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#she just wanted to be mommy
wlw-cryptid · 9 months
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I am once again thinking about having a big strong butch lay back in my lap to nurse after a long day
Telling them that I want to make Daddy feel better and pulling their hands to my chest, helping them pull my shirt away. They'd hum and humor me because not even whatever cool-headed calm exterior they put on will stop them from having their princess's heavy tits in their mouth, and I'd eagerly pull them closer. Once their mouth was full, I'd start start talking them through it. Telling them how good it feels in my soft, warm voice, telling them how much I love them. What a good daddy they are, what a good butch they are, how they take care of me like a good husband should. My body's here to take care of all their needs.
I'd go from holding their hand to rubbing their forearm to massaging over their hips, and their eyes would get heavy as they relaxed more and more into me. Sure I'd sigh and whimper and love how it felt, but my voice would begin taking on that other tone; the one that reaches into their mind and soothes all their thoughts down until they can only wait for what I tell them. Before they even realized it, they're preening at being called a good boy and I'm undoing their belt, slipping my hands under their pants and palming at their bulge. I coo about how hard they are, how sweet they are to me, asking them little things like "do I taste good, sweetheart? does that feel good?" just to make them nod and listen and obey more than anything else. When I stroke their cock through their nice black boxers, I want them to moan into my breast and whine out "more" and "please" until they can't take it anymore n remind me whose in charge
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razberrypuck · 3 months
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fucked up that dropping gillion off for his training was done as unceremoniously as it was btw. it wasn't some grand goodbye, they didn't do anything special that day for their little boy -- it was just gillion and his father. his sister, his mother, his grandfather, they weren't there. it was just gillion, his father, and a quiet, possibly several day long trip to the capital. it was just gillion and his father at the steps of the palace, just his father that saw the big smile on his face, heard the little boy's promises of telling them everything when he got home. no one had even bothered explaining what was going on to him. he had to figure it out on his own, when papa never came back.
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harbingersglory · 3 months
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hii could i req an soft dom arlecchino x sub/fem reader?? something w a really needy whiny reader n maybe like a mommy kink or thigh riding IDK tysm for ur time !
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{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader {☆} warnings 18+ content
"Slowly, doll. We're not in a rush." Arlecchino reprimands lightly, squeezing your hips with just enough force to keep you unmoving on her thigh– she was still being gentle, but the subtle warning in her tone spoke to how easily she could push you against the desk and turn you into such a mess that you couldn't even remember your own name..just that you were hers.
But the barest hint of stimulation from her slacks pressed against your throbbing cunt had you twitching, barely able to form words. All you could think about was the scorching, twisting need building in your stomach, desperation for relief slowly climbing until you'd think she was doing this on purpose to drive you mad.
"Please– 'm a good girl, right? I've been good.." You choked out, only to be met with the rough, husky laugh echoing in your ear that made you feel dizzy with a rush of need, her nails gliding along the skin of your hips as she pressed you down even more firmly– you couldn't see her face but it was easy to imagine the crooked smile twisting her lips at the way you inhaled sharply and tried to buck against her thigh.
"Shh. I know, doll. I've got you, just relax." She murmured in that sickly sweet tone that always had your knees buckling, the raspiness of her voice sending shivers down your spine. It was almost impossible to relax with her so close, the notes of metal lingering on her skin despite how well she presents herself– but you trusted her, despite how you know you shouldn't.
"There we go. Good girl." Arlecchino's grip on your hips loosened just enough for you to move if you so wished, and oh did it take every ounce of restraint to not do just that..she hadn't said you were allowed to, and you weren't about to spoil her good mood by being a brat. Not tonight, anyway. "Do you want to cum, doll?"
