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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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Can I have some dilf Jake & younger reader (ofc over 18 tho!!!! , maybe like 10 years difference idk )

maybe reader being jakes best friends daughter and them hooking up 😩🔫

also Jake being lowkey mean abt it 😏…

like yk “my slut” or “what would your dad say if he saw you like that - mouth stuffed with my cock” 🕴🏻

NO BECAUSE THE WAY I LOVE THIS IDEA OMGGGG

my vibrator's gonna run outta battery from all these spicy ass asks 🤭🤭😩😩😩😩

You had always had a crush on Jake Sully. He was old enough to be your dad—seeing how he was almost your dad's age and your dad's best friend. You just never thought it would turn into what it did.

You found yourself more often than not envisioning him fucking you. His naked body, all on display, his thick hands caressing your thighs, his being controlling yours.

Every day, every night—always, you were daydreaming of him. Daydreaming of what he would say, how he would feel inside you, how we would touch you...

You imagined being used by him, and the feeling was too much.

You couldn't even look at him without getting all flustered, your ears folding against your head, tail swishing anxiously, cunt growing moist.

And it was almost like he knew. He'd smirk at you, wink at you, give you little pats on the thigh, caress your lower back, smile at you. He'd call you girl, and sweet, and once or twice, baby. But, you assumed those were all signs of endearment. What else could they be?

You were torn between hell and heaven when your parents announced having to take a trip to one of the neighboring clans, something or another about old friends, acquaintances—whatever. You didn't care about that. You only cared about who they were leaving you with.

Jake.

“But, Father,” you'd complained, “I'm twenty! I can stay on my own.” It was a futile attempt at a) trying to hide the excitement coursing through your veins; and b) at hoping you wouldn't have to remain under Jake's care, in his home, for an entire week.

A whole week, just the two of you.

“It's not about whether or not you're old enough,” your father replied. “You're responsible enough, you know your mother and I trust you, but in case anything happens, it would be good to know Jake can be there to help.”

No matter what arguments you presented, your parents brushed them away. And that's how you found yourself, days later, living under Jake's roof.

It was awkward the first two days. You'd sort of try to avoid him, you would refuse to look into his eyes, and you'd be terrified of daydreaming. Every time you thought of sex with Jake, he would ask, “What's on your mind, sweet?” and he'd have this look in his eyes...this thick, heavy look that made you shudder.

Eventually, you settled down a little, growing more comfortable around him.

Really comfortable, actually.

On a particular morning, just as dawn washes over the land, you wake up, sweating and panting, from a dream—no, another dream where Jake fucked you, his mouth on yours, his hands all over your body, his cock buried deep, deep in your body.

Judging by the time, you assume Jake's already out hunting. Still dazed with sleep and lust filling your veins, you sneak a hand between your thighs, softly caressing your already-wet pussy.

You sigh softly as relief fills you.

Jake's gotta be gone already, you think to yourself, fingers circling your pulsing clit. There's no way he's still here. He always leads the morning hunts.

You remove your loincloth, bending your legs and spreading them, one hand focused on your clit as the other one pushes a finger into your aching entrance.

You mewl softly, hips rolling against your hands, and you close your eyes.

The dream had been so vivid, so fucking real...You can still feel Jake, as if everything had truly happened. You can feel his cock inside you, his mouth on yours, that stupid smirk plastered across his lips.

“Fuck,” you hiss out quietly, curling the finger inside you upwards, touching your g-spot while your other hand pinches your clit. “Oh, fuck.”

As your body starts bucking with the pleasure, you imagine it's Jake's hand, his fingers on your pussy, his voice calling you baby and girl and sweet.

You're flustered, cheeks bright with your blush, body quaking. Fuck, what you'd give for Jake to touch you, kiss you, fuck you. Fuck.

The vivid image of Jake's eyes, amber and predatory, always sharp and cunning, sends a sudden jolt of pleasure through you.

“Ah!” you cry, a little louder than you would've liked to, but the sound is already out, and followed by a whimper of, “Jake.”

Unbeknownst to you, Jake sleeps not far from you, only a bedroom away, and when he hears you gasp, he sits up, alarmed.

He'd asked Tsu'tey to take over his shift for him, deciding he'd stay here in case you needed anything. The sound of your voice sends fear through him at first.

Something's wrong, he thinks, rising off his bed, quickly walking towards your bedroom.

But as he approaches, hand out, ready to push the flap of your tent open, he hears you again.

“Fuck.”

And Jake knows that sound. He knows it's not terror, it's not pain, it's not a call for aid. It's pleasure.

As he quietly steps closer to your bedroom, a whiff of your scent reaches his nose, intoxicating and thick. Your arousal is strong, it makes his cock twitch, his pupils dilate.

Jake shakes his head, pushing his cock down in an attempt to brush off the arousal.

What's wrong with me? Listening to the poor thing touch herself in there...as if I had any right.

Still, he doesn't walk away. He's about to, though, when another of your gasps reaches his ears.

“Fuck! Jake.”

At this, he freezes, ears perking, entire body going rigid. His cock springs to attention, lust beginning to sear through his veins.

Last he'd checked, you didn't know any other Jake but him...could it be that you were touching yourself to him?

“Yes, fuck,” you whine lowly, the sound of your soaked pussy growing louder, squelching as you fuck yourself.

And goddamn, Jake can't help himself.

He carefully pushes the flap of your tent open, peeking in, only to find you, legs spread wide, pussy on display, your hands touching yourself. He licks over his lips, his cock aching, as your scent grows stronger. He rubs his hand over the erection poking through his loincloth, yearning to fuck you.

He watches you for a moment, studies the way you touch yourself, the way your back arches, the way you throw your head back. Your pretty eyes are shut tight, your limbs quivering, and you poor fucking thing, he can't not help you when you're clearly in so much distress.

“You know, sweet, if you woulda told me you wanted me, I would've just helped you already,” he says, stepping into your bedroom, allowing the flap of the tent to close behind him.

You jerk, opening your eyes, quickly seeing him standing before you and removing your hands from your cunt, sitting up.

“Jake,” you stutter, voice breathless, cheeks growing darker with your blush. “I-I thought you'd—”

“Left for morning hunt?” he finishes for you, smirking. “Tsu'tey's leading today, baby.” His eyes scan over your pussy, gaze turning dark. “And thank fuck he did, huh?”

Deeply embarrassed, you croak out, “'m sorry, I...I, uh...I was just...” You trail off, at a loss for words. What could you possibly say to mend this?

“Touching yourself to me?” he questions, approaching your cot, crawling onto it.

