The pressure of your friends won't stop ever since they arranged a blind date for you , they probably saw it online on some weird forum.
You're clueless. Is your date dressed casual , fancy ? Like what's the vibe of the restaurant and what is she like. A thousand questions roam in your head spreading like wildfire. Is she older than you , younger?
The day has already been bad and super weird , this blind date doesn't sit right with you but its too late to cancel. Dressed causal you step into the mentioned restaurant, curiously you scan the crowd of people watching people drink and eat. A gaze that burns into your back like fire has you turning around wondering what it was , your eyes lands on a woman that sips on a glass Hennessy she seems to be around 40 maybe not older, dark hair and her body language screams 'careful!'.
For some odd reason you can't seem to look away as if would hurt to tear your eyes off of her. Look for the table number 49. your eyes fall on the table number of this mysterious woman and one thing is clear she can't be your blind date there's no way a woman this dangerously looking goes on a blind date on a Saturday for fun.
But standing around like some loner doesn't help. If you knew who this was you would've never bothered to sit next to this woman in a restaurant. She silently watches you , one brow raised at your boldness yet she doesn't stop you. You're diffrent, perhaps stupid or you might have a death wish.
"So you're.. my blind date?" You ask confident.
The question stops her in her tracks , is this what you thought she was a blind date? Valeria sees no reason why not to play right into it and lies.
Yes.
You try to hide your frown but its no help and vale notice. "What you dont believe me?"
You shrug your shoulders. "You don't look like the type to go out on a Saturday for a blind date". Your boldness earns you a small smirk from the cartel boss. You can't hide your curiosity , your eyes begin to wander to her scared hands and tattooed arms , the way her rings compliment her hands and her expensive perfume that completely numb your senses... you stop yourself.
Valeria simply observes you. You amuse her with the way your gaze wanders , shyly trying not to get caught while doing so.
Nothing that a glass red wine couldn't fix , the bitter sweet taste melts on your tongue and loosens your muscles. You're less tense now and overly sweet and talkative. Valeria doesn't mind, she enjoys your company especially when the sight of such a pretty woman right next to her talks about everything and anything. Valeria spent her time listening to you talk about smallest things that either got you really upset or happy there was no in between , for the very first Valeria felt like a normal woman without all this violence, blood , guns and rough days.
The reason why Valeria really was here is unknown to you , she planed on meeting someone important who canceled last minute. Letting you to belief this is the woman who your friends set you up with , she didn't had the heart to tell you that she wasn't actually your date — the reality is that your dare never bothered to show up.
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It gets even better when your friends ask you the next day how the date went. You tell them how good it went despite that Valeria looked mean and terrifying at first. Their eyes widen at the name , this wasn't the blind date name at all.
cw: overly abundant spit kink, sub!reader for this one🙂↕️, praise, gagging, one instance of a spit-roasted reader, slapping, spanking, reader is told explicitly “worship my cock” by someone— you’ll have to find out who, oh and degradation
a/n: hello!! this is a combination of requests related to this post right here. down the road i might make another part if this does well, but this is just a test run of characters that make sense to me!!
laufer (lauma+nefer) double penetration
You were kneeling between two absolutely gorgeous women, taking their frustrations with a dopey smile on your face. Nefer’s grunting of agitation at your smile was more than enough to send a rushing thrill down your spine as she hauled you onto the bed. The muscles in your back stretched with devastating relief as your ass was pulled up into the air, and your face planted into the comforter.
Lauma sidled to be in front of you once more, her long fingers carding through your hair as she prodded the tip of her cock at your lips, “C’mon pretty doe, open up for us. You’ve been so good thus far.” Currents of electricity zip through your bones as you open up your mouth, accommodating the size of her strap.
Nefer was behind you, her nails gripped onto your hips to the point of pain. But it was never truly painful, always tiptoeing that thin line of ecstasy and damnation. Your wives made eye contact over your pleasure drunk body and there was a crackling energy that filled the room as they slid in and out of your worn out body. Oh, how delicious it was to be pampered and used like this.
yae miko worship
Your eyes watered each time you took the piece of plastic further down your throat, tears stinging in your eyes as your gorgeous kitsune wife shushed your whines with a finger to her mouth. “Now, now, darling, good girls don’t complain about what they’re given.” Her crooning forces a shiver down your spine as your nose touches the skin just above her pelvis, and you can see the muscles quivering with each clammy breath that brushes against it.
A shallow gag manages to escape your throat before you pull back gasping for air, looking up at miko with tears clustered along your lashes. “I wanna please you, please baby,” you watch her fox ears pull back in embarrassment as a tender kiss was pressed near the apex of ger thighs.
