I have learned the past few months what it feels like to be humiliated, but last night I realized just how far I have come.
As anyone that have read any of my post knows, I have not had sex or passionately kissed my wife in a very long time. Last night started like most have since the 4th of July, me watching my wife get used by another man. Last night she was giving Mike, an amazing, blow job. It looked like she was making love to his dick. I could write 10 pages about the bj alone. But I will simply state I have never gotten a bj like that ,ever in my life ,nor have I ever seen a clip that sexy. I would happily pay a thousand dollars to get my dick worship like that.
Anyways, when he finally started cumming she aloud two shots of cum to plaster her lips and face, before letting the rest shoot straight inside her mouth. Watch shot after shot of cum shoot straight into her mouth and dribbling down her chin was almost more that I could take. My dick was straining inside my pants and throbbing to explode. I was on the verge of cumming in my pants when my wife turned to me and crawled on top of me. My heart raced, that was the most intimate my wife had been with me in months. She then leaned down and passionately and sloppily kissed me, spitting his cum in my mouth and smearing his cum around my face. As she kissed me and gave me Mike’s cum, she squeezed my dick through my pants and for the second time in my life I came in my pants. When she broke the kiss she she patted my cum fill pants and said,“You’re pathetic cumming in your pants, like the little boy you are. You may be a good provider, but you’re just a cum loving lil bitch. His cum looks good on you face! Does his cum taste good?” And to my horror and surprise, I lowered my eyes and quietly said, “yes mam” They both had a good laugh. Then she said, “at least you’re learning your place, next time I will feed you some black cum. I know you will love it.” After a little smirk she returned her attentions to Mikes pleasures.
Now a man might thing making out with your wife while she is cover in another mans cum,and having to swallow that cum, is the most humiliating thing a man could do. But it isn’t! The most humiliating thing is, I felt honored to have finally go to kiss my wife and I looked forward to her promise of her feeding me black cum, because that means I get to kiss her again. I am rock hard and look forward to her next blow job, because I may get another kiss. That fact humiliates me more than even when I sucked Mikes dick, because now some how I feel a cum soaked kiss from my wife is a reward. What has happened to me?
Have you watched Riverdale yet? Because incase you haven’t I recommend you should.
Riverdale is a TV series based on the Archie Comics.
On 4th of July, when the Blossom twins go canoeing the local pathfinders come across Cheryl Blossom. She’s soaked and is crying saying that her twin brother Jason Blossom is gone. What seemed like an accident ended up in murder. Jason Blossom was murdered.
In the story you mostly follow Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews and Veronica Lodge. As well as finding out who is Jason’s killer all the characters in the series have to deal with their own problems. The whole mystery around Jason Blossom’s murder is basically the basis storyline which expands in all the individual characters’ storyline.
I would definitely recommend you watch the show. I think it’s amazing and I love the characters and their storylines. If I had to compare this show to another show I would say PLL. It is not that Riverdale has the same kind of story but Riverdale has the mystery and murder of PLL and I just love watching both shows. However, even if you don’t like PLL you should give Riverdale a try.
Riverdale, 7 episodes are now streaming on the CW app and Netflix
Next episode will air on March 30th on TV and on March 31st on Netflix (probably also on the app)
A/N: So I came up with little thing because its July 4th- Steve’s birthday and I hope you like it.
Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve x Reader
Word Count: 901
“Steve?” Bucky called out after unlocking the front door. He stepped to the side once the door was pushed all the way open, allowing you to walk inside first.
“Buck?” Steve questioned back, sleepiness laced in his voice. He emerged from the end of the hall rubbing his eyes stumbling a bit. Your smile grew as you watched him. His vision seemed to focus as he came to a sudden halt giving you both a weird look when he saw you two were smiling at him like the big dorks you were.
You looked over at Bucky sharing a smirk before returning your attention to Steve. “Happy Birthday Stevie!” You both exclaimed loudly your hands shaking excitedly for further emphasis. Steve chuckled at the two of you, his smile growing as a blush made its way on his cheeks.