The fervent nod you offer in place of words draws a laugh from her lips, one that is almost mocking, making your face flush in embarrassment– but the sudden tap against your hip makes your mind go blank to the point you forget it all together, focused only on the feeling of her thigh rubbing against your cunt as you bucked against her thigh, the fabric slick and wet against your inner thighs. You'd have half the heart to be embarrassed about that, too, if not for the sudden brush of her thumb against your aching, neglected clit. Just that small touch has you speeding up your movements, practically drooling as you whimpered like a dog in heat.
"That's more like it, doll. Such a pretty girl." Arlecchino hummed, her other hand trailing up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and ghosting across your throat before settling on grabbing your jaw in a firm, yet almost tender touch as she tilted your head to the side just enough for her to pull you into a burning kiss. It left you lightheaded, grinding down against her thigh as she claimed your mouth as her own, her thumb still ghosting over your clit sporadically.
She'd spent so long teasing you, constantly touching you but never where you needed her, that you already felt like you were going to snap like a wire. She must've been in a really good mood, then, when she pulled away from the kiss with an almost predatory lick of her lips, yet she settled on pressing kisses to your skin rather then the usual sharp bite of her teeth as they sunk into the curve of your shoulder.
"Are you close? Go on. I want to see your face when you cum– you look the prettiest when you finally break apart, doll." Arlecchino mused idly– as if she wasn't talking to you while you continued to rub your aching cunt against her thigh, chasing your own release through shaky, strained breaths. Her thumb swiped over your lips, brushing strands of hair stuck to your skin from your face– at the same time as she swiped her thumb more firmly against your clit, creating a vicious contrast that had you both melting at the barest hint of almost softness from her and the touch of her hand between your legs, dragging you into an orgasm that leaves you trembling and, had she not shoved her fingers into your mouth, screaming, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.
"All done, little doll. Take it easy." She murmured, voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it, thumb swiping across your cheek to wipe away the stray tear, her hands pulling away to settle on your sides. "You did well– good girl. Let me take it from here."
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wasjustred · 1 year
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hi!! i absolutely love your work. i was wondering if you could possibly do something with thigh riding? i don’t see a lot of it and it’s one of my favorite things to read. basically the reader is very needy and larissa only lets them get off by riding her thigh. possibly mommy kink! ofc reader is 18+ and everything is consensual. if not, i will definitely enjoy everything else you put out. thank you!!
Self-Sufficient - NSFW Larissa Weems x f!Reader
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Summary: What the request says! Pairing(s): Larissa Weems x f!Reader Warnings: Smut! (Mommy kink x10, praise) Word Count: ~1k
Author’s Note: Anon, you said mommy kink and my brain ran with it. I hope this is what you were looking for! ♡ (un-beta-ed as per usual!) ╱ AO3
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“You’re just the sweetest baby, aren’t you? Do you want to be good for me? Hmm?” Larissa’s voice is soft and warm just like the feel of her, hands settled on either of your thighs, gaze drifting over you languidly. She knows you’re floating - dangling - in that perfect little space between euphoria and painful desperation———just where she likes to have you, pleased with the way you whimper every time she speaks to you, the way you rock aimlessly in search of just the right type of friction. You’re beautiful like this: undone, just for her.
“Y-yes, please, Mommy. I’ll be s-so good for you.”
You’ve been straddling her lap for nearly twenty minutes now, growing restless with your hands clasped behind your back, the only contact between you where your legs meet her own, clenching around nothing as your sex hovers over the gap where her thighs are pressed together. No friction. Hardly any heat. All while she whispers and coos and strokes your cheek with the back of her hand: You’re such a good girl; my pretty little baby; Mommy loves when you sit so nice like this. The exhilaration courses through you unabated, pleasant shivers hitting you like waves, quietly panting, quivering lip when she drags her fingernails over the flesh of your thighs.
“Hands here.” Larissa guides your hands out from behind your back to hold fast to the back of her chair, and you instinctively lurch at her meager touch, inhaling sharp and sweet. “I have some work I need to do now, darling–––can you take care of yourself for Mommy?” She shifts so that you’re straddling the vast expanse of one of her thighs now instead of two, pressed deliciously against your core. You nod vigorously, already close and desperate for any sort of relief she’ll grant you.
