpph-ffuck, ..". You squeal and cry out your pleasure as the lizard chases his own release.

His hard grinds become rough, desperate humps into your gummy walls, and despite the alcohol causing his body extreme exhaustion, his need to breed was all-consuming. His pupils blown wide as his tail swishes uncontrollably. His pumps are so erratic that it has your mouth open in a silent scream.the point of his bulbouse head pulses and rubs at your cervix roughly and it hurts, but it's hurt so so fucking good.

Eventually, Curts orgams ripples through hin as did yours. Long thick streaks of cum drool out of your cunt in multiple spurts as he continued to roughly hump into you.; his loud growls and snarls mix with your loud cries and gasp in body-wracked pleasure.

The room's air once fresh and chill, now humid, murky and thick whith the scent of wine and from the sheer sweat of his body and heat from your movements.

Maybe Friday-Wine wasn't so bad after all.

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@curbitkirby this one's for u bby

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icedcoffee-cream · 1 month

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me, whenever someone asks what I like to do for fun

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icedcoffee-cream · 1 month

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oh the exquisite pining of knowing your oc would love your mutuals' ocs. what if... our blorbos... kissed

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icedcoffee-cream · 1 month

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the hear me out trend on twt is so stupid because guys are posting conventionally attractive women like its something. but when i say i want lizard from tasm movie or mr centipede from james and the giant peach its a big fucking deal

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