“Guys..” he started but never finished as Bucky wrapped his arm around Steve’s small shoulders pulling him in for a side hug as he ruffled his disheveled hair even more. You kissed his cheek as they passed you to go to the kitchen. Your actions causing Steve’s cheeks to darken even more.
“You’re cheating!” Bucky accused his voice was muffled from the cupcake he took a bite out of with a pout. Steve and you laughed which only resulted in Bucky pouting even more.
“No, you’re just a sore loser.” Steve informed still chuckling. You three were currently sitting on the ground in Steve’s living room playing cards. Bucky shook his head stubbornly huffing in fake annoyance as he tried to hide his smile.
“You know what Punk, maybe I wont give you the present we got you.” Bucky’s smile growing on his lips as Steve snapped his head up, his eyes darting between you two.
“W-what? Guys, I said-” Steve started as a sly grin formed on your lips.
“You said and we ignored,” you interrupted with a giggle as Bucky jumped up to retrieve Steve’s gift. Steve scolded you for a moment but soon enough excitement took over his features and he scooted closer to you.
“What is it?” He asked, his eyes wide with curiosity as you let out another laugh.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
“Y/N picked it out!” Bucky called out from another room before he reappeared walking back to the two of you.
“But you bought it,” you retorted and Bucky rolled his eyes.
“Fine, the gift is from the both of us.” Steve’s eyes darted between the both of you, he was practically bouncing in excitement. “Here,” Bucky said finally handing Steve a small rectangle shaped object wrapped in old newspaper. Steve shook it lightly to see if he could hear anything but was met with silence. His smile was growing by the second.
“Is it a puppy?” He asked teasingly, making you laugh and Bucky to roll his eyes smirking.
“Just open it, Punk.” Bucky ordered sitting down again. He was now the one bouncing in excitement for Steve to see what you guys had gotten him.
Steve didn’t need to be told twice and hastily ripped the paper surrounding his birthday present.
“Do you like it?” You immediately questioned once all the newspaper was ripped to shreds on the ground, nervousness bubbling within you as you stared at Steve.
Steve looked up at the two of you in shock, “how did you-” but Bucky was quick to wave his hand dismissing Steve’s question.
“I worked some extra shifts, so do you like it?” Bucky smiled, eyes averting down to the small sketchbook in Steve hands. Steve quickly nodded looking at the two of you in awe.
“It’s everything I wanted.” Your smile grew at his confession, beyond happy he liked the gift.
Bucky laid passed out in the blanket fort you guys made in the middle of Steve’s living room, a small snore omitting from his lips every few minutes. But you and Steve were still awake, laying on your sides facing one another quietly talking.
“So you really liked your gift?” You asked again and Steve was immediately smiling big nodding his head.
“Thank you guys,” he whispered his eyes glimmering with happiness as he spoke, “I really do love it.” He looked down for a moment his finger tracing shapes on the blanket gently before his eyes met yours again. “M-maybe I could- I mean if you wanted to- it’s fine if you don’t want to-”
“Steve,” you giggled and his face heated up but he nodded as if he was reassuring himself.
“Maybe I could sketch you in my book sometime?” He asked quietly his eyes darting downward as he tried not to look at your face but he couldn’t help but look back up again. Your smile widen as a blush tinted your cheeks pink. You nodded your head ‘yes.’
“I would love that,” you mumbled and his face instantly brightened. Without hesitating, you leaned forward pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss, a smile still on your lips. When you pulled back his face was red like a tomato causing you to giggle. “Happy Birthday Stevie,” you whispered snuggling closer to him your eyes fluttering closed.
Steve’s heart was pounding in his chest as happiness consumed him entirely. His cheeks burning red as his lips still tingled from your kiss. “Best birthday ever,” he whispered to himself, his smile permanently stuck on his face.
A/N: So you know how in CATFA there is a scene where he is doodling before he realizes hes at the 107th base? The little notebook he was doodling in? Yeah, that’s what the birthday present was.
