#here I go again on my o-

[soukokumychildren]

Dazai how is your birthday going??? Do anything special?

Dazai: Hehe

(The rest is now successfully under the cut lol. Also I’m mildly embarrassed about it since this’ll be my first post about smut, and I didn’t exactly finish but it could also count sooo…basically, read at your own peril and have fun y’all)

It was the rustling, not the sunshine, that woke Dazai up from his glorious beauty sleep. It made him crinkle his eyes, hope that came with vain that he could sleep in longer.

It was his birthday, god damnit.

But the rustling was coming from under the sheets laid haphazardly over his body.

He cracked his eyes open after a few attempts, rubbing the opposite of the blinded one in order to see exactly what caused the ruckus.

Naturally, the brunette could tell immediately what—rather *who* it was without having to look beside him.

The weight on his legs and the gentle spikes pricking the fabric upward told him all he needs to know.

“Good morning,” he croaks, leg twitching under the added weight.

Ruffles of fabric against skin, a few flecks of static, and his adorable little chibi husband emerged from the vast canvas that was their white sheet.

His expression was gentle, his gaze softer so.

“Good mornin’,” he said, even *that* was soft too.

“Get some good sleep?”

(Not so) Regrettably, Dazai had. He only slept like a fucking baby when Chuuya was near. Heaven forbid the brunette would get a wink of sleep without his little husband.

“Of course I did, Slug,” Dazai mimicked Chuuya’s tone, keeping his gaze lazy, relaxed. They had no where to be today; well, not in any hurry. No urgent business needing to be taken care of. The president issued them a full pardon off work on todays events, but did say he hoped they’d visit so he could drop Dazai his birthday regards.

“I’m glad.” Chuuya began purring, a soft caress in his throat that thrummed throughout his body and made whatever tense bones Dazai had (which, at this point, was none) unravel into nothing but marrow.

Dazai let himself drink the sight of what Chuuya was in this morning. Ruffled, not yet smooth feathers, hair tossed this way and that like he was just dragged out of bed (yet, somehow, Dazai thought with amusement, not at all ugly), and an expression that bordered on tired.

He enjoyed every moment he existed in Chuuya’s presence.

It brought over his own set of purrs, except his was deep, rumbling. More of a growl, if he was being honest. But it sweetened the scent that emanated from Chuuya’s scent gland, and that was truly all he was after.

“Mind telling me why you woke me—Mph-” Dazai trailed off, his speech morphing into a small groan as lips pushed gently against his, persisting, begging for either him to open his mouth to grant entry, or offer his tongue.

The brunette, not usually a man that gives, coaxed open Chuuya’s mouth with little to no resistance, offering his tongue in turn.

His fingers skimmed Chuuya’s body, all of which was naked except for a pair of boxers, running along his hips, the flex of his muscle underneath his chest, trailing up his neck and then to his head. There, he cradled the base of Chuuya’s skull, engulfing his bandaged hand in fiery-red hair.

“Mmnh—” Chuuya pulled away, panting, with a cute little string of saliva connecting him to Dazai.

“Happy…Happy birthday,” he spoke breathily, the left side of his hair flipped over to the right side of his head, giving a way hotter look than Dazai was sure the little Slug intended.

Not to mention, morning wood was also having a fun time developing, and adding ontop of that with Chuuya’s kisses did nothing to ease the situation.

The redhead flicked his ear feathers upward, jerking his hips. He smiled. “Seems my best friend’s come out to play.” The redhead cooed, working his ass back against the giant erection pressing up against the crack of his ass.

He couldn’t help but bite his lip in anticipation—though this was *Dazai’s* birthday. Not his. So he treats *Dazai*.

Who was right below him…writhing, and accidentally letting out—

A *moan.*

Dazai stilled, slight streaks of embarrassment settling within his body.

“D…did you just…?” The avian asked quietly, blinking owlishly to Dazai. He wasn’t ever one to moan so fast until they got deeper into their antics…this—this was *new.*

||The brunette fumbled over his speech. “I—well, I just…I just woke up, and I haven’t had time to bring up my guard—” Chuuya shushed him with a claw.

“Hey now…I ain’t upset. This is a nice development.” The redhead purred. When Dazai tensed, Chuuya laid against his chest to nuzzle his face in Dazai’s swollen neck glands.

