#kicking horse massage

[cristinasequinemassage]

Website: https://www.equinemassage.co/

Address: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

I am a Certified Equine Massage Therapist and Certified Myo-manipulative Functional Therapist providing bodywork for horses using several methods, including; Massage, Myo-Fascial Release, BEMER therapy, some Masterson Method™️ techniques, stretching and Kinesiology Taping. My goal is to help your horse achieve better performance, improve overall health, rehabilitate after an injury or illness and keep horses of all disciplines in top condition!

BENEFITS OF EQUINE MASSAGE THERAPY:

--Pain relief --Improved functionality --Fascia release --Improved circulation --Relaxation --Stress relief --More efficient movement --Improved posture, circulation, coat condition and muscle tone --Immune system support --Injury prevention --Stimulation of the lymphatic system

About Me:

I am a Certified Equine Massage Therapist and have obtained the following qualifications:​

Certified Equine Massage Therapist (The School of Equine Massage and Rehabilitation Therapies)

Certified Equine Myo-manipulative Functional Therapist (Holistic Animal Studies)

I am a member in good standing with the International Association of Animal Massage and Bodywork​

I completed The Masterson Method® Beyond Horse Massage Seminar/Workshop

Certified: Sport Horse Injury/Lameness Prevention & Care from the University of Guelph

Certified: Horse Care and Welfare from the University of Guelph

I completed the Balance Through Movement™️ Master Class

I hold a Masters degree in (human) Psychology - B.A., M.Ed

I am always continuing my education and am currently working on my Equine Kinesiology Taping certification.

Horses have been in my life since 1984 in a variety of ways throughout the years - I have boarded horses at stables and have cared for them at home. I competed in the hunter and jumper A circuit (Western Canada) at 1.10m. I have trained my own horses - one off the track and one hombred Connemara. In the 1980/90s we had a Connemara breeding program. I have introduced many children to horse care and horseback riding. And now I am an adult amateur rider and equine massage therapist.

Horses give us so much and it is wonderful to give back to them in this way. They benefit greatly from the moments of relaxation and tension relief that they get from massage as displayed by their lowered head and gentle sighs. The increased performance and quicker recovery times after injury are just some of the benefits of equine massage and is a great way to take care of our equine partners.

Business Email: ctomas@rogers.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cristinasequinemassage

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[cammys-imagines24]

• Feel Me •

Abby having a thing for making you feel her long after you fucked. Impressions of you two having sex burned into your limbs, your muscles, your skin. How she manhandled you into so many positions and stretched your body to the max. The intoxicating stretch of her strap working it's way into your pussy or her fingers stretching your hole out.

The next day you'll limp from your shared bed and she'll be all smiles.

"Need help, babygirl?" She'll pick you up in her big, strong arms, the ones that had previously forced you onto the mattress and maneuvered your body however she wished.

When out on patrol, you'll have trouble mounting your horse, the action of having to widen your legs in order to get on the saddle making your inner thighs burn. She'll be at your side in an instant, her smirk as cocky as it gets.

"You a little sore, hon?" She'll hoist you onto the horse and get a kick out of the way you bite your lip as you two ride. The bouncing up and down searing against your pussy, your jeans dragging along your clit.

"It's too much." Is her favorite phrase, when she's fingering you.

"A-Abby, it feels so big." Is her second favorite, when she's drilling you into the bed with her strap.

"Oh, yeah? You want me to stop, baby?" Always you shake your head, despite the pretty tears that leak from your eyes.

"Good job, babygirl. You did so good for me." She'll praise after she fucked you into oblivion.

"Lemme massage your muscles, hmm?" She'll put her big, calloused hands to work, kneading your sore muscles, knowing she was the reason for it.

You'll gasp when her fingertips massage your inner thighs and Abby will smirk against the nape of your neck. She'll just have to slip a finger between your still damp, swollen folds.

"You feel me, babygirl?" She'll rasp out, a whisper against your skin. "Yeah, you'll feel me for days."

[dipperscavern]

reverse elsa anon onto something…..

broad, lumbering bodies like cregan’s run common in the north, are needed in the north if you want to stay warm, alive, keep others alive.. though in adulthood it can become a liability; always clipping doorways, so impossible to say unseen, needing more food, always waiting for a bigger, stronger horse to come along. it stops being noteworthy to cregan, but these are the thoughts that come up when others express envy. he doesn’t think too much of it most of the time.

but you… seeing the way you stare at his paws hands, watching his shoulders move through a room, blinking up at him with an open mouth, realizing you take some strange enjoyment in his size, ohhhhhhh… oh that changes things.

he wants to be strong for you now. wants to stay this way. ONLY GETS WORSE ONCE HE’S IN BETWEEN YOUR LEGS. you clawing at him, can barely get your hands around his back, knees and feet pushing against him to CLIMB him, get closer, tug at him harder, the way you sigh and tremble when he presses you down, covers you completely in his body… oh boy that ignites something. and your wedding night, when he’s pushed every lord and lordling away, and you’re there, wide-eyed and new, looking at him as if to say ‘you won’t fit, i’m not made to open for that’. WELL!

being able to block you from wind, haul you upon his shoulders and in his arms, swallow your hips and hands and face in his palms, just completely envelop you in his grip, IT DOES SOMETHING TO HIM. always wanting to be near you, on you, in you… big bear man instincts kick in: Must Keep Wife Warm. he succeeds i am sure of that.

gets worse when you’re pregnant. he’s always curled around you, hand covering your stomach as if he can hide in, and in the beginning he certainly can. he can hold your whole babe, not yet completely made, in his hand. still can hold it when its born too. but oh god when you’re pregnant… he lays atop you until your tummy’s so big he fears hurting the babe. wraps his whole hands around your head, your neck, your hair, trying to soothe the emotional stresses of making him a child. then its your thighs and your feet and . your breasts .

i might explode if i think about it any more

always clipping doorways… NGH~!!! ALWAYS CLIPPING DOORWAYS!!! GREAT CLIPS ANON YOU HAVE BLESSED US ALL

YES. HE CAN ENVELOPE YOU IN HIS GRIP. HE DOES BLOCK YOU FROM THE WIND. HAUL YOU ON HIS SHOULDERS AFF ARFA ARFARACAD

oh my god your breasts getting bigger when you’re with child.. and they’re so sore… the only thing that helps is cregans big warm hands holding them… massaging them.. smoothing a thumb over your nipple when he gets distRACTED OHHHH IM UNWELL

[hyper-fixates]

let’s indulge further in low honour!arthur morgan x virgin!reader cause the brainrot is so real 🙂‍↕️

tags: afab!reader (feminine pronouns & gendered language used), corruption kink, virginity kink, fingering, bondage(ish), competence kink, edging, age-gap relationship (established in the first post for this but it’s not directly acknowledged here).

Reader comes to learn that Arthur is quite skillful with two things: ropes and his hands.

Consequently, as a cowboy he needs to know how to handle a lasso and tie strong, trustworthy knots. In turn, he has extremely competent fingers.

Reader doesn’t quite realize just how familiar rope is in Arthur’s hands. She’s watched him wrangle bounties and horses, but the ease in which he controls the rope makes her grow curious of what his limits are with the talent.

Everything Arthur does, he does it with absurd competency.

She learned very quickly that her pussy was not the first one Arthur has slid his fingers into; what gave that away was his sheer confidence and ability to rub her just right to keep her where he wants her, not a touch more. She would grow frustrated at how easy he could manipulate her body, how easy he could call the slick arousal from her from just his middle and ring fingers massaging intently against her walls.

It was obvious this was not his first rodeo, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that. She wanted him to think that she was good at this stuff too.

Arthur loved to watch his fingers slide in and out of her so easily, and he could get off from just the sound alone. She didn’t even know that her body could be so responsive to something as simple as fingers.

It scared her how little she actually knew her body.

He would be knuckles deep, other hand caressing her thighs as he drives his fingers into her at an orgasm-inducing pace when he would slow up momentarily and ask: “How’s my girl doing?”, as if she isn’t sucking in air like she was on the verge of drowning.

It would amuse him to edge her and play with her like this. He would feel her walls grip his two fingers in protest to his slower pace, eventually softly fluttering around them when he moves his thumb to her clit to relieve the tension.

One day, she’s bold enough to ask about the lasso when Arthur’s tacking his horse: “Is this what you tied me up with that night? When you robbed our stagecoach?”

Arthur wants to feel some type of guilt, but he doesn’t. He remembers how pretty she looked with her arms bound behind her back as he pushed her to her knees on the wet ground.

“Sure is.” Is all he says.

“Do it again.”

Arthur was unsurprisingly good with knots.

He tied her hands behind her back just as he did before, wrapping the coarse rope up around her forearms to her elbows before tying it off. With every twist and pull of the rope he’d ask: “How’s that feel?” as he tugs on the knots and checks the tightness of the rope along her arms every time he’d adjust or change something.

A quiet “good” would slip passed her lips as he drags each hand up and down her bound arms, admiring his work.

“Not too tight?”

“No.”

“Good. Now let’s get you off.”

He pushes against her back, guiding her head to the cushion of his cot—literally face down, ass up. He fucks her from behind, using the rope around her wrists as leverage to pull her up and down his cock.

Bonus: on a more SFW note, Arthur would get way too much of a kick out of unexpectedly wrangling reader if she was just minding her own business around camp.

She could be doing literally anything, when his lasso would drop over her head and tighten around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides when he pulled the rope taught with a laugh.