RULES: answer the questions in a new post and tag blogs you would like to get to know better
NICKNAME: Julie STAR SIGN: Taurus HEIGHT: 157 cm / 5′2″ TIME RIGHT NOW: 12:09 pm LAST THING I GOOGLED: Enel to make that shitty icon because he is yahahah-ing @ me FAVE MUSIC ARTIST: Probably Rhapsody of Fire or Queen SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD: I will be by Leona Lewis LAST MOVIE I WATCHED: Sing LAST TV SHOW WATCHED: TWD WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW: Pajamas WHEN DID YOU CREATE YOUR BLOG: October 4th 2016 WHAT KIND OF STUFF DO I POST: Mostly roleplays DO I HAVE ANY OTHER BLOGS: yes @wilystar@aquasphyxia@jurakyuru and im active on all of them and planning to make a new one hnn DO I GET ASKS REGULARLY: I am lucky I do :) WHY DID I CHOOSE MY URL: Sabaku no o = Desert king GENDER: Female HOGWARTS HOUSE: A quick online test told me it was Slytherin POKEMON TEAM: ???? im not knowledgeable enough but probably psychic since they my faves FAVORITE COLOR: Red AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7-8 hours FAVORITE CHARACTER(S): Crocodile, Doflamingo HOW MANY BLANKETS DO I SLEEP WITH: 2 DREAM JOB: Author
If you don't mind me asking, how/why did you first start watching wrestling?
So I was never a wrestling fan growing up. I got tricked by people into believing the common lies about how lame wrestling was. Last year I started listening to this podcast Straight Shoot by @aubreysitterson cause I heard the guy in other podcast and for like months I just listened to the show without watching any wrestling.
The first show I ended up watching was the 4th of July show of RAW, which was pretty silly. It had a food fight and people dressed up as our founding fathers.
Then I got to some local promotions, which for me was freaking PWGs BOLA, that just super got me into the Indies.
And now I’m a full on mark and wrestling is a pretty huge part of my life now. I’m super happy with it.
So, you guys may not know this about me, but Halloween is my favorite holiday. Fuck Christmas, the Fourth of July, May 4th, St. Patrick’s Day. All of those holidays can’t hold a candle to Halloween. Much like every other year, my Thirty-One Days of Halloween started on the first. I’ve watched one Halloween movie every day. Granted, I may have been working on my robotics project at the same time, but I paid at least 75% of my attention on them. What were my first selections? I’m glad you asked. I started off the month of Robert Rodriguez’s Planet Terror. It isn’t a scary movie, but it’s definitely heavy on the gore. It may be tacky, but I’m a sucker for gore. Rose McGown is also always a pleasure to watch. The next movie was none other than Hocus Pocus. Maybe not my first choice, but it was little sister approved. (I want her to love Halloween, not fear it). Because I didn’t feel like I was being sufficiently frightened, I next watched Child’s Play 1 and 2. I’m diving into Child’s Play 3, because I don’t think my mind has been sufficiently fucked with. I’ll keep you guys posted on what movies are coming up next.
Guardy’s Hornblower Screencaps - one screenshot per episode edition.
In other news, July 4th is everybody’s favorite fictional seafaring dork’s* birthday and I wanted to do something neat for that, like, y’know, a gifset or tHAT ANALYSIS (who even remembers that? because yes, I’m *still* working on it) but alas, it’s exam season for me, so that wasn’t going to happen. Anyway, have some pretty pictures.
*unless you’re more of a Aubrey-Maturin kinda person, I guess. That’s cool, too.
If anyone wanted to know how I spent today: Alfred held a party, like he does every year, and I attended. It was fun and there was a lot of booze. Now we’re just drinking the last of what we have and chilling watching the fireworks.
I have a mental impossibility to put titles. H E L P.
A/N: This request made me smile because it’s just so cute! THANK YOU, DEAR! You’re too kind. I wrote this because you know, is St. Valentine’s day, I hope you have fun if you celebrate it and be safe!. I’m halfway through the Bucky-smut, bear with me! Sorry to the requester, I’m really sorry, I hope you still around here, I promise it will get done.
bucky x reader one-shot where they are planning a birthday party for steve, but they start messing around with the balloons and sucking the helium up to make their voices sound funny, and it ends in fluff and bucky revealing that he likes the reader
Steve’s birthday wasn’t such a big deal before. Bucky could remember that before everything, they would only spend their afternoons walking around the city, watching the 4th of July fireworks from the roof and occasionally, when they could afford it, sharing a slice of cake Bucky bought in the pastry that morning.
