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[thatwholethingwiththeduck]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Big Bang Theory (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sheldon Cooper/Amy Farrah Fowler Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Amy Farrah Fowler Additional Tags: Season/Series 09, Episode Related, Missing Scene, First Time, Ficlet Summary:

Their first time.

[sunriseovergotham]

[through gritted teeth] I love,.. FFanfiction

[harrylee94]

The Tournament - Chapter 3

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Summary: “I wish I could choose my own Protector.”

“You know why you can’t.”

“But how will I know if I can trust them?”

Notes: TW: VERY brief mention of stillbirth. Skip the paragraph beginning with “Ni su’cuyi, gar kyr’adyc” if you’re not comfortable with this.

Chapter 2

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“Ni su’cuyi, gar kyr’adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum ” - Din

The man in the mirror looked like a stranger. The armour he wore was almost like a mirror itself from how polished it was (his hands still ached from buffing), and yet it still only covered the most vital of areas. The tunic beneath that and the necessary padding was uncomfortably embroidered, the bronze and gold trim scratching at his neck and wrists and bringing attention to his rank, even though he’d much rather have hidden away. His boots were polished within an inch of their life as well, though, thankfully, familiar; not exactly new but not old enough to merit calling in a cobbler. The tabard was completely new, the tailors having worked through the night to complete it; grey with red trim and detailing, to emphasise that he had recently lost the last person he could call family.

Din took a deep breath as he met his own sallow eyes. He felt like a doll, about to go on display.

Mourning was something that he wanted to do on his own terms, in the quiet privacy of his room, or out in the fields, able to allow the rain to hide his tears. If he had been any other man in the kingdom he would have been able to, would have been able to honour his buir’s memory in the way he wanted, but it was not only him who would mourn her, and he could not be selfish.

“Ni su’cuyi, gar kyr’adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum,” he muttered quietly, rubbing his thumb over a swirl on his cuff. “Vod’ika.” His little sister had been taken from them before she could draw her first breath. She had never been named. “Ren Djarin.” His father had marched on only a handful of years earlier, and in some moments the wound felt fresh. Today was one of those days. “Kovra Djarin.” He had hoped he would have many years more to wait before saying his mother’s name, but today it would be on thousands of lips.

He sniffed and quickly wiped away his tears, reaching for his belt and sword to strap them to his waist.

“Knock knock.”

Din paused, looking over his shoulder at the door. “Marshal Dune.”

The Marshal of castle town smirked at him from where she was leaning against the door jamb, arms folded across her chest, her leather armour oiled and brushed. She must have been waiting for him to finish.

“Prince Djarin,” she replied, pushing herself up. She gave him an exaggerated look up and down and raised an eyebrow at him. “You look like a peacock.”

Din snorted and turned back to the mirror as he buckled his belt. “I feel like one; roasted, stuffed and decorated, ready for the court’s pleasure.”

“Sounds about right,” she said as she stopped just to the left of him. “You ready for this?”

“No,” he said, “but I have to. This is the Way.” He met her eyes in the mirror, taking note of her position. “You’re sure you won’t join the Tournament?”

She snorted. “Fuck no! Din, I love you, but can you imagine me in court?”

Din winced. He could imagine it easily. He could also see what a terrible idea that would be; Cara Dune had no patience for fools, no matter their rank or status. As much as he would have loved to have had someone he knew, someone he trusted, at his side, it would be a political nightmare. Plus it would likely be viewed as favouritism should she win with how close they were. Their friendship was well known, almost infamous depending on who you spoke to, but they had grown into their responsibilities, separate branches of the same tree though they were.

“I wish I could choose my own Protector,” he bemoaned, fiddling with his scabbard to untangle it from his tabard. Ridiculous thing. He never wore them outside of ceremonies.

“You know why you can’t,” Cara replied with sympathetic eyes.

He sighed and nodded. It was a chance for the Clans of Mandalore to show their prowess, and for him, as the new ruler, to show his trust in his subjects. It was an important ritual, an essential process, but that didn’t make it any less terrifying.

“But how will I know if I can trust them?”

“You won’t,” Cara said, and rested her hand on his shoulder, “but you can trust Saruk, and they won’t let an idiot replace them.”

He hummed. It was a nice thought, but he would still have to endure the new Protector for the first few months of his reign so he didn’t step on any toes. He hated politics. “I have to make the announcement first.”

“Then I suppose you’d better get out there.”

“Is that why you came here?” Din asked, turning to face her.

“One of the reasons,” she said with a shrug. “That, and I knew you needed the company.”

He smirked and grasped her shoulder in thanks. “Let’s get out there then.”

With a slap to his shoulder, Cara left, glancing back over her shoulder as she vanished from sight. It only took him a few moments more to convince himself to follow, heading out the door without a pause, knowing that Saruk would be a step behind him as he headed towards the hall.

The castle was quiet, only the faint murmurings that echoed from the hall down the corridors to be heard, and those were too indistinct to make anything of. His footsteps were quiet, as were Saruk’s, who stepped in tandem with him, but as he rounded the last corner and the guards ahead of him straightened, the whispers fell silent.

A great crowd had filled the hall, standing before the stacks of logs and planks that lined the edges, and leaving only the raised dais where the throne sat, a path for him to get there, and the very centre clear. Everyone was in their finest, varying colours among them, but red was predominant among them. Honouring a leader. It sickened him to know that some only wore it to curry favour with him, as their next King, but he couldn’t think of that now.

His buir’s body lay in repose in the centre of the room, resting on a wooden stretcher and her hands clutching her sword to her chest. She was wearing the armour she had died in, the reason she had worn it in fact; the only difference was that her helm was in place, the visor down to cover her face. She looked ready to do battle, as all good leaders should. As Din stepped up to the dais, he hoped he could follow her example.

He stopped before the throne and turned, though he did not sit down --- for he had not yet been crowned and was still only a Prince in the eyes of the world, despite his vows the day before -- and looked over the crowd. His magic thrummed through him, urging him to sit, but he resisted, determined to pass this test.

"The Witch King is dead," he said, projecting his voice so that all could hear. "Nu kyr'adyc, Shi taab,echaaj'la."

"Aay'han!" came the reply of a hundred voices as one.

Din briefly bowed his head in thanks, wishing he could be wearing the royal helm so he wouldn't have to struggle with keeping his emotions from showing on his face.