“Don’t worry, Dazai. I know how to take care of you…you know I wouldn’t do somethin’ like that. Remember? You’re *made* to top me.” Chuuya just knew the exact buttons to push to deactivate the wall Dazai brung up from unease. The brunette sighed, letting his body relax again.

“Just relax, baby. Let out those pretty moans…” The avian cooed, grinding gently against Dazai’s fledgling erection. He kissed at Dazai’s neck, Adam’s apple, his jaw line. He especially pressed his lips as his attention to Dazai’s scent glands, which the man particularly enjoyed.

Dazai, despite himself, let out breathy gasps, screwing his eyes shut. His fingers tightened around Chuuya’s scalp, the other hand drawing a scorching trail down to snag his fingers around Chuuya’s delectable, plump ass.

That insistent ass, and the redhead it paired with was just something made to put an end to Dazai, the brunettes low gasps morphing into small moans, the more persistent the grinding was.

“It’s okay, baby. Let go…I’m right here, and I’ll take care of you..” Chuuya promised, flexing his scent glands to flare out more of his scent. He wanted Dazai’s body completely relaxed, teaming with the obvious horny, of course.

The redhead arched his spine enticingly, his limp wings draped on either side of the bed lifting just slightly with. The bed was creaking softly.

“Chuuya,” Dazai said with jostled speech, his pupils dilating as he focused on the one thing he loved most in the world, inhaling that said man’s scent sharply.

“Dazai,” the redhead filled his voice with pure love instead of sin, his quick, almost desperate grinding coming to a slower pace.

“You okay, birthday boy?” Chuuya asked, his body lightly pulsing forward with each stroke of his hips. His wings lightly shuffled, half obscured by the covers.

“Heh. You’re as old as me again.” The redhead murmured to himself as Dazai regained the capability to speak.

“Y-yeah. I’m okay. Mmm, *fuck*, I just want to be inside you already.” Dazai hissed, bucking up a bit to Chuuya’s ministrations. The other hand that occupied Chuuya’s hair skimmed down, approaching Chuuya’s ass to meet up with the hand before it.

“Hey now, hey now…I’m taking care of *you* today..” Chuuya reminded, easing his hands on Dazai’s chest and brushing their noses together in tandem.

“Relax, baby. I ain’t holdin’ nothin’ from ya…you’ll get all you want n’ more today. Alright?”

Dazai’s eyes shined.

“Besides…it’s a holiday.” Chuuya pointed out, wriggling his ass down a little rougher against Dazai’s dick. “Y’know what that means..?”

Dazai’s eyes widened. He smiled wider as well.

“Seriously?”

“Duh~” The redhead grinned.

“Well? Get to opening your present. You have all day to enjoy this, after all.~”

[vwoop-prince]

YJ S3 Dick, still in the midst of his fever dream, hides underneath the 'souvenir' instead of behind some boxes, and accidentally opens the airlock trying to take care of the Parademons. The others get it to close... but not before Nightwing is thrown into space.

There, he stares at the ship holding his friends and mentors. There, he wishes more than anything that he can, somehow, survive. There, he tries to live, if only so his family don't have to bury him like Jason.

There, Nightwing dies, wanting to save everyone, even with the cold seeping into his bones far too quickly for a regular section of space.

Then, Dick opens his eyes to... Earth? There's a little house, and grass, and trees, but there's a bubble of green over it all. Outside of that green was an entire castle, one that looked like it should have far more support beams than it does for even a hope that it stays standing.

And the sky was swirling shades of that same green. It makes him think of Lazarus.

"Well, that's something you don't see every day." He whips his head behind him, a bit too fast for Earth's atmosphere, but it doesn't hurt him. Past the bubble of green was a blue-skinned adult in purple robes, the insides of a grandfather-clock fitted inside their torso, and a black staff with a stopwatch on its top. Beside them was a man with snow white hair, glowing green eyes, a crown of frozen fire dancing above his head, and the most galaxy-like cloak Dick's ever seen clasped to his shoulders. He's wearing... a hazmat suit? Maybe? The twinkling stars and odd lighting of wherever he is were giving him a bit of a headache.

But in front of those two, within this bubble, was...

"DICK!" Wally shouted with unrestrained glee, a blur overtaking his spot for barely a heartbeat before Dick's stuck in a crushing hug that he reciprocates once his brain stops feeling like its melting.

