Fidelis Ad Mortem

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     There was no mistaking Saoirse’s cuddliness, and as warm and comforting as her presence was, Marcus had to smirk at her fond behavior towards him. Perhaps she was silently saying thank-you for a weekend which seemed to be getting better every second; perhaps she was subtly marking her territory for the benefit of the lower-ranking females of their little pack. Perhaps she was reminding him that he was her Daddy, too, and he’d better not forget his responsibilities just because he had a couple of other little girls to keep in line. Either way, his answer was a hand slipped into the back pocket of his girlfriend’s jeans and firm, subtle squeeze to Saoirse’s bottom as Verity kissed her.

     His cock twitched at the display, and his free hand came to rest shamelessly on Verity’s waist as he waited for his turn. Their kiss was chaste, but lingered longer than a first kiss really should. Marcus broke away with a wry grin and squeezed Saoirse’s ass again, utterly enamoured with the obedience Verity had exhibited so far. “Hey, baby girl.” Whether it was innate or whether Saoirse had drilled it into her, he wasn’t used to dealing with such a well-behaved submissive. “I think you and I are gonna get along just fine.”

     Unaccustomed to having to wait for attention, Ashleigh was antsy, practically squirming as she sat on her heels and watched Verity greet their two dominants with kisses. She wasn’t jealous, she was just bubbling with several weeks’ worth of anticipation and excitement, and in danger of exploding if she wasn’t given the chance to release some of it soon. It was strange watching Marcus kiss two unfamiliar women, and even stranger to hear Verity call him ‘Daddy’, but Ashleigh was eager to throw herself into the middle of all this naughtiness.

     Marcus hadn’t so much as glanced at her since Saoirse started giving orders, but the message was clear — I want to see how well you behave for your Mommy, without any input from me — and Ashleigh was eager to impress. Sitting up straight, she chewed her lower lip as Verity crawled towards her, flashing the brunette a shy, playful smile and placing her hands tentatively on Verity’s waist, then her knees, before finally settling on her fellow submissive’s shoulders.

     Her stomach fluttered nervously, but the swiftness of Verity’s kiss left no time for second-guessing, and Ashleigh found herself instinctively leaning into it, parting her glossy pink lips and flushing a warm shade of red as her tongue met the brunette’s. She heard Marcus inhale sharply, and felt his glassy green eyes boring into her from across the table, but in that moment her awkwardness was washed away by a wave of nervous attraction and an earnest, overwhelming desire to make Mommy and Daddy proud. She nipped Verity’s tongue with a shy giggle, and let her hands begin to wander gently down the older girl’s bare back.

     Saoirse watched as the two subs began to explore each other, and she couldn’t help but let a sense of pride wash over her. A small smile crept across her lips. “Have I told you how much I love this idea?” She spoke, a gentle whisper, just loud enough for Marcus to hear. Sitting up a little, careful not to displace his hand on her ass, Saoirse craned up to press a kiss to Marcus’ stubbled cheek. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered, once more, into the shell of his ear, before sitting back to continue to enjoy watching her little girl.

     Emboldened by the other sub’s reactions, Verity parted her lips to let her tongue glide along Ashleigh’s. Her lips were soft, as was her skin, Verity found, as she let her fingertips graze over her bare shoulders. The brunette could feel that familiar fire kindling in her belly, the need to please and the need to take for her own pleasure. She knew that she was only instructed to kiss, but, well, Verity couldn’t help herself. Already, she was feeling rebellious, something that she never felt. She loved being obedient, loved the rewards that it brought her. But now? Well, now Verity couldn’t help but touch... to let her soft palm cup at one of Ashleigh’s full breasts, testing the weight in her hand and moaning into the girl’s mouth at how much she liked it.

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whiiskeyandlace:

        Part of the reason she loves watching Connie fall apart for her is because the woman has to keep herself together in every other aspect of her life. As a DA, there’s little room she has to be loose and carefree when she’s dealing with public, but here? In the comfort of their home (Elsa had moved in some time ago, now… two months, if she remembers correctly?), Connie is free of all of that obligation and all she has to do is let Elsa take care of her. Grinning slowly, Elsa nods, standing from the chair and extending her arm toward Connie. “Why don’t we head upstairs, then? You can ride Mommy’s cock to your hearts content, until you cum so hard you see the stars? How does that sound?” Elsa curls her fingers around Connie’s, tugging the woman from the table before she begins moving in the direction of their bedroom. 

