#i hope you enjoy these!

[five-star-stay]

HIII do you have minsung fic recs? 💗

Hi anon! I don't know your preferences if you want long or short stuff, angst or fluff but I'll link you some different fics I like❤️

Please read Tags and Warnings of each fic before beginning the fic<3

>use me for a feeling (or a good time)

>Heart Shaped Smile

>Thawing Out

>Definitely a Dragon

>heal with thyme

>oh, you kissed me just to kiss me

>paranoia (the fear of you)

>godlight

>Totally (not) a Bad Idea

>The Vampire Client

>Magmanimously

>love, and other infectious diseases

>break in case of emergency

>in another life

>cheers to us tonight

>(when i look at you) heaven’s on fire

>Horny on Main

>until you fall it's painless

>make lemonade

>Let Your Love Walk In

I'm an avid bookmarker, so if you like my recs you can simply go to my bookmarks and filter according to your preferences if you ever want more fics to read: here

[lenniereadsalot]

Okay so warning again I’m extremely bad at guessing but I’m going to assume the threesome fic is Jealousy? But I’m actually very intrigued by The Newest 118 Recruit

Correct! And I shall give you both my beloved mutual since you let me ramble about my fic ideas far too much lol

Jealousy Summary: Eddie is jealous of BuckTommy, shenanigans ensue!

Snippet: Eddie stands on the balcony, frowning as he watches Buck kiss Tommy goodbye after he had dropped him off at the station. The fact that Buck likely spent the night at Tommy's house for them to be carpooling like this doesn't help his mood.

He turns around as the couple parts, not wanting to get caught being upset over them. Eddie is sure Buck would take his scowling the wrong way and he doesn't want that. Seeing him happy is something Eddie craves, he just wishes it could be with him instead.

It isn't though, so instead Eddie stuff his feelings into a box and locks it away, putting on a smile for the blonde.

(I know this snippet just looks like jealous Eddie, but trust it'll turn into BuckTommyEddie soon!)

The Newest 118 Recruit Summary: May becomes a firefighter-paramedic after the events of "May Day" Note: I'm aware that May likely wouldn't be put it the same house as Bobby, but for the sake of the story I have in my head we're ignoring that-

Snippet: May takes a deep breath as she walks through the door to the fire station. She had been here so many times, but never with a uniform bag slung over her shoulder.

It's a little hard to believe that all those months going through interviews and tests, then the fire academy, and then paramedic training as well was finally paying off. She was finally where she wanted to be and it felt so right.

She smiles and heads upstairs to find Bobby so she can fill out her paperwork and officially start her job before the alarm goes off.

Send me an ask with a title and I'll give you a snippet!

[cephalololopod]

Congrats on 20 followers!! If possible I would love a little drabble or doodle of Mensis Scholar Damian my friend Mensis Scholar Damian... he always gets relegated to the background and hes my littleguy :> uhhh for a prompt maybe just what he's thinking/doing when he takes so long to follow you into a boss room or refuses to follow you up ladders (unless you have a better idea) LMAO

also sorry i'm on anon i promise i'm a follower im just shy :<

Thank you so much!!

I wasn't too familiar with Damian past his name and appearance, so I looked him up, and goodness, he really doesn't get much love... But we will change that today! I'm not the best at art, but here is a little doodle, just for you, anon. ♡

(He's a nerd, not a hunter. Let him rest.)

Also, have a short drabble:

There had been many a hunter crashing through the gates of Byrgenwerth over the years to scavenge for the same secrets that other desperate scholars had been after, including himself. So many lost and forsaken souls, and yet this hunter was not one of them. Damian had watched this hunter sprint from the gardens of eyes, dodge around centipedes, and for all intents and purposes, blunder their way through the halls of Byrgenwerth. If he had not stepped in to offer his help with the Kin hiding in the lake, he really doubted this hunter would have survived, especially if the vice-like hug they gave him afterwards was anything to go by.