You divert your gaze from him and press your thighs together, hiding your pussy from him.

“Oh, don't try to be all innocent and sweet now, girl,” he says, scoffing. “Spread your legs. Let me see how bad you need it.”

You refuse to meet his eyes, just as you refuse to open your thighs. So, Jake uses his huge, rough hands to force your thighs apart. You close your eyes, ashamed, goosebumps prickling over your skin.

His eyes drink in the sight of your soaked pussy, puffy from your ministrations, your slick dripping onto the thin mattress below.

Jake clicks his tongue. “You poor thing,” he says. “You were close, huh? And I interrupted you?”

You don't reply, only offer a tiny nod before murmuring, “Yeah.”

“Yeah,” he echoes, as if confirming the notion, licking his lower lip. “Will you let me make up for that, sweet?”

At this, your eyes snap open, meeting his famished gaze. “How-how do you mean?”

Jake smirks. “I'd prefer to show you. Will you let me?”

You consider it for a second. The opportunity of a lifetime...you're not gonna just let it slip past you...right?

“But you—What about my father? My mother?” you ask, voice quivering, and Jake can hear you don't give a fuck about that. You're just trying to be the good girl you always are, always trying to follow the rules and meet the expectations.

“Forget about them,” he replies. “They're not here to stop us, hm?”

You stare into his eyes for one, two, three seconds before nodding. “Okay,” you say quietly. “Show me.”

Jake smirks, his cock fidgets under his loincloth, and he removes the item of clothing. Your eyes fall to his cock, pupils growing wide at the sight.

Overcome with lust, you rise to your knees, asking, “Can-can I touch it?”

Jake groans at the request, throwing his head back. “Fuck,” he gasps. “'f course you can, sweet. You see how hard it is? It's for you, baby.”

You shyly reach for him, hand a little unsure as it wraps around his cock. The moment you touch him, Jake grunts softly, and you jerk him slowly, gently, glancing up at his face as he stares down at you.

Your big doe eyes find his predatory gaze. His lips are parted, little breaths leaving his mouth as you inch yourself closer. You place a kiss on the tip and Jake hisses. He wants to push you on your back and just fuck you, but he doesn't want to scare you off.

You lick his underside experimentally, keeping your eyes on his cock, and he watches, enthralled, as you play with him. The look of curiosity and amazement across your face makes him harder, precum dripping from his thick head.

You glance back up at him and timidly question, “You'll put it inside?”

Jake smiles at you, a cocky, seductive smile. “Inside that pretty pussy, if you'll let me,” he replies.

You nod slowly, understanding, before lying yourself on your back and spreading your legs. “I want you to.”

And Jake swears he's dead, he swears he's done for, swears his entire being is about to go haywire.

He remains kneeling on the bed, grabbing your hips in his large hands and pulling them up so your ass rests on his thighs. Your eyes are wide, excited, heart beating out of your chest.

“Watch,” he orders as he positions his cock against your entrance and then pushes into you, slowly, carefully.

Your eyes flutter a little as he enters you, but you don't gaze away from where your bodies meet. When the thick head meets your cervix, you gasp softly, body jerking, and Jake groans.

This is so much better than dreaming, you decide, clenching around him, making him grunt.

“So fuckin' tight,” he gasps, starting out with slow thrusts to see how you'll take it, and then increasing his speed, his eyes locking onto your breasts as they bounce with his pounds.

“Fuck!” you gasp, hands digging into the mattress below, legs shaking. You can't believe how deep inside you he is, how he stretches you out. It's so much better than your hands. So, so much better.

“Look at you,” Jake says, moving his gaze to where your pussy swallows his cock whole. “Takin' me so well, sweet. Is it good?”

“'s so good!” you reply, moaning, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You didn't think it could be this fucking amazing. “So good.”

Jake chuckles softly, watching you, and he figures he might as well force a confession from your lips while he's at it.

“Was this the first time you touched yourself to me?” he questions, one of his hands moving to your clit and drawing circles on it.

“N-no,” you reply, gasping and shaking.

“No?” Jake repeats, amused. “How many times have you done it?”

“Every-every—” You gasp, back arching, as he pinches your clit. “Ev'ry night.”

“Every night, huh?” he says, smirking. “And why didn't you ever tell me?”

“'cause you-you're dad's best friend,” you reply, whining as he angles his hips upwards, allowing his cock to press against your g-spot with every thrust.

“Ah, I see,” he chuckles. “You were afraid of your dad finding out, hm? Afraid he'd see how much of a slut you are for me?”

That makes you clench around Jake, and he groans, biting his lower lip. “'m a slut,” you echo, nodding. “A slut.”

“No,” Jake says, thrusting into your harder, deeper. “You're my slut.”

At this, you cry out, pussy dripping. “Your slut,” you agree, nodding. “'m your slut, Jake.”

“Yeah, you fuckin' are, aren't ya?” He smirks, his eyes watching your stuffed cunt. “Jesus, kid, what would your dad say if he saw you like this, hm? With your cunt full of my cock?”

“Ah!” you moan, the mere reminder of how wrong, how off limits Jake's supposed to be making you more aroused. The idea of breaking the rules for Jake makes your pussy throb, your legs quake.

“I'm not gonna lie to you, darlin',” he says, groaning. “I've jacked off to you every now and then, too. You and those pretty eyes, and those perfect tits, and that sweet ass. Goddamn. It's fucking impossible for me not to be hard around you.”

You mewl, eyes rolling into the back of your head, as you try to meet Jake's thrusts with the desperate bucking of your hips.

“Fuck, this is fuckin' amazing,” he grunts. “You have any idea how much I've wanted for you to suck my cock? How many times I've wanted to eat your pussy? How many times I've wanted to fuck you for hours until you're crying and begging me to stop?”

You whimper, entire body clad in a thin layer of sweat, your cunt fluttering around Jake's cock.

“One of these days, girl, imma make you squirt, yeah? You want me t'teach you that neat trick?”

You nod. “Please! Teach me whatever you want! Yes!”

Jake can feel your body tensing, your pussy growing tighter around him. “You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna coat my cock with your cum?”

“Mhmm!” you reply, whining, mind too lost in pleasure to formulate words.

Jake increases his speed, his hips ramming into yours, fingers pinching your clit, making you jerk and squeal in delight.

“Come for me, girl,” he encourages, his voice thick and rough with his approaching orgasm. “Come all over my cock so I can fill your pussy with my load, yeah?”

“Mhmm!” you repeat, nodding desperately, body thrashing wildly as Jake pounds you.

