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What about Nat taking you for the first time, being soft and careful but losing control for a bit and filling you up to the brim 🥴
sorry for the wait anon, i needed to get rid of my uni things, but here we go! it came out longer than i imagined, hope you enjoy either way!
warnings: sex scenes, dom/sub dynamic, g!p nat, daddy!nat, p in v, gxg, breeding, blowjob, fingering, orgasm, age gap, dirty talks.
daddy! nat was a completely a soft bear during your first time. you weren’t nothing but an inexperienced little virgin thing and natasha was this older woman who clearly had lots of sex in the past.
she took so much care of everything. the bed had towels for the eventuality of blood loss, bottles of water were lined up on the bedside table, the room was in the right temperature, a hand towel ready to wipe you off and she already set items ready for the aftercare. everything was under her control and ready to assure every of your comfort.
wet, needy and ready you were on her big bed being eaten and stretched out for the first time, at every whimper of discomfort natasha would softly hush you and press a kiss on your thighs. she was slow, lovely, giving you time to process and let her taste you in the most delicate ways.
natasha could’ve swear she would have been happy to die between your milky thighs with her mouth and fingers deep inside you, the sweet taste of your juices tempting and the most sinful sounds rolling off your tongue were driving the older woman drunk and lustful.
she was there with you, living the moment, living the passion, living the love flowing between you. starting to memorise your body that eventually became her favourite place to be, to mark, to own.
her knee sunk into the bed and while you were worshipping her plump breasts, she was jerking herself off with grunts and moans. your pussy was soaked thanks to the two orgasms she already gave you.
she shifted both of you on the bed, her back propped up against a mountain of pillows on the bed. fully naked, skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. her breath came in shallow gasps as natasha watched you, who was positioned between her legs.
natasha’s cock was standing erect and ready as you leaned closer, breath hot against the warm flesh. you kissed the tip hesitating, lips soft and teasing. your daddy eyes fluttered closed momentarily, a low groan escaping her lips.
“oh, bunny,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire.
your tongue darted out, feeling bolder to giving the tip a series of playful kitty licks looking up at the redhead for guidance which was immediately given as big veiny hands found their way into your curls, gently tugging to guiding your movements.
“look at me, baby girl,” natasha commanded, her voice firm yet tender. you obeyed, gaze locking with her and slowly taking the cock in your mouth starting with just the tip, tongue swirling around it before starting to take more, inch by inch like a drug.
the woman’s hips bucked involuntarily, desperate to thrust deeper into your wet and welcoming mouth, hands tightened in your hairs, trying to maintain control. “take it all, bunny. I want you to take every inch.”
your eyes filled eventually with tears as the cock reached the back of the throat, but you didn’t pull away because you wanted to make your daddy proud, so you relished the sensation of pleasing her, the power and submission blending into a heady mix that made your own body tingle with arousal. bobbing head, cheeks hollowing as you sucked, tongue working the length of the massive venous cock.
natasha’s breathing grew ragged, her moans louder and more desperate. “fuck–you’re amazing, baby girl. just like that.” her fingers twisted in your hairs holding you in place firmly.
you could feel the twitching of the prick as the heavy balls of the woman prepared to release its contents, you redoubled efforts, mouth moving faster, eyes never leaving natasha’s. the connection between you was electric, the intensity almost overwhelming.
“daddy needs you to swallow, bunny,” natasha growled, her hips trembling with the effort to stay still, she was so close and only god knows how she wanted to pin you down and fuck your mouth with mercy. “can you do that for me?”
you nodded as best you could, eyes filled with determination and devotion. with one final, deep thrust, natasha released her load, filling your mouth with the warm, sticky cum. you gagged slightly but quickly composed yourself, swallowing every drop as your daddy had commanded.
the redhead whole body shuddered with pleasure as she watched you. “that’s my good girl. you took it so well, baby.” pulling you up for a kiss, your mouths meeting in a passionate, messy collision. the taste of the cum was still on your lips, and natasha licked it off, savoring the flavor.
