#first light request!!

[morbiderotica]

Hii! I saw your writing for Mello about having sex for the first time etc, and I was wondering if you could write something like that for Light?? Thank you!!

★ SMELLS LIKE HONEY & SEX ─ fem!reader

#WARNINGS ─ smut, first time sex, sadist!light, probs ooc light, sorry this took so long

#SUMMARY ─ "the room was warm and your stomach was in knots. light's fingers rubbing circles into your hips." there's a first time for everything.

the room was warm and your stomach was in knots. light's fingers rubbing circles into your hips. you're legs on either side of light with you on his lap. you had never been this close to him. your eyes scanned every part of his face. "are you alright?" he held back a laugh at the sight of you mesmerized by him. "yeah." you whispered, leaning down to close the gap between you.

his lips were soft, you knew that though. it wasn't the first time you've kissed him but this time was just different. this time you were on top of him wearing only one of his old t-shirts and your underwear. he pulled away from the kissing, looking up at you with a look you've never seen him have.

his hands slipped under your shirt, rubbing up your clammy skin. you gasped at the feeling of his cold hands. "light." you whisper his name and his actions stop, his eyes meeting yours once again. "what is it?" he asks, but he knows. he can see it in your eyes and he can hear it in your voice. you bit your lip, contemplating what to say or how to say it.

"i.." you begin and light lets a smirk slide onto your face. "yes? you what?" it was oh so sick a twisted of him to tease you like this, a small whine squeezing past your swollen lips. "i need you." it was quiet and fast, and red embarrassment spread across your face seconds after you said it. light's hands gave your waist a little squeeze as he leaned a little closer to you.

"sorry, what was that?" you pout at his words. you know he heard you. "light." you whine with a little annoyance to which he laughs. "okay, okay." he lifts you off his lap and lays you down on the bed. he hovers over you and you're suddenly the butterflies in your stomach are fluttering more than they ever have as the realization that this is really happening for the first time sets in.

he gently slides your shirt up to expose your stomach. he leaves small kisses on your lower stomach as his free hand wraps around your thigh, pulling you just a little closer to him. your breath hitched with each kiss. he lifted his head up, looking at you once more before moving his hands to your underwear, toying with your waistband.

he gently pulled them down, putting them aside on the bed. the warm air was cool on your exposed cunt. sure, light always tried to act stoic and he always had a poker face on, but this time he just couldn't. "fuck." he whispered at the sight of you. his hand landed on your thigh, rubbing gently as he just looked at you. the way you were completely at his mercy intrigued him.

you watched light as he leaned his head down and started leaving kisses on your cunt. you moaned at the feeling and quickly threw your hand over your mouth. it wasn't long before he was fully tongue fucking you. you muffley moaned through your hand. the all too unfamiliar feeling taking over your body.

light lifts his head up wiping the corners of his mouth with his thumb. his hands are going back to your shirt, lifting you up by your back softly to remove the shirt from your body. he admires your body for a moment, taking in the sight of you, saving it in his mind like he'll never see it again. "it's unfair that you're still dressed." your voice breaks him from his trance-like state.

he chuckles lowly before leaning down to kiss you. "is it now?" he mumbles against your lips. you nod your head and light can't help but find it adorable. "alright, fine." he sits back up and starts unbuttoning his button-down shirt. you watch intently with purpose, you've seen light unbutton his shirts before.

like when he changed them or they were too suffocating, but this time, knowing he was unbuttoning it because you wanted him to or because you were naked and you wanted things to be fair, it was far better. once he finishes unbuttoning the shirt he slides it off and nicely folds it and places it next to where he rested your underwear and shirt. "i suppose i should take these off too, hm?" he gestured to his pants as he started undoing his belt.

again you watched intently. you hadn't realized how needy you were until this very moment. it was silent apart from his belt clattering and the zipper of his pants buzzing. the anticipation was killing you. you were so eager by now, more eager than you've ever been in your life. light was left in just his boxers now and god, was he enjoying torturing you with patience.

you brought your hand down to your clit, trying to ease any ache that you could. light couldn't help but laugh at how desperate you were, watching as you touch your swollen clit just for him. as much as he enjoyed the view he was quick to move your hand away. your saddened face was just enough for him to finally pull off his boxers.

