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drcranessweetestdoe · 3 months

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Hiii😻

I’ve got an idea as well: Older husband Cillian showing his young wife how to please him properly xx

Hii, thank you for the request!<3 I am always a sucker for some older husband Cillian:)

Hands on mine

warning: age gap, first time bj, oral (m), dirty and sweet talk, nothing too filthy:)

pairing: older husband!Cillian x younger wife!Reader

summary: Cillian teaches his little wife how to please him

The marriage between them caused a bit of a stir within the crowd, the big age gap was there, but who cares as long as you are utterly in love? Their chemistry was undeniable and the sex was amazing.

But as she was soaking in her bath, she couldn’t stop thinking about one thing. Cillian was always down to keep with his younger wife’s big appetite, doing his best to please her and fuck her until both of their bodies were spent. However, he never asked for her to please him back. It’s not like she didn’t want to, she did, but she was so scared of hurting him in some way. It soothed her that he was perfectly satisfied with her pussy, but sometimes she wished that he would just grab her head and shove his cock down her throat.

Cillian was her first in everything, which meant that she never sucked cock before. She jerked him off for half minutes just before he was about to penetrate her, but nothing more.

As she thought more about it, the more she felt her mouth salivating at the thought of pleasing him. She got out of her bath, dried herself and put on a lacy tank top and cotton panties. She knew that Cill would be in the living room, reading a book on his beloved armchair.

And of course, there he was. In sweatpants and a thin shirt, his reading glasses sat on top of his nose and his face was one of concentration. God, he looked so good.

While he was lost in his book, he suddenly noticed a pair of feet padding into his peripheral vision, before he knew it, his sweet little wife was making herself comfortable on his lap, demanding his complete attention without any words. With his book now put aside on the side table, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

“Hello there, sweetheart.” He whispered into her ear. He was so smitten with her, he could smell the sweet vanilla scent of her bodywash and his hands caressed her skin that was barely covered. His brows furrowed when he noticed the slight pout on her lips. “What’s wrong?”

She moved to straddle him and moved her face close to his, she looked deeply into his baby blues and said. “I want you to teach me.”

Her closeness made his body warm up. “Teach you what, darling?” He whispered, her cotton clad pussy was sitting right on top of his hardening cock, he could even feel her warm heat.

“I want to please you, suck your cock.” She murmured shyly, which made him chuckle and caress her hair lovingly.

“Oh, my little doe, you had me worried there. But, you just want to be good for daddy, eh?” She just nodded eagerly.

“I-I want to learn how to make you feel good, because you always make me feel so good with your mouth, daddy. I want to do the same thing.” Her hand wandered down to his crotch and started palming him through the thin fabric. He hissed at the sudden contact, her clever little hands felt so good on him.

Before she could take him out, his hands grabbed her face. “Are you sure, little doe? I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this.”

She just giggled and kissed him. “I’m sure, daddy.”

“Well, then… On your knees.” He said to her in a deeper voice, the voice when she knew not to disobey him or she would be punished. In contrast to his voice, he planted a kiss on her temple, just so she knew that they could stop anytime.

She dropped to her knees and started to pull his pants down, along with his underwear. Cillian was petting her while she was doing it. “Very good, take me out, my pet.”

His demanding voice made her feel more excited to be finally doing it. When his nearly fully hard dick sprang up in her face and against his stomach, she grabbed it with her delicate hand and started jerking him off slowly. He grunted at the contact, never taking his eyes off of her. “Spit in your palm, it’s going to be better for me and easier for you.” She did as he told her and it actually was better, her hand now gilded easily up and down his member. “You can do it more tightly—“ he put his hands on hers, guiding her. “—just like that. Hands on mine, let’s go a bit faster, hm?” He put his hand back on her head when she had the perfect grip on him.

“Just stay calm and do what feels natural for you.” He sensed her nervousness.

“I-I don’t really know what to do, daddy…” She looked up at him sadly from her kneeling position and he felt his heart melting.