“Yes, Mommy.” She smiles soft and proud at your response, pressing a light kiss to your forehead before she walks the seat closer to her desk and reaches under your arms to begin typing away on her laptop.
“Go ahead, my love,” she encourages, flexing the muscle of her thigh against you.
You whimper airily, head ducked against her shoulder as your begin to roll your hips. The smell of her floods you as you burrow your nose into the divet where her neck begins: Floral and ripe, mingled with the faint scent of sweat. You lick a thick, steady stripe up Larissa’s neck and whine when she tuts, moving her head away.
“Ah-ah. You’ll distract me,” she says, gaze focused solely on the work ahead of her. You bite down into your cheek but acquiesce all the same, returning your forehead to her shoulder as you rock against her, reveling in the warmth that washes over you with the feeling of Larissa’s thigh on your clit. She hums appreciatively and subtly rocks with you to help you along, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Her fingers never hesitate over her keyboard.
You can feel your wetness dripping a path of slick heat along her leg while you search for traction. You press up on your tiptoes to change the angle of your pelvis – and when you find the perfect tilt you moan into her skin, relishing the pressure of her muscle against that little bundle of nerves between your legs. Your blouse pulls tight against the sensitive peaks of your nipples with a delightful strain, brushing so with each throw of your hips.
A commotion from the outer hall gives you pause: what sounds like a group of rowdy students passing through, which drives you to freeze in your ministrations until Larissa squeezes your waist and urges the movement of your hips again: “‘s alright, baby; door’s locked,” she murmurs. Her voice is husked over with desire as she noses your shoulder.
You nod at her direction and press on, rolling your sex against her more and more frantically as your orgasm builds. One of her hands drifts to the curve of your back and pulls you closer, deepening your arch until you’re practically chest-to-chest. She’s panting in tandem with you, huffing in short and shallow bursts as if it’s her getting herself off on you–––and it only makes you hotter, a deep flush running along the length of your body. There’s a line drawn straight from your cunt to the tip of your head and it grows tauter by the second.
“P-Please, ––  please, can I cum?” you whimper against her, pushing and pulling your hips faster as your muscles begin to tighten within you.
“Do you think you’ve earned it?” Larissa digs her nails into your ass as you move. Her breath runs hot over your neck as she speaks.
“Yes, yes please, I’ve been such a good girl.” Your whining draws a chuckle out of her and she leans back to press a kiss to your neck, nipping at you. You dip your head back in order to grant her more access, each lap of her tongue wresting desperate cries from the base of your throat. The heat of her, the closeness of Larissa, brings you ever closer.
“Cum for me, pretty girl.” You gasp sharply as the coil snaps within you, flooding your body as it tenses and releases in equal measure and pushes hard into Larissa’s front. You grip frantically at her shoulders and neck as she holds you with both arms wrapped tightly around you, laying out a series of sweet kisses against the curtain of hair that’s fallen over your face.
“That’s it, you’re so good for me.. That’s it,” the blonde coos as she gives you another squeeze. A buzzing warmth replaces the lightning at your core, runs through your veins as you come to slump against her, breathing hard. You trail your fingertips up from her thighs to the nape of her neck to help ground yourself, ruminating over her warmth, her lines and curves, her strikingly blonde hair tickling your cheeks. She takes such lovely care of you. 
“Thank you, Mommy,” you hum, limp in her arms. “I love you.”
Larissa holds you close, subtly swaying side to side as you recover, stroking the back of your head. 
 “I love you, too, darling girl.”
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ranbitteeth · 1 month
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thinking many thoughts abt mizu and mama,,,
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sofiaruelle · 9 months
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Thinkin about short haired college leche <3
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same i miss her. here’s something generic hahhaha
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iamatsoup · 5 months
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This is my wood elf ranger Tav, Elbereth (yeah, like Tolkein, come at me). I love her and her jacked arms.