"i'm much better than your hand." he cockily admitted, lining himself up with your entrance. you didn't even have the time to admire how big he was before he was pushing into you. you moaned loudly into your hand, muffling the sound. light reached up to your face and removed your hand from your mouth, pinning both of your hands above your head with just his one hand.

his other hand rested on your stomach, his thumb gently rubbing your tummy as he let you get used to the way his dick stretched you out. he didn't bother asking if you were ready, the way you squeeze around him was enough confirmation. his thrusts were slow and steady. you tried to keep your moans low and quiet but the way he slid in and out of you gently but also rough at the same time was too euphoric.

"there you go, honey, just relax." he watched with a smirk on his face as your face contorted in pleasure. he couldn't even believe he had waited so long to feel the inside of your pussy. his grunts were low and periodic, wanting to hear the pretty noises that you were making instead.

© 2023 MORBIDEROTICA

[waverlyyhaught]

Marta and Fina Parallels - Part 07 Sueños de Libertad, Eps. 25 & 269

[the-barefoot-hatter]

winter holidays at the mystery shack (party billiam edition)

Stan celebrates what he calls "Cash-mas", which is just slapping a cheap felt santa hat and a 300% Christmas special markup on anything- and several things he can't- get away with in the gift shop

more sincerely, the Pines do a fairly low-key Hanukkah. if the twins are visiting, they do a much showier double christmas/hanukkah celebration

And Bill... well...

No one is entirely sure if it's a Euclidean thing or just a... Bill thing. But he's SO enthusiastic!

HAPPY WINTER FUNTIME BOYS & GIRLS!

[sunny1927]

Hi. I have an idea for a request.

Mickey and Minnie as the Nutcracker and Marie/Clara. From the House of Mouse.

Happy New Year! 😊✨

I had to watch to watch the short to get a better understanding and oh my goodness I laughed so hard sickakdkdskjs- (I didn’t expect to chuckle at most of the scenes especially Von Drake and Goofys one XD)

(Also I don’t really know who Marie/Clara is, I tried looking into the House of Mouse for that but nothing, so I apologise if I didn’t get to do it. But I hope you like this piece I did :D)

[ayaraki]

Mavuika in "Clash of Scorching Suns." [Requested by anon]

[seriouslyiamnotapollo]

Hi! If it's all right can I ask for number 6 on the kiss prompt with Shinso Hitoshi and male reader. M!Reader is shy and reserved as it's their first relationship so he stays respectful of Shinso's space and boundaries but Shinso really wants a kiss so he tries to work up the courage to ask m! reader. Hope this was ok and good luck with the blog!

Relationships: Shinsou Hitoshi/Male Reader

Request?: YES - Requested by @thedumpsterbunny

Characters: Shinsou Hitoshi, [NAME] [LAST NAME], (brief) Midoriya Izuku

Pronouns: Hitoshi (he/him), [NAME] (he/him)

Prompts: Hi! If it's all right can I ask for number 6 on the kiss prompt with Shinso Hitoshi and male reader. M!Reader is shy and reserved as it's their first relationship so he stays respectful of Shinso's space and boundaries but Shinso really wants a kiss so he tries to work up the courage to ask m! reader. Hope this was ok and good luck with the blog! // "Can I kiss you?"

Additional: light swearing, very bad writing!! I'm so sorry!!

Author's Note: HIII!! Thank you so much for your request!! I know it's probably (most definitely) not what you expected/wanted, and I'm SO SORRY!! I really wanted to write it so I did,,, but it might just be garbage, idk... AND THANK YOUUU!! Also, I don't remember if I stated this in my intro but English is not my first language!

I think I might rewrite it at some point,, cuz I seriously think it sucks... But I wanted to post it,, soo, yeah!

Not really edited, cuz I was too scared to edit it lol

I PROMISE MY WRITING IS GOOD!! I'm just not used to writing x readers yet!!

It had been a few weeks now since Shinsou Hitoshi and [NAME] [LAST NAME] had made their relationship official. Their friends were ecstatic, and had congratulated them.

Hitoshi was happy. He couldn’t believe that the shy and reserved [NAME] would like him back.

And yet, here they were.