Your tongue brushes along the leather holding the plastic cock in place, becoming wet and warm as you move further inwards to lick at her dripping cunt. “Let me worship you, my love.”
feixiao brat taming + impact play
The night was young and you felt like such an idiot as you held Feixiao’s cock in your hands, sweat beading down your back and knees quivering on the floor of your bedroom. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I would never undermine you!” Your words fall on deaf ears as Feixiao’s eyes trace along your shaking body.
At this point in the night you had been brought to the edge of an orgasm repeatedly, barely there before being brought back down to a place of begging and sucking along your wife’s strap. Your wife was sat on the bed, fully clothed; you were kneeling on the floor, totally naked.
The plastic dildo wasn’t even attached to her body, you were forced to suck on the cock as she held it in front of you. “Shut up, and worship my cock. I can’t believe you’d embarrass me like that, if you won’t learn to take turns speaking then I’ll have to use your mouth in other ways.”
hysilens pussy drunk + 69 !
While you never were a fan of being the one on top, instances like this were starting to become a common occurrence between you and Hysilens. You could feel how deep her cock was in your throat, reverberations of your moans causing the plastic to shift further down. Hysilens on the other hand, oh, she was lost on the taste of your pussy.
Her hips were grinding into your face at such a jerky pace that you were almost convinced that she could feel everything with heightened intensity. Another orgasm washed over your body with a shudder that sent Hysilens whining and grabbing at your thighs to keep them pried open, even if you wanted to, you’d never be able to close them.
Her grip was near punishing as her tongue rolls over your clit one last time before she gasps for air and chases the high of feeling your cunt clench around her fingers, “One more, just one more time please!” Is what she said 20 minutes ago, her speech becoming more garbled and strewn together as she chased a high that never seems to last long enough.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Abigail Roberts Marston/Reader
Characters: Abigail Roberts Marston, John Marston (mentioned)
Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Doomed Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Internalized Homophobia, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Body Worship, Period-Typical Homophobia, Bisexual Abigail Roberts Marston, Pre-Canon, Angst with a Bittersweet Ending, Slight Character Study, No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert
Summary:
With your head in your hands
You're nothing more than his wife
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John has been gone for months now. One of those nights, Abigail lets herself be held.
lol ive been working on this since like early june and just managed to finish it.
Everything romantic or sexual will involve adults only. I will always decide what I am personally comfortable writing, but you are welcome to send nearly any idea for consideration.
I’m a writer from San Francisco,, with an obsessive brain and an extremely overactive imagination.{aka ocD + autism}
Basically, once my brain locks onto a woman, a pairing, or one painfully specific scenario, I have no choice but to write about it. One little thought becomes an entire relationship, a complicated backstory, seventeen arguments, three jealousy scenes, and a fully developed cinematic universe before I even realize what happened.
This blog is mostly dedicated to WLW fanfiction, celebrity crushes, niche pairings, original characters, and the scenarios I cannot stop replaying in my head.
Please, please, please send requests. 🥹 The more specific, dramatic, strange, romantic, or unreasonably detailed, the better. You can send full ideas, tiny prompts, dialogue lines, alternate universes, songs, pictures, tropes, or just the name of a woman and a general feeling.
What I'm open to writing:
♡ friends to lovers
♡ rivals to lovers
♡ enemies to lovers
♡ celebrity x reader
♡ athlete x reader
♡ singer x singer
♡ secret relationships
♡ fake dating
♡ forbidden romance
♡ age gaps between consenting adults
♡ slow burns
♡ mutual pining
♡ obsessive yearning
♡ jealousy and possessiveness
♡ protective girlfriends
♡ bratty behavior
♡ praise
♡ teasing
♡ begging
♡ power dynamics
♡ soft dominance
♡ service-oriented dynamics
♡ overstimulation
♡ edging
♡ strap-on content
♡ toys
♡ mirrors
♡ marking
♡ biting
♡ lap sitting
♡ phone situations
♡ backstage encounters
♡ dressing-room encounters
♡ arguments that turn into confessions {I know I'm not the only one who yearns for a pride and prejudice moment}
♡ exes who never properly got over each other
♡ “we’re just friends” -NOT
♡ older women who think they know better
♡ younger women determined to prove them wrong
♡ women behaving terribly because they are in love
hopefully this should be of satisfaction to you? 👀
cold plunges
cw: pussy worship
a/n: sorry for how long everything is taking! im getting everything lined up for my surgery next month and it’s been a little stressful 😅
Her Majesty’s heavenly sighs and murmurs of praise were sinfully addictive, from the bitten lips of Anastasya’s mouth flowed a river of silken words. You were lost in the taste of her on your tongue, kisses of adoration pressing into her thighs as you ate out the Tsaritsa above you.
