#sweet gum tree

[alcnfr]

While back on the woodlot, I noticed it seems the Gray Squirrels are clipping the male flowers from the Sweet Gum trees (Liquidambar styraciflua)... They may be as fed up as I am with these record levels of pollen we have had for a few days now...

[chasingrainbowsforever]

Winter Landscape

[texasthrillbilly]

Witch egg?

[swede1952]

Where's birdo?

This sweet gum tree is already budding with big yellow buds. Who is hiding in the tree?

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Monday 20 November 2023

This planting of Liquidambar styraciflua (sweet gum, American sweet gum, satin walnut) made a great addition to this car park. This deciduous tree has maple-like leaves but these grow alternately on the twigs rather than the opposite placement of Acer species (maple).

Jill Raggett

[buffetlicious]

It emits an amber-hued glow through the light and in Chinese, it is known by the most lyrical moniker – some call it “the tears of peach blossom”. Its nutritional content is as rich as its appearance. It is Peach Gum (桃胶), surfacing on diners’ radar in recent years for the large amount of collagen it contains. Peach gum is the resin from peach and Chinese wild peach trees, already solidified when it is found. As detailed in classical Chinese medical literature, its curative qualities include solving urinal infections, thirst-quenching and relieving stress.

Not only used frequently by doctors of Traditional Chinese Medicine, peach gum is also a natural and healthy food rich in amino acid, which allows collagen to be quickly absorbed into the human body. This makes many people fall in love with it, and many recipes featuring peach gum has been devised since then. From soups, cooked dishes to desserts like this home-cooked Peach Gum & White Fungus Sweet Soup, the gemstone-lookalike is a delight to both our palate and skin.

Top two images and info from here.

[crudlynaturephotos]

[yowalmitztli]

[teenage--dirtbag]

hi guys!!! i figured id create one big post with alllll the ana stuff that's been helpful for me!!

#1- dollar tree stuff for my broke girlies

- instant coffee

- sf powerade

- sf jello(my dollar tree has the pre-made packs and the powder!!)

- sf gum(mint is my fav)

- sf candy(eat in moderation, i love the sf hard caramels bcuz they're 9 cal each and satisfy my sweet cravings!!!)

- off brand AND on brand diet coke!!

#2- what to do after a binge

- sip, dont chug, some water

- leave the kitchen/wherever ur eating

- go on a walk or do some other exercise- i like going on walks outside bcuz it helps burn off the cals AND it gets me away from food

- try not to purge- it does more damage in the long run!!

- don't try to over-restrict the next day to make up for it; you'll probably just binge again!

#3- tips on how not to binge

- eat slowly. chew your food at least thirty times before swallowing. this helps you feel full faster!!

- it's better to eat one oreo than a whole pack. try eating a tiny bit of what you're craving, chew really slowly, and account for that in ur daily cals!!

- if you find yourself binging, you may have to increase your cal limit- an extra hundred calories a day is better than regularly binging

- have!!! meta!!! days!!!

#4- my fav low cal foods

- rice cakes(a classic for a reason!!)

- canned tuna- 100 cals seems like a lot but for 27g of protein it's worth it

- cucumbers

- watermelon

- unsweetened almond milk

- sf jello(only 5cal a cup!!)

- coffee with sf syrup

#5- 📌terest key words

- 4n meal

- 4n4 aesthetic

- meals restriction

- super skinny

- 4n motivation

- meal restrict

#6- what to do instead of eating

- watch/read triggering stuff(to the bone, girl interrupted, supersize vs super skinny, wintergirls)

- paint your nails/do your makeup

- go on a walk

- drink some coffee/smoke a ciggie

- start learning a new hobby- learning something like crochet or painting keeps your hands and your mind busy

- clean your room/rearrange your furniture/do some chores- the gross ones are bound to kill your appetite

i'll update as i find more and tell me if i missed anything!!

[apoemaday]

The Conditional

by Ada Limón

Say tomorrow doesn’t come. Say the moon becomes an icy pit. Say the sweet-gum tree is petrified. Say the sun’s a foul black tire fire. Say the owl’s eyes are pinpricks. Say the raccoon’s a hot tar stain. Say the shirt’s plastic ditch-litter. Say the kitchen’s a cow’s corpse. Say we never get to see it: bright future, stuck like a bum star, never coming close, never dazzling. Say we never meet her. Never him. Say we spend our last moments staring at each other, hands knotted together, clutching the dog, watching the sky burn. Say, It doesn’t matter. Say, That would be enough. Say you’d still want this: us alive, right here, feeling lucky.