"You guys haven't kissed yet?" Kaminari had asked once, after a gruelling training session. Hitoshi (reluctantly) liked Kaminari. He was nice and funny, if a bit too much at times. But, when he'd asked that, Hitoshi had wanted to punch him.

Yeah they hadn't kissed yet. And so what?

It wasn't as if Hitoshi didn't want to kiss his boyfriend. No! He wanted to! The thing was... Hitoshi was scared. It was his first relationship, and he'd never kissed anyone before.

All he needed was some courage and he would ask him. And so, at the end of that day, Hitoshi came up with a plan.

"Midoriya?" Knocking at the dorm room door of his friend, Hitoshi waited for the other to respond.

The door opened, revealing Midoriya in one of his stupid shirts that said 'Socks' and a pair of joggers. "Oh! Shinsou-kun!" Midoriya threw the door open. "Come in! Come in!"

Hitoshi looked at his friend, his eyes trailing him. "You seem awfully cheery to see me..."

Midoriya's cheeks flared up. He laughed nervously. "I don't know what you mean, Shinsou-kun!" He sat on his desk chair. "Anyways! What did you want to see me for?"

Sighing, Hitoshi closed the door of the dorm, and leaned his back on the only space not decorated by All Might's face. (Seriously, the guy had a problem! How many All Might posters did he have?)

"I–" Hitoshi frowned. "I have a problem...? At least I think."

Nodding, Midoriya took out a notebook. (What the fuck??)

Deciding to not question it, Hitoshi continued. "Kaminari made a comment the other day about how I haven't kissed my boyfriend yet... And..." Biting his lip, Hitoshi realized that what he was doing was stupid. Why would he go to Midoriya for relationship advice?

"Hmm." Midoriya hummed, a pensive look on his face. (Wait... Was he really considering this? What the fuck?)

"Y'know what? Forget I said anything." He positioned himself upright and went to leave the room, when Midoriya shrieked.

"NO! No wait! Shinsou-kun!"

I am too tired for this... Hitoshi pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"I think I know how to help!"

"I'm... listening."

And so, Hitoshi found himself passing most of the night in Midoriya's dorm, listening to his friend giving him a pep talk and giving him some advice. (Which Hitoshi didn't know how his green haired friend even got these info from.)

————

Two days later, it was the weekend, and Hitoshi now had a plan.

Cat Lover ;3

Hey, [NAME]?

can we meet up at the entrance to the dorms of 3-A?

[NICKNAME]

ofc!

is everything ok?

Cat Lover ;3

yeah, dw dw

there's just something i want to ask you

Usually, Hitoshi wasn't the anxiously waiting type. But, today, he could not help the bouncing of his leg nor biting down on his nails.

"Hitoshi!"

Hitoshi looked up so fast he nearly got whiplash, his bouncing leg coming to a stop. He had arrived.

"[NAME]..." Hitoshi hesitated, a lump growing in his throat, his cheeks flaring.

[NAME]'s brows furrowed. "Is everything ok, Hitoshi? You look red." He took Hitoshi's hand.

" Yeah– Yeah I'm ok. Don't worry." he replied, lightly swinging their interlocked hands. He sighed.

"I wanted... I wanted to–" Fuck! Why is it so hard?!

[NAME]'s hand sqeezed his, a reassuring gesture. Hitoshi inhaled deeply, then exhaled, trying to relax himself. This was [NAME] he was talking about. The sweet, shy and reserved [NAME]. Always nice, and never breaking his boundaries.

Hitoshi squeezed back, and, finally, after a few minutes of silence (which felt like hours to him), Hitoshi build up the courage to speak.

"Can I kiss you?"

His indigo eyes looked straight through [EYE COLOUR(S)], as he tried his best not to break eye contact.

A second passed, then three. Six. Ten. And finally, after what felt like hours, [NAME] replied.

"Yes– Yeah. Please do..." Now it was [NAME]'s turn to have his cheeks turning red, just as he broke eye contact, shying away from Hitoshi's deep stare.

Exhaling a breath he didn't know he was holding, Hitoshi gently went to craddle the other’s cheek with his free hand.

[NAME]'s gaze came back to look at him. They shuffled closer to each other, their noses brushing, their forehead touching. And, just a breath away, Hitoshi kissed him.

