I just found you account yesterday and binged through all of your content lol
Two questions tho
Can I be 🦭 anon
And
Can you write something about cod men(the ones you wrote for) using a portal pussy on fem!reader??
Absolutely!!
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Buying a portal pussy for your boyfriend, Johnny, was probably one of the worst best ideas you've ever had. He's such a horny little bastard, you should've known that he would share the portal with his teammates.
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"Go on, lads, my Bonnie's okay with it." Soap laughs, sipping a cold beer.
Gaz lunges forward, yanking the portal pussy up off of the coffee table. He lightly stroked the folds of the portal pussy - your pussy.
"She's already so wet." Gaz laughs, easily plunging two fingers into the portal. It doesn't take much time for him to coax an orgasm from it, your pussy clenching and spasming wildly around his fingers.
Gaz frees himself from his pants, his cheeks warming as his colleagues stare at him. He lines his rock-hard cock up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself into your soft, wet cunt.
It doesn't take long for Gaz to bury himself balls deep, moaning as he fills you with cum. Gaz pants weakly, keeping the portal stuffed with his softening cock.
Price yanks the portal off of Gaz, making him jerk and moan weakly. Your pussy's gaping and leaking cum. "Messy little thing, isn't she?"
Price's fingers press the cum back into you. He teases your opening with his cock, feeling your cunt clench around nothing. Price sinks into you with virtually no resistance, Gaz having loosened you up.
"Fuck, oh fuck." Price groans, forcing your pussy down to the root of his cock. "She's - she's fuckin' squeezin' me."
Price grunts as he fucks into the portal. He curses and gasps under his breath. Price's thrusts are brutal and deep. He can feel himself colliding with your cervix every time he bottoms out.
Price cums with just the tip of his cock sliding inside you, so that his cum immediately oozes out, making the portal even messier. Price wipes his cock off on your opening, smirking when he sees your cunt clench.
Price passes the portal off to Ghost.
Ghost rolls his balaclava up over his nose and brings the portal up to his lips. He laps at your cunt feverishly, sucking at your folds to drink the cum from you. Once Ghost's licked every drop of cum from your puffy, abused pussy, he finally pulls the portal away from his mouth.
"She's fuckin' delicious." Ghost groans, spitting on his cock to lube himself up.
"I know she is." Soap smirks, watching with hazy eyes as Ghost pushes his thick, long cock into the portal.
It doesn't take long for Ghost to cum. Your pussy was squeezing around him so tight it was almost like a vice.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Ghost moans, pulling the portal down to the hilt. "Jesus Christ."
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When Soap gets home at the end of the night, he finds you on your shared bed, covered in sweat. "Have a nice day, bonnie?"
So I really REALLY hope this isn't weird, I just love your writing. I think it's really really good, you do suspense and emotion so well. Your detective story was so beautifully done even though I know it was so long ago. Anyway I hope you have a good night.
hey everyone I’m back for the summer (or until the season flops LOL)!!! I missed the premiere last night but I just caught up and here are my overall thoughts:
the main stage looks SO PRETTY I love it
that first comp w/ the plexiglass puzzle looked hard as shit, my pea brain would not be able to solve that quickly
it took them how many seasons to put a balcony in the backyard?!?
I've been really busy this summer so far and didn't really have a chance to keep up w/ preseason interviews that much, but based on premiere intros, I honestly like everyone except like 2-3 people. I know it's early but it's genuinely amazing what miss r*byn k*ss was preventing us from having in seasons past
teams...................okay........ (the team picking wasn't the worst I guess but idk I'm not the biggest fan of this twist)
julie girl why are you so AWKWARD sdhsjdj
okay cbs w/ the $750k budget!!!
I'll wait to see the wild card comp before I judge but literally all I want is an old school vanilla season of bb w/ minimal twists is that too much to ask for??
can't wait to experience another season of this stupid show w/ you all!!!!!! :)
Whelp, it sure has been a while, friends. I definitely never intended to take such a long break. Turns out that while I handled the first year or so of this pandemic okay, I really am limping to the distant finish line here.
BUT I am determined to try to get back on track, and to reconnect with the wonderful community of Marvel fandom that I’ve missed so much. To that end, I’ll be resuming Fic Friday this week with two new offerings: the first chapter of the Peter-centric spinoff to unfinished symphony, titled “a garden (you never get to see)” and the first chapter of one of my Marvel Trumps Hate fics, a Pepperony series for the wonderful @deehellcat. I also still have a backlog of #AskStrange prompts leftover from symphony, and I’ve jotted down a few ideas for shorts in the ageplay verse. So there should be lots coming your way in the next few weeks/months/whatever time is meaningless.
tldr; I’ve missed you all, I’m back, and looking forward to sharing some new writing!
This is update is thanks to my wonderful Soul Sister @ashleigh-jewitt-xx Thank you for always being there for me and helping me to get past this year long writers block and my genuinely pulling away from everything and anything. I don’t know where I would be without you!
Klaus fell against the closed door of his bedroom with a soft groan as he ran a hand over his face. He just couldn’t get the events of the evening spent with Caroline out of his head. Events that left his hybrid heart pounding a glorious rhythm inside his heaving chest.
He knew she had only spent time with him at the town’s only passable pub as a minor distraction for whatever cockamamie scheme her little group had been devising next. Oh, but tonight, tonight there were moments, real genuine moments when things went…quite differently than normally expected.
