lina

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[kentwos]

lina. she/her. adult.

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[kentwos]

i did it too (soft launching my return from tumblr-retirement)

[kentwos]

it's perfect!!!

[kentwos]

i did it too (soft launching my return from tumblr-retirement)

[goatgoesmbe2]

I think Gaz is a whimsical guy who would pause to smell roses and pet dogs, he's just serious when he's on duty— and even then, he's very casual when he's only around his comrades

[bowtiepasta]

“what’s this all about, hmm?” while they crouch down to your level and gently swipe at your tears

[bowtiepasta]

[captainfern]

Can I HAVE SOME BAELOR PLAPLSLSLSLSSLLSLALSLSLSL I NEED OXYGEN (baelor)

thinking about those hands……….

18+ (smut, finger-sucking, you ride his hand, idk what else to say you get the vibe)

you find yourself, more often than not, fidgeting with your husband’s hands when you grow restless, or anxious, or turned on.

he can always tell which is which.

being restless, one of your hands find his and your fingers work over the ridges of his knuckles and the back of his hand. it remains resting against his thigh, and you simply trail your fingers along the bumps and lines until the droning of the counsel meeting around you has slipped away.

being anxious, you draw his hand into your lap. two of yours find one of his, threading your fingers through his, feeling over the sword callouses at the top of his palm, running your nails lightly along the dips in the back of his knuckles. you distract yourself like this, the pads of your fingers ghosting across his cool steel rings.

being turned on, your fingers press lightly along the veins of the back of his hand, tracing his knuckles, gently circling his wrist. he allows you to bring his hand into your lap where you settle it atop the dip between your thighs, or perhaps he’ll allow you to bring it to your mouth, where your lips kiss down his fingers until his cock hardens in his trousers.

he lets you take what you want from him.

he lets you, his pretty wife, take him by the forearm and position his hand directly against your warm, slick core. the bumps of his knuckles find the pearl of your clit as you slowly drag yourself across the back of his hand, a whine falling from your lips as you rut yourself against him like a common whore.

you gasp out, head dropping backwards as you whimper his name into the silence of your chambers. your hips rock, your pussy splitting apart over the back of his hand. his knuckles slide through the slick heat of your folds, and with each downward grind, a burning warmth simmers tightly in the base of your tummy.

baelor reclines against the head of the bed, watching you with dark eyes, pupils wide in the shadowed darkness. he observes you with that typical look of his—that knowing look—as you rut yourself against the back of his hand. your little gasps and mewls force a low groan from the back of his throat, his cock pressing against the soft cotton of his breeches.

you look beautiful like this. your bare body is bathed in the moonlight streaming through the latticed window nearby, and the way your body rolls and shifts makes him dizzy with need. gently, he angles his hand to deepen the drag of his knuckles against you, and he hides a victorious smile when you sob his name, a shudder wracking through your body.

“how does that feel?” baelor asks, voice deep and smooth. it penetrates your skull and almost seems to rattle around the inside of your brain. he watches you pant and writhe, the mattress dipping where you kneel and rock. he smiles. “is this making you feel good?”

“y-yeah,” you manage to stutter out, breath tight in your chest, pleasure even tighter in the base of your belly. something hot prickles beneath your skin too, flowing through your veins like molten gold. you sigh out, gripping your husband’s forearm as you rock your slick pussy against his hand. “i like it, baelor. s’just—s’making me feel so good.”

you grind yourself against him, and he watches closely. his gaze linger on your face mostly, but periodically, he finds himself dragging his mismatched eyes down your body to where you hump the back of his hand. not only can he feel you, but he can see you—see how wet you are against him, how much slick paints his knuckles in a gloss he’ll lick off once he drags a few orgasms from you.

“yeah, bet it feels really nice, sweetheart,” baelor utters, his free hand finding the prominent tent in his trousers. he rubs his palm up and down his covered length, brows drawing together ever-so-slightly. “and you’re doing so well, aren’t you? rubbing that pretty little pussy all over your husband’s hand…”

he trails off and starts tutting, which makes you moan, all high-pitched and wanton, as your hips deepen in their rolling. your head shifts forward, and you look at him with fluttering eyelashes. your eyes fall to where he palms himself over his trousers, his thick fingers smoothing across the cotton and making your stomach flip.

you whine at him, pouting. the hot pressure in the base of your belly grows tighter, and the throb of your clit has you keening harder to feel his knuckles split you even further apart. your mouth waters at the way his fingers grip the outline of his hard cock.

