Weed smoking, high sex on the porch
The sound of the door opening draws your from your pleasant, blissed-out state of mind, pulling you back to reality. “You okay out here honey?” It’s your husband, Jotaro, checking on you. He steps out, closing the door behind him and resting his hands against the back of your chair, looking down at you. “I’m alright baby, you going to bed,” you question, looking up at him, blowing a billow of smoke into his face. “Hm not yet, that’s not a cigarette is it?” You giggle at his question. “Course not, I’m not a chimney like you. You want some, old man?” “Mh, I think I’ll leave the Pot to the young.” “Come on you’re not that old, Joots.” “‘M twenty years older than you.” “So,” you question, lifting the joint up to him. “You want some baby? You ever smoked pot?” “Can’t say I have.” “Mh, can’t or won’t? Will you at least sit with me baby, It’s cold.” He hums and picks you up, taking your spot in the chair and sitting you in his lap. You crane your neck and capture his lips in a warm kiss, making you let out a satisfied groan against him.
So he was a horny smoker. Good to know. His teeth sink into the flesh of your throat before soothing it with the warmth of his tongue. “You’re so pretty, you know that? My pretty little wife, love you so much,” he murmurs, burying his face in your tits and humming. Lovey too. Every roll of his hips pushed his erection into your clothed crotch. You pull his face from your tits and bring him to look at you. “You horny Joots?” He lets out a strangled “Yes,” and slips his hands under your shirt, running his fingers along the flesh of your stomach. You pull your shirt over your head and toss it to the side, leaning in for more kisses, which Jotaro happily obliges you with. Your hands slide between the two of you, undoing his belts and pants, slipping under them and caressing his cock through his boxers. He groans and bucks his hips into your hand, silently begging you to keep going. His fingers trace gently over you through your shorts, pushing them to the side and stroking your clit at a languid pace. You moan into his mouth, rolling your hips into his hand greedily as you pull him out of his boxers. “How do you want me baby,” you question, stroking his hair from his face. “I wanna hold you,” he whispers, stroking your cheek with his free hand. “I wanna be as close as possible.”It’s strange seeing him like this, his teal eyes rimmed with red, his jaw slack, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, needy little sounds spilling past his lips. He’s beautiful, but in a different way than he usually is. He’s vulnerable like this, asking for what he wants instead of waiting for you to catch on. It’s endearing to see your husband let his guard down so low like this, sacred even. You kiss his cheek and get up, shedding your shorts and turning your back on him, holding yourself above his cock. Moans tumble from both of you as you sink down onto him, taking him all in with ease, something that had taken practice to be able to achieve. He wraps his arms around your waist, trailing one hand down to toy with your clit as you press your back into his broad chest
You woke up a few hours later laying on Jotaro’s chest in your shared bed. At some point he must have taken you in and put you in your pyjamas before falling asleep too. You slip out of bed, careful not to wake him, and tiptoe to the kitchen for some water. You bring a glass back upstairs for him, certain that his mouth will be as dry, if not more so than yours was when he wakes up.
When you slip back into the bedroom, he’s already awake, stretching and yawning, which was understandable since that was probably the first deep sleep he’s had in weeks. “I brought you some water,” you hum, sliding back under the covers. “Thank you, my mouth is,” he smacks his tongue a few times. “It's so dry.” You let out a chuckle and pass him the glass before snuggling into his side. “Do you remember last night, or did you smoke too much?” “I remember. We should do that again some time, I really enjoyed it.” “Really? Like seriously, you like smoking weed now?” He lets out a hearty laugh, which is good to hear opposed to his usual suppressed chuckle. “You kidding? This is the best I’ve felt since I was, mh, probably fifteen.” “Really?” “Yeah I feel great. I slept great. I think I need a nap though,” he laughs, laying back down and pulling the blankets up to his chin. You laugh and do the same, curling up against his chest. He lets out a contented sigh and wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, falling asleep without a problem for the second time in years.
thinking about re4!vamp!leon who’s kinda maybe obsessed with your neck, you’ve called him a vampire jokingly, his response was nipping at the skin of your neck. you laugh, he laughs, and you of course don’t know what he truly is.
it’s always jokes and laughs, you call him a vampire and he playfully nips at your wrist or your neck, you push him away and scoff, telling him to be careful or you’ll actually bleed—and god, what he would give to get even a lick of your blood.
