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So I wrote a short story and I'm selling it on Draft2Digital! (Smashwords is converting over.) It's $3.99 and it's a historical romance erotica, where a duke gives his wife to his brother to father him an heir! I hope you enjoy, and I'm working on getting my next one up soon!
I’m riding my boyfriend hard until we both cum by LittleMissLala
Always
Gentleman’s desires
Sigh……🐾
Believe It
Male aged 24. Edging and finally cumming hard.
the best hoe tip ever, orgasm in like 3 seconds
This shit low key legendary she can ride u.. rub her clit against your thigh and is in the prime angle for u to spank her at
Yall be lookin out frfr lol
Just gotta pass it on
Ladies I don’t mind if you rub yo clit on my thigh get your orgasm babe✨
i wonder if this works well if you’re fat?
Probably would tbh
Take it from your big sis, THIS POSITION IS FATTY APPROVED! This post ain’t nothin but the truth.
👀 Hmm ok
I see…*saves this for future usage*
No idea why i never thought of this
oh it’s lit
*downloads photo*
Yall I’ve been looking for this photo I did that shit last night I think I almost died of bliss
Throat training 1A1…
Throat Fucking 1A1…
Great training tips @bbwcumslut4black
203. Due to his animalistic DNA, Beast Boy has an impregnation fetish. Whenever he and Raven are having sex he likes to talk dirty and say things along the lines of, “I’m going to unload all of my cum into you! And make you a pregnant little demon! Make you carry my beastly seed in your slutty little belly!”.
Safe to say, Raven is a big fan of this method. To indulge him occasionally, they do have unprotected sex from time to time.
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Our chance
Ask - @glitterquadricorn Can I request something? I want one with chris evans and a baby. Maybe his wife telling him that they’re finally pregnant after a couple of years of trying. Him with babies makes my heart flutter!
Gurll you and me both!! Here it is, I hope you like it 💕💗
Summary - after years of being unsuccessful in stating a family, maybe your chance to have one was over..or is it?
Pairing - Chris Evans x reader
Warnings - brief SMUT (18+), crying, floof
M A S T E R L I S T
The quiet lull of the passing cars echoed around the silent, sleepy private estate in Sudbury, every house in the exclusive estate dead silent with the promise of sleep for every individual - all but one house.
The grandest house in the estate - the Evans house - wasn’t lit up with the signs of life but within the house, nobody was sleeping. The sounds of grunts, heavy moaning and skin slapping against skin reverberated around the house, as muffled at it may be, it was still loud enough to hear.
The two of you had lost all sense of discreetness and mindfulness for poor Dodger after round two and were still going at it like animals. On what could’ve easily been round five or six even, you felt that tight bundle of nerves in the pit of your stomach unravel for the sixth time tonight and begged Chris with his release by slamming your ass into his thrusts and tightening your pussy around his incredible length.
To your pleasure, Chris thrust his hips into yours a final few times and gave you his release at the same time as yours, stuffing your already overfilled pussy with his cum again, begging it worked this time.
The two of you were indeed very eager to start a family of your own after seeing so many of your friends and family with their own bundles of joy. Both yours and Chris’ parents didn’t help either wondering if you were considering giving them more grandchildren and were always keen to praise yours and Chris’ natural parental ways whenever the time came up.
After a long talk on your honeymoon, you and Chris decided that after a year of work and finishing filming projects off, you’d start trying to conceive.
That was three years ago and you still had not one positive pregnancy test to this day.
Keep reading
Chris Evans and a breeding kink? 😏
Chris definitely has a breeding kink, that’s just facts anyone who thinks otherwise has to go.
He’s always talking about wanting kids and having the perfect suburban Boston life, so no doubt he has a breeding kink. I feel like it would be in full force the night of the honeymoon. With him whispering in your ear “I’ve been waiting so long to fill you up” and stuff like that.
The reason I say honeymoon night is because I’ve noticed Chris isn’t a fool and slanging dick all willy nilly, he’s wrapping it up until he knows you’re the one. But I think there would be times before the honeymoon where his breeding kink would show. The way he ruts into you, the things he says, little hints. But it would be full force honeymoon night and beyond.
