#face*sitting

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Imagine Edward thinking you smell mouthwatering.

He hadn’t caught a whiff of your aroma when you were casually checking him out earlier, but you were standing right in front of the fan. Your scent wasn’t so much wafting as roaring in his nostrils. And then you sat down next to him. He nodded at your “hey, Edward.”

While you prepared to take notes, the vampire caught glimpses of your daydreams. Namely, you sitting on his face. The bloodlust abruptly disappeared. Edward thanked God you were scanning the whiteboard, hand gripping your pen, and unaware of the venom rushing to his nether regions.

An image of his cool fingers gliding into you was too much. Edward covered his gasp, disappointed when he realized there was no secretions on his hand. You continued jotting down notes, oblivious (for now) that a vampire was fantasizing about his wedding night.

Note: This scene was always funny to me, but now I (hopefully) made this request funny in an inappropriate way.

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Imagine Lilith walking in on you and your girlfriend. 

“So, this is your type?” 

Your girlfriend ceased grinding against your face and turned to glare at the intruder. Then froze. The vampire’s tongue had extended down to her bare chest, circling around a hard nipple. 

In a span of about five seconds, your hand was grabbed, you were almost dragged out of your room, then your GF was locked out, and Lilith had taken her place on top. It didn’t even register you were back on your back until cool thighs straddled each cheek.

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Imagine inviting the dream ghost to take a seat on your face, earning you a mouthful of sweet ectoplasm, after she goes down on you.

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Imagine comforting Jesse about his disfigurement by sitting down on his face after it’s healed.

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Note: Three-ways with villains. 👌🏻

Imagine Red Eye and Lash deciding to give you a “test drive” to see if you’d make a good throuple. 

Too bad you had no say in the decision. 

Lash’s painted smirk held your attention until her bare butt began its descent to your face. She wasn’t completely naked, unlike Red Eye. He had told her to keep the gloves and chaps on. 

Though I guess the eyepatch counts as apparel. 

You hoped he was also going to wear a condom. The idea of him ejaculating inside you... Was his member scaly and, if so, how well would you be able to feel its scales stimulating your hole? 

Lash’s lower lips gave your mouth a vertical kiss. Red Eye climbed onto the bed. Your thighs were thrust apart. Just as you hoped his privates didn’t feel as calloused, two hardnesses prodded you. Your own protuberance stirred. You were so startled, you gasped. His girlfriend took a break from grinding her pearl against your nose. 

“Surprised? Why else did you think we’re on the market? There’s more than enough of him to go around.”

The lovers then went on to explain that it was okay if you couldn’t get both off; you could fellate him after eating pussy.

“It’d be nice having someone else help with the sucking,” added Lash with a laugh. “Red Eye takes so long to get off.” 

An image of her forcing you to take a hemipenis in your mouth alongside her popped into your head. And got you hard.

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Imagine Kyle twitching his nose, hoping there isn’t any visual residue of cum. He doesn’t regret asking you to sit on his face before the Seven Wonders, though.

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Imagine after the “sitting duck” comment, Otis has you sit on Miguel’s face (on film) before making him run the Gauntlet. Lucky for him, you finish quickly. Miguel Guerrero, you muse afterwards. I should look him up later.