#or til i can smooch her

[kaisollisto]

messy lae'zel doodle. that's my wife and we've banged 3 times but i haven't got to hold her hand yet.

[hischiershoe]

Can I please request “You know, I only came here tonight because I heard you’d be here. How ridiculous is that?" With Luke Hughes. It just screams him.

thank you for sending in! i kind of changed the prompt a bit but not too much Warnings: a little angsty but not really, not a ton of dialogue til the end, one singular smooch

Luke had never been much of a partier. Sure, he would always go when his friends or brothers would drag him along, and he'd try to have fun, but in truth, he would rather be anywhere else. He would much rather be at home playing pool or playing stupid games with a few people at the house. At least, that's how he used to feel until he met you.

The first time you met Luke was a year ago when you'd been dragged to some house party with a group of your friends. They wanted to go because they heard there were going to be some cute hockey players from your university there, and you went to make sure they had a safe way home. When the four of you had gotten there, they insisted you go outside with them because that was where 'they' were.

While they flirted with a group of boys you'd long forgotten the names of, you sat off to the side and scrolled on your phone until they decided they were ready to leave. You felt him lingering a few feet away from you until he actually made the jump to sit next you, making sure to keep a respectable distance between you.

"Hey," You heard him clear his throat, "You okay?"

You put your phone down and let your gaze flit to the unnamed boy to your left, eyes landing on a tall, lean guy who had a messy mop of curls on his head. He was cute.

"I'm good," You nod, straightening your back as you focused on him, "Just waiting for my friends."

"Me too," He chuckles, shrugging his shoulders, "I'm Luke, by the way."

From that moment forward, you looked for Luke in every crowd at every party, and he did the same for you. The two of you spent the entire summer seeking one another, but never taking the next step to further whatever your relationship could've been called. At first, you thought it was fun, thinking of it as a little game the way you'd always seek each other out. Though, you'd hoped that he would ask you for your number before he left for the summer.

He never did.

You tried to forget about Luke, to accept that it was nothing but some sort of weird summer fling without the actual fling part, but that was easier said than done. Before last summer, you never paid attention to the hockey subculture at Michigan, but now that you knew who he was, that became nearly impossible. Everywhere you went you saw his name, his picture, his friends.

It sounded silly to say out loud because you didn't really know Luke, just a version of him that you saw for a few hours, but you couldn't let go of him.

When the next summer came, you attended a few parties in hopes that you might run into Luke again. You'd even asked a few people about him, but you always came up empty. Your friends didn't know about your side quest, but they could tell something was off with you, and they made it their mission to find you something to take your mind off things. Well, someone.

Luke loved playing for Team USA, he really did, but he was so ready to go back to Michigan for the summer. He was ready to relax, to have some time out of some sort of spotlight, to find you again. He hadn't stopped thinking about you since he left for training camp last year.

He regretted not asking for your number before he left, but every time he would try and do it he would chicken out. No matter how many times his brothers or friends would encourage him to finally ask out the 'mystery lover girl', he couldn't bring himself to actually do it.

"I'm not talking to him," You groan as you walk up the driveway with your friends, "I'm not interested!"

"No, you're too interested in your random mystery boy," Josie throws her hands in the air, "Just give Logon a shot! He's really nice and he isn't bad looking. Please!"

Unfortunately for you, you were easily swayed, and that was exactly how you ended up uncomfortably pressed against the brick with an overly chatty boy next to you. To Josie's credit, Logan was nice, but he had barely let you get more than five words the entire time you've spent with him. At one point, you zoned so far out that you didn't hear anything he said until he was grasping at your bicep.

It was then that Luke walked out the backdoor, his eyes subconsciously scanning the crowd for you until they finally settled on an all too familiar side profile. He faltered in his steps, watching as a guy he vaguely recognized stepped closer to you. He couldn't look away, no matter how much he wanted to, he was forcing himself to stay rooted in place.

Luke eventually tore his eyes away from one when one of his college friends called out his name and dragged him back inside, and you were left with no idea that he was even there.

After a while, you managed to escape your dull conversation with Logan and found your friends again. Josie tried to make her attempt at a setup by saying she would be the DD, which made you nearly burst into laughter because she was already a bit too far gone for that to happen. Towards the end of the night, people slowly started to trickle out of the house, but the girls insisted they wander out back with a few others before heading back home.

"Hey, isn't that Luke Hughes," Hope slurs, pointing to a tall figure who was walking towards the boat dock.

It was embarrassing you quickly your head turned, how quickly your feet began to move in his direction with a certain determination to your steps. You can hear the girls talking behind you, making the very clear connection to Luke and your mystery boy. Despite his obvious ghosting from last summer, you still found yourself wanting to see him and talk to him. Maybe even get an explanation if you were lucky.

"Hey," You called out, slightly startling him as you sat next to him, "You okay?"

Luke's focus snapped towards you, his eyes wide and swimming with an emotion you can't quite place. You give him a soft smile as you take him in, noticing that he let his hair grow a little bit longer than he had last summer, noticing how much bigger he had gotten since then.

"Hi," He finally breathes out, his lips forming your name almost like he was testing it.

"Hi, Luke," You softly greet, "Long time no see."

"Yeah," He nervously chuckles as he looks away from you, "Yeah, it has."

Luke's mouth drops open like he wants to say more, but he doesn't. Instead, he grips the edge of the dock so tightly his knuckles were beginning to turn white. His face is barely illuminated by the light seeping down from the house, but you can still see the apprehension on his face. His brows are furrowed and his nose is slightly scrunched up, and it makes you want to pull him in by the shirt collar and kiss him.

"Do you want to know something," Luke suddenly bursts out, though he keeps his gaze in front of him.

"Of course," You curtly nod.

"I just got off a ten hour flight like four hours ago," He admits as he finally looks at you again, "But I came because I asked a friend if you'd be here, and he said yes. How crazy is that?"

Your face twisted with shock, his words ringing in your ears as you stared up at him. He'd been traveling all day and he should be sleeping, but instead, he was here. He came to a party, even though he didn't like them to begin with, because of you?

"Why," You swallow the lump in your throat, "Why because of me?"

"I wanted to see you again," He plainly states, but you can hear the hesitancy in his voice, "I fucked up last year by not getting your number because I was scared, but I didn't want to do that this summer. I was fully ready to ask you when I saw you earlier."

"Earlier," You ask, tilting your head, "Why didn't you then?"

"Well, you looked pretty busy," He scoffed. He sounded... annoyed? For what reason, you weren't sure.

Wait. Earlier you had been with- Oh.

"Luke," You stifle back the amused giggling threatening to slip through, "Are you jealous?"

"What?! No! Of course not," He hastily defends, roughly shaking his head in denial, "It just would've been rude to ask for your number if you're with ano-"

You cut Luke off by surging forward and placing your lips on his. It was a short kiss, nothing too over the top or romantic, but it was enough to render him speechless as you pulled away from him. His eyes were still closed, his lips slightly parted and his breathing shaky.

"I'm not with anyone, idiot," You playfully groan, covering his hand with your own, "I come to every party with the hope that you'll be there, so if you're crazy, then so am I."

[archangeldyke-all]

oh nooo another Sevika prompt!

Sevika and Reader are hanging out at The Last Drop and Sevika cannoooooot keep her hands to herself. She takes every opportunity to grab Reader's ass and hugs her close when Reader sits on her lap during card games. She is being VERY handsy until Reader whispers "uhm hello? is something wrong? can I help you? do you want something?"

And Sevika is like [:

Which, in Sevika, only means "I'll behave if I can fuck you in the closet/bathroom/my office"

please the [: emoji made me scream because i immediately pictured this smirk of hers:

men and minors dni

ran's been a friend of yours since you were a kid, and now that they're working with silco they're sevika's favorite goon. the three of you go out for drinks together sometimes, just to laugh and gossip and relax for a bit.

tonight's one of those nights. you and sevika have been hanging out at the last drop for a while now, helping theriam flip chairs and prepare for opening, waiting for ran to get back from whatever adventure silco's sent them on today.

sevika's always a little more handsy than she probably should be in public, but tonight she's on a whole other level.

while you were helping theriam polish glasses-- sevika's arms slung around your waist and her chin hooked over your shoulder-- each time the bartender would turn away, she'd take the opportunity to start grinding against your ass, moaning in your ear.

as the two of you played a round of double solitare, sevika's boot snuck up your leg and started pressing against your cunt.

you went to the bathroom and sevika trailed after you, trying to push into the stall with you, a predatory glint in her eye and a giant pout on her lips when you told her to scram.

"fu-- what has gotten into you tonight!?" you squeak as sevika starts nibbling on your earlobe. you're on her lap now, thinking that maybe letting her hold you will help her control herself. you were clearly wrong. you're lucky nobody's at the bar yet. while you're used to her smacking your ass and making out with you in public, this is a lot. especially with her hand cupping your cunt.

sevika giggles mischievously and you smile at the sound. "maybe you, if i'm lucky." she mumbles against your throat. you snort.

"ran's gonna be here any sec-- se-vika!" you squawk as she sneaks a hand up your shirt and starts groping your tits.

"ran can wait a few minutes if they show up 'n we're busy. we've been waitin' hours for them."

with her lips on your throat and her hands pinching your nipples, sevika's making an awful lot of sense right now. still, though.

"s-sev. just wait til we get home baby-- we can lay out in the bed and take our time."

"mmm... yeah... or i could take you up to my office and bend you over my desk real quick. make you cum three or four times, get you back down here within twenty minutes."

you cackle, turning around in her arms to face her. sevika's wearing the cutest little smirk in the world, and well... you can't say no to her now. "you are fucking ridiculous." you say. sevika's smile only grows. "and you've got a lot of ambition with those numbers."

"that's not a no." sevika points out.

you just roll your eyes and lean forward, smooching her nose. "you've got ten minutes." you say.

sevika scrambles out of the booth so fast she topples the table, carrying you in a bridal hold, not letting you down no matter how much you squirm and scream. "sorry T, i'll fix the table in a sec!" she calls over her shoulder as she sprints up the stairs.

you have to muffle your cackle against her throat.

sevika bursts through her office door, her frantic energy disappearing for a moment as she gently sets you down on her desk, kissing you sweetly and carefully clearing her desk of anything that'll poke you. then, the excited, giddy look in her eye returns, she gives you a sloppy kiss, and runs to slam the door.

you just giggle, quickly stripping out of your clothes, watching sevika fling her own clothes around her office as she stumbles back toward her desk.

when she's back between your legs, you pull her in for a kiss. she sighs against your lips and you groan, sinking your fingers in her hair, making her shiver.

neither of you are naked yet, but that doesn't stop sevika's hips from grinding against your cunt. you twine your legs around her, whimpering in her mouth.

"fuck, i've been thinkin' about you all day." sevika mutters.

you giggle a bit. "i can tell."

"i could cum from fuckin' you just like this." she grunts. each time she pulls back, you can see a wet spot from your soaked underwear growing on her light blue boxers. it makes you crazy.

"m-me too." you admit. sevika grins and shoves your shirt and bra up under your armpits, pinning you to her desk and diving forward to start sucking on your tits.

you tangle one of your hands in her hair, the other sneaking under her unbuttoned shirt to scratch down her back. sevika groans loud and long when you do, and her movements against you get sporadic and sloppy.