“Okay, so… Start with little kisses, and an occasional little licks here and there.” His voice was laced with pleasure, especially when she planted a kiss on his tip. “Oh, fuck—right there, doe, that is where it feels good for me the most.” She kept on kissing and licking at his tip, tasting the precum that was beading from his slit. His tip was smooth and warm, she enjoyed having it in her mouth. She suddenly had an idea, she ran her wet tongue from his base to his tip, when she got up to the top, she took his pulsing tip into her mouth and sucked on it. “OH—- You’re doing so good… So, so very good for daddy. Keep on sucking.” His hand tangled itself into her silky soft hair. After a few minutes, she let him slip into her mouth a bit more, with hollowing her cheeks she started to bobbing her head up and down on his cock. Her lips smiled around him when she heard his moaning and his fingers tightening in her hair, it felt so rewarding.

She still didn’t relax completely, she was constantly careful not to scrape his sensitive skin with her teeth and she was doing very well.

Feeling his palm pushing her even more down, she was trying to fight the urge to gag. She took a deep sigh and relaxed her throat, letting his big cock slip into her throat. “My god, doe, you are doing amazing! You are pleasing daddy so much!”

She deepthroated him a few times before he pulled her head off of him by her hair. He chuckled darkly when he heard her whining. “Hush, sweetheart. I’m going to show you another thing you can do to make daddy feel good.” Now she was listening with big eyes. “Touch me lower, touch my balls. Lick them, fondle them or suck them.” She lowered her hair to kiss all around his testicles. She gently palmed them and started to kiss them, occasionally letting her tongue dart out for a taste.

When his moans faltered and she got bored, her slightly swollen lips wrapped around his dick again. She let his hand dictate the pace, he was rough and gentle at the same time, something only her husband was capable of doing.

“Just a bit more, my little love.” He urged, barely being able to talk, the feeling of her warm and wet mouth all around him was swallowing him up. He didn’t let her break eye contact, he needed to see his pretty little wife to be able to cum.

He warned her before he came, giving her time to pull off, even if he wanted nothing more than to paint her mouth with his seed and have himself deep in her tummy. To his surprise, she kept on sucking on him and using her hands at the same time. Of course she would swallow, she was his good little girl who was always hungry for his load.

“I’m there! I’m coming, my darling— OHH YES!” She felt her mouth fill with his thick and warm load. She gulped it down eagerly, enjoying the feeling of her belly filling up with him. She pulled off when his meaty thighs twitched from sensitivity, then she gave him one last peck and tucked him back into his pants.

He smiled when she wiped the remaining cum off the corners of her mouth with her fingers, only to lick them clean.

He reached down and put her back in his lap, kissing her all around her face at which she giggled at. He saw that he tired her out, so he gently cooed to her.

“My good little wife, always so good to me. You did so well, the best blowie I ever got. Thank you, my darling.”

She nuzzled her face into his neck, smiling softly and enjoying his gentle caressing.

“Rest now, sweetheart. You deserve it.”

When he felt her nearly falling asleep, he kissed her hair again before picking his book up. His little wife asleep in his lap, with her tummy full of his seed, he smiled knowing that she was his.

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missmugiwara · 6 days

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miss mugi my beloved <3 gimme the directors commentary on the gojo christmas fic (i reread it regularly when im feral for him)

Cille, my dear! 💜 I am so glad that you love the Gojo Christmas fic, and I thank you for that! I think you're my biggest fan for that one 😂 I'm really happy it makes you so happy 🥰🥰🥰

Read it here.

DIRECTOR'S CUT:

The main thing was that I wanted to try comedy in writing!

I also love making Gojo SOOOO insufferable! I adore making him drive the reader wild in more ways than one 😉 I also like to drive the readers wild 😜 It's such a blast to write for him. There's just something so human about him that I love to write for - so I want to try and place him in as many crazy situations as I can. I thought he'd be perfect for shenanigans. Throw in a little romance, and then I'm happy because I also need to indulge myself!

The first Gojo fic I wrote was my baby, and I was so proud of it that I wanted to write another one. This idea literally popped into my head out of nowhere after I was complaining I couldn't think of something to write. And then I thought: what if I made the reader's family adore him so much that the reader is miserable? I thought it would be funny!

That's literally it! I thought I had a good idea, and I needed to write it down!

