hanni♥︎

idkkk

[hannluve]

i don’t know if anyone else has thought this… i can't be the only one who sees it lmao 😭

[hannluve]

He looks much older with his white beard… IS SO HOT

[doeeyed-girl]

i miss reading a good fanfic with 60 long chapters

[mermaidrobby]

father daughter of the ED

[hannluve]

this was me the whole episode

[piscesfairyyy]

FAWKKKKKK i already had to listen to the audio again and im SICK AND WET all over again. but i swear if he’s not bending us over in the kitchen and fucking us NASTYYYYYY in this next part imma be upset! like i need nasty dirty wet kitchen sex w this old man ASAP.

[hannluve]

I need that please

[inbred-eater]

── ⟢ TITUS & SUGAR BABY!READER

── ⟢ WARNINGS 18+ mdni. smut. age gap (reader is in her 20’s). titus is gross & perverted. reader is just as messed up as titus ngl. canon ready or not violence. le domas family is still alive in this. titus calls reader bunny (amongst other pet names). daddy kink. pussy slapping + playing. finger sucking. titus is mean & manipulative. exhibitionism. lmk if I’ve missed anything else.

── ⟢ ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS gif creds: @/billy-crudup

What started out with you just being another one of Titus’ playthings - someone to keep his bed (and ultimately his cock) warm whilst spending his money to their hearts content, often being tossed out like yesterday trash for a new toy almost with each new month - turned into you being the only one for more than a year.

Ursula herself was stunned; she’d seen time and time again a new face for Titus to fawn over before he got bored and left her in the dust, only for him to keep you there for much longer than anyone was expecting, even so much as moving you into the Danforth estate.

You accompanied him to any formal gatherings, dressed to the nines, hanging off his arm like the pretty thing you were, often ending the night with your face smushed into his white sheets, your makeup smudged and drool dribbling down your puffy, kiss bitten lips, Titus’ hips snapping into yours as he bullied his way into his messy cunt, mocking your cock drunk mind and then ending it off with his lips pressing to the sore spots his rough hands tended to leave on your skin.

To put it plainly, he was obsessed with you - obsessed with your chirpy attitude, obsessed with your scent, obsessed with the soft smile on your lips as he gifted you another designer item, obsessed with the way your cunt squeezed him - it was almost like you were made for him and he’d be damned to let you go.

And despite his seemingly carefree, cocky demeanour, deep down buried under layers of self preservation (which you were slowly undoing little by little), he was worried about how you’d react when you found out about what his family was, what he was - sure he usually would’ve either paid you off or gone the easier route, killing you, but there was just something about you, and he wanted to keep you, he needed to.

Much to his surprise, and relief, you didn’t run, you didn’t scream, you didn’t look at him with fear or disgust in your eyes, if anything you seemed to cling onto him more since finding out, ignoring the screams you’d hear in the distance, and greeting Titus with open arms and open legs when he’d return from a hunt, your tongue darting out to wet the pad of your thumb before wiping at the splotch of blood that had splattered onto his cheek in the process.

Today had been another slow day, waking up in Titus’ king sized bed with his head between your thighs and your swollen pussy between his lips.

A rule Titus had for you, you were to wear minimal clothing around the manor, often parading around in the ittiest bittiest panties and nothing else, much to Ursula’s (and the workers) dismay. So that’s what you did today, lounge around what was slowly becoming your home as much as it was his, in nothing but the shortest sleep dress you owned, no panties under and your pert nipples showing through the flimsy fabric. A lazy day if you will.

Titus informed you that he had a meeting scheduled with a member of the Le Domas family, Alex, before he was all yours for the rest of the evening, respecting his space and staying in the other side of the manor, your knees to your chest and a bowl of various berries in your hands as you watch a murder of crows gather outside through the bay window you’ve called your own since moving in.

With one cherry left in the glass bowl, a knock echoed through the room, the large wooden door to the sun room opening, one of the many maids working for the Danforth’s stepping inside, her voice soft and meek as she spoke, “Excuse me for the disturbance maam, but Sir Danforth requests your presence in his study.”