The pleasure becomes a harsh wave that crashes against the walls of your womb, threatening to fill you to the brim and then some more. You mewl, back arching, your eyes shut tight and your mouth open. You're gasping, shaking, cunt clenching around Jake with so much force, he drags against your insides almost painfully.

And then your orgasm claws its way out of you, breaking free, making your body shudder as you cry, “Jake! Jake!”

“I know, girl,” Jake replies, his own orgasm so near. “I know.”

As you begin recovering from your high, your pussy softens around Jake and he pounds into you, making you squeal and gasp, before he finally comes, spilling into you. His cum is hot and thick, sticky as it fills your cunt, dribbling out from how full you are.

Jake hasn't pulled out of you yet when he says, “When your parents come back, don't get nervous 'bout anything, kid. If they ask what we did, you just say you had a little bonding session with your dad's best friend.”

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nightmarist · 11 months

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Positive Psychology OC Ask Meme

I made Askbox Questions out of one of my psych text books to help develop characters for workable storytelling. Send some Virtues and a Character !

MINDFULLNESS– Do they live in the moment? What keeps them present?

SELF-EFFICACY– Does the end justify the means? How to they approach their goals? Do they blame others for their own faults or admit them?

RESILIENCE– How do they handle loss or failure? What helps them stay resilient and bounce back from loss or failure?

GROWTH – What would it take for them to change their mind or perspective? Do they recognize when new paths open for them, or stick to their preferred paths?

WISDOM– Are they open to other people’s perspectives? Do they look to history and past mistakes? What kinds of internal dialogue do they have about difficult situations?

CURIOSITY– How thoroughly do they explore new places, things, or ideas? Do they go out of their way to learn new things?

OPEN-MINDEDNESS– How do they deal with disagreement? How do they balance different perspectives?

LEARNING– What are they interesting in learning about, if anything? What hobbies and skills do they have? Do they know how to make themselves happy?

CREATIVITY– How do they go about solving problems? What is something they enjoy doing so much that they can lose themselves for hours doing it? Pick an object in your space: would they know what it is, and if not how would they go about figuring it out?

BRAVERY– What kinds of risks do they take? What are they willing to risk to help a stranger? Do they consider the cost-benefit of a risk?

PERSEVERANCE– Do they believe success is based on innate ability, or learning to overcome the obstacle? Do they know when to quit? What are ways they identify their weaknesses and strength?

VITALITY– Are they introverted, extroverted, or ambiverted? Are they more active or passive? What do they do to stay energetic? (NOTE: introvert does NOT mean they don’t like people, it means they need time alone to regain their energy for social situations).

INTEGRITY– Do they stand firm in their beliefs? Would they lie or refrain from disagreeing to avoid confrontation?

AUTHENTICITY– What are sub- and unconscious things that make them who they are? Who can they be themselves with, and who do they wear a mask for? What kinds of social roles do they perform?

HONESTY– What kinds of small lies do they tell others? What lies do they tell themselves? What is the biggest lie they’ve told?

SOCIAL INTELLIGENCE– Do they experience emotional empathy (innate ability to feel emotions for other people's feelings, i.e. happiness at success, grief at loss, etc), or cognitive empathy (may not feel grief but has a logical understanding that loss is painful, may not feel happy but has an innate understanding that someone’s success is a celebrated thing)? Are they aware of their own emotions and reactions? How well are they able to manage their emotions?

LOVE– What attachment styles do they experience? How involved are they in their friends, family, and loved one’s worries, hopes, or goals? Do they turn to their loved ones for support? Do they let people who love them help them?

KINDNESS– Do they go out of their way to do favorable acts for other people? Do they treat themselves?

FAIRNESS– How do they determine what is right? Do they care about what is right?

CITIZENSHIP– Do they prefer to look out for themselves or be part of a community? Are they willing to work with others fairly to reach a shared goal?

LEADERSHIP– Do they have clear, set goals? Do they take the consideration of others, or do what they will? Would they go out of their way to meet the individual needs of people around them, or create a more standardized all-in-one solution?

SELF-CONTROL– How easy is it for them to perform a new task well? If they want something, how hard is it for them to wait?

PRUDENCE– How far ahead do they plan? Are they able to strategize future potential factors? Do they go out of their way to ask for clarification, or simply assume they know what they’re doing?

HUMILITY– Are they open to seeing their own faults when others point them out? Are they realistic about themselves, or do they inflate negative or positive values? What is something they are genuinely proud of?

FORGIVENESS– Do they obsess or linger on the bad things that someone did to them? Do they allow change to take place after they have been hurt, or do they fight against it? What negativities dictate or direct their decisions or life?

HOPE– Do they look at their past accomplishments as evidence or inspiration for success? What inspires them to move forward?

HUMOR– Do they know how to diffuse tension appropriately, or do they make things worse? Do they let themselves have fun?

APPRECIATION– What kind of accomplishments do they recognize? What things do they find beautiful or attractive? Which of their senses do they find most joy engaging with?

GRATITUDE– Do they thank people out of obligation, or because they are actually thankful? What is something they are most grateful for in their life? What sorts of things should they be more grateful for?

MEANING– Where do they believe they fit in the world around them? What provides them comfort? Do they think about their daily life and routine? Are they satisfied?

PURPOSE– What kinds of goals do they have to look forward to? What are their internal goals (having a good relationship, being a certain kind of person, etc)? What are their external goals (making money, being admired)?

SPIRITUALITY– Do they connect with things greater than themselves, or do they find it daunting? Do they want to have an impact on the world around them (for better or worse)?

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Hello, I saw your post about boz and Castlevania characters getting drunk and crying about their S/O saying that they weren't single.

So I was wondering if we could have that but with Genshin characters. (I.e Childe, Ayato, Xiao, Zhongli, Kaeya, Scaramouche, Ei.)

Oh 🤣🤣🤣😂!! I’m going to have fun with this

“I wasn’t that drunk, was I?”

“You cried when I said I wasn’t single” 😑

Childe - tries to play it off cool, but alas his skills are lacking there. “No…really?” “Yes really! You were clinging to me like ‘I’ll never let go’”

Ayato - for a reserved politician-esque type, he’s always kept composure so for him to act like this in front of his s/o is deeply embarrassing for him. He leans into your shoulder with a groan as you tease him. “Oh yeah you did that too when I told you”

Xiao - well for being a man of few words, you certainly remind me of all the ones he divulged to you. Pls allow him to scream forever into a pillow or off a cliff

Zhongli - thousand yard stare. He’s lived and fought this long and this is one of the top three most embarrassing things he’s ever done

Kaeya - please spare him the details but also indulge him. Actually don’t because he stopped listening after you revealed how the barkeep had to peel him (in despair) off the table

Scaramouche - “it really wasn’t that bad, was it?” “You also threatened a patron, thinking I was dating them, when they tried to help!”