[artdcnaldson]

ugh "leverage" to ensure she won't go tattling to patrick. especially as he starts getting meaner and meaner, he tells her it's to make sure she doesn't back out and tell on him. because patrick would genuinely kill art if he knew what he's been doing to his baby sister.

i know it doesn't really fit in the canon of the other parts to this au, but hear me out anyway... what if he agreed to fuck her, properly this time, in her sweet little pussy. BUT he needs said leverage to make sure she keeps quiet about it (truly he just needs to immortalize taking her virginity so he can watch it back for the rest of his life). so he "agrees", he's the one to bring it up lol, on the condition that he can record it. y'know like really shitty, amateur, pov style, on her creaky dorm bed and pink, frilly sheets. shaky and grainy, but it's good enough for him. it's not like he would ever actually post it anywhere or show people, but she doesn't know that.

he gets off on how nervous she is when he points the camera at her, she's blushing and trying to hide her face. but he just slaps her cheek and manhandles her to look right down the lens of his shitty phone camera. tells her to moan louder around his big cock, tell the camera how good he feels, really just stroking his own ego. makes her tell the camera exactly how he's making her feel, can't cum unless she asks into the camera. he nearly cums right inside her when she tells him he's too big and it hurts :(((((

yummy yummy yummy

-🐞

OHHHHHHH <3 I had to let this simmer. This had to ruminate. Had to really let it sit and grow legs or whatever wine people say idk

RATING: E (18+)

Warnings: SMUT (p in v, degradation, making a sex tape, loss of virginity, world’s worst aftercare), mean!art as always, uncomfortable power dynamics, DUBCON due to coercion

He catches you leaving one of your classes, chatting happily with a few girls as you walk. Their eyes widen as he approaches, smacking his gum, looming tall over them. You murmur a quick apology and bound over like an obedient little pet, falling into stride beside him as he walks.

“What class is that?” He asks, nodding back towards the building. Most of the time he forgot you even attended the school beyond cheering at his games and floating around his dormitory like a ghost.

“Peoples and cultures,” you reply, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s an anthropology course I’m taking. It’s actually really interesting, like, these past few lectures have been—“

“What are you doing tonight?” He interrupts, not really caring beyond the simple answer to his question. He has a one track mind, and for the moment he’s just thinking about getting in your pants.

He watches you think, then shrug. “Um… nothing, I guess? Why?”

Art stops by a tree suddenly, tugs you by your wrist to stop with him. “Do you promise if we fuck you won’t tell Patrick?” He watches as your eyes widen, as sheer need and excitement makes you practically vibrate out of your skin.

Frantically you nod. “I’d never tell Patrick, I’d take it to my grave, I swear,” you say, totally earnest, bouncing on the balls of your feet as he looks at you.

“God, I want you so bad,” he hums, brushing your hair back behind your ear. You melt beneath his touch, gaze all half-lidded and soft. “I just… I think I’d have to have some leverage, just to make sure no one ever finds out.”

You tilt your face, resting it on his hand, your eyes half-lidded and dazed with need. You hum a soft, “Mhmm,” without even knowing what he’s implying, what he’s asking of you. But he hears what you’re thinking, all dumbed down and needy— yes, Art, whatever you say Art, anything you want, Art.

He wants to do it in your room, that night. He walks you back to your dorm and tells you to get your roommate out, make sure she’s busy for however long you need. He’d text you when he’s on his way.

So you’re just… fucking vibrating with excitement, cleaning up your dorm, changing your sheets, fluffing your pillows. You light three warm vanilla sugar candles so the dorm smells nice and sweet, put on your roommate’s SEXXXMIXXX <3 CD that she had burned in High School (and kept your fingers crossed it was still relevant). You took the longest fucking shower of all time, scrubbed your skin until it stung, shaved you’re entire body, wondered if maybe he wouldn’t like bald pussy, then worried that he’d hate if you kept the hair even more. Moisturized, then put on pretty, light makeup— lipgloss, mascara. All in the span of time it took for him to text you.

Art :) <3

omw

You feel a little dizzy by the time he’s at your door, already wet just anticipating what you were about to do. He grins down at you, at your silky little pajama set, pink and lacy around the edges. Smacks his gum, trails his hand along the sides of your waist.

“Pretty.” He looks smug as he rubs the lace between his fingers. “You got all dressed up for me, huh?”

It’s amazing how timid and shy you can look as you stand in front of him, biting onto your lip as you nod. He shuts the door behind him and guides you backwards until you knock against your bed and laugh nervously. Jesus, he’d already fucked your ass, your throat, he’d done things to you that even the dirtiest fucking sluts on campus wouldn’t dream of allowing. But you’re all shy because he’s finally going to fuck you properly?

You gasp as he tugs down the neckline of your top, exposing your tits to the cool air of the dorm. So cute, soft. Your nipples already hard and sensitive, so just the lightest pinch makes you let out a pretty moan.