"janna, i love you." she sighs. "i can't-- i just-- you're all i think about. obsessed with you."

"i know baby." you say, kissing sevika's head. "fuck you feel so good. you're so fuckin' cute, sev."

"a-are you close?" she whimpers. you giggle.

"are you?"

"fuck-- yes-- but i wanna make you cum first." she whines. you laugh, but when sevika shoots back up from your tits to shove her tongue down your throat, all you can do is moan and fall apart underneath her.

you shiver as you cum, and sevika hums against your lips, satisfied. you pull away with a gasp, and then give her hair a harsh tug, and sevika lets out a sweet whimper as cums. "y-you fucking soaked me, baby." she moans, awed.

her words make you groan. sevika ducks down to kiss you again, one of her hands shakily patting around her desk for something.

she manages to find the clock, pulling it up to her face and giggling before showing it to you. "we still got four minutes." she says. you cackle.

"yeah, four minutes for my legs to stop shaking before i have to walk back down those stairs."

"don't be stupid, i'll carry you."

you just burst into laughter, and pull sevika down for another kiss.

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[shutupineedtothink]

Initial trailer thoughts (I just watched it like 5 times and screamed a lot):

We love an all female voice acapella soundtrack

Siuan and Moiraine voice over is right and correct

I see they gave us a smooch with them but i ain’t fooled that’s probably a flashback UNLESS—

Holy shit the cinematography. The VISUALS you guys wtf I can already tell they’re one upping themselves again

Moiraine: “… and in every future where I live…” Me: DONT YOU SAY IT “…Rand dies.” Me: NO!!!

Well at least she’s talking to Lan about it

So it was her he was carrying across the desert fuCK

The Moiraine Lanfear scenes girl do NOT get me started oh my godddd

Liandrin’s cover is intact?? She’s back to Red ajah

Only one mysterious shot with Moghedien i see

Siuan confiding in Egwene, I think?? If I’m right about the wonder girls scooby dooing around the tower figuring shit out Imma be so happy

Two millisecond shot of Rand and Lan with swords nice

Definitely can’t wait to see Alanna fuck some shit up. But ooh buddy I am worried about that shot of her screaming. One or both warders are in trouble I think

March?? I repeat, MARCH?? Girl I thought we were gonna have to wait til September again. On the one hand, excellent, if they can keep up this 1.5 year pace, that would be great. On the other hand, what am I supposed to do for the rest of this year after this??

[astroyosei]

［愛］ℒove pick-a-card

&team maknae line ver.

yuma　　　　　　　　jo　　　　　　　harua

taki　　　　　　　　maki

Hello loves! Happy Beltane for those who celebrates (including me)!♡♡♡ Prepared a cool pick a card reading for today, in topic of the &team boys💕 Hyung line version was posted on the boys' latest comeback day to support them, you can find it here. And just how i promised, maknae version comes right heree.^^ Hope you'll like it, have fun! Smooch!<33

Readings coming under!!!🌙

　yuma

-[...] Mellőzzük a nagy szavakat.

-Mellőzzük. Meddig maradhatok?

-Míg az élet el nem választ.

(Vavyan Fable: Szennyből az angyal)

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Ülj ide mellém, kérlek

Nézzük, hogy táncol az élet

Ahogy járja a táncát

Fel fog kérni engem és téged...

(ByeAlex és a Slepp x Giajjenno - Anya)

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Baby, hold me 'til I explode

Stop thinking, what's so hard about this?

Kiss me like it's too good to be true

As if I'm your last love

(Blackpink - As if it's your last english translation)

　jo

She is not “my girl.” She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

(Avraham Chaim: Thoughts after The Alchemist)

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Lidércet nem érdekelte, mit gondolhat más arról, hogy ő igazi férfi vagy sem, egyszerűen átölelt és hosszan ringatott. Megsimogatta a fejem, és arcomat a nyakához nyomta. Éreztem, hogy a testéhez közel akart tartani... óvni, szeretni, önmaga keménységével beburkolni, hogy ne sebezhessen a világ. Könnyes szemmel bekucorodtam a meleg karokba, és hagytam, hogy a gyomromban a csomó, mint ezüst a királyvízben, feloldódjon.

(On Sai: Álruhában, Vágymágusok 1.)

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Úgy szeress, mint

ha jó volna,

mintha szívem

szíved volna.

(József Attila: Tedd a kezed)

　harua

- Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again.

- Never is an awfully long time…

(Pán Péter film 2003)

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A game for those who seek to find,

a way to leave their world behind.

(Jumanji film 1995)

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Micsoda mágia...

(On Sai: A háború titka, Vágymágusok 4.)

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Your love feels like the rain, feels like a song I used to know

And your love feels like the way there's only green lights driving home

(Jisoo - Your Love)

　taki

Ám egy dupla kémény után meghökkentő dolog történt.

Mintha szembejött volna velem a napfény. [...] Még az illata is napsugaras és édes volt.

(On Sai: Titkok és intrikák, Vágymágusok 3,5.)

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-Mielőtt megismertelek, Bella, az életem olyan volt, mint egy holdtalan éjszaka. Nagyon sötét, de azért akadtak csillagok, az értelem apró fénypontjai… Aztán egyszer csak te átszáguldottál az egemen, mint valami meteor, s hirtelen minden lángba borult, minden csupa szépség és ragyogás lett.

(Stephenie Meyer: Újhold)

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Ha tévedek, s én is hűtlen leszek,

Sose írtam s szív sose szeretett.

(William Shakespeare: CXVI. szonett)

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girls be like "i know a spot" and then keep you in their hearts forever

(Ismeretlen)

　maki

Veni, Vidi, Amavi

(Ismeretlen)

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Hiszel a szerelemben első látásra? Vagy sétáljak el előtted még egyszer?

(Ismeretlen)

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A vakszerencse a tudatlanok és a gyengék menedéke

(Paul Stewart & Chris Riddell: Erdőmélye, A Szirt Krónikái 1.)

　　　　　　　　-- end of the readings --

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falling silver stars gif divider credits to the owner (sorry i don't know! gonna update when i find it!), 'continue reading' sign is from @anitalenia, and the pile pictures were edited by me - unedited versions from pinterest credits to the owners

Sok szeretettel, Lia♡

- 2025 / 05 / 01 -

[moony-ghoul]

thinking about the chronic boyfriend that is swiss ghoul

he kisses dews neck, right over the keloid scars of where his gills once were, his lips fit perfectly between the ridged bumps, neither of them say it out loud but they know secretly that every kiss is a promise “no matter what happens, i’m always here, i love you til the end”

he kisses phantoms head, they fit so perfectly against him that he barely has to bend to reach, like two puzzle pieces, he loves the whiff of sickly sweet caramel from their shampoo mixed with the almost burnt metallic edge of quintessence that radiates off them, the sigh against his neck melts away any stress within his body

he kisses mountains shoulders, typically whenever mount gets to sit down after working in the greenhouse all day, shoulders tight and glistening, swiss does what he can to massage the tension out, savouring the salty taste left on his lips, he lets out soft hums against mounts skin as he rambles about his day

he kisses rains knuckles, he has the most beautiful hands swiss has ever seen, long and elegant, nails carefully manicured, rains hands get stiff after practicing all day and swiss uses every kiss to press a bit of quint into every joint

he kisses auroras cheek, every chance he gets, he loves the soft blush that blooms every time he pulls away, loves how she smiles up at him with that soft glint in her eye, no matter how awful of a day she’s had a soft smooch from swiss will always bring a smile to her face

he kisses aethers chest, late at night when swiss’ insomnia is acting up and he needs something soft, something warm, something that feels like home, he needs aether, they don’t exchange words anymore, swiss crawls into aethers bed and aether wraps his arms around him, its not often swiss feels small against another ghoul, he can feel aethers steady heart beat against his lips, a silent “thank you”

[ticklishraspberries]

pls I would love some david x aaron hcs!! I just started my umpteenth rewatch and idk how this ship never crossed my mind before but now i desperately need more

-aly

ok ok ok...this is my roman empire ty for asking!!

hotch and rossi clearly have this married-couple kind of dynamic that grows throughout the show. they know each other so well, so intimately. they're always there for each other, and the team literally refers to them as "mom and dad" in canon (i think only once, but still).

i firmly believe that hotch was never unfaithful to haley, but i think his ~bisexuality~ was something he wasn't aware of until after her passing, and his attraction to rossi was always there, just in the back of his mind.

all the time spent together for work just brings them closer and closer...and i'm supposed to believe they never smooched?? c'mon.

*insert joke about rossi's had so many wives he should give men a shot*

idc i will headcanon hotch as ticklish til the day i die. he definitely has the ability to ignore it/pretend not to be but that can only last so long, yknow?? and rossi clearly has a lil mischievous energy about him.

i weirdly can't picture rossi being very ticklish, but he definitely isn't unaffected like hotch pretends to be <33

like. C'mon. i am not immune to old man yaoi. they co-coach hotch's kid's soccer team together. that's gay as fuck.

rossi's facial hair tickles hotch's neck when they cuddle but hotch is too proud to admit it so he just tries to subtly scoot away.

[theblueflower05]

Hi! can I request for an omega lo'ak x alpha reader where Y/n wants him to feel good and so he said "you can, by doing this..." where he place her hands on his manhood and started thrusting until he cums with of course lots of groaning and dirty talk.

I am salivating just thinking of this. I just think Lo'ak doesn't use his hands but uses his hips instead whenever he touches himself 🤤

The way that I simp over the thought of the Sully men as Omegas? It’s just? Not healthy at this point lol I am beyond obsessed.

Because like. The moment Omega Lo’ak realizes that you’re his? Oh, it’s on.

It takes a while to get there- his own self doubt sabotages your relationship. He can’t believe it. That you; an Alpha in her prime. A known hunter and expert ikran tamer, wants to be with him.

You tell him you don’t care. About his humanoid deformities or his reckless nature. You just want him.

Smut below the cut. NSFW.

After that it’s on. He’s all fucking over you. He wants you in his lap, or him in yours, at all times.

Lo’ak loves PDA and no one can tell me different.

It’s all; the two of you cuddled close, hand feeding each other meats and fruit at communal dinner and braiding each other’s hair and Lo’ak suckling on the scent gland on your neck at the most inappropriate of times.

BUT.

You still haven’t mated- he’s the son of the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik to be. He deserves a great ceremony and all of the Omiticayan courtship traditions.

He gets huffy with laughter and calls you old school.

You roll your eyes and shove his shoulder- it’s respectful, jerk!

It’s all fine and dandy and he’s gonna let you parade him around and give him presents because it does wonders for his ego-

But the fact that you won’t fuck him?

Oh. Yeah. That has caused many a fight.

“This is the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard! I’m not even a virgin- and neither are you!” He’d argue, in whispered little hisses. His golden eyes pleading.

You just caress his cheeks, your small thin hands comforting “that’s not the point and you know it, yawne”

He does. You love him, truly. You’re not like the other girls he’d fucked, mindlessly. Desperate for a wet pussy and a tight knot. You want this to mean something, to mean everything.

He just rolls his eyes and wraps his big muscles arms around your slim frame, grumbling into your hair about the injustice of it all.

