#emmys recommendations

[newvision]

poems about forbidden love please 😭 (wlw)

Sappho, from Come Close

“You are embarrassed about your blood, its redness, the way it is just coming out of you with no concern for anyone’s feelings. You are (…) embarrassed to be alive.”

Carmen Maria Machado, from In The Dream House

Patricia Highsmith, from the Price of Salt // movie adaptation: Carol

my thoughts on each recommendation:

Sappho, Come Closer: small collection of classical poems, but very accessible! Can be read in one sitting and Sappho is of course one of the most important queer writers in history

Carmen Maria Machado, In The Dream House: not poetry, but a sort of experimental memoir. I feel like if you appreciate poetry, you will enjoy the way she plays with narrative tropes. It’s a very unique book about a woman trying to articulate her experiences of being in an abusive same-sex relationship. It’s not a light book and not one about queer joy, but that’s exactly why I liked it so much. It’s real, it doesn’t put queer people on a pedestal for being queer. Queer women being abusers is rarely talked about — and rarely written about so intelligently. Perhaps there are the first couple of pages online, I think reading them would give you a much better feel for the book.

Patricia Highsmith, the Price of Salt: again, not a poetry collection. I’m really sorry, I apparently haven’t read many wlw poetry collections. Time to change that! The Price Of Salt is a novel that isn’t very representative of Highsmith’s usual writing style, but one that touched me immensely. It’s about a young woman who falls in love with an older woman by the name of Carol. I don’t want to spoil the plot, but it takes place in the 1950s, so you can imagine how many hardships they face. The movie Carol is an adaptation I liked, and I’m usually very picky about literary adaptations.

[luna-loveboop]

Linktober day twelve- favourite game

Skyward sword! My favourite game forever :)) The duets with Fi are by far my favourite gameplay aspect and recurring scenes in the game.

The music is The Ballad of the Goddess with Link's harp accompaniment. I played through on three different instruments like fifteen times, and checked every note on ocarina before I carved it. So. It's very accurate. Close ups of the music +my reference because yes

Also I replaced the treble clef with the triforce

:)

[emmymaehereeeeee]

Playing Sober

summary: you have to deal with a very drunk elvis on the car ride home from a party and somehow avoid his momma. drunk!elvis x reader

“Oh but lemme- lemme tell you ‘bout Y/N, shoo-wee! When I-I tell you, thas a-a woman, God- a mighty!” With his seat reclined back and his hands raised Elvis was tracing small shapes on the ceiling of the car. “She’s so nice, but-but don’t be trying to put no moves on-on me..” Elvis said as he pushed his hand against your cheek, “Cause if you try,” he let out a hiccup, “You try and kiss me- I’ll whoop your ass and so will Y/N.” “Oh will you now? I am driving you home through so let’s keep all that to a minimum, yeah?” You reply as you start the car up.

Elvis stares back at you blankly for a moment, “I-I am serious!”

Nodding your head you watch as he fiddles with the handle of the car, “Uh-uh don’t mess with that.” He eventually left the door handle alone and soon resulted to singing very loudly, “Oh I loveeeee myy Y/N…. She is sooo beautiful and I love herrrrrr, my y/n my y/n. Woahhhhhhhhh���.. she is very pretty and niceeeee..” He turned to look at you with a dopey grin, “Did ya like that?” “It was amazing, baby.” You say as you reach over to stroke his face.

“Woman! I done told you- I am dating Y/N!” He yanked away from you. “Well why don’t you tell me about her?” You ask as you begin to drive back to Graceland. Elvis smiled big and he pressed his hands against his cheeks, “Gosh she’s so cute, she does this thing when she laughs so much she just she can’t stop laughing she’ll laugh so hard tears are just rolling down her cheeks- ain’t nothing even funny but Y/N will laugh. Oh when she’s mad she,” he hiccuped,”will cross her arms and sit away from me, I know she does it cause she wants attention but if I give it to her then she is going to be overwhelmed. Oh when she gives me these little kisses when she does it all over my face, man shit I feel like I died and went to heaven. You just- the-the way she smiles-“ he pauses a moment and laughed, now resting his head on the center console.

You smiled softly as he continued to ramble, “Oh well she sounds amazing,” you said as you pulled through the gates of Graceland.

“Mhmmmm.” He hummed to himself, the soft glow of the outside lights hitting his skin. “You kinda look like her, know that?”