“Remember what I said about leverage?” Art says, and you nod slowly, dreamily. “I want to film it.”

Your eyes widen slightly, as you think back to the pictures he’d taken of you just a few weeks prior. “And you’d… what? Like post it if Pat finds out?”

“No, no, only if you tell,” he corrects. Even then… he doubted he’d actually ever post it anywhere. He had a tennis career to consider, after all. But the important thing was that you believe he will. “It’s just to make sure this stays our secret.”

You swallow, consider it. You didn’t plan on telling Patrick, so it was fine, right? He’d hate Art, and you didn’t want that. You would never want that, no matter what.

So you nod softly. “Okay,” you say finally. “I’d… yeah, I understand. Okay.”

God, you’re easy. So fucking easy it makes him a little sick to think about. What if he wasn’t Patrick’s friend, if he was some frat house asshole who would take advantage of how bad you wanted him? You’re so lucky he’s a good person.

He uses your own fucking digital camera— pink and decorated with little heart stickers. Turns it on and records you as you slip off your sweet silky pajamas, revealing soft, smooth skin beneath. You’re so shaky, so nervous. You can’t even look into the lens.

“No panties?” He asks, lips quirked into a grin. He steps forward to slip his hand between your thighs, to cup your pussy in one big hand. God, you’re so fucking wet, just like you usually are. He could just slide right in without any resistance, just bury himself right inside that tight little pussy. “Jesus, you’re a fucking mess, just dripping for it, aren’t you?”

You moan, relishing in the feeling of his hands on you. Art never touched you, not to get you off, at least. So the feeling of his thick calloused fingers against your cunt makes you whine. He breaches your entrance with just a fingertip and grins at the feeling of you clenching around the intrusion, desperate for anything he’ll give you.

But the relief is gone as soon as you’ve gotten it. He pats your thigh, nods to the bed. “Go lay down. Let me film you stretching yourself out for me.”

“Art,” you whine once you’ve laid down, embarrassed as he trains the lens on you. “Do you have to film this part?”

It just makes him double down, grinning smugly as he settles at the foot of the bed. “C’mon, just fucking do it. Show the camera how fucking wet you get for me.” You hear the whir of him zooming in as your hand slips between your thighs, as lithe fingers slide through your soaking wet folds and you tease your clit. He groans softly, grinning at the sight on the camera. “Alright, spread yourself out now. Show me how small and tight you are.”

You whimper pathetically, but obey. Your fingers form a V as you spread your lips, revealing the pretty, drippy hole of your cunt. He doesn’t even have to tell you to start fucking yourself, you just do. Pretty, manicured fingers disappearing inside the tight channel of your pussy, slow and easy as you pant and gasp sweetly.

“Can you do three?” He asks. He zooms the camera out, makes sure he gets all of you— your tits heaving with each breath, the slow grind of your hips to meet your fingers. You nod softly, press a third finger alongside the other two. He grins at the sight of the stretch of your cunt around them, how your body works to accommodate them. “God, it’s a tight stretch, huh?”

“Mhmm.” You moan as you pump your fingers slow, in and out. Wet to the point of it sounding obscene. Slick dripping out with each thrust, making your fingers glisten.

He can hardly take sitting there and watching, but god, he’d love it later on when he was alone with only the video to keep him company. But who knows? Maybe he’d fuck you once and never want anyone else. He already felt that way… kind of. You were so eager, so obsessed with him. You touched him like it was an act of worship. He couldn’t get that from easy pussy.

He sets the camera down on the foot of the bed while he undresses, tugging off his sweats and tee shirt, mussing up his hair in the process. It’s not lost on him, the way your fingers speed up at the sight of his cock, how needy and desperate you are.

“How bad do you want it?” He asks as he picks up the camera.

God, he’s mean. You whine when he grabs your wrist and makes you slip your fingers from inside of your cunt. Empty, needy, desperate. “Please, fuck me, Art.” You’re embarrassed, of course you are. He has a camera focused on your needy little expression, one hand on your thigh all warm and possessive. “Please, I’ve been so good for you. I’ve done everything you’ve asked. I just need you, I need you inside of me. Want you to be my first. Please, Art.”

He’s not sure where he wants the camera as he notches the head of his cock at your wet little hole. Part of him wants to film the second he buries his cock inside of that tight fucking cunt, but the other wants to film your face, watch how pretty you look as you take your very first cock.

And god, you’re trembling beneath him. Visibly shaking with anticipation, or nerves, or need. He runs a hand along your torso, cups one of your tits in his hands and thumbs over your sensitive nipple. “What, are you cold?” He teases.

“N-no,” you stammer, meeting his gaze. “Just— I just want it so bad.”