Ei - she is incredibly flustered and apologetic at how she was acting! You tease her only a little bit as you can see she’s remorseful about such a display

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3v3ry0n3z-fav3-al13n-x3 · 3 months

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do you have any cool patterns i could use for my character's shirt?

the old pattern is lost now so i need a new one. i thought youd be a good person to turn to because of how colorful and silly you are

y3z!! A l0t ^_^

h0p3 1 c0uld h3lp u <333

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witheredoffherwitch · 19 days

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kalki!! do you have any alysmond fic recs? i've found myself being drawn to that ship more and more recently (i cant resist a big titty milf witch, im sorry), and i know you fw it 🩷

Hey Bel, sorry for the wait - I've been off the grid studying for my exams. But, I have some recommendations for you! 🥰 🤗

first up, @saintaemond's entire Hotd collection is top-tier material, but my personal fave is tenderly open, revealed, as if cut in two

and then there's @patrocles's amazing work here. My top pick is definitely we, half dust, half deity

then, I highly suggest checking out AliaTurin collection, and my personal favorite is The Witch and The Dragon Prince

I'm no good nor evil. Simply I am. by Daisy_Dawson

burning through the bloodline (born from dark water) by congratsyouvegrownasoul

At Dusk by Adadzio

Strong Dragons by Fever_Dream

Sapphires and Emeralds by theycalled

Now the final one isn’t an Alysmond story but by the author’s own admission, their OC is very Alys-coded - and I agree! Personally, I think it is one of the best Aemond/OC fics out there on ao3:

sins of the son by @winterstellars

That's all 🫶

#inbox asks #bel 🫰#alysmond q #alys x aemond #alys rivers #aemond targaryen #aemond fanfiction #aemond one eye #house of the dragon

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theereina · 5 months

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Any blogs you recommend to follow?? :)

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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Please Please Please write the video idea😩😩😩 where lloyd is all whiny and pouty when he gets comfort from his girlfriend and he changed his demeanor when he realized she's recording him🤣🤣🤣

Yes yes I love soft!Lloyd😍😍😍❤️

Soft

Lloyd is a softie-when you’re alone, of course. He’d never show his soft side to anyone other than you…he doesn’t notice he’s being recorded.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Warnings: soft Lloyd (it’s a warning), implied smut

Lloyd buried his face into your neck, mumbling something in a whiny voice against your skin. Giving him a gentle kiss on the head, you slowly pull him a bit away. “What did you say, Bear?” you asked quietly, knowing he wanted a bit more cuddling and comfort after a mission gone wrong.

He loves cuddling you, laying between your legs, resting his head on your breasts… if naked he likes playing and sucking on your nipples but he also loves cuddling with clothes on. It’s just so comforting, having you this close against him.

“He called it a trash-stash” he whined into your neck, holding you even closer. You laughed quietly, kissing his head again. It’s not the first time he felt insecure about this- even though you always told him you loved his mustache. You loved how it tickled your skin when he kissed you or tickled your neck, thighs or stomach with it. He loved teasing you.

Cupping his face in your hands you slowly pulled him in an open mouthed kiss before licking into his mouth and brushing your hand over his hair. “Baby, I love your moustache. It’s not a trash-stash, it’s… a pornstach” you grinned, making him also grin lightly.

Once again Lloyd buried his face into your neck, giggling quietly. “Yeah? Then I’m happy you like it” he grinned into your skin, leaving gentle pecks along your neck. Laughing, you let him kiss and tickle your skin.

It doesn’t happen very often that you two can have quiet moments like this- and you want to freeze this moment forever.

Or even better.

Record it.

Quietly you took your phone from the nightstand and started recording Lloyd who was still kissing your neck sweetly yet aggressively, making you laugh whenever his mustache tickled your skin.

“Lloyd stop, it’s tickling” you laughed pushing his head away. He started whining when you pushed his forehead away. “Nooooo, don’t do that. Want kisses” he pouted, taking your hand and once again nestling his face into your neck, clinging to you for dear life.

Grinning you looked at the camera, showing his whole body nestled between your legs and laying like a heavy blanket over you.

With a smirk on your lips you loosened your legs from around his hips and put them aside, making him whine loudly. “Why’d you do that?” He grabbed your legs, putting them once again tightly around his body, nestling his face back into your neck.

“My teddy bear wants cuddles?” you laughed into his hair, while he nodded. “Yeah, cuddles…lots of cuddles” he mumbled in a funny voice into your skin.

You looked again at the camera. “That’s my big, bad bear here. A veeery dangerous species, in his natural environment -his girlfriend arms-“ “what are- Don’t record me, woman” he started the sentence still in a more softly voice, but when he noticed you holding the camera his voice turned much deeper while he sat up.

Laughing, you hold your phone out of his reach, still recording. “Come on- you can’t record me like that. Nobody can see me like this” he mumbled once again, more whiny while trying to grab the phone but you pressed your knee against his chest when he leaned in. “Nope, I’m keeping this.”

“Delete the recording.”

Lloyd used the voice he always used during questioning or torturing. That deep, hot voice.

Which made you only grin wider.

“Aw baby, you know what that voice does to me. You know I’m not scared… but maybe if you whine a bit more I’ll stop recording. But I’m not deleting anything” grinning you watched him think for a moment. Probably thinking about another strategy to make you delete the awful recording.

“You have to delete it. It’s a crime to record someone without their permission.”

The loud laugh that escaped your lips made Lloyd blush slightly, not being able to stop the grin on his own lips. Okay, he had to admit that was stupid.

You looked back at the camera. “Here folks, you heard him. It’s a crime. Because he definitely hates crimes and is against them” you grinned cheekily.

He sighed, laying once again down on your chest, hiding his face against your skin. “You’re awful.”

“And you love me for that, Lloyd” you whispered in his hair, scratching his back gently. “I’m definitely gonna show the video on our wedding day.”

“But we’re not engaged.”

You thought for a moment.

“Then you should propose.”

“I don’t want to if you’re keep the recording.”

“Then I’ll ask you myself”

Lloyd lifted his head. “Then I’ll say no.”

You lifted your eyebrows slightly. “Are you sure you’d say no?”