“Oh yeah? That’s funny, hey why don’t we get you inside and we’ll see if Y/N is home,hm?” You say hoping to coax him out in his drunken state. The lights in the house flip on lighting the entire front porch and a portion of the lawn up. The warm glow filled the once empty space. “Shit.” You mumbled under your breath as you watched someone walking through the living room.

“Why are we saying shit? I know lots of words- shit, bitch, fuck you- ooh that would be a good song! Fuck you bitch you broke my heartttttt.” Elvis wailed out into the darkness. His drunk giggles mixed with his singing only made it harder for you to pull him out of the car.

“Elvis stop- your momma is inside and she’ll kill you if she knows your drunk!”

Elvis’s eyes went wide, “I am not drunk, I am completely sober.” He whisper yelled as he haphazardly leaned against the open car door. He pushed off of the door and began to stumble towards the front door, “Mommaaa” He hollered out into the darkness.

Quickly you shut the door and grabbed his arm pulling him down to your level, “Elvis- it’s 3 am we have to be quiet,” you said softly- almost as if you were talking to a child. Elvis giggled and shook his head, pulling a finger up to his lips, “Shh.”

“That’s right, now come on- we got to get you inside.” You guided him towards the front door, “How much did you have to drink tonight, mister?” You asked as you adjusted under his deadweight.

“I am not drunk, I am there soberest there ever was.” He said matter of factly. “Ohh the soberest of them all? Is that why I had to pick you up from the bar tonight?” A small smile spread across your face as you watched him attempt and fool you with his drunken antics. “Mhm, I am fineeee.”

The sound of the front door lock turning is what brought you back to reality, “Elvis?” Gladys asked as she saw the state that her son was in, her hands naturally gravitated to his cheeks as she checked for a temperature. “Oh sweetie are you feeling alright?” She asked with a hint of worry in her voice.

"He's just exhausted, Gladys - you know how he is, always pushing himself in this music gig," you reassure, doing your best to keep him steady.

"Is he really alright?" Gladys asks with a hint of concern, her voice tinged with worry, as she observes her son's state.

"I'm not sick, just tired - all I want is to sleep. Goodnight," Elvis mumbles, attempting to free himself from his mother's grip. Leaning down to your ear, he whispers, "Where's Y/N? You promised I'd see her." His tone takes on a slight pout.

Her worries seemed to ease a bit at his reply, and she turned to head back to her room, leaving the two of you alone in the softly illuminated living room. "You'll get your chance to see her soon, but first, let's get you out of those clothes," you say, your tone gentle and reassuring.

Elvis extends his arms slightly to create a barrier between you and him. "No way you're taking off my clothes. I've got a girl, remember? Told you that already," he says, his movements becoming sluggish and feeble. "I don't need your help," he mumbles as you guide him up the stairs and into his room. "You, uh… you should go," he insists with a weak tone.

“Now Elvis, just listen here- I am your girl!”

Flopping onto the bed Elvis lifted his head to look back at you, “What the hell are you on about now, woman?”

“Don’t talk to me like that, brat.” You snip at him teasingly- “I am your girl- it’s me Y/N!”

He stared back at you with such intensity- as if he was trying to determine whether you were real or if you were one of his drunken delusions.

“C’mon now, put your arms up,” you say sternly with a scrunch of your nose. The smell from his mouth causing a twist in your stomach, “You smell like cheap alcohol,” you mumble as you pull off his shirt.

“It is not cheap alcohol!” He snaps back with a pout on his lips.

“Oh I thought you said you hadn’t been drinking.. are you lying to me, Elvis?” You ask as you pull on his night shirt and start to tug down his pants.

“Stop I wanna do that.” He says placing his hand over yours, you move away and allow him to dress himself. Watching as he haphazardly pulls on his pajama pants. “See I can do it all by myself.”

“I am so proud of you, sweetheart.” You smile and push his legs back onto the bed, “Now why don’t you get some rest? Want me to play with your hair-“

“Woman I already told you- I have a girl and you aren’t her!” He says promptly shoving you off the edge of the bed. “God damn it Elvis!” You huff and look up to chew him out but he had already passed out, “Oh you little- you just wait until the morning.”

@arianatheangel-girl @lillypink @steph-speaks @crash-and-cure @18lkpeters @jahayla-parker @flwersgarden @prayerstopresley @insanelycrazyanddelusional @kxnnxy

[jessread-s]

✩🤠🥃Review:

Lyla Sage’s debut roped my heart!

