lucy maclean, fallout s01e01

Happy Easter weekend, friends! I've been trying to keep it together with RL shit lately which completely sapped my writing muse and energy tbh. Going to start ramping stuff up soon! Very excited to shake off the rust and get back into the thick of things <3

eating His ass while He wakes up from a great night of rest, gently pulling His cheeks apart and releasing them around my face as i gently flick my tongue around his asshole to say good morning the right way 🥰💘🤤

eating His ass while He works from home, sitting at His desk with his pants off, taking calls and sending emails, occasionally taking His hand and pushing my head deeper between His asscheeks without thinking about it 😍💘🤤

eating His ass while He has His meals, licking and pushing my tongue deep into His asshole while He enjoys the food i prepared for Him from scratch, and i enjoy a healthy helping of His ass 😍💘🤤

eating His ass while He plays video games, sucking and slurping and licking His asshole as He laughs and jokes with His friends while He plays, while i struggle to breathe as He sits on my face comfortably 🥰💘🤤

eating His ass as He watches porn, letting His entire ass cover my face, licking and tasting Him while He’s thinking of fucking other cunts, moaning in the joys of being allowed to worship His asshole with my mouth 🥰💘🤤

eating His ass while He fucks another cunt, hearing Him grunt and moan while He gets ready to cum in her ass, pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into His ass, happy to be able to help Him feel pleasure 🥰💘🤤

eating His ass while He drifts off to sleep, happily lapping and suckling and making out with His asshole, never being able to get enough of Him 🥰💘🤤

BARBARA PALVIN ph. for For Love & Lemons Valentine's Day collection 2024

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There is an almost eerie silence that fills the night air as Javier closes the door behind him, the older male having become amazingly adept at coming and going into her room like a phantom. It helps that Sarah is a relatively heavy sleeper, he rarely never had to slip her anything to help make her more pliable to his nightly visits. Satan had always been in his ear as he was with everyone but it wasn't until Sarah came back into his life that Lucifer's influence overcame him. It was her fault that he began to lust over her - her tight, young body tempting day in and day out until he just had to do something about it. It started out innocent enough, guilt filled wank sessions to pictures of the girls underwear underneath her skirt. It wasn't long his hand wasn't enough and he had tracked down where Sarah lived before he truly fell to Satan's temptations. He told himself he just needed to get over the constant whisper in his ear. If he could just jerk off over the pretty young woman, he could be rid of the taint that marred his being. He was even bold enough on the first night to pull down her panties and cum all over her pretty, pink cunt. It wasn't long before even that wasn't enough and he was spending night after night sinking his long, fat cock into the warmth of her sleeping pussy. The silence of the night were slowly filled with the rhythmic, messy sounds of impressive manhood rearranging her insides on a nightly basis. If she didn't want this, why would her greedy hole get wet so easily whenever he would stretch her to the point he could see his cock bulge through her tummy. Tonight is no different, his heavy balls now accustomed to being drained on a nightly basis using Sarah's tight hole. Over time, he's gotten more brazen with how much he's able to get away with. On this evening, Javier has the young girl's elegant legs over his shoulders and giving a new meaning to the word mating press. He truly tests the give of the springs of the mattress below them. The elderly priest takes long, deep strokes inside her welcoming walls until the swollen, aching tip of his cock is kissing against her cervix. He's been able to get away with it for so long that he's begun to get reckless as he uses her like his own personal fleshlight. "Father forgive me." He whispers in between the loud slap of his cum swollen balls from slapping against her asshole.