"Today we mark the end of Mand'alor the Beloved's reign, and we prepare for the beginning of her son's, long may he reign," Saruk cried, their voice booming in an enviable manner. "Let it be known that the Trials for the new Protector shall begin two weeks hence."

There was some muttering and shifting amongst the crowd, the excitement that had been carefully hidden away bubbling to the surface.

"The Witch King is dead," Din proclaimed again, bringing their attention back to where it should be. "Nu kyr'adyc, Shi taab,echaaj'la."

"Aay'han!"

He saw Cara in the sea of faces, the familiarity of it a balm to his battered nerves, and he set his shoulders.

"Today we send this Verd to her rest," he continued. "With fire shall she be revered. I shall light the flame.” He stepped forward, his magic building within him, but he pushed it down. Not yet.

“We shall carry her,” Saruk proclaimed, moving to one of the four corners of the stretcher. As she did, three others stepped forth from the crowd; the captain of the castle guard, a man still in his prime by the name of Veronar, moved to stand at the front right, next to Saruk’s position. A second man, Greef Karga, whom had served in the wars that Mandalor had faced at the Witch King’s side and acted as a close friend, took another corner. The third and last addition to the Protector was the Armourer, a woman of great mystery and even greater skill. She would be the one to forge Din’s royal helm, and there was none other whom he would trust with such a task.

As Din stepped around the body, he kept his eyes forward, the movement of the crowd only a blur as the guards moved into place around them and the doors opened.

The ward was lined with servants, each of them bearing their patches of red, and each and every one of them bowed as he passed. Most of them hadn’t the fabric or wages to spare for full garments, but a sash about the waist or around the neck was still a greater honour to the Prince than the pageantry he’d witnessed within the keep. There was one figure that wore more red than he’d expected though.

Cobb Vanth, the stable hand, was stood to the right, his shirt a deep burgundy and his scarf a bright blood red. He bowed, just as all others had, but not before Din had managed to catch his red rimmed eyes. The sight caught him by surprise, and it brought him a sense of comfort. He knew that the loss of his buir was a harsh blow to more than just himself, but he hadn’t seen it, not even in Saruk. He knew that it was what was expected, that they had to remain strong until they could pass on their duty to the next, but it still made him feel like he’d been grieving alone. To see tears in another’s eyes was a balm to his broken spirit.

The thought remained with him as he led the procession on, his pace slow as he walked out of the castle and up to the hill upon which a pyre had been prepared. The people had followed him, the old aided by the young, the rich alongside the poor, and as Mand’alor the Beloved was set upon her pire and he stood watch, many of them set items beside her. They set herbs, flowers and cloth. Carvings of animals and armour. Scrolls and stones. Din watched with some confusion as Cobb set a broken shovel handle against the bundles of kindling, but could tell its importance from the hesitant reluctance he bore at parting with it.

It was the moments like these that told him just how loved his mother had been by her people, and as the last of the gifts had been deposited, he drew himself tall one more time.

“Ni su’cuyi, gar kyr’adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum, Kovra Djarin.”

With that, he drew upon the power within him, and set a spark in the dry kindling deep in the pyre.

The fire caught easily, the wood having been treated and readied especially for this moment, and soon Mand’alor the Beloved was consumed. The heat of it was intense, but it would be many hours yet before she was gone. It wouldn’t be until the embers were smouldering, as the sun was kissing the horizon, that Din would look up to see who had remained.

Each of the four pallbearers remained, stoic and staid at his sides. The guards, of course, were still stationed at their posts around them all to protect them, and Cara stood nearby. There were a few other nobles, though not many, and a small handful of smallfolk and servants, but across from him, fresh tears running down his cheeks as he stared into the embers and ashes, was Cobb Vanth.

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Mando'a Translations:

Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum -- "I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal"—Daily remembrance of those passed on, followed by the names of those being remembered

Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la -- "Not gone, merely marching far away"—; Mandalorian phrase for the departed

aay'han -- bittersweet moment of mourning and joy; "remembering and celebration"

Verd -- warrior or soldier

Chapter 4

[tinknevertalks]

Chapters: 44/? Fandom: Sanctuary (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Helen Magnus/Nikola Tesla Characters: Helen Magnus, Nikola Tesla, Ashley Magnus, Henry Foss, Abby Corrigan Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Strictly Come Dancing Fusion, Fictober 2020, Hints at past domestic abuse, additional trigger warnings in author's notes, Child death (historic) Summary: Helen Magnus competes to win. Nikola's just helping her along.

[farleymoon]

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: ワンパンマン | One-Punch Man Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Genos/Saitama (One-Punch Man), Genos & Saitama (One-Punch Man) Characters: Saitama (One-Punch Man), Genos (One-Punch Man), Dr. Kuseno (One-Punch Man), Pig God (One-Punch Man), Lightspeed Flash | Flashy Flash, Hero Association (One-Punch Man), Original Characters, Tatsumaki (One-Punch Man), Amai Mask | Sweet Mask, Mumen Rider | License-less Rider Additional Tags: Murder, Minor Character Death, Police, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Kissing, Interrogation, but all legal, First Time, First Kiss, character illness but not really, Mention of Elder Abuse, On the Run Summary:

It doesn't seem fair that the exact moment Genos and Saitama seal their new found relationship with a kiss, that their lives should start to fall apart. But that's exactly what happens when someone they love is found murdered and Genos is the prime suspect.

[official-impravidus]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Harley Keener & Peter Parker, Betty Brant & Harley Keener, Michelle Jones & Harley Keener Characters: Harley Keener, Peter Parker, Harley Keener's Sister, Betty Brant, Michelle Jones Additional Tags: Theatre, Alternate Universe - Theatre, Alternate Universe - Actors, Actors, Photography, Photographer Peter Parker, Musical References, one bed, Snowed In, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Banter, Teen Romance, Precious Peter Parker, Harley Keener & Peter Parker Friendship, Harley Keener-centric, Peter Parker is Trying His Best, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Humor, Fluff and Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Tooth-Rotting Fluff Summary:

Harley Keener never meant to be the lead of Midtown's spring production of The Little Mermaid, but when he sees the theatre photographer, Peter Parker, he realizes that it may not all be bad.