Even when you’re pregnant he would be instantly turned on seeing you adjust to life as pregnant woman. Just knowing he put a baby inside of you would just ignite something in him.
Thanks for coming to my TED talk 👋🏾
I want to do this role reversal thing where my future husband is the one begging me to let him plant his seed in me so he could knock me up. I want to hear him begging me when I have him tied up against the headboards to let him cum inside of me for once so I can have his children. God, it would turn me on so much, especially when I in tie him and he keeps his hands firmly on my hips as he cums and tells me that I am all his.
Something told me you guys liked the first post I did of this meme so I thought I might as well draw more mwahahaha
I hate men so much they literally are like this. Purposeful incompetence to avoid responsibilities they don’t want ............... the comments on this post on fb were So bad
Save the leftovers. Throw the whole man out.
Imagine being this fucking petty over a reasonable request to do even a fraction of the share of housework, and thinking you're a good partner. Makes you understand how so many dudes can be clueless and full of shit on so many other topics, too.
I hope his wife poured a glass of spaghetti and gulped it slowly while making steady eye contact with him as her lawyer presented the divorce papers.
"Haha, that'll TEACH my wife!!"
Dude, you're supposed to LOVE her. I hope she sees this and dumps your worthless ass. While she has that glass of spaghetti.
#marie kondo your marriage
“The measure of your oppression is his resistance. ...[He will say] ‘I don’t mind sharing the work, but you’ll have to show me how to do it.’ Meaning: ‘I ask a lot of questions and you’ll have to show me everything every time I do it because I don’t remember so good. Also don’t try to sit down and read while I’m doing my jobs because I’m going to annoy the hell out of you until it’s easier to do them yourself.’” - Pat Mainardi, “The Politics of Housework”
(also, studies from the 80s and 90s show that single women do less housework than married women. Including single mothers.)
Were I married, I would be the wife that would see this ‘unintended ingenuity’ (really spitefullness) and be like, “wow honey! Great idea! Using a tall container makes more space in the fridge!”
And then continue asking for help.
It’s the Basic Ball!
A ball for the rest of the LGBT-cuties.
—A Black Lady Sketch Show 1x02
That “Bitch he’s not eating he’s at work” has me flatlined
this sketch cured my depression i don’t have to go to therapy anymore i’m uplifted and seen and felt and heard and held
Male aged 24. Edging and finally cumming hard.
A Fairytale Ending - The Son
This could be considered a sequel to A Fairytale Ending as this follows Collete and Istvan’s son and his lady. There is also some mention of rape, though this story is not a dubcon.
Dorin was surprised at the speed of his heart as he led Mathild through the halls of the castle. It was not as if he should have to sneak around. He was, after all, the prince of this palace and next in line for the throne so his word should be obeyed. But that also meant that every decision he made had to be examined and weighed to ensure the best outcome. His father’s advisors and nobles had been particularly vocal lately that he should take a wife and each had thrown their support behind a different princess/ducess/baroness/whomever would make the best match.
His father, though irked by the “sale” of his son, conceded to a ball, where the young ladies could be presented and all could spend some time with Dorin getting to know him. So, the past weeks had seen a veritable wave of eligible (and fertile) young women arriving for the ball. They were pretty yes, and flirted outrageously with him, but none really caught his eye.
Until Mathild.
Mathild was a princess from the west, and the third child of the Elected Emperor. Her older brother would eventually succeed to the role of their father and her elder sister would be married off to the prince of a friendly nation. Both of them had been blessed with flaxen hair and fair skin, and were widely touted for their physical beauty. Mathild had not been so blessed, though she was not awful to look at. She was simply plain.
But what Mathild lacked in physical beauty she made up for in intelligence and wit. It became apparently obvious upon her introduction as a potential bride candidate. She had looked him square in the eye, not once averting her gaze to act shy or coy.
“We are pleased you could come,” Dorin had said. The corner of Mathild’s mouth quirked up in amusement.
“No you are not,” she stated. Dorin started.
“Of course we are,” he repeated.