If you told Vander he'd actually found someone worth keeping around this long, he'd call you batshit crazy. Kalea was not the first victim he'd snatched up. He couldn't tell you how many bodies he'd taken and used for his enjoyment before the novelty wore off and their holes were worn out and became no longer of use. Perhaps it had a lot to do with the fact that his other victims held out hope for freedom or simply outright refused to accept their new purpose in life. Kalea was prettier than most of the girls before her but he didn't expect her to be the one who would accept her role. It certainly didn't come easy unlike her and even as she began to cooperate, Vander had to stay on his toes. He wouldn't hesitate to put her down if she tried anything, no matter how good her cunt would milk his cock. He'd still keep her locked in her cage at night to be safe from the risk of having her shank him in his sleep. As months passed, he'd allow her small liberties that came with her cooperation. It's impressive how far she's come from the first night he'd taken her. When he had first told her to eat his ass, it had been met with a look of horror. The initial act itself was underwhelming. He could sense the reservation and disgust at the time and honestly, it probably made his dick throb a little harder because of it. It's a night an day difference now. Vander is not done crafting her into his perfect fuck pet but he's content with the progress. Early on, Vander highlighted the importance of spit when it came to anything involving using her mouth to service him. Vander's dominant right hand envelopes his fat, veiny cock. There's an almost sickening sloshing that occurs as he tugs at his own flesh with such carnal vigor. His heavy, cum filled balls twitch and the sensation of her tongue probing his asshole. His strong, muscular thighs even quiver slightly, unable to hide exactly how fucking good she's making him feel. His hand continue to jerk himself off, in no rush to seek out his climax. Sometimes entire mornings are spent this way, Vander catching up with the news and his finances all while Kalea is keeping his cock and asshole warm. Not to mention the times where Kalea is being punished and being soley used as a masturbatory aid. Fucking her is a privilege and at times he'd keep the girl edged and needy and the only thing he'd allow is for her to be his little rim slut, not even paying her any attention while he has his favorite porn on whilst she tongues his asshole. "You love eating your Master's ass, don't you slut?" He wanted to add more but her tongue hits weak spot of his and he's unable to way he moans out loud at the wave of pleasure that shocks through him. "Fuck you're going to make me cum if you keep that up. Maybe if you do a good job, I'll let you fuck yourself on my cock." Before allowing her to answer, Vander is grabbing a fistful of her hair and forcing her deeper down into between his thick ass cheeks and holding her there until her lungs are burning for air before finally letting go.

November had marked their one year anniversary; a year since he'd stolen her away, a year since her name had been splashed across headlines, a year since he'd taken claim of her body. The excitement had died down; any trace of where she went to long gone, her face disappearing from the spotlight as she seemed to have disappeared from herself, the girl before him now a far cry from the Kalea he'd stolen away. Seen or perhaps felt and not heard, the only sounds that come from her are the soft, wet noises of her mouth working against his asshole. His cock and balls are already drenched in her saliva, her dainty fingers stroking the length at a slow and steady pace, no thought seeming to exist behind her hooded eyes. Much like the world had forgotten her, so had she forgotten herself. Kalea woke in the morning to pleasure him, tended to his needs and wants throughout the day and pleasured him once more before they slept; her day consumed by him and him alone. It was all she'd known for over a year, all she was made for and the work she put in proved that she understood just that. Her tongue is deep within his asshole, eyes having fallen shut as she circled the inner walls, as she embraces the familiar taste. There's no haste to her actions, no rushing him or his climax, knowing he'd let her know when he wanted more.

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Please stuff the biggest plug you can fit in my ass and then train my throat with your cock as tears stream down my face

Vander stands at full attention, clearly a touch shocked, unable to hide the way he's grinning from ear to ear. The feeling of victory washes over him in massive waves as if he had just led a successful conquering of a nation. The older male had spent the majority of life racking up notches in his bedpost before realizing one night stands were boring. He was charming and witty enough so much so that enchanting a pretty young thing to be his cum receptacle for an evening wasn't a challenge. Maybe it came with age but his goals shifted. Wouldn't it pose more of a challenge to find an individual and craft them into the dedicated worshipper to take care of his every need? Even in Vander's wildest dreams did he envision this idea coming to fruition with a bonafide move star in the making. It's a fluke that he meets her at all in the first place. He went to church to see his mother and by chance saw Eliss in the pews. Quite frankly, it's hard to miss someone as beautiful as her. It helped that Vander had been a few of her movies while her presence may have been overlooked by the standard church goer. Most people may have been intimidated by her status but Vander saw it is as a challenge. A woman of faith could be easily manipulated with the right approach. Why couldn't Eliss be the one? Vander was raised in a very religious household and while he may not have been a practicing man of faith anymore, he knew the ins and out that came with being a believer. He pretended to be a good Christian man right from the get go, one that had fallen to sin but born again and renewed in faith. He sold this web of lies that she made him want to be a better man. Meanwhile, Vander was still getting his dick wet and having his balls drained whenever they got full with whatever side chick he wanted. The older male would have simply lost his mind if he had to be completely celibate much like his virgin fiancé. Was he concerned that he was putting to many eggs in this long con of a plan? What if married Eliss and was stuck with a boring Christian housewife who only fucked in missionary for the sake of procreation? Thankfully, Vander and Eliss were very open with one another when it came to communication. They never missed their monthly visits to confession and he had seen enough into her mind that he knew there was more than meets the eye. He would bet money that there was something much darker beneath her cherub-esque exterior. "I don't care about anyone else. As long as you feel comfortable in it then that's all that matters. You look completely breathtaking." He's fed her a lot of bullshit through their relationship but that last line was completely heartfelt. Blame it on the adrenaline starting to pump through his veins at the sheer anticipation of being able to start teaching Eliss the wonders that came with exploring the messy layers of sex. "I think the Lord has truly blessed me with one of his sweetest angels. This is who you were meant to be." Dedicated fully to becoming his living, breathing servant. Vander begins to shed his own set of layers, designer tux coming down in stages until he's left shirtless before his wife. He's a hulking figure, a sculpted Adonis that dwarf the tiny frame of the woman opposite him. "I think we have both waited long enough and we can start our next chapter." He approaches the bed, leaning down to his newly minted wife so he can place a deep, tongue twirling kiss into her lips. Vander catches himself unbuckling his belt out of sheer instinct before he stops himself from completely taking it off. The belt would come in handy soon. He steps away from the bed, a few strings of saliva pull apart as he gives room for her to settle in front of him. Vander beckons her over with a curl of his fingers before they land on the front of his crotch. "There's something I've been dying to show you as well." Thick digits ghost around his covered manhood, only half erect at the moment but still the outline of his fat cock can be seen tucked to the right side of his body.