“Hey!” She’d exclaim with a smile.

And Arthur would just start pulling the rope back towards him until they were chest-to-chest, letting him steal the smallest kiss as she struggled to try and loosen the rope with heated cheeks.

[elliesmainhoe]

Ellie Williams Headcanons: Pregnant!Reader

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Unbelievably soft for you.

All of your friends are shocked, because- Ellie is being.... Nice?

Carries your bags for you, and sits you on her horse whenever your feet get achey from walking too long.

Her foot massages are 🔛🔝

She tries to be supportive of you when you get overly emotional... She really does.

As soon as Ellie entered the house the sound of loud sobbing coming from your shared bedroom freaked her the fuck out.

"Fuck are you alright babe?" She asked as she quickly barged into the bedroom. Your form was hunched over, head in your hands as fat tears streamed down your face.

"I-" your voice trembled as you looked up to Ellie through your damp eyelashes. "The-the.. i- was reading my *hiccup* book" you sniffed "and the- the puppy died!!"

"Oh poor baby~" Ellie cooed as you sobbed, and she perched on the edge of the mattress allowing you to nuzzle your face in your neck. Her hand moved up and down your back, rubbing it in support. "I'm gonna go and get you some water, sit tight for me princess" she kissed your forehead and left the room.

As soon as the door closed behind her an amused smile slipped into her features. God, you were adorable.

Every time you ask for a new weird combination of food she tries it with you.

And she rates then lmao

Strawberries and salt 2/10, peanut butter and celery 6/10, popcorn and cereal 9/10.

So supportive. You can never be wrong. You are always correct always.

Has fallen off the bed due to how many pregnancy pillows on the bed. You cried because you felt guilty.

Shopping for baby clothes, toys and items with her 😍

"What about this one baby?" You called over to Ellie, showing her a blue baby onesie, covered in little red cartoon parrots.

"Nah- I prefer this one better. Fuck... I'd wear this." She laughed holding up a white onesie with little green dinosaurs all over it.

Goes to all your appointments with you for emotional support ✊

Just imagine the midwife pressing the ultrasound wand against your belly as Ellie sits with her jaw slacked as she stares in bewilderment at the moving picture displayed of your unborn child on the screen.

Ellie always lays with her head on your stomach, listening to the little heartbeat in there and giggling at the little kicks the baby gives her.

A warm hand rested on the swell of your pregnant stomach- comfortably moving in circles. The little munchkin occasionally moving and wiggling around at the feeling of her Mama's hand.

"She knows it's her mama Ells" you hum

"Aw do you know it's me little bean?" She spoke, asking the baby who kicked in reply.

"Your feisty kiddo, ain't ya?"

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Adore You

Astarion x Reader

Summary: Your daughter has a specific toy she loves the most.

Tessele loved playing around the house.

She had a love for animals.

Those poor chickens and squirrels that stumbled into your garden, unsuspecting.

She loved chasing them around but more than anything, she loved horses.

You blamed your husband for her love.

When she was just a little baby, Astarion decided one day to carve a toy for her. He thought long and hard as to what animal to choose.

He ended up with a simple horse and Tessele fell in love with the wooden toy the second she got it.

She adored the gift so much, she always had it in her hands, she even lost it a couple times, leaving you and your beloved to search for it.

It was honestly so heartwarming to see just how much Astarion adored Tessele.

You remember the moment you told him about your pregnancy, he barely wanted to believe you.

“Are you joking? It’s a rather cruel joke, My Love.” he said.

“I’m not! It’s the truth! I got confirmation today. I am with child!”

But the disbelief never left his face.

Only once your belly began to show did he really believe you.

“You weren’t playing jokes on me.” he said as he watched you caress your stomach, a small baby bump showing as you smiled at him with pure love.

He placed his palm against your belly and let out a small laugh.

“I’m going to be a father.”

You often feared he wouldn’t want to be a father. That he would reject the idea of a child with you, but as his gentle fingers massaged your back to ease your discomfort or the way he would so gently kiss the exact place on your skin where your child kicked, his actions proved you wrong.

And you were glad he did.

You thought nothing could top the happiness in his eyes during your pregnancy, but then you were proven wrong.

The moment she was born, Tessele became the center of your world.

The beautiful little girl looked much like her father, but had your eyes. 

You often caught Astarion standing in her room, watching her sleep at any time of the day.

He just stood there, careful not to wake her as he looked at her with nothing but adoration.

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[murdrdocs]

INTERVIEW 017. LOGAN HOWLETT murdrtober oct 2nd. massages

fed up with your constant complaints, logan offers to give you a massage 1k+ words. MDNI 18+

“Jesus, you’re really tight, you know that?”

You groan, shifting uncomfortably against the table which is an old piece of furniture Logan found in storage. 

Logan doesn’t let you get far, holding you down by your lower back.

“Uh-uh,” he tuts, the warning clear in his voice. “Do you want my help, or not?”

Your response is the way you acquiesce. You stay as pliant as possible, trying to enjoy the feeling of Logan’s big hands, slathered in oil, pressing into your limbs. He’s rough with you, almost completely merciless. There’s a bit of kindness with his actions, mostly in the way he quietly apologizes when he digs into knots in your muscles and you cry out. You can barely hear the apology he utters, but it’s there nonetheless.

He’s losing his patience, though. He can only be so kind when you’re kicking back against him, especially since you asked him to do this.

You might be a mutant, but you still ache like a human. Cracks and creaks in your bones. Fatigued muscles that tense in the middle of the night. You have outwardly complained about one too many charley horses to whoever would listen and you’ve both decided that something had to be done. Well, really, Logan decided something had to be done. Rolling his eyes, telling you that he would gladly help you out if only to put you out of your misery. 

You accepted. Not only because you wanted to feel Logan’s hands on you. 

Logan may be an amateur, but he knows what he’s doing.

“Almost done,” he assures. His fingertips glide up towards your ass, stopping right below the towel draped over your bottom. He trails his touch down and then repeats the path a few times. This moment is so nice that you allow yourself to get distracted.

You relax into the feeling of Logan warming up your muscles under his hands, remaining grateful for this calm before he forces you into an uncomfortable moment once more.

You’re so relaxed that you don’t question his touch. The way his fingers reach towards your inner thigh, the ghost of his digits whispering to your cunt. The hints of his intentions aren’t on your radar until the tip of his finger nudges against your folds. You jolt ever so slightly, nothing but a slight jump in your shoulders, but Logan notices it. 

He apologizes under his breath, and you swear you hear a laugh in there. When you cast a glance at him over your shoulder, uncomfortably craning your neck to throw the look, he looks just as serious as he had been whenever he suggested this. His features hardened, his eyes squinted just a bit, the tip of his tongue resting between his lips. 

You turn your head back and remain still. 

Then starts your assumed delusions. His hands seem to be inching higher and higher, but you’re so sure that this isn’t what Logan intended that you don’t say anything. Not until you feel the tip of one of his fingers slip between your folds, coming into direct contact with the evidence of arousal that you know is there. 

You don’t mean to swear, but you do. You would move, but fear of the towel falling and exposing everything hinders your movements. 

“Logan?” you ask, everything you need to say woven through the call of his name. 

“Just relax, alright? I wanna help you out here, too. Is that okay?”

You don’t even have to consider it. You’re nodding, preparing to lay back down when Logan tells you to roll onto your back. He gets rid of the towel, throwing it off to the side. You don’t have time to feel self-conscious about having everything laid out for Logan, he already has a hand over your knee, gently urging your legs apart, and once they’re spread to his liking, he rests one hand on your inner thigh and the other peels your folds open. 

He strokes you with tenderness you hadn’t felt earlier. His touch exists solely in the tips of his fingers at first, gentle caresses over your clit and the surrounding areas, the delicate parts of his fingers slick with your own arousal instead of the massage oil he’d been using earlier. 

You’re so wound up, experiencing borderline euphoria from just the languid way he’s working you up. But it’s not enough, you need more. You try to communicate this with him, but relaxation has you hexed. 

Nothing but small pants leave your open mouth with moans and whines as their companions. You would rely on your body, but it’s just as useless, your legs spreading and your hips reaching for Logan. Again, he doesn’t let you get far. As soon as you arch off of the table in search of more of him—in whatever capacity he’s willing to give—he’s holding you down with a firm hand. 

He doesn’t say anything. He only glances at you, but that one look is more than enough. 

You’re under his control. He’s doing this to you on purpose, keeping you worked up just enough to be interested, but not enough to come. Not yet.

Logan strokes your walls with two fingers and you clench around him, an involuntary contraction. He coos down at you like he’s calming an animal. 

“Relax,” he urges, his tone softer than it was earlier. “Don’t think too much about it.” You thought you weren’t thinking too much about it, afterall the only thoughts you had in your head were concerning Logan—his hair swooped over his eyebrows, the way his tanned skin shines as if he’s the one lathered in oil, the necklace he has around the thick column of his throat, no longer his dog tags but now a simple chain. 

As soon as his words meet your ears, it’s like a command, and suddenly there isn’t a single thought in your head for real. You’re basically a slab of meat atop the table, under the manipulation of a man that could rightfully control you anyday. 

Now, he controls your body, playing you like a well-tuned instrument, pulling melancholic sounds from your throat until you’re writhing around and clenching around his fingers, expelling fluids that add a different shine to his hands.

[m-jelly]

A King's longing

Levi x fem!reader

Royal AU, married, King Levi, Queen reader, ripping of clothes, slightly rough Levi, playful biting, some foreplay, smut, unprotected sex.

