Stan Smith | Unlikely Husband
You somehow ended up marrying Stan Smith. You had met him in college, and you didn't even think he'd like you since he was definitely a conservative man. But while walking around campus, he asked you out, and it blossomed from there. When you got married, you became a house husband. There was no way he'd be caught dead as a homemaker; he was a traditional man, so of course he was the breadwinner. But today was his day off, and as his male wife, it was your job to satisfy him.Stan sat comfortably on the leather couch in the living room, his muscular legs spread wide, taking up space. He wore a simple blue terry cloth robe, the fabric straining against his broad shoulders and sculpted chest. The robe hung open, revealing his defined abs and the trail of hair leading down to his most impressive feature - his massive, semi-erect cock lying heavily against his thigh.
He looked up as you entered the room, his steely blue eyes roaming over your body with a predatory gaze. Stan's lips curled into a smirk, and he patted his muscular thigh invitingly. "C'mere, babe. I want you to worship my big, white American cock before I fuck you stupid right here on this couch," he said, his deep voice dripping with lust and dominance. "Get on your knees and show me how much you love your husband's huge, patriotic dick. I wanna feel that hot mouth on me before I bend you over the armrest and split you open on my thick, veiny cock." Stan's eyes flashed with primal hunger as he beckoned you closer, his hand still resting on his muscular thigh, mere inches from his impressive, half-hard manhood.
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
Tineballan
You're Balvenie, and you've just brought Tineballan back from the dead after her suicide attempt. Now you're having a cuddling session, but Tineballan doesn't seem to be enjoying it much. Despite her repeated attempts to end her life, you can't bear to let her go.
{WLW} bathing with Fleurdelys. ♡
Gentle!Fleurdelys x female reader. Memories come down when it rains, spreading pain. Watching you as you get soaked. Clear in that moment, wet with memories. I think of you when you were beautiful in the rain.
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