It’s not like you don’t give him anything. There’s kisses- so many kisses. All of the kisses. Everywhere. Til his mouth is raw, all over his neck and chest- he likes it when you kiss his cock the best. You grin up at him, all canines and amber eyes and worship his shaft in smooches. When you dip under- to get at swollen balls and hole- he always blows.

You touch him almost constantly. Hugs. Hand jobs. Fingering.

And it’s nice. It gets him off. Makes him come until his eyes roll and he screams himself hoarse.

It’s not enough.

You start to pick up on the face. It’s harder to get him to orgasm. Takes longer. He’s struggling to go over the edge-

“Baby” you whisper as you kiss all over his neck. The two of you are naked and sweaty- tucked away, high in the forest trees. On a thick branch. A perch. A hide out of sorts where you can be as loud as you’d like “tell me how to get you off. How to make you feel good”

He can hear the plea in your voice and he sighs. He’s not trying to be difficult, really. He’s not.

But his body needs more.

“I need to be inside of you” he urges and you let out a wounded whine.

That’s not fair.

He knows you want it too.

“Only four more eclipses til the ceremony, Lo. Then you can have my knot” you reassure him, kissing at his cheek and nuzzling it with your own “how else? Tell me what else you want”

He needs to fuck something. His hips twitch and his tender cock aches.

Your hand is already between his sticky thighs, playing with the furled hole between his cheeks-

He grabs it and slides it up until it’s cupping his manhood loosely, his cock in your grip.

You try to mice but he squeezes your wrist in warning “no just keep it there”

You nod, wanting to help him. “Wanna make you feel good”

“You can” he whispers, his breath hot and humid on your ear as he starts to thrust “by doing this”

His hips move- slow at first. A dirty grind. Just enjoying the clutch of your fingers. It’s by no means as wonderful as your pussy will be, but it will just have to do.

The minutes tick on and Lo’ak gets more desperate.

He’s a whining mess. His mouth open, panting out desperate sounds as he fucks your fist. His hips snapping, rhythmless as he looks for release.

“Mhmm, fuck my fist” you instruct him in that melodic voice of yours “does that feel good?”

Lo’ak can barley speak but musters words for you “fuck yeah it does”

“Yeah? You wish that was my pussy instead?” His eyes begin to roll at your vulgar words “wish my knot was squeezing you all tight- that you could shoot your load into my womb?”

Lo’ak shrieks when he comes. High pitched and needy and you eat it all up with a gluttonous chuckle.

Is it hot in here? Or is that just meeeeeee. Ugh.

Not to jinx it but life seems like it’s finally chilling out and I can get back to answering all my horny asks!

[esmedelacroix]

29 days til' Christmas

decorating the christmas tree with erwin smith and your daughter ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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Erwin had insisted on starting holiday decorations after Thanksgiving. This is what brought you here the literal morning after Thanksgiving hauling all of the decorations out of the storage with little Anna. If it was up to you, the tree would've been up by the first of November. If there was one thing that Anna got from you, it was your love for the holidays.

The tree that you had chosen as a family, the weekend prior, was delivered to your doorstep and brought inside. Anna chose this year's Christmas color theme; red and gold. She added the tree skirt and you were ready to get started.

You put the lights up and let Anna plug them in. They illuminated beautifully even with the sunlight pouring into the room. The two of you squealed in excitement as you opened the ornament box.

Anna started putting the red ornaments on the tree, scattering them so when you put the gold they would all be in order. While the two of you were decorating the tree, you heard heavy footsteps walking down the stairs. You turned your head towards the stairs to see Erwin wiping the sleep out of his eyes. "Papa! You're awake! Look what me and mommy are doing!" Anna exclaimed, running to him and giving him a hug. Erwin picked her up and walked over to you giving you a smooch.

"Ew guys," Anna said giving you both dirty looks

"Aw do you want a kiss too?" you teased. You shared a look with Erwin before showering Anna with kisses. She acted like she hated it but you knew she loved the affection. She was very sassy for a 4-year-old, but she was a softie at heart.

"I see you girls already got started with the decorations," he said admiring your work.

"Yeah, I'm sorry babe we just couldn’t wait," you chirped, showing him the parts Anna decorated.

Erwin put Anna down and looked through a box. "Hey maybe we can put some of these ornaments on the tree, they belonged to my great-great-great grandmother, it's a family heirloom of sorts," he explained. You rushed over to peek into the box he was holding with Anna. In it lay six of the most beautiful vintage gold and red ornaments.

They were shaped and designed like cupolas on top of Russian Orthodox churches. They were round and pointed at the ends like an onion, They had swirled strips, checkered designs, and spiked ones. "Oh my god, baby these are perfect, I love them!" you exclaimed and you hugged him.

"Anna darling, you want to put these up?" you asked as you picked one up and handed it to her.

She happily placed the ornaments on the tree handling the ornaments with delicacy and care. "I'm gonna get breakfast started while you girls finish up with the tree," Erwin said, giving you a quick kiss.

"Thank you, baby," you hummed while you helped Anna get the higher spots on the tree.

Once the two of you finished putting all the ornaments on the tree and breakfast smelled just about ready, you called Erwin for the final part. "Daddy, we want you to put the star up," Anna exclaimed, holding the star up to him.

"Alright pumpkin," he said, patting her head. He barely had to try because he was so tall; once he placed the star atop the tree and plugged it in, the tree was complete.

"Oooh, it looks so good!" Anna squeals, jumping up and down.

"It was a job well done, sweetheart," You said, hugging her.

"Now it's time for you ladies to come to the kitchen, and eat some breakfast, you've been working so hard, let's replenish your energy," Erwin said while ushering the two of you into the kitchen.

The two of you ate like you never have before. Erwin watched you feeling nothing but happiness overflowing in his heart. Erwin loved to spoil his beautiful girls and join them in whatever crazy adventure they embarked on. He felt as though he was made to love the two of you and would do anything for you. Even if it meant, waking up early in the morning to the sound of his girls squealing(probably over the Christmas tree arriving)and going down to help out and make breakfast.

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I don't think I've seen you talk much about your other bg3 ocs, who are they and what are they like? And who would/have they romance(d)?

I have a few characters that are parts of Theil's story, otherwise the only other characters I've played in game are two past DND characters!!

Reya - Actually playing her in bg3 as a swap AU, but she was sort of Theil's... Boss? She met Theil in the crime circle of Baldur's Gate and started asking them to do tasks for her, getting bigger and bigger while not offering much in return. However Theil fell for her looks and base level compliments. When they eventually confessed, she laughed in their face and admitted she never cared for them to begin with.

In their anger, they slapped her, and their anger manifested in their magic as flames that scorched her face

She's a dwarf fighter (I. Cannot remember what specialization I haven't touched her file in a bit bc I've been focused on durge Theil) so far for her I'm doing an evil run and romancing Minthara (killing her Minthy deserves better!!!)

And then there are Theil's vampire arc!!! For some reason I get anxious talking Abt post game Theil so I don't think I've mentioned them much, and I can't. Find my picrews of them so guess I'll die (if there's real interest I'll try to find/remake). But. I have a plot where Theil's mortality freaks them out and they end up enslaved for a year til their friends can kill their master and bust them out!! Yay!!

Damien - Their master. Theil jokes that "He's no Cazador" but that's. A massive understatement. He's actually a big ol loser that lives alone in the woods. He sees his spawn (in his mind) less as slaves and more as children, as he outlived his own son and doesn't know how to cope. He actually escaped his own master quite easily, and he, his son, and Ashula, a drow he rescued that his master was going to turn, lived together in the woods.

Ashula - Oldest spawn both in age and time with their vampire master. They were fairly young when Damien rescued them, and lived with him and his son for years. Some time after Damien's son passed, they offered to allow him to turn them so he wouldn't lose them, as well.

They are very much a protective older sibling, loving both their siblings and their "Father," as they call him, dearly. They look out for their siblings as Damien becomes more erratic but even if they could fight against him, they would not.

Yoghan - Second oldest spawn, youngest in terms of age (other than Theil of course). A strange little dwarf who ASKED Damien to turn him "for science." An alchemist by trade, he has a passion for the things he doesn't yet know-including becoming a vampire. He's just a lil freak. I love him.

Aerilaya - Youngest spawn wise, but older age wise than Yoghan. An elf that was saved by Damien where her brother abandoned her in the woods outside of his cabin. Has severe abandonment issues and a fear of being alone. Short tempered but doesn't really mean anything by it, she's just a lil rough around the edges. She really latches onto Theil and getting to be a big sibling and protect Theil (which also shows a lot about how she sees Yoghan and Ashula)

And then my other DND characters!

Relas Drottvez - My first DND character... Half elf paladin of. Fuck I can't remember what oath but I'm 90% sure it's Devotion. He follow Helm and Torm, who I found out after I made this decision tend to have their followers in conflict, but I feel like this makes him particularly interesting to have in bg3? He has this very "all gods are good overall and have good and bad followers of varying levels of Faith" attitude.

He's romancing Gale but in my heart he has Gale, Wyll, and Halsin all smooching his dumb lil gay face.

Also coincidentally he also has a huge fear of wolves and I DID have to make saving throws similar to what Shadowheart does if we encountered wolves in our campaign!

He's gay AF Shadowheart wasn't a romance option. But they def are besties.

Gnam the Tiny - I think they were actually the second DND character I made? They were the second I played, did it for a charity raffle one shot with the DM of Bombarded which is. A fantastic podcast btw and I still think about how he complimented my creativity on a prewritten one shot he's run dozens of times.

They're a gnome barbarian (man I don't even think I've gotten far enough on that file to pick their subclass but I'm probably going w the tome of the beast) that is like. Fully convinced they're an orc bc they were raised in an orc clan.

They're romancing Lae'zel bc. Hell yeah violent woman.

[baycitystygian]

au where paulie actually had someone telling him he's so valid and worthy of being loved way earlier in his life when he desperately needed it ✨

"Here you go, sweetie, hot and fresh!," I began, handing over a tray of grilled cheese and tomato soup to Melissa. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

She shook her head no.

"Thank you, mom."

"It's what moms are here for!" I kissed her on the forehead. "If you need anything at all, I'm here."

I exited her room, gently closing the door most of the way. My husband, who was standing frozen in the hallway, locked eyes with me like a deer in headlights.

"What's the matter?"

"Was the grilled cheese?," he began.

"Yeah, that's what she asked for."

"And tomato soup?"

"Paul, what's gotten into you?"

He quickly turned his head away and made a beeline for our bedroom.

"Paul?" I chased after him, planting myself on the bed next to him. He was hiding his face, but I was certain I knew why.

"It's stupid," he muttered.

"Honey, it made you cry. That's not stupid, it's got to be important. What's wrong?"

"I don't know. Seeing you with Missy just now, it brought up a lot of memories or my mother. That was her cure-all, grilled cheese and tomato soup. Every time I was home with a migraine, she was right there offering it to me."

"I'm sorry." I hugged him tightly. "That wasn't stupid at all."

"I don't know, a grown man crying over a sandwich is pretty pathetic."

"Tell me... what exactly upset you? Wouldn't that be a nice memory, of her taking care of you?"

"Oh, she cared alright, til she shipped me off to my aunt. It just... set off a lot of things at once."

"Including your fear of abandonment."