You only nod, popping the last cherry into your mouth, discarding the stem into the forgotten glass bowl before prancing through the all too large, too eerie Danforth manor, the mahogany flooring cool beneath your bare pedicured feet, peeking your head around the open door to his study with an excited smile on your lips, having missed him whilst he was gone all day, Titus beckoning you over with nothing more than a jerk of his head and a pat to his lap, still conversing with Alex about issues you couldn’t even begin to understand.

You trapeze on over to Titus, his hand reaching for your waist to bring you down onto his lap, settling you onto his meaty thighs, his focus still on the conversation at hand.

Mindlessly he reaches for a cigar, pinching your bare thigh with his unoccupied hand, prompting you to reach forward for the lighter he keeps on his desk, your bare, glistening pussy peeking out from under your nightdress.

Titus only hisses at the sight, the slightest smirk edging its way to his lips as you turn to face him, lighting the cigar for him, with a shy smile on your lips. Titus takes a puff, turning his head to blow the smoke away from your face, clearing his throat as he gives you a knowing look, “Where’s your manners bunny? C’mon greet him.” He hums into your ears, nodding his head to a very awkward looking Alex Le Domas.

You perk up at the reminder, mumbling a hushed “sorry daddy,” to Titus, turning to face Alex, batting your lashes in the process, “Hi.” You simply put, adding the tiniest wave before sinking back into Titus’ chest, zoning out as they continue their business talk.

Some time passes, his cigar now in an ashtray, your head in the crook of his neck as your nimble fingers mess with the ends of your nightdress, the sun long set, leaving in its wake a blanket of fog surrounding the moon, her light shining through the windows of his study.

Titus picks up on your restlessness, taking his eyes off of Alex for a split second, finding your side profile and studying it as his right hand moves further south, leaving its place on your hip, down down down until it’s under your dress, raking his fingertips along the inside of your thighs, sitting up and your head snapping to look right at him faster than the speed of light, or so it felt.

Your eyes widened, brows creasing slightly as his thick fingers continue their journey, shakily swallowing the accumulation of spit in your mouth as he finally reaches your sensitive lips, spreading them just so slightly before pulling his touch away, his eyes studying your face before abruptly cupping your sex, eliciting a very noticeable gasp from yourself.

A wave of embarrassment crashes over you, only fuelled by Titus’ relentless assault on your sopping pussy, kneading his palm into your clit, your thighs twitching around his hand, plump ass grinding into his clothed cock.

Alex can pick up on all this, I mean it’s not like Titus is trying to hide it, if anything Alex being there is only spurring him on, playing a game of who’s dick is bigger as he continues messing with your pussy, teasingly slipping in a thick finger before abruptly pulling it back out, a chuckle rumbling through his chest, looking shamefully over your shoulder at Alex, almost as if to apologise for the raunchy, inappropriate display.

Titus clicks his teeth at this, reaching to grasp your cheeks with his left hand, squishing them harshly and turning your face to his, “Don’t look at him, he can’t help you bunny only I can.” He huffs, his voice deeper than what it usually was, now bouncing his thigh, adding to the stimulation making your mind go dumb.

Alex gulps, eyes wide as he watches you both, grimace on his face as he mumbles a hushed “Goddamn it Titus” under his breath, all but jumping up from his chair and scurrying out, leaving you and Titus in his study with his fingers itching to be inside of you.

“Look at what you did honey - you made Alex uncomfortable, should punish you for that you know?” He murmurs, pressing the lightest kiss to your jaw.

You mumble incoherently, exhaling a laboured breath as his index and middle finger deliver pressured figure eights to your sensitive pearl, playing with your cunt as one would with a fidget toy.

“Didn’t-didn’t do anythin’ daddy.” You hiccup, sentence cut off with a mewl as he delivers a slap to your swollen pussy, then another and then two more, shaking his head in disbelief, “So who’s fault is it then? Mine? You sayin’ it’s my fault baby?” He asks mockingly, letting go of your face in favour of keeping your thighs open, continuing his pattern of slaps to your weeping pussy.