He doesn't know how long it took for them to calm down, but the man with the crown spoke up after a time, as Wally was still wiping their faces free of tears. "Welcome to the Infinite Realms, Nightwing." Dick barely even registered that he was still wearing his suit, but now it felt suffocating. "I suppose you're the one Clockwork was holding out for; There shouldn't've been enough Ectoplasm around you to form a Ghost, and your physical body's still in space. I can see why you like this one, though, Clockie," he states flippantly, turning to his companion. Almost like he didn't expect Dick to pay too close attention to what he was saying.

"Either way, there's two options for you." The man didn't let Dick swallow his tears and question anything. Dick's not sure if he's grateful or not. "First: Stay in the Realms permanently. You'll see Kid Flash whenever you want and learn to be a Ghost with the denizens of the Realms. Maybe find your parents."

"But..." Dick pulls away from Wally, keeping him at arms length, eyes flitting between them. The two outside the bubble were distinctly... ghost-like, so the mentions of 'Ghosts' make sense. But Wally looked... alive. A bit pale, a bit thin... but alive. Dick can't see any of his own skin to see if it was blue or tinted that way, but the Nightwing symbol on his chest kept flickering between its own blue and this 'Realms' green. "But--What about the others? What about you? Why can't you come home?" The last two, he focuses on Wally, because now he can feel a heartbeat beneath his gloves. Wally's alive. He's alive.

His friend just shrugs. "Something about their portals not fit for the living? I'm meant to wait for someone to figure out a permanent portal, but they won't tell me how long that'll take." Wally glares at the... 'Ghosts'? There was a heat to it, but it also seemed like this was a well-worn argument.

"The permanent portal was always an 'if', Wallace West. And that is entirely dependent on if Richard Grayson takes the second option," the clock Ghost--Clockwork?--speaks up. But instead of the adult Dick was expecting, there was an elderly Ghost in their place. Still with the time motif. Was that... more literal than Dick took it?

"Yes, the second option..." The crowned man glares daggers at Clockwork. The temperature dips below comfortable. Dick tries to blink the spaceship and stars out of his sight, withdrawing his arms from Wally to try and warm himself. Tries to remember he's not in space. "The second option is that you return to your body... changed. You'll be able to protect Earth better, stay with your alive family, save the Lost Ones... for a price."

Dick doesn't know if he should ignore the plural in 'Lost Ones'. He doesn't know if he's reading too much into how, in this Realm, apparently only his parents were able to be found. Where's Jason? He doesn't dare hope, but...

"What's the price?"

The man smiles and a ring of blue forms around his waist. It splits in two and travels up and down his body, replacing the cloak and whatever clothes he was actually wearing with a NASA shirt, worn jeans, and red sneakers actually duct taped together. The blue tint to his otherwise tan skin fades completely. His hair turns black. His eyes turn blue.

He was like a taller, slightly slimmer, way hotter version of Bruce.

The man walks through the bubble, but doesn't disturb the grass beneath his feet. "You become the Ghost King's vassal." Dick flinches away and almost hides behind Wally. "Not my idea! But, well... it is either this, or your permanent death."

"What does becoming a vassal do to him?" Wally asks, gently trying to stop Dick from breaking his ribs with how tightly he was hugging himself. Does he even have ribs?

"He gains my powers. Ice, electricity, invisibility, intangibility, flight... He becomes a Halfa. He becomes what I was, in life. Just... needing to make offerings to me, now and then. Something like that, at least. I give him powers, he gives me a chunk of, I don't know, chocolate once a week. Like a warlock."

Wally keeps talking to the man, keeps getting information that he knows he should pay attention to, but something in his chest screams to accept this deal, and he can't focus on anything else.

Nightwing can protect. He can return to life and go back to Blüdhaven, be the Vigilante they need. He can visit Gotham every now and then, help with cases and stop criminals from harming others. He can see his brother. He can see his friends. He can eat Alfred's cookies, and have little get-togethers with Babs and the Team--hell, he can argue with Bruce.

And all he has to do is... give an offering to this guy? The Ghost King? Every once in a while?

"There's no other price?" The King turns his attention to Dick. His eyes had shifted to a blue-green that almost hypnotize him. The green swirls, the blue forms and melts like snowflakes, and he can't look away.

He takes another step forward and Wally steps to the side. There was familiarity between them. Wally deferred to him. Dick can't quite tell why. Though, with how Wally hasn't once looked at Clockwork, maybe it's because he's... grounded? Are all speedsters in trouble with, what, the Ghost of Time? That... actually makes perfect sense.