He sighed, letting his head fall back on your chest. “….no…”

There was still a little smile on his lips. Would you really be open to marrying him? He had never thought about having this. He’d never expected anyone to love him strong enough to want to spend the rest of their life with him.

Most people didn’t like him. He was ruthless and cold on the outside, not being someone people wanted to get to know better. Nobody ever tried to get to know his soft side- the side only you knew.

He lifted his head, watching you for a moment.

“Let’s make a compromise….You can keep your video, but I want one for myself, too” he grinned slightly, pulling his phone out of his pants pocket, turning on the camera and putting it on the nightstand, showing you and him on top of you.

Lloyd pushed your shirt up, kissing down your stomach with a smirk on his lips.

“Show me how much you like my moustache.”

Thanks for reading!

Feedback?

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potat0bag · 5 months

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What's your favorite thing about drawing Shiver?

Honestly- their tentacles. They can be really expressive, and getting that sense of depth and the angle you’re viewing them from is oddly fun.

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clarks-letterman · 6 months

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why did Josh Hutcherson look so hot all sweaty and sleep deprived in the FNAF movie.

because men whose lives are falling apart and messy are the finest men to exist!!

#inbox asks #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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aaaaa just found ur page and I'm in love with ur writing puurrrrr 🤭💕❗️❗️

may I request dilf jake sully fucking reader just sooo good and feeding my breeding kink brrrr

so it ended up with him making out with the filled up pussy, not caring how messy fuck up his face and tired overstimulated reader. maybe a bit of fluffy aftercare too, like what he would do~~

feel free to expand and write all you want ♡♡

BBY omggg thank you so much angel!!!! like omgggg 💕💕💕💕💕💕 whenever people tell me they enjoy my work, I SWEAR I'll walk around with the biggest, goofiest smile for daysssss 🥹🥹🥹🥹

😩😩😩 istfg this breeding kink is frrr too good like I purr every time someone brings it up 🤭🤭🤭

“Aw, baby, what's wrong?” Jake mocks, grinning as he fucks you with his fingers. “Why're you cryin'?”

Tears steam down your face, warm and salty, as the pleasure overcomes you. Jake's been fingering you for hours, just enjoying the way you mewl and groan, simply reveling in your overstimulation.

“Y're so mean!” you mewl. “Please, Daddy! Fuck me! Just—enough! Fuck me already!”

Jake chuckles. “Hm, how 'bout you come one more time for me and then I'll fuck you, yeah?”

“No!” you gasp. “I can't 'nymore! Please, no!”

“Come on, honey,” he coos. “Just one more, yeah? You've been so good all this time. Just a little longer for Daddy, hm?”

You mewl, shaking, and ask, “Just one more, and then you'll fuck me?”

“One more and I'll fuck you,” he promises, placing a kiss on your lower stomach.

“Okay,” you say shakily. “One more, Daddy.”

Jake smiles up at you. “That's my girl,” he says, pressing his thick fingers up against the spongy spot within you, making more tears stream down your face. His thumb is mean on your clit, applying excruciating pressure that makes you mewl.

Jake lies his head on your thigh, watching his fingers fuck into you, his cock aching to be inside you. Your scent is thick and heavy, it makes his pupils grow wide and his mouth salivate.

He can't help it. He removes his thumb from your clit and replaces it with his mouth as his fingers fuck you. You whimper, throwing your head back as Jake's tongue slides over your sensitive nub.

“Fuck, 's too much!” you squeal, pleasure clawing within you, your womb tightening from the intensity. “'s too much! Oh, fuck!”

“Shh, it's okay, girl, I know you can do it,” Jake encourages. “C'mon, baby. You're doing so well.” His hands are calloused, the texture heavenly as he rubs against your g-spot, his mouth warm and wet as it sucks on your clit.

Your thighs press to either side of Jake's head, squeezing together as he eats you out. He chuckles against you, your hips bucking up as you try to meet his face, as you curl against his touch. His eyes are trained on your face, on the way your eyes roll into the back of your head, the way your breasts heave up and down with your thick breaths.

“Daddy,” you gasp, trembling. “Daddy!”

Jake growls against you, making you quiver, as he slides his tongue down to your entrance, his fingers holding you open for his tongue to slide in and taste you. You mewl, gasping softly, as your hands fall to his head.

“More,” you whine, the pleasure growing within you, making your body almost numb from how intense it is. “More! 'm almost—! Almost!”

Jake drags his sharp canines over your clit, and you cry out, trying to move away from the sudden jolt of ecstasy. But Jake's mouth follows your cunt, sucking and licking and nipping at your clit, at your folds.

“Daddy! Daddy!” you gasp, nails digging into Jake's scalp, hips torn between grinding against his face and jerking away from his mouth. Your orgasm crawls to the surface, making you purr at the delicious sensation of relief, your limbs shaking violently.

“Almost! Almost! Daddy!” you cry, mewling, as your orgasm finally reaches you, eviscerating in its magnitude. You gasp, your pussy squirting onto Jake's face, making you weak and feeble, as he laps up your slick.

He helps you down from your high, riding out your pleasure, before pulling his fingers out of you and licking them clean. “I knew you could do it,” he says, grinning, wiping his mouth where your slick coats his blue skin.

You can barely breathe, tears streaking down your face, your body worn and exhausted, overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Fuck me,” you beg, spreading your legs, eyes struggling to open just so you can meet Jake's gaze. “Daddy, please.”

“I made you a promise, baby,” he replies, removing his loincloth, allowing his cock to spring free. “And I always keep my promises.” Jake runs the swollen tip of his cock up your folds, shuddering as your arousal smears over him. “Look at this pretty pussy, all needy f'r me, hm?”

“Yes,” you reply, eyes locked on Jake's cock as he teases your entrance, your body aching for him. “Yes, all f'r you, Daddy.”

Jake slides into you slowly, making you sniffle, back arching and hands digging into the soft soil below.

“Fuck, baby,” Jake grunts. “Look how wet you are, this pussy so fuckin' warm 'round my cock.”

You blubber out an incoherent response, your brain swirling with the feel of Jake's cock filling you, of the bulging head as it presses against your cervix.

And then he starts thrusting into you, hips slamming into yours, his pace rough and sharp. You mewl, too fatigued to do much but writhe as he ravages your cunt.

“Fuck, 'm gonna need a mirror one 'f these days so you can see how fuckin' pretty you look when I fuck ya,” he groans, his hands grabbing onto your thighs, holding them open, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, bruising you.

You nod, brain too scattered and fucked dumb to do much but agree. “Yes, Daddy,” you moan.