He films your face, which was the right call, he decides. He has to think about it technically, or he’ll risk blowing his load one pump in, like a total fucking loser. You’re so tight around him, clamping down on his cock as he sheaths himself within you, inch after inch. And god, that angelic face of yours— mouth agape, wet and pink and pretty, the tiniest furrow between your brows, lashes splayed against your cheeks as you moan, soft and sweet. “Hurts,” you practically whimper. “God, Art, fuck, it feels—“

He films where your cunt swallows him, stretched to the point of obscenity around his thick cock. It shouldn’t even be able to take him, not when you’re so small, so fucking tight. It’s a fucking miracle you’d even taken a toy before. He’d make you film that next. All desperate, fucking yourself on silicon while you drooled over a picture of him. It was sweet that you’d been trying to prepare yourself to take him and you were still a shaking, needy mess.

Tears well in your eyes as he thumbs at your swollen little clit, he feels your pussy clench around him, already so fucking keyed up. He should be good. He should make love to you, nice and slow, like a good boy. He’s starting to think he’s not a good boy, not at all. “Just lay there and take it, yeah? Just look nice and pretty for the camera.”

You cry out when he pulls back only to drive back in, hard and deep. His pace is relentless as he fucks into your cunt— warm and wet and tight and fucking perfect. He honestly shouldn’t have waited, he should’ve fucked you the first night you offered yourself up to him— sweet and needy and clinging off his shoulder like you were his girlfriend.

“A-Art, fuck—“ You cry out, fisting your pretty hands into the frilly duvet, as he bullies himself into you. “Oh, god, fuck, A-Art, it’s too much— I-I can’t—“ A strangled moan seems to rip itself from your throat as your head falls back against the pillows.

He grins. “Yeah? Don’t tell me, honey, tell the camera.”

You whine, turning your head away as embarrassment rips through you. It’s mean, keeping it trained on you while you’re so fucking vulnerable. He grabs your chin, holds it in place as he fucks into you, deeper, rougher. It punches out gasps from your pretty open mouth— Ah! Ah! Ah! Over and over and over.

He pops your cheek, not too hard, but enough to draw your attention back from him and away from your dizzying thoughts. “Tell the camera how good it feels to have my big cock in that little pussy of yours, yeah?

“It feels— ngh— I love it,” you have pretty fat tears slipping down your cheeks as he drills into you. “You’re so big, I— God, fuck— I feel you in my stomach. Here—“ You grab his hand, move it to press against the bottom of your stomach. He can’t feel anything, not except warm skin beneath his, but he groans at your words, at the implication that he’s so deep he’s in your fucking guts.

He has to bite his tongue so hard he tastes blood. He knows he’s going to cum, knows that he’s not going to last or show off epic, manly stamina and impress you. Not that you give a shit, but he wants to set a standard for whatever fucking loser you fuck next. He’d have next time, and as many other times as he wanted. You’d keep coming back for it, for him.

He struggles to manhandle you the way he needs while holding onto the camera. He tosses it into the sheets so he can press your knees up to your chest. “Hold them— yeah, that’s it, fuck— feels good.” You’re so obedient, holding your legs up for him so he can get deeper. Your eyes roll back, flutter shut. He fumbles to grab the camera, to immortalize you like this.

Your cunt squeezes around him, makes his rhythm falter as he struggles to fend off his orgasm. God, he just wants to bury himself deep and rut into you, to cum deep and hard, leave you dripping with him. It’s about him… but it’s about you too. He’d be good, he’d make you cum.

“Tell me how bad you need to cum. Fucking beg me for it,” He groans, rubbing at your clit with a calloused thumb.

You whine, squeezing around his cock as he draws you closer and closer. “Need it, Art. It feels so good— you’re so fucking perfect, feel so perfect inside of me. Wanna cum for you, around your cock, wanna show you how good you feel. Please, please, god, I want it, I want to feel it, Art. Want you to cum inside of me, need it so bad— I fucking dream about it, about you. You’re so much better, you’re everything I want, Art, fucking claim me. I want you to.”

Art wanted to pull out. He did. He was going to glaze your pussy with his cum, get it on video, swipe his fingers through it and make you taste it. But Jesus Christ, you fucking ruined that idea. He cums suddenly, practically collapses on top of you as he fucks into your cunt, spilling himself deep inside of you. And like the perfect fucking toy you are, you cum too, milking him for all he’s worth, walls clenching down around his cock as he lazily ruts into you.

He pants, stays buried inside of you as he tries to catch his breath. He’d never cum inside someone before— he was too afraid of knocking someone up. He’d always had the self control to pull out, but he lost himself in fucking you, in the tight grip of your pussy around him. Christ, that was bad.