And kissed him. Again, and again. And again. And again.

[NAME] let out a soft giggle, which made butterflies fly in his stomach. Yeah... Hitoshi might just be in love with him.

[m-s-justice]

@gorodkrovi i got really bored and then I remembered your magical girl post.

[fullmetal-scar-simping]

Average fma fan talking about 03 positively: Man, it's such a miracle that the 2003 anime is written even halfway decently! After all, the writers who, as we know, have never written anything in their lives before [citation needed], they had to work while locked in individual underground cells [citation needed], only fed scraps of fma lore by Arakawa herself [citation needed] while her story was actually fully formed by the first printing of her manga in Monthly Shonen Gangan [citation needed] but they were adapting the initial first volume of manga and oopsy-daisy shot past it [citation needed], so they made up every plot beat, character arc, storyboard, and lore change completely on the fly and very randomly [citation needed]. Even though they tried to 1:1 adapt her story [citation needed, contradicted by existing sources], they fumbled the job and butchered her story, characters, and lore. Arakawa sagely forgave them [citation needed]. But somehow it's a cohesive story?! Wow! Even though the story is sad, dark, scares me, makes me cry, violent, gorey, and my fave ships aren't endgame, so -50 demerits. Still, good job team! A treat! A treat for the monkeys working the typewriters at Studio Bones circa 2002-2004! #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood

[the-chattering-tower]

May I interest you in some accents? Please?

All are 500g on the AH, with the two tundras and the orca pod also having 500kt copies available (and I can PA others for treasure on request)

lop bundra | fiber fun | Scattered Light

monsters in the sky | demons in the sea | Matriarch

AH and shop l.inks will be in rb! Boosts appreciated <3

[good-beanswrites]

0306 ship fic? 👉👈

So. I usually don't like writing sappy ship things because 1. my aroace ass isn't great at it and I'd rather leave that to the more skilled fanbase, and 2. I like exploring elements of a developing relationship other than physical moments. However. However. I was hit with Fluff Beam while writing this, so first kiss with Mappi fic be upon ye :')

“Won’t you kiss me, Fuuta-kun?”

He tipped his head back with a drawn-out noise of exasperation. This wasn’t a new or surprising question by any means. He always hated when it came up, though. He waved the mixing spoon in the air.

“Don’t you ever get tired of all that sappy romance stuff? You’ve asked me enough times…” And each time, I have to endure the pain of lying to you. “Can’t you see I’m busy? Helping you, for that matter!”

He used the spoon to gesture to the baking supplies cluttering the prison’s tiny kitchen, flinging some strawberry filling in the process. Mahiru had started a batch of cupcakes in celebration that her arm had come out of its sling, only for it to start hurting halfway through from the overuse. If Fuuta had known that yanking the bowl away from her would volunteer him to finish the whole project, he would have thought twice about it. He still would have done it, of course, but he’d at least have thought twice.

Fortunately, Mahiru was a good teacher who hovered over his shoulder to explain each step in great detail without ever sounding patronizing. Unfortunately, it became more difficult to deny her request when she leaned so close, continuing to pry.

“Isn’t that the best reason? You’re being so kind, Mahiru should return the favor.”

“No, you shouldn’t have to 'return' anything! I’m doing this because I…” he swallowed. “Because I think you’re an idiot for going and getting yourself hurt again!”

“Oh, don’t say that, Fuuta-kun!” She giggled, not sounding hurt at all. She never did.

“It’s true!” She was indeed an idiot, the way she kept pestering him for something more. As usual, her mind had flown somewhere far outside of reality. Whatever she was picturing between her and Fuuta was nothing but one-sided romance. She was the one that warmed the room when she came in. She was the one who created butterflies in stomachs and blushes in cheeks. She was the one that made any of this feel like anything.

Fuuta, on the other hand, knew he brought nothing to the table. If she thought he was kind, it was all in her head. If she viewed him as attractive, it was definitely nothing but her fantasy. And now, if she anticipated him being a good kisser, it was just another delusion she’d lost herself in. As usual, she needed someone to save her from such delusions. That, at least, was the one good thing he could do for her.

“Just forget it, will ya? It’s not gonna happen.”