[trans-batkids]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Robin (Comics), Red Robin (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Genderbending, Trans Tim Drake, Trans Bruce Wayne, Trans Male Character, Trans Female Character, Female Bruce Wayne, Coming Out, Family Bonding, Tim Drake is Robin, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, batmom Summary:

It’s Tim’s first day of Robin training. But first, he and Brianna need to have to have a talk.

[what-even-is-thiss]

(credit for this mud fic’s basic idea goes to the clever anon that visited my ask box today)

“What did you say, Patton?” Logan asked, puzzled.

“I said that nothing actually has a point, Logan.” Patton said cheerily.

“Are you... covering up again? Somehow?” Logan asked.

Just then Virgil walked in.

“Well, it’s a pretty nice day.” he remarked.

“What?” Logan asked.

“Yeah it looks pretty great. I think today is gonna go well for us.” Virgil said in his usual tone.

“That... was that sarcasm?” Logan asked.

“Nope. It’s just a really nice day. Perfect, even.”

“I thought it actually looked kind of bleak.” Morality replied happily.

Logan stood swaying on the spot.

[botanistlester]

Life in Death

Summary: Dan, the God of Death, and Phil, the God of Life, have sex. Except sometimes, embarrassing things happen while Dan has Phil's cock in his ass. Word Count: 3815 Warnings: smut, second hand embarrassment A/N: this is a companion to A Dance With Death and The Flower of Life, but it’s not necessary to read those first to read this. I... have no words. Truly. Y'all liked my death god fics so much that you guys wanted another sequel. Except, you wanted a SMUT sequel. And not just that, but you wanted a sequel where Dan turned into a skeleton during sex. I hate all of you so much. Don't say I don't give the people what you want. So here it is. The most anticipated fic I've ever written. Just in time for autumn as well!

Voted Best Comedy in the phanfic awards 2017!

Read it On AO3!

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Dan loved everything about Phil. He loved the way his black hair shimmers in the sunlight, the way his smile got so large that his tongue poked out from his teeth. He loved how Phil had a bright aura around him, shining so brightly as if he were the sun itself. He just loved Phil. A lot. And he wasn’t ashamed to admit it.

But the one thing that Dan liked the most about Phil was his performance in bed.

Over the past few thousand years, Dan’s learned that Phil is amazing in bed. He didn’t know whether that was because he had a lot of practice on Dan, or if he’d had a lot of practice while he was still alive. He had been a prince after all; do princes screw around a lot?

Dan didn’t know, but either way, he was grateful to have Phil all to himself now. He was grateful that he could have Phil fuck him into the mattress for the rest of eternity. Dan was truly a lucky man.

Like now, Dan was incredibly lucky to have Phil kissing down his neck, sucking and biting at his skin to leave red marks in his wake. Phil had this thing where he wanted everyone to know that Dan was owned, that Dan was his for now and forever. Plus, they really enjoyed when Theos would look at the marks and make that disgusted face, just because he hated the thought of Dan and Phil being happy together. It made a thrill go through them at the thought of that.

Phil was so soft, so loving and gentle when he dealt tried to make Dan feel good. His lips were warm against Dan’s cool skin, leaving trails of fire behind that made Dan completely melt underneath him. He was already coming apart at the seams, but that was just what Phil could do to him, he supposed. Dan reckoned that Phil could just blow him a kiss and Dan would probably faint from sheer happiness.

Phil nuzzled his nose along Dan’s chin, breathing against his neck. It made his lips brush against the skin and Dan whimpered, tilting his head to the side to allow Phil more access. Goosebumps rose along Dan’s skin, and Phil chuckled, kissing his throat. “Feel good already?” he accentuated his words with a grind downwards, making Dan squeak as their cocks pressed together deliciously.

A swarm of heat took over Dan’s body, and he couldn’t tell if it was because he did feel good, or because he was just completely embarrassed. “Mm,” Dan breathed, his eyes fluttering shut as Phil bit down on his collarbone, then ground down once more. It was sort of like a game. Bite, grind, bite, grind. It was driving Dan wild.

Dan was already a sweating mess underneath Phil, panting and moaning at the ministrations. Phil’s tongue was talented, that’s for sure, and he definitely knew what made Dan tick, knew the way Dan would squeal if he flicked his tongue over the nub of his nipple, or how Dan’s eyes would roll if he tugged at his hair the right way. In Dan’s opinion, Phil was the best person in the entire universe to have in bed. But maybe Dan was also biased because he’d never been with someone else in such a way before.

It’s no wonder why Phil was the God of Life. Because he was certainly bringing life to Dan’s dick right then.

Phil’s fingers, so slim and steady despite the way Dan was quivering under his touch, unclasped Dan’s cloak. He let it fall over Dan’s shoulders, and Dan sat up so he could take off his undershirt as well, leaving him bare-chested and completely vulnerable. It’d been awhile since anyone aside from Phil had seen Dan unclothed, and he definitely didn’t miss the days when he was a human and clothes weren’t yet a thing.

Now whenever Dan had his clothes off, it seemed to only result in Phil touching him all over, palms hot and heavy on his skin, fingers dancing along the insides of his thighs, gently caressing every inch that Phil could reach.

He always started with those fingers. He would pull at Dan’s hair and inch his way under Dan’s cloak, scritching his nails down Dan’s sides to make him squirm. His lips would soon join, hotly kissing Dan and letting his tongue slip into Dan’s mouth while those sinful fingers fiddled with the button on Dan’s trousers.

“You okay, love?” Phil asked, because Dan had spaced out, his eyes half closed and glossy. He was staring at Phil’s ceiling, the way the galaxy moved in a spiral motion, but he wasn’t actually seeing any of it. He was lost in Phil’s touch, the way Phil was leaning over him, their chests firmly pressed together and one of Phil’s legs between Dan’s thigh. His knee was rubbing circular motions into Dan’s crotch to stimulate him, and it was working.

Damn, Phil knew how to work Dan up.

“So good,” Dan rasped out, leaning into Phil’s touch as he caressed his face with gentle fingers.

Phil was looking at him with an expression of heated fondness, of love, and it was making Dan feel a bit dizzy. “Can I keep going?” Phil asked softly, and Dan didn’t have to be asked twice before he was nodding violently.

And then Phil was kissing him again, nipping at his lips, his thumbs pulling down Dan’s trousers. They had to part so Dan could kick them off, and Phil took full advantage to strip at that time as well, revealing the beautiful expanse of skin that Dan loved so much.