And most certainly, Damian did not expect to see the hunter again elsewhere. Yet here they were again, this time in the Upper Cathedral Ward. Trying to pick up celestial children and carry them off the cobblestone path.

(He would be lying if he said he didn't find it amusing how they kept passing out and disappearing from such a foolhardy endeavor, only to be back twenty or thirty minutes later to do the same thing.)

Eventually, however, the hunter spotted him, trotting over excitedly. To be so thrilled to see him... It was very rare indeed. The hunter was tripping over their own words in excitement to tell him about yet another large creature they found. Another Kin? Or perhaps something more... Their ignorance of it all made him smile, agreeing to their request for help despite his better judgement.

Well. What exactly did Damian have to lose at this point anyways? He could allow himself some fun.

[morganaseren]

Hi there, hope you are well? For the prompts thing, Niamh and Leliana for no.17? And Bethany and Niamh no.6?

Prompt #17 - almost kissing. but somebody walks in. “HOLY FUCK, ABOUT TIME THIS HAPPENS! I’M SO SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE-” they grab your jaw and kiss you infront of them.

AU: Where It's Just You and Me

"Leliana?" Niamh's wintry-grey eyes were wide with absolute disbelief upon opening the door of her penthouse only to see her standing on the other side. Leliana could hardly blame her. She saw then how those dark brows furrowed immediately with concern. "What in the world are you doing here? All the news outlets said you cancelled the remainder of your tour due to a sudden bout of illness! You should be recuperating! Why would you risk your health this—"

And then Niamh's words were lost as Leliana closed the distance between them. Reverently, she cupped the other woman's face between her hands, drawing a soft gasp from her as Leliana led them back further into the living space.

"If I was ill of anything, it was heartsickness," she confessed. "I've been going out of my mind for weeks because I've missed you so much." Her voice broke on the last few words, and in an attempt to seek solace, Leliana pressed her forehead against her lover's. Like a balm, the gesture caused the aching fatigue in her bones to simply melt away. "I was on the stage, yes, but my heart was here with you."

"I've missed you too," Niamh whispered in turn. "You linger in my thoughts like no other ever has, but I feared admitting so would have kept you from pursuing your dreams."

"They are not so fragile that I cannot share them with you. There will be more tours," she reassured. "Much as you showed your world to me, I wish to show you mine, and, if you'd be agreeable to such a thing, we can build upon our dreams together." This close to Niamh, Leliana could also see the way her eyes softened with such affection at her words.

"Together then," Niamh promised, pressing one of her hands over her own as she leaned into her touch.

Leliana smiled broadly at that, and she ducked her head just the barest bit, but it was enough for her to catch Niamh's eyes dilating with clear interest. Before her lips could touch hers, however—

"Niamh!" came a cheerful, bellowing voice that startled them both out of their moment as they turned in the direction of the still open doorway, listening to the voice coming from down the hall. "Your favorite sister in all Thedas has arrived, and I've come bearing my personal remedy for heartache in the form of wine, ice cream, and a plethora of snacks to clog your arteries along with any thoughts of woe!"

Saoirse's towering form appeared in the doorway then, but her arms were laden with so many bags that it was impossible for them both to see the other woman's face and vice versa. As such, Saoirse continued speaking, unaware of what she'd interrupted.

"Truthfully, I thought I'd never have a chance to do this for you." She chuckled. "You take your role as a museum director so seriously that I half-considered the building to be my in-law at this point! I suppose that would make family gatherings rather... amusing, now wouldn't it?"

And Leliana couldn't help but bite her lip upon seeing Niamh's expression of absolute suffering at her sister's humor.

"Hah! See what I did there?" Saoirse crowed, basking in her own wit. "Amusing! Because it sounds like a museum! Oh, and thanks for leaving the door open by the way! It was a pain in the arse just trying to press the buttons in the elevator, and I nearly—"

"Saoirse," Niamh finally deadpanned in response.