Behind him, Mahiru said nothing. He finished stirring in the final ingredient. He turned to ask her what came next, only to discover the most heartbroken expression he’d ever seen on her. She sniffled.

“Mappi!”

“I-I’m sorry. I was too much again, wasn’t I? I understand. I know… I know anyone would be afraid to kiss me.”

“Afraid? I’m not afraid!”

“Well, I mean,” she lowered her head, strands of hair falling over her eyes. “Given my record with boyfriends, it really wouldn’t be smart to fall in love with me, hm?”

“You callin’ me stupid?” The question came tumbling out before Fuuta realized the confession embedded within them. Mahiru’s head snapped up, the prior mist in her eyes made them shine with excitement, now.

She opened her mouth to point out the obvious. Fuuta shoved a spoonful of strawberry filling between her lips, panicking.

“Tell me if that needs anything else!” He turned on his heel, slamming the bowl down on the counter.

He took a measured inhale. Then an exhale. He squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m not scared, you know? I… I would really want to. T-to kiss you, I mean. But if I did, it’ll only prove to you that you don’t really want this.” He turned. “It’ll only make you more upset, and I’m not the – agk!”

Mahiru cupped his cheeks and brought him down to her lips. He made a little strangled sound as he was pressed back into the counter. At that moment, Fuuta had a total of three trains of thought before his brain fried like an overheating computer and went blank.

The first: Holy shit!

Second: I’ve never done this before. God, am I doing this right? What am I supposed to do with my hands? Or my mouth? Should I keep holding my breath? I’m definitely not doing this right.

And third: Holy shiiiiiiiit!

When she pulled away, rosy-cheeked and smiling wide, Fuuta’s arm instinctively reached up to hide his face. He was painfully aware of the burning across his skin, surely turning him a mortifying shade of red.

“Well?” She asked, seemingly oblivious to the state she’d reduced him to. “That was proof enough for Mahiru! What about Fuuta-kun?”

“I-I, well. You –" You tasted like strawberries. “You’re damned lucky no one was around, pulling a stunt like that!”

Mahiru waved the comment away with a fluttery hand gesture. “I meant, what did you think? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

He scowled at her. “I… I don’t know!”

Mahiru considered the statement. Rather than realize that, for the first time in his life, Fuuta was rendered entirely speechless, she took it at face value. “Well, then, I suppose we’ll just have to try again~”

“Wait, wha–?”

[wifetomegatron]

I’m not sure if you’re taking requests or not so feel free to delete but if you are how about some firsts! First date with First Aid in the First Contact!AU?

thank you for requesting anon <3 i hope you enjoy this !

a night full of firsts : what a first date with first aid would be like (sfw!)

i) you weren't his first date ( he had dated a couple of times back in medical school, but that had been ages ago ), but you were his first date on earth. first aid had idled outside the door of the restaurant for about ten minutes, constantly re-checking the screen of his mobile phone — which, in his opinion, was ridiculous to carry around — to double and triple check your picture. he was fidgeting, servos twitchy as he entered the place. the funny bit was you had witnessed the whole thing, the wide, clear window giving you a full view of first aid desperately trying to soothe his nerves ( you tell him this months after and he nearly breaks apart from shame. )

ii) first contact had been established for nearly a decade now, and humans were surprisingly quick to assimilate. if anything, none of the patrons bat an eye at his presence — red and white metal, shining under the golden glow of the lights. there were only five other bots inside the place, including him. and when he was the only one obviously on a date, first aid felt singled out if not scrutinized. with a more integral involvement in the council of worlds, the people of this little green planet had opened themselves slowly to the idea of 'interspecies relationships.' it was only a matter of time before someone created a dating app specialized for that. ( the secondhand embarrassment in asking velocity to help him create his profile pales in comparison to the shame he felt when he saw so many of his friends there.) less than a week of being on there scrolling, the two of you had matched. and the sweet little messages had boiled down to this very moment: you sitting across him, cheeks dusted pink. he averted his optics, suddenly feeling shy for the first time in a long time.

iii) the first hour went smoothly, with a few bumps along the way such as the occasional slip-ups and misunderstanding — you had accidentally asked him if he thinks the carbonara is better than the aglio e olio while he had slipped and accidentally called your eyes 'fascinating' instead of 'beautiful'. those he could laugh off.