He was pale. So, so pale. He seemed to radiate some sort of light, and he had freckles that dotted along his shoulders that Dan liked to connect with a string of kisses. Dan reached for him again so he could do just that, nipping at his shoulders because he’s always had a fascination with bite marks. Especially bite marks he’d left in Phil’s skin.

One of Dan’s favourite things in the entire universe was being naked with Phil. He liked how Phil’s body was so soft and warm. Dan liked to grab onto his love handles, liked to give them a little squeeze as he ground their dicks together, creating a delicious friction that made them both moan. Phil was so warm against Dan, and Dan focused on the way their chests slid together and the way his own cock was already dripping precum, making a mess out of both he and Phil.

“You’re so wet already,” Phil purred into Dan’s ear, and Dan could do nothing but moan as Phil’s hand finally wrapped around his cock. His thumb swiped through the precum gathered at the tip, and he used that as lube to give his cock a couple of jerks. “You’re so pliant already, too. So hard. Have you been thinking about this all day again?”

Dan moaned, bucked into Phil’s hand, and nodded. “Want you,” he begged, and Phil tsked at him, kissing him softly. The kiss was such a contrast to how he had been handling Dan originally, but Dan always liked a tad of gentleness thrown in there so he didn’t mind. Of course he didn’t.

Phil pushed Dan into the bed, put nearly all of his weight onto him to keep him pinned there. His legs were on either side of Dan’s hips, and Dan kicked a bit out of frustration as Phil took his hand away from his dick. But his frustration didn’t last long before Phil was wrapping his fist around both of their cocks and jerking them off in time together. “A little foreplay never hurt anybody,” Phil reprimanded him. “Be patient. It’s not gonna kill you, you know.”

The joke fell flat in Dan’s current state. The sensation of Phil’s cock pressed up tight against his was almost too much for him. Phil’s dick was such a wonderful thing, in Dan’s opinion. It was thick and a tad longer than Dan’s, which was perfect. That also meant that when Phil was jerking them both off, Dan could feel the head of his cock nudging right beneath the head of Phil’s, creating an entirely different sensation. Phil was leaking precum too, and it made for a great lube. The thought of their cum mixing together, Phil’s hand using it as lube to jerk them both off, made Dan’s toes curl and his head throw back against the pillow.

“Ph- Phil, please,” Dan gasped out. He felt as though he were suffocating. “Please just fuck me already. I need you so bad.”

Phil hummed, thinking about it. His hand came to a slow, steady pace, which made Dan whine even more. He tried to squirm, but Phil kept him trapped firmly in place with his own body. “Suck me off first,” Phil ordered. “I need your pretty little lips wrapped around my dick. Suck the life out of me, yeah?”

Through his haze, Dan picked up on the pun and he glared at his lover, shaking his head. “Now’s not the time for stupid pun- oh!” Dan gasped out suddenly, stopping mid sentence as Phil’s hand went a bit lower until he was pressing a dry finger against Dan’s entrance.

He rubbed a little bit at the rippled skin, rubbing circles there to stimulate Dan as he ground their cocks together. “Don’t talk back to me,” Phil ordered, and Dan nodded. “But since you’re so impatient today, I’ll let you off a bit and finger your pretty hole while you suck my cock.”

Dan could have shouted for joy at that very moment. He scrambled out from under Phil to grab the lube from his bedside table, tossing it at him. “You don’t want me to morph into a girl today, right?” Dan teased, because they’d tried that once and it was one of the strangest experiences of Dan’s life.

Phil dropped the dominating act for a moment and let out a giggle, shaking his head. “Shut the fuck up! I’m trying to be sexy,” he whined. Dan didn’t want to make him smug, so he didn’t mention that it was definitely working. As usual. “I just want you as your pretty self today. You’re perfect.”

Dan didn’t dare mention that his actual self was a skeleton, because then that’d probably ruin the mood. So instead, he stayed quiet and climbed on top of Phil, knees on either side of Phil’s shoulders and his own face inches away from Phil’s delicious cock.

“Ready, love?” Phil asked quietly, and Dan gave his consent by taking the tip of Phil’s cock into his mouth.

He moaned at the taste. The wonderful saltiness exploding on his tongue. Phil was arguably one of the tastiest things in the universe, and Dan could probably suck him off for hours if his jaw didn’t lock up from Phil’s girth.

He sucked Phil down with vigour, his tongue laving at the skin, lapping at the precum that collected at the tip. Meanwhile, Phil lubed up his fingers and began to tease Dan’s rim before pushing his index finger inside.

Dan pulled off of Phil’s dick slightly to let out a breath, nuzzling into Phil’s thigh. He always loved Phil’s fingers, how they were so long and delicate and knew exactly where to press that would make Dan keen. Phil pressed kisses to Dan’s inner thighs, occasionally biting, and Dan could feel his own cock absolutely dripping with anticipation.

“Keep sucking,” Phil murmured against his skin, and Dan couldn’t disobey. He shuddered as Phil crooked his fingers in just the right spot, pressing against his walls, before he inserted another finger to stretch Dan open.

Dan took Phil in his mouth again, taking in as much as he could. Phil’s hips bucked slightly, forcing him just that little bit further into Dan’s mouth until his dick was nudging the back of Dan’s throat. Dan gagged, but he refused to cough even though his eyes were watering. He liked this. He liked choking on Phil’s dick. It made him even wetter, if possible.

Phil finally inserted the third and final finger, beginning to scissor Dan open. It made him feel more prepared, like he was completely ready to take Phil’s dick. He knew that this was going to make him see stars, and he couldn’t deny how wonderfully excited he was. But then again, he was always a slut for Phil’s dick.

“Think you’re ready for me?” Phil asked again, patting Dan's thigh. He kissed Dan’s asscheek too, a friendly and loving peck that made Dan feel warm all over. He was such a good partner to have in bed, one that truly cared about what his partner was feeling and wanting.

Dan’s answer came in the form of scrambling off of Phil and turning himself around. He laid on top of Phil, his expression wanton and full of love. He probably looked like everything that Death wasn’t. Rosy cheeked, eyes full of fondness, completely falling apart at the seams. A horny Death.

Phil cupped his cheeks with both of his hands and kissed him, their lips moulding together and making Dan feel whole. Phil was his other half, and being with him like this was the absolute best thing in the world. They kissed for another moment, Dan’s eyes watering for no reason other than the fact that he was so full of adoration, until they became too antsy. Phil needed to be inside of Dan. Right now.