he slips up when he’s fucking you one night, you’re in missionary and he’s holding onto your wrist so tight you’re afraid it’ll break—he’s nudging his nose right in the middle of it, and when he feels your pussy clench around him, he loses it for a split second and his teeth sink in.
the very first taste of your blood has him whimpering and his hips staggering. ‘’Oh—oh—shit..fuck..ngghh..’’ he’s trying so hard to stop, but when your blood tastes like his very own drug he’s afraid he’s fucked, how is he ever supposed to be around you now? you’re still laying there, pupils blown wide and mouth agape—you aren’t even sure what happened.
but then you see it, the sharp point of his fangs, how he’s almost in a trance, licking your wrist and swaying softly, his skin somehow seems even more porcelain, and his eyes are the most deep shade of red—he finally looks at you and you’re not sure if you’re supposed to be aroused, or scared.
he’s looking at you as if you just stole every star in the sky and gave it to him in a pretty red box. ‘’fuck- leon, what?’’ he’s quickly shushing you, nuzzling against your neck now, ‘’shh..don’t worry baby..you gave me everything I needed, just..let me take care of you now, okay?’’ and when you look at him again, his eyes are their normal blue, and his teeth that were just fangs are ordinary, what the hell?
@ vulturni 2023
I ❤️ when it’s slow at work and I get to log onto tumblr dot com and see the lecherous shit the girlies posted whilst I slept
My entire catalogue of fics are linked under the cut, if there’s no link it means I haven’t cross-posted it yet. (I’m still working on it, I promise)
Many Paths- Leon decides to put off joining the military for one very specific reason
Shifter- An illusion is the truth aka: Leon’s worst nightmare
Special Girl- You finally get Leon right where you’ve always wanted him. Your bed
Strictly Business- A Princess marries Kylo Ren for the sake of her planet (long-form)
Lead Me Home- Two spies fall for each other without realizing they’re on the same side (long-form)
Cool Water- When the outlaw Levi Ackerman gets captured by a handsome Sheriff, he has until the end of their journey to prove he’s really not that bad of a guy (Cowboy au, Long-form)
Winter Break- Your hot step-brother Eren comes home from college, shenanigans ensue
Fraulein- Reiner recalls a summer he spent with a farmer’s daughter (1920s Texas au)
Mister Right- The wondrous algorithms of Tinder lead you to the man of your dreams (Long-form)
Gentle Giant- Johnathan Joestar gets down and dirty (respectfully)
Stay With Me- After realizing how close he came to losing you, Jotaro comes clean about his feelings (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 1/4
Remember Summer Days- You and Jotaro cross paths a few years later when your exchange program sends you to Japan (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 2/4)
Never Meant- Jotaro tells you he’s married, you can’t take it anymore (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 3/4) (wip)
Science Fiction- Ghiaccio has a giant crush on the maid, good thing she’s a loser too
Science Fiction Double Feature- You and Ghiaccio decide to get serious
Antici…pation- Ghiaccio finds out the hard way where babies come from
Simple Solutions- Screaming babies are the worst
Run With Me?- Risotto has more secrets than Passione knows
Easter Sunday- Mista meets a pretty girl at Mass, and then almost fucking dies
Highlight of My Evening- Jotaro and his girlfriend smoke some pot and get horny
Lovefool- You knew hooking up with your best friend’s dad was wrong, but just once couldn’t hurt, right?
Right Enough for Me- It was always Joel, no matter what problem you had, he would take care of it.
Calander Girl- You meet Johnny when he accidentally walks onto your modeling set. What could happen?
Come on Princess- Hawks invites you to go out with him and his boyfriend, you end up being their third
Candlelight- In which Eli Sunday is more than happy to consummate his marriage
“Bible Study”- Father Sunday lies to protect your reputation, after all, how would that make him look?
Stars and Oblivion- after years of searching, you finally find her (a Mad Max fic)
The Corinthian wearing these. That’s all.
realizing i have. two settings when it comes to leon
1. tie me to a tree menace levels of horny. need him so bad i could kms why isn’t he real
2. forty two page dissertation dissecting every line of dialogue he’s ever said and how each relates to the complex facets of his personality, the extent of his trauma, and expands upon his backstory. my screen is wet because i’m crying. he’s literally a real person
Studying (reading) my tomes (comic books) to expand my esoteric knowledge of the universe (Batman lore) so that I can form my own ideology (put my blorbos in situations)
Leon in Wesker’s Suit + Lexington glasses
could you put your longer fics under a read more?
