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𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘭. 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦. 𝘤𝘴𝘵.

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‒‒‒‒ IRCNGRIP. loved by sol. ( twenty-three. cst. she + her. ) hey there ! welcome to my tiny little slice of the internet, where violence and vampires reign supreme. currently writing for the following ; sinners ( 2025 ).

please be advised that this blog contains mature content and more monsterfucking than is good for the soul. kowabunga bitchass.

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please stop frightenin’ all the dogs

[faestunna]

Oliver Mellors obviously has some experience so imagine how he’d react to a shy, inexperienced reader asking him to teach her how to go down on him. He would absolutely talk you through it while fighting so hard to stay in control to not to be too rough or scare you off for your first time.

That man is also definitely touch and affection starved so I think he’d be obsessed with the fact that you’re asking to do this for him and that you’re trying so hard to learn how to make him feel good.

HE JUST NEEDS LOVE

AND I WILL GIVE HIM THAT LOVE!! 18+/minors dni, smut/sexual content, here’s a blurb for ya under the cut bby bc this is just tewwww good

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His lips purse together as yours wrap tightly around the base of his cock. A sweet ring of pure bliss that slowly moved up and down around him.

Your eyes blink up at him a little too sweetly for his own good, and Oliver stifles back a groan. “That’s it, love.” His fingers twist around your hair, surely creating knots you’ll have to sort through later only for him to offer.

You swirl your tongue around his shaft as he pulls your head back up, slowly, as if teasing himself. A euphoric smile appears on his face. You grin.

“Now- ah,” his brows knit together once you reach the tip. “Stay there. Suck on it like—” He’s cut off by sharp groan, muffled by his lip in between his teeth. “Christ, like that. Such a good lass, wanting to please me.”

A light chuckle echoed from your throat, buzzing against his tip. His thigh twitches underneath you.

“Fuck, darling, that’s perfect.” Oliver’s hand begins to bob your head over him. You feel every vein and the perfect curve of his cock against the flat of your tongue.

But the warm, velvety sensation of your mouth around him is too much to restrain himself.

“Taking everything in me not to fuck your little throat right here. Use it like that pretty cunt. Tell me, is she dripping for me yet?”

With his full length taking up every space of your mouth and throat, you struggle to speak around him.

“Shh,” he smiles, head tilted back on the pillows and eyes gently shut. “I already know she is.”

© faestunna 2025.

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