Levi has been in a battle and way for you for two months. During those two months, the two of you have been exchanging letters. Levi wins and rushes home to you. As soon as he sees you waiting for him on the palace steps, he rushes you and takes you to the bedroom where he makes up for the two months he is gone.

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The leather of the reins groaned as Levi's armoured hands gripped them tightly. Two months was too long to be apart from you, his beautiful Queen. Reading your letters soothed something inside him but didn't fully tame his desires and need for you. The longing in him grew stronger the closer he got to the palace.

Excitement burned through him when he saw the palace. As he got closer to the gates he felt a burning desire building up. When he saw you standing on the stairs to the double doors wearing an alluring white and blue dress, arousal shot through every inch of him.

Without a single word uttered to his men, he raced on his horse through the gates and towards you. When he was closer, he pulled on the reins, jumped off his horse and sprinted to you. He shouted your name with a bright smile on his face.

You grinned in delight. "Levi! Welcome home!" You jumped off the step and into your husband's arms. "I missed you."

Levi held you tightly. "I missed you more than you can imagine."

You cupped his face and showered it with kisses. "Well done for all your hard work." You looked over to Levi's men as he stared at your cleavage in his face. "I should make a statement to your men."

Levi growled before biting your breast. "No."

You slipped out of his arms and moved towards them. "I'll just talk to them."

He grabbed your wrist and raced up the stairs as you shouted in protest. "Two months I was without you." He glanced back at you as you blushed. "Two months! You want me to let you run off to my men?"

You felt your heart race. "Where you taking me?"

"To our room." He stopped outside the bedroom and yanked you against his armoured chest. "We have to make up for lost time."

You went to speak, but he crashed his lips against yours and kissed you with a deep and fiery passion. You pulled from Levi's lips and panted. "Levi, let us get into the room first."

He massaged your body and nibbled your neck. "I need you."

You moaned as your body tingled. "I need you too, but let's get inside." You moved from his arms and opened the bedroom door. "Here, now we should take your armour off."

Levi kicked the door closed and grabbed you from behind. He bit the back of your neck as his hands massaged your breasts. "My perfect Queen."

You panted and mewled in delight. "My King." You let out a squeal when Levi ripped open the back of your dress and yanked it down. He grabbed your breasts in his hands making you melt. "Gentle."

Levi kissed your back as he kept massaging. "I need you." He pulled your dress up and cupped your clothed heat. He gently stroked you as your legs started shaking. "So perfect, so beautiful, so sexy and all mine."

You reached up and grabbed his armoured arms. "Le-Levi, I need you inside me."

He fumbled with the bottom part of his armour. He pulled his thick hard erection out that throbbed in his hand. After a few pumps in his hand, he pushed the back of your dress up, ripped your underwear off and slammed himself deep into you making you both cry out in pleasure.

Levi grabbed your hips and started pumping hard and fast into you. He grunted and growled as your pussy walls fluttered around him. He gripped you tighter before biting your shoulder. He growled as you placed your hands on his and moaned at each frantic thrust from your husband.

You reached back and tangled your fingers in Levi's hair. "Le-Levi. Ah, ah, ah, mmm, s-so deep and rough. S-So good."

"Mine. Mine. All mine." He wrapped an arm around your middle and tugged you close. "I love you."

You squeaked at the feeling of his cold armour against your bare back. "I lo-love you too."

He pumped himself into you, his hips slapping against your bum as your moans filled the room. "Mine. My Queen. My wife."

You released his hair and slapped your hand against Levi's arm wrapped around you. Your legs started shaking as pleasure pulsed strongly through you. You leaned your head back as your eyes rolled back into your head. You knew that by the end of the day and night, you would lose your voice.

You flopped over his arm as your legs almost gave up on you. "A-Ah. Le-Levi, I-I'm close!"

He pinched your nipple before reaching down and moving his gloved finger against your clit. "Cum, my Queen. Let go."

You cried out as your legs shook hard. Your orgasm ripped through you and caused your whole body to burn with ecstasy. "Levi!"

He dragged his cock out of you and lifted you up. He threw you on the royal bed and enjoyed how you bounced on it. He walked closer as you rolled over and faced him. He growled in delight as you parted your legs for him. He admired how your breasts were spilling out of your dress and corset.

You lay back and mewled. "Levi, more."

He shifted your hips before plunging his cock back into you. He enjoyed how your back arched off the bed causing your heart to be messy. "Incredible. So perfect." He held your hips and started bucking into you as fast as he could. He admired how your breasts bounced. "All mine."

You panted and mewled as you admired your King, your husband and your lover standing in his glorious armour as he pounded his cock into you. You gripped and pulled at your dress as you admired how godly your man was. You were like putty in his hands as he moved deep inside you. You just gave yourself over to him.

As you admire your man, Levi also admired you as the summer sun glistened through the open double doors to the balcony. Levi saw you as the most beautiful woman in the world. He worshipped the very ground you walked on. You were everything to him and he was willing to do anything for you, even if it meant destroying another kingdom.

"Levi, I love you."

He ran his hands down your body and tangled his fingers with yours before slamming your hands against the bed above your head. He panted as he gazed down at you. He smiled as you got flustered by his actions. He crashed his lips against yours and kissed you fiercely causing you to wrap your legs around him and moan in pleasure.

You moaned against his lips as you felt your pleasure tighten up ready for another body-shaking orgasm. You released Levi's lips and threw your head back as you cried out in bliss. "A-Ah, Le-Levi!"

Levi licked and nipped your neck. "I've got a lot of my royal seed saved up for you."

You panted. "Give me everything you have."

He lifted you a little and threw you up the bed further making you giggle. He yanked his sword off and threw it to the floor. He growled as he tugged off some of his armour before diving for you on the bed. He pushed your legs up and pushed deep into you again. He gripped the bed and began pumping roughly into you.

You wrapped your arms around him as you played with his hair. You pressed your lips against his and hummed in delight when his tongue pushed into your mouth. You rolled your hips against your husband as best as you could. You could tell by his bucks that he was close to cumming.

You reached a hand down and gripped his perfect behind. Your walls clenched around him, you made sure to squeeze his cock and massage him. You smiled against his lips when he growled and moaned in response. You sighed through your nose as he shifted your hips just enough so he rubbed against your clit.

He tapped his forehead against yours as he moaned your name. "I love you."

You smiled at him. "I love you so much."

"Cum again for me."

You nodded and mewled a bit. "Levi." You gasped as you felt a pop. You shivered as a deep burning pleasure washed over you. "Mm."

Levi plunged deep into you and moaned against your lips as he came hard. He grunted and purred your name as he moved his hips a little before stilling them. He nuzzled the crook of your neck as his body relaxed against yours. "Mm."

You massaged your fingers in his hair. "Welcome home."

He pulled back a little before showering your face with kisses. "It's good to be home."

You giggled as he caressed your cheek. "I'm guessing it all went well."

"We won. We'll have no more trouble from the East." He released a long sigh. "Gods, you are beautiful beyond words."

Your cheeks burned. "Thank you, my handsome King."

He gasped and pulled from you. "I must be so heavy. I'm sorry." He yanked his armour off and ran around the room as he cleared up. "I need to get you clothes, food and drink!"

You sat up and giggled as you watched your fearsome husband become a puddle of a mess over you. "I am fine."

He hurried over in just trousers and began undressing you and putting you in a sweet nightdress. "There, all better." He moved to the door and retrieved a cart from the butler. "Thank you." He pushed it over and smiled at you. "Food and drink for you."

You admired the selection. "This is a lot."

He sat with you and helped you drink. "Only the best for you." He fed you a strawberry before kissing you. "Shall we have a bath next?"

You leaned over and started kissing his neck. "I would love nothing more."

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Stable Girl!Joel and Sunshine

Joel trying to take care of her pregnancy cravings and needs. Massages, carrying her to see how the horses are doing, I googled how to make oatmilk ice cream and it could be doable, just need like butter or cashews to make it creamy ♥️♥️ I like the idea of Joel being taught how to do it by hand♥️ just for her!

Ah Strawberry ice cream?!

Love Language

pairing: The Stable Girl-Verse!joel miller x f!reader (Sunshine)

rating: F (talks of pregnancy/symptoms, joel is perfect)

a/n: AHHHHHHHHHH this SENT me anon 😭 the strawberrrriesssssss 😭

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“Again?” Joel’s voice sounded from behind you as you sat at the dining table in the middle of the night, scarfing down the chocolate cake Ellie baked as a “congratulations” for your newly announced pregnancy. You froze as he flicked the light on to get a better picture of the scene he was walking in on—you in your nightgown, your belly as round as a watermelon, chocolate frosting on your mouth.

“I had a craving,” you meekly justified your current state, bringing an amused grin to his face as he walked over, sleep tousling his hair and softening his eyes. Pressing his lips to your forehead, he pulled up a seat beside you and plucked your fork from your hand and shoveled a piece of cake into his mouth. “Who said I wanted to share, huh?”

“My apologies,” he smiled as he lifted a piece to your lips, his lazy grin growing wider as he watched your lips wrap around the fork, cleaning it off. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip to collect the chocolate frosting that rested there before sucking it off with a satisfied hum. “I love seein’ you like this.”

“Yeah?” You laughed and rolled your eyes at the compliment. “I’m sure I look like an absolute goddess right now.”

“You do to me,” he crooned, his hand reaching down to rub over your stomach through the cotton of your gown. “Carryin’ my baby. You couldn’t look more beautiful to me than right now.”