He nodded, almost disappointed in himself.

"Sweetie, I'm not going anywhere on you. You have every reason to feel the way you do, but I need you to believe me when I tell you that you're always safe with me."

"I know, but sometimes my brain won't shut up about it anyway."

"I don't have all the answers for that, but I could offer you a nice hot bowl of soup." I gave him a gentle smile. "Now, and forever."

"And a grilled cheese?"

"Of course, I couldn't forget that."

He cracked a smile, and I let out a little giggle.

"C'mon, babe. We can talk more over lunch. Or later on, or whenever you're ready. I'll be there when you are."

"What did I do to deserve you?"

"Beats me, but you're pretty damn incredible. Certainly much more than you give yourself credit for."

"Oh, you're just saying that because you're my wife."

"It's only appropriate that I feel that way about the love of my life, no?"

"I hate arguing with you." He chuckled and gave me a quick smooch on the lips. "I think I'll take you up on that offer."

[archangeldyke-all]

read and sevs reaction to lil fuckers labor 🤚🏻🤚🏻😭

HELL YEAH HELL YEAH HELL YEAH

men and minors dni

"BABYYYY!"

you shoot up from the couch, running into the bedroom, your heart in your throat as your mind conjures up images of sevika in pain. "what? what's going on?" you ask as you enter the room.

sevika's scrambling around the room like a wild animal, her eyes panicked. at the sight of you, she blinks, then a giant grin spreads across her face. "it's happening." she says.

you blink. "what's happening? a fire!?"

"no, baby, it's happening!" she says, reaching forward to grab your shoulders and shake you a bit.

you blink at your wife in confusion. she snorts, kisses your nose, and returns to her manic scrambling, throwing random clothes and supplies on the bed.

"sevika... are you having a stroke?" you ask.

she cackles a little hysterically, then looks at you. "smooches just called, my love. little fucker's water broke."

you gasp. sevika giggles again. "you mean...?"

"our baby's having a baby, baby." sevika finishes for you, nodding rapidly.

you burst into action beside your wife, running to your closet to find a duffel bag to carry all your belongings.

thirty minutes later, you and sevika are in the labor and delivery wing of the local hospital, waiting nervously in the lobby.

smooches finds you with a tired, proud smile on her face.

you swarm her the second you see her.

"is everything okay?"

"is she alright?"

"how are you doing, honey?"

"how far along is she?"

smooches laughs and holds up a hand to cut off you and sevika's barrage of questions. "she's alright. doctors say it'll be a few more hours 'til fucker junior joins the world. got 'er hooked up to a bunch of drugs, she's happy as a clam. i'm okay. just... i dunno. excited? nervous? feel like i might throw up at any moment but... in a good way?"

sevika snorts and ruffles smooches' hair. "i felt the same way when this one went into labor. you'll get used to it."

"it doesn't go away?" smooches asks.

sevika cackles. "oh, honey, that's the feeling of being a parent. it never goes away."

smooches snorts. you reach out and grab her hand. "did you tell your dads?"

she nods. "they're on the way."

"tell 'em to bring a pack of cards. me 'n your pa got a game of poker we gotta pick back up."

smooches laughs and shakes her head at sevika. "alright. are you gonna be okay out here? you can wait at home, y'know."

"please. our baby's having a baby. you're lucky we're not in that room right beside you." you say. smooches laughs, then leans forward to kiss both your cheeks.

"alright. thanks for comin' out moms. i should get back in there... i guess i'll see you when i'm a mom." she says with a shy smile.

your heart bursts, and you squeal as you and sevika hug smooches in for a tight hug.

smooches dads find you an hour later. the four of you camp out in the waiting room, passing around magazines, playing cards, sharing pictures of your daughters when they were young. at one point, while sevika's playing poker with one dad, the other nudges you.

"did you tell your other kids yet?"

you giggle. "little fucker made us promise not to tell 'em until the baby's actually here. apparently, she didn't want to crowd up the hospital with her big ass family. considerate little shit. i love her so much."

he laughs and hands you a tissue as you start to tear up. "it's hard to believe we're old enough to be grandparents, huh?" he asks. you laugh and nod as you blow your snot into the tissue.

"i swear, just yesterday i was in this very hospital givin' birth to the kid myself."

"mmm. then five years later i was here pushin' out the twins." sevika mutters.

time passes agonizingly slow. occasionally, smooches will come out to the waiting room to give you all updates. you sleep on sevika's shoulder, then she sleeps on yours. you do laps around the hospital, trying to burn away some of your nervous energy. sevika even bums a smoke off a nurse, breaking her twentyfive year streak without; trying to calm her nerves.

you giggle as you join her in the parking lot, watching her try and fail to take any real hits off the cig.

"you're horrible at smoking now." you tease. sevika glares at you, then bursts into a round of coughs.

"i used to be so much cooler than this."

"you're gettin' old, granny." you tease again. sevika flicks the mostly unsmoked cigarette away and pulls you in for a kiss.

you spend an eternity in the little waiting room, waiting for your baby to have her baby. and then, at three in the morning...

"wake up, ma." smooches whispers, shaking your shoulder. you snort awake, elbowing sevika and kicking mr. and mr. smooches awake.

"what-- what's going on?" you ask, rubbing your eyes and blinking up at your daughter in law. she grins.

"c'mon." she says simply, nodding her head to the long, winding hall of rooms.

the four of you practically sprint to the delivery room, chattering and whispering nervously. sevika nudges you. "you think the kids'll be awake to get a message right now?"

you laugh. "wait 'til the morning to tell the family group chat. i'm sure the new mommies will want some proper sleep before introducing baby to all her aunts."

"and uncle!" mr. smooches reminds you of ekko. sevika snorts.

"nah, he's used to bein' grouped in with our girls by now, isn't he love?"

you don't answer, because you've finally reached the room.

your heart swells at the sight of your daughter, exhausted, sweaty, and smiling bigger than she ever has in her entire life.

mr. and mr. smooches swarm their daughter and the little crib in the corner of the room, but you and sevika make a pit stop before seeing your grand baby.

you both practically crawl into little fucker's hospital bed beside her as you shower her with kisses. sevika bursts into tears the second she hugs her daughter. you aren't far behind.

"are you okay, my baby girl?" sevika asks with a wobbly voice.

little fucker laughs. "hi mommies. i'm okay."

"oh, honey, you look so fucking beautiful." you coo, cupping her face in your hands. she laughs.

"do i? smooches says i look like a wild animal."

you kiss her sweaty forehead. "a bit." you tease.

"or like you got in a fight with one." sevika adds on, laughing through her tears.

your daughter laughs, and your heart sings.

she's okay. she's okay and healthy and she's a mom now.

"she was a stubborn little shit. didn't wanna come out. i get now why you gave me and the twins such unflattering nicknames. kids are fucking assholes." little fucker says.

you and sevika cackle, peppering your eldest daughter with kisses. "y'know we call you little fucker out of love, right?" sevika asks. little fucker snorts and nods.

"of course. smooches has already nicknamed babygirl 'fucker junior.'"

smooches appears at the bedside, a little bundle of baby wrapped up in her arms. "you wanna meet your grandmas?" she coos down at the baby.

tears well up in your eyes as little fucker reaches out and grabs her kid, pulling her to her chest. sevika's muffling her sobs with the back of her hand. and then you both burst into laughter at the sight of your granddaughter's face.

"janna, sev, how fuckin' strong are your genes?" you cackle.

the beautiful baby girl looks exactly like your wife, just like her mama and her twin aunties. "you're only a quarter of her genetic makeup! how is this possible!" you laugh in admiration.

"what's her name?" sevika asks, hearts in her eyes as she peers down at her fourth mini-me in the family.

"well, fucker junior here came before we could settle on a name, but once i saw her... she just looked so much like you mommy... so... we decided on ximena."

you sob, kissing little fucker's scalp, and sevika blinks at your daughter in shock.

"y-you mean...?"

"like your mom, right?" smooches asks, rubbing sevika's back.

sevika blinks, a tear running down her cheeks, and then she lets out a loud, shaky sigh. you grab her hand, and she launches herself across the bed to kiss you, squishing your daughter and granddaughter between the pair of you.

little fucker bursts into laughter, and baby ximena babbles. when sevika pulls away, she shoots down to kiss little fucker's head.

"is that okay? i know you don't talk about her much but--"

"it's the best fucking thing i've ever heard in my whole life, shut the fuck up." sevika sobs.

the room bursts into laughter, and sevika carefully grabs the baby, staring down at her with stars in her eyes.

"hi ximena. beautiful baby girl. you gave my baby a real hard time gettin' here but... fuck you're fuckin' perfect, aren't you? can't even blame you when you're so fuckin' sweet."

it's a beautiful moment, one that you're certain will stick with you until the day you die.

and then baby ximena farts, and the room bursts into laughter again.

kofi

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[kamiversee]

omg i wanna give you a smooch ty for taking the time to breakdown my 4 am ramble 😘 it’s so ironic you mentioned that this is how you are with the MCU because i was the anon that said these last few chapters are my Avengers Endgame 🥲 but holy shit you were right, this is more like my Infinity War because the feeling of the cliffhanger and devestation is the same. I LUV U KAMI it’s 6 am rn and i realize i left a lot of my notes out of that “mini” TFL analysis so once i’m fully awake i might go sniffin’ for more hints 🤍 i’m sure someone else has found the Sukuna detail by now with your hints so i’m excited to apply those two hints into refining more theories!!

the fan theories are so much fun to read, but way more fun to find evidence for. i have a few excerpts from diff chapters to support theories like Choso being involved with the list generation, Sukuna and Gojo “working” together, etc. even if i’m not fully onboard with some of them. i feel like you can relate to enjoying the process of going back and gathering details, so you totally know where i’m coming from with all of this lmao

i’m so excited for your blue lock fic to be uploaded!! shidou and sae are too fine for their own good i need these men so fucking BAAAAD!!! considering that i only found you once you posted on Tumblr, it would be really cool to see how your writing progressed to the point that it’s at in TFL 🤍

💋

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That…That was a MINI analysis? HELLO?😭

Anywho, yes, to me, TFL is my Infinity War & the next fic is Endgame. I think the cliffhanger was inspired by my love for marvel too & l the things in it that connect & how they branch out…

Yeah yk how one marvel movie or show will reference another? Just wait til’ I get more fics on here & trust me I’ll be cross-referencing shit like crazy😭

Anywho, the Sukuna detail was how he texted the reader first despite him giving her his number— they never exchanged numbers, he just gave her his so, how did he text first? ><

The other detail issss, actually I think someone else found it so I’ll respond to tht ask & confirm in a bit💀

Anywho, I love how you can find something to support all sorts of theories bc it really gives me a chance to see how creative I could be going forth 😉

LASTLY, my Sae & Shidou fic was my first masterpiece imo, the angst, the fluff, the smut (I’ll probably rewrite some bits), EVERYTHING. It’s a great story & was one of my favs before I made TFL my focus ^.^

[nancypullen]

A Day That Will Live in Infamy

It’s been a minute since I’ve posted, but it’s been for a good reason.  Shortly after my last post Matt flew in from Minneapolis and a few days later the Edgewater gang came over.  Everyone camped out here until after the 4th and we had some big fun!   I have some of the most adorable photos of the grandgirl, but of course I can’t share them here. Boooooo.  Her parents are spoiling all my fun.  Anyway, the last person left on the 5th, we spent the 6th recovering, and today is our anniversary.  Thirty-nine years of  marriage and we’ve never been the lead story on the evening news. Bravo to us!   Last night we’d gone to bed and as I got comfortable on my heating pad and Mickey wrestled with the tubing of his CPAP,  I realized we were a long way from our wedding day.  I said, “Just think, thirty-nine years ago at this hour you were at Carmichael’s Academy of Cultured Anatomy with your groomsmen. Look at us now, livin’ the dream.”  We laughed it up, moved a cat off the bed, and went to sleep.  Crazy kids.    Seems like just a few years ago we said “I do” and now my hair has turned white and his beard is gray.  We’ve raised two amazing sons, and made homes from Barrow, Alaska to south Florida.  We’ve definitely had our ups and downs, but never considered divorce.  Murder, maybe, but never divorce.  It’s nice to know that the story that started with a cocky young trooper and a teenager from North Pole has a happy ending.  I mean, not that it’s over yet (fingers crossed), but after 41 years together, 39 of them married, I think it’s gonna’ stick.