"you're so beautiful, baby," natasha murmured against your lips. she kissed her way down to your body again and her thumb found your clit, teasing your folds. you moaned softly, body arching towards the woman.
natasha made sure you was wet enough, she was so worried to hurt you like you were made of glass. patting the tip of her cock against her pussy and brushing the tip gently over her entrance, she breathed softly "are you ready, my little one?.”
you nodded with eyes filled with trust and need. "yes, daddy. please."
the redhead positioned herself and slowly pushed the tip inside you, inch by inch, ensuring you didn't feel too much pain, her lips found yours in a slow, sweet kiss, muffling your mutual groans of pleasure and then finally she bottomed fully inside you.
"you're doing so well, princess," she praised, her voice tender and head resting on your neck, you were so warm and tight and natasha was already on the brick of blowing. she kissed you softly while you gripped at her back with nails digging in slightly.
natasha, once sure the pain went away, began to thrust gently, setting a slow and intimate pace. each movement was filled with love and adoration, her hips moving rhythmically against yours. "you feel so good, bunny. so perfect.”
you whimpered, body trembling with pleasure and need for more. "daddy! oh–more, more. please!”
natasha increased her pace gradually, her thrusts becoming more intense. "fuck–baby, i need to cum inside of you. i need to fill you up, sweet girl. daddy needs to claim you." she continued to move, her body pressed intimately against yours until she felt the climax building.
with a final thrust, the redhead released the cum inside your warm pussy, humping softly to ensure it stayed within you. "take it all, princess. you're so good for me," natasha praised, her voice full of pride and affection.
foreheads touching, breath ragged and sweet smiles painted your lips and bodies locked close, natasha caressed your hair, kissed you gently, and whispered sweet nothings. "you're my everything, bunny. you did so well," her voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves.
she kissed you deeply again and again. your connection building stronger than ever, as you held each other close, the world outside fading away in the warmth of your shared love.
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literally a p link!
https://x.com/arousaii/status/1774823539780059385?s=46
Simon Riley n his sweet gf .
♡♡𝆬 🍼 nonnie! the thing is, you just love touching simon ˙◠˙ sometimes it's sexual and sometimes it's not. but you just have to hold onto him in some way. he's big, strong, warm, and gives the best hugs, he's so protective and that just makes your brain turn into a pile of goo and he just loves you s'much. ughh 😠
it can go from a simple cuddle, to rubbing against him with your slick cunt. from watching a movie with your head nestled against his pelvis, to your hand in his briefs and stroking him lazily. simon finds it cute, you touching him every chance you get, his clingy baby 🥺
૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒
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Threesome with h and his gf but he obviously prefers the reader 🤭🤭 you can make his gf jealous or reverse cuck vibes if that’s something you’d like but just the vibe of him preferring the reader in front of his gf even if he’s trying to hide it (or not)
BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF BARK—
you'd been caught staring (not as if you're known amongst your friend group for subtlety—contrary, you tend to wear your heart on your sleeve, an open book—but it's nevertheless jarring to be called out on it). sat at the dinning table in a public restaurant, staring at a person, a man—arabella's man.
harry.
it was overt and entirely unintentional (and hard not to when he'd perused you the way he had, the way you had (have) been), and led to your current position.
we like to share, she told you with a reassuring smile, tucked in his side, his arm around her waist, as waiters tentatively came by to clear the table and the others gathered their things and said their goodbyes to one another. but his eyes were still on you.
as they are now, sharp, unwavering—you can't see them but you don't need to, its heat searing into the curve of your back. despite her apologia, this doesn't feel like sharing. it feels intimate, private, something to be shared between lovers.
not lovers and the girl that couldn't stop eye-fucking arabella's boyfriend since the second they stepped, hand-in-hand, into the establishment.
no matter (it matters, deeply—because you’ve known bella for years and this has never happened. she has a type—brunette men with inked skin and thick, eyesore muscles—that you’d like to think is the exact opposite of yours. and he fits into it, could probably serve as the poster child for her desired man and this has never fucking happened before but it’s happening now).
it's heady—bella's sweaty back pressed against your chest, your ass perched above hers, thighs spread over her, toes brushing her calves; arms, shaking, over her bunched shoulder, hands weakly keeping the brunt of your weight from collapsing onto her. her nose is in the sheets and yours is in her hair, notes of lavender and tea tree sprouting from the roots, as harry bullies his cock into his girlfriend's pussy.