until you had wondered aloud at how interesting it was that humans and cybertronians were so similar. and off-handedly, out of instinct, the medic had responded with : more than you think.

you had a playful glint in your eyes when you responded, lifting the wine glass to your lips, ' is that a promise?'

at the innuendo, his already nervous knee had jerked upwards and bumped the underside of the table, knocking the glass of water all over the surface. he immediately stood up, reaching to undo the damage by plucking the glass, only to have one of the table cloths snag in the seam of his knee. in an instant, the plates and cutlery had toppled over, loudly crashing onto the floor. but he didn't even have the time to react, the candle — which in his opinion was an evil, dangerous, thing to have on a dinner table and nowhere romantic — had set several of the napkins on fire. a dozen frightened patrons and one, messy fire extinguisher later, first aid had yanked you out of your seat and away from the chaos. this was the first time, first aid wished — what was the human saying ? for the earth to swallow him up? judging from how your clothes were most likely irreversibly damaged by the wine and pasta, disappearing was the best option.

iv) he knows ratchet was trying not to laugh at the story, failing miserably the moment he excused himself out of the room to ( not so discreetly ) tell his conjunx about the incident. velocity gave him a pitying smile, even if she was hiding her amusement. he told her that he was never going to see you again — that he ruined a beautiful night with a beautiful person over a stupid accident. considering that he was flustered enough to disappear without a word. until you had showed up by the receptionist's desk, worried hands wrung together as you asked one of the nurses for him.

at the sight of him, your eyes lit up. this was the first time first aid found himself at a loss for words, spark racing as you explained to him how you were more worried about how he had deleted the app the morning after and left without a word. determined not to get ghosted by someone who clearly enjoyed the night, you had tracked him down to ask him for another date.

' this time,' you had cleared your throat, ' i can prepare us dinner back at mines and actually make sure there'll be no candles around. if you'd want, that is ?'

he was glad he had his mouth guard up because he could feel himself grinning, velocity in the back already calling swerve to break to him the news.

'yes,' first aid answered, ' i'd like that.'

[blinkees]

hello, is it possible you could do ANY blinkee with john wick? maybe a little picture of him and text that says john wick or baba yaga :) it would also be dope if you could somehow use some inspiration from the john wick 1 red circle club scenes (https://youtu.be/0L9SzBANF0w?si=bzw2a74pGIUrB962). this is super specific but im such a fan of that specific sequence. if not just anything with john wick is awesome

[megadusa]

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[wreckedandpolemic]

morning sex w george!!!! i feel like he would be so so lovely and sweet

first light - george daniel

(mdni) this kicked my fucking ASS and i dont even think its that good sorry!!

warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, cockwarming, very very light somno if you squint, me-typical disgusting love, not even remotely proofread

Slanted sunrays tenderly kiss you awake, eyelids fluttering in the morning light. You stretch and yawn, wriggling comfortably in George’s arms, not shaking the last vestiges of sleep off you yet. He groans in his sleep and you smile to yourself, pressing flush against him so his heated chest warms your back and the hard length of him presses against you. Your name falls from his lips in a sleepy moan, and he rolls his hips slowly and sloppily.

His arms tighten around your waist and he buries his head sweetly in your neck. Familiar heat pools in your belly, softer and gentler this time, like your desire is still half-asleep too. “Are you awake?” you whisper, words rippling in the still air.

 “No,” he mumbles, pressing a wet kiss to your neck.

“Me neither,” you smile, slowly rolling over to face him. “But I had a very sweet dream.”

A dirty grin splits George’s face, and he cups your jaw to kiss you. His lips are warm, like the want growing in you, a marked change from the usual scorching flames that draw you together. “Did you now?” He takes a handful of your ass, squeezing it gently, unconsciously.

You press a soft palm against his clothed dick and he sucks in a sharp breath in response. “I want…” You pause, because what do you want? “Can you take these off? I just want all of you,” you murmur, snapping the elastic of his boxers against his waist. Even that sounds impossibly loud in the still quiet of your room. He obliges and you smile, unable to resist wrapping a hand around his length just to feel his hips jump in response. 