“Done and Dusted” follows Clementine “Emmy” Ryder after a riding accident leaves her no choice but to return to her small hometown of Meadowlark, Wyoming. Luke Brooks is Meadowlark’s most notorious bad boy, bar owner, and bachelor. He also happens to be Emmy’s nemesis and her older brother’s best friend. She’s off-limits, but he’s never been good at following the rules. 

I am obsessed with every single thing about this book and that is no exaggeration! I loved living inside the heads of Sage’s characters and hold them close to my heart. 

I appreciate the way Sage portrays Emmy’s neurodivergence when writing from her perspective. The subtle differences in how she navigates her life are so well-written. I heavily related to the way Emmy bottles up her feelings to avoid inconveniencing anyone. My heart broke as I watched her struggle to get back on the saddle again in silence, but I’m so glad Brooks picked up on what she was going through and made it his mission to help her do what she loves again!

Luke faces hardships of his own that stem from his family situation growing up. He was made to feel unwanted, but found the strength to put that behind him after the Ryder’s took him under their wing. I love the thoughtful, protective, and kind man he became! He is definitely a top book boyfriend of mine. 

Emmy and Luke’s relationship made me positively giddy! The kitchen slow dances, nights out at The Devil’s Boot, trips to their secret place, and rides through the mountains make it impossible to fight the visceral urge to reread this book immediately. Everything about it truly makes my heart happy, from the Ryder family’s dynamic to Meadowlark’s small town atmosphere. This has quickly become a comfort read of mine and I cannot wait to return to Rebel Blue Ranch in the next installment!

Cross-posted to: Instagram | Amazon | Goodreads | StoryGraph

[emmyspov]

can anyone recommend good youtube channels?? i swear i used to watch and follow so many youtubers when i was younger and the older i got, the less videos i watched. i do follow ava jules and kalyn nicholson and really like their vibe, but i am also interested in politics and feminism, book recs, food inspo, etc. just lemme know what/who you like!! <3

[killsaki]

pov !! you walk in his office while his wife is in <3

art by ekku_rea via fiverr!!!

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Because I cannot get this wonderful story (Tiny Little Fractures masterlist HERE!) out of my mind, I have created a gift for my lovely Alex (@cillmequick) to show appreciation for her beautiful work :)

I hope you like it, my sweet!

[morphogenetic]

Mediaposting 2024, #11: Professor Layton and the Last Specter

Completed: June 16th, 2024

Time to Complete: 19 hours, 55 minutes (~20 hours, basically)

alright, I have to be honest here. i've never really been a huge layton fan. i actually did like curious village quite a bit - and it held up when i replayed it, so i know it wasn't just from nostalgia - but diabolical box was a bit of a mess. i did actually like plvsaa but it was more for the AA part and less for the PL part (though it was funny how most of the story is just them doing curious village again). and then. uh. unwound future definitely does some cool things but unwriting and then rewriting its own plot twist to be non-canon/canon again kind of turned me off. it's not even just the plots being buckwild as hell.

however. oh my god. last specter is just. bad. rest of this is under the cut because i dont want to make people mad who actually like this game but the TL;DR is that emmy is good but this game is bad in a boring, lazy writing way and not even in a FUN way which has made it the most painful of the layton games for me to get through up to this point.

the puzzle difficulty balance is off, for one thing - i would say 10% of the puzzles at MOST feel adequately difficulty balanced, and the rest are either way too easy, have instructions so poorly written that I needed to check a guide to make sure i even understood what they were asking me, or they were hard as fuck for no reason. it feels like they get worse and worse with this with every layton game and im PRAYING that miracle mask does not get worse about this because i need to finish this series and i don't think i could handle another group of puzzles like this.

also......i know layton plots are buckwild but this one both a) drags too long and b) is SO LAZILY WRITTEN. every single twist is either fucking blatantly obvious or they made 0 effort to even foreshadow it at all (LOCH NESS MONSTER RIPOFF IM LOOKING AT YOU). it feels like they genuinely did not even write a story for this until AFTER they made everything else, which i know can't actually be true because story-focused games like this aren't written like that, but........man. dude. this is not a good video game. there was absolutely no reason it needed to be 20 fucking hours long. i think they could have cut the story of this one down SIGNIFICANTLY, and/or spent more time on actua

really, the only good thing i can say about this game is that emmy is great and i like her a lot. i'm glad she doesn't get relegated to useless girl who gets kidnapped like flora (unforunately.....) does so, so much. it does annoy me that her entire backstory is in those little bonus story things - side note, why did they not INTEGRATE THOSE WITH THE FUCKING GAME - but it could be worse. would like to know more about her but at least she has a fun dynamic with layton and luke.