"Hm?" The other woman paused in her tracks then, lowering her arms enough that they could finally see her over the veritable mountain of bags she was carrying. Grey eyes—a darker pair from the ones she adored—blinked then as Saoirse took in the scene before her gaze widened in sudden realization.

"Oh. Oh! It's happening!" She nodded decisively. "Right then! Act like I'm not here! Pretend I'm a phantom of the night if you must! A feather swaying soundlessly in the breeze! A mere figment of your imagination!"

Yet, despite Saoirse's claims, there was little missing the way in which the woman loudly trampled past them to likely offload the bags in the kitchen. As she did, Niamh grasped the lapels of Leliana's leather jacket to pull her closer. Such unexpected initiative pleased her, and Leliana smiled before ducking her head again to—

"Niamh! Why is your freezer so full?! I don't have any place to put the ice cream!"

Confused, Leliana looked over Niamh's shoulder to see that Saoirse had poked her head out of the entrance to the kitchen. As for her lover, Leliana had to stifle her laughter, for she had never seen Niamh look so aggravated. The other woman sighed as she closed her eyes, likely tempering her patience with her older sister.

"Saoirse, more than half the content in there is yours from your shopping spree last week after complaining that you couldn't find anything close to those items in the Free Marches."

"Oh, right." She blinked owlishly before looking down at the tubs of ice cream in her arms.

"I'm so sorry," Niamh mouthed to Leliana then, but she merely shook her head in amusement, unbothered. Satisfied that they weren't to be interrupted again, however, Niamh released one of lapels of her jacket to slide her hand up to her neck, where she cupped the back of it, drawing her closer—

"Well, since these are gonna melt before you two lovebirds manage to peel yourselves away from one another, I'm just going to take all the ice cream to your theater room and eat them."

"Saoirse!" Niamh responded back in a rare snap as she looked over her shoulder, well and truly annoyed now.

"What?! Don't you know it's bad to refreeze melted ice cream if it's been sitting out for too long? I'm trying to be considerate!"

Before an argument could occur, Leliana caught Niamh's jaw between her fingers before pulling her in by the waist. She caught the brief look of surprise in those pale eyes before Leliana tilted her lover's chin up and pressed her lips against hers.

Oh, Maker, how she had missed the absolute taste of her... --- Prompt #6 - “do you want to dance?” they lean against the doorframe, a pause before walking towards you with a fond smile, “if you insist.”

AU: Where Love is More Than Just Your Name

They'd both met when they were merely children, and at the time, Bethany had thought Niamh was the prettiest girl she had ever seen. Then, after having grown up beside her over the course of a decade, she'd been more than convinced Niamh was now the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

But then Niamh had turned that thought on its head—in that quiet, understated way of hers—upon winning Highever's annual spear tournament.

Besides receiving an assortment of prizes and accolades, the victor would also be awarded a bouquet of roses. As a matter of tradition, the individual flowers within it could be given to people the victor recognized as having supported them throughout the tournament. How many roses were given away was up to individual discretion, but upon receiving the bouquet, Niamh had simply walked up to where Bethany had been waiting in the stands with the rest of their friends and family.

She could still remember the way her heart pounded upon seeing the captivating smile on Niamh's lips before the other woman presented her with the entire bouquet. Bethany had never blushed harder than she had that afternoon after Niamh had spoke but a single sentence:

"I gift this to the most breathtaking woman in all Highever."

As was typical with the aftermath of every tournament, the entire teyrnir had erupted into absolute merriment. Food, drink, and dance filled the streets in abundance, and such festivities would likely continue until dawn.

She and Niamh had wandered through the various stalls with their respective siblings to search through wares and taste the treats only available during the annual event. The entire time, Niamh had remained steadfast at her side, much to the envy of every man and woman, whom had tried so earnestly to win both the heart and favor of the youngest Cousland.

Bethany studiously ignored the knowing grin on her older sister's face, especially as Niamh wrapped an arm around her waist as she helped to navigate them through a thicker section of the crowd.