Dan didn’t want to think about the last time when they’d waited to have sex and Theos had decided to kill someone off in that moment, forcing Dan to disappear out of the room with a suddenly-empty ass, and a Phil who had to finish himself off with a lonely hand.

Dan reached behind him and grabbed Phil’s dick, lubing it up and guiding it to his hole. He felt the tip circling his rim, and he quivered in anticipation. Phil leaned up and kissed his cheek as he pressed in, stretching Dan wide to accommodate his size. Dan moaned and dropped his head, his eyelashes fluttering and his chest turning the same shade as cherry blossoms. Phil was whispering in his ear, telling him how good he felt, how well he was doing, how Dan took his cock so well.

Dan lowered himself until Phil had completely bottomed out, buried inside of him to the hilt. Dan could feel inch by inch pressing against his wall, so warm, making him so full. He always became the biggest baby whenever Phil’s dick was inside of him, babbling and whimpering, actual tears sometimes falling down his cheeks. He just couldn’t help it Dan had truly never known pleasure until he’d first had Phil inside of him.

“Can I move?” Phil murmured after a moment, and Dan could tell that he was struggling to stay still. His hips were quivering, and Dan could feel his dick pulsing inside of him, his hands squeezing tight to Dan’s hips.

“Please,” Dan choked out, and then Phil let himself go.

His hands, that were originally grabbing onto Dan’s hips, were now wrapped around the small of Dan’s back. Dan fell forward and Phil held him to him, keeping him in place as he pulled out slowly, oh so slowly, before slamming back inside. Dan could have sworn his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he made the squeakiest noise ever, something between a moan and a whimper. It was just that Phil was pressing into him so well, and it made him want to just let Phil pound into him for all of eternity.

If only the other gods could see Dan now. He probably looked like Adoré with his doey eyes and rosy cheeks. He was certainly as loud as Leonidas and Theos whenever they were fucking, and he had no doubt that they were going to get called out as soon as they left the room. Lucky for them, they didn’t have to see all of the marks Phil had left in his wake, literally Dan’s chest and thighs. He always made sure to wear his cloak hood extra high those days, because Phil apparently couldn’t maintain a serious work demeanor and not leave marks on him. The other gods always liked to take bets on who would top in their relationship, most of them agreeing that Dan would definitely be the one topping considering how edgy he was. Little did they know, Dan actually liked having Phil’s monster cock shoved inside of his ass.

Phil held Dan down, biting into his collarbone, as he slammed his hips up in just the right way that made Dan keen. He hit a spot inside of Dan that made him arch his back, giving his own neglected cock some friction. He was leaking all over their stomachs, so wet, but they didn’t pay any mind to it as Phil continued to pound into him.

“Ph-Phil-!” Dan whined, burying his hot face into Phil’s neck. The emotions, the sensations, were getting to be too much for him and he started to cry, the tears dripping down his cheeks and landing on Phil’s naked shoulders. He wasn’t crying because he was in pain, no, but because it just felt so good that he couldn’t keep it in any longer.

Phil grunted and released his arms from around Dan’s back. He flipped them over to give them a new angle, so he could hit Dan’s prostate with each thrust, so that he was pounding so deep inside of Dan that Dan began to writhe. “You good?” Phil moaned, kissing Dan’s forehead. He always did this when Dan started crying, although by now he was definitely aware that Dan wasn’t crying because he wanted to stop.

“Mhm,” Dan managed to get out, but his eyes were glossy and he couldn’t seem to keep his hips still. He reached between his legs to give himself some much needed relief, the touch making him seeing stars. He was arching his back, his head thrown back, his eyes closed, and his mouth was gaping open with pleasure.

“Stay still,” Phil whined, and he grabbed Dan’s hips again to keep him in place. With that, he didn’t take mercy on Dan. He began to slam into him so hard that the headboard rattled against the wall and the sounds of their thighs slapping together.

At this point, Dan was far gone. All he could focus on was the pleasure that had taken over his body, making him boneless, making him a creature of pleasure. He felt like a succubus, taking energy in the form of sex, taking energy from Phil’s dick. He was close already and it bothered him because he wanted to keep going forever. But he couldn’t, and that sucked.

Thankfully, Phil was close too, and Dan could tell by the way that his hips had started to stutter, his thrusts becoming sloppy. He had this beautiful red blush over his cheeks and his aura glowed so bright that Dan could barely keep his eyes open anymore. Well, he had already been having trouble keeping his eyes opened due to pleasure, but this was certainly adding to it.

With one more thrust into Dan’s prostate, Dan inhaled a breath, and then let out a long whine as he started to cum. His vision went completely white and his head dropped onto the pillow. He was moaning, gasping, writhing on the bed, and not even Phil’s hands on his hips could keep him still. He was completely at peace, the best feeling in the world had just hit him like a freight train.

He didn’t even realise that his skin had melted away with his good vibes until Phil began to groan in frustration, even though there was a little bit of laughter coming out of his throat as well.

Dan cracked open his eyes and looked down, to see that his physical body had dissipated, leaving behind a skeleton, and Phil had literally came on his bones. Where his ass used to be was now just his pelvic bone. Thankfully, Phil had pulled away before any harm could come to him and that beautiful dick, but apparently he had been so close to orgasm that he couldn’t hold it back.

Now, Dan was a skeleton. A skeleton with a smatter of white cum smeared all over his pelvic bone. And the only thing he could think was not again.

“I’m so sorry!” Dan squeaked, scrambling up. He tried to conjure up his physical form again, but he was still theoretically boneless and couldn’t wrap his head around what had happened, so his body stubbornly stayed in his natural form.

Phil didn’t seem to care. He was laughing so hard that his face had gone bright red and his eyes were shining like the aura surrounding him. He was still naked, his cock growing soft, still slick with cum and lube. “I can’t believe-!” he started, shaking his head and bursting into another round of laughter.

Dan glared at him and sat up enough so that he could smack Phil with his boney hand. “Shut the fuck up! You know I can’t help it sometimes!”

It didn’t stop the laughter. Phil was laughing as he grabbed a towel. He was laughing as he wet it under the sink. And he was laughing as he came over to start to clean off Dan’s bones so he was free of cum. And other sticky substances.