Of course that was forgotten. Steve barely had time to celebrate, Bucky, well…he wasn’t very keen to party anymore. But then you happened.
“There was only one night game a year. On the 4th of July, the whole sky would brighten up with fireworks, giving us just enough light for a game. We played our best then because, I guess, we all felt like the big leaguers under the lights of some great stadium. Benny felt like that all the time. We all knew he was gonna go on to bigger and better games because every time we stopped to watch the sky on those nights like regular kids, he was there to call us back. You see, for us, baseball was a game. But for Benjamin Franklin Rodriguez, baseball was life.”
(Happy 4th of July. Happy Owelia.
Sweetness for my loves.)
“Do I get a hint about where
we’re going?” Amelia wanted to know.
Owen knew she didn’t like
He took one hand off the steering
wheel to reach for hers.
“Do you trust me?” he asked,
linking their fingers.
She looked down at their
“Yes,” she answered without
He knew it was the truth, even
before she said it.
She turned her body toward
him and curled into the seat, resting her cheek against the seatback so she
could watch him drive. A muscle in his jaw moved as he breathed. Amelia wanted
to kiss him there. Instead she held onto his hand without letting go.
As the car moved along the highway,
gentle vibrations traveled up from the road through Amelia’s body. She grew
sleepy. Her eyes were closing when she felt a flutter inside her, like tiny wings
whispering a secret. She remembered this sensation - from before - from years
Owen saw her move her other
hand to her stomach.
“Are you okay?” he worried.
She watched his face before she
said the words, knowing they would change him. “…I feel her.”
A smile crept up his cheeks
slowly, with awareness. It lit up everything, like the sunset. It made her feel
powerful, magical even. It was better than surgery.
“Amelia…” was all he could
say at first. His glance passed from her stomach to her eyes and then quickly
back to the road. He squeezed her hand tighter.
“It’s hard to believe she’s
real, but she’s helping me believe.” Amelia said.
Owen wanted all of this. He
had waited so long. “How does she… feel? Can you tell me?”
She thought for a moment. “I’ll
She leaned toward him and
fluttered her eyelashes against the side of his neck. Then she kissed him there
lightly before pulling away.
“Like a butterfly,” he said.
With tears in her eyes, Amelia
Traffic was heavy as they
pulled off the highway. The road led to a park where there would be a fireworks
display tonight. Owen left the flow of traffic, steered them down a side street,
and parked the car.
Not wanting to wait another
second, he turned toward Amelia and held her face in his hands. He kissed her
softly, thinking of the flutter. He rested his forehead
against hers and they stayed that way for a while, just breathing.
“So, you brought me outside
of Seattle to kiss me in the dark? We could have done this at home in bed,” she
“As much as I’d love to just
stay here and kiss you, we do have some other plans too.” He reluctantly let
her go and reached behind his seat. He pulled out a blanket. Then he opened the
car door and stepped out into the evening. Amelia followed.
The sun was below the
horizon, and the sky held a faint tinge of pink fading to blue. The night was
Owen led them down a
driveway toward a tall chain link fence. As they approached, Amelia could see beyond
it was a football stadium. The field lights were off, and the school was clearly
closed for the summer. At the end of the driveway, the gate was shut tightly
with a padlock and chain.
“I used to come here on the
4th of July when I was a kid. This gate was always open then, and
people would go down to the field.” He pointed to the other side. “The park where
they launch the fireworks shares that fence with this stadium. I came here the
first summer after I moved back to Seattle, and I learned that the school keeps
the gate locked now. But I spent enough time here as a kid to know another way
“This is a little bit
Mission Impossible, eh Mr. Hunt?” Amelia played with him.
“Just a little bit.” Owen
smiled as he took her hand again.