Night soon descended upon Highever, and with it came the Harvest Dance out in the main courtyard of Cousland Castle. Isabela had drawn her out as a partner as a means of distracting her when Niamh had momentarily left to play hostess to the visiting Teyrn Loghain and his daughter Anora. Of the latter, both she and Niamh had practically been friends upon birth, and for a time, Bethany was sure only someone of noble birth like Anora would be worthy of Niamh.

But, if anything, she had long learned that Niamh could still surprise her in the most unexpected of ways.

"Alright, Sweetness. I can see that I can't hold a candle to the attention you're so desperately trying to give dear Bright Eyes over there." Isabela said, startling Bethany out of her thoughts, especially as the other woman let go of her hands. Her sister's lover was smiling, however, apparently not the least bit offended. "Go and grab your sweetheart. I'm sure she's just as eager to spend time with you."

And with a bump of a hip against hers, Bethany found herself stumbling in the direction of Niamh, who was still talking with Anora while her father had opted to go up and greet Highever's Teyrn and Teyrna at the raised dais. Anora had spotted Bethany before Niamh did, but that was to be expected, considering the other woman's back was currently turned to her. With a smile, Anora said something to Niamh, who looked curiously over her shoulder then. There was little mistaking the smile that blossomed across her face as those grey eyes met hers. Bethany also wasn't entirely sure how Niamh could make something so simple as leaning against a wall look so... attractive, but she abruptly shook such thoughts from her head before gathering up her courage.

"Do you want to dance?" she asked hopefully.

Bethany's heart fluttered as the other woman's crossed arms fell back to her sides, especially as she saw the red fabric of her scarf displayed so prominently around Niamh's bicep. Niamh had worn it much like a trophy all day, and for a woman like Niamh, who rarely wore such accessories, anyone who saw it recognized the gesture for what it was:

Niamh's heart was now spoken for.

She swallowed nervously as Niamh casually pushed herself off the wall before walking toward her. At that moment, Bethany swore she'd never tire of the way Niamh looked at her then.

"A dance with you?" She grinned winsomely before offering her hand. "Always."

[hansoeii]

the honda odyssey, huh?

[whiteshipnightjar]

Zoozve, my beloved

[1930sdarlin]

(Meme made by Me, @1930sdarlin )

[emberglowfox]

Keeper -- a short comic about an angel meeting a robotic lighthouse keeper that doesn't know the world has already ended. Made in about 18 hours for a 24-hour 24-page* black and white comic challenge (that I arrived late to, ha.)

*the actual submission does not include the cover, which was created after the fact for this post.

This was a really great learning experience as someone who's... never really made a completed comic. I ended up really attached to the story by the end of the project (possibly due to all-nighter deliriousness lol) and ultimately am very proud of what I made.There are some things I'd still like to change, particularly text placement, but in keeping with the spirit of the challenge I've elected to leave it as is.

[shigeoreum]

“… It flows out of you… it flows out of me too… and I can’t tell where you end… and where I begin”

lyrics from “A Given Thing” by Weyes Blood and drawing is inspired by Gustav Klimt’s The Kiss ^_^

[themadknightuniverse]

Loustat short comics - There is nothing else until the storm is over - Interview with the Vampire TV Series

text transcription under the cut ⬇️

Fake magazine illustration

Page 1 Daniel : So, tell me... Did you see Lestat again?

Page 2 Louis : When he's not on Tour, he would occasionally visits.

Page 3 Daniel : So you're what, now? Friends?

Louis : [Hello Lestat.]

Lestat : [Hello Louis.]

It would be too simple. You know us.

Louis : [ That's new. Still enjoying the glitz and glamor?]

But there is this arrangement we are both fine with.

Page 4 When two people hurt each other so deeply, what is left afterwards?

Page 5 Things like that, it seals doors once still unlocked at the time. Can time really heal everything?

[Mets moi dans mon cercueil, Louis, Louis...]

Page 6 [Stay down chéri, I don't want to fight like this. I'll stay. I'll stay, I'll never leave you ever again. I promise. I'll be happy. For you. For her. Please please please please]

Some things were flipped over to show the truth. Others, I learned to see differently. I faced my wrongs.