Jake chuckles. “Yeah, you look real pretty when my cock's this deep in that cunt 'f yours, hm? Look so fuckin' pathetic, so fuckin' dirty. Goddamn.” You clench around him, wiggling your hips, one of your hands falling to your clit. But Jake slaps it away, tsking softly. “If you're gonna come, you're gonna do it under my terms, you hear me, girl?”

You whimper, tears staining your cheeks, and you nod. “Okay, Daddy,” you reply, always so obedient.

Jake relishes in the look of despair across your face, in the way you shake. He loves when you're all weak and helpless, when you let him use you however he wants to without opposing him. Of course, he'd never do anything you weren't okay with, but, then again, you seemed to be okay with almost anything when it came to him.

“You're so good f'r me, aren't you, baby?” he asks, smirking down at you.

“Yes!” you cry out, back arching, eyes fluttering shut. “I'm yours! I'm yours, Daddy.”

“Yeah, I know you're mine, girl,” he says. “You're my little slut, aren't you?” he asks, licking his lips, the sound of his skin crashing into yours echoing around you. “My little girl to fuck?”

“Yes! Yes! 'm yours! Your slut, Daddy!” you respond, pussy tightening around him, your slick dripping from your stuffed cunt and smearing on Jake's hips and trickling down to his swollen balls.

You're quivering uncontrollably, the pleasure rising in you in waves, much like the tide, slowly taking over more and more of your sanity, threatening to drown your every thought in ecstasy.

Jake splays one of his hands across your lower stomach, pressing down directly on your womb, making you feel even fuller. You tense around his cock, and he groans quietly, his ears folding back as the pleasure shoots up through his body.

His cock bulges through your lower stomach, and Jake can see the way it grinds against your insides, the way it makes you squirm with each of his movements. Jake leans down, caging your body with his so he can press a kiss to your mouth.

His tongue is soft and sweet as it slides past your lips. He tastes of you, of your cunt. He smells of you. His entire body gives away the fact that he's yours. Much like yours shows you're his, with his scent, his hand print on your ass, the bruises of his five fingers on your thighs, and the little bites he leaves all over you.

Jake hoists one of your legs around his waist, allowing him to sink deeper, the head of his cock smacking into your g-spot with each fierce thrust.

You mewl into the kiss and Jake swallows your sounds, his cock pulsing at your every whimper.

He snakes his hand lower, moving it from your womb to your cunt, and he occupies his fingers over your clit, drawing little circles on it. You gasp, back arching, hips following his hand in search of more friction. Jake pinches the little nub between his fingers, making you hiss, your sharp canines biting down on his lower lip.

Jake gasps at the sensation, the sharp pain quickly melting into searing pleasure. He increases the speed of his thrusts, making your breasts bounce, so close to his own face. So he lowers his mouth from yours to your tits, kissing the soft flesh, taking one of your nipples between his lips.

“More!” you wail, legs trembling, your hands rising to hold onto Jake's shoulders. “More!”

As Jake fucks you harder, deeper, you sink your nails into the skin of his back, making him shudder, his teeth softly biting at your nipple. He increases the pressure and the speed of his fingers as they play with your clit, making you jerk, body convulsing beneath his.

“Daddy!” you cry. “Daddy! 's too much! I can't 'nymore! Please!”

“Oh, come on, baby,” Jake says. “We already talked 'bout this, remember? You can do it one more time, yeah? Last one. Come one last time for Daddy, girl. I know you got it in you.”

You writhe, shaking your head, trying to deny him, but your body is aching, your orgasm begging to be let out. “Last one,” you gasp, shuddering. “This is the last one.”

Jake smiles, kissing your neck. “There she is, my good little girl.” He bites over your throat, sinking his teeth into your skin. “Come for me again, girl. Come on Daddy's cock, yeah?”

You don't reply. You're too busy concentrating on the feeling of his fingers fondling your clit, on the way he bruises your cervix, on the way his hips slam into yours, on the way his other hand wraps around your neck, squeezing softly and making you see stars.

Your pleasure gnaws at your insides, a violent entity that rises to the surface slowly and then suddenly bursts over you. You gasp, cunt squeezing around Jake's cock as you come, your legs trembling, your muscles going taut.

“Daddy! Daddy!” you blubber, sniffling, as Jake helps you ride out your orgasm, your pleasure slowly dying away, your body beginning to recover.

But Jake's not done. “'m gonna fill this pretty cunt, girl,” he says, smirking, as you whimper when he continues thrusting into you with unfazed vigor. “I'm gonna cum in you. Gonna fill you up with every last drop.” He groans, “I'm gonna give you a baby, girl. 's that what you want? Y'want me to give you a child? Wanna be full with my baby? Hm?”

“Yes!” you gasp, your arousal making your thighs slippery. “Yes! Please!”

Jake grunts, thrusting into you at a sloppy pace as his orgasm finally overcomes him, making his seed spill into you in thick ropes, hot and sticky, as they fill you to the brim.

You shiver at the sensation, eyes rolling into the back of your head, body quaking.

Jake recovers much faster than you. He's soon pressing soft little kisses to your temple, pulling out of you. He crawls down your body, leaving a trail of kisses behind, until he reaches your pussy. And then he eats you out. He slides his tongue into you, savoring your mixed orgasms, groaning at the taste. His nose presses into your clit, making you jerk, as your frail hands try to push his head away.

But Jake's hands hold onto your hips, keeping you in place as he cleans you up. You're writhing, sobbing and hiccuping from the overstimulation, your every nerve alight with too much pleasure. He sinks his nose against your clit, rubbing his face on your cunt, smearing your cum and his all over his mouth and chin and cheeks.

You writhe, whimpering, begging him to stop. But it's just so good. The taste of you combined with his own...fuck, it drives him insane.

But then Jake glances up at you and he sees the look of excruciation on your face, the way the pleasure truly is too much, and a warm emotion comes over him.

He moves his mouth away from your pussy, kissing your thighs before laying on the grass beside you.

He holds you in his arms, fingers caressing over your skin, tracing your outline. You're the most precious thing to him, the most prized presence in his life. You're everything to him. Your mind and your soul have enamored him, and he's not sure he'll ever stop loving you.

“You did so good, girl,” he says softly, kissing your shoulder. “Always so good.” He presses a kiss to your temple. “And I know I can be mean, I know I can be too much for you, and you still take it. And I-I just love you for that.”

You nuzzle yourself into his body, allowing the warmth of his embrace to lull you to sleep. He gently massages you, massages the tense muscles under your skin, gently caresses the bruises he left behind. He kisses your tears away, licks them off your cheeks, enraptures your mouth with a kiss that makes you swoon.