“baelor,” you cry, the mattress creaking beneath you as you move. your gaze snaps from his large hand across his bulge, to his observant eyes. they’re already examining you like you’re a specimen to be studied, and the intensity in his gaze makes you shiver. “baelor, please.”

that’s all it takes for your husband to understand you. the hand on his lap ceases and lifts. you groan, almost relieved, as you bend forward a little to meet his hand as it rises towards your face. your pussy clenches around nothing when baelor offers you two thick fingers, and your moan creeps up your throat as you open your mouth.

he slides the two digits in. your hips stutter briefly against his hand, your puffy clit catching between two bumps of his knuckles as you wrap your lips around his fingers. they rest heavily on your tongue and, keeping your teeth away, you give him a tentative suck.

baelor hums low in his throat, his thumb firm on your jaw as he keeps his index and middle finger deep in your mouth. “that’s it, that’s my girl.”

he presses in a little deeper, and you take him happily, eyes falling closed. your entire body feels as though it’s humming, pleasure a kindled heat through your womb.

“keep sucking, just like that,” baelor whispers, the hand beneath still rocking slowly. your slick coats his hand, dribbling between the gaps of his fingers as you ruck yourself against him. you’ve ridden his thigh, his boot—hell, even the curve of his pectoral muscles, but you always are the wettest with your cunt sliding across his hand. he grins lazily at you. “gods, you’re beautiful, sweet girl. my pretty little wife. always so good for her husband.”

you moan around his fingers, your eyes opening just enough to watch him appraise you. your hips continue to move, but the thrusts are slower and sharper now. whimpering his name, muffled completely by the press of his fingers on your tongue, you draw your hips in circles to grind your clit against his knuckles. your orgasm looms like a shadow, and the pressure in your tummy begins trekking towards the base of your spine.

you try to tell your husband. you try to tell him you’re close, but your words are unintelligible as the pads of his pointer and index finger rub against your tongue and teeth.

baelor shushes you gently, shaking his head as he pushes his hand even tighter against you. the heat of your cunt has him leaking into his breeches, a blush high on his cheeks.

“s’alright, sweetheart, i know,” he coos as you rut. your grip on his forearm is vice-like, and you feel the flexing of his muscles beneath the pinpoints of your nails. he continues, voice honey-smooth and giddily commanding. “want you to come all over my hand, and i want you to do it while you’re sucking my fingers. can you do that for me?”

you nod desperately, but he holds your face firmly as he slowly slides his fingers around your mouth. gentle, shallow thrusts: in, out, in, out, while you continue to grind yourself against your husband’s hand.

“that’s a good girl,” baelor whispers, and that adds fuel to the fire in your stomach.

your swollen clit drags along his knuckles over and over, pressure tight in your belly. your thighs ache from how you’re kneeling, your lower back heavy with the weight of your oncoming release. you hold yourself up using his forearm until your grinding becomes rabid and you suck his fingers until you can no longer taste the salt of his skin.

you start to shake, and baelor pets your tongue as you suckle around the knuckles. he whispers, “want you to come for me, sweetheart. need to feel you do it.”

you moan his name around his fingers, the pressure in your belly building. with one last bump of his knuckle against the bottom of your clit, your orgasm splinters through you. your mouth opens, but his fingers remain a firm press on your tongue as you cry out. you shudder, hips slowing where they ruck against your husband’s hand, laying flat on the bed.

“that’s a good girl…” baelor praises you tenderly as you fizzle down from your high. you whimper at his words, and he carefully extracts his fingers from your mouth. you roll your hips against his hand a few more times before you stop, panting as he strokes his wet fingers down your cheek. he coos, your name feather-light on his lips, “my best girl, y’did so well for me. so well.”

you hold his forearm, his hand a warm, solid press against the wet core of your cunt. you groan, hazy from your release. “i love your hands, baelor.”

baelor takes your jaw and brings you down for a kiss. it’s gentle and loving, and when the tips of your tongues brush, your entire body fills with a pleasant heat that makes butterflies erupt somewhere in your stomach.

“i know,” he whispers into your mouth. you taste just as sweet as you look and sound. he kisses you again. “and i love you.”

[ottervii]

Beach episode ❎ Lake house episode ✅

[squidem]

🐻PRICE🐻

I may have gotten carried away

[sodaneko]

good friends who apply sunscreen to your back and give you just the big fat tip through the wet fabric of your bikini bottoms

[sodaneko]

good friends who lick up the trail of ice cream that has dripped down the valley of your chest and suck on your tits through the flimsy excuse of a bikini top for good measure

[sodaneko]

good friends who hold up the beach towel for you so you can get changed into your pretty little sundress as if it's not gonna end up bunched around your waist in the backseat of their car before the sun sets

[superhoeva]

thinking about jack making reader squirt for the first time cause ex!robby never made them do that🤭

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˙⋆✮ JACK and ROBBY'S EX!READER are fucking... and jack has this trick that can make you temporarily forget that robby ever existed. warnings include language, jack pov, attending!reader, fingering, squirting, bodily fluids

"baby, you keep squirming like that, 'n i can't help you."

you're trembling so hard that your teeth might be chattering, hanging onto jack's thighs with your back to his chest. both of you against the headboard, the man's got his grip all over and inside you. one hand, his palm, is pressing warm below under your belly button. the other has two fingers pumping inside your hole, making sure to curl right into the spot he's been massaging long enough to have you sweating and slurring your words.

