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[sluhts]

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[sluhts]

appreciate all the new followers/asks/replies <3 i'm gonna queue them up from here on out just because i have so many to get to and don't wanna span the dash <33

[lihiominaa]

REIGN S01E19 • Toy Soldiers

[sluhts]

@champagns sent: 012.

camila + jessica.

their boys weren't going to be home, that much was obvious from javier's phone call over an hour ago. with a last minute lead, they could be out all night. fortunately the girls have learned how to entertain themselves when they were left to their own devices. dinner and mindless television only took them so far, and by the time midnight had struck, jessica and camila had moved on to much more pleasurable things.

the blonde could taste the wine off of the other femme's lips, drinking her up as she settled above her. pale knees are tucked beneath her chest, allowing jessica to freely play with camila's nipples as she kissed her slowly. "so sweet, camila." she mumbles, fingers carefully rolling and circling the perky peaks of camila's breast. jessica licks a warm stripe against the femme's tongue, reaching as far as she can between her lips before trailing her kisses along camila's jaw to whisper, "open your legs, hon, can i get a taste?"

[kvllerdreams]

her daddy was an expert at turning scripture into dollar signs, his flock was large and while edith couldn't understand why this community was upsetting him so much she was powerless to do anything but show up with a story dipped in truth but laced with lies. every time she found herself in the presence of noah her heart kicked up, painful thuds inside her chest that made her palms sweat. yet she was close, could almost taste the insides of this group and along the way had found herself aching for it — for acceptance, praise. "um, okay", a thick swallow precedes her hazel hues widening as his hand delves between her thighs. now her heart isn't the only thing thudding inside her, questioning gaze focusing on him as a quiet gasp slips from parted lips. "your ... your seed?" she's only opened herself up for one other person before, a boy from her congregation that been all hands and disappointment. the urge to become one of them battles against her anxieties, legs already spreading as teeth scrape across her bottom lip. "i want to complete the assignment, sir. i've just ... will it hurt?" the first time it had burned, a discomfort that would have been washed away by pleasure, if she hadn't faked it.

[sluhts]

there were ways in which his organization operated that fell into categories of faith and of business. noah believed he was the savior for many a-people in this community. the community that sought his guidance and wisdom out, and also paid a pretty penny in donations. for if you lived on the compound, devoting your life to noah bishop, what good is a house with a mortgage to you? if there was some jealousy between noah's cult and that of this woman's daddy's, he would be acutely aware, but not at all concerned. not when he had this precious thing seated on his lap, her pussy within his reach. "it might." he hums. his voice low and steady as he gently pulls her panties away. the fabric lays somewhere along her knees, threatening to fall. with her fully accessible to him, the man carefully stands her up from his thigh. his hands then start unbuckling his belt and jeans, fisting for his cock straining against the denim. he wants her to watch him. "i'm gonna fill ya up, real nice. and you better hope my seed takes, darling." noah beckons for her, pulling her back towards him until she's straddling his lap with his cock bobbing between them. "go ahead, put it in."

[pearlwhitcs]

"nah, i'm just happy to have you," he admitted with a soft nod towards the android. "just thinking of how crazy it is that i'm talking to an robot. i never really thought i'd get the chance to own one till now." it still lingered on his mind before he placed his hand on her thigh. a tender, reassuring touch against the life-like silicone tissue. "i honestly don't know what i was supposed to expect, but you're perfect just the way you are." he wondered if the kelly-bot knew she was a refurbished model, there were no real signs of any defects that he could tell when he was at the factory. general process and standard setup when she was initially turned on and synced to her new owner. but all that mattered now was that he had her. "you can change yourself on the fly for me, or is it something where you gotta learn me and then start changing? like a real person."