When he pulls out, a thick gush of his cum follows, pearly white, dripping down your ass and to the bed. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens them, you’ve tugged a blanket over yourself shyly. Looking so demure, so sweet, batting your lashes up at him expectantly.

The camera lays dropped and forgotten on the bed, he goes and presses the stop button on the camera and you grab at his arm. “Do you want to stay the night?” You ask with a shy bite of your lip. “I told Izzy to fuck off, so she’s with her girlfriend. We’ve got the dorm for the night, so you can stay.”

Art makes a face akin to annoyance as he redresses, tugging on his boxers and sweats. His shirt is somewhere… he can’t focus. “I’m not your boyfriend.”

Your eyes widen, you swallow as heat floods your cheeks. “Yeah, I mean, I know,” you stammer. “I just thought…”

His jaw ticks. “Don’t do that, then. This is just about fucking.

Art watches the sad little nod, the tiniest twitch of your nose as you fight the rush of tears to your eyes. “I know that, Art,” you say sadly, and you’re trembling again. “I just wish you’d stay for a bit. I’m… I feel a lot right now. I’ve never… I’ve never felt this before I just want—“

“What do you want? A hug, a kiss?” He watches you sniffle sadly, nod and mutter a watery, yeah. He sighs, stops searching for his shirt, and pulls you against his chest. You feel so warm, so vulnerable as you shake and cry hot tears against his chest. He frowns, pulls back, and presses his lips to yours, quick and chaste. “I’m not doing this again if you keep acting like this.”

You sniffle and nod. “Okay, I know, I won’t do it again.” He kisses the crown of your head. Grabs a random shirt from the top of your laundry basket, grabs the camera, and heads for the door. You watch him leave with a pouty, wobbly little frown and get up to redress. You find his Stanford Tennis shirt partly beneath your bed and pull it on. It’s big, fits you like a hug, smells so boyish and warm. You lay back down on the bed he just fucked you on and breathe deep, let his smell flood your senses. It feels a little like being wanted.

AURRRRR this was so much longer than I thot <3

Anyways. Love pat’s sister au, feel free to send me any asks you want about these messy bitches <3

🐞 anon i love u

[rosemarylemonade]

[monarchberrysblog]

ORAL FIXATION !!

₊˚ʚ 💉 ₊˚✧ﾟ. sweet tooth . 🦷🍨

☆ miguel o’hara x fem! reader ☆

☆ summary: a simple consult with the oral hygienist.

☆ content warning: cunnilingus, oral fixation, throat fucking, throat bulge (not mentioned but implied), choking, cum (lots, lots of cum), semi-voyeuristic behavior, latex glove kink (?), light degradation, and hair pulling.

☆ word count: 837 words

☆ author’s notes: yeah… I went to the dentist. my sick and twisted brain got to work after the consultation.

"Good girl."

".!"

Sticky as tree sap outside the bumpy bark, your saliva dripped down to the exam room's smooth grey wooden floors. A thin coating of precum and spit glistened from your chin down to your chest. A satisfied hum from the back of your throat resonates a low, lively vibration near the back of your tongue. Your knees ached from the textured wooden floor while your hands grasped his seat's sides, nails digging into the cushion.

Red knees and indented skin showed your shame. It created a sight of illusion. You only came in for a consultation, but the drool and precum in between your cleavage said otherwise. The red wine color tint on your lips contrasted your white teeth, but the color clashed so well with Miguel’s mauve tip.

"You said your jaw was hurting? Doesn't look like it now." He gently thrusts a bit of his length into your mouth, earning a gurgle-like moan.

"Shhh, I'll make it fit." Your eyes widen to the size of charger plates used during dinner time at an Olive Garden.

The bulging, misty look greets Miguel, but within your pupils, with a mere glance, anyone could have missed it.

The space is dominantly characterized by a wavering implication of ardor, which shows the intoxication behind the smudged pencil eyeliner and dilated eyes. Miguel’s gloved fingers weave into your hair, securing a hold at the back of your head. The lilac latex in his hands immediately clings to the rubber, creating more uncomfortable hair tugs. Some tugs were enough to catch a breather without his dick in your mouth.

The sight of precum decorating your lips like lipgloss churned. Then, an idea came to him, unwarranted.

The palm of his hand cups your chin, his fingers and thumb digging into the plush of your cheeks. "Open up." His words were vile, like a plague, but enticing to pursue immodest actions.

Through the grasps between his fingers and thumb, you nod, his cock near your cum-covered lips. He wears a dern expression when he sees you nod as he removes his hand from your hair and works his belt out of the belt loops of his pants instead. You open up barely enough to let the mushroom-like tip in between your lips and teeth, grazing the sensitive, taut skin. "A little more, querida."