And then he holds you in his arms, allowing you to fall asleep as he watches over you, the most precious being to have ever existed.

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freezeman049atdwndotcom · 7 months

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HI FREEZEMAN!! Have you seen the new issue of Polar Beat that came out this week? It features Iceman on the cover!!! AND A WHOLE ARTICLE ABOUT HIM!!

Where can I find more of these?

#freeze man #ice man #punk mega man #dr. wily #hornet man #astro man #crash man #quint #junk man #top man #mega man #mega man classic #megaman #megaman classic #inbox asks #((GOD SO MANY PEOPLE TO TAG BUT UHHH HI IM ALIVE STILL I JUST HAVENT BEEN MAKING ART FOR HERE WHOOPS))#((anyways i just have shit sketched up for a big ask but cris had to make this piece and I had to make everyone LOOK AT IT NOW!!!))#((freeze goes to the store and buys 5 more copies to preseve snd keep))

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demigoddessqueens · 7 months

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Astarion trying to bite aasimar tav. He recoils in pain waking them up. "Dude I'm not even mad. I'm just... very confused. Like me and karlach are like the last people I figured you should even think to try that on. You okay btw?"

The blood is hot but only because it’s laced with a bit of holy fire 🔥

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3v3ry0n3z-fav3-al13n-x3 · 2 months

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what's your favorite outfit you've made so far ?

d1z 0n3!! ^_^

1tz mah n3w3zt 0n3 z0 1 nvr zh0w3d 1t b4 xDD :P

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call-me-double-trouble · 4 days

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This is so not me being gay and wanting to see Double Trouble in a suit

Double Trouble as a hit man in the colors "Bloody teeth" evil laughter 🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸

I hope you’re satisfied with my interpretation of the prompt! Thanks for the suggestion!

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steddie-thirst · 2 years

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MICHAEL MYERS X STRANGER THINGS

Come Out | Mean!Eddie x Fem! Reader | 18+

(( I know it's not Halloween yet, but I felt like timing that fic this way so yeah halloween smut yay!))

Requested by: Anon

Summary: What about some eddie smut where he dresses up like Michael myers and stalks reader around the house and makes her go hide and if he finds her she's biiiiiig trouble

PLEASE ENOY THE FILTH

“Come on out, Princess. I just want to play.”

Halloween night had not gone as planned. First, it was Eddie deciding to cancel the movie date. Then it was the little phone calls with hollow breathing at the ends of the receiver. It had drove you to hell and back. What really had done it when he’d shown up dressed up in his costume practically scaring you to death. You had enough of his little tricks, yelling and calling him names, making sure he knew how much of a pain he was, but this was his final straw.

He snapped.

“Don’t you want to play with, Daddy?” Eddie had been searching up and down for his favorite plaything - no sign of stopping. The house was probably the closest thing to a mansion as anyone could get in Hawkins. Searching through every nook and cranny to locate the object of his desire. Brown orbs that once held a softness to them were now hardened. Darkened with anger. Eddie needs to make you pay for every action, "Kitten, I know you're hiding from me."

From your place underneath the guest bed you kept a hand clamped over your mouth, warm breath fanning against your palm. A poor attempt to muffle the frequent sobs and whimpers. Fear rocked through you, heart beating wildly, blood pumping. Each creak of the floorboards sends you into a frenzy of panic, old wood whining beneath his boots. He stalks down the hall closer to your room, noting how the door was left wide open, only sparing it a quick glance before moving on. You'd be dumb to hide in there. Eddie knew he’d picked out the smartest of the bunch.

He continued down the hall dragging the kitchen knife along the wall as he went. Blade scraping against the hardened wood, a horrible shrill sound echoing down the long hallway. It drove you wild and it was surely intentional."I only want to play, sweetheart." He coos, voice cutting through the eerie silence hanging amidst the air. "Daddy, knows how much you like to play. I'm not mad. Everyone gets a little angry."

Eddie's tone was so sickeningly-sweet. Making it even harder to hide. One part of you knew he was gone and yet the other side wanted nothing more to fall into his arms. You tensed as the door creaked open followed by the heavy thud of his footsteps. Then they stopped.

You looked to the left. Nothing, then to the right- "Boo!" A scream ripped its way through your throat as his face sat only mere inches away, dark curls framing his face. "Gotcha." His hands immediately flung out to grab ahold of you.

One hand on the forearm and the other around the base of your knee, dragging whilst you were kicking, screaming, clawing at everything in a desperate attempt to get away.

As he does so the carpet bites into your skin surely harsh enough to leave small burns. "Eddie! No-" He hauls you off the ground and tosses you onto the mattress with such a force it's shocking. You scramble to get up, but he's got you at knife-point.

"Ah, ah, ah." He tuts with a click of his tongue, pressing the blade to your collarbone, "Let's not get too hasty now. I think you owe me a big apology for your little outburst of behavior, sweetheart."

"E-Eddie, please I'm sorry I-I.." You were unable to form a coherent sentence, stumbling over words as they tumbled poorly from your lips. He was eating it up.

"Dumb bitch." He hissed, pressing the blade with a bit more pressure, making your words turn into pathetic little sobs. "Can't even fucking apologize properly. I worked so hard to give you everything and you just had to go and throw a little fit." Each word was laced with venom.

"I-I'm sorry." Eddie eyes you over as the wimpy apology finally makes its way to his ears. However, he's way past that stage.

"Sit up and take this dumb sweater off. It makes you look stupid." He growled, stepping back so you could stand up off the mattress. Still wielding the knife in his hand in case you felt like making an escape attempt.

Shaking hands reach down to the hem to pull the crème colored sweater off and over your head. Eddie snatches the item and tossed it over his shoulder landing somewhere on the floor. He takes in every curve and dip of your body, like a predator does with its prey, "God baby you look so fuckin' cute when you're scared." His fingers cup your breast through the thin material of your laced bra. A moan had somehow slipped through all the whining you'd been doing.

"Ed-"

"Not my name, slut." He's quick to correct you.

Quickly going to correct yourself, "Daddy, please I-I need you."

Eddie tilts his head to the side examining you, curls flowing with his movements, "No, you don't get anything from me. You're gonna take your fucking punishment and thank me for it." He drags the knife down your chest, between the cups of your breasts and down to the hem of your skirt. "Take it off, princess. Then bend that little ass over the mattress."