“You’re awfully sweet for being woken up in the middle of the night,” you cooed back with a smile, pinching his chin.

“One more bite and then you’re comin’ back upstairs with me,” he ordered, reaching for the fork to feed you a satisfying final bite before doing the same for himself.

Obeying his command, you let him take you back up to bed for the night, your sugary craving now satisfied and a new, sweeter craving dawned—a craving for Joel’s arms wrapped around you, lulling you to sleep.

“How’s baby Miller doin’?” Joel mumbled against your shoulder as he kept his lips pressed there, holding you from behind and rubbing your stomach.

“Starting to kick a lot,” you chuckled through your sleepiness. “And they apparently have quite the sweet tooth. I haven’t stopped craving sugar since the third trimester started.”

“Oh, I know,” he chuckled and hugged you closer. “Can’t wait to have her here with us.”

“Me neither.”

Joel stood in the kitchen, a piece of paper in front of him on the counter with a messily scribbled recipe he’d jotted down courtesy of Maria. With the cake long gone by now, you’d gone days without something sweet to fulfill your cravings. Though you didn’t make a fuss over it, Joel took it upon himself to remedy the situation with an attempt at homemade ice cream—strawberry, thanks to the community garden’s latest impressive harvest.

“Oof,” you came waddling inside the house from the backyard, your hands still wearing your gardening gloves as they supported your lower back. “I think I’m getting too pregnant to take care of my flowers,” you pouted as you found yourself a seat at the dining table to watch Joel as he shuffled around the kitchen. After a beat of no response, you huffed out, “Hello? Am I a ghost?”

“Huh?” He turned around with a frantic, flustered expression and seemed to just now realize you’d come inside. “Sorry. I’m just…why are recipes so damn hard to follow. What’s the damn difference between a teaspoon and a tablespoon?”

“Well, one’s bigger,” you chuckled and found the strength and energy to stand up and waddle over to the sink, your gloves coming off so that you could wash up. Peering over his shoulder, you nosily studied what he was working on before catching a glimpse at the recipe sheet. Though his handwriting wasn’t the cleanest, you could clearly make out “Strawberry Ice Cream” as the title. “Are you making ice cream?”

Joel whipped his head over at the sound of your bright voice, your smile wide with delight.

“Yeah,” he sighed, disappointed that his surprise had been ruined. “Was tryin’ to keep it a surprise until after supper but—“

You tugged him into a hug so tight he worried for a moment that you’d crush him.

“Thank you,” you mumbled against his neck as your face buried there. Joel chuckled and peeled himself from you enough to look you in the eye, his smile soft as he studied the appreciation written all over your face.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he laughed, leaning in to peck your lips. “Might fuck it up.”

“I have full faith in you,” you assured with your thumb and index pinching his chin. “Especially when I call Ellie in here to help you because I need that ice cream, my love. More than I need anything.”

“Oh, anything, huh?” He crossed his arms over his chest and turned playfully jealous in an instant. You laughed and stroked over his beard until his pour turned into a smile.

“Fine, almost more than anything.”

“Thank you,” he smiled into the kiss he planted upon your lips before tapping your ass lightly. “Now what were you sayin’ when you walked in?”

“Oh, I was just saying I don’t think I can look after my flowers anymore. My back is so sore these days—“

“Is it sore now?” He slid his hand up to rest on your lower back, his warm palm soothing over the aching muscle. When you let out a sigh of relief and rested your head on his chest, Joel felt a frenzy of affection swarm in his belly. “Baby,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Let me take you upstairs and fix you a bath.”

“No,” you objected, lifting your head off his chest. “I really need to fix up the nursery. Baby girl is gonna be here in six weeks.”

“I’ll get someone else to do it—“

“No, you already got someone else to cover my shifts at the stable, and the garden, and now you’re trying to take away my nesting?” you playfully scolded him, a smirk on your face.

“I just hate seein’ you work too hard. You’re already workin’ a miracle by bringin’ my baby into the world,” he frowned a bit, something he’d only ever let you see. “I’ll leave you to your nestin’ but not until you sit in a hot bath. Your back’ll thank me later.”

“Fine, it’s a compromise,” you grinned and pulled him down for another short but satisfying peck. “Okay, I’ll go upstairs for my bath while you and Ellie finish the ice cream.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Later on that night after having spent at least an hour in the bathtub and twice as long fussing over the nursery, Joel forced you to relax at the dinner table, bringing you a plate of the most tender roast you’d ever seen.

“Oh my god,” you beamed as you looked from the plate to his eyes. “You did this?”

“I’ve been workin’ on my cookin’,” he shrugged bashfully. “It ain’t exactly fine dinin’, but I thought you deserved a fancier dinner than what I normally throw together.”

“You—“ You grabbed his chin and turned his face towards you, your smile still bright and beaming. “You are the love of my life, Joel Miller.”

Joel looked touched, his smile soft and sweet, just like him—or at least the side of him that you knew.

“And you are my life. Everything I do, everything I got—“ He placed his hand on your thigh and squeezed. “Everything. It’s yours.”

“Don’t make me cry on my food,” you chuckled and wiped the tears that filled in your waterline. “It looks too good to ruin.”

Joel laughed. “You started it.”

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober - Day 13 (Touch Starved)

Bill Williamson x Male!reader

"Get… off…me you… sonuvabitch…" Bill wheezed, writhing beneath the man choking him. Clawing at the strong arms cutting off his windpipe, he tried to gain some leverage to throw off the stranger.

The man on top of him snarled, eyes blazing with anger. Spit flew from his lips as he tightened his grip on Bill's neck.

The score was meant to be simple: clean out the old cabin Sean had scopped out a day before, grab whatever supplies they could find, and leave. The last thing Bill expected to encounter was an O'Driscoll thug waiting to get the jump on him.

Struggling against the thick hands squeezing his throat, Bill kicked wildly beneath the man pinning him down, desperate to shake free and get enough air back into his lungs.

A sudden gunshot rang through the cabin, stopping the struggle as quickly as it started.

Bill gasped for air, coughing as the weight of the dead man collapsed onto him. As soon as his airway opened up again, he shoved the corpse away forcefully, crawling backwards until he hit the far wall.

Glaring at the body lying in front of him, Bill rubbed at his bruised neck, wincing slightly at the pain caused by the throttling. He swallowed hard, still catching his breath, eyes bloodshot as adrenaline surged through him.

"Bill?" a voice called out in a hushed shout.

As Bill turned to look towards the source of the voice, his vision swaming, the room spinning slightly. It took a moment for his gaze to land on you crouching near the door, scanning the room with your revolver raised.

The relief washing over him upon seeing your familiar form sent his shoulders sagging, dropping the tension inside him just a fraction.

"He was…the only one here," Bill managed to croak out, massaging his tender throat.

"You took too long exploring the cabin so I came. Thank God I did," you say, standing to approach Bill while holstering your weapon. Offering a steadying hand, you helped him rise up from the floor onto a nearby chair with care.

Taking a deep breath, Bill let himself relax further as the blood flowed freely to his head, the dizziness beginning to dissipate.

Before Bill could say thanks, he suddenly felt your hand gently cradle his chin. He stiffened instinctively, eyes widening a touch as you guided his head upward with gentle pressure from your thumb.

The warmth of your skin pressed against his jaw sent a strange sensation coursing through him.

Eyes lowered bashfully, Bill couldn't help but feel his own cheeks growing warm under your gaze; unable to bring himself to meet your intense stare directly, opting instead to fixate on a spot somewhere along your shoulder.

"He really got you good," you muttered as you examined his raw skin.

"Uh…" he began nervously, clearing his throat quietly as he shifted his posture slightly, closing then unclosing his legs unconsciously, fingers tapping anxiously against his leg.

"I should've known something was off sooner," you whisper, your hand now cupping his cheek. "I'm sorry."

"It isn't…It isn't your fault," Bill stammered softly, shaking his head slightly in protest. 

You retracted your hand slowly, leaving behind a lingering warmth where your palm had been resting. "We should get going. Dutch'll probably have a fit if we come back empty handed and late," you sigh.

Forcing back a whimper, Bill did his best to keep his disappointment hidden. "Yeah…yeah, you're right," he agreed, swallowing hard as he pushed himself to his feet with a grunt. "Let's go." He added firmly, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest.

The ride back to camp passed in silence, only the sound of clomping hooves against the dirt road and the distant birdsong echoing through the trees.

You wave to Lenny as you enter camp, guiding your horse to the makeshift posts with Bill following behind. Bill opens his mouth to say something...anything, but his mouth dries up. He watches as you hop off your horse and tie it securely. With his head slightly down, he does the same. Before he could head off and drink himself to death, your hand grabs his arm to stop him.

"You need to rest," you said softly, pulling him gently by the arm towards his bedroll setup.

"Nah, I'm fine," he protested weakly, "Just wanna…get a drink…"

Despite his words, Bill makes no effort to pull his arm away from you.

"Please…" you insisted, tugging him along. "At least let me put some ointment on those bruises."

At the mention of your hands on him again, Bill felt a phantom hand pressing against his face, engulfing his head in warmth. He wanted to feel the way he did at the cabin again. He wanted to be touched...by you.

"Alright, alright. Fine."