     “Yes, please, Mommy,” Connie replied, breathless as she slid off of the table. She was remiss to have lost the feel of Elsa’s warm, wet tongue on her pussy, but the thought of being full made her juices leak, coating her inner thighs in arousal. Squeezing lightly at Elsa’s hand, she followed, naked and free as the day she was born, and fucking loving it. Connie loved having Elsa here with her. Loved having someone else in the townhome. It made it feel less lonely, less quiet. Connie clutched at Elsa’s hand as they climbed the stairs, and in a moment they were in their bedroom. The brunette parted from her Mommy, only for a moment. Kneeling by the bottom drawer, Connie pulled out her favorite purple dildo, and the harness that went with it. Swallowing thickly, she brought the toy to her Mommy with a coy smile. “Here you go, Mommy,” she whispered as she stepped closer, lips brushing over Elsa’s in a featherlight kiss.

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whiiskeyandlace:

        One kiss turns into many others, peppering attention across Connie’s mound, down one thigh, up the other, teasing her. Taunting her. As though trying to get her to beg for more. “Mm, my good girl deserves something special for listening so well, don’t you think?” Elsa hums quietly before she’s dipping her head again, the tip of her tongue ghosting along Connie’s slit this time. One hand lifts between them, fingers parting the beautiful pink pussy lips before her until Elsa is able to circle the tip of her tongue around her sub’s pretty little clit. “Tell Mommy what you need, baby,” 

     Connie reveled in the special attention she felt she was being given. It had been a long damn day at work. A long day of picking through discovery information on her latest case. Jury selection had been hell. But she wouldn’t ever give up being a trial lawyer, a DA. She felt she was doing some good in the city. But, what was more important in that moment was her domme’s careful kisses and touches against her quivering pussy. Connie could practically feel the slow way that she grew more wet every minute. And just when she thought she wouldn’t be able to keep sane any longer, Elsa teased at Connie’s clit with the tip of her tongue, causing her hips to jerk and for her to cry out. “Oh God...” she moaned on one long sound. “Mommy... Mommy please... I-I w-want...” She sucked in a deep breath, steadying herself and trying to decide what she wanted. So many things. All of the things. “I want your cock, Mommy. I wanna ride it... wanna feel you fill me up... please...”

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amancanfly:

Henry Cavill Men’s Journal, Photographed by Jeff Lipsky

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whiiskeyandlace:

       An approving grin slides over her mouth as Elsa leans forward to set her glass of wine down on the table next to Connie. “Good girl,” she appraises gently, gaze drifting up and down the porcelain flesh on display for her, from the tips of Connie’s bare breasts where her nipples are peaked deliciously to the flushed pink skin between her thighs. Gentle fingertips ghost up the inside of Connie’s thigh. Where Elsa is usually feverish, desperate, her exploration now is slow, methodical almost, when her fingertips just barely graze the lips of Connie’s pussy. Dipping her head, the female presses the gentlest of kisses to the top of Connie’s mound before she’s following the length of her slit, every kiss more gentle than the last. 

     A breath is sucked in at the first graze of Elsa’s fingertips on Connie’s skin. The fire in her belly was normally quick to come to a roaring blaze, but this time, it was being gently stoked. Connie’s head fell to her right shoulder, lips worrying together as she watched through slitted eyes. When Elsa’s mouth followed her fingertips, Connie let out a “Mmmmmm,” hips squirming forward and angling just a little, so that her Mommy might have better access. She never got enough of Elsa: of her tongue, touch, the way that she fucked. “Hmm, that’s nice, Mommy...” Her voice was soft, breathy, almost lazy. Fingers curled against the wood of the table, but she didn’t seek to beg for more. Not yet.

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whiiskeyandlace:

     Teeth gnaw patiently at her lower lip as she watches Connie do as she’s told. Easing the slip of fabric down her slender frame, baring ivory flesh to Elsa’s hungry gaze. “I always like what I see, baby… you don’t even ever have to question that,” she answers, voice low with need as she leans forward, crystal wine glass cupped within the palm of her hand. “Come sit down over here, Connie. I want you to spread your thighs for me and let me admire you for a minute… can you do that for Mommy?” Elsa motions to the space in front of her, the kitchen table free of anything other than the fruit bowl in the middle. 

     Connie discarded the scrap of fabric she had just removed, and did as she was told. The brunette hopped up on the table gingerly and slid her thighs wide. Reaching back, she pressed her palms against the table and walked them backward so that she was leaning, allowing for her to push her thighs even further apart. Her skin was riddled with goosebumps at the anticipation of it all. Connie wanted to make sure that she was open enough so her Mommy could take her fill. She itched to touch herself but knew if she did she’d be in trouble.