praying that miracle mask is better because guys i NEED a more interesting plot than this. even if it's layton insanity. because this one didnt even COMMIT to being insane enough it just felt very dull and gray and like a waste of my fucking time

[newvision]

I'm grieving losses that have not happened yet (I haven't watched the last season of the show I'm currently watching but I know it is inevitably going to end)

[emmymaehereeeeee]

Labs and Liquor

PT 1/? idk i need to see how this is received

summary: fratboy!elvis x college age!reader you meet him at a party….one thing leads to another… a one night stand is a one night stand right? No strings attached… well what happens when you end up being paired with him for a lab assignment…

A/N: I know this is rusty but bare with me

“Y/N, you are going to this party- I am not going to let you sit here in the dorm drinking by yourself,” your roommate Anna Kate said with a huff.

“What? I am perfectly fine- I don’t want to go to a freaking Sigma Ki party. They’re way to trashy and I am not paying twenty dollars for some cheap alcohol and to stand around all night long!” You snap back at her as you rolled the bottle cap in between your fingers. “Y/N, you don’t have a choice, plus I already paid for your ticket- so get dressed,” as she opened your closet and began to rummage through it to find you and outfit.

Begrudgingly you took the outfit from Anna Kate and got dressed, “I swear you are going to be the death of me.” You mumbled as you grabbed your keys and headed out the door.

“Oh come on, I know you’re going to love it! Maybe you’ll even meet a new boy here!” Anna Kate teased as she poked your arm. You let out a sigh and parked the car near the end of the street.

“Anna Kate!” You groaned out as the two of you made your way up to the house. Anna Kate scanned the front lawn as if she were a predator looking for her prey and finally she found what she wanted and pounced.

“Tyler! Tyler c’mere- this is my amazing, super sexy, talented, smart funny roommate Mrs.Y/F/N Y/L/N.” Anna Kate said as she gestured towards you.

Tyler eyed you up and down but said nothing at all, instead he pulled Anna Kate in the direction of the house and you quickly followed. “Anna Kate!” You whispered yelled as she was whisked throughout the house, “Anna Kate!!”

“Y/N calm down!” She said with a smile, Tyler quickly detached himself from her grasp and made his way over to the beer pong table.

“You girls know how to play?” Tyler asked with a hint of sarcasm.

Anna Kate happily bobbed her head ‘yes’ , “Why the hell not?” You asked as you both approached the table.

“Oh shit hold on- E.P! C’mere, I need you to be my partner!” Tyler hollered out across the house. Anna Kate rolled her eyes, “Really Ty? You’re going to make us play against E.P? I thought this was supposed to be a fair game?”

“I know that isn’t Anna Kate I hear bitching already now is it?” A deep voice laced with Southern twang soon fills the room, turning around on your heel you seen the person this voice belongs to. A 6ft tall dark hair blue eyed man who was clearly a few drinks deep. “Aw shit- she brought another one of her little friends, Tyler I thought I told you not to let her bring anyone else to the house? It’s bad enough I’ve gotta listen to her voice near every damn night, no you got two of ‘em here!” The man throws his hands up in the air as he walks to the edge of the table.

“Try living with her.” You reply curtly whilst staring at the arrangement of cups at the table.

“And who the hell might you be little Ms.Smart Mouth?”

“Why does it matter to you?” You ask dryly, clearly not wanting to engage in this conversation any longer

“I didn’t ask for an attitude, I asked for your name.” He snarled

The two of you stared back at one another in silence as the buzz from the crowd only grew, finally Tyler broke whatever staring contest the two of you had been having. “E.P, I just want to play some fucking beer pong- leave her alone.”

“E.P” nodded his head, “Alright but here’s my offer Ms.SmartAss, if I win then I get to know your name.” You scoff, “And if you lose?”

E.P chuckled and shook his head, “Darling I don’t lose.”

“Well we’ll just have to see about that,” you replied.

You turned your back to talk to Anna Kate and she leaned into your face and whispered, “I don’t know what the hell you’re doing but you need to cut it out.”