[sluhts]

deviation was an oversight by many android companies that never truly implemented a process of returning defected creations back to them. most often, they were sold through third parties or through personal transactions. many of them already broken in, and defected. it was more likely to buy an android second hand and have it die in a couple of months. yet sometimes, however, they seemed to stay online but disconnected from their programming. kelly was the latter, breaking free of her outdated software. "happy." she repeats, a smile forming on her synthetic lips. "that makes me happy." a test of emotions, but it feels right. when her new owner's hand made it to her thigh, kelly turns to look his way. the paleness in her cheeks slowly tint a rosy hue. a new feature of her deviancy. lust. "it depends on what you like. if you prefer a faster route to..." kelly's processors find the right word, "satisfaction, then you may program me at will. if you'd like a more natural, human relationship, we may get to know each other."

[sluhts]

@fuckdclls sent: 032.

maddox + francis.

getting fucked raw like this has always been a devious little fantasy of the pristine popstar. with older hands handling her roughly, taking what they want from her, using her thoroughly after an already exhausting night on stage... it only made it better that francis had just met maddox tonight, slipping him a quiet invitation to her hotel suite following her concert. by the time he arrived, she was already parading around in a little lingerie set that was just begging to be ripped off. it was maddox's idea to tape her mouth shut and her wrists together. bending her over the hotel room's chairs and rutting into the little popstar was already easy enough given their difference in size, and francis could hardly take his cock without screaming against the adhesive taped against her lips.

she cries out a pretty little song for him. her makeup is a smudged mess, mascara dripping down her cheeks. with one of his fists knotted in her hair at the top of her head, the other holding her in place as she gets fucked, there was really nowhere for francis to squirm away from when taking his cock got to be too much. but she takes him all the same, her belly bulging from his thickness ploughing deeper and deeper. her moans are muffled and broken up, her voice already hoarse from a night of singing. if anyone knew what their favorite darling popstar was up to, getting used like a whore, they'd turn on her. her label would cut her off, her fanbase divided. but nothing in the world could convince francis that being fucked like this wasn't worth the risk.

[champagns]

sable sassing him amuses him just as much as it annoys him. in a blink of an eyes, he grabs a fistful of her hair, bringing her closer to him until her breath fans over the material of his mask, the blade of his knife pressing against the soft skin of her neck, a few thin droplets of blood oozing out from how much pressure he’s applying. “ who the fuck are you talking to? ” his voice drops to that dangerous timbre that gets her eyes watering in both fear and arousal. “ you’ve been away from me for too long, bunny. i know you’ve missed me, but actin’ like a bitch isn’t going to get you what you want. ” or maybe it will, since he knows she loves the sex and carnage as much as he does. it’s why they fit together so well. as demented as it may be, sable is the only woman in the long line of many that has been able to capture not only his interest but his heart to. and that’s saying something, because men like troye don’t believe in bullshit like that.

but she’s made him believe, to an extent. he sees this obsession with her as some kind of fucked up version of love. she’s his girl. she belongs to him. he’d do anything to get to her—which includes a fifty trial winning streak to appease the entity into letting them see each other again. he keeps her pretty blonde hair in his grasp and removes the knife from her throat. “ i wouldn’t be seeking you out before the trial starts if i didn’t miss you, bunny. ” he rests his forehead on hers, eyes closing as he feels the way she shakes against him. it makes him want to bend her over and stuff her full of him before the real fun starts. 

ghostface isn’t going to do that though, even though her sweet voice and tantalizing words almost have him losing it right then and there. “ that pussy is just beggin’ for me to come handle her, isn’t she? ” he mocks, the knife returning, except this time it’s at her stomach, tracing up and down her belly button before it goes lower, the blade pressed to her mound. “ you play this next trail like a good little survivor and i promise to make it worth your while. ” suddenly, the sound of the the trial starting echoes through the woods and finally, ghostface lets her go. “ i’ll see you in there, bunny. ” he waves at her condescendingly before disappearing into the woods.

