#how i crave your honeyed words...how i love your tender compassion

[igixri]

girls night :)

[danosrosegarden]

heart for brains - karl heisenberg x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚♡

{contents ♡ turbulent feelings, a good mix of fluff and angst, somnophilia, penetrative sex (genitals of reader not specified)}

{word count ♡ ~700}

{author's note ♡ this piece was originally going to be this year's kinktober day five, but i just couldn't wait! i'm new to the resident evil fandom, so if this is horrifyingly ooc or "he would not fucking say that" in any way, please avert your eyes and pretend you saw nothing. enjoy!}

♡ a bizarre flurry of emotions fluttered through your veins each time you looked at him. it was unfamiliar territory, whatever it was you two had going on. you were both navigating without compasses. the thick, sugary-sweet warmth of another body laying in bed next to him was something karl never thought he'd want. the comforting wrap of arms around your shoulders was something you never thought you'd need.

♡ but it was all a far, confusing cry from picturesque. you spent hours at the end of most days trying to piece together the shards of broken glass scattered around the frame.

♡ sometimes you raised your voices. sometimes you went to bed with any gently glowing, good memories snuffed out by the scorching hot anger you felt pulsating through your body. yet still, more times than you'd like to admit, you felt pools of tears glistening like dirty, shameful rivers in your eyes. goddamnit, why did you care like you did? if you were to be dancing this dizzying, aching tango with any other man, you would have ruled a long time ago that he just wasn't worth it. what made heisenberg so fucking special?

♡ the good moments did exist. you thought of them with a skipping heart and soft smile. how deeply those moments moved you. those moments where he'd let you run your nimble fingers through his hair. those moments where you'd let him sew tender kisses onto your neck. you knew it didn't come easy for either of you.

♡ you should understand something crystal clearly: it wasn't that he didn't care for you, too. karl reran the tapes in his head constantly, in fact: your sparkling sunshine smile. your wild, unbridled laugh. the slow, honeyed drone of your quiet singing voice that he secretly listened in on when you thought he was out. he truly didn't want to lose what he had, but it was just easier to push you away when the blackened claws of the lonesome past held a suffocating grip on his heart.

♡ it would be difficult not to think of...certain other moments as well. the moments of desperate grabbing and blazing hot desire. chaotic passion, reckless love. was it actually love? the word grabbed hold of your throat and pushed with might. it was entirely overwhelming, and you preferred not to think of it. emotions make you weak.

♡ sex was best served after marinating in your wrath for awhile after another pointless argument. that's really what they all were...pointless. you couldn't even remember what you were angry at him for as you felt the warm appetite shimmer between your legs.

♡ it crossed your mind every once in awhile, what something slow might be like. something soft and malleable like clay, something where the walls fell down and all those hidden feelings bubbled to the surface and spilled over.

♡ and it happens, one night where you wake in the inky dark of midnight to hear soft sighs spilling from his lips where he laid next to you. you could feel him shifting, could hear the rustle of his hand on the fabric of his trousers.

♡ "you could've woken me up."

♡ you feel his body jump. "didn't know you were awake. sorry." his rasped, half-hearted mumble gives you a chuckle.

♡ your emotions make you weak. you can't seem to bring yourself to care about that when he takes you up on your offer and slips inside of you, hands wrapped around your chest. "back to bed, sweet thing," he whispers.

♡ maybe you were weak. maybe you did crave to let your heart override it all. god, it felt good to let yourself tumble down the silk-soft staircase of unconsciousness as the hot, tingling knot coiled itself tighter and tighter in your gut with each gentle thrust. drowsy with sleep, drunk off the feeling of the mild stretch and warm breath on your neck.

♡ there'd be the days that upset you. sour snapshot memories that you'd look back on with a pit in your stomach. but you love him. you think of the bright days and you're sure of it.

[peixesoluvel]

"How I crave your honeyed words. How I love your tender compassion"

[gideoncav69]

how I crave your honeyed words // how I love your tender compassion

[iviarellereads]

Harrow the Ninth, Chapter 27

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(Third House icon) In which Harrow fulfills a promise.

Harrow loses time before waking up. She tries to dredge up a spike of adrenaline, but her pituitary gland is taking a much-needed vacation after her five-day waking terror.(1)

After an embarrassingly long time, she realizes she's in Ianthe's bed,(2) and Ianthe is nearby practicing with her rapier. She reassures Harrow that she can handle anything big brother Duty wants to throw at them to get to her, and suggests Harry get more sleep. In the end, it's the scent of Ianthe being familiar, and Harrow's yearning for anything familiar, that lets her drift off again.

When she wakes again, she sees Ianthe on the floor, shadowed and surrounded by her own blood, trying to cut off her faulty replacement arm with no success as it heals as quickly as her knife can penetrate.

It was with very little trepidation that you dropped to your knees beside her.(3) You rolled her onto her back--and she looked at you with terrified eyes, half-blue, part-brown, with fragments of lavender. Her mouth was an ugly twist, contemptuous of herself. You had seen that expression a million times in your mirror, but never on her.(4) "Harrow," she said unsteadily. She was trembling. "You're a fool," you said. "How I crave your honeyed words," said Ianthe. Her mouth was almost purple from the pain. "How I love your tender compassion."(5)

Harrow realizes the problem, the arm needs to come off all at once, and tells Ianthe to find something to bite down on. Ianthe looks confused for a moment, then tears off some of the lace on her skirt and rolls it into a bit for her teeth. Harrow examines her, touching Ianthe's ribs to get a sense of her skeleton through the Lyctoral resistance to necromantic scanning.(6)

It was so easy. Now that you had slept, everything was easy. It was as though you had been walking in a lead casing, and now you were free. As before any difficult work, you prayed out loud: prayed for the rock to go unrolled and for the closed eye and the stilled brain; prayed for a woman you loved(7) to assist you in disrobing a woman you did not,(8) but whose bones you would sacramentally adore.(9) You kneeled on her thighs and unsheathed a great shank of bone from your knuckles--Ianthe bucked, just the once(10)--and you sharpened the edge to a translucent, liquid thinness.

With a single swipe, Harrow takes off the whole arm at the seam line, and cauterizes the meat. She then regrows a new arm from Ianthe's stump, skeleton-only with just enough flesh to connect nerves and tendons to move it effectively, with Ianthe's own flesh as a pattern.

Ianthe picks up her rapier, and tests it with that hand, appearing to finally be able to use it. She goes out to test it better, leaving Harrow alone for a paranoid twenty-five minutes before returning, gloriously relieved. Even Augustine approved, hideous as the limb is, and offered to gild it.