Eddie was meticulous, carefully plotting each step of your punishment right then and there, knowing full well you'd give in. It was hard to tell such a pretty man, No. Especially after the fact you'd gone so far as to hide, even throwing a fit calling him such names.

You deserved this.

Shimmying out of the skirt and kicking it off afterwards looking up at Eddie, who only gave a cold stare in return. "Come on baby, bend over." You shiver as the coolness of the sheets nip at the warmth of your skin. Shuddering as you bend over the mattress and Eddie smirks. "That's my good girl." He sets aside the knife and takes in a deep breath. "Now, how many spanks do you think you deserve for your little outburst, Hmm?" His hands knead the flesh of your ass, rings digging against your skin in an unpleasant way making you squirm.

"T-Ten."

"Only Ten?" He seems shocked. "No. I think you deserve more than that, let's double it.” Eddie argues kicking apart your legs with his boot, “Let’s make it Twenty."

"B-But, Daddy-" The first strike catches you off guard and a sharp sting blooms across your backside. Eddie admires the reddened skin chuckling, still managing to make you squirm.

"No, buts. I wanna hear you count and thank me for each one. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy." Your response urges him to continue.

The first strike was gentle, to say the least, knowing full well he could hit harder. "One! Thank you, Daddy." Then the second came even harder, turning up the pain, "Two, Thank you." The third one was even worse: the skin was growing a bright red and purple bloomed from the spot his rings had struck.

Twenty painful plows left you whimpering, sobbing, and totally wrecked. Tears stained your cheeks, eyes red and puffy. Just how he liked you, "Such a good little slut. I wish you would argue with me more often, I like punishing you." He huffs, rubbing his fingers lightly over the abused flesh earning a choked sob from you.

"I-Im really sorry, Daddy." You were going to pay for every word, that much was true, but Eddie had never been so - Pissed.

“I know you are, baby. You’ll remember this moment the next time you wanna get smart with me.” He hissed, you turn to look back at him through your lashes as he unbuttons the blue jumpsuit he had been sporting for his costume. “But tonight it’s all about making it up to, Daddy. I’m going to fuck you as hard as I want all fucking night. Best part is no one will hear you screaming.” He admits.

“Daddy, please.”

“Shut it, princess. The only thing you need to be begging me for is to ask for it harder.” Eddie jeered, gripping your hips and adjusting his position. He stood between your legs, fingers skillfully dancing over the hem of the lilac panties that you adorned. A rush of coolness brushes over your exposed lips as he shoves the lacey garment down your knees. “Look at that already wet and waiting for my cock.” The pads of his fingers toy with your entrance enjoying the way your walls clenched around nothing. A soft gasp escapes you feeling him toy with your entrance.

“I’m going to destroy this cute little hole of yours, princess.” Eddie is kind enough to let you in on his plan. His cock hardens at the site of slick that has coated his fingers when he pulls them away, immediately going to have a taste of you. He groans the sweet-salty filling all of his senses. You let out a whine as his fingers leave the comfort of your core, his fingers go to wrap around his cock, pulling aside the costume to free himself. Using one hand to pump his shaft to full hardness, a small bead of pre-cum leaking from the head, brushing his thumb over it, as he stares down at your entrance. His other hand has a tight grip on your hip as he guides himself inside, soft walls hugging, sucking him deeper inside.

Eddie shudders at the feeling. How you always managed to stay so tight for him was fucking unbelievable. Head lolling back, Adam's apple bobbing as a short grunt leaves his lips. “Fuck - Shit baby - You’ve got such a tight little hole.”

"God- Daddy - F-Fuck me." You moan almost breathless enjoying how his cock fills you up, inch by inch and stretches you in the most pleasurable way. Eddie takes how you clench around him as a sign to move. His hips meeting your very bruised ass mixing the line between and pleasure.

Eddie grunts he takes his time building a comfortable rhythm, leaving your toes curling, eyes fluttering, and lips parted as lewd sounds fill the room. Eddie chuckles, "Don't worry baby. I'm gonna take care of that pretty little hole. Already sucking me in nice and tight." As soon as the words to the brim, the head striking that serene spot leaving you absolutely dumb. Eyes rolling into your head as his pace picks up, the sound of skin meeting skin accompanying the pornagraphic sounds hanging in the air. His fingers tightly wound at your hips nails biting into the supple curves as he fucked you into the mattress. He was relentless making sure you felt every inch and managing to hit that golden spot each time making you see stars.

“Ungh- Fuck -Shit, Daddy!” You cried out hands going to fist the sheets beneath you trying to find someway to keep yourself grounded in this moment. His shoulders were bent back, muscles tensed, jaw slack as his own noises sounded with yours.

"That's it, slut. Fucking take my cock like the greedy princess you are." He grunts making sure you knew how much of a slut you were for him. Eddie practically growled at you like a wild animal claiming its prey. A sharp pressur began to build in your abdomen and Eddie chuckled, “Don’t you dare fucking cum slut.”

"D-Daddy… Please.." You plead through tears and breathless moaning, but Eddie sneered down at you, “I said, No!” Hips slapping against your own. You throw your head back moaning, “You’re not fucking cumming tonight, not with that bratty little mouth, you’re going to take care of my needs for once!” He snapped cock beginning to twitch, balls clenching, as you grew tighter due to the building orgasm.

He was going to make you ride that high for as long as possible, as his own cock was twitching. “Fuck, gonna cum in this little pussy, fill it up and make you hold it. My slut.” He was going to be completely milked by your pussy. Eddie’s hips picked up the pack, before he felt it. The sharp and hot feeling through his abdomen as he came. Throwing his head back letting out a grunt, before leaning over you, torso pressed against your back, hips meeting with the bruised cheeks of your ass. "That's it, baby. Take it - Fuccck." He groans, thighs tensed, and shuddering cumming deep within you, a warmth floods your insides and one final strangled moan escapes you. Coating every part of you, flooding your little pussy, and staying deep inside. Enjoying every moment spent inside you.

Eddie sighs completely relieved and totally spent, pulling out of your aching cunt leaving you shuddering. He leans down and kisses your shoulder, brushing away the stray hairs stuck to the back of your neck . "Such a good girl, princess. So fucking good for, Daddy." He kisses your shoulder blades and helps you sink further into the mattress as he steps back to watch his handiwork drip from your used hole. “Fucking pretty like this. Maybe you should lose your temper more often.” A whine escapes you and he chuckles, going gently to rub the sore flesh. “I know, baby. I know. Next time don’t get so whiny.”

“I love you, Daddy.”

“Mm, I love you too, princess. Happy Halloween.”

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