Thank you so much for asking! ILY

#ahoy on mugi's ship #mugi moots #this is about my xmas fic for gojo called 'you said to go all out'

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annonymannonym · 3 years

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“The moon pours a stream of glitter / Into the depths of my soul.” - ‘Nocturne’ by Robert Bly ☾ ☼

Happy birthday sweet cille <3 @birthdaysentiment

#from me to you the ~ moon boy ~#so this is the little present I had for you cille hihi <333 and I hope you like it as much as I do #bcoz it was made with love for someone special <33 #ilysm<3333 #had to draw dreamy sander as well after the one woth robbe bcoz I was to much in love and now I’m even more with both together like <33 #the sun and the moon #happy birthday cille <3 I hope you had the most beautiful day with lots of love <3 #and happy 21:21 on fine holy Wednesday to you my beloved <33 #mine:#my drawing #wtfock #sander driesen #digital art #moon #alice loves cille✨

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allforyoumylovely · 2 years

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emma... my beloved <333 the way I couldn't stop smiling when I saw you were back with a new one shot... with that word count, I mean how can it not make you smile like an idiot. I read it a few days ago and wanted to comment on it, but I didn't know what to say because theres so much to say! I hope you know how much I absolutely adore your writing and the way you portray robbe and sander. nobody does it like you, you write them so true, with so much love and everything I read from you is considered canon for me, because it's just the power of your words. love how the whole fic was lots of small fics/drabbles collected in one, and it didn't disappoint at all, everyone was so cute and sweet and when I'd finished reading it all, I just couldn't stop smiling, but I also felt kinda emotional... because its sobbe in your writing and you always makes me feel so much with whatever you bless us with! thank you for always blessing us with your creative mind and for keeping sobbe alive through your words. you're such a gift to this fandom! sender masser af kys og kram til dig! <333

"everything I read from you is considered canon for me" oh cille 🥺🧡 i'm so glad to hear i help keep them alive and safe for you, that means so much to me, and i'll continue to treat them with care and respect <3 thank you for always being the loveliest! jeg håber du får den dejligste jul. kys og kram og snefnug til dig fra mig 💕❄️

#cille 💗

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alwaysbringabookwithyou · 6 years

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Hi Grace! I saw on your mid-year reading recap post that you were disappointed in Lincoln in the Bardo and Sing, Unburied, Sing. I just finished Lincoln and really enjoyed it, and I love anything Jesmyn Ward writes, so was just wondering what about them you didn't like? Just curious! And sorry if you've reviewed them, I did have a look but couldn't find anything!

Hi @the-owleryreader,

This is a really interesting question so apologies for not answering straight away. I think that both these books suffered from the affliction of being lauded as brilliant and innovative by the book community at large. Overhype can be a massive problem for me when reading books as I often feel a keen sense of disappointment when a book doesn’t live up to the expectations that have been set for it.

Of Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders I have this to say: it's quite a good read and I can see that it is 'experimental' in its form I guess, although for me it is a long way from innovative. It actually reminded me a lot of an Irish book Cré na Cille (Churchyard Clay). In that book '[a]ll of the characters are dead. They are not ghosts or spirits but rather chattering, coffin-bound corpses, buried in a graveyard on Ireland’s west coast during the Second World War. They have left behind a world of rural hardship—a place where poor, Irish-speaking farmers eke out a living selling seaweed and periwinkles and coaxing potatoes out of rocky soil—only to find the bitter squabbles and petty pretensions of their villages continuing unabated in the ground. The book has no plot to speak of and unfolds entirely through dialogue. Dozens of voices make themselves known through a circuitous invocation of grievances and gossip.'Anyone who has read this book will see the similarity instantaneously. I guess they are both coming from the school of thought begun by James Joyce but as a result of this similarity I couldn't really see Saunders's book as innovative- and when you subtract the innovation of this piece what is left is pretty average. It's funny and sad by turns, but it made me neither laugh nor cry. The writing is certainly beautiful at points but not particularly outstanding. After reading I was quite surprised to find out that it's up for a Gold Man Booker!