"I'm real, I work. Harry, I am a Lyctor." Her jubilance was infectious. It did not hurt you. You were not a Lyctor. You said, "You may feel free to thank me anytime you so choose." Ianthe was suddenly beside you on the bed. She had dropped her rapier among the bedclothes and for the very first time brushed the dry distal tip of her new pointer finger against your cheek. You were vulnerable, but you did not pull away. She tapped you on the cheekbone, and once on the tip of your nose, and then lastly pressed her naked finger to your bottom lip. "Thank you?" she said. "Harrow, you loved that."

Another moment, in which the narration notes how close they are, how Ianthe's nightgown "gapped, somewhat, at the front." Ianthe says she knows how to thank Harrow, and Harrow is bemused, still riding high on being Harrowhark Nonagesimus again, of having performed a small sort of miracle.

Ianthe took her finger from your lips, looked at you, and smiled a phosphorescent and confidential smile. She said, "I'm going to help you kill the Saint of Duty."

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(1) I obviously can't and don't particularly want to relate to this specific experience but I have experienced not being able to pull an emotional reaction out of myself which is heckin weird. Do not recommend. (2) How intimate! (3) So, I've seen a lot of people compare this to a sort of sex scene, and you have to admit… there's a lot of overlap. Ianthe struggling to accomplish something animal and failing on her own, Harrow dropping to her knees to serve. The real, raw way they see each other in this moment. (4) Harrow knows self-contempt all too well. She hasn't spent a whole lot of time actively in it in this book but I think we've gotten enough of a look at her through this and Gideon to understand that much. (5) And again, this sort of dirty flirting talk between them. Ianthe's primary form of communication seems to be sarcasm sometimes, but she knows Harrow knows what's going on here. (6) Ribs, or something else nearby, eh Harrow? [suggestive eyebrow waggle] (7) The Body. (8) Ianthe. (9) Harrow reveres all bones. (10) Now that I pointed out the sex scene parallels this starts to look real pornographic, doesn't it? Boning and bucking and not quite alliterative connection about it but nevertheless an air of tension.

[thunderon]

Gideon + Narrating Ianthe

for deep personal satisfaction, i compiled quotes of gideon ragging on ianthe during the entirety of harrow the ninth. enjoy, folks.

Ianthe Tridentarius was a black hole where no heart could be sensed beating and no brain could be seen sparking.

Ianthe had sat up —she never could follow instructions—

But despite the violently awful nudes—the excess of latticework—Ianthe—you were a frequent visitor to her den.

Ianthe always wanted everything brought back to liminal spaces and hell, as though her rooms were not enough.

You could press your hand to Ianthe’s chest, if you wanted—which you didn’t, naturally.

...its partakers all wearing the filmy mother-of-pearl Canaanite robes that clung to Mercymorn like starlight, turned Augustine ethereal, gave Ianthe jaundice…

Augustine hinted you should “dress”— which you took to mean that you should wear your mother-of-pearl robe by way of ritual, and which Ianthe took to mean that she should wear things beneath hers that were not worth looking at.

This was in every single way a better thing to wake up to than the face of Ianthe “Love My Twin, Also Murder” Tridentarius.

“How I crave your honeyed words,” said Ianthe...“How I love your tender compassion.” This was rank hypocrisy but you were too focused to care.

“There are very complex power dynamics on this station,” said your sister Lyctor, with whom you had a very complex power dynamic.

Ianthe tapped your shoulder with the invitation in her usual parody of playfulness, which was a little like being batted around by a predator while still alive.

[Ianthe] could not bear meetings, or any kind of organised activity where she might be forced to deal with anyone else’s opinion

[glitter-garbage]

How I crave your honeyed words... how I love your tender compassion

[ficsnroses]

First Time - Keanu Reeves x Virgin! Reader

Word Count : 6K (so sorry omg)

Warnings : Major fluff, smut. oral sex. 

Summary : Keanu and reader have sex for the first time in their relationship, which happens to be reader’s first time ever.

A/N : I hope you enjoy! This one took a hot minute. Your feedback and comments are what makes it worth it, please do leave some if you get a chance! I think I can make this concept better, so maybe we can try again with John or something later? Requested by lovely lovely anon :)  💛

“I got it,” Keanu reassures, a gentle kiss placed to the side of your head, empty dishes piled in his grip. You watch him pace his kitchen tiles, neatening order to the seemingly distraught counters. He’d invited you over tonight, cooked you a special meal accompanied with an ample glass of your preferred Mourvèdre red. He always knew how to treat you well, to the upmost standard of perfection.

Keanu and you had been together for four months, and you knew what you had was undeniably special; to say the least. Everything about him, the way he treats you, the way he loves you, was something you’d perhaps only dared to dream prior.

To think you’d ever taste it; that had just seemed absurd. He changed that, with his kindness, his compassion, thoughtfulness, his merit. His warmth, his affection. His love.

Needless to say, you’d fell for each other quite swift, shared your first ‘I love you’s’ only weeks into being together. Keanu hadn’t expressed it yet, but to him, it was crystal clear.

You were all he wanted, everything he hoped for, everything and all he knew he needed for the rest of his being.

You were it for him,

and he knew well, he knew positively that he’d tell you soon. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back any longer.

Observing him, your legs dangle, chin propped on your hand, set at the kitchen bar stool. The kitchen window stays cracked slightly ajar, the mild breeze filtering in morphs everything placid, a beautiful, consoling evening at bay with your love. His exquisite café noir eyes, they channel a beautiful glow tonight. Something so coolly divine, a pleasure to marvel in. In those earthy hues, you found your own little piece of heaven; cherished his old soul, a bliss of the finest.

“There’s a killer sunset tomorrow, maybe we could go for a bike ride?” He proposes, drying his hands on a floral tea towel. Needless to say, you’d been over quite frequently lately, little touches of your taste, additions of your interest deliberately working their way into his home. He preferred it that way, though. Relished knowing there was someone for him, who cares enough to make sure he’s doing alright.

“Ke, I don’t know how to ride a bike.” You proclaim, lips turning to a small frown. His chest fills with admiration, a bustle of gratitude to the thought of your purity, your virtue. A large hand rakes through his hair, gentle strides leisuring over to you, a grin daubed to his thin lips.  

“All you have to do, is hold onto me. I know you can do that.” He chortles a smile, stocky palms finding your waist, before he brings your arms around his shoulders, as they circle you whole, his soft lips touching a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Right.” Blushing in recognition, you connect your gazes, generous height towering over you slight as you stay sat on the stool. His thumb brushes your bottom lip, a loose strand of hair tucked behind your ear, positioned perfectly, his touch delicate to the brim.

He’d always touch you with that uphold of love, that luxuriousness of delicacy, the salutation of something so precious, something he cherished more than the rise of the golden sun after a rummaging rain. That’s what you felt to him-

Solace. After far too long, in the rummaging rain.

