† 𐕣 .Summary: Gibson girl by Ethel Cain, that’s it.
† 𐕣 .A/n: i literally couldn’t be bothered to write any type of plot with this so let’s just pretend that reader just doesn’t realise (somehow) that she’s involved with someone like Titus, soz this I kind of absolute dog shit
† 𐕣 .warnings,18+ mdni: Sugerdaddy!titus implied, “casual” sex, immediate smut, age gap,manhandling , Dacryphilia, rough sex, hair pulling ,sadism implied, pet names, stalker!titus (obviously), manipulation, slight praise, p in v, creampie, slight degradation.
The silk sheets were already ruined beneath you, not that Titus cared, he never cared about things like that, expensive things, breakable things, things other people would panic over.
Money was air to him, endless and invisible, and if something tore, stained, or shattered, it was replaced before morning.. and sometimes you wondered if those circumstances went for people too.
Your cheek was pressed into the mattress, breath catching in broken little sobs every time his weight drove you deeper into the bed, the headboard knocked rhythmically against the wall which was loud enough that anyone outside the room would know exactly what was happening. Titus liked that, maybe a little too much.
One of his large hands was buried in your hair, fingers twisted just enough at the roots to keep your face turned sideways, while the other gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, “Look at you, so fucked out you can’t even think” Titus would grunt as his hand moved from its grip on your hip down to your lower back, forcing your spine into a deeper arch one that allowed him to get at a even deeper angle that left your pussy drooling around him- but the problem was you were thinking, about those photos you found just casually laying ontop his drawers like he didn’t care who saw them, ones of yourself in your house, in your car —
Ones of you sleeping. The thought of them sends a whole shiver through your body and Titus does not miss it, but he doesn’t slow his thrusts, if anything they get rougher as if he felt the shift through you immediately “something on your mind?” He delivers the question with another sharp thrust that has you spasming around him. “Tell me” he groans out - not a request or a question, but a command, never letting his pace slip not even for one second.
You swallow, your voice comes out broken and trembling with every harsh thrust “do you-“ “do I what , baby?” His hand slides from your hair to the back of your neck, holding you still. You hesitate, do you ask him why he has photos of you?, why everyone seems terrified of him?- your mind spins but then he hits that spot inside of you that makes your mind melt. A desperate whine comes out of you before you can stop it and Titus laughs cruelly, thumb swiping under your eye to catch a tear as he leans down to sigh against your neck “that pretty little head shouldn’t be full while I’m fucking you.”
The words should scare you, maybe they do in a way- but unfortunately your body betrays you , clenching around him so hard he hisses. “Good girl, such a good lamb” he coos against your ear, the praise makes you mewl embarrassingly loudly against the mattress - god what the hell is wrong with you?, you’re crying into the sheets, being fucked half senseless by a man who clearly has problems and most definitely gets off to photos of you in your sleep- Yet all you can think about is how good his voice sounds when he calls you that.
Titus leans over you, pressing you completely flat against the matress now, leaving you feeling completely trapped. “You don’t need to worry about anything” another hard thrust, “I take care of everything,” another , “everyone.” He grunts, nose brushing the edge of your jaw “you’re thinking too much sweet, let me do that for you from now on.”
That has the coil inside you snapping , you break with a cry, tears spilling freely now, body spasming, hips bucking- and he just fucks you through it. “That’s it,” he basically whimpers, almost lost himself in the feeling of you “keep cryin’ for me”. He sounds almost reverent , like your tears are something holy he needs to worship and maybe that should horrify you too, it does and yet- you still let him spill himself into you with a string of curses falling from his lips and when he pulls away and out he leaves you feeling full and warm and that’s all that matters right now .