“No, I don’t think so. I do not present a lovely bride, your highness. I am well aware. But I do believe my lovely dowry, some five-thousand soldiers and the support of Rome, should be enticing,” she said. Dorin was not fast enough to shut his gaping mouth before Mathild curtsied and was ushered away, her advisors hissing in her ear. He settled back, a tiny smirk playing at his lips. Well, that one should be interesting, he thought.
As the weeks passed, Dorin found himself in Mathild’s company more than any other of the lovely young ladies. She proved skittish and combative, always ready with a quick barb. But there was a tenderness beneath it, always speaking in gentle tones to his people when they ventured out of the castle.
Some of his father’s courtiers were pleased with this development, though the majority were still trying to push their own picks rather fervently. Mathild was simply, “not what a queen should be,” they argued, though she was the best suited candidate out of the lot.
As the date for the ball grew closer, Dorin was more and more sure of who his pick would be, but in spite of her warming up to him, there were times when she could still be prickly with him. So he’d started stealing kisses, surprising her and bringing a lovely blush to her cheeks. These kisses became longer and more sensuous over time, their tongues tangling as they hid in dark alcoves. Her little whines and moans set his blood on fire and made the wanting all the stronger.
This shifted to late night visits to her chambers, long after the castle was asleep. The first night she had protested vehemently, though that died as he kissed her senseless and slipped his fingers between her lips. As she tumbled over the edge with a startled cry, her hair fanned out across her pillow and her breasts tinged red and heaving, Dorin knew he was a goner.
Eating her quim had taken some time, as she, like so many women, had been raised with the idea that it was sinful and dirty per the Catholic Church. But with more patience than he thought he had, he worked her up to it, licking his fingers and sucking on them after she’d spent herself all over them. He’d nip at her stomach and thighs as he lavished kisses on them, her legs naturally dropping open in pleasure. When he’d finally been able to get his tongue into and on her, she nearly levitated off the bed. He took great pleasure watching her come apart under him, as he lapped at her quim like a starving man. After that, she was always game for his attentions.
But the ball was drawing closer and the advisors were getting more and more aggressive about who Dorin should choose as his bride.
“GAH!” he yelled, slamming the book on the desk as he stalked into his father’s office. King Istvan looked up, well aware that this had all been coming to a head. Dorin collapsed in a chair, his arm flopping across his eyes.
“Something the matter son?” the king asked.
“These thrice damned nobles will not stop pestering me about the other bride candidates! I have made my choice, but they will not accept it!” he shouted. Istvan chuckled.
“Then perhaps you should make them listen,” he said. Dorin peered out from under his arm.
“What do you mean?”
Istvan leaned forward. “You will have get Mathild involved, but I don’t forsee that being a problem. Your reputations might be tarnished for a while, but that will only be until the next scandal comes along.”
“Father, I’m not following-”
“Bind her to you, boy! I know you’re already sneaking into her chambers at night, but you’ll have to make it more permanent than simply drowning her in pleasure! Plant your seed in her and root her to this earth!” he said, his fist pounding the table.
It took a moment before color rushed to Dorin’s face, but he nodded. It was true that there would be a scandal when it was made known that they’d been together for marriage, but at least the damnedable advisors would HAVE to accept his choice in bride.
All of that had culminated in tonight, as Dorin steered her from the masquerade to a secluded area. He rounded a corner and was pleased to find the hall of armor deserted, lit by softly glowing candles. He turned back to see high color had risen in the lady’s cheeks and her chest heaved with exertion and desire. A wicked grin spread across his face.
“Finally…” he growled before he claimed her mouth. Mathild was quick to respond, her tongue battling against his as they kissed. Hands roamed, grasping at too many layers of fabric instead of skin. She moaned against his lips, throwing her arms around his neck. Slowly, he backed her into an alcove, hidden in shadow behind a suit of armor. His hands skimmed across her bodice, his thumbs swirling over her nipples, making her sigh into his mouth. He knew she wasn’t able to feel much thanks to the stiff undergarments but she was so sensitive that any touch probably felt especially good.
She pulled away, her chest heaving and face flush. “Dorin, what…” she began but he just put a finger to her lips.