Slow, his lips trace yours, fingers resting to your cheek as he cups your skin to his palm; delicate, gentle, pouring all the love he had to offer into your entirety. You hum into the kiss, arms wrapping his neck with a spare hand tangled in his dusty locks, your other rested on his nape. “I love you.” His whispers left against your breath, so quiet you’d surely have missed it, had he not been so proximately nestled in your arms. Caringly, his forehead rests to yours, lips finding the honey of your taste again, pulled closer to the pine scent of his body, a cigarette smoked not long ago lasting his shirt seams. You hold each other, swilled in your connection, lips getting lost in a ballet of their own, a pirouette of fondness, steeped in what it meant

               to truly have everything, in the given moment.

Not a word is spoken as you indulge in each other, yet a story worthy is communicated.

His kisses are tender, filled with love, so much love you’re not even sure you can process all of it. Sealed eyes feel what sight cannot, the feel of complete, uncompromised wholeness evident in the way you pull the other closer, his hands exploring the curves of your hips, slowly lingering under the hem of your shirt. He stays measured, cautious, sure not to make you uncomfortable, yet enough to feel you. To really feel you, in all the ways he craved.

Keanu and you had done a lot together in the past few months, perhaps spent every waking moment together you could.

But you hadn’t done that yet. You hadn’t given that part of yourself to anyone yet.

With Keanu, however, you knew you would eventually get there. You love him, and you do want him to be the one who takes that vulnerability from you. You trust him. And you want to give that to him; want him to know that he means the world to you. Perhaps you’d been holding back, because deep down, you knew. You knew, that when you do get there, when it does happen, that’ll be the pinnacle. You’ll fall endlessly, profounder for him, perhaps more than you have now.

And there won’t be a turning point.

Slow, Keanu’s kisses drift trail from your lips, a few gentler ones peppered to your cheeks, your forehead, trailing lower, easeful, silken, his hands caressing the skin of your waist, smoothly roaming your figure with all the love he felt in that moment for you. His lips brush the skin of your neck, trifling, open mouthed kisses stippled across your satin skin. You feel his breath, heartfelt, tantalizingly warm, letting you know he’s near, intoxicated in all of you. Small moans fall your lips, troubled to stay in, fingers gathering through his shadowy mane.

Your breath hitches when he squeezes your skin a little tighter, kisses growing slightly wetter, his hands trailing further into your shirt, dancing the sendal skin. He feels you tense to his touch, looking down slightly, edgy as your breath becomes faintly more erratic. With his forehead resting to yours again, he pulls you closer, holding your body in an adoring embrace.

“Baby,” his voice is rich, frail as he empathizes, hand moving to hold yours. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Soft, he presses another kiss to the corner of your lips. “I’ll wait for you, as long as you need.” Deep and gravelly mumbled, yet another kiss dwells, this time to your hand as he caresses it, lacing your fingers. “I’m in love with you, you know that, right?”

Keanu and you had passionately made out before, often. But you’d yet to go all the way, and he knew that was a place you hadn’t ventured thus far. With anyone.

Taking in a deep breath, you exhale slow, still avoiding eye contact. You wanted him, each and every part of him. Yet, the realization was prominent; there would be no going back once you went there.

Yet, that didn’t scare you.

For the first time in your being, you weren’t scared. You could never be scared of how much you loved him, and you recognized he felt the exact same.

Cupping his cheek, your gaze finally connects to his, concern evident in his features. He looks softer, consideration, kind-hearted assurance seeping his chocolate orbs. Leaning into your touch, he eases, admiration seared, contented. His words spoke utterly true.

He’d wait for you, forever. No matter the fret.

“I want to.” You whisper, eyes glossy. “With you. I’m ready.”

Awestruck, his gaze relaxes, moderating as he soothes up and down the small of your back, almost has if to assure himself, of the words he’d just heard.

You wanted him. You trusted him.

He might have just entirely succumbed to you in that moment. A moment he’d never forget, for as long as he’d be.

He nods, thumb soothing the skin of your knuckles as he holds your hand in his, a lingering kiss pressed to your palm. Subtle, his lips drench in yours again, pulling your figure, contiguous on his grasp. Keanu had gone all the way before, with many women. Though, he’d never felt this strong before.

He knew, and he knew well. Whatever would happen between you tonight, would be an experience for him as well. A pleasure, a bliss; a paradise. A privilege in its own right, for it would be with the woman he yearns, longs for above all.

Your legs tangle around his waist, his durable hands smoothing your thighs as he gets a good hold. “Can we take this upstairs?” He rasps, lips only pulling away brief. Casting him a gentle smile, you allow him to lift you, lips found on yours again within seconds. The anticipation of what was to come overwhelms you; heart fluttering a thousand a second. You lose yourself in him, the entire journey up the wooden steps that lead to the dainty bedroom, nonchalant gray walls dimmed in the subtle, elusive bedside glow, the light a sentiment of its own, empowered by the thought of what you two would do soon- what lovers do.

Placing you down on the bed, he hovers over ever so slight, careful not to hurt you in any way. He’d treat you as a delicate, porcelain doll tonight, with the upmost care, affection, passion and respect. He was going to show you the stars alike; make you feel just how vulnerably, helplessly in love with you he was, just how much he truly felt for you.

“Tell me to stop anytime, okay, baby?” He undertones, your face cupped in his hands. Nodding, your hands place on his shoulders, a small sigh emitted to the feel of his indulgent lips grazing your skin, kisses speckled on the dip of your neck, his hands firm on your waist. He moves slow; savouring, favouring each inch of you. They trail delicately to your collarbone, slowly advancing further down until he reaches the valley of your breasts, the thin fabric of your shirt shielding your beautiful modesty from him.

He feels his pants tighten just at there mere sight, your nipples hardening through the textile. Trailing up slight, his hands move just under your breast, silently waiting confirmation. “Can I, sweetheart?” His velvet tone inquires, awaiting your approval.

You nod, feeling another kiss brief to your lips before he works your blouse, peeled off your skin by his tempting hands. The hook of your bra, laced adorned on your chest sheltering your breasts from him still cause his breath to hitch, the thought of seeing all of you for him soon hazing his racing thoughts. He releases the held clasp, delicately peeling the straps off your shoulders, lips immediately embellishing your nude chest.

“So beautiful, baby.” He gushes, whispers quiet into the evening calm. “So beautiful.” Feeling slightly shy, you bite your lip; you’d never been this exposed for someone before. Yet, the way Keanu worshipped each inch of your silky skin, his tongue leaving small, wet kisses to your breasts, hands gently massaging, you swore you’d drowned in butterflies.