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FLUMPY part 7 [18+] (jake seresin x reader)

summary : when flumpy take jake to the rodeo ;)

warning : this is just pure filthy soft time between our two favs , oral ( m. receiving) fingering , both switch ass babes , reader makes herself a little jealous and possessive , going in raw baby ( don't be a fool wrap that tool ) .

this is second last part i can't believe it's nearly over :(

“To get my hat” she smirked . That coy smile seductive Twist of of Her lips that  had him running after her , leading him To her like a siren to the Sea.  The sway of her  hips That had him chasing after Her almost slipping down the hallway.   

The giggle of her lips echoing Through  the wall as rooster announced he would Shower at the nurses place .  good thing the bird man was out of it because what he wanted to do well he wanted Vocal approval . 

Now what wasn't on the agenda was trying to open the door only for him to find It lock A tilt of his head as he tried It again . 

“ hold your horses  cowboys” she voice almost sang out little did he know wasn't only the hat she was getting  pulling the sweats from her body  pulling out the lingerie she  bought while out with nat . The black lace Pushed her breast into A delicious view  . The black thong That cover nothing but everything she needed it to and the black cowboy Hat she got at some festival With roo well it  fit the looks he was going for letting Her  hair stay tousled Almost an Alluring effect with it all Tied up get before she  headed to the door . 

Twist Of the lock as he waited Impatiently  yet the minute that door opened he forgot about the wait sure as hell he forgot how to breathe for A moment At the sight of his cowgirl , his Sexy as sin cowgirl standing before Him . He was ready to drop to his knee and pray to her , worship her that doorway was the entry to the temple Of absolute and utter raw beauty .  

“ whatche Think , nice hat isn't it “ she smirkedhand reaching and Resting on his shoulder. And for once the silver tongued pilot was completely silent , in awe and a burning desire Wordlessly his own hands came to her side sliding down her hip to the backs of her thighs and lifting her up as her legs wrapped around his tone Waist one she's ogled and melted over countless time . 

“ what all this darling , I mean hats great Real pretty But look at this,  you get dressed Up for me huh?” He rasped , her breathe hitching as he kiss Down her jaw . 

“ well girls gotta dress right for the rodeo although it seems as though you cowboy are over dress for such occasion” her Fingers danced under his chin before lifting his face to her.  clash of teeth and tongue , heat passion Of both own need for each other kicking herself for not realising sooner she could of been having This for longer.  

“My perfect girl” he growled pushing her up against the wall eye hungrily taking it all in from the lace to the hat that by a miracle was still on her head. 

“ i think you missed what i was saying cowboy , you’re over dressed she sighed happily  , his lips trailing down her neck making her skin burn  while his hands glided up her ribbed cupping her breast still covered in the lace. Massaging the soft tissue in his hold. 

“ it cute darling so fucking cute baby that you think you are in charge here” he chuckled lifting her easily as he brought her over to gaspy as the flimsy lace that lay on her body was ripped off like it was the material was paper made. 

“ now be a good girl , save that voice of yours , ya gonna need it for when you’re screaming my name” he drawled bring her over to the bed . 

A vision  was only was to describe the bare goddess that was before him , kiss bitten lips and lust blown eyes nothing his imagination could even slightly conjure . she was ready so ready to submit herself in every way possible for the blonde adonis that stood over her . 

“Jake  please , touch me  ,  kiss me” she squirmed under his gaze , he had her begging him and barely had he properly touched her. 

“ when you ask so nicely baby who am i to deny you “ he smirk that cocky smirk that would make her roll her eyes  , the way he crawled up her body. He  felt the way her body started pushing  so responsive god she was perfect. 

“ my beautiful girl” he cooed kissing her softly , finger grazing over the the bareness of her body  tweaking her  nipple as she whined and the other teasing her  folds with the other . “ god she crying for me babygirl” he groaned  crashing his lips against hers.  Adding another finger he sat up watching how she almost sucked his fingers back in  a sight he would burn to his memory  , never in his days on living on the earth would he ever want to forget a moment like this . 

Never in her life has a man made her this needy  , this desperate almost feral .  the way his fingers had her crying for more and more , sex wasn’t something she wanted to pass the time but she genuinely wanted  it to never end spend her days in this bed just feeling him close. The filth that came out of his mouth god it had her clit throbbing and her clench around  nothing no wonder women always wanted more from this man…. Her man . instantly her brows furrowed and her mood changed  making herself suddenly jealous of the women that thought they could take what was hers. 

“Baby you ok , need me to stop” jake asked looking down seeing the sudden shift in her demeanour on her , while concern laced his . 

“ mine” was as she say sitting up  pushing him to sit on the bed ,  lips crashing against his heatedly . her fingers pulling his t shirt from his body feeling the tone muscles as she dragged her nails from his torso to his chest  pushing  to sit back . “ mine” she panted straddling his lap dragged her bare cunt against his length straining in the confines of his sweatpants. It was an unexpected shift but oh boy was it very much welcome as her hips rolled both moaning at the desperately needed friction . 

“ your baby all your” he moaned guiding her hips  feeling her nails digging into his skin like she was marking her territory  , marking him as hers .  “ oh fuck baby yeah like that … god you are unreal” he rasped his green almost black .  something new , he’d never thought would happen  he whimpered when her hip stopped , he didn’t know he was capable to even make that sort of sound and yet here he was . her hands snaking past the band of his sweatpants  and underwear , the soft dainty hand wrapping around his painfully hard cock  thumb swirling at the tip , pumping slowly  as she bit her bottom lip enjoying how she could easy flip the switch and gain the control have him wither beneath her. “ fuck baby keep going” he sighed happily pulling the both his sweat pants and underwear feeling way to hot , needing to free himself . 

“ mine “ she smirked lowering herself settling between his legs , head dipping down and tongue poking out  as little kitten licks at the tip moaning at the divine salty taste of him that dance on her tastebuds .   looking up that wicked smile on her lips  when she felt his hand twist in her hair makeshift ponytail .  “ mine” she whisper against the tip making him twitch in her palm taking it fully in her mouth almost painfully slow to feel every vein and ridge that pushed through her plump , plush pillowy lips .

“M’your all your babygirl “ his head falling back in absolute bliss feeling the warmth of her mouth , thick length pushing further and deeper when he felt himself being constricted by her throat as she gagged  well he almost lost his resolve  and came there and then . 

Head lift when he felt the moan spill around his length it was a sight to be hold , her hand pumping watch her mouth couldn’t take as the other hand pumping in and out of her own needy hole. 

“ getting off to sucking my cock  , so desperate you need to fuck your self huh what a bad fucking girl” he growled pulling her off him with a pop , taking the hand that was buried in her cunt and bringing it to his own lips eyes locked on her and he cleaned her arousal off her fingers with a groan . “sweetest thing on this damn earth  i ain’t gonna lie  i’ll let you around with it this time because if i don’t fuck that pussy i might go insane” he pulled her to him her . their bare chest pushed against each other , tasting the other mixing their juices in a burning need . he lay her down on her back  bruising grip on her hip as she lined him up with her weeping entrance. 

He started slow letting her velvet walls hug his cock mound them just to him before the pace picked up leaning over his kiss her face gently  like he was wordlessly telling her the love he had only for her. His palm on her cheek and the other hiking her leg up his hip , pumping in and out of her picking up the pace til all that could be heard was her sounds and the sounds of skin slapping . he was close and so was she he could feel in  , the way she squeezed him , sucked him in . she was chanting his name like it was the only word she knew and in that moment it  was all that occupied her mind was jake seresin . finger rubbing circle on her puffy clit she felt it coming the coil that was so wound up it felt like she was going to be ripped about in the best way possible. The it snapped  feeling him coat her walls white as her milked him dry for everything he was worth , back arching , toe curling eyes rolling pleasure that had her screaming in pleasure .

She felt like jelly, her whole body felt boneless as she came down from the high of her orgasm .  “ that was .. is happening daily wow” she panted  as he lift his head , eyes looking into her filled with pure unfiltered love in them . 

“ bet your ass it is flumpy” he chuckled making her hit his sweaty chest , he leaned down to kiss her lips once more. 

part 8   

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[bcolfanfic]

¹⁰⁾ a dingy truck stop after ten hours on the road

bucky x buck x josie road trip vibes

(-: had fun with this

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"Papa," Josie said, pushing her foot against the back of the passenger seat where John was sat. Gale looked in the rearview mirror, offering a gentle chiding for kicking the seat- his husband tilting his head back to look at her.

"Hm baby?"

"Why aren’t we goin’ to Wis-con-sin in an airplane?"

John hoped she never grew out of the way she sounded out long words. And shared her current sentiment.

He laughed lightly to himself, reaching across the console to massage the back of Gale’s neck. "That's a question for daddy to answer I think,"

"Because daddy is trying to save us some money."

John hummed- half because he found Gale’s playful indignant tone with him endearing, and half because he knew the real reason.

“She had a hard time on the plane last time, don’t wanna put her through that again.” He’d said across the kitchen table from him when they sat down to hash everything out.

And it wasn’t an off base assertion- their trip to New York six months ago had been somewhat of a disaster in regards to the travel aspect. He wasn’t exactly itching to relive it either- and dreaded seeing his daughter upset. But there was a flip side.

“So next time we go out east we’re gonna drive for two days?” John asked softly as he leaned back in his chair. “Gotta push her a little Gale, it’ll get better the more she does it.”

Gale chewed on his lip, digging the ball of his foot into the kitchen floor. “Only one day of drivin’ to get to Wisconsin.” He said after a minute, looking at something on his laptop. “And it’d be cheaper than three plane tickets.”

So John let him have this, under the agreement that he’d be quite a bit more hard pressed to road trip to New York.