Dan just pouted as best as he could and sat back, allowing Phil to clean him up. When Dan had gotten enough time to relax his brain and gain his breath back, only then was he able to conjure up his physical form, glaring at Phil as the laughing continued.

“You are the worst person ever,” Dan told him flatly. “I never should have saved your ass all those years ago if you were going to make fun of me for something like this.”

Phil snorted and sat next to him on the bed. He opened his arms wide, and because Dan was weak, he cuddled into his arms with only a grumble and a sad whine. Phil was just really warm and he appreciated it so much because Dan, himself, was pretty cold in comparison. “You know I love you,” Phil said. HIs voice was so tender that it made Dan melt. Not literally this time, thankfully.

Dan sighed but leaned up to kiss Phil on the lips. “I love you too. Especially because you don’t blink an eye when I turn to a skeleton during sex.”

“I definitely think it’s weird, but I love you so I put up with it.”

[bloody-moonlight]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Dean/Sam, Dean Winchester/John Winchester, John Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester Additional Tags: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Hurt, Pre series, selfharm, Violence, Bad Parenting, Mutual Pining, teenage love, First Love Summary:

In a summer night, Dean fell in love with his little Sammy. But he quickly learned, that he wasn't worth more, than a quick fuck- especially to his father. When they took on a case in Elizabethville, it didn't seem to be more strange than their usual work. But the small town threatened to grip their dirty secrets thighs and hurl them up from the dark waters of the Winchester family. Will their dainty balance hold or crash and burn under the pressure of love and hurt?

[mallowwrites]

A Heart’s Thoughts - Arc Teasers

A/N: This is a repost from my main blog @fluffyyeollie because I’m busy moving all my writing to this account. Please show it once again lots of love. Any likes/reblogs/comments would be highly appreciated.

 This fic will only be posted if the teasers have a minimal of 10 notes each.

First Arc

Title: A Heart’s Thoughts Pairing: Chanyeol x Cecilia Main Genres: Romance, angst, action

Arc Teaser:

Everyone has their own two powers, but it’s up to luck whether you’ll end up being tortured for it or not.

Welcome to our little Empowered village, the place where you’ll learn to use your powers for good- or, that’s what we were told.

“I’m sorry to ask but, are you blind?” “No, I’m Cecilia, nice to meet you, too.”

“Chanyeol!” The boy collapsed and fell on his knees, but his hair was knotted in someone’s fist. “Are you still so brave now?”

“We can’t let this go on. People are dying!” His expression became blank as he put his hands in his pockets and turned away, “That’s not my problem.”

“Where are you going?! Are you really going to abandon us like this?!”

“Don’t you dare die on me Park Chanyeol,” she clutched onto the bloodied cloth as she pushed it harder on his wound, fighting back the tears that were burning in her eyes. “I really won’t forgive you if you do!”

Second Arc

Title: Distorted Pairing: Jongdae x ???? Main genres: Psychological, romance, angst

Arc Teaser:

What if, our world is dying?

“Say, has there ever been a time when your powers malfunctioned?”

“I think the future isn’t so bright anymore.”

“There must be an explanation for why I’m seeing these things, if it isn’t the us here, then it must be somewhere else!”

“I think we need to save other worlds in order for ours to survive.”

“Are you really going?” “Well, it’s either me going for a short while, or you going forever.”

Third Arc

Title: A Light That Doesn’t Shine Pairing: Baekhyun x ???? Main Genres: ANGST, romance, ANGST

Arc Teaser:

He grabbed the cop’s collar and pushed him against a nearby wall, “I’m asking you what you did with her!”

“I’m joining the government.”

“Is this where you’ve been hiding all along?”

“You’re so good at hiding, yet I always seem to find you.”

“No..” her eyes widened and she put her hands over her mouth, “Baekhyun… no…” she took a few more steps back until she bumped into a sturdy chest and felt a strong arm wrap around her, and something sharp and cold touch her neck, “getting close to him has been your biggest mistake so far.”

“I love you..” and the breathing stopped.

Fourth Arc

Title: Last Try Pairing: Junmyeon x ???? Main Genres: Psychological, romance, action, angst

Arc Teaser:

Who knew the past could be this dissatisfying?

“I’m not okay with this.”

“You’re back?”

“Remember our friends? I think we’ve lost about half of them.”

“I can’t believe I let him be corrupted like that.”

“I’m going to change everything.”

She opened her eyes and looked up to see a familiar ceiling, the one in the school’s infirmary. “Oh my god you’re awake?! I’m so sorry for that incident earlier!” She turned her head and saw his face, so sweet, so intelligent, so innocent. “I’m sorry, let me introduce myself, I’m Kim Ju-” “Junmyeon. Kim Junmyeon. I know.”

This is my chance to safe everyone, please let me succeed. This is my first and last chance.

[catherine-2014-tv]

I am getting ready to begin posting S2 eps this Thursday (the 15th), but while we wait for that...we have an AO3 canonical for this show!

So why not read or write some fanfic in anticipation of season 2? ;D

[nathanielzalexandria]

Dramione vague prompt thingy for a story I may never write.

Hermione is a Quidditch cheerleader.

This may not sound that original but listen:

A few years back I was reading a lot of cheerleading Dramione fics. Within my preferred ratings of course (M and up). And I was slightly peeved at what I found. The writing was good for the most part but it was the content that I was annoyed with.

1. Ginny gives up Quidditch to cheerleader (why)

2. The cheerleading takes place on the ground. Quidditch stands are high up to get a good view.

3. It was always muggle. No magic whatsoever

Personally, I have no problem with muggle cheerleading, I was once a cheerleader myself. When it's a non-magical AU I support it. Get technical with me baby!

Buy its the ones in canon settings that forget that magic exists to incorporate it with the cheerleading. There should be spell casting and charms specific to cheerleading with wand movements that need to be moved a particular way with the gymnastic stuff. Routines on a levitating platform by both team cheerleaders to stir up the crowds before matches. Pretty and colourful group magic everywhere.

Go wild! It's a world with natural magic systems. And the idea of cheerleaders aren't too far off the veela and leprechaun mascots from the Quidditch world cup in Goblet of Fire.

[suckmybigtoeaynrand]

Finally updated my little fic! Not sure how I feel about but I would love to hear what you think!

[secretlynestaarcheron]

Day Seven Of Angstmas: Nessian

I am actually obsessed with this song, Personal Best by Maisie Peters, so here is a Nessian au that is inspired by the song. 