[I'll be anything please please please please please please. I didn't know it was a gift. I wore it like a curse. I was selfish. I wanted you to suffer. Because I was. Suffering. I came to thank you.]

Page 7 Do we love each other still? Yes. Can we live under the same roof, share the same spaces, the same bed, for an extended period of time, again? No. But this raging, all devouring passion, it is now replaced by something that can never be altered. Is this the price we had to pay to finally be equals?

Page 8 We have never been more understanding of each other. A shadow of something that could have been from the start. Friendly jokes. Bickering I will never admit enjoying. Respect. And then, the always surprising softness. So eerie after all that happened. Yet, we always welcome it.

Page 9 Daniel : [How dramatic. Not ready to live together again, yet he's all over your coffee table.]

Louis: [I didn't buy these.]

Daniel : [Sure. Will you let me know the next time he passes by?]

Louis : [Well I can't. This is his safe place. You will have to find him by yourself I'm afraid.]

Daniel : [Of course. He can't make anything easy. As if he didn't have enough safe places with his ten properties.]

Page 10 Louis: [Nice chat. Bye, Daniel.]

Lestat : [Only when I'm not on Tour, hm?]

Louis [Approximately.]

Lestat : [Thanks.]

Louis : [Did you really just say thank-]

Lestat: *kisses Louis* [...too soon?]

Page 11 Louis : Almost a century is enough waiting.

[cottagecore-raccoon]

Okay here's a list of canon compliant fics under 10k words compiled from my bookmarks (under the cut because it's a long list):

Something So Precious by freyjawriter24 (4k)

Aziraphale and Crowley are both adopted by two different groups of little old ladies who bake and knit together. Eventually the groups come together and realise their 'lovely young men' know each other, so they conspire to get the two together.

Acts of Service by LondonSpirit (6k)

The Second Coming is averted, Heaven and Hell is leaving them alone. Now Crowley and Aziraphale have to adjust to life on Earth without them meddling into their affairs! How's their life going to be when it's just them?

Won't You Meet Me at the Gates by volumptatiscausa (1.5k)

There’s a big bay window in the cottage that faces east, out onto the garden. Alongside that window is a comfortable armchair with a footrest and an end table. The end table collects piles of books and half-empty cups of tea with their saucers, mugs with the last three sips of cocoa forgotten. The footrest is worn in the middle, just where a pair of angelic feet in fuzzy socks is currently perched.

there's love in all your senses by perilit (5k)

You - you’re -” Aziraphale flounders. He thinks of all the times Crowley’s canceled on him or made excuses throughout the millennia. How many times had he suffered like this, alone? “Angel,” Crowley says, gently. “You’re vibrating.” ”You’re in pain!” Crowley’s chronic pain is exacerbated by the cold weather. Aziraphale refuses to let there be secrets between them anymore. That turns out to be a good thing when a flare-up takes a turn for the worse.

lover, be good to me by cuips_not_cute (3k)

Crowley’s heart thudded. “Should we be as drunk as we are, angel? I can sober up, if you’d like.” “No. Don’t want to be sober.” Aziraphale paused for a moment then said, “Wouldn’t have the courage.” Crowley stilled. He knew that whatever was said next would change things. He just wished he knew how. “Crowley I—” Aziraphale took a deep breath, preparing himself for something, glancing over his shoulders like he was making sure they weren’t being watched. At last, he spoke again in a voice barely above a whisper. “Crowley, my dear, I love you.”

Dar(jee)ling by hope_in_the_dark (3.5k)

Aziraphale realizes that Crowley is just as much in love with him as he is with Crowley. It takes a little while for him to arrive at this very obvious conclusion, and it all begins with a cup of tea.