He trails lower, breath temptingly warm on your skin, a scatter of delicate kisses down your stomach, inching closer to the waistband of your pants. Dipping in his index, he looks up at you, for confirmation. His hand finds yours again, threading your fingers together, sincerely locking your eyes. “Is this okay, love?”

You nod again, faintly, feeling waves of anticipation flow each nerve in your body. There was fear; vulnerability, yet it all compared insignificant. The way he never let go of your hand, was enough to confirm just how much he cared for you, just how much he wanted this to be comfortable for you.

His hands move with so much patience, laced with so much admiration, respect, everything you’d dreamed of for your first. Gently, he glides your bottoms and underwear down, completely exposing your body, bare underneath him. Soothing the skin of your hips, he peppers more kisses entirely over, only stopping once he’s dangerously close to your sensitive center. His hand never leaves yours, body moving up to speak close; proximate to your lips, spare hand cupped on your cheek. “Do you trust me?” He asks, quiet, sincerity glazed cocoa globes locking with yours.

“I do.” Pressing a kiss to his lips, you promise.

A soft kiss places on the tip of your nose, his grip on your hand tightening. “I wanna make you feel so good, sweetheart.” Slow, his lips leave yet another wet kiss to the side of your neck. “I’ll stop, anytime you want me to. I want this to be perfect for you, baby.” Kissing the top of your palm again, he begins to dip back down, ready to please you into complete, and utter,

         oblivion.

Within seconds, he’s nestled himself between your thighs, fingers gently spreading your folds. “Beautiful.” His deep voice soothes. “I’m in awe with all of you, baby.” Showering kind, tender kisses to the insides of your thighs, you whimper, feeling his breath dally close to your center. You’d never felt anything like it before, and he hadn’t even started yet.

“Tell me if this feels good, okay?” He delves in, a kiss pressed to your aching clit. “Relax for me, baby.” Murmuring into your center, his thumb soothes over your skin as it holds your hand, his spare rested on your hip, assuring you he’s listening. Expertly, his tongue laps your clit, swirling all your sensitive nerve endings, soft moans escaping your lips. “Does that feel good, angel?” he inquires, delicately working you again, tongue flattening further, alternating between fast and slow flicks of affection.

You moan in response, eyes fluttering shut to the feel of him eating you out. The sounds; oh the sounds. The sounds his lips let out, slicked with your releases building up turn you on further, the feeling something so uniquely embroidered in bliss, something you’d never felt before.

And to feel it, from the love of your life, it was proving to be too much.

Your back arches into his touch, hearing him moan against your clit, licking all around your entrance, long strides, your soft, whiney moans encouraging him. His lips curl into a smile sensing your hand tangle in his coffee hued hair, tugging lightly with your pleasure building. You feel something coming – the pleasure building so far, you feel you’re nearing climax. His mouth laps you further, pressure harder, sucking to your swollen nub, his hands roaming your exquisite body.

“Keanu…oh,” You yelp. “…it feels so good,” You barely whisper, whines lacing your voice, chest rising and falling to the feel of his hands on you. Keanu works harder at your center, determined to have you as soaked, as wet as possible for him.

He didn’t want the main event to cause you too much pain when he’d first make home within you. It’d kill him to see you in pain, even if he knew it would be replaced by pleasure thereafter.

“Let go for me, sweetheart.” He hums to your throbbing center, the pleasure built to the brink of explosion as you feel a delicacy so new, a feeling so surreal as you come for him. He allows you to ride out your high, an enticing moan of his name hollowed into the room, his lips easing you down from pure delight, small wet kisses scattering, still lapping over your folds. As he moves to face you, you see a slickness coat his beard, glistening with your releases.

“Was it good, honey?” He smiles, wiping himself clean. Stripping himself of his clothes, they discard into the pile, tangled with yours on the bedroom floor. You watch him pull down his boxers, exposing his manhood for you for the first time.

To say he looked intimidating; would be an understatement.

Keanu’s member channeled a generous length, the girth of it whole making you swallow. It surrounds in a bush of his dark hair, similar to the strands of his mane. A few, thick veins run up his shaft, his tip a beautiful, rosy pink, swollen erect to the sight of you, ready to take him. On the tip of his cock, you spot a few beads, dewdrops of pre cum seeping out, gliding his enlarged tip. Hovering over you, he gives himself a few measly tugs, lips moving down to press a kiss to your lips, chuckling. Two of his stocky digits reach down, roaming your wet folds, making sure you were perfectly primed for him.

“I know it might look scary, but we’ll go slow, okay?” Brushing his thumb to the soft skin under your eye, he places a delicate kiss to your jaw. “I would never hurt you, sweetheart. I promise.”

“I know. I trust you.” Smiling, you tangle your hands in his hair, as he hovers over you, forehead connected to yours as you drink each other in. His hands hold you close, an abundance of care, completely bare, exposed for each other; vulnerable as could be. Sighing, he closes his eyes, feeling your fingers lightly soothe his scalp.

“I love you, Y/N. So much. This means a lot me.”

Your heart fills, awestruck at the man who holds you in his arms. The man you’d be giving a piece of yourself to tonight, something he’d hold forever.

“I love you, Ke. I really do.” You vocalize, whisper peaceful, soft.

Collecting himself, he kisses you brief again, reaching over to the bedside table for protection.

It was finally happening; he was finally going to make love to you. Something he’d dreamed of for a while now. It had been tough, real tough to go without sex for a few months. But he’d do it again in a heartbeat, for you. Sex had always meant a lot to Keanu, it wasn’t just something he threw around. And to do it, with you. With the lady he knows he wants to cherish for the rest of his days, meant unrivalled.

Tearing the silver lining of the packet, he slides the condom on himself in a swift motion, halting once the band hits his very full base. His hand plants to your waist, eyes locking yours again. With a fled giggle, you rest your hand to his chest, smirking. “You always have those laying around?”

Cheeks flushed red, he pauses for a moment, stuttering. “I…uh…no, I just..” Cupping his cheek tenderly, you smile. “Baby, I’m only teasing.” You comfort. “What you did before me…it’s none of my business. Really.” You assure.

He smiles, staring into your eyes. “I’ve never really had many women in this bed with me before. It just never felt right.” He sighs. “But I knew I wanted that with you. No matter how long it took us to get there.”

You scratch his beard gently, soothing his cheek. You’ve never felt this deep, this enveloped in emotion before. Keanu really had something so uniquely him; something you longed for. His features have softened in the dim light, the laugh lines in the corners of his mocha eyes a little more prominent while he’s so close. He’s beautiful, and you’re ceaselessly in love with him.

And gosh, you want to scream it from the rooftops.

“Besides…” He starts, looking down brief, slight shyness in his tone. “Maybe someday, we won’t need them.”