“Shhhh. Do you want someone to hear?” he whispered. His other hand snaked down and tugged at her gown and petticoats. He silently cursed the fabric but was pleased when his hand was finally past the last cloth barrier and brushed against her curls. His fingers swiped through her slick, already leaking down her thighs, and he grinned when she spread her legs a little more. She whimpered as his fingers wandered over her engourged lips.
“Well well. This is a pleasant surprise,” he purred, though it really wasn’t a surprise. He’d been bribing her maids for a while know to keep him apprised of when she had last bled. “A fortnight ago,” they’d told him, which explained the sensitive nipples and extra wetness between her legs. Perfect, he thought. Her womb would be ripe for his seed.
His cock rubbed against his trousers, straining to get free. Soon¸ he thought as his fingers swirled over her bud. Her legs buckled a little and he knew he had her. He leaned over and kissed her again, working his erection free with his other hand. He hissed a little as the cool night air hit it but rubbed his hand over it to coat it with her juices. When he lowered his hips and brushed the blunt head against her lips, Mathild jerked back in surprise.
“What? What do you think you are doing?” she asked. Her voice was husky but it took back some of that edge afforded to her as princess. He pressed a kiss and long lick against her neck, making her shudder.
“Taking what is mine,” he said as he pressed her further into the wall, his arms coming around her. His cock shifted, parting her lips as he moved.. Mathild tried to move away but she found herself trapped. More of it slipped in and he felt her tense up.
“No no, none of that,” he cooed. He rubbed her legs, making sure they hooked over his waist. He kissed under her ear, her cheeks, her forehead, her lips. “Relax,” he murmured.
“Relax? As you try to rape me?” she ground out. His shock pulled him back and he looked down to see her eyes screwed shut, tears leaking from the corner. He reached out and gently cupped her cheek, making her squint up at him.
“Mathild, no. I’m not trying to hurt you. I will stop if you want, but…I want to make you my bride,” he said and her face opened, surprised and…happy it looked like. He smiled and kissed her again. “But there are people at court who would rather see me with another and so I had alter my plans. The best way to ensure that you will be my bride would be to claim you carnally,” he growled, shifting his hips so his cock rubbed against her lips. Mathild gasped, her head falling back and exposing that lovely neck. Dorin took advantage, sucking and licking the long column. He moved to her ear and smoothed a hand over her stomach.
“If I plant my seed in you, no one could argue against our marriage. I want you as my queen, and the best way is if you bear my child,” he told her. He held still as he watched the warring emotions, fearing that she might say no.
“Are you sure?” she finally said in a small voice. “Do you really want me?” He grinned and kissed her, deep and long, shifting his hips to once again enter her. She squeaked as his shaft pierced her.
“I’m sure. Now,” he said as he gripped her hips and fully sheathed himself. Her face grimaced at the invasion but she did not complain. Soon, he felt her curls nestle against his own and he breathed out at the pleasure enveloping his cock. She was a virgin and thereby tight, but her walls rippled around him, pleasuring his cock. He didn’t move, waiting as her passage adjusted to him.
Soon she was squirming against the invader and he had to stifle a moan, pleasure shooting down his cock. Slowly he pulled out before slowing pushing back in, Mathild sucking in a breath as she was filled in a new and impossible way. She arched a little, her breasts straining against the restricting corset. He felt a little guilty that he couldn’t simply take her properly on their wedding night and in the marriage bed. But he also feared that the courtiers might be moving quickly to maneuver their pick into place.
So he had to be quicker.
Soon she was panting under him, twisting a little as he picked up his pace. “Hmmm, do you like that?” he growled. She nodded, sweat beading her brow.
“Oh yes!” she squeaked as he slammed into her. “Oh please, yes,” she moaned, no longer quiet. It didn’t matter to him any more either, if someone happened upon them. They would see that she was a ruined woman and as was proper, he would marry her to protect her reputation.
But it would mean little if he didn’t spend inside her. He picked up his pace, his cock thrusting in and out easily, coated in her juices. His skin was heated, his clothes clinging to him as he pounded away at her cunt. She mewled in pleasure, sweat beading her skin and one tit threatening to escape from her bodice. He grinned lasciviously as he imagined those same tits growing fat and large with milk, bouncing as he fucked her with her child-heavy belly.