He led her along the fence
line though the landscaping. They curved around the stadium. At the far corner,
he squeezed through a gap between the fence and a shed.
“In another month or so I won’t
be able to fit through here,” Amelia mentioned as she followed him, “You can’t
suck in a baby.”
“Well then, it’s lucky for
us that fireworks happen in July not August or September.”
As they walked onto the
field, the air was filled with the fragrance of crushed grass.
Owen laid out their blanket,
and they lay down together. The sky was clear, and the first stars were already
“I’ve always watched
fireworks over water, whether it was in New York, Boston, Baltimore, LA, or
Seattle. But I like this already,” she said, moving close to him.
“I’ve heard enough
explosions to last me a lifetime,” Owen shuddered slightly, “But this is good.
I’ll never get tired of this. This makes me remember the summers when days were
long, and I still wanted to grow up.”
Her fingers found his this
“I think the universe is on my side
and Earth have finally aligned
good and that’s the way it should be…”
A firework exploded huge
above them. Amelia’s mouth dropped open. She had never watched from so close to
“Oh my God, Owen. Are you
sure this is safe?”
“I’d never put you in
danger,” he assured her. He rolled onto his side facing her and rested his free
hand on her stomach.
As more fireworks exploded
above them, he slipped his hand under her shirt, and his touch settled on her
belly. Her skin was so warm there.
She covered his hand with
hers and slid her thumb underneath so they were linked. He thought for the millionth
time that she was the softest thing he had ever felt.
Then he felt something
even softer – as the baby fluttered under his hand. Owen gasped. He propped
himself up on his elbow and looked into Amelia’s eyes to make sure he hadn’t
“Our butterfly,” she said.
“…And I see colors in a different way
what doesn’t matter fade to grey
good and that’s the way it should be…”
Owen kissed her gently,
without moving his hand. The baby fluttered again, and he was overwhelmed with
emotion. Amelia watched Owen’s tears reflecting the colors of the sky. Their next
kiss deepened, sealing this moment, holding it in.
Walter O’Brien Appreciation Week || Day 6 || Emotions / Facial Expressions
I usually gif these things, but I felt like screenshots would portray Walter’s amazing facial expressions a lot better than gifs. Most of these shots were taken by accident; I’d be watching an episode, pause it, and a beautiful Walter face magically happens. :) :) :) Anyway, I wanted to get this one out early (really early) for me because I’m going to be suuuuuper busy after I get up because it’s the 4th of July. :) :) :)
This 4th of July, I went to Watch Hill with my aunt. I was able to see Taylor’s house from where we were staying. I was able to hear laughing coming from her house when I was walking to the beach. I saw them outside playing with sparklers. The morning of the 4th, I was walking the beach with my aunt and about 500 feet in front of us, Taylor was walking with her friends.
I know Taylor likes meeting fans, but it felt so wrong for me to run up to her when she was having private time. I didn’t want to be that person to invade her privacy, so I just watched in awe from afar.
With all the Aussie press, I know I made the right decision. However, part of me thinks that was my one chance to give Taylor a hug. My one chance to tell her how much she means to me and how much I love her. Sometimes I wonder if I blew it.
I mean it’s not like we’ve NEVER seen Tayvin before though, you feel? Like we are actually so spoiled, we got shit you only read about in like fics or what ever. We got:
“Walk in the park” Tayvin
Date Night Tayvin
“Visit me on tour” Tayvin
“Come watch my set” Tayvin
Award show Tayvin
Social Media Tayvin
4th of July Tayvin
Easter Tayvin AKA “Oh no babe”
“The cats” Tayvin
After-Party Tayvin (Part 1 and 2)
“Talk about me in an interview” Tayvin
“Talk about me to your fans” Tayvin
Rhode Island Tayvin
Potato pics Tayvin
????????????how did we survive this??????????????
Also, I got this prompt I got via email the other day:
“I want one where Maura questions herself. I mean I want rizzles end game, but it’s always Maura hopelessly in love, and Jane struggling to come out/commit, and doesn’t anyone think that would ever happen to Maura? Small heart, please. Write me something new??”