The angry aching around your wisdom teeth knawed, a blade twisting deep into your gums, the blade's tip twirling at your nerves like cooked noodles gathered around a fork. While attempting to open, he thrusts his hips, his length choking you.

His happy trail tickles the tip of your nose, his fingers immediately weaving into your hair and keeping you there. He slowly pulls out but pulls you away from his happy trail, enough to give you more air to breathe. But the sensation of his now irritated tip found its way back in. "Let me know when you can't breathe." The muffled, wet gurgles filled the room.

The gentle humping against your throat overstimulated, but feeling lathered against the back of your throat was enough implication of what was going to happen. Miguel thrusts himself back in and doesn't allow any room for you to back down.

"Take it, sweetie." He urges, but the subtle drip of his precum landing on the floor with a 'plop' finally pushes the limit. You gurgle your words, but his length makes them inaudible. The words merge into vibrations and gnaw at the sensitive tip.

Despite him being in an uncomfortable position, his hands grasp your throat and gently squeeze your throat.

The soft thrusts evolved into harsher ones, and your nose got tickled by the sensation of his pubic hair tickling you. His fingers probed at your throat, his latex fingers feeling around until he seized and squeezed firmly. You gurgled and could feel your gag reflexes kick in. The mere panic in your eyes with your tears created a titillating sight.

Your hand continued to pat his thigh, an indirect beg for him to go easy on you.

But it only encouraged him to push down more, feeding you more nearly. "Stop it." He snaps, his hand grasping onto your wrist and pinning your hand down on the chair. "You can handle it."

"Stop squirming..." He groans and pushes himself, enough to feel the back of your throat. The soft thrusts evolved into rapid ones, feeling the mushroom-like tip bullying its way down, begging to be enveloped by your throat's warm, velvety walls.

The harsh, precise motions became sloppy, spit leaving puddles on the floor, his boxers, and chair. His low groans grew more audible, but he kept his mouth shut. He lets go of your throat and hair and seizes his movements. The warm fluid coats your aching throat, allowing it to work as aloe vera against irritated skin. The sensation overflowed, leaking out of your mouth. He pulls out his softening dick and cups your chin gently. His thumb wiped away your spit and his cum. "Doesn't seem like anything is hurting anymore."

Tag List: @cherrysxuya @awkward-platypus @pheebslu @bbb1rd

[trashmouth-richie]

➶ pt 1 1/2: DULEX (the gnat) a mid/prequel || emperor geta x reader

➶ 18+ smut 🥀 this takes place somewhere after reader meets caracalla and geta the first night she comes to Palatine Hill and where part one ended.

➶pt i: dulci ut rosa {sweet as a rose🥀 } pt ii: vitiosus + deliciosus

pt iii: frangere me

Licking up the hot spend that threatened to spill from your lips, you looked up at your Emperor. Your knees had gotten used to the stone floor, the sand no longer bothering you as it cut through your skin. Geta’s groans were low and guttural, every time. They never swayed, and neither did you as he pumped your mouth full every night. 

His chin was tilted upward giving you a clear view of his thick neck. It resembled a tree trunk, a knob in the center where it bobbed with satisfaction, veining with cords that would tighten when he denied himself the pleasure of release. Some nights were longer than others, but they all started and ended the same way. 

You told him every detail of what Caracalla had said during your evenings with him. Even the minute details of what he nibbled on during the vesperna, which was mostly fish, sucking the bones between his teeth and then using it as a tool to dig out the tender flesh between his gums. 

Geta sometimes laughed at the things you told him. Other times he was angry, brooding beneath that glorious wave of honeypot curls. 

Tonight, he didn’t ask for the secrets immediately on his arrival. Gets simply looked you over from head to toe, and when his eyes finished their feast he turned, cocking his head for you to follow him. 

He walked with hands behind his back as he strolled an inch ahead of you, so close that if your hands and his were loose, they’d touch. He showed you around the palace, paintings with various strokes of colors making up different frescoes along the great walls. All of which made up the Roman Gods. Apollo and Diana in one showcasing the sun and the moon. Neptune, riding a massive stallion, a hurricane in his wake. 

It was exquisite, the different materials used to makeup each piece was fascinating. Geta admired silently, and when he spoke in his native language, you were surprised.

Latin was becoming less and less common, but when he spoke, it rolled off his tongue in eloquence. Pure, unbroken, seductive. Flowing in a way you hadn’t heard in years. You could listen to him for hours.

Further down another corridor led to a great display of busts of Emperors before himself. He paused at one that looked fairly new, the marble uncracked and pristine. Geta, moved his fingers along the base of the heavy stone uttering quietly, “pater meus.”