open to: male muses

plot/connections: inspo here and here. sweet lil dumbass thinks she's found a godly man to spend eternity with. they're just willing to play the long con to get her all to themselves; he put a ring on her finger so she finally shuts up about premarital sex. meaning eliss has got to be the world's most enthusiastic virgin; she doesn't even know if the sexual chemistry is there but she's giving up a highly envied acting career in favor of going back to her roots for a more... domestic lifestyle would make eliss's traditional and highly devout parents jump for joy. her new husband's patience pays off and culminates in their wedding night. classic power imbalance + corruption thread. age gaps are encouraged :)

character: eliss park was a talented actress. she fled for college the second she could and left behind the suffocatingly tight-knit, religious community she was born and raised in. but outrunning your feelings never works; the girl is filled to the brim with repressed emotions, religious trauma, and guilt concerning what she finds arousing. she's a naive perfectionist. gets taken advantage of a lot because she's far too nice for her own good to everyone but herself. takes god first, others second, and yourself last way too seriously.

eliss sits before her husband on the massive bed. her hands fold neatly in her lap, cheeks flush with color. "hey. i thought you might like this. i— i don't see how anyone can feel comfortable in this, but i think tonight might be the perfect time to try new things." there's a demure smile on her striking features, eyes downcast because she still can't bear to look at him while feeling this level of exposure; she's practically nude in her white garter set, skimpy lace thong and a see-through lace bra to match the panties. her veil's still on, a suggestive piece of advice she gets from one of the few girlfriends she feels comfortable enough to confide in. one would be mistaken to think that someone who used to be so comfortable performing in front of a camera could exude that same ease around the person they marry. "—so… what do you think?"

"Oh." The admission of his situation catches Vander off guard, sympathy filling his veins as he instinctively goes to place a comforting hand on the other's shoulder. "I'm sorry to hear that. No one deserves to be treated like that." Calloused fingertips smooth over their soft flesh before he catches himself and whispering a soft apology. "I'd be a little more upset but them not being here means we had a chance to meet." Vander flashes a charming smile his way, unable to hide the way his eyes inadvertently wander down their body. Vander would be lying if he said he hadn't spotted them earlier in the day, trying to steal as many glances as he could. Vander was a massive figure, a hulking Adonis that oftentimes had a few sets of eyes on him while strolling down the beach. It spoke volumes that he couldn't be bothered with the attention on him when he only had eyes for this mysterious stranger. Vander was truly a sucker for some killer curves and Kit was seemingly a lethal dose of exactly that. "I had initially planned a trip for two but it didn't work out either. Apparently I am 'hard to satisfy'. I'll be first to admit, not everyone is built for a relationship with me. I tend to be very particular kind of man and not everyone can handle the...intensity in which I demand enjoy things. If I commit to something, I'm all in and I expect the same the same kind of devotion. Otherwise, what's the point?" There's clearly a invigorated fire that burns within the older male, a passionate individual that will not be ashamed of the person he is. Vander reaches for his glass to take a sip of his drink, savoring the way the alcohol brings the satisfying burn down his throat. "Sorry, I uh, should probably take it easier before I scare you off. Here, how about this?" He raises his glass in the air, offering a toast to the moment. "To the beautiful things in life. Sometimes they end up finding us when we least expect them." Tongue darts over his lips, offering him a warm smile with his glass raised.

open to: everyone plot: your muse just met kit [he/him, bottom] in the hot tub while on vacation. please do not like my starters

"i came here by myself, actually. originally i had someone to come with, but then i found out that i was the...the side person," kit tried to smile through that bit, but it was hard for even him to find the positive in that statement. "but let's not talk about the negative stuff right now! how about you? i'm sure you brought someone stunning with you and you're still fighting off the single people with a stick."