Be a Friend to Your Friend by WitherAndDecay (3k)

In recent weeks, Aziraphale had been doing a lot of reflection. Mostly on his friendship with Crowley. Which made him realise that he hadn't been very fair. The revelation had been getting to him and he tries coming clean about how he feels. Crowley does the same.

such surpassing brightness by bibliocratic (7.5k)

The revelation that Aziraphale might have been in love with him for thousands of years is surprising. The fact that literal books have been written on the subject comes as even more of a shock.

Hozier Missed A Trick When He Called It 'Real People' Instead of 'Joe Bloggs Snogs" by indieninja92 (9k)

Months after Armageddoff, Crowley and Aziraphale enjoy a cosy night in. A brief moment of anxiety about a completely invented turn of events sends them off on a rambly, giggling conversation that asks, if they were human, what kinds of humans would they be? Very silly ones, it's safe to say.

All It Takes by summerofspock (3.5k)

When Hell assigns Crowley to duel a local lord, Aziraphale offers to teach him the finer points of swordplay. Things get a little sweaty.

It's You, You're All I See by I_Am_The_Dreamweaver (5k)

After surviving Heaven and Hell, Crowley decides a holiday is exactly what they need. Aziraphale isn't so sure, but in the end, it may just be the perfect time and place to decide what exactly they'll be to each other from now on and say (or not say) some things that have been six thousand years in the making. Features a truly ridiculous amount of fluff, terrifying driving and some bonus art history trivia.

kind of missing them. does anyone have any short aziracrow fic recs?

[ash-and-starlight]

sooo so happie to launch into space the art i did for this @zukkabigbang2024 for the beautiful fic

The Mercy of Magpies

written by the wonderful showstopping @ranilla-bean and betaed by the equally iconic @faux-fires. Featuring dilves, birdies, true love, war, crazy plans, dubious plastic surgery and a galaxy far, far away. Please check out the rebloggable fic post with its special cover art here (or jump directly to the fic, I can't blame you, it is That Good)

also, some extra juicy plot relevant characters pop up in later chapters and havent been included for 👀 spoiler reasons 👀 but you can already try to guess who they are who's that pokemon style <3

[dotcie]

Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats  🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?  🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love 🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? 🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis 🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help? 🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love 💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?  🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis 🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?  🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before 🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time?  🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings 🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual? 🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now 📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?  🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character 🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project? 🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on ❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? 🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity 🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh  🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work? 🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate 🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told? 🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately  🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?  🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing 🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises? 🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here ☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username? 🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them 🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them 🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it 🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

[stump-not-found]

A Lifetime Served in a Little Cup

pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4

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bill, babygirl, the red flags get outta there

[buggachat]

something so fucked up about Chat Noir’s whole deal is that he is in a lot of ways Adrien playing a character. Like Adrien picked up his miraculous and was told he’d be a superhero so he was like “ok, time to act like a superhero!” and he lets himself have fun w it and play up the role and let loose and kind of just allow himself to be silly and goofy and have fun and for once in his life not care about performing Perfection™.

But. But none of the other characters KNOW THAT. So everyone just sees Chat Noir and is like “look at this guy’s ego. He’s so full of himself. Surely it’d be fair to knock him down a few pegs” without being aware of how few pegs he actually HAS. He’s like the “insecure character who overcompensates in ego” trope except he’s really not doing it unironically, he’s just having a fun LARP pretending to have self worth in his off-hours but nobody else is on the same page about it being a game and he refuses to tell them. He just dramatically pouts about it and lets them laugh and pretends like he’s not internalizing it and it is almost 3 am and my brain forced me to write this instead of sleeping I’m gonna take a melatonin

[altarofthedeep]

i want her overstimulated and straddling my strap when i’m flat on my back and she’s grinding against it and whimpering so sweetly. i tease her at how cute she is and how she’s starting to cry from how deep it is inside her. i grab her boobs and squeeze and rub her clit every so often to torture her some more. and then i don’t move as i hold her hips and help her move back and forth until she begs me so sweetly to fuck her and when i can’t resist her anymore i’ll move up into her and make her cum so hard against my strap until she collapses on my chest and and hold her tight against me as i still move inside her and whisper in her ear how well she takes me