"I'll be honest, Nightwing: You've impressed me." The weight behind the King's words lifts the ones that've been on his shoulders since he was nine. "You remind me of myself. Maybe, if I wasn't a Halfa... If I had a mentor... I could've been like you.

"Despite Clockwork's insistence over the years that I get back in touch with the living, I've held off. When he eventually suggested that I help create another Halfa, I locked him in his tower for twenty years. I didn't want anyone to go through what I had. But, now... I see that you won't. You can't. Even if you hide this deal--our shared powers... You'll still have people by your side. Strong people. Smart people. You can already handle yourself. And I'd love to see what you can do--who you can save--with my help."

There was maybe two inches between their faces when the King finishes speaking. Dick roves his eyes across the other's face, trying to find the common and familiar ticks that show lies and deceit and manipulation. All he finds is sincerity and genuine care.

Wally plays with his fingers from the corner of his eye, gaze hopeful as he looks between the two of them. Wally, who was alive and breathing and able to leave if he accepts. Eventually. Somehow.

Dick Grayson sends a quiet apology to his parents and hopes they will forgive him for being a little bit selfish.

"I accept."

He flings his eyes open. Above him, domino mask too wobbly to be properly secured anymore, was Robin crying and begging him to wake up. His hands were sloppily placed over his heart. Batman was trying to drag him away, the firm set of his jaw screaming grief.

Nightwing gasps once he registers his lungs burning.

There's a large cacophony of noise, multiple bright suits and people hounding over him, and the distinct artificial taste of slightly-too-much oxygen that the ship with the Parademons had. That he flew out of and died. He was still too cold.

Someone moves their arm beneath his knees and shoulder and Dick passes out.

(Dick 'Nightwing' Grayson dies in space. Ghost King Danny Phantom likes this too-human Hero. They split their souls in half, take one piece of the others, and all they know is that Phantom is now Nightwing's Patron Deity. Danny uses ice, for electricity killed him. Dick uses electricity, for ice killed him. They are opposites, and yet so incredibly similar. Clockwork was looking forward to when Danny starts putting off his paperwork to hang out with his new 'friend'.)

[fishareglorious]

At one point after the storm marcus visits laplace, makes her way to the receptionist's table and sees lucy (looks uncannily like hofmann) and hofmann's manloser brother (also looks like hofmann for obv reasons) talking to each other there and every thread of emotional regulation she's been trying to keep together snaps and then she proceeds to detonate into tears at the sight of them both.

she just misses her mentor man.

[tsukasalover]

wxs song wishlist!1!1! dont take this too seriously

(i may elaborate on these in the future though. who knows. )

slowmotion - fullgroup. maybe js emunene though idk

ultimate senpai - tsukasa (+ could add emu and miku Im not fully sure about miku but. Please this song means everything to me We need even more pinop songs in game. because i said so)

dream eating monochrome baku - ruikasa. add on 3dmv (Or 2dmv thats fine) and MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!

jitterbug - ruikasa (this might be much less likely. i dont expect them to cover it)

popipo - full group. A 3dmv would be quite beautiful. I can already imagine the look on ruis face

chubyou gekihatsu boy - ruikasa (a 2dmv for this would be funny. i want to see tsukasa do one of the weird ass poses)

positive club vs negative club - nenekasa

ohedo julia night - emurui

this fucked up wonderful world exists for me - i can handle another full group if they cover this 🫡

iya iya iya - emurui ? i wouldnt mind full group or len & rin being in the cover too but i just Really want wxs to cover it. 

nee nee nee - ruinene (still thinking abt this one. id be fine with vs only if it gets added but idk)

death shall not have taken thee - emukasa

isnt it “a” - nenekasa (im reaching and desperate)

role-playing game - FULL GROUP PLEASE!!!! IVE WANTED THIS AND ULTIMATE SENPAI IN GAME FOREVER Im desperate…….

apple dot com - emurui 

baka tsuushin - ruinene

[arckiaym]

legundo doobles while i'm at work :D

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OOH YEAH BABY! PARTY TIME BABY! MUSIC! DRINKS! SOCIAL PRESSURE & A PSYCHEDELIC BREAK DOWN! WELCOME TO VAMPIRE SOCIETY MOTHERFUCKER! ARE YOU SCARED? DO YOU UNDERSTAND YET? ITS OKAY IF NOT. FIRE DISSOLVED IT! ITS ALL GONE NOW. HAVE FUN!