If he hadn’t had your heart squealing for him before; that definitely did it. That pierced through you, heartfelt.

Biting your lip, you beam him a smile, giggling. With another kiss to your forehead, Keanu’s hand moves to hold yours delicately again, lacing your fingers. ��Are you ready, sweetheart?” Nodding, you hold his hand tighter, nervousness overtaking your senses. You wanted so badly to be good for him, to be everything he hoped for.

Keanu takes your arms, positioning them around his neck. “Hold onto me, baby. I wanna feel you close.” His deep voice illuminates, taking hold of his pulsing cock that ached to feel all of you around it.

Lined up at your entrance, Keanu confirms once more, desperately wanting to make sure you were alright. “Is this still okay?” You squeeze him tighter in response, assuring him with a soothe up and down his nape.

“I’m so sure, Keanu. I want this with you.” Gently, your lips touch. “You trust me, right?” You echo him from before, giving a gentle smile. He nods, breath felt on your skin as he hovers close, glancing down to guide himself in.

Within a moment, his sturdy hand wraps his member, his swollen, rosy tip touching your entrance. With his hand holding yours secure, he sighs at the contact with your drenched cunt, sinking himself in slow, steady, incredibly gentle, merely a few centimeters in. He hisses at how tight you already are, tighter than anything he’s ever felt before. Squeezing your hand, he waits for approval.

“Are you alright, baby?” He kisses you, tender. “Tell me when.” He waits, cock still, waiting adjustment. You nod, feeling alright so far. Signalling him to sink deeper, you sense his cock stretch you further, moving in about 2 inches into you.

He had moved slow, cautious. Yet, a wince, paired with an emitted gasp flees your lips at the sensation. He halts, kissing your cheeks tenderly, your forehead, each inch of your face. “You’re doing amazing, baby. You feel amazing.” He encourages, hand moving off his cock to cup your face. “You okay? Should I pull out?” He queries, concerned.

You shake your head no, eyes clasped shut, trying to focus on the feeling of him inside.

It burns. It burns real bad.

Yet, you encourage him to move deeper.

“Go in further, Ke.” You grimace, holding onto him tighter now. Slow and gentle, he guides himself in a little further, his cock half way in your cunt. You can’t help but gasp, the stretch far intense now, the burn overwhelming. A few tears flood your eyes, lips unintentionally curling into a slight frown as you bite your lip.

Keanu stays still, allowing your walls to accommodate to him. He feels horrible, his heart weakening at the fact that you’re feeling pain.

“Is it really bad, sweetheart?” He asks. “We can try again tomorrow, princess. We don’t have to if it’s too much.” He assures, pulling out of you. In an instant, your hands push him in closer to you, uttering.

“No, Ke, I’m okay. I’ll be fine, I just need to…get used to you.” Breathing in a shallow breath, you encourage him again. “I’m ready.”

Guiding himself in again, your legs spread further for him this time, as he nestles himself between your thighs. Gliding his tip over your folds, he allows you to get used to the touch. Carefully, he sinks deeper, making sure not to thrust.

You felt so divine for him, so perfectly warm, wet, tight, moulding around him like a glove. You felt, as if made just for him. The feeling was so intoxicatingly intense, so celestial- he felt it for sure. He felt himself fall deeper for you right in these moments. It took everything in his power to not move his hips into you, to not fuck you how he so desperately wanted to; to not let his selfish needs take over.

But his love for you was far too deep, far too real to do that to you. For him, you were first. Your needs above his, always.

He allows his cock to sit inside you, warming him as your walls adjust. You’d never been stretched this way before, and still, the pain triumphed above any insight of pleasure.

This was supposed to feel good?

“I’m proud of you, babe,” He praises, showering soft kisses all over your face, your neck, the curve of your chest a top your breasts- anywhere his lips could reach as he hovered, thriving length positioned inside you. Your eyes gloss still, shining each time the lamp flicker cascades in, flooding your orbs in the rare times you open to look at him. The pain has started to subside, yet remains contemporaneous still. Keanu stays patient, making sure above all that you were alright, holding your hand tight.

“I can go deeper; I think…” You whisper, wary, glancing down at the way his cock plants inside you, a fair amount still waiting to fit.

“Sure?” He soothes, stroking your cheek.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You whisper.

Slow and gentle still, Keanu lowers down into you further, and further. “Don’t stop, Ke..” You rasp, eyes clasped shut as you sense the burn perverse. “Go all the way.” He nods, mindless kisses placed on your cheeks, spilling his love onto you as his cock seeps in, your cunt practically cocooning him whole.

Relaxed, his hand moves to rub your clit, easing the sensation, hoping it would help you adjust and feel ease. The feel is heavenly, and he sucks in a sharp breath, breath hitching at the feel of you, completely entwining in him, your bodies moulding together as one.

As he hits your end, balls resting against your core with his cock sheathed all the way in, you take in slow, shallow breaths, attempting to soothe the sting away. You feel each inch of him, each ridge, each curve of his meaty cock inside, your walls practically pulse around him, urging, anticipating how it would feel when he starts to move.

“You ready, honey?” Keanu kisses you, leaving a few extra pecks to the corners of your mouth, hands cupping your cheeks as he holds your gaze. Nodding with an exhale, your arms tauten around him, urging him to move.

Unhurried, steady, Keanu moves his hips, in a fully drowned motion, sighing in relief with his cock swimming your cunt. Slowly in, slow out, making sure to do everything in his power to keep you comfortable. You whimper at first, the sensation surreal, feeling the pain slowly melt away into pleasure. He moves leisurely, relaxed, praises of encouragement never stopping his lips freefall, his hand never leaving yours until you’re ready to let go.

Keanu is there with you; for you, and he’s making sure you know it. You feel incredibly fortunate to have a lover who cares as much as he does, appreciates you, esteems, respects your boundaries as if a prayer he’d recite a million times.

Finally, you feel the pleasure really start to fade in, the feel of him inside you godly, unlike anything you’d ever felt. You reassure him to thrust a little faster now, a little harder, ready to cherish him whole. Keanu begins thrusting in and out at a normal, relaxed pace now, his eyes drifting shut to the feel of you around him.

It was everything he’d dreamed of; and more. You were the best he’d ever had for sure, and he was certainly already addicted to your feel.

“Ke…Keanu…it feels so good,” You moan, small, breathy gasp falling your lips. Your arms pull him closer, allowing his head to nuzzle into your breasts, hips moving diligently. All of you; is too much. Too beautiful, too tight, too warm, he’s far too madly in love with you to not savour each second, to feel as if floating in paradise.