Two Blue Bikes 

Nesta lifts the garage, a cloud of dust pouring out around her. Once her mother died when she was fourteen, her father packaged up her mother’s things and shoved them into the garage while the girls were at school. They were forbidden to enter, leaving the garage and their mother’s things to rot. 

Now, twelve years later her alcoholic of a father had passed away from an overdose. Feyre, Elain, and Nesta all came for the funeral. Feyre leaving the day of, Elain staying two days after, and Nesta had stay. She didn’t know why. She had made a life of herself across the country but while sitting her father’s old chair she realized no one was waiting for her. 

As the oldest, the house went to her since their father hadn’t bother to make a will and neither of the other sister’s wanted it. Nesta caved to fix it up, craved the feeling of when her mother was alive. 

After running to the store for new paint and tools, she sat in the driveway. Her eyes glistening as she looked at the garage. She sat there for what felt like hours, twiddling her thumbs with a shadow of a smile. 

The next morning, bright and early, she put on her mother’s old gardening clothes, worn down overalls with a N,E,F patch fading on the top, as well as her mother’s old boots. She lifted the garage the cloud of dust, she swallowed as she caught sight of the blue bike against the far wall right in front of her. 

Cassian she thought, a ghost of a smile on her face as she closed the distance and put her hand on the leather that was worn out from all the adventures he had dragged her on. 

While her life fell apart his was just beginning. She handled death poorly, it was her Achilles heel. When her childhood dog had passed away, she had pushed him away for three days but he knocked on her door and forced her out. She remembered that day like it was yesterday. It was 9 o’clock, they grabbed their bikes and he took her to the city. 

“Try this,” he says, lifting his arms out around him and lifting his head the sky, screaming into the void of darkness around them. She shook her head, a smile on her face, Cassian was fearless. He gripped his handles, turning back towards her while a smile and a twinkle in his eye. “Go ahead, try it!” 

She bite her lip, lifting one hand, her balanced flickered slightly, but she regained it quickly, she followed with the other hand. “There you go!” he yells, but she can barely hear him. Her hair flowing around her, as the wind whipped around her. She felt free, she looked down and caught his eye. He looked at her like she was the world. Sometimes he made her feel like it. 

When they were fourteen, her mother passed away, he couldn’t bring her out of it this time. He worked every day, begging her to come outside, to go to their special place, but she couldn’t move. Months flew by like swallows to the sea, eventually he came less and less until it was just her. 

He would call, hoping it would help but in the end all it did was hurt her more. She started picking herself back up, hating the person she had let herself become. 

Nesta took in the flat tire and the scraped seat from something falling on top of it and set it down and went back to work. It took her three days to filter through her mothers stuff, figuring out what each sister could keep and watch could be scrapped. 

She held a sale two days later, rolling out the bike as best she could and leaning it against one of the tables her neighbors allowed her to borrow. “How could you get rid of that?” 

She pushes hair out of her face, looking up her, her blue eyes meeting a familiar hazel. She smiles, standing straight, “It doesn’t seem to work anymore.” she counters. 

He chuckles, the sound bring her home, “Nothing I couldn't handle.”  He moves forward, reaching for the handle the same time she did. Their hands grazing one another. “It’s good to see you, Nes.” 

“It’s good to see you too, Cas,” she says, her heart feeling full, her mind at ease. He was always her personal best. 

[fanfictionfaberrycentral]

Hola, terminé mi primer smut en español de Supercorp para Supercorp-Tober2019, que se va a publicar en el cap 2, estoy muy emocionada...

27. Smut

Ocurrió dos días después, Lena al tener un día ocupadísimo y muy descorazonador fue al lugar de Kara a estar con su prometida. Ella no estaba, todavía estaba atascada en CatCo con un último reportaje. Lena esperó hasta las 10 pm y su bebé no venía, preparó comida y espero con la televisión prendida, venciéndola el cansancio.

Así fue cómo la encontró Kara, dormida con su pijama favorita, una polera larga de Kara y un short corto con el pelo recogido en un moño.

Ella quiso cargarla suavemente para llevarla a la cama para que descanse, más Lena se levantó, haciendo esa cosa adorable que hacía con su nariz y un ruidito riquísimo al ver a su Kara, al igual que su mirada cambiaba de recansada y adormilada a emocionada y ensoñadora al ver que su bebé había llegado sana y salva a casa.

Kara todavía estaba en su vestido, con tacones y con sus lentes, a diferencia de Lena que estaba descalza con polera y un short corto.

-          Hey bebé, ¿quieres que te cargue para que duermas?, luces muy cansada amor – preguntó con una mano en la mejilla de Lena. Ella negó con la cabeza.

-          Amor, quiero hacer el amor contigo – dijo adorablemente dándole un beso en la punta de la nariz a Kara.

-          Pero bebé, luces muy cansada, has tenido un día de mierda, y yo también estoy agotada. No te podría hacer justicia, quiero que sea especial – dijo sabiendo que Lena debía estar muy agotada y realmente hacerlo con pétalos de rosas y en un sitio más sexy que su cama sin tender.

-          Por favor bebé, te necesito. Necesito esto, te amo mucho, sólo quiero ser una contigo, y será especial porque estaremos juntas – dijo ella haciendo su puchero recién descubierto, que sabía que Kara no podía negarle y así fue Kara lanzó un gran suspiro y soltó los papeles que traía en una mano al suelo.

-          Lee te puedo decir que también estoy asustada – susurró ella, por el tema que habían hablado antes de sus superpoderes.

-          Confió en ti plenamente amor, confía en ti también – dijo ella antes de darle un beso dulce a los labios, parada de puntitas con ambas manos en las mejillas de su bebé.

Kara hizo el amague de quitarse los tacones y la ropa y Lena no la dejó – No, no, no, eso es mi trabajo amor.

-          Pero estas muy agotada

-          Nunca para ti amor – susurró ella.

Lena tomó la mano de su amor y se la llevó al dormitorio. Ella le quitó los tacos, y le sacó el vestido, deleitándose por la ropa interior blanca de su bebé.

Ella empezó a besar a Kara y la tendió sobre la cama. Empezó por poner un beso suave detrás de la oreja dónde le sacó suspiros a Kara, deleitándose de esto y con una sonrisa lobuna, mordió el lóbulo de su oreja, chupándolo, halándolo.