Josie tossed the topic as quickly as she’d raised it, leaning forward to get as close to them as she could from her seat.

"Didja know I'm gonna be six soon?"

"I sure did,” Gale said, tapping his fingers on that steering wheel. “You makin' any big plans?"

"Mhm.” She replied, dropping back against her seat to look out the window. “Gonna go to coll-ege."

John didn’t know if he liked the sound of that so soon, and saw what looked like the same thought cross over Gale’s face. He chuckled, lifting his eyes towards her in the mirror.

"Already? What are you gonna study peanut?"

"Ummmm," Josie started, tilting her head. "Horses, and and rabbits, and birds,"

"You know Uncle Rosie knows a lot about birds, you should talk to him about that." John said, glancing back towards Gale- concerned when he noticed that he seemed deflated.

By the end of the hour the five-year-old had chatterboxed herself right to sleep, John reaching over to give Gale's thigh a little squeeze.

"You okay? We can switch off at the next rest stop,"

Gale didn’t say anything for a minute, taking a little breath in like he always did when he was trying not to cry.

"She's gonna go to college someday, gonna leave," He said, voice wobbly.

John moved his hand back to the nape of his neck, rubbing his thumb there in a circle.

”Well she's not goin' when she's six at least." He said lightly, his own emotions about the reality of what awaited them in about twelve years starting to coil in his throat.

Gale went quiet again, for so long that John moved his hand to reach forward and turn the radio back on.

Until Gale broke the silence.

"I want another one."

John stopped mid-motion, his eyes widening as he glanced at the small blue screen of the radio display. He leaned back slowly in his seat, feeling his husband's eyes on him.

"You do?"

Gale’s nod in affirmation answered that.

It wasn’t something John was opposed to- he’d had his own moments of thinking about it, and almost bringing it up to Gale himself.

There was just a piece to it all that he felt less certain about.

"You thinkin’ of doing it the same way as last time, or,” He started, and the way Gale’s eyes seemed to focus on the road ahead gave him a feeling as to where his answer was headed.

“I- y’ know, maybe I just,” He started. “We missed so much.”

And there it was- the same stipulation that kept John up at night if he let him.

On the one hand, embarrassingly, the thought of an infant- of being responsible for someone from scratch like that, terrified him.

But on the other, every little thing he realized they missed out on with Josie made his heart ache. Having about seven photos from the first four years of their daughter’s life just wasn’t how it was supposed to be- he thought on occasion.

Before he could find the words to respond to Gale they were pulling into a rest stop- and suddenly feeling suffocated in the car, John couldn't get out fast enough.

Opening the back door, he gently shook Josie's foot to rouse her from sleep. She groaned when she realized she was being woken up, moving away from him with a huff.

"I know sweetheart," He said softly, undoing her seatbelt and helping her down. "Go can right back to sleep in a minute."

The rest stop was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the fluorescents that were on their last leg overhead. When Josie had washed her hands and they were about to head back out, she stopped- sleepy head drooping against the back of John's legs.

Obliging to her wordless ask- he scooped her up, pausing for a moment to brush the hair out of her face.

He ran the back of his hand along her cheek, it hitting him suddenly that she looked closer to her sixth birthday than she had before. Looked less like the little baby faced four-year-old that became his daughter overnight- and more like a big kid in a way that made a lump form in his throat.

When he made it back to the car with her Gale wasn’t in the driver's seat anymore. He was standing outside it, phone to his face- looking pale.

John got Josie back into her car seat and shut the door before circling back around the front of the car to him.

"Thank you Natalie- okay, John's here, I'm gonna call you back."

Natalie, John thought, and froze. The only Natalie they knew was their social worker from Josie's adoption.

"Why's Natalie calling?" He blurted out the second Gale hung up.

Dragging a hand over his face and pushing it through his hair, Gale tried to steady his breath. But his bottom lip trembled, John feeling more nauseas with every second that it took him to start talking.

When he finally did talk, the words that left his mouth made him sick all the same.

"Josie's mom had another baby- another one she can't keep."

"What?"

The utterance flew out of his mouth before he could form a more coherent response, and he felt his own eyes widen.

They'd never had any contact with the woman since her rights had been terminated by the time they were in Josie's life. The last they'd been told, over a year ago now, was that she was facing child neglect charges.

Despite his efforts to focus, he struggled to fully comprehend Gale's words as he continued to talk.

"Natalie said she called us first because we have Josie. The baby came early, he’s got- she said he’s stable now but-”

"We're turnin' around, right?"John interjected, feeling like it wasn't even a question he needed to ask given the conversation they'd been having all of ten fucking minutes ago.

Gale paused like he was waiting for John to take it back.

But when he didn't, he nodded- pinching the bridge of his nose as he did. "Yeah- yeah of course we're turning around."

[ebongawk]

"Just Chrissy comforting Eddie through something" for @kirasometimess

(I actually wrote this before, but it was serious so I'm gonna make this one more lighthearted 😘😘)

The door banged open, startling Chrissy and making her slosh her tea onto the blanket she was wrapped in. Squeaking out a little, "Oh, nuggets," she set the mug aside and stood up to greet her boyfriend.

"Hey!" she said, waving from beside the couch as Eddie kicked the door closed behind him as aggressively as he'd kicked it open. "You're home early!"

A grumble was his only response. Eddie shrugged out of his jacket, letting it drop to the floor as he toed off his shoes. He paused, looking down at the crumpled leather as though it had personally offended him, before letting out a heavy sigh and swooping down to grab it. Hanging it up beside her tea coat on the wall rack.

"Long day?" she asked, weaving her way through their eclectic spread of belongings – his guitar stands, her knitting supplies, their overflowing shared bookshelf – and standing just beside the entryway.

"Longest fuckin' day of my stupidly long life," he huffed, bending down to press a kiss to her cheek before stepping around her and heading for the bedroom.

Chrissy pattered behind him, watching amusedly as he fell face-first onto their bed. He let out a low, muffled groan.

"Take it the new drummer wasn't up to snuff?"

The groan, which had never really quieted, grew louder against their mattress.

"Did you kick him out, or did Jeff?"

Eddie shook his head. Still face down, and she had to wonder how he could even breathe.

"Grant?"

A nod that tangled his hair against the sheets. Chrissy stuffed a laugh into her elbow, trying to disguise it as a cough, and Eddie rolled himself enough to send a single glaring eye her direction.

"S'not funny," he mumbled. "At this rate, I'm gonna have to pick up more stupid shifts at my stupid corporate job."

Chrissy hummed, gliding across the room and hoisting herself onto the bed. She shuffled up, bracketing her knees on either side of his hips and sitting down on his lower back.

Eddie worked as a part-time mechanic for a chain company that worked on small engine maintenance. He mostly did oil changes and tune-ups, and she knew he didn't hate it, but he also only worked enough to pay half their bills and rent studio space for Corroded Coffin practices. Which was perfectly fine – Chrissy made plenty to cover the rest. Eddie had supported her fully while she was in school. It was the least she could do to return the favor as he chased his dream.

"The horror of having to work full-time like a real adult," she mused. Eddie wiggled, halfheartedly trying to buck her from her new throne, and Chrissy giggled. Her hands fisted in his t-shirt like horse reins, waiting until he calmed down before she began gently massaging his shoulders.

"I don't wanna," he whined, burying his face in their comforter. "Why did stupid Gareth have to go and get his girlfriend pregnant. 'Oh, sorry guys, I know the label is finally sniffing around after our latest demo, but I knocked El up and gotta quit.' Who does that?"

"Someone who has to take new responsibilities into account after their priorities change," Chrissy responded, grinning when Eddie gradually began to relax under her touch. The stiffness in his shoulders easing with the gentle but firm rolls of her palms into his spine.

"Rude," Eddie huffed. "It's like he didn't think at all of how this would make me feel."

"How dare he," Chrissy agreed sarcastically.

"I know you're joking, but–– fuck that feels good," he moaned, adjusting until he was sprawled like a starfish beneath her touch. "But, Christ, it's like we've been doing all this shit for the past decade for nothing."

"You recorded your first demo in Jeff's garage when you were sixteen," Chrissy retorted. "I know that's technically a decade, but I don't think it counts."

"Ugh," Eddie grunted, his bucking wiggle even less effective than the last one. "Leave me alone to rot, Cunningham."

"What if I," she began, curling over his back and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, "become a Chrissy Backpack instead!"

Nose pressed against his nape, she inhaled his familiar scent. Rugged and pine and a hint of sweat from playing in the studio all day. It was her favorite smell. She wanted to figure out how to make a candle out of it and take it to work so she could smell Eddie all day long.

"You know you're going to do great things, right?" she asked him after a moment. "That label would be ludicrous not to pull you guys in. And maybe they have an incredible drummer on hand who's just waiting for the perfect band to come along, and it's Corroded Coffin, and you bring Gareth back in the future for reunion tours but you also become great friends with the new drummer, and you get to be an amazing uncle to Gareth and El's little bean."

He sighed, but turned his head a little, displaying one open eye and his cheek. Giving Chrissy enough access to lean up and kiss it.

"And then I'll be able to quit my stupid corporate job and open up a craft store where I sell hand-knitted and crocheted goods, and I'll call it 'Corroded Crochet', so everyone knows I'm with you."

"What about the people who don't know us?"

"I'll be sure to inform them in depth, don't worry."