A paradise of your body, something only his own, where only he was welcome. Before tonight, you both were madly, helplessly in love. Tonight only delved it further; gave you something physical, something more intimate than words of reassurance, a real sensation to counterpart. He’s looking into your eyes with so much love and lust, hips fucking into you at a steady pace, sure not to damage you. Eye contact plays cruical for you both, the connection surreal.

“Y/N,” He moans, watching himself slip in and out of your soaking walls. “Baby, you’re amazing,” He stifles, completely and utterly lost in your touch. You’d never looked more perfect to him, more beautiful, than right now. Your flawless skin glowing for him in the low light, your breasts bouncing beautifully, gently to his pace, so full, so swollen for him. Your face heats, and your body flushes with astonishment as he keeps eye contact, forehead pressed to yours as your bodies move together. As if almost habitually, your smooth, seamless legs wrap around his waist, urging to feel him deeper, quivering underneath him.

“Ke, I’ve never…” A gasp floods your throat. “Never felt this good,” Practically crying, your fingernails dig into his flesh, pulling him as close as you could. “You’re making me feel so good, Ke.” You whinge.

You moan in perfect harmony as he delves deeper into you, your taut muscles milking his cock, slick walls clenching around him making his head spin. Overwhelmed, your body trembles with each thrust, his erection splitting you inch by inch, stretching so deliciously, the waves of pleasure flood you whole, coursing through you. Steady, his hips pick up pace, incoherent moans and gasps filling each others ears, your skin sticking together as if bound as one, your lips shaping, dripping each other’s names religiously.

Broken breaths paired with his name fall free, your lips parted slight, barely a few centimeters apart. You feel your entire body move up and down as he jerks into you leisurely, trying his best to make you both last. His touch is firm, yet holds the upmost gentleness, tenderness, love held in each move, his hips rocking into you.

“Faster, Ke. Please.” You beg, eyes shut as you see the stars alike, focused on nothing but the feeling of him, all of him, only yours. Moaning eagerly, you spread your legs further, and he presses his face closer into your chest; your body, his lips taste drenched in sap as he kisses you sweet, passionate, adorned with love. Jerking faster, his cock throbs within you, twitching, pulsating, muffled moans scattering his breath, his dick gliding with ease from your glossy arousal, so perfectly slicked on his cock. The sounds your cunt makes each time he pumps into, they’re practically sinful, so wet, so tender.

“Listen to the sounds you’re making, sweetheart.” Suppressing a groan, his forehead falls against yours again, sizable cock pounding in and out. “You’re taking me so well, baby.” He moans. “I love you, I’m so in love with you,” He recites over and over, unable to hold back his praise for the goddess he had the pleasure to indulge in, in this moment.

You were perfect. Far too perfect. Being with you felt surreal to him; dreamlike.

Clenching his teeth, he squeezes your hips tighter, sucking in a sharp breath as you pull him flush to your chest, breasts pressed against him, your soft moans audible in his ears, delicate, deserving of all the pleasure, all the love he could give you. Focusing on the feel of each other, and everything in that moment,  you relish the way you fit together so fucking good. Trembling and whimpering, you attempt to ease your erratic breathing, the nirvana you’ve been plunged into become too much. 

Keanu feel too good to be true.

You feel him throb immensely inside you, his lip quivering as he tries his best to hold off his release. Sudden, his hips halt movement, burying deep inside you, stilled. Collecting his breaths, he sighs, head falling into your neck as you hold him close, soothing his back, fingers raking his dark mane in a calm soothe.

“What happened?” You ask, unsure of why he’d paused. “Is it not good?” You murmur, suddenly insecure.

“No, no baby.” Cupping your face, he kisses you, a softer peck instilled to your forehead with his gaze intently locked to yours. “You’re the best. Amazing, unreal.” He expresses, hands smoothing up and downs your sides, kissing the column of your neck. “But I’m not sure I can hold off longer when you feel this good.” He chuckles. “Give me a few seconds baby, I wanna last for you.”

You giggle, bringing him in for another kiss. Still, your pussy throbs around him, sheltering his member. Bringing your hand up to his lips, he speaks, small kisses embedded to your fingers. “You wanna try a different position, sweetheart?”

You nod inquisitively, trusting him with your body. Moving off you, he presses a delicate kiss to your belly, positioning himself beside you on the bed, his fingers tapping your hip to urge you to flip to your side. “You know how we cuddle sometimes?” Kissing your neck from behind, he pulls you flush. “How I hold you at night?” He positions himself the same; so close, spooning you from behind as he does, every night as you fall asleep together. “This should feel amazing, baby.”

Slow and sensual, he guides his cock into you from behind, arms coming around to hold you close, his head making refuge in the dip of your neck. His cock grinds your G spot to perfection, drowning you in complete ecstasy as he spoon fucks you, both hands connecting to hold yours, resting on your stomach.

You moan loud, feeling complete bliss, your orgasm building. “Ke, please don’t stop. Please.” You beg, your hands moving to grip his arms tight as they hold you, his biceps sheltering your body as he pounds in from behind. Your tongues roll each other’s names, Keanu’s lips never stopping their plethora of affection to your body. He leaves delicate, soft kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your head, anywhere he can reach from this position.

You practically sob, feeling each curve, each vein, each ridge of his massive cock leaving you sore, delicate with his thrusts. His balls slam your core each time, enthralling, moans loud, leaving you yelping for more. Shuddering, you feel him shiver, knowing he’s close to release as well. Hearing the bed frame creek only pushes you further, the thud of the frame against the back wall louder as he picks up pace.

His hand moves out front to rub circles to your clit, determined to give you a toe curling, liberating, tremendously brilliant orgasm. His woman deserved the best, and he was going to give it to her. Grunting, his bulky arms pull you closer, holding you to his chest as it rises as falls, the sweat beading his forehead causing his skin to flush pink.

“Ke,” You yelp, holding onto him tighter as he nuzzles in further to you. “I feel…I feel it coming,” You gasp, tears pricking at how well he’s making love to you; the purest, most indulgent, heavenly love you’ve ever felt.

“Me too, princess. Let go for me, baby. You deserve it.” He praises, hands moving over your breasts, massaging lightly, soothing the delicate skin. Your leg spread further for him, draping over his slightly to allow optimal access, his cock filling you to perfection, aching, your bodies throbbing for each other, so close to climax.

A string of stifling moans flee your lips, grip on him tightening, body rocking his pace, and within seconds, you cum together, waves of pleasure engulfing your entire bodies whole, each other’s names stuck on your tongues. Keanu stills deep inside you, hitting your end, each nerve ending in your body snapped tight as you feel your orgasm caste over you, his thick, creamy seed felt spilling inside you, despite the barrier of a condom keeping him from you.

You stop, coming down from your highs, bodies still entwined, his member snuggled inside your pussy, warmed by your heat, walls pulsating, throbbing, compressing him in.