she yelps, fisting the sheets he's splayed her—on all fours with you, ready and waiting, placed whorishly on top—over, when the force of his strokes shifts you both over the mattress, the ruddy tip of his cock no doubt pressing gratingly at the spot inside her that makes her thighs shake underneath yours.
you can't stop the moan that tears from your throat.
and harry smirks. "like it?" he taunts—rubbly, coated, thick, in a condescending, oddly affectionate lilt that you know—just know—is meant for you. it makes you shiver; heat licks down the knobs of your bent spine and your chapped lips part to respond but—
“fu-uck yes, har, love it,” arabella sounds from beneath you, tongue clearly weighted to the bed of her mouth with the way her words slur, or perhaps it’s the muffle of silken sheets caught between her teeth, soaked with spit, chewing.
he grunts, and you don’t know him.
you don’t know him because arabella brought him to dinner with your friends as an introduction to her boyfriend of three months, harry styles. you don’t know him, because the way he smiled, soft but not timid, and shook hands with naill and daniel was in that stereotypical, brotherly way that says don’t break her heart on one end and don’t plan on it on the other. you don’t know him because the way he let sara and brithany come to him first for a hug, and kept his hands respectfully above the small of their backs proved he didn’t plan on breaking sweet arabella’s heart.
you don’t know him.
…but.
he grunts and you swear it’s one of annoyance and not satisfaction. annoyance at the fact his girlfriend—your close, i’ve-known-you-since-freshman-year-of-uni friend—had responded instead of you.
you’re not getting fucked but you may as well be, with the way your head seems to swim in fog and your thoughts clot together into one big mess of consonants and vowels. you may as well have his cock, harry’s pretty, pink cock, stuffed up inside your guts with how you tremble over bella’s frame (could be blamed on the way she’s shaking beneath you, but there’s truly no point in lying to yourself). he’s holding you—he’s fucking her but he’s holding you—hands fit just over the swell of your presented ass, nails biting into the soft of your hips. you may as well be getting fucked, with the way—
“you’re dripping,” harry murmurs, absentminded-like, and his right hand moves from it’s station at juncture between the small of your back and the slope of your bum to fit itself between your legs. brushes calloused, firm fingers to your puffed up clit and it’s dirty. it’s dirty because he just barely grazes your clit with the rough pads of his fingers before he’s swiping them up and down to collect your wetness until it’s practically pooling in his palm and then pulling out of his girlfriend with an audible pop to smear said wetness over the length of he’s already soaked cock.
you still can’t see him, you’re still thrown on all fours over your very close friend who’s also on all fours but hearing him—hearing it, the slick push and pull of his tight fist working the remnants of your arousal from his hand into his stiff cock—is enough to make you fucking come.
you’re not getting fucked but you may as well be.
you may as well be, and you are when he rises slightly up on his toes to press his fat cockhead to the seam of your pussy. you are getting fucked when he pushes inside of you instead of going back down to his panting, edged girlfriend just beneath you, her holes pretty and presented the same as yours.
you are getting fucked, fucked by harry—by bella’s man—and you could fucking cry with delight.
god, you need to talk to your therapist about the significance of what this means, but that’s a thought for a later time—a time when your cunt isn’t being completely filled by the cock of a man who doesn’t belong to you, the cock of a man that belongs to one of your very best friends.
“harryharryharry,” you keen into bella’s scalp, strands glistening with a mixture of sweat and your drool, and dig your nails into the bedding beneath your palms to claw at the fabric.
he grunts, cock fully sheathed inside of you and you can feel the way his cock kicks and twitches against your soft, gummy walls and how he shivers at the feel of you wrapped snug around him and the way he grips your waist, nails biting, to keep you locked onto him and rolls his hips into yours, somehow trying to reach deeper even though there’s nowhere else to go, no more room, full—full—and—
you don’t know him.
but you know he wants you, more than he should.
and maybe you do, too.
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a/n: couldn't explain it 👍🏽
not edited/proofread!!