[aelswiths]

AELSWITH IN 4x10 Part 1

[v4visms]

if it doesnt have a ship name in the brackets, then i'm unaware of it (or maybe it just doesn't have one). if it does have one, feel free to tell me. i can't edit the poll, but now i know

if you voted "none of these," i'd like to hear in the reblogs/tags what i missed!

[tumblweeds-omegaverse]

random omegaverse thought:

There must be people who experience specific instinct things with indifference or boredom.

Procreative cycle coming up? "Crap, I've got plans this weekend...stupid skip weeks."

Caught an intriguing scent while walking? "But I need to get to work! Shut up brain."

Had a snap response to a distressed sound? "Who was it?! ...right, it's my day off, I can go back to sleep."

Somebody growled at them? "Kid, I'm not a rival, that's my sibling."

Super cozy cuddle session happening nearby? "I'm gonna pass tonight guys, no social battery left, maybe next time."

Group of friends heading out to flirt and check out other singles? "I'm coming with you but only to make sure you all get home safe."

Setting where fated mates or soul bonds or permanent marks are a thing? "Meh. I don't really want one or care if I ever get one."

People in the actual omegaverse would get as bored of their stuff, as we do of ours, you know? It could be interesting to see that kind of vibe in fics. Biological demands faced with all the excitement of paying bills or doing laundry or tying your shoes.

Even if that kind of energy might not drive a plot, it could be interesting to have as a contrast to the people who do have big feelings about them - good or bad.

There's the friends who can't wait til they have a pack of their own, and the one friend who isn't against it but couldn't care less. There's the group in the office who are all about scent compatibility tests and figuring out one's best match and what sprays most highlight it, and the coworker who has no intentions on putting that much effort in. There are parents who hover and protect their offspring by scenting them multiple times a day, and others who don't see what the fuss is as long as it's done in the morning.

...also: packs with introverts who show care by giving each other space. So often, closeness is depicted through physical touch and tactile affection, but comfortable silence is meaningful too. Knowing people are near, but not having to interact until you're ready. Sitting in the same room doing different things, knowing that all it takes is a "hey, look at this" to share what you're up to. People understanding and accepting each other's differing or fluctuating needs for how and when to recharge. Seeing somebody reaching out or sharing space, beyond what's their norm, as a signal of the fact that they care.

[aziidaa]

some sneak peek wip for mermaid au teehe

[skyliv]

why wouldn’t she just have them edit out her tripping is she stupid

[kaiserouo]

uhhhhhhh

[idaaadivock]

not to talk about dune on main but like. lisan al-gaib became an instant meme in the theater i was at. like great acting amazing music (thank you hans zimmer you're a real one) phenomenal photography and setting and fight choreography

but stilgar's LISAN AL-GAIB in every circumstance possible was so funny it made the whole theater erupt into laughter directly after the fight with feyd-rautha which is supposed to be like. poignant ig and powerful and an overall vibe

y'all hit the wrong vibe besties 😭😭

[scrawlingskribbles]

help I'm suddenly waxing extremely emo abt Enid "friendless lone(ly)-wolf but at least free to exist as her truest self" vs. Rad "having friends but at the cost of being completely-utterly trapped by Their opinions/expectations of him", wahhhh,,,,,

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!Reader Character: Shanks Kink: #13 Sensory deprivation Prompt: #13 "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Gift Giver: @stargirldelight

Summary: A little sensory deprivation takes more than just your sense of sight, and you're surprised how much you relied on your sense of smell.

Content Notes: oral received, vaginal fingering, sight deprivation, scent deprivation, teasing, standing orgasm.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

The strange mask Shanks had put on you was keeping you from seeing anything, and from smelling anything. You hadn’t been certain what depriving your sense of smell was going to do to you, but the answer was, a lot.

Shanks had snuck up on you so completely that when his hand rested on your hip you nearly screeched. It wasn’t even that he had caught you off guard, it was that the familiar touch had an air of strangeness to it.

Subconsciously, you had always picked up on his scent, and without that input you’d been certain someone had snuck into your otherwise safe space. You held onto Shanks as he held onto you in return, talking into your ear softly.

“It’s okay, it’s just me.” He says reassuringly. “You poor thing, you sounded legitimately scared.”

“I didn’t realize,” you admit, still trying to calm your heart. Shanks’ hand against your body was calming, but there was an almost constant sense of it being someone else’s. “Haaa, I didn’t think it would make such a difference.”

