hello, i’m juni! i’m a fairly new writer here on tumblr, so welcome to my blog ᰔᩚ
i’m currently a working college student who enjoys using my spare time on here! and since i’ve started gaining a few followers (over 100 of you guys right now- what the hell) i thought i’d share some stuff about myself!
hobbies/interests. movie watching. art history. collages. vinyl collecting. drawing. reading. polaroid pictures. theatre plays. gouache paintings. pottery. baking. rococo artworks.
movies and shows. yellow jackets. after sun. james gunn’s; superman. robert pattinson’s; the batman. bones and all. twilight. interview with the vampire. bottoms. little women. i love la. sex and the city.
actresses and actors. emma watson. rachel zegler. ayo edebiri. delainey hayles. sophia lillis. elle fanning. jacob anderson. adrien brody. ella purnell. aubrey plaza. taylor russell. sam reid. assad zaman. justice smith.
musicians. laufey. mia. maya hawke. paramore. fiona apple. hozier. bon iver. juliette armanet. princess nokia. vashti bunyan. sufjan stevens. the japanese house. the sundays. lunar vacation. calpurnia.
likes. magazines. charm bracelets. hoop earrings. flowy skirts. big pants little shirt combo. mascs. rare beauty blush. glossier cherry lip balm. victoria’s secret crème cloud perfume. ballet flats. bows. my cats and dog. fresh linen. pink. women.
i am not a writer by any means, but i do love getting to share my freak with others on here.
i cannot get this woman out of my head sitting on her lap (or her face) would solve so many of my problems URRGGHHH
“breathe, child.”
water sloshes against the sides of the luxurious bathing pool- a shuddered gasp echos back off the blue and gold mosaic walls of the room.
a bead of sweat rolls down your spine as a partially nude worker dumps another vessel of water near your bodies, and with it, a veil of steam rises giving the illusion of intimate privacy from the guards on standby.
ambessa, in all her esteemed glory, lounges lazily with her head tipped back over the edge of the pool- a warm cloth draped over her eyes. a goblet, which lays in a large rugged hand, is filled near to the brim with a rich red wine.
the other rests on the hollow of your throat- a calloused thumb ever so gently brushing over your slick skin.
“good, little one,” the warlord practically purrs. a grin graces her lips as she feels your hands slip from her shoulders and down to her submerged abdomen, your hands pressing against her scarred v-line for leverage.
her hand, in return, glides from your throat, over your shoulder, before disappearing down under the water to rest on the curve of your rocking hips- not guiding, not pushing, just to simply rest upon.
“such a needy little thing,” she hums. “taking what you so desire.”
a shaky exhale escapes your lips at her words. her low and husky voice adding to your sinuous desires. your nails ever so slightly dig into her intimidating physique as your cunt throbs in need.
with your slick folds spread open over the impressive muscle of her thigh, your clit rubs deliciously over the bumps and ridges of her battle-won scars.
your wanton gasps and whines ring throughout as your head tips forward in deadweight- causing your gaze to connect with the older woman’s breasts.
just beneath the water you can make out her soft nipples. her breasts are heavy and ripened with age, and though not littered with scars won over battles, stretch marks ripple over them like hieroglyphs seen carved into ancient monumental displays.
your hand moves quicker than your brain and suddenly you’re cupping one of her breasts, raising it up and out of the water- exposing it to the colder air. you practically watch in awe as her dark nipple hardens between your fingers as you press and flatten the heavy globe against her chest.
and without a second thought, you’re lurching forward and enveloping her nipple into your warm mouth. you would’ve swallowed her whole if you could’ve, but instead you resort to swirling the sensitive bud around your tongue; licking, nipping, sucking as though you were trying to milk her.
“look at you,” ambessa rasps, a hint of humor underlaying her lust. “starving for my body. my, you’d do anything to have a taste, wouldn’t you, child?”
a low groan rumbles out of ambessa’s chest at the feeling of the scrape of your teeth, the wet heat of your tongue. in an effort to take more of her breast into your mouth, your knee presses against the slick folds of her cunt as you slide further down her thigh.
and the fearsome warlords back, ever so slightly, arches off the edge of the tub.
“like a kitten in heat, you are” she taunts, though there is no covering how she bucks her hips up in order to grind her aching pussy against you.
she begins to move in time with you, the friction your knee provided sending bolts of pleasure straight to her core.
her position of leisure and relaxation did not slip, though. with her legs still spread wide, head tilted back, ambessa had the clear headedness to bring her steel goblet up to her lips without spilling a drop of the red liquid.
with an air of authority, she licks the remnants from her now stained mouth, stretching her arm back over the edge of the pool to set the cup down- without a tremor to be seen.
with both of her hands now free, she removes the cloth from her face, revealing her dark lust-stricken gaze.
her hand slowly delves between your legs, separating your slick cunt from her thigh. she teases you for a moment, smirking as she rubs your aching nub with a feather-light touch, before pressing a digit to your entrance.
“there you go, sweet girl,” ambessa praises, sliding another thick digit along her first, your walls fluttering around the intruding appendages. “now you may have my touch.”
her thumb continues to rub slowly circles on your clit as her fingers pump in and out of you at a relentless pace.