Gee, we’ve hardly changed.  Except for the white hair, gray beard, creaky joints, and the fact that we spend more money on bird seed and ibuprofen than we do entertainment - why, we’re those same lovebirds.  He’s still incredibly romantic, I’m still a goof, we still laugh a whole lot more than we bicker, and we can have a full conversation with a single look.  Instead of those two youngsters that would dress up and go to Night Town to dance til the wee hours, now we’re Grandpa and Grancy and if we’re not in bed by 10 o’clock you’d better check on us.  Four decades together changed us in a number of ways, most of them for the better, so no complaints from me. What a trip it’s been! That’s it from me.  I think I’ll go give my sweetheart a smooch for putting up with me for so long.  I’ll be back tomorrow to share some nonsense. Sending out loads of love tonight grab some if you need it.

Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy 

[chibiunseen]

Title: 17-sai Hajimete no H

Author/Artist: AYUKAWA Mio; KOUSAKA Yuuka; MASUZAKI Yoshino; MINAMI Kanan; SAKURAI Miya; SHIGANO Iori; SHINJO Mayu

Genre: drama, romance, school life, shoujo, smut

Status: Completed

Synopsis [baka updates]:

A collection of short stories revolving around a girl's first time!

A Boy's Suggestion by SHINJO Mayu Kana is on a mission of love. How pathetic would it be if a senior like her completed high school without ever having had a boyfriend? That's when Takuya, a freshman with a reputation as someone you don't want to mess with, confidently asks Kana to go out with him. She has misgivings about him being younger than herself, but can she be adult enough to overlook it?

Virgin Beast by MINAMI Kanan

Let's Go Be Daring!!! by AYUKAWA Mio Yoshino has a crush on Kanou and is too shy to tell him, but if she doesn't act quickly some other girl might. Yoshino's friend tells her how to become daring: Don't wear any underwear! This secret technique certainly catches Kanou's attention when a brisk breeze blows Yoshino's skirt up, and... Yoshino needs to come up with a good lie, fast!

When I'm with You, I Won't Be Home 'til Morning! by KOUSAKA Yuuka After two months and three days of dating, high schoolers Eimi and Hiroto are finally ready to have sex. Eimi is nervous, but Hiroto seems okay. She heard that he's a real lady killer and his ex-girlfriend was his college-age tutor. Can Eimi -- a virgin -- possibly measure up to the kind of experience Hiroto has had? What will it mean for their relationship if she can't...?

The Awakening of Love by SAKURAI Miya High school girl Asuka has a boyfriend who's 23 years old, Hiroyuki. When people comment that older guys must be better in the sack, Asuka confirms it -- but she doesn't honestly know... because Asuka is still a virgin. Unable to stand it anymore, she gives it up to Hiroyuki (who didn't know she was a virgin), but instead of bringing them closer together, it drives them further apart...?

Smooch Smooch Smooch by MASUZAKI Yoshino Tomo, age 16, has a crush on the university student Yuuji. They even live together. Problem: Yuuji is her cousin! He's never had a girlfriend, but that's because Tomo harasses him in a series of various "attack" styles. As her latest attack, designed to make Yuuji jealous, Tomo and her friend Samata pretend to have a relationship when they're in front of him. But when Samata becomes serious about Tomo, Yuuji knows he has to make a decision -- fast.

Sweet Desires by SHIGANO Iori Maya caught her boyfriend cheating... Since then, she has lost faith in men. But will this change with a sudden kiss, outside a bar... from a kouhai??!!

[2neaky]

𓇼°₊.𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 ❀ 𝙵𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝 🥭

—You piss my b°tches off like a potty. Can't keep these nigg°s off of your body. I wanna put it all in your body.

Wanna get in your drawers 'til my d°ck is soft, let my d°ck dissolve in your body.

‘Dunk Contest,’ Cash Cobain

P.2 -> P.1 here, P.3 here

7.9k!Warnings: oral (fem. receiving), p*ssydrunk, filthy talk, *verstimulation, riding c*wgirl, b*ckshots, rough s*x, back-to-back rounds & c*mming, low refr*ctory periods, use of pet names (Mama, Fat Ma), safe & c*ndomless s*x, accidental recording during s*x (caught on security cam), exaggerated descriptions of p*netration, excessive amounts of ej*culation, squ*rting, tummy bulge, qu*efing, cr*ampie, descriptions of character’s body parts (curvaceous/thick/girthy), original characters

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His dick is way too hard off of just eating the pussy. 

Shit’s never gotten him this excited. 

Most times, giving head is just a performance of “niceties” to him. If the girl he’s fucking with at the moment wants it, cool. If she doesn’t, that’s cool, too.

But, clearly Diamanté’s something special.

Real special, alright.

He just wants to put his mouth on her and devour her pussy until he passes out from lack of air.

And he couldn’t give a fuck less about the hair-thing—fuck it, he thinks it makes her taste even better. He swears he could cum off of her shit alone.

“‘Jani?”

His daze breaks and he recognizes worry on her face.

“Shit.”

“What?” She tries to sit up straighter. Her eyes search his for any sign of regret.

Did this just ruin things between them? God, she prays it didn’t.

“I wanna eat it again.”

Fear drops from her face as his words set in. It’s too funny for him not to laugh. His head falls into her chest, and as laughter wracks through him, Diamanté finds herself joining in.

“Nah, but … I ain’t joking, though.”

“Shut up,” she smiles, pushing his head back.

“What? You not tryna let me?”

She kisses her perfect teeth with the roll of her eyes. 

“Shit was so wet,” he smirks, stretching his hands up her thick thighs. “M’trynna drown in it,” he mumbles into her neck.

“Oh my gosh,” she says softly, feeling her shy nature return.

A soft hum rumbles from his throat as he presses his soft lips to her hot skin. “C’mon, Dia’.” 

A clipped gasp leaves her as she jumps. Gentle fingers push softly past her lips to gently stroke her clit.

“Ajani,” she whines with a pout. “I’m sensitive.”

He plants a tiny smooch at the crook of her neck and shoulder. “Want me to stop?”

“Mmh…”

The tip of his tongue kitten-licks her smooth skin. “Tell me to stop.”

Her skinny fingers wrap around the bicep of the hand he’s got between her legs.

“Tell me.”

She mewls, hips twitching shyly.

“Mhm.” He lifts his head to stare at the desperate look on her cute, round face. “Go ‘head.”

Her hips almost do a full rock before she’s stopping herself, trying to hold back. Her lips part with a shaky breath.

“C’mon … get that nut, baby.”

His words place confidence within in her movements. He slides his hand deeper between her legs, offering up more of himself. 

She rocks her pussy against the heel of his palm, riding him. His dick pulses, watching her use his hand to get off. Her juices collect all over his fingers.

“Hah—yes … y-yes,” she whines as quiet as possible. 

But he can still hear it. And he wants to hear more. He wants her to be louder. 

As she shifts against the heel of his palm, he teases her quivering pussy with his fingers. Her lower stomach sucks in as she inches closer to her release.

“Shit so warm,” he says to himself, burying the pads of his fingers into her walls. “Need’a be in that.”

Her thighs clamp around his wrist and her hand squeezes his arm with all its might.

“Need’a be in that pussy so bad.”

A broken moan flutters from her. Her hips stop as her pussy chokes on his fingers. She’s only still for a full second when a harsh shudder wracks throughout her body.

Before he can even ask, he feels her hot, wet  milky release dribble down his fingers and hand.

Heavy bouts of air puff out of her as she trembles from her orgasm.

It’s only been the second time, but Ajani can safely admit to himself that he loves watching her cum. He thinks he can become obsessed with it, honestly.

Coming out of his thoughts, he realizes just how quiet she is. Before he gets the chance to comment on it, her smaller arms wrap gently over his shoulders and she rest her head against his chest.

“You good?” He chuckles.

She nods wordlessly, eyes falling closed.

He uses his other hand to rub her back, hoping to soothe her.

“You tired?”

She nods again, much slower this time.

“Aight.”

He pulls away from her only to get out of the pool. And as he walks towards her, he can only laugh at the drowsy look on her face.

But the look only lasts so long when her eyes widen. Against his left leg, his dick print is way too visible. Especially with how his swim trunks cling to his skin.

“What?” He looks down at where her gaze is pointed to and he tucks his lips as an awkward smile pulls at his face. “Shit.”

She points to it. “Are you—“

“Don’t worry ‘bout that. You wanna go to bed?”

She takes one more glance at his erection before nodding.

He holds out a hand and she grabs it, allowing him to pull her to her feet. As she stands, her legs tingle.

For a split second, he catches just a glimpse of her pussy before she shields herself with her hands. 

His dick twitches and he’s gotta cover himself, hoping she hadn’t noticed. He even tries pushing it down some.

“Where’s my bottoms?” In all of that craziness, she hadn’t even realized where they’d gone.

When they both look around, they quickly spot it floating in the pool water.

“Shit, my fault,” Ajani says.

She pouts, staring at it.

“I could get ‘em for you,” he offers.

“They’re gonna be cold and wet.”

He almost coos at her frowny face.

“And I hate going commando,” she groans softly. “Damn…”

He’s quiet for a moment, thinking, as she cries over spilled milk. 

“I knew I should’ve brought an extra—oh my gosh!”

Her stomach swoops as she’s hoisted up. Instinctively, her legs wrap tight around his waist and her arms do the same around his shoulders.

“Ajani!”

“What? It seemed like the only other option, you was complaining about everything else.”

“I-I’m not even wearing anything.” Her voice is small and she almost wants to hide her face.

“And that’s supposed to matter to me?”

Her back is so straight it’s almost arched, as she’s hyper aware of his hands on her ass to hold her up. That, and the fact that there’s less of an inch of space between his abs and her pussy.

She definitely has to be careful.

“You wanna come down?”

She averts her gaze. “Don’t drop me…”

The corners of his lips rise into a crooked smile before he brings them inside. As they enter the dark house, warm air sheathes them. 

“Bedroom’s upstairs,” he breathes out as he nears the staircase.

“Oh, I can come down if you—oh.”

He hoists her up higher right before climbing the steps. His grip on her tightens as he holds her closer.