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imagine if big bro Izuku helped his sister cum bcus she hasn’t been able to do it herself…
Nonnie I love this <3
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"'Zuku, need help." You whisper as you crawl into your older brothers bed.
"What is it sweetheart?" Izuku doesn't even have the decency to be cranky from being woken up. He just turns his emerald eyes towards you, and pulls you close. His cock perks up and takes attention when he feels your bare tits brushing against his arm through a thin cotton shirt.
"Wanna feel good." You mumble with heat in your cheeks, knowing you're becoming addicted to it. The ritual of coming to his bed every night after ignoring the stupid boys at your college. They could never compare to the pleasure your big brother gave you.
"Again? You're so needy sis." He was teasing you, you knew it. Your legs were already spreading and his hand was already finding your clit.
"Can't help it, you make me feel good." It was honest and that's what set Izuku over the edge. He fed one, then two of his thick scarred fingers inside your pussy while his thumb circled your clit.
"That's cause you're mine, sweetheart. Always have been, always will be."
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Everyone tubbo L-ing in chat as if he didnt get exactly the information he was looking for in that cucurucho interaction. My guy has been asking if cucurucho still has power since the reset and well - he finally found out
^^^^ This! Obviously the whole stream was amazing but this was one of my favorite parts! I've been missing this style of interrogation he does where people don't even realize they're giving him information until it's too late. Same with interactions like talking his way out of fines with the rabbit, it's such a cool part of his character!
QTubbo is such a yap master that when he starts running his mouth people don't actually pay much attention and just begin brushing it off as him being him. But eventually there comes a moment where you realise that he has slowly and diligently not only diverted the conversation to what he wanted to, but also made you feel like you had the upper hand - when that was oh so not the case the whole time.
He is extremely good at asking leading questions which make you believe that you're in charge of the information you are giving up but what you don't realise is that you wouldn't have given out the info in the first place if not for qTubbo just making you talk in circles until he gets what he wants.
I still remember when he was slightly interrogating Bad about the disappearance of WB11 aka Ron and Bad didn't even realise he was being cornered and giving up info, until he eventually caught himself and quickly changed the topic. That was the day Bad called Tubbo "Too smart for his own good" and he was so right
I agree with you nonnie I'm so glad with this new arc we will get to see his unhinged side more and I hope we get more interactions with fed workers soon :D
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hmmm… https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFFMee3S/
ohhhh ...
So now if you google tortured poets you only see her album ..
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Imagine riding bachira’s thigh😭
And after you make a mess on him he gives u a reward😳
nonnie you can’t make me this horny on a normal wednesday you absolutely can and absolutely should
first of all, imagine the thighs on this man, i’m not okay, so unwell over this ㅠㅠ
[gn!reader]
and now imagine, walking up to him sitting on your couch, legs spread and arm slung over the back rest while he watches the replay of his last game
and you know you shouldn’t disturb him but you’re just so pent up after being away from your boyfriend for so long, so you quietly slip onto his lap and tell yourself being close to him will be enough
but with the way his arms sneak around your waist and the scent of his body wash flood your senses you just can’t help but squirm around where you sit, trying to create some sort of friction against your core
“hmm, what’s this? did somebody miss me that much?” you know you’re in for it now, if bachira’s teasing tone and the mischievous glint in bright eyes is anything to go by
but much to your shock he just repositions you to sit on one of his thighs and it clicks what he wants from you; when you stare up at him to see if he means it, you’re only greeted by his grin before his eyes fix on the tv once more
it’s embarrassing, frankly, to move yourself over his thigh alone but once he shifts underneath you just a little and the fabric of his sweats drags against you, all doubt is thrown out of the window as you try to find a pace that satisfies your need
but apparently it’s not enough for bachira; he wants to see you fall apart on his muscles and you’re just not getting there fast enough; without so much as sparing you a glance, two strong hands grab at your hips and start dragging you along his thigh, pushing you down harder and making you ball his shirt in your fists “come on, baby, you want to feel good right? don’t you think it’s much better like this?”