“Minx,” he says, a fond smile playing on his lips. Adoration dances in his sleepy eyes, and he hooks a thumb in the waistband of your panties. You let him drag them down your legs, kicking them off to lay forgotten in the tangle of sheets at the foot of your bed. He trails two fingers through your cunt, and you’re surprised at the dampness there. A moan slips from your lips when he brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking your arousal off them with a self-satisfied smile.

“Can we… Can you just…” You trail off helplessly, but George understands you. He always does. Gently, he takes hold of your hips and lines himself up with your entrance. The stretch is slow, sweet, melting you into a puddle of bliss that culminates in a moan when he bottoms out. You drape a leg over his waist, the angle sending a delicious wave of pleasure through you. He kisses you, slow and loving, and your eyes slip shut as he rests a hand on your ass.

Tucking your head into his neck, you curl into him, sheets pooling around your bare back. You’re gloriously full, complete, content to just lay on his chest and feel him. Every light twitch of his hips sends a burst of pleasure coiling through you, warm and sweet. The warm fingers of sleep cradle you and you slip into a doze, just barely aware of the throbbing between your legs. 

You have no idea how long you lay there, stretched around him, blanketed by sleepy stillness, but when you open your eyes again the sun has shifted position and the light flooding your room is sharper and brighter. George’s thrusts get more insistent, his nails biting the flesh of your ass as he fucks you. “Couldn’t even wait for me to wake up, huh?” you tease, clenching your cunt around him. He only grins, a dirty, sleazy thing that you stretch up to kiss off his lips.

A quiet, pleading whine escapes you, the pace too much for your soupy mind. “You okay, baby?” he asks, smiling down at you. You look at him imploringly, willing that part of his brain that can read your body so perfectly to latch on. “Yeah,” he says, voice a soothing rumble, “I know, baby. I know what you need,” he promises, and rolls on top of you.

The pressure of his weight against you is glorious, and you wrap your legs around him to draw him impossibly deeper. George fucks you in long, slow, deep thrusts, swallowing your moans with hungry kisses. You cry out when he hits that perfect spot inside of you, electricity fizzing under your skin. “God, fuck, yes!” you moan, writhing against the sheets.

“You’re so beautiful,” he gasps, burying himself to the hilt in you. “So sweet and good for me.” The praise makes your blood sing, head swimming in ecstasy. George kisses at your sweat-slick skin, paying special attention to every inch of your tits he can reach. You press an insistent hand between your legs and rub quick, tight circles into your clit, matching George’s blissful pace. “You wanna cum, baby?” he asks, licking a stripe in the valley between your breasts that makes you shiver.

“Yeah, fuck, yes. Please, George, please,” you babble, drawing in deep lungfuls of sex-thickened air.

“Go on, then, beautiful,” he murmurs into your mouth, smiling against your lips. “Cum for me,” he orders, biting at your neck. The scrape of his teeth on your sensitive skin sends you spinning out, euphoria crashing over you all at once. Liquid heat drips down your spine and you grip George’s shoulders, clinging to him as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your muscles tremble, blood clotted thick with heat and desire.

You come down from your high, cunt fluttering and heartbeat hammering in your throat. The slick, wet sounds of your flesh meeting fill the room, drowning out your quiet, overstimulated whimpers. George thrusts into you one last time, deeper than you thought possible and comes with a cry, cock pulsing deliciously inside of you. Your world blurs, everything dimming down until all you can see is George, glowing brightly above you. He pulls out of you, grinning lazily and rolling off you. You twine your fingers with his, clutching him like a lifeline as your chests rise and fall in tandem.

“I love you,” you murmur, sleepy but forever truthful.

He turns his head to look into your eyes, the adoration in his gaze so pure and evident that your heart melts, dripping against your ribs. “I love you too,” he promises, a broad smile splitting his face. He traces idle patterns on your skin. “Do you want me to run us a bath?”

You nod, stretching luxuriously against the bed. “Sounds amazing,” you mumble, eyes slipping shut as he pads to the bathroom. You hear George humming lightly to himself as the bath runs, then fall into sweet, gentle sleep.

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A stimboard for a Blue Pearl (Steven Universe) with light blue stims of water and gems.

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Mod Haze (🎮Greyson)

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