Your tongue rolls over her clit with precision and Anastasya swears she can see stars shining above her. Tonight was a special occasion, meetings that had been happening for months had finally been adjourned and the weight on her shoulders settled into the downy pillows of your bed.
There is a sharp gasp that falls from her lips when you bite her thigh, moaning into her cunt as you feel her cum hit your tongue, “Please, your Majesty. I need one more from you, just one more.”
a/n: i fell off sorry guys. I’ve been in the hospital for DAYS but I’m back. And yes.. vi is coming and Ellie AGAIN. and jinx.. maybe. I see it all.
You look pretty in red.
Caitlyn always made sure to get you the most expensive and gorgeous products on the market. From the newest perfume out to the red lace your body is snugged in.
Soft lace that did nothing to cover your tits that bulged from the enticing sharp pop of the violet-red bra. A soft mix of purple and red mixing together at the seams. Caitlyn knew what she was doing when she added the structure to her cart.
Unfortunately, you weren’t as confident as Caitlyn wanted you to be. And you were starting to frustrate her with your backhanded self compliments.
So she has you trapped between her tall frame and the much taller mirror in front of you. Caitlyn’s thin and nicely manicured fingers nuzzled deep into your cunt. Moving at a pace that has you squirming in her hold. Her free hand holding your face to keep your gaze on yourself in the mirror.
“Don’t move or I’ll tie your hands, okay?” Caitlyn’s accent sounds like a lullaby in your ear while her fingers curl. “You’re so beautiful, right? Say it.” And when you don’t, she stops. “m’so.. beautiful.. fuck, Cait.” Caitlyn smiles, wide. She’s got you. Her fingers continue.
You try to keep still, try to stand straight. But your legs feel weak. You can only groan into the air and hope your knees don’t buckle. Caitlyn sees it, of course she does. Your struggle makes her laugh. She takes a tiny step closer, pressing more into your back while her fingers adjusted.
Her fingers move faster, deeper. Just how you like it. Just how she likes it.
Your breaths grow deep, eyes closing, and head moving back. You squeezed around her fingers, feeling more than an orgasm that was approaching.
The sounds growing louder and wetter. Mixing with your moans, you were loud. Thank god Caitlyn lived in a mansion. Caitlyn’s hand left your face to trail down your throat and sternum to rest on your belly before she pushed. Using the tips of her fingers to dig into your lower stomach.
You couldn’t hold it. A sharper groan leaving your lips while Caitlyn’s two fingers fucked squirt out of you. Coating her fingers and the expensive pallet below in your body fluids.
Caitlyn had to bite back a moan of her own as she watched your body convulse with pleasure. A soft bite to her lip as she pulled her fingers from your wet hole.
“Atta girl.” But before you could answer her teasing tone, the sound of the door opening caught your tired attention.
“Oh shit.” Vi’s much louder voice cutting into the heat of the moment.
nsfw | fxf
your girlfriend licks whipped cream off your body
You and your girlfriend were supposed to be baking a simple cake, but the kitchen had quickly turned into something much more dangerous.
A smear of whipped cream was already on your cheek from when she “accidentally” flicked the spoon at you. You laughed and wiped it off, but the look in her eyes said she had other plans.
Before you could react, she backed you against the counter, grabbed the bowl of leftover whipped cream, and dipped two fingers into it. She slowly dragged them down the front of your shirt, leaving a sticky white trail between your breasts. “Oops,” she whispered with a wicked smile.
She tugged your shirt up and over your head, then unhooked your bra with ease. Cool whipped cream was swirled over your nipples, then lower — across your stomach, dipping into your navel. You shivered as she added more, painting messy lines over your warm skin. Then she dropped to her knees.
Her tongue dragged slowly over your stomach, licking up the sweet cream in long, soft strokes. She hummed happily as she cleaned every drop, then moved higher, wrapping her lips around one cream-covered nipple and sucking gently. “Mmm… you taste better than the cake,” she murmured against your skin.
She kept going — licking and sucking the whipped cream off your breasts, your ribs, your stomach — until you were panting and gripping the edge of the counter. When she finally reached lower and spread a little more cream just above your panties, you knew baking was officially over.
She looked up at you with cream still on her lips and grinned. "Do you want me to lick a little lower, hmm?"