There was something so intoxicating about the way her throat retches at the intrusion of his fingers. He's no longer doing a routine check up but rather treating her like some prized cattle to which he will invest his time into. Some people long for someone without a gag reflex. The search for a throat that can accommodate the entirety of their throbbing cock without issue. To Javier, it was infinitely more appealing to find a person who had a gag reflex but would still stuff her gullet willingly for the mere fact it made Javier feel good. He craves to see the tears rolling down her cheeks. The sight of their saliva flowing uncontrollably out of their mouth as they milk out his heavy balls for all their worth. Sulli has already crossed off enough boxes already during her inspection that has Javier quietly buzzing beneath the surface. "If you're going to waste my time and question me when I'm trying to help you then you can leave. I'd rather not be insulted by someone who will have an impossible time trying to find a doctor who will even risk seeing her in this state." You can hear the absolute venom in his words, disdain plastered over his features as he continues on. He throws the files containing his notes onto the counter, silently seething to truly sell how disrespected he felt in that moment. If looks could kill, the brunette would be six feet under already. The cold metal of his stethoscope lands on her left ribcage before aggressively moving up to her chest. It's purposeful, the way Javier brushes the instrument under the fabric of her bra. He circles the end of the stethoscope around her nipple as he 'listens' in on her vitals. "Take a few deep breaths. Or is that too much to ask?" Javier mutters curses under her breath, no longer even trying to hide the annoyance she's now responsible for. He swap to her back now, listening in baking away from the girl and dramatically sanitizing his hands before going to call one of his assistants on the office phone. "Katherine, I'm going to need gloves ASAP. Do not enter the room. We have a potentially infectious case on our hands and I need to proceed with utmost caution." "I'm going to need you to lay back and place a foot in each of those stirrups. I'm going to need to take a long look at ground zero." Javi doesn't even address the patient with eye contact before storming out of the room. The doctor lets a few moments of silence pass before starting up a conversation with no one, wanting Sulli to be 'eavesdropping' on an otherwise private conversation. "Keep your distance, I'm not entirely sure what we're dealing with here yet. I think she keeps pissing herself or something saying her nasty cunt is all wet all the time. It also might be that dangerous new disease that's spreading in the shadows. I've already been exposed so I'm going to have to bite the bullet and be extremely thorough to get to the bottom of this patient. It's either that or send her off back into the public with an unknown, highly infectious disease. You know how many doctors are refusing to see patients like her at the mere risk of getting infected? I'm going to need to get real deep to properly diagnose her." Javier lets another minute of silence to wash over before he's reentering the room. He wheels over a mobile partition that allows a curtain to block the view between them during his 'examination'. "I'm ready to begin the thorough examination now. If you're ready to question me or my knowledge as a doctor, now is the time to get up and leave." The sound of stretching rubber surrounds the room as he slides the black rubber gloves over his expert fingers.

she was beyond mortified. although she knew that she would have to share some things, given her predicament and that he was a doctor, she had not been mentally prepared enough to divulge such intimate details. if she had been less anxious about her own embarrassment, about how disgusted he must have felt by her, sulli might have questioned more. perhaps not, though, she had always struggled with challenging authority figures. she had been told that that made her a good girl, but others thought it made her naive. her cheeks were practically stained pink, the manifestation of her embarrassment likely not to leave her skin for a while. the idea that she might have gotten a sexually transmitted disease from her boyfriend without them ever having had sex was horrible. she had tried to be good, but now she was so grotesque that even her doctor was horrified by her. "okay," she mumbled as he said that he would have to check the back of her throat. inflammation? would she, should she have been able to feel if her throat was inflamed. she wasn't sure, but it sounded horrible and she just wanted to be better.