“You need to take it off, babe?” He asks and you shake your head.

“No, I j-just need you to keep talking to me, please.”

“Sensory deprivation to sensory overload, huh?” He muses, and you feel the scruff of his facial hair against your neck as he leaves soft kisses on your skin. His steady hand moves over your body, avoiding the most sensitive places for now.

He’s more focused on getting you used to the feel of him with your senses blocked.

“There we go,” he hums, feeling your body starting to relax. He doesn’t let you lose track of him, even for a second, moving around and handling you so sweetly. “Now that you’re relaxed, I can begin to tease you properly.”

You can hear the mischief in his voice, and it sends a pleasant shiver along your skin. Shanks brings your hands up, one after the other, and wraps them around a decorative pole. You recognize it as one of the posts on the bed, and use it to keep yourself steady as his hand begins to wander over you in earnest.

“Don’t let go of that.” He instructs. “Spread your legs for me too, ah-!” You spread your legs and stick your ass out toward him, eliciting a pleased hum from him. “Look at you, teasing me.”

His hand presses into your thigh, running up against your skin and making your body tremble. Calloused hands reached the curve of your ass and his hand left you for the first time since the evening had started. It didn’t leave you for long, a sharp smack against your ass sent a shiver through your body and tore a surprised gasp from your lips.

You stayed in your position, shifting your hips a little to one side to tease him a bit. You heard the soft grunted laugh, and just after his hand came down on your other ass cheek. The sharp sting was less surprising – you’d literally been asking for it – and the lingering tingle of pleasure pulled a soft, pleased moan up into your throat.

You can feel him moving around you, and a moment later you can feel his breath between your thighs. He shifts more and you can feel the warmth of his shoulders against the front of your thighs. His hand steadying the backside of your thigh as he kisses the inside.

“Sh-Shanks!” You gasp, barely managing to keep a hold of the bedpost.

“Hold onto the post, love, and don’t worry,” he leans forward, kissing up the inside of your thigh, your legs spreading a little further to help him reach his destination. “I’ll take care of you.”

Shanks’ hand grabs your ass, holding your slit against his mouth firmly even as you squirmed from the initial sensation. You’re holding onto the bed post like it’s a life raft at this point, body shivering as his tongue pushes against your clit.

You can hear him, you can picture what he must look like, sitting on the floor, face between your legs, even if you can’t see him right now. Those eyes watching every twitch and shiver, analyzing everything you do and adjusting accordingly.

You could blindfold him, and you were certain he’d still drink in everything he needed to know to bring you to the brink.

He puts one of your legs over his shoulder, shifting you enough to push his tongue inside your pussy, his nose against your clit. Your addled mind wasn’t even sure how he was breathing as he devoured you, his thick, wet tongue practically coiling inside you. All you could do was hold on as the pleasure continued to build.

You leaned into him, leaned into the pole. Both of your legs shook as the pleasure continued to build. His fingers pushed into your sopping cunt as he shifted again, and you heard him breathe in deeply before he began to suck and lick your clit, fingers pushing deeper.

“Just like that,” he praises you, somehow managing to steady you and fuck you with the same hand. “Let me hear that sweet voice as you cum.”

He wasn’t going fast. He never seemed to be in a rush, but he knew exactly what to do. How to make your heart race before he even began, how to soothe you without letting you actually calm down. He knew how to use his tongue in so many ways it almost made you angry, but that anger did nothing but enhance the feelings between your thighs.

“Shaaaaanks, Shanks, please.” You gasp. Your arms are trembling, your legs might hold up, but you can’t keep holding onto the bed post. “L-Let me tah-touch you.” You gasp, arms squirming as the tip of his tongue flicks over your clit.

“Please do,” he responds, diving back between your thighs, pushing a third finger into your vagina. The lewd wet sound nearly makes you cum as your arms drop from the bed post. Your fingers tangle into his hair roughly, and the grunt tears through your core.

The pleased hum that follows has a heavier effect on you and the orgasm crashes into you. It’s by his will that you manage to stay upright, crying, squirming, and twitching as your toes curl and he manages to hold you against his face.

He guides you down carefully as you come down from your first orgasm. Your shaking legs are on either side of his waist, your shivering arms are wrapped around his shoulders.

“See? Just like that.” He assures you.

[bibleofficial]

god bless sleeping 12hrs nightly