you’re mindlessly nodding along, stuttering incoherent sentences as you fall forwards, head resting against his shoulder as you pant into the side of his neck; you can feel your orgasm approaching, your stomach twisting together in pleasure
on of his hands leaves your hip in order to toy with your most sensitive spot as he sharply bounces his leg, making a delicious shiver run up your spine as you moan freely into his ear
you’d think he’s unbothered by the show you’re putting on but the way you’re whimpering and whining so sweetly while your own thighs shake and clamp around his as you cum has his cock twitching in his sweats
so it’s really no surprise that you’re fully pulled into his lap once again after you’ve calmed down a little, golden eyes sparkling down at you as bachira bucks his hips up into you despite your sensitivity
“practice round is over, let’s see you put those skills to use~”
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I am looking respectfully 🫣
As someone who has a Tumblr filled with Queen photos, that's a familiar sentiment 😹 (what was it particularly?)
Here's a Roger for you in the meantime 😘
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Post a vid of you choking yourself, please?
If I get nuked, I hate you, bestie 🥰 I'm putting it under a readmore just to be safe
Edit: the post survived and I got no flag so I'm removing the readmore
#maybe its aveline#chew toy asks#nonnie#i had to use my robe tie because im not strong enough to do it with my hands#also this video was fun and you should tip me
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ughhh daddy nat would def fuck your plush thighs no one can change my mind 😊
daddy nat doing a thigh job ‘cause she’s obsessed with your thighs.
she nestles her thick shaft between your plush tights squeezing just right. the cock head brushing up from the labia till the butt cheeks due her enormous length, you can feel her pre cum coating your cunt and the texture of her bulbous veins. daddy nat has one arm around your torso and the other busy to keep an hold on your ass.
she start to thrust her hips hard growling like an animal, your ass being abused on hard slaps too.
that’s what she does. her green eyes becoming darker and darker by the sound of your squelching owned cunt and your pretty little sounds as she thrust harshly and fast.
when she feels she’s about to blow, she slips her cock into your pussy, breeding you only to pull out to see her hot semen coating your abused thighs. from her lips rolls down degrading words and praising.
she slowly rocks her hips to make sure once again her semen is spread on your thighs nice and well.
she owns you and every inch of your body, your daddy can’t stop claiming you with her cock in any possible way.
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you’ve done it again, but i must ask… does ahn’thu get reader her cat back? (that stayed on my mind even while getting plowed by an alien lmao)
♡♡𝆬 nonnie! my dove! hehe--- i like to believe he does. ahn'thu is quite literally wrapped around your finger whether you believe it or not. the two of you stay in the clearing for a week or so and when ahn'thu tells you it's time to leave, you have to throw a fit. ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒
"we need to go back and get mr. cuddles. i'm not leaving earth without him." ˙◠˙
ahn'thu expresses his agitation through trills as you turn away from him, crossing your arms and pouting with puffed cheeks.
despite your attempt to give him the silent treatment, it doesn't have the desired effect. ♡
it's only when you stop eating that he finally gives in, understanding the depth of your attachment to your beloved cat. (it's easy to find mr. cuddles as he's splayed out on your destroyed couch.)
and you're absolutely ecstatic, jumping into his arms and nuzzling your face into his chest when he comes back to the ship with your black and white tabby cat. ˙ᵕ˙
you're undeterred by his claims of finding the cat annoying, and his cute little grumbles as you kiss all over his face. ( he loves it )
especially when mr. cuddles curls up in ahn'thu's arms, purring in contentment.
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requesting some morning after content with cowboy!tangerine bc that is actually so hot. (aka imagining him wrapped up in a towel with that damn gold necklace around his neck. fuck) - 🍓nonnie
on it berry 🫡🫡
wc: 1.1k
cw: dubcon/noncon. smut. minors dni. 18+. implied kidnapping. d/s dynamics. oral (f receiving). fingering (f receiving). prolly more lmk what i missed (if any) 😁.
previous part.
waking after a night out is always hard, but particularly when you've had an eye bigger than your stomach. you had one too many drinks last night, if the migraine pressing at your temples is anything to go off of. you groan as you're pulled from the throes of slumber, shifting against the tensile bedding beneath you.