Leaving more kisses to your shoulder and neck, he finally urges you to turn around to face him, your thighs undeniably sticking together, stippled with a mix of your releases, and everything he’d left behind. As your eyes connect with his once you face him, his arms immediately pull you close, foreheads connecting. Your hands find his bare chest, so lost in his eyes,

lost in the love he’d been radiating.

“You did so good.” He kisses you, hands smoothing up and down your back, chest rising and falling as he attempts to catch his breath. You feel his breath hot against your lips, as he whispers, resting his hand over yours on his chest. “Was it okay? Are you okay, sweetheart? I wasn’t too rough, right?” He inquires, nervous.

Giggling, you cup his cheek. “No, honey. It was perfect.” Is all you manage to muster out, feeling your eyes brim with tears.

Tears of pure happiness.

Keanu’s gaze softens, worried eyes glazing yours. “You’re crying. I’m sorry, did I do something?” he expresses, kissing the tip of your nose, your cheeks, desperately hoping he hadn’t fucked this up. He wanted this to be special for you, more than anything.

“No,” You sigh, cupping his cheek tenderly. “I…Keanu,” You start, faltering to collect your thoughts. With a deep sigh, you begin. “I’m so hopelessly in love you with you.” Quiet, you sniffle, feeling his hold on you tighten. “And tonight…I know I’ve just fell even further.” You exhale, overwhelmed with your own emotion.

Keanu’s eyes watch you, mesmerised, reciprocating each word. With his lips meeting yours in a honey seared kiss, he sighs in complete contentment, forehead against yours. “I feel the same, darling.”

In the quietude of the evening calm, the heavenly bedside glow glimmers, the radiance, the after glow just as serene, just as enthralling as the love you both felt in the aftermath. Feeling each other’s bodies close, Keanu kisses you tenderly, a luminosity of it’s own.

With his coarse voice soft, gentle, relishing in each part of you, each ounce of his being, complete with gratitude,

his silken tone speaks into the evening tranquil, his baritone a remedy of its own, soundless in a whisper,

    with the words reserved for you,

    and only you,

beyond all.

“You’re it for me, Y/N.

               You’re the one.”

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Hi my love :) this week has been rough. can i please request obi and knuckle kisses? I’ll cry, truly. (thank you so much, I heart you) :)

I truly hope this makes you feel better, lovely!! I heart you too <3

Gloom, that’s all there really is, isn’t there?

When all else is taken away, there remains little else than the sadness that seems to forget no one, least of all yourself. And Obi-Wan knows it. Oh, how he knows it, watching you sit at the window, with your reddened eyes tracing the path of raindrops on the transparisteel. Gloom, with its heavy veil laying across your head and shoulders.

He wouldn’t let you feel like this if he could help it. Having felt such lows himself with not so much as a hug for himself, Obi-Wan approaches your seat at the window with purpose.

A purpose; an offering of affection which he knows you only crave, that’s been looming in your thoughts for some time now. It’s not that he’d gone poking for it, it was more of a projection, that all you longed for was compassion, perhaps in the physical form.

His presence already feels soft to you. He’s standing at your side, not speaking yet but already conveying his utmost sympathies. The most you can manage is to look back at him, in awe of all that he is, but most of all admire the caretaker he’s become for your sake.

You know what’s coming; Obi-Wan’s attentiveness is no secret to you, and you feel yourself succumbing to it, ready to fall into it and let the gloom suffer.

His arms open and raise, waiting to be filled by the only person he’s let fill them and feel love for them back at the same time. As you rise, they lower back down, instead holding your hands with his. He holds them gently, holds them carefully, and tugs you closer.

Obi-Wan decided on something more intimate than his indelible embraces, and he’s hoping it will do better to erase your woes for the time being. Because he’s not naive, and certainly not when it comes to important matters. He knows that once the gloom is gone, it will come back some other day, with some other reason that he will readily and graciously fend off for you again.

A devastating warrior who’d rather not fight, save for the things that make you look the way you do now, that break his heart clean in two, awaiting the moment you’ll smile again and sew it back together. He’d fight them. Fight them without a break for air.

But, it’s without violence that he does so. Obi-Wan pauses before you, simply eyeing you, willing you to leave it all behind. Thumbs brush over your hands, that are then raised to his lips. He watches calmly, kissing your knuckles in his own good time, moving along them leisurely but without abandon. In its place is the fervor he keeps for you in his head and heart, the healing love that keeps his days light, and yours lighter.

The kisses keep coming with time, the time he always loves to take. They’re protective, dripping with honey and his earnest, enamoured soul. He closes his eyes as he favours your hands.

A tear slips across your cheek. The action is so tender and warm, the reality of it evades you; you’re left with a bursting heart that bleeds for Obi-Wan, as his does for you, bleeding red and never running out.

You solely feel him and he’s more than angelic. He’s still kissing the knuckles on one of your hands when he uses the other to wipe your tear away. With it goes the last of your worries. He adorns you with his feathery kisses, and you feel weak with the amount of belonging you feel. It’s something only he could manage - to make you feel that your place in the universe is meant to be.

He couples your hands in both of his and holds them to his chest, and unspoken come his words, love, my love, let me adore you. The world and everything in it falls back into place, around you and Obi-Wan, no less.

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of procedures and aftermath...

K: I wore...our special barrette when I went for my procedure today. As well as the compass talisman and my hair plaited with a tiny braid behind my ear.

J: You are lovely, darling

K: Smiles* You always make me feel so beautiful

J: It’s the truth, baby

K: ((((((((Jameson)))))))

J: I find you to be so

K: You fill up my heart

J: (((((((Kezziah)))))))

K: I feel so lucky to have you in my life. I feel you with me all the time.

J: I am fortunate indeed. I feel you, all the time… that red thread.

K: Mmmmmm. Yum.. smiles*

J: Ima tell you. .... My heart tells me.... this is all gonna be all right, something to not fear, I trust that part of me.

K: (((((((Jameson))))) Thank you darling.  I love you.

J: Love you. Wanna make out?

K: Yeah, I do.

J: Me too

K: As long as you don't mind my cold ass, damn ice pack on my rump cause of the biopsy. It's starting to really hurt

J: Sorry to hear that.  I would give you a spanking if you thought that would help.

K: I don’t think a spanking would help this… But kisses would help. I think

J: Kisses and ice cream

K: Uh huh. And cuddles. And hair brushing

J: Uh huh, ok

K: Feeling you run your fingers down my braid.... As you pull me into a kiss. Into your lap. Tugging on my nipples.

J: Fingers running all thru your hair.

K: Mmmmmmm. Kisses

J: Brushing out your hair from the edges towards center. Brush against your scalp

K: Oh yes daddy.