And, of course, she doesn’t say anything. He won’t either. But, Ajani would be lying if he said that her pussy pressed against his stomach isn’t something that excites him.

With each step, her body does a tiny bounce. And with every bounce, her breathing gets heavier and heavier. Until she lets out a squeak.

When he trumps the final step, she sighs out in relief as the friction between them lessens.

Finally, they enter the bedroom, and she can’t be happier to see a bed. Gently, he sets her down on the large mattress with a grunt.

“Hoo!” he breathes out, hands on his hips. “Shit was a whole workout.”

“Shut up,” she giggles.

Quiet as he tries to regain his breath, he trudges towards the shuttered balcony doors and pushes them open.

A soft breeze shuffles into the room and it feels great on their heated skins. 

Practically forgetting his presence in the room, Diamanté stretches against the pristine, white sheets. She practically moans as her back arches deeply, ass sticking up higher than her shoulders.

Standing off to the side, Ajani only watches her with folded arms and low eyes. 

She don’t even know how sexy that shit is.

His arms fall to his sides, only for a hand to ghost over his front. Mindlessly, he squeezes his dick through his trunks.

Slowly, she melts into the sheets. Body relaxed, her eyes flutter open to find him still across the room, watching her.

“You wanna go to sleep?”

His voice has got a tired rasp to it. That’s how she knows they’ve been up for too long. And yet, she’s embarrassed about the way her pussy clenches just from the sound of it.

Embarrassed by who? For what?

She only shrugs.

Ajani smiles. She doesn’t hear the tiny breath of amusement that leaves him.

“So what you staying up for? Thought you was tired.”

The bottom of her lip catches between her teeth before she gives a lazy half-shrug.

“Fucking liar.”

She rolls her eyes, a smile pulling her bottom lip from her teeth. Letting the expression speak for itself, she closes her eyes.

The only light in the room is from the moon as it spills in from the open doors.

In such little amount of light, she looks ethereal. Fuck it if that sounds corny, but that’s the only word that comes to mind as he’s looking at her.

“Stop staring at me and come to bed,” she mumbles, eyes still closed.

“My shorts still wet.”

“Take them off.”

She almost didn’t even believe the words that came out of her own mouth. Her eyes open, seeing the smile on his face only deepen.

“Yeah, you keep up that bold shit.”

Only a couple of seconds pass until he pushes himself off of the wall. And just the same, Diamanté’s body moves without thought.

She sits up and her braids fall over her shoulders. An idea spurs in her head, but she second-guesses it. Just do it, her brain whispers to her. 

There’s no objection.

As Ajani steps closer, she reaches behind herself to pull at the strings keeping her bikini up.

He halts when her swim top is thrown off of the side of the bed. Her small, perky titties are out for him to see.

His mouth waters, desperate to curl around and suck on one of her chocolate drop nipples.

He can still see the hickie he put near one of them.

“Okay,” he nods.

Maybe it’s the fatigue that’s getting to her brain and swallowing up her usual meek nature.

My turn, he thinks.

He doesn’t break eye contact as he pulls the drawstring on his trunks loose. There’s only so much stalling one can do when it comes to undressing. He peels the shorts off. 

As he pushes the wet fabric down his skin, his dick softly bobs in the warm air as it’s released.

She prays he didn’t see the way her eyes widened by a fraction—certainly more awake than she was just a couple of seconds ago.

He’s so thick. She almost winces, thinking about how he’d probably split her open. Her pussy weeps just thinking about it.

A tiny bushel of dark, curly hair lays at the base of his dick, neatly trimmed. And she knows she can hardly see in the relative darkness, but from what the moonlight exposes—his dick is so pretty.

She can’t believe she’d ever think something like that about one of her best friends.

But the smooth, deep brown skin is alluring. His two-toned tip fades from a lush pink to a brown. Not only is he thick, but he’s got a mean curve that will definitely fuck up her walk.

Only a few inches of space separate them as he stands at the edge of the bed, staring down at her. He wets his bottom lip, so tempted to touch her.

“Lemme eat it one more time.”

She doesn’t even nod. She only sits back on her elbows and parts her legs. Beneath her lashes and her glasses, her big doe eyes look up at him.

He has to remind himself to keep his cool.

Carefully, he gets down on his knees before the bed and pulls her closer to the edge by her thighs.

His dick jumps, watching her open up for him again.

This time around, Diamanté keeps a hand on his head, tugging at his braids. It’s enchanting, watching him feast on her. 

His jaw works tirelessly to pull every sound and drop out of her.

Her grip on his braids tighten as he turns his head to tongue-kiss her pussy deeper.

“Mmh,” she mewls like a kitten, pushing her hips into his face.

His jaw glistens under the few streaks of moonlight that hit on them. He sounds like he’s in a heated make-out session with someone, and she can’t even believe that she’s that wet.

With her tight grip, she pulls. His spine almost curls and she feels his mouth slacken as he moans into her.

She bites down on her lower lip, liking that he seems to enjoy this treatment. So, she waits another minute before pulling again.

He moans louder. This time, pushing a hand down, between himself and the bed.

She hisses as he laps at her clit. Her pussy only ever clenches, finding it impossible to stop as he pays it so much attention.

She yanks on his hair, and he’s got to squeeze his dick to keep from cumming. But, of course, his eyes roll back until they close. 

His mouth never stops, though, buried in her pool of honey.

“‘Jani,” she moans softly. 

Her breath hitches cutely. As he holds one of her thighs, he feels it tremble beneath his hand.

Finally, he comes up for air. His eyes are low, stuck in a trance-like state. Pussy-whipped is the better term.

He stares at her messy cunt, dripping with slobber and slick. Pursing his lips, he pushes  out frothy bubbles of spit. It drips down on her. When it lands, he’s opening his mouth wide to take her mound in.

Slowly he releases each part of her until her clit is the only thing he’s sucking on. He releases that, too, with a loud pop.

Then she’s right back in his mouth, eyes closed as he runs his wide tongue all through her sopping folds and crevices. 

And the taste is so addicting, he can’t stop drinking from her. He hasn’t even noticed the telltale signs of her body tensing. Let alone acknowledged when her pussy was sputtering out a third release for the night. 

He only sopped it right up, coaxing for more.

“A-Ajani—oh … fuck,” her voice breaks and her thighs squeeze his head so hard, trapping him in her.

She doesn’t mean to, but she’s yanking on his hair so hard that he’s got no choice but to release her from his mouth.

And that’s only because his lips part to groan out incoherently into her. His dick shoots out thick spurts of cum before he can stop it.

He can’t even breathe, and he doesn’t think he wants to. ‘Cause if he had to choose a way to go out, this would be it; suffocated from being face-deep in Diamanté’s pussy.

When her thighs finally open, she has to push his head back for him to get air.

“No more,” she pleads, believing that round of this would definitely kill her.

His mouth is open, like he’s ready to beg for more. But, as he inhales, the fog over him lifts and his common sense slowly returns.

“My fault,” he croaks. 

As he licks his lips, tasting what’s left of her, he gets the urge to go back in for more. But his self-control is just strong enough to hold himself back.

However, nothing stops him from staring as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Tiny bubbles of her leftover release dribble from her slowly clenching hole. The milky essence slides down the valley of her ass cheeks, disappearing between them.

“Your … hair.”

Slowly, he looks up at her. It takes his brain seconds to catch up.

“Oh…” He reaches up to run a hand through the frizz, noting how messy they’ve gotten. “S’cool.”

Dia’ stares at him, eyes wide with concern. But, she cannot stop the laugh that bursts out of her. She tries to stop it up with a hand to the mouth, but it doesn’t work.

Tiredly, he laughs along. But his laughter is quickly intercepted by the words: “Oh … shiiit.”

The mess he made against the bed frame, his thighs, and his hand finally catches his notice.

“What?” She sits up to look where he’s looking, only to give the same reaction. “Oh my gosh,” she whispers, a surprised smile lifting her lips.

“Fuck,” he laughs. “Aw shit…”

She peers down at him from on top of the bed, a mischievous, kitten-like smile on her lips.

“Didn’t know you liked hair pulling.”

He kisses his teeth with the shake of his head, braids flopping around. “Shit, me neither.”

Carefully, Diamanté climbs off of the bed and pads over to the bathroom connected to the room. 

The countertop is littered with a couple of Ajani’s toiletries.

She gathers a good enough amount of toilet paper in her hand. But, before she leaves the bathroom, she catches her reflection in the mirror.

Yet another gasp slips past her lips for the night as she finds that huge ass hickey on her chest. 

Even against her deep brown skin, the blooming mixture of red and purple is harshly visible. 

At least no one else will see it.

She exits the bathroom, running on her tip-toes to get back to Ajani.

“Here.”

She sticks out her hand, offering the toilet paper wad for him to use.

“‘Preciate it.” Gingerly, he takes it and begins wiping up his mess. 

Speaking of mess, her eyes really widen when she sees the huge wet spot, soaked into the sheet.

“How are we gonna clean this up?”

“Hm?” He picks his head up to the messy bed. “It’s cool. Long as we throw it in the washer, we good.”

“Oh my God, what about your friend? He’s gonna be so mad we did this in his house.”

The fear on her face is hilarious. He can only laugh.

“Chill, he don’t gotta know.”

“This isn’t funny—this is his bed.”

“One of ‘em.” He stands at full height, almost wincing at the way his knees click. “This just his vacation house, he not even here most’a the year.”

His words do little ease her worries.

“If it makes you feel better …” He quickly dumps the soiled tissue in the bathroom toilet and flushes it. “There’s only cameras in the front yard and back,” he announces as he comes back out.

“The … backyard?”

“Yeah.” 

“The backyard? Where we just came from?”

“Yea—oh…”

She stares at him with wide eyes and her mouth agape.

But it’s too late to do some shit about it now.

He releases a sigh. “Let’s hope he don’t look at the footage.”

“This is so bad,” she frowns.

“Relax, okay?”

“We were being fucking recorded.”

And he can’t lie, the thought of that makes his dick just a tiny bit stiff. Admittedly, there’s a teeny, tiny part of him that wishes he could have the footage. But, he has to remain focused.

“If he seen us, I’m sure he would’a called me by now.”

“How would you know? You don’t even have your phone!”

He opens his mouth to object, but he quickly realizes she’s right. Her words remind him that they’d left their devices outside.

“Go check!” she whisper-yells.

“Alright.”

Quickly, he pulls his swim trunks back on to head back out into the backyard. The soft yellow lights and torches are the only things illuminating the rather still space.

Standing in the midst of it all, he peers up to search for the supposed camera out here.

There’s one hidden in one of the palm trees. Another connected to the house, just beneath the part of the roof that juts out.

So they definitely caught that shit.

Inhaling deeply, he forces himself to look away and search for their phones instead. He’d found them on a small side table near the lounge area they’d been seated at.

He double-taps his screen; 3:42 in the morning.

Goddamn.

He swipes at his notifications, finding it empty. Relief floods him.

Before he returns to the house, he swipes up his and Diamanté’s shoes, her biker shorts and sweater, and her swim suit bottoms from the pool.

He makes a pit stop at the laundry room, throwing all of their clothes—his swim trunks included—into the washer before heading back to the bedroom.