you groan, or mewl, rather, when the sensation of silk against your skin registers; so soft. too soft.
something's wrong.
your eyes snap open, head turning frantically from side to side as you take in your surroundings. the walls encompassing you are tall, and dark, built with panels of brown maple wood, looming over you. you swallow thickly.
your breathing starts to faltering, but you will yourself to press down the panic as you continue to reorient yourself with the world. there's two windows to the left of you, and a balcony to the front, but all you can see out is a city skyline and building tops (city. city? you don't live in a city). the sound of water pelting against the ground starts to register in your ears, but it's not raining. you look to the right, and see a door framed in a halo of light, the noisy shower running behind it.
shit!
you press yourself up from your position on the bed—noisy, shuffling across the sheets loudly as you search for your clothes, distraught. your hair flutters in your face annoyingly as your lift the mussed sheets to try and discover your top and shorts (and bra and panties) but you find nothing. you squeeze your eyes shut, bottom lip caught between your top teeth, with dread.
the door swings open, a large plume of smoke swirling out after it, before you can broil in your self-pity any longer.
you try to fight the way your jaw slackens when your eyes shift to the figure in the door, but it's certainly... demanding to due so.
you peruse your eyes down the man—tangerine, was that is name?(couldn't be, could it?)—before you, towel folded around his trim waist, dripping with water, evidently from the shower. there's a tooth brush hanging from his strawberry lips, and a gold chain dangling down from his neck, and circular pendant settled between the dip of his pecs. wet curls swinging in front of his forehead as her moseys over to the dress to the left of him, rummaging through the drawers for something to wear.
"monrin' darlin'," he says around his toothbrush, a crooked, fleeting smirk thrown over his shoulder as he pulls out a henley and jeans. you bleat something pathetic, and slightly aroused, back in response. he turns to face you, a chuckle on the tip of his tongue, and he takes the brush from his mouth. "how'd y'sleep, sweet thing?"
christ.
"o-okay," you sputter, twiddling your thumbs. you inch back on the bed when he takes a step toward you, ignore the way the corner of his lips hint upward in a smirk.
"did'y have a nice dream, darlin'?" he mumbles, kneeing on to the mattress, pushing forward to wrap a large hand around your dainty ankle. he tugs you into him, and you squeal at the sudden movement. your eyes widen to the size of saucers as he starts to crawl over you, dripping onto your body.
the sheet you haphazardly clutched up to your heaving chest is ripped out of your grasp with one sure tug from tangerine, presenting your bare flesh to him. you shake beneath his wolfish gaze.
"tell me what y'dreamt of, sweet thing," he mumbles, eyes glued to your tits, bruised from the night prior. he sinks down to smear his lips over your sternum, supple, tongue laving over sweet, sweat-slicked skin.
your brain short-circuits, dizzy with panic and dread and lust and pleasure—a heady cocktail being force fed down your throat—but your rack your mind for the vivid imagery that projected in your mind last night.
"i—i was o-on a dock," you stutter to him, arms shifting upward against the sheets, going to rest above your head on their own accord. tangerine smirk into your skin.
"keep going," he urges, slipping further down. his lips trail from your sternum to your navel, navel to your mound, mound to your swelling, sticky clit. his tongue peeks out to lick tentatively at the hood, evoking a shiver from you.
"there wa—" you choke as he suckles your pearl between his strawberry lips, tongue petting over the very head gently, soaking it. "there was a big boat, a— a yatch," you finish, huffy.
"mhmm," he hums, encouraging you to continue, throwing an arm over your stomach to keep you pressed down to the mattress as he brings his free hand up to push his fingers into your slick hole, stretching you from the seam.
"fuck! i was— i got on and— god, i... don't fuckin' know; don' know, can' 'member, just— please, don't stop, pleasepleaseplease," you prattle off, slurred, bringing one hand down to tangle in his wet curls and keep his mouth sealed over your modesty. your hips grind down against his tongue, shoving him deeper, farther into you.
he fucks his finger—just one, but the sensation it gives you rivals its reality, so thick—in and out of you at a pace that matches your gyrating hips and his flicking tongue, hot and tacky against your clit, clinging, spit webbing from his mouth to your sweet pussy lips.
he presses another finger at your entrance, pushes.