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     Connie bit her lip coquettishly, very much liking the idea of being on top for her Mommy. Slowly, she pulled one strap down her shoulder, and then the other, before pulling it over her head and letting it fall to the floor. Turning, she glanced over her shoulder at her Mommy with hooded eyes, before hooking her thumbs into the waist band of the panties, and pulling them over her hips and then her legs, bending with the motions. “You like what you see now, Mommy?” She asked breathlessly.

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ava ⤍ new message !

ava: you're right, i'm drunk! i'm so drunk. kids are not smarter than me, i am the smartest.

ava: ohhhh shit, you're right. what am i gonna do? i think i've lost my edge. i should probably stop marking and get some rest.

ava: and stop texting cute girls when i'm drinking!

felicity: you'd never loose your edge. ;)

felicity: oh, you think i'm cute, huh?

felicity: well, i think it's a good day when a beautiful woman says i'm cute enough to drunk text.

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goldliness:

Nick Jonas attends the 2018 MTV Movie And TV Awards at Barker Hangar on June 16, 2018 in Santa Monica, California.

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haydenizer:

Henry Cavil is daddy

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tastemysiin:

try as he might, bryan’s little swats at his hands weren’t much use, seeing as he was still able to tug the belt loose and open, just as his eyes moved from bryan’s lap to his face. “i don’t feel like sleeping right now..,” he murmured, before leaning up and suddenly leaning in to kiss bryan, his mouth eager as his tongue brushed along bryan’s bottom lip. his hand had crept up bryan’s thigh, rough fingers moving to wrap around his bare cock, pleased to find that bryan didn’t have any briefs on that night. gripping onto the cop’s length, he began to stroke him, deepening the kiss and praying to whatever god that bryan wasn’t going to pull away.

     God, Bryan hated how his dick twitched at the way that Kyran’s voice lowered, telling him he didn’t want to sleep. Which implied he had something else in mind. Sure enough, Bryan felt a wandering hand, then that hand gripping at his shaft. He couldn’t help but squirm, rolling his hips upward into Kyran’s hand as he returned the heated kiss. Realization and sense hit him like a freight train, however, and Bryan wrenched away from Kyran’s mouth, while reaching down to grasp at his wrist. “No... we can’t. You’re drunk. I’m not taking advantage of you like that. And you were yelling at me not even 5 hours ago...”

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“my buddy owns a bar in hoboken. had a preeeeeetty solid night if you ask me,” he lazily lifted a palm up, giving him a thumbs up as he slumped comfortably on the couch. his brows furrowed when bryan asked why he was here, and honestly – kyran wasn’t even fucking sure. in his drunken stupor, every sense took him to that door step. he couldn’t face his friends, unsure of if they knew of his compliance with the feds, and he was trying to stay as low as possible. bryan’s felt… safe. even if he was going to be the detective to possibly throw him behind bars, there was some foolish sense of security that made ky think it was safe. “… i just wanted a place to crash. your’s was the first i thought of…,” he paused, before sitting up and, though a bit wobbly, crossed the small living room only to come to his knees as he knelt before bryan. “…you gonna kick me out?” kyran tested, just as his hands reached for the lazily tied belt of bryan’s robe.

     Bryan sat up straighter in his arm chair, hands gripping the arms, fingers digging in deep. “No, I’m not gonna kick you out.” Though he had half a mind. He’s not ever seen this side of Kyran before. And he’s not sure he’s comfortable. Kyran seemed so... raw, so open. And sometimes Bryan was just emotionally constipated. “What’re you doin’?” Bryan huffed batting away Kyran’s hands as they tried to tug at the tie of his Robe. “You can stay here... I’ll take the couch, and you can have my bed.”

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Mutuals, hit like for a thing!!

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whiiskeyandlace:

       Daphne actually pouts when she’s told they should head somewhere more private, yet the idea is far too appealing to pass up. So, after making herself presentable once again, she climbs into her car and follows them to one of their apartments. She realizes it’s Thea’s when she steps inside, not because it’s overly feminine or anything, but what Daphne learned about the female officer in the short time since they’d locked eyes… the decor was definitely more Thea appropriate than Liam. Who was she to judge, though? This could very well BE Liam’s apartment for all she new and caught up in her reverie, she’s left alone, Liam informing her he’s going to join Thea in the bedroom. 

       She takes her time getting there, in part because she wants to make them wait a little for it and because she doesn’t want to set herself up. Getting too attached is only going to make her feel worse than she does now, but it’s a Daphne thing for her to do. Fall too hard, too fast, and then she’s left grasping for remnants of herself she never wanted to know. Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she finds her way into the bedroom about ten minutes later, eyes locked onto the sight before her which leaves her breathless. Her clothes are soon in a heap on the floor and she’s sauntering toward the bed as naked as Thea and Liam are before her. “God, you two are fucking stunning together,” she husks quietly, watching them for a moment before her hand is dipping between her thighs again, still wet from their earlier venture. 