[sluhts]

sable gasps when ghostface forces her closer. the knot of hair he has in his grasp starts to hurt her head, white strands straining against his gloved hand. the knife brings a subtle sting, and sable can feel the sudden warmth and throb of her body attempting to stop the bleeding. he makes it clear how he felt about her words, causing sable to whimper out a sound closer to a squeak than actual words. she's about to apologize, to beg, really, before he continues. her eyes round up, welling with wetness as she sucks in a sharp breath between her lips. she hates it when she disappoints him, like a bad dog. her hands quickly press against the dark fabric of his attire, seeking the stability of his chest with a desperate need to have him forgive her. it's fucked up how obsessed sable has become being his favorite girl. she'd throw an entire trial if it meant proving herself to him. maybe it was love, maybe it was something more toxic than that.

when ghostface removes the knife, a bead of blood rolls between her breasts, down her stomach and into the hem of her miniskirt. it draws a crimson line down her supple body. "ghost..." his words soothe the wound he just made, soothes the doubt he just plagued her heart with. sable immediately leans into him when her forehead meets the plastic of his mask. the fear will never go away, but sable kisses troye through the mask and through her shivers. full lips drag along the exaggerated proportions of the mask until the closeness suddenly stops.

sable inhales sharply when the tip of his knife returns to her body, then pressing against where she throbs the most. "she misses you." like the rest of her body. sable is left with an instruction and the absence of her killer when the match begins. the entity takes over, whisking the lot away to hawkin's lab. from the darkness of the forest, sable is blinded by the sterile lights and toxic spores. "shit!" she murmurs, looking around at her survivors. everyone seems less enthusiastic to be here, probably on their eight or nineth run. as soon as the trial starts, sable books it down the metal stairs and in search of a generator to work on her own. her killer's words ring in her ears about being a good little survivor, hoping if she can get a head start on popping these gens, she'll get fucked before the endgame.

[champagns]

the ego boost she gets being with roman has jade feeling like she’s on cloud nine. she giggles excitedly when he bites softly at her flesh, the butterflies in her stomach going crazy at his words. the attention she receives from roman gets her the ugliest side eyes from the rest of the girls, some even having the fucking balls to confront her directly about her relationship with the boss. jade just brushes them off, knowing they’re all jealous bitches over the fact that she’s getting that special treatment.

a perfectly sculpted brow raises as he rolls the skirt of her outfit over her ass, exposing the pretty g-string she’s wearing. she moans sweetly, pussy clutching around nothing once she feels his hardened length pressing against her where she needs him most. “ i’d follow you anywhere, you know that, ” she says truthfully, though a saccharine little smile pairs with her words. “ but the idea of having you tie me up… ” she allows her fingers to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck, tugging them ever so slightly. “ taking me against my will. that’s hot. ”

[sluhts]

it was no secret how quickly roman grew attracted to jade, and how quickly the other girls in the club noticed. some of them even tried sabotaging what they could grasp, finding ways to try and get into jade's head or roman's pants. it just wouldn't work, whatever they tried. roman was lovesick, even if he wouldn't admit it. there were selfish parts of him that loved jade for her body and the physicality of their relationship. there were selfish parts of him that loved jade for her obedience and her willingness to steal for him. but deep down, roman wouldn't just put his career and his business on the line for just anyone. jade was different that way.

"i know." he nods, tugging gently on the thread of her g-string until the thin line rubbed into her holes. roman twists it around his finger, thumbing at her tightest hole. not to enter, but just to tease. "you wanna be all tied up baby? is that it?" roman lolls his head back, leaning into her touch as he reaches lower with the rest of his fingers. unwinding from her g-string, he finds her pussy instead to play with, dipping the tips of his fingers inside her warmth. "i won't stop. even if it hurts sweetheart. you sure this pretty pussy can take that all weekend?"

[champagns]

any type of guilt he should feel for stepping out on connie whisks away the second jessica calls him daddy. she always knows exactly what to say or do to get him more and more entranced with her. what started off as harmless office flirting turned into desperate fucking in storage closest and empty meeting rooms. if anyone were to blame for this affair, it’d be javier fucking peña for encouraging him to find solace in between the legs of the pretty little thing that worked the front desk. steve pulls back, licking his lips as his eyes rake over her gorgeous naked body, slowing his thrusts down so that he can admire how hot she looks while she’s fucked out on his cock. “ don’t gotta worry about me leavin’ you again, baby. ” he tells her, large hand groping her breast, the other stroking her inner thigh reverently as he continues to grind his cock inside her. 