“Oh ladies? Are we going to play some beer ping or are we going to sit and gossip all night long?” E.P asked with an annoyed smile.

“What? Are we going to make you late for your date with your right hand?” You snapped back as you lined up to take your shot.

“Alright, you want to play games, bitch- let’s fucking play.” E.P snarled.

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[queerasian]

being both a succession and better call saul fan is wild because on one hand you’re over the moon and on the other hand you’re dying inside

[toothlesshat]

There’s nothing like. Wrong with people making angsty aus or anything but it does make me very burnt out with the fandom that 90% of the posts I see are super angsty, depressing posts. I’m not saying anyone should stop because I’m not even completely innocent of it but I wish there was a way I could just… not see as much of it lmao

[saints4grrrls]

wait genuinely i don't follow myct stuff anymore but did ranboo actually die holy shit??

NO OH MY GOD NO ITS FROM A FUCKIGN. A FICTIONAL HORROR SERIES OH NO LMFAO

they did a series of three horror streams for their new horror-comedy project Generation Loss and the finale was the audience voting for their character's death

outside of me caring about the project it was very fun and goofy and did have some moments that inspired genuine dread, the three streams are 5 hours in their entirety which is a lot but honestly the last episode alone is worth checking out imo :))

i should have been clearer in that tag that ranboo isnt actually dead LMFAO my bad

[bestintheparsec]

I just finished watching A Small Light and I am unwell

[emmymaehereeeeee]

😩👏🏻👏🏻

SCREAMING THIS IS SO GOOD

sweet, sweet sugar

pairing: no outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

summary: meeting a man in a bar and trying to determine what about him is so damn alluring. it doesn't really matter though, it ends well for the both of you.

warnings: smut, explicit sex, explicit language, age gap (reader is mid 20s, Joel is 36) riding, truck sex, nasty talk, MDNI, 18+

a/n: i love him, your honor. i will protect this tired dilf with my life. might expand on this, if so it'll be fluffy/smutty (no angst because the show is already enough pain for me)

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It was his voice, you think. You had just relocated to Texas and were new enough to be drawn in by that deep Southern accent when he introduced himself.

Hi, uh, I’m Joel. Mind if I buy ya’ a drink?

Maybe it was the age difference. It wouldn’t be a first for you and the few strands of gray in his hair did make you a little weak in the knees.

It could’ve been his arms. Bumping against the hard muscles of his bicep as the bar stools you two were sitting on inevitably wobbled while you talked. Placing a light touch on his forearm when the liquid courage of your second drink kicked in, before your fingers made their way to his indecently thick ones to intertwine. Just the rough touch of his hands was enough to make you shiver.

His eyes were definitely a factor. Puppy brown orbs that sparkled brighter than starlight when he laughed, even under the dim lights of the bar. How they grew dark, almost black, when you leaned in close enough for him to catch a whiff of your perfume, the faintest hint of sweet vanilla lingering in the space between you two.

Or maybe it was just him. All of him. The way he hummed along to the country western songs playing through the bar’s speakers. The way he spoke to you with affection in his voice despite his gruff exterior. The way he talked about his Sarah: the pride while mentioning an A plus social studies paper followed by the anxiety while asking if he was talking about her too often. 

As if loving his daughter too much could scare you away. 

His scruffy beard and charm, his bad humor, his dad humor, his smile.

And the way he called you sugar, like that’s what you were to him. Nothing but sweetness and all too appetizing. Like he’d drink you up with his coffee every morning if you let him.

Your wandering hand made its way down to his thigh, resting just above his knee. He paused mid sentence and for a moment you worried you were being too forward. Your eyes meet his in a heated stare.

“You tryna’ misbehave there, sugar?”

You were and it landed you in Joel’s backseat, laid down with his body pinning yours. He’s kissing you. He’s still kissing you, hasn’t stopped since he pressed you up against his truck in the dark and nearly empty parking lot. He’s on your lips, until you have to pull away for air when he moves down the expanse of your neck, nipping and sucking along the way.

Your legs part for him, wrapping around his hips to dig your heels into the backs of his firm thighs. His hands find their way under your shirt, calloused fingertips forming gooseflesh across your skin before pulling the material up and over your head. He palms your heaving breasts, letting out a low groan at the feel of your soft flesh in his hands, before working his hands around to the clasp. Any restraint he might have had was tossed into the front seat with your bra.

Now he’s desperate, he’s hungry. 