You feverishly shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes, “No no-course not daddy, it is my fault, my sloppy pussy’s fault.” You correct yourself, preening under his hand when Titus smiles, laying a final slap to your cunt before plunging two of his digits into your sopping entrance, nearly knocking the wind from your chest.

“That’s right honey - pretty pussy couldn’t control herself on daddy’s lap - I mean what was I supposed to do, ignore her? We wouldn’t want that now would we bunny?” He swallows, working your needy cunt open before adding a third finger, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your skull at how full you felt, drool collecting in the corner of your mouth, prompting Titus to lean forward and lick it up.

You don’t answer his question, too lost in the stimulation for your brain to work, “Honey I asked you a question, or is my baby’s brain not working anymore? Reduced you to a cock drunk mess and I’ve only given you my fingers, you’re somethin’ else bunny.” He laughs condescendingly, trailing the hand that was holding your thighs open to your enlarged clit, pinching the bundle of nerves and stroking it in time with his three fingers making a home in your heat, all whilst bouncing you right against his hardened cock, begging to be freed from its slacks and fill you to the brim.

“Sorry daddy - ah! You’re always right, can’t ignore her.” You cry out, head falling back to rest on his shoulder as his fingers reach that spongy spot, scissoring them inside you, white hot shooting through your veins as he sends you over that edge, fireworks shooting behind your eyes as you come, slowly rubbing your clit to ease you out of it.

He eventually pulls his soaked fingers from your cunt, pussy gaping with his exit as he trails them up to your awaiting lips, immediately suckling them into your mouth, humming at the taste of your essence on them, eyes finally opening to look at him.

“That’s good honey, cleaning up your mess like the good girl I know you are.” Titus hums, pressing down on your pink tongue, eyes watering again as he tested your gag reflex before pulling them out, gripping your chin to finally bring you into a kiss, something he’s learned you always needed after an orgasm, his lips all consuming as he tastes you, his tongue bullying its way into your mouth in the similar way his fingers did your cunt, melting into the kiss no matter how rough it was.

He pulls away for a moment, your pussy fluttering and eager at the mere feeling of his tongue in your mouth and his lips on yours, breathing in each others breaths as he grunts, moving his hands to pick you up bridal style, “My turn now bunny.”

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[hannluve]

i can’t

[hannluve]

i’m broke and i just wanna hear this man moaning someone pls!!!!!

[hannluve]

size kink with robby. imagine how easily he grabs you by the armpits, lifts you up, and puts you on the table to fuck you.

i had a vision 💔

[hannluve]

this is the best thing i've seen today 😭😭😭

[hannluve]

what am i going to do with my thursdays now that the pitt is over? 💔

[hannluve]

thinking about teasing Dennise all the time, telling him he's too soft to fuck you. It frustrates him enough that later he has you bent over the bed, your face pressed into a pillow, your ass up as he takes you from behind at a pace even he didn’t expect, whispering all sorts of filthy things in your ear “is this what you wanted me to do huh? fucking you like a whore? admit it” by the way, he struggles not to whimper like a whore because all he wants is to hear how pathetic you sound now.

maybe i’ll write about this 😔

[hannluve]

I need help finding a smut i read about Rafe Cameron x reader. He chases her through the woods and they end up having sex on the ground. I also vaguely remember him asking her if she let the Pogues use her. I've been looking for it for 3 days PLEASE I CAN’T SLEEP 💔😭

[armpittlings]

when abbot said to “shut your fucking mouth” 🤤

[hannluve]

I posted on tumblr for the first time and i kinda lost my fear. Now i don’t know if i should keep going and start writing smut and sharing my thoughts on here 💔😍

i get a lot of ideas all the time 😔

[hannluve]

Soo here's the video i couldn't help but think of reader finding jack in the middle of his yoga and thennn yk.

The only reason i associated him with Jack was because of his haircut and silhouette. 😭

Don't hate me, i know some people won't like it 😔

warning guys because this is literally facefucking 😭

jack fucking readers throat