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little-star-bun · 10 months
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⋆。‧˚ʚ 𝙈𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝘼𝙗𝙗𝙮 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝘽𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘿𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙚𝙭 ɞ˚‧。⋆
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ a/n: just some headcanons because i love abby so so much :((
warnings: 18+ lesbian fanfiction!! Men and Minors DNI!! spitting, slapping, degradation, overstimulation, orgasm denial, Abby being a meanie when she's horny, author needs to touch grass;
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✎ ;;
She calls you names and degrades you to no end.
"You fucking slut."
"So fucking disgusting, you know that?"
"Dirty girl, wanting me to ruin this pussy, hm?"
"Can't help it if you're a whore, can you?"
"Your pussy gets wet to this, huh baby?"
"Love when I fuck you like this?"
And you do love it :(( clenching around her fingers at every word, your arousal dripping out of you.
She mocks your whines, high pitched and dramatic, just to watch you get embarrassed and even more turned on by home humiliated you are. At first you were confused as to what Abby was telling you, only to realize that she was copying your moans, making them sound even more pornographic and loud as she continues to fuck you.
She slaps your ass and your thighs, leaving bright red prints. When you're not listening, when she's bored, when you've been too comfortable and she needs to remind you who you belong too. Hitting it from behind or eating you out just so she can easily slap you when she wants :)
She just loves to make you cry. Overstimulation, pain, humiliation. She doesn't care, as long as her baby gets so overwhelmed that big fat tears are rolling down your cheeks as you moan between cries.
She also loves to spit on your cunt and slap it, just to watch you twitch and try and squirm away. Her bruising grip on your hips prevents you from pulling away. Roughly shoving two fingers in, watching you choke out a moan before rolling your hips on her thick fingers.
Chokes you or holds your jaw. "Open your mouth, pretty girl." Just to spit in your mouth, watching you swallow it happily.
She denies you orgasm after orgasm. Watching you get desperate to cum makes her so happy, you're so dependent on her to get off. She'll prolong it for as long as she can until you get so worked up you cum from a few pumps of her cock, the creamy white ring forming around it as you whimper out apologies, body trembling as you finally get that release you needed.
But during aftercare she tells you you're the sweetest girl, how good you were, how much she loves you :(( she's the exact opposite of her animalistic self that comes out when she's all riled up.
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maybe one day I'll actually write a fic instead of just headcanons
like always, my requests and asks are open <33 (begging to have my inbox full)
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xxoomiii · 6 months
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just imagine chevalier's daughter bribing him with picture books because she knows her father loves books and she wants to have a little bit of his time
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quietwingsinthesky · 7 months
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we’ve all said it before but ill say it again, sam should have gotten lucifer pregnant and that should have been the jack origin. if she was jessifer at the time, even better <3
#lucifer mommy truthing again hi hii he needs this#it won’t fix him it will make him worse but it’ll be hot to see sam tormented by the pregnant devil#☺️ sam going to attack jessifer and she goes ‘don’t you care about our baby Sam? don’t you want to meet him?’#gets sam to touch her belly and talk to the baby and that’s when Jack does the whole ‘I’m The Perfect Paradise Baby Love Me 🥺🥺’ thing on sam#and now sam can’t kill her or their baby. he can’t. he loves jack too much. perhaps has also been hit with so many nephil happiness rays#that he looks up at lucifer and is like Oh. overwhelmed with sudden love for her. and his heads all mixed up. it’s like the vision where she#made him feel calm x1000 and. and. he loves her? he loves her doesn’t he? he gave her a baby and he loves her?#they’re going to raise their son together? and lucifer is so very pleased as sam presses his ear to her belly to hear jack’s heartbeat.#sam has quite literally been baby trapped. as in that baby set the trap and caught him in it before it was even sentient. mind control baby.#cue the rest of the pregnancy with lovestruck sam doing everything in his power to protect lucifer & jack#he’s like. fully aware he was scared of lucifer. that Lucifer is Bad this baby is Dangerous. but also. he loves them so much.#nothing else seems to matter when he loves them so much.#<3 I think Sam deserves to be mindfucked into being Lucifer’s little househusband for a bit.#oh. there are places this could go after Jack is born uhm uh. i uhm. that’s not the point I won’t say that.#the point is sam getting brainwashed to be happier and protective of pregnant!lucifer. and he IS happier. he’s just also high on good vibes.#😳 lucifer riding sam with his hand on her belly 😳😳😳😳#tw pregnancy#anyway. thoughts.#samifer#lucifer spn#Jess!lucifer#Jack kline#sam winchester