"jesus— shit!" you groan, head rolling back in the silk sheets. he jams his fingertips straight into your g-spot, stroking easily through your drenched, gummy walls, stabbing into that pressure point that makes you see stars as he nibbles meanly at your puffy clit. "g'na come, fuckfuckfuck, i'm g'na cum, tan!" you cry.
he snickers giddily into your slick, massaging his fingers and tongue harder, mumbles something resemblant of, "gimme that fuckin' cream, sweet thing," into you, and you're doing just as you'd warmed him. your come spills into his mouth, drenches his tongue and soaks his open palm as he continues to fuck you through it, muttering assurances and praises against you.
s'it, darlin', come f'me
good girl, baby, drenchin' my tongue
sweet fuckin' thing, can't get 'nough of you
you're twitchy when he pops off of you, crawling back over your sprawled figure. your lashes flutter as he smirks down at you, a predator over its prey.
"what'd y'do if i told y'that dream y'was tellin' me 'bout was real," he mumbles, gaze flitting over your sweat-slicked face as your brows draw to the center of your forehead. you frown through stuttered breaths, confused, and allow him to nudge your head to the side, gaze falling to the windows, the city skyline and building top.
city.
city?
you don't live in a city...
your frown worsens. shit.
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Creations last slightly glitchy conversation with sunny genuinely had me tearing up. There's something so sad about an entity that only understands itself in terms of its purpose as a tool and yet can't help but love anyway. Like protecting sunny is his purpose but he would choose to do it too.
Like we see it in the way he seems so curious about the world around him poking about and imitating what others do but he always ends off his exploration by dubbing whatever he was looking at okay or unimportant and going back to his task. He's built to serve a purpose - or at least that's how he sees it - but he has a real sense of life about him.
In his last moments he's telling sunny how to bury him to make sure his mission is completed successfully but he still, with 1% battery left, needs to tell her how loved she is. It's like the humanity comes bursting out of him for lack of better terminology.
Anon THIS. Just all of this. Like your message truly made me tear up.
How even in his last dying breaths - for the lack of a better word - all Creation could had in his mind was his purpose to cater to the eggs.
This is a big reason Creation's end parallels the end of Mars Rover Opportunity for me. Both of them in their last moments questioned if they have aplty served their purpose and reached out in ways that could surely be considered human. A reminder that even a bunch of wires and circuits can carry the spirit of human exploration and love has a way of being displayed in mysterious ways and unexpected places. Its last act wasn't a shutdown; it was a metaphorical embrace to the very child he aimed to protect.
There were so many emotions we could say Creation unknowingly reflected in his last moments like fear, vulnerablity, hope but the one that shined most at the end of the day was truly love <3
#Creation my beloved#Dude#HEAD IN HANDS#Anon I have so many thoughts#Pls send more if you too <3#Nonnie#Qsmp#Anon#Creation#Mika mumbles#Sunny
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Another day, another bunch of psycho swifters threatening to kill Joe .. It's almost July 2024... When are the deranged lunatics gonna move on from him ?
#free joe alwyn#jalwyn#joe alwyn#q&a#nonnie#joealwyn#anti taylor swift#toxic swifties#shit swifties say#toxic taylor swift#free joe alwyn from snakes#free joe alwyn from psycho swifties#the smallest woman who ever lived
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Totally random but i was scrolling and saw ur merman!bakugo fic but i thought it said mormon!bakugo and i had such a visceral reaction and immediately scrolled up to see it said merman. I have no real purpose for telling you this i just thought it was funny and had to share
Its super good tho! 10/10 amazing writing!
fic here
LOLLL i write a lot of crazy aus but a mormon one would defo be out there for me ty for telling me this i literally laughed so hard bruh i haven't recovered yet (and ty hehe, glad u liked it)
#anon#nonnie#i dont remember the tag i use for anons on my blog bc it's been so long#this was a nice surprise hehe#im looking at all the other potential anons - pls hop into my inbox too#bakugou#bakugou smut#bakugou x reader#mha#bnha
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