#naughty ask

[xx-your-new-obsession-xx]

I'm home. I'm bored. I'm feeling very dirty.

Ask me questions/say anything you'd like 💋

[navybrat817]

oops, i forgot to delete the little part where it said i got off anon. my bad 😅😅

Nonnie, I'm not sure what happened, but the ask I just tried to respond to disappeared. 😭 Thankfully I had the link open that you shared, so I will gift it to any lovely here who wants to listen. 🔥

Sounds of Pleasure

her + him - loud - 5 min - On the kitchen island She bends over the kitchen island and he does something that she really likes.

I can think of a few people who can bend me over a kitchen counter right now. 🥵 Love and thank you for sharing! ❤️

[naughtyneganjdm]

Okay. So I'm writing this threesome fic between tv Joel Miller and Negan. I'm going to be blunt. DP or no DP? I'm going to finish this tonight. I just don't know how naughty to go.

[formulakay]

okay, lemme just pull this out of your fantasies thoughts. Pull his hair hard enough that his head tips sideways, trace his jawline with your lips. Are you threatening to leave a mark there? It’s very public. He’d love it.

His intake of air is sharp, through his teeth, as your fingers tighten in the handful of hair you had grabbed. The gasp gives way to heavy breaths through his nose, harsh exhales fanning across your cheek as you nudge your nose along his chin. Your lips follow - more slowly than he’d like - pressing small, chaste kisses to the skin that’s already sprouting stubble. He blames its rapid growth on stress but he loves to let it chafe you, seeing the shadow of him lingering on your skin.

“I could leave a mark here,” you threaten, wetly kissing the skin just under his jaw. You don’t move your hand, yet he sighs and tilts for you, opening his neck to you, allowing you room to work. You kiss deeper down his jaw, your lips just above his rapid heartbeat. “You want me to, don’t you? I could make it a faint one, could pass it off as a trick of the light.”

“No,” he says, the word pulled from so far down it sounds more like a growl than an exclamation.

You press another kiss, harder, to the soft flesh just under his ear, above your favorite freckle. “No, don’t leave a mark?” You nip at the wet spot, his breath hitching as you lave your tongue over the tiny indents left by your teeth. “Or no, don’t leave a faint one?”

His hand on your knee squeezes and you decide for him, leaning to suck the already-red spot harshly. “They’ll all see it,” you remind him, giving him a chance to tell you to stop. Instead he relaxes further into the airplane seat, further into your grasp. You smirk and breathe him in before marking him as yours.

[crystalbaby12]

Ok this one's spicy

have you ever been in a 3 way

🤫

Answered many times. No, every partner of mine doesn't like to share me....can't blame em. I don't tend to share either but never say never

[loveyou-x3000]

Mika I kinda see Izayoi enjoyed being eaten out, can you do one please

Because I already have a scene written, here’s the only nsfw preview (no bondage, light bdsm dynamic) of Wicked Games I’ll post before the story goes up:

His hands fastened around her hips in an instant, clamping down with firm demand. She laughed with soft delight as he yanked her down, effortlessly reeling her into him, her elbow slipping free from underneath her as he dragged her flat on her back down the sheets. Her legs slid neatly into place on either side of him as they dipped over the edge of the mattress, the supple stretch of her inner thighs bracketing him to her. Completely nude, she was suddenly there, the cleft of her legs exposed— her scent, her fragrance, all intoxicating and impossibly tempting, now bared to him.

He floundered for only a moment before his brain caught on.

“What do you say?” Her fingers slid into his hair, carding back until she had him by the nape, clutching suddenly and arching his neck so he was looking up at her, tearing his gaze away from her prize.

“Thank you,” at the rise of her eyebrow, expectant and elegantly poised, he remembered himself, “ma’am.”

“Good.” She tugged again, drawing a soft noise of desire from deep in his throat, lifting her free hand to pry his fingers off one hip. His other hand fell away with the first, not needing further prompting. “Go on, then.”

He fisted his knuckles against the mattress, pressing in on either side of her with a simmering sort of frustration until she finally released his hair. His head snapped forward at the release, back to where he’d previously been attuned— to the smell, which was quickly growing heavier by the second.

Unable to touch her, unable to spread her with his fingers and part the slicked petals before him as he normally would, there was only one thing he could do. Locking eyes with Izayoi, finding himself lost in the endless, clouded depths of her dark gaze, he bent forward and pressed his lips against her, a breath of hot air against the soft thatch of curls. The moan that escaped her at his contact hit his ears and crashed straight down to his knees, ricocheting through his entire body with white light. And he might’ve been able to linger in that satisfaction, if not for the urge to taste her— if not for the fact his tongue moved of its own volition, exploring, pressing against the seam before splitting her apart, licking, tasting, lapping and— holy fuck.

He’d returned to paradise for the second time in a single night, and there was nothing whatsoever holding him to this Earth.

Izayoi’s hand tangled back in his hair within seconds, her back arching as she pressed her hips up to his face, neck lolling back in a sway of black hair across her front. Her other hand fell on top of his fist behind her, pressing down on the back of his hand as she tipped backwards and angled into him. Her breathy, lustful sighs set his pace; he lapped up whatever she offered him, soon daring to spear her, to taste her moist, inner walls as they convulsed and pulsed against him. His nose nested against the throbbing cluster of nerves that made her shudder at the faintest touch, scenting her to excess, living inside the heavy musk that was dripping out of her and into his mouth.

Izayoi whimpered and he refocused his efforts, moving his tongue out of her to focus solely on that throbbing nub, sucking and rasping until her thighs were shuddering beside his head.

“Fuck,” her fingers trembled against his scalp, blunted nails digging in harmlessly where they weaved into his hair.

Agreed, he groaned to himself, sucking hard until she cried out, falling back flat on the bed and dragging him forward without mercy.

“Touch me.”

He obeyed without thought, barely registering her words before he felt her hips beneath his claws, the constant tremble of her sweat-slicked, heated body between his hands. He pinned her to his mouth, brought her in closer as he finally had her sprawling over the edge, living in that final hungry stroke of his tongue—

—and then he didn’t stop, renewed by her orgasm, by the way she hooked her legs over his shoulders and locked him into her. Toga delved, prodding her again, nuzzling and kissing and paying every imaginable attention until she was shocked with new waves of orgasms; one after the next, folded up in the last, until she was sobbing with pleasure, hips spasming against his face.

“...holy gods," she whispered, trembling like a leaf in the wind.

Only when he felt all semblance of strength shake out of her legs did he stop, growling happily as he kissed the trembling muscles of her inner thigh.

[legendareme]

You’re so handsome it makes me want to tag you with my boyfriend

Hey, wouldn’t be the first time I did that 😘😘

[ask-theo-bear]

🍒-When and how did they lose their virginity, if they have? For both? And otherwise just Theo.

Im a little confused about the question so im just gonna do both for this one.

Theo:

He lost his when he was 20 to a working girl at the valentine saloon.

Sylvia:

She almost lost hers at 21 to a guy she messed around with but she decided against it because she was afraid of having a child on accident and she didnt want to go through any more stress.