[sluhts]

steve pulling back encourages jessica to drag her manicured nails against his chest, tentatively raking against his skin. her acrylic french keeps it professional at the front desk: taking calls and writing memos all day long. but they look incredible against steve, picturesque against his chest as she gently meets his slowing thrusts halfway. "no? you mean it?" sweet jessica, she whimpers out the question like she begs for him to tell her it again. both hands fall to his forearm that extends towards her breast. when he gives her a squeeze, she digs her nails into his arm like little almond shaped teeth taking a needy bite. the cold band of his wedding ring is felt, pressed right by her peaked nipple. now jessica didn't take this job to divide marriages up, nor is it why she lets steve fuck her at work, but fuck it if steve is the first man to ever make her feel something real. something raw. something dangerous that she doesn't think she could go without again. "don't ever leave me again, daddy. please..."

[susierpt]

ok but a plot where one is a criminal that’s on the run from the police, and they stumble across this practically empty motel that’s in the middle of nowhere, and they think, hey, perfect place to hide out for a few weeks until the manhunt dies down. the motel is run by a married couple, and their sheltered, somewhat naive child – well, actually they’re an adult by now, but they’ve never left their small town, had a job outside the motel, or been anywhere, and their parents still treat them like a kid. the criminal checks in, of course not mentioning why they’re here, and the owners’ kid is fascinated by their guest – they hardly ever get guests for more than a night at a time, let alone guests who seem to have so many interesting stories and secrets….

[champagns]

he glances down, even through the mask he can see the creamy evidence of how much she enjoys getting fucked like this. no one would be stupid enough to come disturb them down in the basement, especially not since he’s already done his half of the work by killing off four of the eight survivors that had entered the trial. all that to feed his adrenaline so that when he finally got to his favorite girl, she’d take all the frenzy that he’s built up. as she is now, her pink cunt swollen from the fucking she’s taking. “ fuck, bunny, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight. love breaking you open on my cock, ” the lewd words are muffled through the plastic of his signature mask, gloved fingers leaving bruises on her pretty, soft skin. troye pulls out just enough for the tip to remain notched at her hole. “ tell me what you want baby, wanna hear that sweet voice beg to have me rut into this pussy ‘til you’re crying and begging me to stop. ” 

[sluhts]

there was something so dangerously addicting to the brutal ways sable craves to be handled by ghostface. she' terrified of him, of what he can do. he's inflicted so much pain onto her, there's nothing left for her body to do but to seek out a much darker and twisted way to comprehend him. to turn fear into arousal, fight or flight or fuck. all her life, she's been neglected of the kind of proper attention that would certainly warrant her away from ghostface, so here she is at the end of his cock, begging to be stuffed full of it once again. "i want it! i want it, ghost, please!" sable peels her cheek away from the rotten mattress, looking back over her shoulder to the signature pale mask she fantasizes about. her eyes are wet with tears that could've easily come from the fucking, or the needy desperation that he rut right back inside her to bring her to completion. her voice breaks, the rasp whining on each syllable as she begs him. she's let him abuse her into the endgame, wasting her final second to escape if it meant he'd continue to fuck her. "i wanna cum on your cock, please don't stop using me... hurt me, please..."

[champagns]

the gag comes right on cue, his thick head pressing against the spot that has her drooling and gagging all over his perfect cock. it’s then that she feels jessica’s softer touch move between her thighs, and camila properly readjusts herself, spreading her knees a little wider as the other girl begins to softly trace the length of her slit. camila moans around javier’s cock, a few tears shedding from the corner of her eyes. “ that’s the only way to shut her up, isn’t it? ” comes steve’s mocking tone from the corner of the room. sometimes he’s more content with just watching as his partner has his way with both of their girls. camila wants to protest, but that dies quickly when javi thrusts into her mouth a little more roughly and jessica slips two fingers into her tight cunt, kissing her neck as she does so.

