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I wrote 800 words, I deserve a treat

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Kinktober day 14 - possessive sex
âIâll be right back, okay? I just have to take this callâ I nod while looking right back at her, seeing her off as I take another sip of the drink sheâs ordered me. Itâs not too late on this friday night, people have just started entering this otherwise half-empty bar. I stifle a yawn as I pull up my phone, quickly checking my messages while sheâs gone. As I do, my screen gets partially covered by a shadow as someone looms over me. I look up and am met with a smile from what can only be describes as a masterpiece of a woman. âYou tired?â she asks me jokingly, nodding to my hand covering my mouth when I look back at her confused. âOh, sorryâ I nervously blurt out, scrambling to put my phone away. âItâs been a long work week and Iâve had a lot of packing to do and-â âPacking huh? You new in town? I swear I would remember if Iâd seen you around, the way you lookâ. Her replies are quick, a confident grin blessing her lips with everyone single word. âNot exactly new no, uhm but I am moving yes-â âCan I get you a drink? When youâre done with that one. Iâd like to.â I shouldnât be surprised by her bluntness considering our conversation thus far. Alas, I still get a surge of butterflies in my stomach from getting this amount of attention from someone I find attractive. âI donât think so, as I said I am moving in-â âWith me.â My partner giver her reply just as quickly as she gets her hands up on my shoulders, standing behind me. She squeezes me gently to let me know sheâs heard the womanâs offer, and then keeps talking. âSo I think she can do without a drink. You have a pleasant night!â âRight. You too, bothâ, the woman smiles back at us both before ordering a beer and leaving us. I let out a sigh of relief as I grab my drink to calm down, feeling both excited and a bit embarrassed. My partner sits down in front of me, quickly finishing her drink and looking at me intently. âPlease finish yours too. I want to get out of here.â
We get home and I hang my keys as I struggle out of my shoes. I only get one off before I feel her hands on my shoulders once again for a moment before she presses me against our door. âYou looked hot tonight, I know that. I also know that others agreed. Yes?â Somehow the question doesnât fully feel like one, but I nod anyway. âRight. And so I just want us both to remember who you belong to. Understand?â I nod again, swallowing dryly in anticipation for her next move. Thankfully I donât have to think much of this as her lips mine only moments after, sloppily making out with me out of seemingly both anger, jealousy and desire. She keeps her hands over my body, moving them all over me before deciding on my hips, using this position to guide me toward our bedroom. We tumble down on the bed together, both struggling to keep kissing each other as weâre trying to get out of our outfits for the evening. I try to take command, flipping us so I am on top of her instead of the opposite, but sheâs stronger than me and stops my efforts in the tracks. Instead, she grips my wrists with one hand while kissing my neck, pinning my arms above my head as she leaves deep, purple and blue marks all the way down to my chest. They will be impossible to cover fully, but my assumption is thatâs exactly what she wants. She lowers her torso over me, turning her attention to my breasts before slipping her other hand down to my pussy. Her fingers enter my folds, stroking up and down my wetness before slowly letting herself enter me. Slow, careful movements evolve into faster ones as I let deep moans slip out of my lips. âI-fuck-I, I am getting closeâ I whine as she looks up at me. âYeah? And what do you have to say before coming, hm?â I whine even louder, frantically searching my brain for a good answer. âPlease?â I say underneath a moan, no ounce of kindness or spare as she keeps drilling her fingers into my cunt. âTry againâ she answers, lowering her lips unto my nipple. âPlease, uh, daddy?â I wriggle in her embrace, getting more desperate by the minute. âNo. Tell me whose you are.â âGodda- fuck, jesus babe. I am yoursâ I focus on my breathing while she doesnât stop. I hear a low laugh coming from her, and look her way to see her grinning at me. âDamn, attitude. Again. Tell me.â I look into her eyes, keeping still under her touch, preparing for what is bound to be a huge orgasm as soon as she accepts it. âI am yoursâ. As the final words come out of my mouth, her fingers press deeper into me, hitting a sweet spot and spilling me over the edge. Thereâs no curse word or obscenity that doesnât leave my mouth, and I keep hearing her laugh - this time with a feeling of being very, very content.
Persephone pulling a fairy godmother on Nico and confusing the shit out of him
The Game
18+ ONLY - NSFW
Afab!Reader x Embo, Afab!Reader x Bossk, Afab!Reader x Cad (Not gendered) Tags: Primal play (hunting), voyeurism/exhibitionism, unprotected sex, alien biology, cum eating, PiV sex, anal sex
Summary: Hunting makes a lizard's brain go brrrrrr. (Or, in other words, three hunters hunt you down. Their prize? You)
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cad Bane/Reader Characters: Cad Bane, Female Reader - Character Additional Tags: Public Blow Jobs, Bathroom Sex, Cad is greedy, Degradation ??, Orgasm Delay/Denial Series: Part 1 of Fucking the Hunters Summary:
âIf you want me to wear nice clothes, maybe you should start paying for them.â âI ainât yer sugar daddy, doll.â He frowned as he set the glass down on the table. âThen donât complain about my clothes. I only have so many after youâve ripped them off.â You leaned back, watching as he mirrored your action; he crossed his arms over his chest, giving off an air of casual superiority. âYer mouthy today.â Cad noted with a small growl. You went silent at this, and in return, his lips stretched into a smirk. He thought for a moment, before scooting over toward the wall and gesturing to you again with his chin. âWhy donât we put dat mouth of yers tâ better use?â

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Why do I write?
I write because I have something to say
I write to remember, because words on a page last longer than words in my brain
I write to organize my thoughts, to strengthen my argument, to make things make sense
I write to vent
I write to change what happened, to interject into the situation and tell them how I wouldâve done itÂ
I write to work out personal conflict through a narrative
I write to figure out whatâs wrong with me and how to fix (/cope with) it
I write to show other people why I love what I love
I write to see
I write to feel
I write to make others feel, to laugh, to cry, and to make them love my work as much as I do
I write to lay the groundwork, to put something down before I create something out of nothing
I write to express how deeply I love, or to worry that I donât love deeply enough
Why do you write?
Don't know why I'm writing this here but I guess i need to vent a little. Haven't been able to write much lately because I'm simply exhausted. I'm exhausted from my job (that I've been in for two months). I hate how I get treated there and nothing I do seems to be right. And it's not even worth the pay. But I've been getting some experience I need to eventually try to work at a hospital (which you know, now a days you need a million years of experience for anything). My boss even called out my personality saying I have to stop being introverted... which like, what??? It does not affect my job at all (well apparently It somehow does). Also I'm just trying to move out and save enough money so I just wish I had a job that I liked because I don't want to switch jobs in the middle of me trying to move out. But I have to. This job has had me so stressed out and tired, and apparently I'm not working hard enough. So needless to say it has been slipping me a bit into depression again and I don't want to get too far in it so I'm going to have to quit. I can't let these people destroy me. I've found out how fake people can be as well so it's just not worth it. That plus so many other things in life have just got me so down, so I guess if you guys would please send positive vibes :)
Also no this isn't the whole story but it would be way too long to write haha.
I'll try to write more soon
Xoxox
Iri
Sept 1
Kinktober day 17 - messy sex
Getting dolled up just to have it completely ruined. Covering my eyelashes in dark mascara for the dramatic effect it gives when she has to dry tears from my eyes after using my throat and mouth for herself. The long stripes of black covering my cheeks, dark red lipstick smeared across half of my lower face. Somehow my mouth feels dry despite all the excess saliva thatâs been produced from her ramming my throat with her strap. My tits and upper chest has streaks of my spit on it, reminding me of the mess I was before her seconds ago.