Of Sing, Unburied, Sing by Jesmyn Ward I have this to say: I had been looking forward to reading this book for a long time since I had heard so many great things about it on the book circuit. However, I was unfortunately pretty underwhelmed. The writing was okay and I think it was especially strong on creating the feeling of claustrophobia in the small isolated community/prison/car but it wasn't ground-breaking for me. As someone who has read all of Toni Morrison's work I was hoping this would be a work of inheritance or legacy, but in the end it actually ended up feeling pretty derivative of Beloved and Home, right down to the magical realism and classical resonances. The characters had the potential to be more dynamic I feel, ironically the ghost of Ritchie was much more fleshed out for me than the other characters. But yes, I think this was a good read but it was as brilliant as I had been led to believe and unfortunately the elements of magical realism and the plot lines just felt to me like they had been done before (and done better in my honest opinion).I would however still quite like to read another book by Jesmyn Ward and I'll be keeping an eye on her for new works as she seems incredibly promising and could be a literary force to be reckoned with once she has the confidence to step outside her influences. This is obviously just my opinion shaped by my past reading!

I did give both books 3*s but as I expected them to be outstanding they were very disappointing!

I hope that answers your question- but basically when you read a lot it can be hard not to be critical of books being derivative or unoriginal!

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twiststreet · 7 years

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In September 2016, MTV News published a story by writer Hazel Cills titled “Kings of Leon Waste Their Moment.” The post was a short review of the band’s new single, “Waste a Moment,” which argued that Kings of Leon had failed to cash in on the promise they showed on earlier albums. “Their sound today is no longer just middle of the road,” Cills wrote. “It’s almost aggressively anonymous.” She concluded by stating that the song “plays like an imprint of the last five years of music—neither a return to Kings of Leon’s svelte roots nor a reinvention worth investing in.” It was a fairly gentle critique of a band who, pretty much anyone would agree, is no longer putting out its best music. Still, the article became an immediate source of trouble for MTV and it was quietly deleted after the band raised concerns with executives at the network.

Fun detail from Spin reporting on the collapse of MTV’s (kinda crappy) attempt to be Grantland: Kings of Leon are huge pussies. That was always the story I heard in comics, too, that there were dudes who if you only gave them 3 out of 4 stars, they’d be making angry phone calls. People mostly left me alone because I have that whole toxic cloud of crazy around me thing, plus I never wrote for the kind of audience or sites anybody would bother to muscle.

But I just like stories like this so much anyways. “We’re rock and roll stars-- I’m about to wreck a hotel room but first boo hoo someone wrote something somewhere about us. On the internet. Rock and roll will never die!” Comics, it’s even funnier to contemplate anyone pathetic enough to be any kind of diva-- critic could tell people that a comic was just 19 pages of graphic photos of their parents learning about dildos, but if that 20th page has a Spi-derman on it, they’re still going to buy the fucking thing-- it’s not like anything matters to anyone. Writing about a comic that’s going to be exposed to oxygen for 30 days is the most futile thing ever (which I think is part of the magic of doing it)-- imagine being the person picking up that phone anyways. “My comic is only going to be near air for 30 days until it’s wrapped in plastic like Laura Palmer-- but three stars will not do!”

MTV was a big deal in the 80′s. So were lots of dead people. There used to be Circuit City stores. But then there weren’t. World kept turning. Seems pretty weird they’re keeping that whole MTV schtick going-- is that even a brand the tweens care about still? I thought all they cared about were Dutch people who play videogames online who turn out to be racists. And rock and roll died like at least 10 years ago, right??

This bit’s the good bit of the article, though:

Both Fierman and Hopper also came to MTV from places where prestige journalism projects were unable to be sustained—Fierman at Grantland, which was beloved and had readership in the millions, but was deemed no longer useful to ESPN once it jettisoned Bill Simmons; Hopper at Pitchfork, where she helmed the bulk of the issues of the Pitchfork Review, its boutique print magazine that stopped publishing soon after she left. In the context of MTV, too, this MTV News experiment met a routine and familiar death.

“There’s this cycle that happens, that I was a part of. Someone gets the idea that they want editorial, and then a couple editors who all know the other editors are like ‘Come here, the faucet is on’,” Suarez said of the state of the industry. “And everyone runs to that faucet and it attracts the attention of higher-ups who realize there’s too much money coming out and shut it down. Then somebody you bring to your faucet gets their own faucet, and so you run over there.”