You stood before the behemoth looking alter, taking in the intricate carvings of the handsome face, one that looked nearly identical to the man staring back at it. Turning towards him you managed,  “Ita, Quomodo mortuus est?” 

A ripple of shock wove like a needle across his face. Geta looked at you before you spoke, “mortuus est ex morbo.” It was no secret that Caracalla and Geta’s father fell ill and died unexpectedly. 

Still, you’d never lost someone close to you before. 

“Me paenitet,” you whispered. Even though Geta was a strange man to understand, you were still sorry for his loss. Emperor Septimius Severus was a great man, powerful and demanding to those around him, but still loved by Rome. 

Geta looked at you with narrowed eyes, “death isn’t feared by warriors, only those who are weak are afraid of what lies beyond our world.” 

He looked as if he would say something else, but he never did, only jerking his head as if to shrug clear his mind before turning on his heel walking quickly the way you came. This time, he walked further ahead of you, his feet slapping the marble floor as he went.  A rolling sensation spurring in his nerves. 

Geta had times of showing brute strength, other times he was almost kind to you, a friend perhaps. But his mind seem to change like the direction of the wind, like he pushed down anything that could possibly make him happy, make him let go.

“Tell me what he’s done on this day,” he suddenly ordered over his shoulder, his voice back to the bark it usually had, “from first light to his chamber.” 

Stumbling over your words you began the lengthy, and extremely boring explanation of how Caracalla had spent his day. Before you could finish and before getting to the closed off corridor, Geta grabbed your arm pulling you down past the massive stone pillars. Into the open.

The humid air hung thick and wet on your skin. The moon was draped with clouds, a poor night for prey. With his finger pointing to the dirt, he motioned for you to kneel, and you looked at him startled. Out here, anyone could see you and report your trickery to one of the generals or worse, to Caracalla. 

Raising his eyebrows in protest, the pieces of the puzzle  seemed to fit as he assembled your hesitation, “No one will see your whore mouth as I fuck it, they are all tucked into their beds, or drunk.” 

Nodding curtly, you obey, slinking to your knees, only to be stopped by his hand and brought back to standing before him. A look you couldn’t place was etched onto his features, as if he was fighting himself in his head, holding himself back. 

Geta had been pissed beyond belief after visit his father’s busy. All he could do was be reminded of how his father left him here to rule with his brother. Caracalla wasn’t fit to be an Emperor. He was barely fit to be anything more than a wet dog. 

Rage had filled his head as he stomped back to the hallway that was tainted with his moans and the slurp of your gags. He wanted to brutalize your mouth, maybe he’d end up knocking out one of your teeth, or bruise your throat so terribly that you couldn’t swallow anything but liquid for a weeks.

But now as you stood before him, he suddenly felt a sense of calm. Geta was always sure of what he wanted, what he desired. Since your arrival, you somehow seemed to put his maddening thoughts at ease. Just seeing your eyes and the way the suffocated moon shone in them… he couldn’t keep this act up much longer. 

“Don’t… don’t move just yet,” he nearly whispered, releasing your arm and moving his fingers across your collarbone. His thumb outlined the marrow beneath the skin, and he moved to the curve of your jaw before placing the pads of his fingers on your lips.

He was right. They felt like the most expensive silk gold could buy, and for the first time in Geta’s life, he wanted to feel them on his own. 

He’d fucked practically all the women of Rome, yet he never allowed them touch him in that way. But watching your lips move when you spoke the native tongue back to him made his cock jump, and his chest tighten. They moved in such a seductionous manner he felt as though he was in a trance. Your voice hypnotized him, your lips the object of his innermost desires.

Without thinking anymore of it, Geta leaned in, aligning his lips to yours, as he melted on the hot humid night beneath the Gods and anyone else to witness— he melted into his first actual kiss. As he pulled away from you, a delicate humming noise tickled his eardrum, a pestering sound, barely audible, something he’d been hearing more and more frequently…

-🔆part 3 is already being written besties

latin translation:

dulex— gnat

pater meus— my father

Ita, Quomodo mortuus est?— yes, how did he die?

mortuus est ex morbo— he died from an illness

me paentit— i’m sorry

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[lavendermunson]

i want you, bless my soul - eddie munson

from the candy cane box at leia's christmas tree farm

summary best friend au, with the prompt “So, um. That was something. Should we do that again?” for the one and only @onegirlmanytales thank you for requesting my love, I hope you like the direction I took and enjoy it so much!!

cw FLUFF. best friends to lovers. two oblivious idiots in love. r's first kiss. brief mention of insecurities. steve and robin cameo!

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“No one has ever kissed me… let’s just forget about it!”

You sigh, placing the freshly baked cookies on a beautiful porcelain bowl Eddie gave you last Christmas. Their scent calming every nerve your best friend decides to play with today.  All of your friends are arriving in a couple of minutes for the annual Christmas party.