"…f-uh-ck you," is all you breathe back, and jack kisses the side of your head before pressing his cheek into the same spot with a silent laugh.

"would," jack croaks, bending his arm to stuff his fingers a little deeper. just because he can. "but 'm kinda in the middle'a something, if you haven't noticed."

a strangled noise cracks out of your throat, and jack hums as to say, yep, right. exactly.

"see, i got this sweet thing wrapped up nice here, who claimed i couldn't make them squirt like a fountain, and yet…" jack trails off to a concentrated, lip-bitten pause at the feeling of a familiar clench around his fingers. grunting, he pumps away until a pretty splash gushes from between your quaking thighs. "here you are. my fuckin' fountain."

jack keeps moving, squelching his hand from you just so swipe flat fingers across your clit to keep you flooding his sheets. even though his lips find your ear to rasp you through, jack can't really talk. too busy watching the way your skin shines and stomach flipping at how you're grabbing at him and begging for something only he's been able to give you.

"i know, baby… i know."

jack helps you loop your arm around his neck as another anchor, patting your belly while you try to breathe between shakes.

good. good, just breathe and forget it.

all of it.

[sodaneko]

exes but they still say your name with utter tenderness between all too familiar kisses and you said you wouldn't stay the night. exes but they still keep a hand on the small of your back when you're out in public, like muscle memory of a heart that was yours once. exes but they're still the emergency contact in your phone. exes but they still hold their hand out for you to fix the cufflink of their shirt. exes but you both still wear your wedding bands. exes but you have played through every what if together and yet there is still only you, like two sides of the moon, at home in a loneliness only the other can ease.

[tomhoppusdelonge]

i love following people with kinks I don’t have because somtimes I’m like

[calledannabella]

more akotsk studies

[aleandoras]

Baelor under the sun

I’m not entirely sure whether censoring the male body is necessary, but I chose to upload it as it is

[kentwos]

hellooo! for the selfship ask game & first kiss was the floor!

cupcakes ✦ how does a baking session go in your household?

avocado ✦ what are you and your f/o eating post sex? are you/they cooking or ordering in?

sugar ✦ what is something that you do (or say) that flusters them? and how do they fluster you?

rumi my love!!! thank you for asking 💞

in silina's shopping trolley 🛒

cupcakes *how does a baking session go in your household?

simon doesn't bake. he can cook (i mean how can he not have the most insane knife skills) but any form of batter is lost on him. he does the cooking. i bake the banana bread—he eats it all up very quickly. moans if i had him a plate of it with a scoop of ice cream on top.

avocado *what do we eat post-sex?

we either order in (probably pizza) or simon will whip us up some mean sandwiches. i do think he makes a crazy tuna melt...

sugar *how do we fluster one another?

simon doesn't get flustered until he starts feeling safe. until it's instinct for me to curl into him on the sofa, moving his arms so it's on top of me while i lean on his chest...anything to do with trusting him. saying that he's cared for. he hates it because it makes him blush. he flusters me by protecting me and caring for me too! i trip over nearly every time that he says i love you, because it's still such a surprise he ever managed those words. that he knows how to name them and that they belong to me.... :,)

[kentwos]

KIWI ORCHIDS AND TAPE FOR SILINA ‼️‼️‼️

thank you asking annie bby!!!!

in silina's shopping trolley 🛒

kiwi *what's your favourite thing about their face?

my favourite thing about simon's face are all the imperfections...i love running my fingers over each dip and ridge and scar that lingers...reminders of who he is...

orchids *do you keep flowers in your home?

simon doesn't really get the hint or point of bouquets of flowers so he saves them mostly for special occasions. i think we would be plant parents though, a pothos in each corner of a room...letting the vines crawl all over our shelves :3

tape *what kinks are most involved in our bedroom?

i start off calling him sir as a joke about his job but then it does turn into something a bit more serious in bed...but not too serious......i think we would be quite vanilla. like we fuck hard but we're too soft for one another no matter how much we want to say otherwise. he does love to spank me though and i love to slap him across the face if we're really getting into it <3

[kentwos]

bread, vitamin c and laundry detergent for a selfship of your choice 💝 thank you for playing!!

this is the cutest themed ask game ever roma i'm obsessed thank u for making it 💞

in silina's shopping trolley 🛒

bread *what's the softest thing they've ever said to you?

simon's not good with words (neither am i) so the softest thing he can say to me is that he trusts me :,

vitamin c *where do we like to kiss each other?

i love to kiss his neck, it's the most sensitive part and also the part that he has this instinct to protect the most...getting to kiss his neck is a privilege...as for simon he loves to kiss my moles and freckles...especially the cluster of them right on my lower back...

laundry detergent *what do we smell like?

simon's not big on smells per se, doesn't really invest in any cologne so he mostly smells of cheap soap but if his had brushes my face i can smell the tobacco from his cigarettes...i smell like jasmine....