His mouth is on you, all over. His tongue licking at the marks he left on your neck and chest, his teeth making more down your torso. Lips wrap around your nipple and you arch into his suckling, letting him consume even more of you. Every one of his filthy, reverent kisses is more fuel for the fire growing in you. You tug on his dark locks when he reaches the top of your skirt, running his tongue along the line where fabric meets skin.

“J-Joel, please,” you beg, surprising yourself at how wrecked you sound already.

“I wanna taste ya’, sweet thing,” he teases, looking up at you with mischief in his eyes.

Moving his head down between your legs, Joel places sloppy kisses up the inside of your thighs. You watch him with heavy eyes, shuddering as the coarse hair of his beard grazes your sensitive skin. He brings his face to the crotch of your panties, nose nudging your clit, before taking a deep inhale. He licks at you through the soft lace before pulling it off entirely. 

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he rasps, the heat of his breath against your cunt enough to make your hips buck. Unbothered by your writhing, Joel wraps his arms around your thighs to keep you open for him before licking a stripe through your slick folds. 

He groans at the taste of you. “Such a sweet pussy, so goddamn wet for me too.”

He dives in, circling your clit with his tongue before plunging inside you. Your thighs try to shut at the sensations, but his hands tighten their grip to hold you in place. You’re melting into his mouth and onto the seats, the fogged up windows an indicator of just how hot everything is right now. 

Then his thick fingers are inside you, thrusting deep and hitting that spot you always have trouble reaching dead on. His mouth wraps around your clit, sucking on it like hard candy.

“Gon’ get a cavity from all this sugar,” he mumbles into your pussy, and the rumble of his laugh vibrates through you.

He thinks he’s so goddamn funny…

“Oh fuck,” you cry out.

It hits you like a rocket. He curls his fingers just right and you’re seeing stars, being pulled up and away into the atmosphere. He doesn’t stop drinking you in until you’ve floated back down to Earth. 

Insatiable.

Your eyes are closed, but you feel his soft lips kissing your neck. He nibbles at your earlobe before whispering, “Did so good for me, such a good girl.”

Good girl. Good girl. Good girl.

It’s like a trigger. All the satisfaction from your climax faded and was replaced by a deep need to be full of him, to take him in and again until you fell into the night sky together.

“Fuck me p-please, please Joel, I need it,” you whine, hands clinging to his broad shoulders.

“Oh sugar,” he coos, “I’ve got you.”

Joel uses one hand to pull you into his lap and straddle his thighs, while the other unbuckles his belt. You scramble to undo his zipper, tug his pants and boxers down, and unveil his—

Oh fuck.

Whatever it was before, it’s definitely his huge dick now. You let out a whine when your fingers wrap around the base without being able to fully encircle it. He rolls a condom down over himself before gripping your hips and guiding you to hover over the flushed red tip. Your forehead is pressed against his as you sink down, gasping at the stretch.

“Good girl, that’s it. It’s big, ain’t it?”

You huff against his cheek, “S’ big.”

“You can take it. Gonna take all of my cock, sugar.”

You do. Your toes curl and you feel like he’s splitting you open, but you take all of him. He rubs circles on your clit, making you gush around him and relax enough to move. With your hands braced on his shoulders, you start rocking your hips and slowly finding a rhythm. Every thrust is electric and the sweet sounds of how wet you are fill the car.

You’re clamped around him, raising and falling harder, faster. Whimpers spilling out of your lips as Joel thrusts into you, meeting your hips with his. You were close, your climax was racing towards you when his thumb found your clit again. Just a few touches to the bundle of nerves and you were toppling over the edge, head thrown back then falling limp into his neck. You shake in his arms as he continues to fuck you in his lap, quickly reaching his own release.

“Fuckin’ goddamnit, sugar,” he pants into your ear as he finishes. 

He keeps you like that, strong arms holding your body close against his as you both catch your breath. You have no objections, nuzzling further into him and gently carding your fingers through his hair. It’s been a few minutes before he breaks the silence.

“Sugar?”

You hum and smile into his skin as a response.

“Could I get your number and, uh, maybe we do this again? Dinner too?”

He had the audacity to sound bashful while his cock was still inside you. You look up to see a pink tint to his cheeks, and you have to answer with a kiss. Slow and sweet.

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💕💕💕 Thank you for reading 💕💕💕

[lovebesblog]

Braaheim & ILYAA & EMMY - Say You Love Me (Lyrics)