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
baran had such a long day, work felt never-ending, but she willed herself through it only with the thought of having you in her arms soon.
she finally feels at ease once she slips under the covers next to you, pulling you closer by the waist and tucking your head under her chest. she lets out a content sigh. a few moments pass, but she can still feel you squirming and shifting around.
can’t sleep, baby? … ‘s okay. i know what you need. she says, voice low and raspy from being half asleep herself. she slowly pulls up the hem of her tank top till her pretty tits are spilling out. your eyes widen and she can see how eager you are, your mouth slightly parting and your breath coming out in cute little puffs.
her eyes stay fixed on the way your pretty pink tongue comes out to wet your lips. can i, mama? you ask sweetly. her hand comes to the back of your head, gently pushing you closer to her chest as she coos at you softly in response, of course, sweetheart. go ahead. gonna put you right to sleep, and make me feel so so good too. you wanna make me feel good, right?
with a small mmhm.. , your head dips and you latch onto one of her nipples. you feel it harden in your mouth as your tongue traces tight circles around it, flicking up and down. your hand gently squeezes at the soft flesh of her other tit. it sends a dull throb right between her legs, and she already feels her needy pussy soaking through her panties. she lets out low moans and soft pants, murmuring words of praise. juust like that, honey. god, you’re making mama feel so good, sweet girl. . . gonna reward you for this in the morning.
her hand stays in your hair and massages your scalp. this, coupled with the feeling of having her tits in your mouth, is more than enough to have you melting in her arms. your movements slow as you feel sleep approaching. her face relaxes when feels you sucking lazily, close to drowsing off. a fond smile makes its way to her face when she sees the peaceful expression on your face, your movements finally halting as you give into sleep. she uses her thumb to wipe off the drool at the corner of your mouth, popping it into her own mouth to taste you. she pulls her top back down, still keeping you held close to her chest. she presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. goodnight, sweetheart. sweet dreams. ‹𝟹
i don't know about you guys but i truly treat my favorite ficwriters/fanartists like celebrities so when one of them suddenly like/reblog some silly bullshit i posted i find myself giggling & twirling my hair cuz why are you suddenly acknowledging my existence like this stopp it's making me nervoussss 🫣🤗🫠‼️
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
josie after hours: Pope who, after coming home later than expected he lays overtop of your warm body to decompress.
doesn’t bother waking u, pretty girls need their beauty sleep. it’s something he did often, laying his full weight on your body, acting as a heated weighed blanket. you’re his safe space, you welcomed it, even in your unconscious state.
you’re absentmindedly twitching against his back, fingers light against his skin as your breath bounces against his ear (because he’s got himself cheek to cheek with you). he finds it better to fall asleep like this than any other way, he’s so comfortable with you, nothing can hurt him when he’s practically fusing himself with your body. it’s sweet.
it only becomes a problem when he starts humping you while asleep. and rather often, at that. it’s really just muscle memory..one would say. i mean your legs are spread over his body as he lays overtop of you, his pelvis pressed against yours, his bulge directly pressing against your cunt. it’s missionary, his mind cant tell the difference..one would say.
it’s not out of the ordinary for someone to have a wet dream, especially with the way he sleeps with all 280 of him pressing into you. you don’t get upset when you wake up with the sun hitting your face, your boyfriends sleepy whines and unsteady breathing in your ear and the heated sensation of him lazily fucking his bulge against your pussy (that’s accompanied by a wet spot, because he gets so worked up like this).
you just paw at him, trying your best to wake him up at least enough to move him off. “Andy..Andy wake up baby. turn over…” you’d mewl, and it wouldn’t take too much for him to wake up just a tiny bit to listen to you, rolling over and next to you.
poor pup wakes up so confused…wondering why he’s so spacey and why his boxers are sticky. ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Shawn on the set of Cry Wolf apparently this picture was taken yesterday lol . His ass was working while the rest of us was in shambles listening to him moaning yesterday 😭😭😭
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
robby answering the door to your apartment, only in sweatpants and nothing else, met with the sight of your elderly neighbor.
she most definitely had come over to complain about the pornographic noises echoing through the thin walls, but when her eyes met the culprit, her face went pale.
robby chuckles knowingly, "how can i help you, miss?"
"i-i- w-well..." she stutters, straightening her glasses on the bridge of her nose.
before she can continue, robby hears your sweet, chirpy voice as you enter the room.
"who is it, daddy?"
poor old mrs brown almost has a heart attack as you come into sight, clad in an ovesized dark blue zip up hoodie, and a pair of lacy black panties, and looking much too young for the man standing in front of her.