“cum for me” she murmurs huskily as she gazes down at your desperate form still suckling at her tit. “show me how my body brings you pleasure.”
she could feel your body tensing, your muscles coiling tight as she worked her fingers inside you. she could tell you were close, the way you desperately clung to her- the way your walls squeezed around her, urging her deeper.
and it wasn’t until she curled them just right, hitting that spot inside you that had you seeing stars, did you cum.
your body convulsed, muscles squeezing around her fingers as wave after wave of pleasure came crashing down upon you. ambessa held you close as you rode out your orgasm. your body shook, breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
she could practically feel your heart pounding against her chest. and as you slowly came down from your high, you pressed soft kisses and licks into the bitten skin of her breast.
“enough, child” she grunts, finally pulling you away from her raw nipple. “i desire your mouth elsewhere now.”
the ambitious zaunite has seen many things in his lifetime. though, he still (and undoubtedly) believes you are one of the most ethereal beings to have graced his sights, but especially so when you have your mouth stuffed full.
nsfw, oral fixation, boot humping, voyerism, sub reader
“you are much more docile like this.”
a muffled whine rips through the quiet atmosphere of the room as the inventors fingers press down on the back of your tongue; near the entrance of your throat. saliva pools around his fingers and he watches with keen interest at how your tongue flexes, and writhes under the offending appendages.
“close,” the man states simply, biting back a soft smile at how you immediately obey, lips wrapping around his knuckles.
from his seated position in the cushioned chair, he believes this sight may have been his own personal slice of heaven.
you’re currently poised prettily on your knees between his spread legs; head tilted up and eyes locked on his- back straighten to perfection at his approval. one hand rests by your lap on the floor while the other grips around a part his intricate leg brace.
viktor’s not a lover who yearns at depriving you of touch. punishments like such are rare (there typically never being a need for them). if anything he encourages your wandering hands to roam.
he is a man of science after all- observing is what he does best. he wishes to witness you for what you really are- your thoughts, opinions, reactions.
and that’s exactly how you ended up in this predicament.
his gaze remains unwavering at the slight gag he pulls from you. fingers brushing once more against the back of your throat after he’s satisfied with his determination of just how much you can take.
“you are doing so well.”
the natural purr his accented voice seems to carry is like melted honey to your ears. its velvety timbre vibrates through your body all the way down to your core. slick beginning to soak through the middle of your underwear.
your thighs clench and unclench in some sort of desperate attempt of relieving yourself of this ache- a move that doesn’t go unnoticed by viktor.
a subtle, sly smile graces his features as he watches you unashamedly tuck your free hand between your legs and under your clothing. saliva begins to drip down your chin as you moan around his fingers, tongue working tirelessly as your fingers press against your needy clit.
“pl..ease!” you cry out, eyes finally fluttering shut. your legs press tightly together to provide some sort of friction as you rub your swollen bud- a finger just barely pressing into your entrance.
between swollen lips, a mouth working diligently on calloused overworked fingers, you beg. beg for him to touch you. to relieve you of the animalistic desperation in you to cum.
he huffs out a quiet laugh, amusement written over his face. “open your eyes, zayka,” he murmurs lowly as he reaches out with his free hand to trace over your bottom lip with his thumb, mesmerized at the strand of saliva that keeps you two strung together as he pulls it away.
you listen well and your eyes fly open at the feeling of something hard pushed up against the back of your hand currently pressed against your cunt.
viktor had adjusted his good leg to where his foot was placed now between your spread thighs. the metal working of the tip of his boot caught the low lights in the room causing it to practically sparkle.
he didn’t push you to stop your ministrations, nor did he remove his fingers from your sopping mouth. he merely looked down at you, cheeks flushed a rosy pink and hazel eyes that shone in sensuality, and allure.
you, on the other hand, knew exactly what he wanted.
you’re quick to pull your hand away from your needy pussy and press yourself down onto the worn leather. your hips are in touch with your want and immediately begin to roll themselves. back and forth, up and down. your clit, beneath your undergarments, catches deliciously on the cool metal which warrants a gurgled moan from your now parted lips.
viktor tilts his head with a gentle look, as if he found this whole situation endearing.
your arousal began to seep onto the man’s boot, the slip allowing you to glide more effortlessly. both your hands reach out to take ahold of viktor’s leg and use it as leverage as your desperation rose.
a hand intertwines with yours atop his knee as tensions began to heighten- coils beginning to tighten in your lower abdomen.
“don’t fight it,” viktor whispers, his words almost syrupy. “just let it happen.”
it’s when his fingers finally exit your mouth and go to cradle the back of your head- ever so slightly tugging it back to look at your glistening, desirous expression- does that rope finally snap within you.
your orgasm doesn’t wash over you. it comes crashing down.
it take’s a few shushes and gentle murmurs to bring you down from that stagnant high. your clit, raw and sensitive, urges you to pull away from all stimulation, but instead you sag, nearly bonelessly, against viktor as he presses whispers of kisses into your sweaty hairline, continuing to caress your hair back in a loving manner.