     It took Liam and Thea a few moments to realize that Daphne hadn’t immediately joined them. But the pair was confident she would eventually. In the mean time, Liam had to attend to his lieutenant. Her pretty pink pussy was swollen and sore, begging for an orgasm. So, he knew he’d get right to helping her. Having arrived to Thea’s bedroom in just his boxer-briefs, it was not long before he shucked those, smiling at her as he approached the bed, stalking towards her like she was his prey. Thea giggled, continuing to circle her fingertips around her clit. Liam’s knee hit the bed, and he all but fell face-first between her legs, batting her hand away to get his mouth on her. Thea arched and moaned, a hand sticky with her own juices threading into his shortly cropped hair. Liam was so good at eating pussy. She would know, as she has taught him. 

     Light green eyes flutter open, seeing Daphne standing at the foot of her bed. Thea grinned widely, beckoning with a single finger for the younger brunette to join them. “Come on, lover,” she cooed. “Come have a taste...” 

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whiiskeyandlace:

       Following him, refusing to disentangle herself from him just yet, she settles atop him once he’s finished rolling over. His cock is still inside of her, keeping her full, keeping his cum inside of her, which she’s not eager to be rid of any time soon. Her heart warms at his admission, her own hands ghosting over his body, recommitting every solid inch of him to memory as it’s been too fucking long since she’s been able to have him like this. “Let’s never go this long again, but also… how much of your spunk do you think you’re going to be able to give me before the weekend is out? Because I want all of it,” she hums quietly, shifting above him, bracing herself on her knees as her fingers ghost down his chest and she leans in to kiss him. “Think you can give me that, big brother?” 

    Bryan huffed a laugh against Ivy’s lips. “You don’t think I can, is that what you’re saying?” He knows that she is challenging him. It was something they’d always done. Whether it was sex or something else. It didn’t matter, he always rose to the challenge. Sometimes he beat the challenge, sometimes he didn’t. In those instances where he didn’t, he’d been the winner regardless. “You want my come, huh?” A wandering hand came to a rest atop her right ass cheek, squeezing and kneading the flesh, while the other fisted into her soft tresses. “You want me to pump you full? Make you my little come slut? Is that it? Imagine that, my little sis wanting to be my come dumpster...” He was all wolfish grin, smile bright as he rolled his hips, causing his soft cock to press further inside of her. It would only be a matter of moments before he was hardening, ready to go again and give Ivy what she wanted.

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whiiskeyandlace:

        “I don’t think you’ll be needing to,” Byron speaks from above her, his voice a deep rumble in his chest as he rubs his hands together to smother his fingers in oil. Seconds later, his broad fingertips are touching to her bare back, starting against her upper back - working patiently across her shoulders, up the back of her neck, down the center of her spine. He continues his slow, methodical movements for a good ten minutes, working out the kinks in her muscles, digging his thick fingers deeper where he needs to in order to work out her tension. He might not be the most… PG masseuse, but he does know how to give a proper massage where needed. “Are you always this tense? What is it you do on a day to day?” Byron hears himself ask as his thumbs graze down her spine and his broad hands make their way to her lower back. He kneads at her flesh there for a few moments, shifting around the table, glancing briefly toward the back of her head before his fingers dip beneath her robe to rub over the soft flesh above her luscious rear. 

     Saoirse doesn’t know why, but her stomach quivers at his words, at the way that he said them. His voice was honeyed and deep, that in itself probably capable of making a girl weak at the knees. If she was standing, that tone would certainly put her knees to task. Byron begins the rub down, and fuck if his hands were magical. He was so thorough, so attentive. Whenever she groaned in a good way, he worked that area harder. If she groaned and winced in a bad way, he’d move on. Already, he was playing her body like a damn fiddle. And she couldn’t help but begin to relax, which was the whole point of this. “I am always this tense,” Saoirse gritted out as Byron hit a particular tough knot. “I’m a cop. Patrol. The shit I see... the people I deal with... it’s a lot. Stressful. But I come from a long line of cops that made it work so... I can too.” Of course, she was the first female in a long line of cops... Saoirse sucked in a breath as she felt Byron’s hands venture lower, under the robe, dangerously close to the swell of her ass. And she was finding herself wanting him to go further. To really knead into her ass. “Mmmm...” she hummed, dangerously close to a filthy moan. “That feels so good...”