Oh he hoped she took to pregnancy well, because there would be very few times when she wasn’t.
Suddenly her hands reached down and pulled up her skirts, exposing their connection to them. Her eyes widened, watching entranced as he slid in and out of her. “You’re so big,” she whined.
Something in him snapped and when he pulled up this time, he snapped his hips quickly against her. She jumped at his invasion. He ground against her, making her squirm and shiver under him.
“Watch,” he growled as he doubled up his thrusting. She did, panting as he fucked his cock in-and-out of her virgin pussy, her juices glistening in the low light. “God I love fucking you,” he growled and she gasped. He leaned in, his hips snapping in rhythm. “You’re so tight, it’s the most divine thing,” he whispered. She moaned under him, her pussy fluttering around his cock.
Finally, he felt the stirring in his balls, signaling his impending release. He moved closer, making sure she was securely between him and the wall, his hips never slowing. She clutched at his shoulder, whimpering as she clung to the pleasure.
“I’m going to cum, deep inside you, and plant my seed deep in your womb. You’ll grow so big and beautiful with my child, I’ll always want to keep you pregnant,” he whispered. She turned to him and captured his lips, just as his hips finally stuttered. He felt the pleasure wash over him, his cock shooting his seed deep inside, right against her womb. She keened against his lips as her own pleasure took her. Mathild’s delectable cunt was sucking his cum deep, sure to take root.
For a while they stayed like that, her pinned against the wall while his cock plugged her. They gulped in deep breathes of air, the occasional drip of his seed against the stone as it filled her to overflowing.
Finally, Dorin pulled away, his softening length slipping from Mathild. She kept hold of his arm when she legs finally touched ground, wobbling from the pleasure. She righted her skirts as best she could while he stuffed himself back in his trousers. There was no way to completely hide what they’d done, but he didn’t want to.
He wanted it to be painfully obvious that he had made his bridal selection.
Five Years Later:
Dorin was seated on the throne, the moonlight streaming in through the windows. A lite breeze brushed against his hair, but it did not make much difference to ease his heat. Not that he really wanted to.
Not with his wife bouncing away in his lap, moaning as she rode him like a prized stallion and begging to cum deep inside her.
When they had returned to the ball in their disheveled state, it didn’t take long at all before rumors were circulating and an emergency session was called for the next morning. He had confessed to his “crime” which the nobles had been duly outraged about, though his father had a very telling smirk on his face. A quick wedding was thrown together and Dorin and Mathild were officially married.
The happy announcement came two months later, when her ladyship had sickness in the morning and tender breasts, something he made sure to be aware of when they came together. They did often throughout her pregnancy since she craved him and he took pleasure out of running his hands all over her swollen form. He couldn’t help but feel the pride at having put his child in his wife the first time, though it could have been easily one of the many times following.
They were blessed with a girl the first time, something Dorin had to convince his wife that he was very happy with, and he was. She was healthy and she was beautiful, and Dorin was a proud and doting father.
Their second had resulted in the desired heir, but it mattered not as Dorin and Mathild loved their children deeply, as much as they loved each other.
“Dorin,” Mathild moaned, bringing him back to the present. She faced out towards the empty audience chamber, her wet sheath engulfing him with each bounce. Her slick dripped down and over his full balls, a clear sign that she was ready for another baby. Something he was very happy to help her with.
He reached around and ran his finger over her swollen bud. She keened high, rolling her hips against his as she chased her pleasure.
“That’s it. I’ve got you,” he purred in her ear. This session had been entirely her idea, something that greatly surprised him but he was more than happy to partake in. He felt his own balls draw up, ready to go. “Love, I’m gonna cum,” he whispered in her ear. She took his hand and placed it on her belly.
“Yes. Give it to me. Fuck another baby into my belly,” she whimpered. That set him off, gripping her as his balls drew tight and released their seed deep inside his wife. She keened, high and long as her own pleasure swept over her. He felt her ripple around him, sucking up each pump of his seed.
He held her like that for a while before his pleasure finally subsided. He rubbed his hand over her belly, imagining the coming months as she swelled with another child. He grinned.
“I never knew my wife was so experimental. We’ll have to try some…other things,” he panted and felt her grin.