J: Pulling it down all the way slowly thru the entire length of your hair.

K: I love you.

J: Across each side and all the way down.  Kisses. Love you baby

K: Love you baby

J: Underneath near your neck

K: You feel/ hear me sigh

J: Pulling the brush thru all the small tangles.  Kissing your neck

K: Mmmmmm. My body relaxing against yours....A simmering arousal from your attention

J: Gathering it up in my hand. Brushing and letting it fall thru my fingers. Lightly scratching your back as the brush smoothly runs thru your hair. Kissing your neck

K: I love you, Jameson

J: Slightly tugging your hair so I can bring your lips around for a smiling kiss. I love you Kezziah

K: Compliant to your tugs and pulls..... I love the feel of you gathering me to you. My hair.  My body. My kisses. As you possess me...

J: Kissing your cheeks ....eyelids....earlobes. Forehead

K: Melting and feeling slightly ecstatic .... The arousal building from your tender attention

J: Brushing from your forehead all across your scalp and down through all the length of your hair.  One…Two… Three…Four long slow steady brushstrokes. Smiles*

K: There is something so deeply erotic and so possessive about this....

J: Mmm hmmmm

K: I feel such a curl in my belly.

J: My unmistakably semi-hard cock brushes against you as I take that brush thru your hair over and over......kissing. Your lips. Nibbling your lips

K: Yesssss

J: Would love to do this

K: It's like you are casting a spell on me....

J: My hand and arm slide under your breasts as the brush finds every bit of your hair. Under your hair

K: I feel sooooo submissive... Soooo possessed... Yours... Deeply aroused in this subtle soul wrapping way...

J: Sliding my hand away and givinga nipple a tug on the way as the brush goes thru it all gain

K: Mmmmmm hmm mmm

J: Nibbling your neck and tugging a nipple

K: Daddy....... Jameson.....yessssssssss

J: Setting the brush down....Gathering all your hair in both hands

K: Quiver

J: Sliding them both thru it and across your scalp and back down again. Letting it fall thru both hands

K: My head tilts back as your hands run through my hair.  Exposing my neck....my breasts pushing forward

J: Sliding both hands around your waist, cupping both hands under your breasts, inhaling your hair kissing your neck.  Caressing both breasts

K: Mmmmm.  Yes baby.... Feeling you inhale my scent. Clean hair. OlyRain

J: Pulling both nipples and kissing your lips

K: I moan into your kisses

J: I love you darling. Want you.

K: I love you darling. I want you too. Crave you.

J: Smiles*

K: Pussy....wet for you....right now...

J: Love you soooo much

K: Love you soooooo much

J: Yummmmmm…. Hard cock pressing against your back.

K: Mmmm hmmmmm. Yes baby....show me how much you want me. Need me...

J: Standing up....pulling my hard cock out.....

K: My eyes.... watching.... I lick my lips.

J: Draping your hair on it, running it thru your hair.

K: Mmmmmmm. That's it baby.

J: Licking my lips. Caressing your cheek with my silky hard cock

K: mmmmm. Yessssss

J: Against your neck. My pussy getting better as you tease me.... Your lips

K: As I see and feel how hard you are. I taste you. My pussy clenches...in anticipation

J: Fingers running thru your hair, sliding my cock full length against your lips

K: I dip my fingers into my wet folds....

J: Shuddering

K: And glistening, I bring them to your mouth. To taste my honey.

J: Holding them in my hand. As I lick and suck both.

K: My mouth...open to accept your cock...my tongue dancing over the tip.... tasting you

J: As my cock drips precum down your neck and chest

K: I watch you clean my fingers

J: Pulling your hair up smelling and kissing it

K: Needing your cock now....

J: Laying you down

K: Wanting to feel you press it I to my mouth as you run your fingers into my hair

J: My cock sliding down your body. Touching your pussy

K: Watching it slide between my breasts. Mmmm. Soooo wet. Sooooo swollen

J: Looking into your hazel eyes. Sliding my cock in you

K: Oooooo.....yessssss

J: Like butter

K: My hips rise to meet you. I groan.... softly

J: Holding your legs wider

K: The feel of you penetrating me....filling me...just what I crave. Yesssssss..... press me open for you.

J: Sliding out sliding in and out and innnnnnnn

K: My eyes...gazing at you.... Locked

J: In and out. Grinding against you.  In and out. Twisting left than right

K: Yesssssss. My breasts...moving as you thrust into me

J: In and out. All the way out resting my hard glisteneing wet cock on you. Then back in

K: My body....just yours... Ready...wanton... available.... needy.... Craving your cock

J: And out and in and out and in

K: My hips grinding against you

J: Sliding hands up your body.  In and out and in

K: As much as your body allows. My legs spread wide. Feeling you possess me. Wanting to feel you ride me hard

J: A slight smile, in and out. Baby....Hold on

K: Yes???? Yessss daddy????

J: In and out harder and faster

K: God yesssssss

J: Balls slapping against you.  Stretching your legs wide

K: Feeling your cock hitting my g spot

J: Fucking you hard as my cock throbs and swells

K: Your shaft rubbing my clit

J: Feeling my cum boiling up

K: Yessss. Oh God baby. Cum baby. Mark me.

J: Grabbing both tits hard as I can as I start pounding your fucking cunt

K: Take me. Fill my cunt. I start babbling...,

J: In and out in a blur

K: Daddy??????  May I cummmmmm.???????

J: Going to cummmmmm

K: Pleaesssseee??????

J: Cum for me NOW

K: I explode with you....On your word

J: Feeling you clamp down on my pounding cock

K: Yesssssss Fuuucccccckkkkkkk

J: Cummmmmmmming with youuuu

K: Goddddd yessss daddddy

J: Growling

K: Bucking against you. Grabbing you

J: RAHHHHHH unnnhhhhh fuccccccckkkkkkk

K: Yesssssssss. Oh God yesssssss. Feeling your cum filling me… I cum harder. Quivering

J: Shooting stream after streammmmm

K: The feel of your cum in my cunt....makes me cum harder

J: My balls drain completely

K: The heat. Your body just getting what you need on me

J: Fucccckkkkkk

K: Soooooo fucking hot. I feel the sloppy wetness of our cum in my cunt

J: Grinnnnnns.  I love you darling

K: God I love you baby. Fuck that is soooo hot

J: Kissess and warmest of hugggggs

K: Feeling you collapsed on top of me

J: Mmmmm hmmmmm

K: My arms and legs tight around you. All hot and sweaty and panting. You kissing me... My hair.  My neck

J: Kissing licking

K: Kissing  you.... Your cock still inside me. Telling you not to move....I love you. OMG. You are so hot

J: I love you sooooo much

K: I am gonna fuck you every which way to Sunday

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