Typically, there were a few traded barbs, him trying his best to charm her and her seemingly pretending to fight him off before one of them would stalk off. Her to congratulate herself on yet another distract Klaus mission that didn’t end with her giving in to her darkest desire and him to lick his wounds while deciding whether he would dramatically burn then save any of the numerous drawings he had done of her beautiful face.
But tonight…? She enjoyed herself. He could tell. Her laughter had been genuine, not the fabricated sort that she used while trying too hard to keep his attention when the likes of Damon or the Bennett witch came near. Tonight, he finally gained that elusive Caroline-smile he had been aiming to obtain for months.
And even more to his utmost pleasure.
By their third drink, some new age song had begun to play and even he could feel its rhythm as she began to unconsciously sway to its beat.
His first true unguarded smile that he had ever gained from her had come when he had asked her to dance. Oh, she had tried valiantly to fight the desire to accept, but the pull from the song and the drinks coursing through her had won out in the end.
As did he.
Her bell-like laughter still rang in his ears from when he gave her that first spinning dip. His hands still tingled from the way her skin felt through her strappy open-back top. His body still hummed and burned in all the places her lascivious form brushed and teased and rubbed against him. It had taken nearly every ounce of his vastly sculpted self-control to keep from getting harder than half-mast right there in the center of the dancefloor. Even more so once he caught the scent of her own struggle with her desire.
It was downright sinful that they ended the night apart.
Not that he thought she would have come home with him of her own accord. Not yet. Not when she was still feeling that damned pull to quote-unquote save her friends. But he did entertain the hope that someday she would fall into his arms willing and wanting what they could have just as desperately as he did.
His chest was heaving as the fight with his arousal ended in a blazing glory now that he was secluded away in his chambers. There was no helping it now, Klaus thought as his clothing hit the floor on his way to his shower.
The steam of the shower only enhanced the memory of sweat covered bodies grinding together to the bass of the song. He let the hot water cascade over his lean body, the heat tempting him to being but instead he allowed it to draw out the moment at hand. With his arms outstretched and braced on the tile wall his mind created the scene of what he yearned for most.
His senses picked up on her natural floral scent mixed with the sweet tang of her arousal seconds before he felt her hands glide over his warm wet back.
“I just couldn’t stay away Klaus. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Never, Love. I’d never turn you away.” He answered his fantasy aloud as his hand followed her phantom touch in a slithering path from his chest to his waist only to curve scant inches away from where he needed her most to land palm flat against his inner thigh.
“Tease.”
Her husky giggle was his only answer until she pressed her slick naked body to his back pulling a deep low groan from him. Her supple breasts tipped with hardened nipples teased the skin of his shoulder blades as she rolled her body in waves against him, the light smattering of hair of her nether lips tickling the cleft of his arse with every move.
He felt her lips drag across his shoulder to his ear, her hand trembling with want against his thigh, “No more teasing.” Her sultry voice whispered, “No more games.” She breathed with her lips feathering against the shell of his ear causing his eyes to roll and his head to tip back.
He spun them both around with a growl, pressing her back to the shower stall and capturing her gasp with his mouth, mixing it with his own as her hand grasped his straining cock. In retaliation his mouth left her smirking lips, because of course even in his fantasy she fought him for dominance every step of the way, his lips latched onto her rosebud nipple his tongue mimicking the pattern he would use on the back of his teeth. Her hand, his hand, continued to swirl and pump his throbbing erection as in his mind his hand followed the smooth curve of her midsection, over her hip and through the neatly groomed curls of where he wished most to be. He nearly lost himself in how wet she would be, how hot and tight and just bloody perfect she would feel writhing upon his fingers. How he wished to taste her desire! He was sure he could spend hours alone with his tongue pressed and dancing between her milky thighs.
As he was about to do just that she stopped him, her hand still pumping his cock as her other cupped his scruff covered cheek, “No, no. I need you now. Please.”
He groaned aloud, feeling drugged by the shear need that matched his own in her voice, hissing “Yes.” As he hoisted her up the wall, her legs wrapping around his waist as he slammed into her warm pulsing sheath in one smooth thrust.
His hand tightened around his cock, shifting and changing the pressure as he imagined how it would feel to be deep inside her. The sounds of her phantom cries echoed in his mind as the burn of her phantom nails raked over his back. His hips thrusted and rolled, his body trembling with the force of his desire for her as she chanted his name inside his head. The water pounded against his side and with a final roll of his hips and twist of his hand combined with her scream of fuck in his head he exploded, the evidence of his release smearing over the shower wall as he turned and let his back collapse against it to catch his breath.
This was one of his quicker but damn well satisfying sessions, he thought with a small smirk. He had never come so hard over a fantasy before in his entire long life.
Meanwhile across town…
Caroline collapsed against her bed, her body sticky and slick with sweat and her own release. Using her discarded shirt, she wiped her finger off before tossing it to the floor beside her bed. Her throat still sore from her cries of his name and the curses that left her mouth against her will.
It was a damn good thing her Mother wasn’t home. Barging into her daughter’s room after hearing her yell a chorus of Klaus and fuck would have been ten shades of awkward.
She should probably get up and take another shower, but she had only enough energy to slide beneath her blankets and to curl up with a satisfying sigh.
Surprisingly, the guilt that usually danced through her mind after giving in to her deepest and most secret desire was oddly quiet, only a bliss that she knew so very little of existed. The last thought she had was how she would contain her flustering blush when she was inevitably sent in as Klaus’ distraction tomorrow after what her mind had him doing to her tonight.
On second thought, maybe she’d just take another shower in the morning to release the built-up tension. Because tonight’s little shower fantasy was all kinds of hot.