Yes! As soon as I can get tumblr working on my laptop again I’m going to go back and fix that and also some formatting issues
hey baby, how’re you? so i just watched bound again, and i was thinking.. corky! ellie and violet! reader.. maybe? and ellie bends reader over counter, spanks her a little, straps her down while reader worries of her husband coming in. but ellie fucks her so good, she’s completely cockdrunk.. just maybe..
bound to fuck | ellie williams
tags: eighteen+, daddy kink, cheating, strap sex, slight voyeurism, degrading, kinda toxic!ellie, breeding kink.
an. i am ovulating and i finished a request in a reasonable amount of time! wowowowow. but hi baby! thank you for the request, i feel like i did a shit job, but i hope you enjoy it. anyways, i'm done starving my abby lovers. beefy blonde coming up next — pic credit.
wooden bookshelves, shelves with his favorite reads or at least presenting himself to be a man of literature. each book filed became decoration, pretty covers with a lot going on, but never something he could actually pick up. not quite deemed worth his time. always trapped in the responsibilities of his den but your husband keeps on a loose leash. truly, it’s his mistake.
he’d been the one to hire her in the first place. a contractor needed to fix a few mishaps in the house and you couldn’t help yourself. no, not one bit. tattoos scattered randomly across her sun-kissed skin as if done on a whim, freckled shoulders exposed in the white tank top she wore. wet,auburn hair lightly styled with gel, a few strands framing full cheeks. from the first look, she became your nightmare. beautiful green eyes disguised in greed.
it all happened so quickly, the heat of the moment taking a hold over any sense of responsibility. the sparkling diamond held weight but none in your heart, especially as she bent you over the white stone countertop. pants shoved down to your ankles, her cock wedged deep inside you as you stare at the oak door of your husband’s office just past the common room.
“is this what you want? fucked like some type of whore, huh?” ellie smacks the fat of your ass, digging blunt nails into your unmarked skin. “last time wasn’t quite good enough. yeah, i know, baby. not very fun when you don’t get to come.” slender hips slam into you again as you whimper, touching a particular sensitive spot for you.
“i’ve been so good, daddy. please, can i cum tonight?” ellie more than surprised with your manners. not even having to remind you of how to speak with her. you give in — granted, she’s already fucking you into another dimension. “i-i, c-can’t, fuck, s’hard to talk.”
“and why is it sweetheart? can’t keep up?” ellie sends another slap to your ass, claiming the skin with her touch. gripping your hips, she brings you back over her cock as her hips roll. “s’good for. yeah? always need daddy’s cock inside you. your husband can’t fucking satisfy you even if mine is made of plastic.” maliciously, she chuckles and you feel your cunt pulsate. crying for a release, practically begging.
“ah—” you try to compose yourself but ellie shows no sign of stopping anytime soon. she pushes too far, sometimes. getting off to your crook husband in the other room, completely unaware his wife is getting fucked by the hired help. “els, stop being so cruel.”
“hm, why so glum? it’s not like you actually give a fuck. pussy just needs to be filled by me. if you can’t fucking handle it, maybe you should grovel back to his medicore dick.” she leans over you, takes a breath before whispering in your ear. “what’s it gonna be, angel? want me to finish or want to go back to faking it?”
meanwhile her pace is punishing, bringing you closer to the precipice of completion. slyly slipping her hand between your legs, toying with your clit as you gasp. “sh, baby. tell me what you want. want me to slip out and let him finish you off?”
“fuck no.” softly, you moan her name. “want your cock, no one else’s.”
“you sure? not afraid of being caught? could come at any moment.” the double innuendo is lost on you as you feel the familiar build in your stomach. “could spoil it, maybe. watch me as i fuck my pussy. your pussy belongs to me angel. daddy’s good girl, only mine.”
the noise of your wet slick echoes, you know you’re close. ellie has gotten you there enough to know it too. “c’mon, i’ll do what the old fuck can’t. put a baby inside this pretty belly of yours. make sure you come home with me. forever knocked up and fucking mine.” you cum at her words, body twitching in bright white light. your vision blurred as you slump against the countertop.
gently, she presses a kiss to the nape of you neck. your body heaving, attempting to catch your breath. “it’s okay, angel. s’good for me, yeah? mhm, s'alright. i got you.” her calloused hands smooth over your soft skin, taking her time to bring you back down to earth. “wanna go again?”
you nod, glad she can’t see the stupid smile on your face. “better be loud this time. i mean it. you’re coming home with me tonight.”
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