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googoogagaeyes · 9 months
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genuine question cause I can’t tell: are you against will being a hero? you seem to wanna push him into a GNC/feminine box, but in canon I see a will who knows how to use a gun and held it to the monster at 12. will isn’t a wimp. he’s a heroic wizard at heart. just because he went missing doesn’t mean he wants to be a damsel? he specifically said he doesn’t like being babied. I don’t think will should be forced to play the role society tells him he is. he can cut a bitch if it came down to it. just my two cents
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#anon i am not pushing will into some feminine box 📦#i am *pointing out* that because he doesn't fit 80s standards of masculinity (to these conservative smalltown dwellers) that he is deemed#more feminine hence stereotyped as gay#just because will is gnc doesn't make him incapable of being a hero...that is you putting words in my mouth and patently untrue#if you want to understand how will can be a hero navigate to my pinned post and read my will + vecna post#just because will knows how to use a gun doesn't mean he likes to#will is capable; he loaded that gun--hands shaking--and aimed it but ultimately didn't pull the trigger#what does that tell you?#will's in a shootout in S4 and he's not calm; he's panicking and screaming the entire time. he's not your average action hero#mike and jonathan...they are calm (which is alarming in another way)#will is the underestimated dude; he's the hero that no one sees coming#i have an issue with this notion that will needs to 'cut a bitch' in order to save the day#there are a lot of people 'cutting bitches' on this show#but wow look at that! violence never seems to solve the problem (long-term)#in fact it ultimately creates more problems...have u noticed that the show highlights that the cycle of violence and terror is never-ending#that the victims (billy and henry) ultimately become the perpetrators#there's a reason why el was able to send vecna to superhell at the tender age of 9/10/11#it's not because she motivated herself with hate against the most hateful bitch in town#it's because she motivated herself with unconditional true love (thinking of mommy dearest)#what has the show shown about will? that one of the most beautiful things about him is his heart (his capacity for love and compassion)#yeah it seems like will is going to break that cycle with love not hate#and none of the people on this show kill their abusers; their abusers die by their own hands--'you reap what you sow'#i think you need to examine the show again--the show is not impressing the fact will should change his compassion#his gentleness his thoughtful nature--quite the opposite#will needs to realize that his 'sensitive nature' which was pointed out as being a flaw is actually a *superpower*#the fact you believe me wanting him to retain this nature is an issue signals that you too think that way--decolonize your mind#anon will has always been capable of being a hero he ain't need a gun for that. he needs to realize it first and that's S5#you are the one calling him a wimp bruh. i have never said that. will is already brave--without shooting a gun or killing people#i also never said will wants to be a damsel. my point was that he fits the archetype of the damsel in distress...#hello it's me
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I need Kevin to be transfemme because I need thee Kevin Day to grow up to look exactly like Kayleigh
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londyboobs · 5 months
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no more making excuses for cate i am now ready to fully embrace her villain potential
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bumblingbabooshka · 3 months
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On the topic of Harry and Kes being proteges to Janeway and Tuvok respectively - both of them developing mommy/daddy issues despite having perfectly normal and healthy relationships with their parents.
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oksanaevesworld · 3 days
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do i even have to say it
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lab-gr0wn-lambs · 5 months
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A brief review of The Walking Dead
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