Eddie huffed a laugh beneath her, the sound making his ribs quake and his skin taste like happiness. After letting her play backpack for another minute, he suddenly rolled over, pinning her beneath his body. Her legs kicked out and the wind whooshed from her chest.

"Ack–– Eddie! I can't breathe!"

"Backpacks don't even have lungs, Cunningham."

"But I have legs!"

"Ow, fuck, sweetness, my poor tummy!"

"Revenge, Munson."

"But it's so empty already!"

"Does it want conciliatory Chinese food for dinner?"

"Shit, baby, I love you so goddamn much."

Chrissy screamed in delight when Eddie suddenly stood, keeping her attached to his back as he galloped into the living room. He grabbed the cordless phone, depositing her on the couch as he dialed their favorite takeout place.

"Hey, Eddie?"

She could hear the phone ringing through the line when he looked at her.

"I love you, too," she reminded him.

He smiled that huge, goofy grin that made her insides melt, eyes softening and head tilting to one side as he looked at her like he'd never seen anything quite as lovely in his life. Like he wanted to pounce on her, lay himself across the couch and hold her as close a physically possible. Just as he moved toward her – probably to do exactly that – the voice on the other end of the phone spoke louder.

"Hello? Ming's Chinese?"

"Oh, shit, uh. Yeah. Yes. Hello? Fuck, sorry, sorry. I, uh, wanna order takeout?"

Chrissy laughed all the way through his order.

(inspo ask 🥰)

[purplesoulcollection]

Losing A Chess Game

Hello, here i am with Lloyd Frontera oneshot story again...

Please stay tune to read the story...

"And then, I checkmated you." Said by Lloyd with his devil face to me.

Lloyd places his horse down and kicks my king, which unintentionally ends up in a position vulnerable to an attack from a pawn.

Why it comes like this...?

I cry out in frustration at the sight of this unjust result. This marks the seventh time I've experienced a loss from him.

I'm feeling quite bored at first, with nothing thrilling on the horizon. I lied down in Lloyd house with him also in his room.

It just so happens that Lloyd has no plans for building or scheming something fun(so evil for others) .

Out of this boredom, I suddenly came up with the idea for a simple games which doesn't tire me out.

Not him, because he's having extra power to keep him energized.

Then Lloyd suggested that we should play chess.

I agreed because chess is one of my favourite board games. I also usually won with other people in the village, so I have confidence to won with Lloyd.

Then the idiot thing is, I have challenged him too many times and tried to defeat him with my intelligence.

But the sad part is, I always had ended up to be the one to losing.

He really smart to outsmart me who did my best.

"Hugh Lloyd. I really believed that I could finally secure a victory against you this time. However, it seems I'm still not clever enough to compete with you in the chess."

The sound of my surrender finally escaped my lips. I let go of him.

From the very start, defeating him felt impossible; he was a cunning conman who had tricked many people, even the queen didn't get away from him, and possessed a wealth of cleverness.

This is my fault, It was all my fault from the start who agreed to the idea of his evil scheming game.

I run to the bed and hugged the pillow. I'm so frustrated, I don't want to see his face for a while. I'm angry at him.

"Name, you didn't forget our agreement, right? " He didn't even try to comfort me first, but suddenly request his reward.

I bite my lips, feeling unfair for myself.

From the start of the game, Lloyd already request so many damnit request.

Massage him, act a funny scene I remember, cosplayed, sing the Lloyd's praises, dance the weird one, said love you to Lloyd ten times with the loud voice, I think the last one can be heard to everyone in this house.

And this is the last one because I already give up.

He opened his arm. And I fell to him. His reward now is only a hug, because I already so ashamed to shout out his reward.

"Sorry but also not sorry, Name. " He spoke so slowly in my ears, but he didn't apologize at all.

"You're so cruel, Lloyd. You didn't let me have any chance to win. "

"What's reward for me if I do that, darling? "

He put his face to my shoulders, not giving a chance to me to seeing his face. Here it is...

This is the negotiation battle for me, to fight this demon king!

"If you do that, I'll be nicely ask you to going date to date with me?"

"Still not enough... "

"I also will not complain with you if you're busy with your work and your project!"

But he only shake his head, "Don't wanna, you'll forget me..."

True, because he's always busy. This is actually the rare time he's being free.

"Um... I'll kiss you!?"

"Where?"

"Cheeks or forehead?"

"Lips." He's muffled his voice but i still can heard it.

"LLOYD!!"

He finally show his face with his pissed off face, "You're the one who tried to negotiate with me. Deal or no deal, choose now right away!"

Feeling overwhelmed by the situation, I hurriedly gave my response. "Okay, deal, deal. I want it! "

"You're the one who wants the deal, Name."

We jumped straight into the game, and it's absolutely true that he loosened his defense, creating a big opening for me to launch an attack on his king.

When I noticed the opportunity, I gazed at him in astonishment and a bit of embarrassment. He just smiled at me with a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

When I win, I finally be able to tell Lloyd that I beat him for the very first time—what an achievement for me!

I completely ignore the payment i have to pay for him, at least for awhile...

"Name?"

His smug face even when he's losing from me really pissed me off. Why am I being agreed with his scheme earlier?

But the deal with Lloyd better be completed as quickly as possible before he himself take care of it. It won't be a pretty sight.

I finally giving up, close my eyes first and kissing him. He received my kiss with the ease. I enjoy the sensation of the warm and wet lips with Lloyd. I also put my hand around his shoulders. He also do the same thing as me.

This is not our first kiss and not to be the last time either.

When i feel this is enough and want to remove, finally Lloyd the one who trapped me to still kissing. I quickly became overwhelmed with his aggressive kiss, he finally break through my mouth with his tongue.

His tongue force me to adapt with his tongue and i feeling that he's stealing my oxygen.

So finally i give the signal to stop the kissing and he obey me.

He seems perfectly fine while I was catching my breath and taking in all the oxygen I needed. This is still unfair to me in many ways.

"This is the first time you’ve taken the lead in kissing me." He's being mean to me, so quickly forget our little deal earlier.

I just let out a sigh for my injustice and said, "You know, sometimes I have to take the first step for this relationship."

He only grinning sweetly to me. This not-so-lovable-man-but-still-the-one-i-loved.

The End

[eliteseven]

Queen I am on my knees begging you for more pregnant!Shadowheart

omg pls rise 😭 lmao I will be writing it into the series after the wedding! (There's a lot on the to-do list!) I only have HC's for now and we've gone through most of them! I thought of a few more for now:

(More) Shadowheart Pregnancy HC's

-When she's a few months into the pregnancy, Shadowheart begins to disappear for pockets of time throughout the day while they work at the cottage. At first, Tav is obviously quite concerned. She finds Shadowheart napping against Daphne and some of the horses in the sun. Tav lets her nap and does the work, coming to wake her before she burns laying out in the sun for too long. This happens daily, I think.

-Protective Tav training even harder bc she’s the only one fit to protect everyone in their household. Shadowheart might still be deadly as ever, but Tav sees herself as a protector, now. And how could she not? Shadowheart’s parents, the baby, and Shadowheart herself are her family 🥹 she’s a knight, protection is what she knows. It’s part of her love language. She’s extra vigilant, now.

-Shadowheart's libido is still wild (if not increased?) and I think poor Tav exhausts herself working each day and then exhausts herself catering to her wife's needs at night. She's a real giver 😊

-Arnell and Emmeline tell Shadowheart a new story about her childhood each day. She and Tav LOVE hearing about baby Shadowheart’s exploits, imagining what their child will be like, which mannerisms she’ll pick up, etc. They also help Tav and Shadowheart make a crib, make clothing for the baby, and make meals for Shadowheart's (now very picky) self. They give Shadowheart advice and keep her from spiraling when she fears she won’t be a good mother. She gets to have her parents with her every step of the way 🥹💕

-in fact, Tav and Shadowheart BOTH freak out semi-regularly about not being good parents. Tav was a noble who had everything done for her- and then she became a knight. She can dress some wounds, protect people, fight like no other- but she doesn’t know the first thing about motherhood. Shadowheart was supposed to be the equivalent of a cult assassin 😅 they can’t really cook well (Emmeline is teaching them!), they’ve gotten the hang of caring for the animals- but a human child is a very different story. So Arnell and Emmeline help them. Teach them the basics. Cooking, feeding, how to hold and rock the baby, how to put the baby to sleep. (A lot of it comes instinctively, in the end, but their presence makes them both feel so supported and prepared!)

-Morning sickness for Shadowheart 😔 Tav holds her hair, brings her food, takes the food away when Shadowheart complains the scent only makes her feel worse 💀 the first time it happens, Shadowheart tries to keep Tav away, but Tav is having none of that. Shadowheart learns that there simply isn’t a universe in which Tav will ever be repulsed by her, especially now. I think it might bring them even closer than they previously thought possible. Tav also rubs her down with warm oils and massages her almost nightly.

-when Shadowheart is pregnant, Tav reflects on her own childhood, her father’s poor treatment of her. I think she finally sees this as her chance to heal that trauma, to ensure that she will be the best kind of parent- a loving and caring one. She will give her daughter what she never had. After returning to her family estate and finding what she did there- I think this is the closure she needs.

-Tav speaking to the baby and feeling her kick for the first time???? She cries and cries. Shadowheart gently rests a hand over hers and they just sit like that together. Tav can hear the baby’s heartbeat in the final month or so and she’s over the moon. She refers to them as “my hearts” (plural now 🥰).