[sluhts]

it's their own personal fucking show. javier gives murphy an acknowledging scoff, pushing whatever protest camila had ready back down her throat. "yeah, i think so." he huffs, fisting a knot of camila's curly hair between his fingers until he's able to tug her right off. a line of spit still connects her to his cock now bobbing in the air at the sudden release of her tight throat. with a point of his chin, jessica gently leaves the soft skin of camila's neck and leans in to kiss the other femme. they share the salty taste of javier's precum in a languid kiss as javier holds their heads together. they could really use their girls however they wanted, getting off to the fact they were theirs to use and theirs alone.

as jessica slides her fingers in and out of camila's leaking cunt, she thumbs at her clit in tandem. her touches are soft, but purposeful. their mouths continue to slide against each other until javi guides camila's attention back to his cock, aching to be nestled somewhere tight and warm. pushing her head with both hands until her nose brushes against his coarser hair, javier tilts his head back in bliss. "good girl..." while usually quiet, he is quick to praise where it counts. he rocks his hips into her mouth, fucking her throat as deep as she'll let him before he'll let her tap out for air.

[roadsidey]

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[champagns]

⋆   @sluhts  sent   ›   i missed you.. missed this part of you, too.

           he traces the tip of his nose up the length of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume, getting drunk off it paired with the wet squeeze of her pussy around him. “ m’never leavin’ you for that long again. hate bein’ away from this perfect little body. ” steve tells jessica, hungrily placing his lips on hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth as he hitches her legs higher up on his waist to get deeper insider her. 

[sluhts]

it's not always this intimate, but granted, it costs too much time to creatively fuck in a copier room at the embassy. but here at steve's, they've got what feels like all the time in the world now that he sent his wife back to america. jessica moans against his mouth, happily accommodating to get steve inside her as deep as he can. "you're so good to me, daddy." she praises between breaths, licking her way out of his lips and kissing her way to his ear. jessica gasps when steve reaches even deeper, sinking her nails into his back as her pussy tightens around him. "m-missed you so much, fuck…"

[champagns]

⋆   @sluhts  sent   ›   you're taking me so well.

           her back arches at the praise, a smug grin painting itself on her plump lips. “ always, ” she purrs, beginning to move her body back against his, fucking herself on him with an impassioned rythm, relishing in the deep grunts that escape him. “ c’mon murphy, i know you can fuck me better than that. ” 

[sluhts]

as soon as camila starts fucking herself at the end of his cock, steve is desperate to grab her hips. he doesn't necessarily stop her, but can't afford to have her moving like that if she wants him to last. "fuck—fucking needy lil' thing…" he murmurs, choosing to ignore her taunt by sucking in his teeth. one of his large hands pat against her ass, and he gives her one deep rut. "won't let'cha cum if you keep talkin' like that, sweetheart."

[champagns]

⋆   @sluhts  sent   ›   i can’t stop touching you.

           “ a luxury many can’t afford. ” she tosses over her shoulder, swiveling her hips against his lap in time with the beat of the rap song that plays throughout the club. the rhinestones of her skimpy stage outfit reflect light off her body that resemble tiny little stars. jade loves the feeling of his large hands grabbing at her waist, keeping her firmly on top of him. 

[sluhts]

roman has a designated spot he sits at in his club. sometimes he's perched up on the balcony with a few guards, sometimes he's hidden in the back, nowhere to be found. but here, he sits in view of his entire club floor, and the entire club floor has view of him. roman fucks up into jade's untouchable cunt, untouchable to everyone but him. his hands grip her waist, holding her steady as he watches the shocks of his thrusts give her tits a gentle bounce. it makes the glitter shimmer, the rhinestones dazzle. "fuck 'em." roman mutters, tossing his head back against the couch as jade rides him. "they're all here to see you baby, see your pretty pussy get stuffed. ain't that right?"