#Worst Hobby or Worstest Hobby?

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allforyoumylovely · 3 years

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emma… my beloved. i’m so sorry to hear that you’re feeling so bad. uni stuck and is the worst, but i’m sure everything is gonna be alright. changes are always hard, new beginnings are too but with time everything is gonna be okay, i know that. so reading your post, i immediately yeeted to your inbox to try and make you feel better because you’re always making me feel better with your fics and drabbles, but enough with the sappiness hehehe. i haven’t been doing much this weekend, but i’ve been checking my email countless times during the past couple of days because i recently handed in a couple of disposable cameras that i’ve had with me on my vacations this summer, and i ordered them in a way that i would get them both digital and printed out. so i’m not so patiently waiting for them to come so i can see how they turned out. other than that i haven’t done much (exciting i know). im looking really forward to reading the potter!sander fic, idk if you’ve read it already, but knowing tasfia it can only be amazing! anyway… idk if this was any help or not. but i hope you’re okay and my inbox is always open! sender dig en masse knus og kram! 💛💛✨✨

Thank you, Cille 😭💕 I hope so.

A weekend of not doing much is a weekend well spent if you ask me <3 I repotted some plants and went grocery shopping and that's about it. OH and I read the potter!sander fic too and it was incredible so you really have something to look forward to.

I hope your photos turn out great and that you've had an amazing summer. This helped <3 Sender kys og kærlighed tilbage til dig!

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alwaysbringabookwithyou · 6 years

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Book: Lincoln in the Bardo

Author: George Saunders

Rating: 3*

The extraordinary first novel by the bestselling, Folio Prize-winning, National Book Award-shortlisted George Saunders, about Abraham Lincoln and the death of his eleven year old son, Willie, at the dawn of the Civil War February 1862. The American Civil War rages while President Lincoln’s beloved eleven-year-old son lies gravely ill. In a matter of days, Willie dies and is laid to rest in a Georgetown cemetery. Newspapers report that a grief-stricken Lincoln returns to the crypt several times alone to hold his boy’s body. From this seed of historical truth, George Saunders spins an unforgettable story of familial love and loss that breaks free of realism, entering a thrilling, supernatural domain both hilarious and terrifying. Willie Lincoln finds himself trapped in a strange purgatory – called, in Tibetan tradition, the bardo – invisible to his father, bowed at the tomb. Within this transitional realm, where ghosts mingle, squabble, gripe and commiserate, and stony tendrils creep towards the boy, a monumental struggle erupts over young Willie’s soul.

I was pretty excited when I saw my local library had gotten this book in stock- particularly since it has now been nominated for a Golden Man Booker prize. I'd heard so much about how good it was, particularly from people whose opinions I respect on the topic of book recommendations and literature, so I was hyped going into it.

To be honest it's quite a good read, I can see that it is 'experimental' in its form I guess, although for me it is a long way from innovative.

It actually reminded me a lot of an Irish book Cré na Cille (Churchyard Clay). In that book '[a]ll of the characters are dead. They are not ghosts or spirits but rather chattering, coffin-bound corpses, buried in a graveyard on Ireland’s west coast during the Second World War. They have left behind a world of rural hardship—a place where poor, Irish-speaking farmers eke out a living selling seaweed and periwinkles and coaxing potatoes out of rocky soil—only to find the bitter squabbles and petty pretensions of their villages continuing unabated in the ground. The book has no plot to speak of and unfolds entirely through dialogue. Dozens of voices make themselves known through a circuitous invocation of grievances and gossip.' Anyone who has read this book will see the similarity instantaneously.

I guess they are both coming from the school of thought begun by James Joyce but as a result of this similarity I couldn't really see Saunders's book as innovative- and when you subtract the innovation of this piece what is left is pretty average. It's funny and sad by turns, but it made me neither laugh nor cry. The writing is certainly beautiful at points but not particularly outstanding. After reading I'm surprised that it won the Gold Man Booker!

Read more about Cré na Cille here:https://www.newyorker.com/books/page-...

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