-          Te ves muy sexy amor – susurró ella directamente sobre su oído.

Y fue bajando desde ahí, esparciendo besos sobre su cuello, clavícula y el valle de sus pechos, pidiendo permiso para quitarle el brazier, cosa que Kara hizo rompiéndolo y arrojándolo a cada extremo del dormitorio causando una risa adorable en Lena.

-          Te amo tanto Kar

-          Te amo demasiado mi Lee

Lena con una mano iba jugando con sus abdominales, y mientras la otra iba jugando con el seno izquierdo, ya que su boca estaba muy ocupada con el seno derecho, mordiéndolo, besándolo, amasándolo, tirando de sus pezones erectos y cuándo lograba esto con uno, pasaba al otro, causando que Kara emita muchos gemidos deliciosos que sólo hacía envalentonar más a Lena.

-          Estás deliciosa bebé – susurraba ella, descendiendo y repartiendo muchos besos por su esternón, llegando a sus abdominales, chupándolos, mordiéndolos, arañándolos.

-          Mierda Lee – decía Kara entre gemidos, retorciéndose, necesitando de más – por favor Lee, por favor, te necesito.

Lena fue bajando más, arrastrándose por su Kara. Besando el hueso de su cadera, pidiendo permiso para mover esa ropa interior que tenía un parche ya muy mojado.

Lena le dio un beso justo ahí, mirando a su bebé, que estaba muy sonrojada, con las pupilas dilatadas y haciendo los ruiditos más deliciosos que se pudiera imaginar.

Lee se separó de ella cogiendo su ropa interior y deslizándola muy lento, provocando más a Kara.

-          Mierda Lee, más rápido, bebé – suplicaba Kara, mirándola con demasiado amor.

Lena entonces terminó de sacarle la ropa interior infame, para dejarla totalmente desnuda. Lena ante esta visión, no pudo evitar gemir, ante ella la criatura más bella y sexy que jamás podrá ver.

Kara al sentirse expuesta trató de juntar sus rodillas y Lena dijo – amor, no esta bien ocultar la perfección – para luego darle un beso a cada rodilla, repartiendo besos por el interior de las mismas, por sus muslos, ascendiendo muy lentamente, mordiendo, sin poder dejar huella, ya ella arreglaría eso después, hasta llegar a su lugar favorito.

Lena estaba al ras de la cama colocando besos en su zona interior provocando mucho a Kara.

-          Bebé ¿qué va a hacer? – preguntó muy excitada, mirando a su nena entre sus piernas, con su barbilla sobre el parche rubio de sus pequeños bellos.

Lena no lo dijo, Lena lo hizo, ella besó el clítoris de su amor, lamiéndolo, besándolo, chupándolo, provocando muchos mas gemidos y maldiciones de su amor a la vez que el cuerpo de ella se contorsionaba de placer casi follando la carita de su Lee.

Lena mordió entonces sus labios exteriores, chupándolos, tirando de ellos, causando que Kara jadeara por aire, maldijera, gimoteara, llorara por atención muy cerca a la liberación y más al bajar la mirada y ver a su Lee trabajando en ella, cogiendo con ambos manos sus piernas.

-          Fuck, Fuck Fuck ¡¡¡ Lee, más, más bebé, casi estoy allí – gritaba ella

Y Lena siendo tan obediente como era, y tan perfeccionista, dejó de bromear con su amor y deslizó su lengua dentro de Kara haciendo gritar a ella de puro placer. Lena le dio varios empujones profundos, y esto fue suficiente para provocar que Kara venga muy fuerte.

Y su bebé, lamiera y recogiera cada gota ofrecida por Kara, con un sabor muy delicado, almizclado, el favorito de Lena desde ya.

Kara se retorció, ante lo sensible que se había puesto, Lena subió por su cuerpo, volvió a besar cada punto en su camino y luego finalmente darle un beso apasionado a su amor, quién tenía lágrimas en los ojos y una enorme sonrisa de felicidad.

Kara muy sensible se acurrucó con su Lee, refugiándose en el hueco de su cuello, sollozando un poco ante lo intenso del hecho de hacer el amor con su amada.

-          Aún no he terminado bebé - susurró Lena

A Kara no le salían las palabras así que la miro muy adorablemente confundida y muy satisfecha.

-          awww -ante la reacción de su nena

Lena viendo lo agotada que se veía su amor, introdujo dos dedos de golpe en el calor de su amada, provocando que Kara gritara y luego se mordiera el labio inferior.

-          Ahhh Ahhh Lee.

-          Móntame Supergirl, quiero ver esos abdominales trabajando amor – susurró en el oído de su amada de manera muy sexy, muy ronca.

Y así lo hizo Kara con energías renovadas haciendo deliciosos ruiditos, y Lena por fin pudo ver su fantasía hecha realidad, el amor de su vida muy excitada y sus abdominales hacia arriba y hacia abajo rítmicamente.

-          Mierda Kar, si sigues así, voy a venir también – dijo ella muy excitada

-          Mucha ropa Lee – dio su apreciación Kara antes de rompérsela las dos piezas tirándola a cada extremo de la habitación – Ahhhh -soltó un gritito al ver que su Lee no tenía ropa interior. La belleza que podía observar.

Mierda.

Que visión.

Ambas vinieron juntas, Kara en su segundo orgasmo y Lena de ver a su amor totalmente satisfecha.

Ufff

En el dormitorio sólo se oía el tratar de respirar de parte de ambas y muchos gemidos.

Kara se acurrucó con su amada, amasando el seno derecho de su Lee.

-          Estás muy hermosa amor – dijo una vez que pudo Kara – dame cinco minutos y te voy a adorar bebé.

-          Awww bebé, esto era por ti, amor, ya mañana bebé – dijo al ver bostezar a su Kara y tratar de aguantar el sueño y agotamiento. Esa era una visión sumamente adorable y de lo más sexy.

Así es cómo se durmieron ambas, abrazadas y desnudas, totalmente satisfechas, cada vez más enamorada de la otra.

Ya entrada la mañana, Kara le hizo el amor a su bebé, sorprendiéndose de lo vocal que podía llegar a ser.

Ella amó cada momento, besó cada parte de su cuerpo, cada curva, lamió cada gota de almizcle y besó cada lágrima de felicidad por su bebé, al igual que lo había hecho Lena anoche.

Ambas hicieron el amor finalmente.