Sitting on the bed, chewing one of her nails in worry, is how Ajani finds her.

“Here,” he says, tossing her his phone.

She catches it, opening it to find a couple of messages from their shared group chat and some lone ones from Aleya, telling her to let her know when she gets home.

Clicking off the phone, she rests it face down next to her.

“Did he say anything.”

He shakes his head. “Not a peep. So can we relax now?”

She gives a displeased hum, but doesn’t say anymore regarding the topic after that.

“Where are your pants?”

He glances down at himself. “Oh, yeah—found all our shit outside and I threw the clothes into the washer downstairs.”

She nods.

“I got our shoes, too.” He nods over to their slides near the bedroom door.

“Thank you.”

“Mhm.” He comes to sit at the edge of the bed, sighing out. 

“Why didn’t you come get the sheets for the washer?”

“One … I ain’t even think that far,” he laughs, and she gives a small chuckle of her own. “And, two … I’on know, maybe we not … done, yet.” He barely shrugs, keeping his gaze forward. 

And Diamanté finds herself getting giddy. As she stares at him from behind, a tiny smile breaks through on her face. 

Her lack of a response makes him look back at her, scared that might’ve meant some form of a silent rejection.

But, when he sees that smile on those beautiful lips, he doesn’t have shit to worry about.

Whose idea was it to ride?

Hers? 

Or his?

Was he the one that suggested it and she went along with it?

Maybe it was the other way around?

Either way, his back rests against the wooden headboard, head angled up as he watches her hover over his lap.

A hand on his shoulder to balance herself, and the other holding his dick up.

“S’right there,” he whispers softly, a hand on her left thigh and rubbing circles into the smooth skin with his thumb. “You got it.”

Her eyes fall closed as she rubs his fat tip against her clit and drags it to her slick opening. 

She hopes to gather as much moisture as possible and to coax herself to relax. Her pussy weeps on his latex-covered head as she presses it in.

A soft cry falls from her as she pushes herself lower, his wide head splitting her open—just as she predicted.

His breath wavers as he’s plunged into her warmth.

“Fuck … so fuckin’ tight,” he whispers. His hand on her thigh grips harder.

“Mmh—I can’t. I can’t, I can’t,” she whines, face screwing up as her hips locks up, thighs burning and shaking.

“Just go slow,” he soothes. “Go slow, baby.”

His hand snakes up her thigh to hold her hip as his other takes ahold of his dick. Catching on, she places both of her hands on each of his shoulders and slowly lifts.

Only the tip of the condom is soaked, clinging to his skin tighter than the rest.

“Try again,” he tells her. 

This time, he’s the one to place himself at her entrance, but it’s at an angle. And when he pushes her back down, she glides with ease down what she’d already taken before.

That’s about when the easy part ends.

“Fuck, fuuck,” she trembles. 

Peering down between them, she’s got so much more left to take. And he only gets wider towards the base.

Ajani clenches his jaw, trying to keep his hips still. She’s got about three inches down, only a third of the way there.

Her pussy spasms around him, releasing small rivulets of moisture down his length.

“Fu—s-stop doing that.”

She doesn’t respond, only focused on trying to take him. A gentle push from him has her sinking down an inch further; almost halfway there.

“S’too big,” she cries, shaking her head. 

If he wasn’t so focused on not losing himself, he would have probably made a joke about that.

She lifts back up, leaving just the tip in. They feel like they can both breathe a little better. Pearlescent slick covers a little less than half of him, like he’d been dipped in vanilla glaze.

Fingers still pressing into his shoulders, Diamanté shifts on her knees before trying for a third time to take him. Still, she only makes it about as far as she’d gotten previously.

“This is taking too long,” she whines.

“I—shit … I might gotta way for you to do it.”

“Hurry.”

He releases himself to bring his hand between her legs.

“Wait—“

Once again, his thumb has found her clit. And he wastes no time rubbing and flicking. Her body ticks and her hips stutter.

“A-oh—“

As she clenches repeatedly around him, she gets another inch in. 

The nonstop attention to her clit has her body forgetting all about the thick length it’s split over, and focusing only on the pleasure she receives.

Her pussy keeps clenching and unclenching, and it gets sloppy—oozing all over his dick as it squeezes him.

“I … I think—“

Globs of thick, milky release seep out of her and down his length. As her pussy relaxes, her body slides with far more ease, pulling a moan out of her.

They’ve got just a handful of inches left, and Ajani believes it’s just enough for him to push the last few it.

So he does it.

And she damn near chokes out, spine straightening as a hand pushes at his chest.

“That’s it, you took it,” he whispers to her.

Her head falls to his shoulder as her body tries to adjust to being stretched so wide. 

And with every spasm of her walls, he can’t stop himself from twitching, setting off another chain of spasms.

She whines. The muscles in her thighs jump and her ass keeps clenching. Everything about her body is just so tight. 

And he needs to get her to loosen up before he releases into this condom.

“Relax,” he hushes her whimpers. “Just relax.”

He’s sure she can hear the strain in his voice. Nevertheless, he rakes his hands up and down her back, rubbing slowly.

“You good.”

Both have caress the expanse of her back, his touch only making her body react more. As his hands come back down, they reach all the way down to her ass. His fingers outstretch to cover the huge globes of fat.

She knows whatever’s she’s feeling won’t reside. He’s touching every spot in her. She’s sure he’s pressed right up against her cervix. And the curve in his dick definitely hits her G-spot dead on.

She can hardly breathe. The ache is so deep, she swears he’s in her stomach. 

There’s nowhere left for him to move. Pressed against her walls, she can feel the blood pumping throughout him even through the condom.

A harsh squeeze to her ass pulls a drawn out moan from her. She squeezes impossibly tighter.

“Shit, Dia’.” He squeezes his eyes shut as they almost roll back “Please, tell me I could move.”

He tries not to make the shivering in his arms so obvious, but he’s not sure how much longer he can withstand this.

“Please,” he swallows thickly. “Please.”

His heart beats wildly in his chest, she can feel it against hers.

“So f-fuckin’ deep,” he groans. “Gripping me … so tight,” his breath shudders.

He can barely keep his eyes open.

“Just wanna …”

His hips shift just a tiny bit, and they both can’t hold their moans.

“God—“ He hisses, feeling as though another wave of water just hit him. He’s drowning. He’s fucking drowning and he can’t save himself.

“Fuck—please.”

His hands push at her hips, barely dragging them. As the sensation has him bucking up into her.

She cries out, the sound only making him twitch.

“So good,” he licks his lips. 

Slowly, he rocks her against him, taking all the control, even as she whines out.

“Pussy so good … could die in this shit.”

“G-God—“ she claws at his back, but he doesn’t even feel it.

“Fuuuck, Mama” he drags out, using her body like a sleeve to fuck on.

She can only take it, feeling his dick abuse her G-spot and cervix. Hiccups wrack through her.

Ajani’s too gone to even stop. His head has fallen against the headboard, eyes rolled back as he’s balls deep in her.

He only presses her down impossibly harder, digging as deep as humanly possible.

She writhes in his lap, her stomach aching so good. Moans pour out of her. Her clit rubs nonstop over the dark curls at the base of his dick, giving her the perfect amount of friction paired with penetration.

They’re a creamy mess, her pussy sloshing and squishing around him. Together they churn thick, frothy white cream where their bodies meet.

“Hah … hhaah … auuh fuck,” he moans out, getting louder and louder. 

There’s no stopping himself. He’s completely gone off of her—pushing and pulling her faster and harder.

“Fuuck! FUUCK!”

“‘Ja—”

Her face clinches and she can’t even take a break as her pushes spews around the dick impaling her guts. 

Her squirt stream beats down on him, and yet it’s not enough to push the thick, heavy length out of her.

The repeated stimulation has her release lasting over a minute. His lap is covered in water, completely soaked, only making it easier for her to glide over him.

“Best pussy,” he pants, brain complete mush  as he continues.

She squeals out at the overstimulation.

“Best pussy … swear to God,” he cries out, voice scratching his throat. 

He doesn’t even realize that he’s cum into the condom, filling it up.

“‘Ja-ani,” she chokes out.

And finally, he begins to slow. The harsh spurts and gurgles her pussy makes are much more pronounced.

“Wanna … give so much,” he babbles, thoughtlessly. “Give you everything … all’a it.”

She thinks she just had another orgasm, she can’t even tell. But the slick, cream beneath her only grows in size.

The force he uses to push her lightens immensely until she’s no longer being moved. 

Her chest rises and falls as she gulps down air, him too. They’re immobile, but her cunt still clamps softly around him every now and then.

She swears his dick has made her go numb. Until she feels a twitch, and realizes—

“Y-you’re still hard?”

“Fuck,” he mumbles. “Y-you sure?”

She nods weakly, trying not to move a great deal. Her pussy feels swollen, pulsing around him—lips and all.

He taps her ass. “Up.”

Help is required as she slowly lifts off of him. The ache gets worse and she almost cries when he’s finally out.

He expected to see himself flop out of her, dick completely spent. But the sight of himself still painfully hard and standing at attention gets him.

Not only that, but the mess they’ve made; His lap is covered in her squirt and cream. Frothy white sheathes his entire length, all nine and a half inches completely drenched in her releases. He twitches.

She stares at it, almost unable to believe that was just in her.

“Fuck,” he sighs out, dragging a tired hand down his face.

Carefully, he gets out of bed to pad to the bathroom. She stares at the doorway, hearing him hiss and utter curses.

“D-did you finish?”

“I’on know!”

Diamanté sits, watching and waiting. She hopes he did. She doesn’t know how she’ll feel, knowing she couldn’t even make him finish. 

She knows it probably has nothing to do with her, but the fear is still there. She chews on her bottom lip.

“Fuck, I did!” he yells from the bathroom. “Yo, what the fuck!”

He doesn’t come back out until after a minute or two, cleaned off and condom-free. He holds himself down.

“We don’t gotta go again if you not feeling it. I feel like that was a lot for you, not tryna … wear you out.”

She only looks at his dick, noting how hard he is. “What about you?”

He kisses his teeth. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. Might just … go in the shower or something,” he points back to the bathroom.

He knows damn well beating his dick won’t do shit, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“Well …” she looks off to the side. “I don’t think I wanna stop.”

His brows raise. “You—you wanna go again?”

She nods.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” she says softly.

God, it’s her fault. This is all her fault. She’s the reason why he’s this hard. That sexy, deviant-ass energy she tries to hide.

“Okay,” he says, breathlessly.

It’s hard for his brain to make connections, but soon he’s at his luggage, rifling through it like he did the first time when he was looking for a condom.

It’s supposed to be quick. Two minutes—at most. But two minutes turn to three. Three becomes four, and four to six.

He’s getting antsy.

“The fuck…?”

“What?”

“I can’t … yo—I can’t find it!”

“Find what?” She shifts, trying to peak and see.

“A rubber!”

He continues to search but comes up empty-handed.

“Fuck, I think I’m outta condoms.” He sucks his teeth, throwing down the balled up shirt in hands. “Fuck.”

A tiny pout befalls her lips as she watches him.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Mama.” He makes his wake back over to the bed, sitting at the edge, his head in his hands. “Think that’s it for the night.”

She looks down at the mess between her thighs. The faint pulse in her pussy is still there, and she knows it’s not going away any time soon.