[carlos55edits]

A Sweet Treat

Paring: Carlos Sainz x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 2.1k

PLEASE DO NOT TAKE MY STORIES AND PLAGIARIZE THEM OR REPOST THEM! THANKS! ❤️

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Now that summer break is here, you and Carlos decided to take a trip to the beautiful Maldives. Something different for a change other than visiting the beaches that are around your home. The air is crisp. The water is so blue and crystal clear. The warm sun hits your face when you are sitting out on your little patio to catch some sun. We decided to get one of those little cottages that sit on top of the water that has a pool and a ladder leading into the ocean. Something not too big, but also not too small.

It was that time of day when the sun was setting. You and Carlos decide to eat dinner on the patio that looks out over the water where your meals were delivered. You decided to go with a dish that consisted of shrimp and pasta with a savory cheese sauce. Carlos decided to go with a dish that contained salmon that is resting on some creamy spinach. Both dishes were beautifully prepared. And for dessert, you decided to go with this rich chocolate mousse cake. Oddly, Carlos didn’t want any dessert. He is usually the first to order off the dessert menu.

“Not in the mood for dessert tonight?” You asked Carlos as you stuff a fork full of cake into your mouth.  

“I’m going to have dessert later on tonight” Carlos does his signature wink at you. You looked at him with a confused look on your face.  

“What?” You laughed. Carlos shakes his head at you with a small smirk on his face.  

“You will find out later.” He picks up his glass to take a sip of his red wine.

Two hours later, you are sitting on the bed with your robe on, your back against the headboard. You look back on some of the pictures that you and Carlos took together earlier that day. The horseback activity on the island was so much fun for both of you. You tried to forget the part where you fell off the horse in the water. You were so embarrassed, but Carlos got a kick out of it.  

Carlos walks out of the bathroom, fresh out the shower with his towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets running down his chest, and down his toned abs. His hair dripping wet. You looked up from your phone at him, basically forgetting what you were just doing. You follow his movements as he sits on the other side of the bed.

You get up slowly and crawl up behind him, sitting on your knees. You put your hands on his lower back, moving them slowly up his back to his shoulders, giving him a little massage. You kiss his neck as you continue to massage his shoulders. You can feel him starting to relax under your touch, all the tension leaving his body.  

“Your hands feel amazing. I swear you give the best massages.” Carlos moves his head, giving you more access to his neck. You moan as you lick up one of his veins that is popping out of his neck.  

“You think my hands feel amazing hm? Wait until you see what my mouth can do.” You whispered in Carlos’ ear, sending shivers down his spine.  

“Oh baby, you already know that that mouth of yours is my weakness.” Carlos groans as you bite down on his neck lightly, licking over the bitten spot.  

You get off the bed and walk in front of Carlos and straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. You kiss him so tenderly on his red plump lips. He places his hands on your thighs, slowly moving them around to place them on your ass.  

Carlos stands up with you in his arms, walking to the front of the bed. He places you on the bed softly, while he lays in between your legs. He unties your robe exposing your beautiful round breast. He kisses your lips, your neck, and moves down between your breasts. Kissing all the way down from to your belly button. Carlos moves back up to your neck, kissing a trail of kisses to your ear.  

“Remember when I said I was going to have dessert later? You are going to be my dessert tonight baby. You know I like my dessert after every meal. But what is a desert without toppings?” Carlos whispered in your ear. He gets up and leaves you on the bed anticipating what to come next.  

He comes back with different dessert toppings in his hands. He sits them on the nightstand that is beside the bed. You and Carlos have never done food play before, but you are looking forward to what he has in mind. Who knows, one day you could turn him into your sweet treat.  

Carlos walks back to the front of the bed with a can of whipped cream. He shakes the whipped cream can and sprays some all over your breasts and all the way down to where your pussy starts. He reaches over to sit the whipped cream on the nightstand.

“You know what my other favorite topping is babygirl?” Carlos asked while sucking the whipped cream off of his fingers slowly, his doe brown eyes never leaving yours.

“Chocolate.” You said barley above a whisper. He reached over to the dresser where the whipped cream sat and grabbed a bottle of Hersey's Chocolate Syrup.  

“You know me so well don’t you? He pours the chocolate syrup on top of the whipped cream. He puts the chocolate syrup back on the nightstand. He looks done at you licking his lips.

“Perfect mi amor.” Carlos takes one of his fingers and picks up some of the whipped cream from your right breast. He lets you suck the whipped cream and chocolate from his fingers. You wrap your tongue around his fingers, making eye contact with him while you suck his fingers.  

He removes his fingers and moves his mouth onto your right breast, sucking all the toppings, making sure to pay extra attention to your nipples. He moves over to the left breast, giving it the same treatment.

Carlos licks the trail of toppings down your stomach to your throbbing core. He takes a moment to make sure he has licked up all the toppings that were once on your body. He places his hands on your thighs, massaging them before he puts them over his shoulder. He kisses the inside of your thighs before he takes a lick of your wet pussy.

“Look at you baby, all wet for me already. Mmm.” He takes his fingers and laps up some of your wetness and licks his fingers.  

“Fuck Carlos. Stop teasing me.” You say with a sigh, looking at him lick your juices off his fingers.  

Carlos gave you exactly what you wanted. He dived in without any hesitation. Your back arched off the bed, grabbing his hair.  

“Yes Carlos! Yes! Your tongue feels so fucking good!” Your breathing becomes labored as Carlos continues to eat you out. Right as you are on the brink of your high, he stops.  

“No no! More please more!” You try to push his head back down to your pussy.  

“I want you to come on this dick babe.” Carlos stands up and takes off the towel that was holding his dick hostage. It springs free right in front of you. You had to take a lick. You get up on your knees on the bed, putting your hands on his chest, moving them down to his to his throbbing member. You lick your hands before you placed it on his dick, stroking him slowly. He deep groan made your pussy throb.  

You lay on your stomach and start to lick the tip of his dick, slowly taking him in inch by inch. You start a steady rhythm as your month does the work for you. Carlos watches as you take him in that hot mouth of yours. He places his hand in your hair, making a ponytail, as you take him all the way down your throat.  

“Fuck, just like that babygirl.” Carlos grip on your hair tightens, holding you down on him a little longer. When he lets go of your hair, you took him out of your mouth, spit glistening on his dick. You take his balls in your mouth, sucking them as you stroke him with your hands. With a pop, you release them from your mouth.

“I want you to fuck me Chili.” You get up from your stomach to lay on your back, opening your legs to him. You reach down and start to play with yourself, giving him a little show. Carlos moves on top of you, moving your hand from your pussy. He kisses your lips, as you feel his dick move over your pussy, causing you to moan.

“You ready for me baby?” Carlos asked you before looking into your eyes.  

“Give it to me please. I want it. I want to feel you inside me.” You whispered to him. He pushes in slowly. You both moan at the feeling of becoming one.  

“Damn you are so fucking tight and wet for me. You take me so fucking perfectly.” Carlos kisses your neck giving you a chance to adjust to him. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper.

“Just how I like you, nice and deep.” You rub your fingers through his hair as he kisses your neck.

Carlos sits up and leans his forehead against yours, starting to set a slow pace, your eyes never leaving his.  

“Carlos, faster.” You whispered to him. Carlos shook his head, disapproving of how you ask.  

“Is that how you ask mi amor? Ask me the right way.” Carlos halted his movements.  

“Please? Fuck me how I like it papi. I want you so bad.” You say as you try to move to feel some type of friction.  

“That’s a little better.” Carlos kisses your stomach and grabs your waist has he drills his dick inside of you.

“Oh fuck Carlos! Just like that! Fuck me just like that!” You arched your back off the bed, holding on to the sheets that lay beneath you.  

“Just like that hm? My little slut always likes it rough.” He picks up off the bed, bounding you on his dick as he holds you by your ass. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, giving him a sloppy kiss.  

He walks you both other to the glass sliding door that leads to the patio. He puts you down, turning you around so that you are pushed against the cold glass.

“We haven’t tried this before. How does that cold glass feel on your hot skin baby.” Carlos whispered in your ear. Before you could answer him, he thrusted back inside of you. Taking your breath away.  

“Yes! Yes! Dick me down just like that daddy! Fucking give it to me harder!” You say in between your teeth. Carlos grabs your waist and fucks you as hard as he can.

“Yes baby! Yes! Fuck this tight pussy is going to make me come! You better come on this dick too.” Carlos groans. You can feel him throbbing inside you as he nears his climax.  

“Shit! I’m coming! Ahh!” You say as you start to shake as your climax hits you so hard. Carlos grabs you to make sure that you do not fall. You swear you blacked out for a second.

“Oh fuck! I’m coming! Yes! Fuck!” Carlos fills you up with his cum. He stands there for a second before he pulls out of you, cum dripping down your legs.  

“I filled you up so much baby. It’s dripping down your leg. Let me get you something to clean you up.” Carlos picks you up and lays you on the bed before leaving to go get a towel.  

He comes back and begins to wipe you clean. You wince a little from the sensitivity from the fucking that you have just received. He throws the towel somewhere beside the bed.  

“Come on babygirl, lets get under the covers.” You get up from the bed so Carlos can move the covers back. You both get into the bed, and he covers you both under the covers. He cuddles you from behind, kiss our ears.  

“Carlos?” You say with a smile on your face.

“Yes?” He says in his sleepy voice.

“Can we fuck in the pool next? You know, since we are trying new things and all.” You waited for him to respond with the biggest grin on your face.

“We are going to fuck in every room before we leave, and that includes the pool.” You both laughed at each other sleepily.