it felt weird, his two fingers against her tongue. then it quickly became uncomfortable as they inched towards the back of her throat. the intrusion wrenched a gag from her, but his fingers remained for a beat, another. her mind whirled, berating herself for the involuntary reaction. her doctor just needed to check if she was even worse than he suspected and she couldn't even hold it together. her eyes watered. "i'm so sorry, doctor," she cried out as soon as his fingers are pulled out and she had sucked in a raspy breath. the sound of disgust that he emitted made her want to cry; how could she be this filthy without even having realized it was this bad. she watched in abject horror as he sanitized his hands, before she tried her best to internally assure herself that of course he had to do that — he had just had his fingers down her throat. "do you... do you really need to know all that?" she asked, voice small, even as she automatically reached for the hem of her t-shirt to lift it. following his directives was somehow far easier than answering his probing questions. the light in the room blurred briefly as she pulled her t-shirt over her head to reveal a sweet, white bra covering her small breasts. it was as she placed her t-shirt in her lap that his next question hit her. he didn't seem to think that she would truly be a mess right then, but somehow he had tapped on exactly the thing that was so awful about all of this. she knew because she was so familiar with the feeling now that she was, without a shadow of a doubt, sitting in her doctor's office with soaked panties. that he called them soiled, as if she had wet herself in some other way, was even worse. "please," she started, feeling terrible because he was laughing, "i... yes, they're... i can't help it, doctor."

There is a long exhale that leaves wrinkled lips as hears his granddaughter speak. He was in the midst of his prayer when she decided to come to him, armed with a dangerously sad set of puppy dog eyes. Unfortunately for Laurie, she's about to be rude awakening as to exactly who her grandfather is. His weathered hands remain clutching his favorite set of rosary beads, idly thumbing through the links as he stares fixes his cold gaze on his granddaughter. He blesses himself, cutting his prayers short, placing a chaste kiss onto his rosary before speaking. "I warned you about interrupting me during my time with God." There's clear frustration in his gruff voice as he speaks to his granddaughter. "I think you have a very skewed outlook on what your purpose here is. The fact you're worried about your reputations amongst heathens is beyond concerning. Whether you find me cruel or not doesn't matter. " When Harley was approached his Laurie's parents, he didn't hesitate at the opportunity to try and correct his granddaughter's path away from salvation. "The problem is, I cannot trust you to be further influenced by Lucifer. I felt his presence strong inside from the second you stepped into my home. Until that taint is gone, I no longer see you as my granddaughter." Harley glares daggers in the direction of the blonde, eyeing her down from head to toe. The fact she's strayed so far from the correct path breaks him up inside. "Is this Danny one of the boys your parents told me about? Tell me, this kind of party you're trying to be at, is this one you would feel comfortable attending if I was also there? I'm sure you had a nice outfit planned for such an important occasion. Why don't you show me what you were planning on wearing tonight?"

closed for @lecheroustaint // plotted.

"it's still okay that i'm going to go to danny's party tonight, right?", laurie asks, ocean-blue eyes fixed on her grandfather, a hint of nervousness obvious in her voice, "my parents said yes to this like forever ago already and it's going to be a small group anyway. like it's really not going to be anything wild and i can totally be home before one am?" to be perfectly honest, she still doesn't fully understand why her parents decided to send her off to him, what decision exactly made them assume that she needs professional help to get back onto the right track, to renew her relationship with god. sure, in the past months she's started to explore her sexuality a little, started dating and finally allowing guys who’d been interested in her for ages a chance. if god didn’t want her to be nice to them, why would he let them shower her with attention in the first place? and after all, it’s not like she slept with them, never going further than a really spicy little make-out session. so it wasn’t like she was actually having sex before marriage so what was the big deal? „and i’ll never hear the end of it if i don’t go, like my friends are so going to have inside jokes about tonight i’ll never get if i stay at home. so it’d be downright cruel to force me to stay home.“ a short pause as plump lips curled into the perfect pout. „and i know you‘re not cruel, right?“

Narrator: Things only got worse.

I'm not one to trauma dump but yeahhhhh. I would outright just quit but tbh rp and stimulating the creative writing side of my brain helps a ton during stressful stretches in my life. S/O to those who have checked in and have patient af with me. Gonna attempt some replies and stuff I owe today if I can find some free time.

IRL has not been kind as of late and leaving very little free time to be around :(

Trying to get back into the swing of things this week. Apologies for falling behind again. I'm trying my best and will try and start pumping some replies soon <3

IRL has not been kind as of late and leaving very little free time to be around :(

Trying to get back into the swing of things this week. Apologies for falling behind again. I'm trying my best and will try and start pumping some replies soon <3

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it hurts? ask me to stop, then. say please. god, yeah, just like that. fuck, you’re so cute. keep going, i’m close. i know it’s too much, baby. you can kick and scream. do you need help screaming? you’re pretty when you’re scared. oh, are you crying? you’re so good to me.