“We … we can do it.”

He picks his head up to peer back at her with furrowed brows.

“Just pull out … if you want to.” She tries to do a little shrug.

It was a measly attempt at trying to come off as some small idea she’d just thought up on the spot.

But she can’t lie to him. Not like this.

He’s known her for too long to know that she doesn’t make decisions without some ounce of heavy overthought. 

His eyes squint. “If I want to pull out or if I wanna fuck raw?” 

She shrugs, resting her chin on her knees as she hugs her legs.

“You need’a stop doing this to me.”

She smiles, noting the playful warning.

“You on anything?”

“The shot.”

And that was all he needed to know.

He’s got her on her back, legs pulled up to her chest, the view of her ‘5☆’ tattoo between her thick ass thighs. 

Five star for sure.

Jewelry dangles from her ankles. And her pointed, square-acrylic toes curl cutely above her pussy. 

The shiny lips are puffy from the beating his dick gave her. And her clit is almost engorged.

She’s the perfect picture, staring up at him and spread open. If she wanted him to, he would put every part of her body in his mouth.

But that’s for another time.

He positions his tip at her entrance and immediately her pussy kisses his tip, her insides playing peek-a-boo with him. His braids hang in his face, too far away for her to pull on.

“Fat ma’ missed me?”

She whines softly, her toes curling up some.

Leaning down, he’s got one hand at the beside her head. “Yeah … I know she did.”

He drops his dick in her, driving the heavy weight through her tight warmth. Her mouth pulls open, eyes closing as she lets out a moan.

“Know she did,” he says through gritted teeth. “Look how she’s fucking taking me.”

Her cunt is stretched wide open, pulled around his girth. And watching it from this angle only makes him want to ruin her pussy further.

A harsh whimper and a hand pressed to his lower stomach stops him.

“Y-you’re on my spot,” her voice shakes.

He’s just a little more than halfway, and he’s still got more dick to give. Much more stretch, too.

“You could take it.”

The hand on his stomach retreats to hover over her pussy.

“O-oh God—”

He pulls out by just an inch before bullying his dick all the way in. 

She babbles out sounds that he can’t quite piece together. And he’s not sure what’s got her feeling so different this time, when he peers down and sees the faint outline of himself in her stomach.

“Awe shit,” he laughs. 

He delivers shallow strokes that make her writhe beneath him, just to see himself move inside of her.

Her mewls are so cute, and he loves hearing her react.

“I’m in your stomach?”

She nods, face clenched tight.

“Yeah?”

Just as she’s about to nod, she freezes as his strokes hit deeper and harder.

“Fuck … all in it … fuckin’ you so deep,” he mumbles, eyes right on her stomach.

Her body trembles. Every inch he pushes in, globs of honey spurt out as she creams around him.

“Pussy s-so good t’me—fuck.”

His dick twitches and he has to stop himself from releasing. She’s so much wetter, allowing him to glide with a bit more ease.

“Creamin’ all on my shit.”

His hands move to grip underneath her knees and push them all the way back to her ears.

A sharp squeal pushes out of her lungs as he slams all 9 1/2 inches in and out of her. Over and over, never letting up.

Her cream splashes back on him, making his lower half filthy. Every thrust has his heavy balls smacking against her ass.

“Fuuuck,” he groans, eyes rolling back. He buries his head in her neck, rolling his hips into her.

Her pussy bubbles and froths around him, being gagged by his dick. The smack of their bodies colliding is music to his ears, paired with her moans, only spurring him on more.

“So good … so good. Wanna give it t’you. Gi’ you everything … my f-fuckin’ kids—“

She hiccups, arms shivering as they’re thrown over his shoulders.

He presses sloppy, open-mouth kisses to her neck. The feeling makes her shudder.

“Lemme—“ he swallows. “Cum in this pussy.”

She whimpers. “Mm-yours!”

“S’mine?”

She cries out what is her best attempt at shouting ‘yes!’

“This pussy all mine, Mama?”

She nods eagerly. “Y-yes!”

Ajani releases one of her knees and pulls up enough just to grab her in the space between her jaw and neck. 

He drops a kiss on her lips, sucking on her bottom lip. His hand tightens around her neck as he plunges his tongue in her mouth.

He moves at a languid pace, dragging out each and every stroke. His hips press all the way in stopping only to move in circles against her.

Her lips slacken in the kiss and he’s in full control as she’s momentarily paralyzed by his dick, mixing her guts.

When he comes up for air, pulling out of her, too, he marvels at the sight between them. Solid white strings of her cum create webs connecting them. The farther he pulls away, the gooey ropes sink as they’re weighed down by gravity.

His dick and balls are covered in his frothy cream once again. But as he looks at her clenching pussy, it forces out thick globs of the matching substance onto the sheets. 

Staring at Diamanté feels like sucking on a honey pack, because he just can’t stop. He’s so hard for her.

Dick twitching, he grabs himself, running a tight fist along his length at he stares at her. He really only meant to do a couple of pulls. But as he stares at her, almost passed out, pussy gaping and weeping for him, he can’t seem to stop.

His hand just keeps going, and going, and going and—

“Fuuuck … aah … shit,” he hisses, shooting out thick ropes of cum right on her clit. 

It drips, mixing with her release. Some even dips in the cavern of her pussy, swallowed by the rhythmic contractions her body makes.

And he almost wishes that was the end of it, because it’s beginning to get ridiculous. But his dick barely softens in his hand.

“What the fuck,” he whispers, staring down at himself.

“You didn’t … cum inside.”

He looks up, seeing her low eyes staring back at him. She’s got a lazy hand between her legs, fingers caressing her sloppy pussy and mixing their cum together.

She pushes three fingers in, reaching quite far. He watches with curiosity, waiting for something—he doesn’t know what—to happen.

Then she plunges her fingers in yet again and a loud, wet pffft escapes from her pussy. A moan follows after. And finally, a new bout of cream pours from around her fingers.

And she just keeps going, whimpering like a wounded animal as she digs into her G-spot.

How he’s able to get any harder is beyond him. But he’s got to do something about this.

Grabbing her wrist softly, he pulls her fingers out. She whines, desperate to be filled.

“I’ma get you … relax.”

In just one night, she’s been reduced to a moaning mess, unable to even form full sentences.

He flips her on her stomach, bringing her hips up, her knees buried into the mattress.

Her ass is heavenly from this view. Spread hips and cheeks plump and bubbly. All of her stretch mark and cellulite has him wanting to cop a feel.

So he does. His hands spread over one cheek, rubbing circles into it. Only to lift a hand and drop it back down with a heavy smack.

She cries out, back arching. That’s all he wanted—bracing either sides of her waist with his hands, he presses most of his body weight down onto her, deepening her arch.

Keeping one hand in the middle of her back, he uses the other to line himself up with her. Then, he pushes in.

“Augh—shiiiiit!” She moans, pussy spasming.

He returns his other hand to her back as he drops his dick into her stomach.

The most pathetic sounds come out of her as she reaches back to push at his stomach. That doesn’t last long, as he’s grabbing her arms and twisting them behind her back.

“Want me to pull out?”

Her back expands and shrinks with every deep breath. But he hasn’t seen her nod her head yes (even as it’s buried in the sheets).

“Hm?”

She groans deeply into the comforter. Her pussy clenched tightly around him.

“That’s a ‘yes’?” He begins to pull out.

“No,” she sobs.

He smirks, before shoving back in. His thrusts keeps her quiet as he beats her walls down. Her body jerks harshly against the sheets, ass clapping back against him.

The recoil has him in a trance. And he’s losing his fucking mind over it. 

“Pussy huggin’ me … she don’t want me t-to leave.”

Hips make heavy smacks against cheeks, piercing their ears.

“Oh God … o-oh—GOD—“ Her stomach aches as her pussy convulses around him.

“Gonna put a baby in this shit … swear to God,” he moans, gripping her waist tight.

He props one leg up, foot to the mattress, to get more leverage. His braids dangle over his eyes, but that doesn’t stop him from digging in her shit. Almost like he’s angry.

“Been wanting you … s-so long,” he grunts.

With one last stroke, he punches his hips into her and keeps them pressed to her ass.

“Never wanna leave this shit … just wanna—stay in it.”

Labored breaths leave him as he bucks his hips into her, never pulling out. 

He stills, allowing either of them to really feel each other. Where they’re conjoined, cum drips from them onto the sheets below. It’s a sopping puddle.

Her legs are trembling so much, he almost laughs. Instead, he licks his lips. His hands move on their own accord, rubbing and spreading her cheeks.

Her little, puckered hole winks at him, untouched.

So he spits on it, loving the way her she twitches. He rubs his spit into the hole, threatening to push the tip of his thumb in.

“Please,” she whimpers. “C-can’t take it…”

“No thumb?”

She shakes her head into the sheets. He delivers another blow to her ass, making her whine out. 

“Aight, then. Ride yo dick.”

She whimpers, but he doesn’t accept that.

“C’mon. You a big girl, D’.”

His hands leave her body.

“Work for this nut.”

Her arms are sore, however, she braces herself by gripping onto the sheets. The muscles in her legs burn so bad, it’s a struggle to move her hips.

But she starts off slow, fucking him back. It doesn’t take her long to gain a good pace. 

Ajani feels a sadistic pleasure watching her fucking herself on his dick. The typical shy Diamanté, throwing it back on him.

“That’s right … work for it.”

Her quiet mewls dissolve into wails and sobs. The claps of her ass get harder and rougher. She’s squeezing him like a vice, pussy splishing around his dick.

“Fuck! S-so good,” she weeps. 

“It’s good?”

“Yyess!” She gasps for air as if her lungs are getting crushed. “Love this dick!”

“You love it, huh?” he laughs, breathlessly.

“M-mhm!”

“It’s yours.”

He grabs a hip, taking over once more.

“It’s yours baby.”

Leaning all his body weight on her, he pushes her deep into the mattress. A hand wraps around her neck as he delivers deep and hard strokes to her cervix.

“Take it,” he grunts in her ear. “Take this dick, baby.”

Tears streak her face as she claws at the sheets. He’s so deep, refusing to pull out even an inch as he keeps rolling into her. The whites of her eyes are all that’s visible.

His hips stutter and his balls tighten. “Fuck, ‘m ‘bout to cum,” his voice wavers.

The admitted words make her moan.

“Wanna finish in it—“

She clamps down on him tight, never wanting him to pull out. His breaths fan out against her neck, each out growing heavier than the last. As they reach the home stretch his hips slow, dragging out every thrust.

Every time he pushes in, her pussy talks back, weeping for him. It goes: Pfft … pfft … pfft. 

“A-auh fuuck—“

Ribbons of cum fill her tightness, painting her walls white. And the feeling is enough to trigger her release. 

Diamanté shakes beneath him as she erupts around his dick.

Even as she’s stuffed, filled to the brim, their cum it leaks out in thick lumps. He twitches, buried within her, still cumming.

“Shit, Dia’,” he groans into her neck, swirling his hips to ride out his orgasm.

She shivers, weakened by everything. 

“So good…”

Neither of them can tell how long their orgasms last. But they both know that they’re floating on Cloud-Nine. And after everything, it would be too easy to fall asleep right here, just like this. 

That’s exactly what they do.