“You are telling me no one has ever kissed you under the rain?”

“Eddie please, just stop it”

“No one has ever kissed you under the moonlight!”

He tries to guess. You regret telling him about your first kiss. It hasn’t happened yet… but he thinks it has, he just thinks it was bad or embarrassing because you’ve never told him. And you tell him everything, he is your best friend.

“You are never going to guess, I'm tired of this now”

He chases you around your house, as you walk with the bowl of cookies in your hands. You place them on the coffee table of your living room, alongside all the other snacks and drinks to enjoy the night. 

“I know! no one has ever kissed you under the mistletoe. That’s why you don’t have one” 

Eddie thinks he hit the jackpot, smiling brightly at you. 

“No one has ever kissed me, okay!” you snap, tired of his games. “I haven’t had my first kiss yet” 

You throw your hands in the air, standing in front of him. Eddie was the only one who didn’t know about this. The rest of your friends know, because you know they weren’t going to laugh or make fun of you. But Eddie is capable of it, not because he is mean. His personality is just like that, he is the joke expert and the prank master. This was a serious topic to you, something that kept toying with your self-esteem.

Your arms fall to the side, your hands close on a fist, white knuckles and eyes shut trying to hide the embarrassment that’s eating you alive as you wait for Eddie to laugh at you and make a hundred jokes about this. 

You wish the floor could swallow you whole.

Eddie notices the way you tense up, confessing the secret you’ve held for a long time. He thought there was some catch to it, but there wasn’t. Who the fuck can live without ever kissing your lips? he asks himself, when he has been dreaming about it since the first time he met you at the arcade. 

You were babysitting the kids, holding their quarters for them as you paced around the sticky carpet. Back when Eddie’s ears got used to quieting down everything around him except your sweet voice. 

He didn’t want to lose you, he could never. And he was sure he wasn’t your type, with your room having a Karate Kid poster and a picture of Michael Schoeffling ripped out of a magazine.

Missing the picture of Eddie Van Halen on your jewelry box, he knew your type was far away from him. 

You were never going to like him, his friends would tease him about it. They would fill Eddie’s mind with ideas that tormented him before going to bed. You are way too out of his league.

He is happy with the best friend title because he gets the best friend treatment. He gets to hug you when you see him, cuddle with you on movie nights, and hang around his trailer all day. He would never trade your presence for anything, not a metal concert, not even the fame some rockstars get overnight.

For Eddie you are everything, you mean everything. His life is so much better with you around.

But he doesn’t laugh or start making a full comedy show, instead, you hear the thump of things falling out of his pockets. His lighter, a pack of cigarettes, previously chewed gum wrapped in a piece of paper, and his van keys. He empties his pockets trying to find what he has been looking for and when he finds it, he goes around your house looking for tape.

“What are you doing with that? no one is coming here to kiss me, only our friends” 

“Well? m’lady. I doubt you want to spend another Christmas unkissed” He takes your hand, guiding you closer to him until you are both under the mistletoe. “This is how it works, you stand here, and as the rule says you kiss the person in front of you”

You watch as Eddie taps the branch with his finger. Pointing at it, then at him, and finally at you. You are exactly in the spot, you look at him. Begging him to kiss you.

You've thought about it for a while. What would it be like to kiss him? Not someone random, not a guy who coats your ears with sugar at work. Just Eddie.

The guy who sits on the edge of his bed, shirtless, and while his fingers are gentle with the strings of his guitar you can’t do anything else but admire. Trying to memorize all of his features and tattoo that scene on your head for the rest of your life.

The guy who asked you to color his tattoos, trusting your artistic eye and trying to kill time before the pizza got to his trailer. You asked for a rain check that night, knowing you’d lose your mind the second your fingers touched his bare chest.

“And who’s gonna kiss me?” you ask. 

“Uhh, Jonathan?” Eddie asks, raising one of his eyebrows. Trying to question you to see who your type is.

“I pass” 

“Steve?” Eddie’s voice cracks. If you passed at Jonathan, there’s a high chance you could say yes to Steve and he would fall to his knees, defeated. 

“I don’t think so” 

His brown eyes are wide open. Shit. Not even Steve?

“Let’s just enjoy our evening…” Unless you want to kiss me, you think.  “Let’s forget about it”

You try to escape from the compromised positions, but your legs feel heavy as you step aside. You thought Eddie was going to kiss you. 

When you try to escape, he wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you back to him.

“Wait”

You feel a jolt of electricity, his touch being hard on you yet not hurting. His eyes looking for yours and when you finally lock your gaze with his. He takes a deep breath, ready to risk it all.

Eddie pulls you to his chest, resting a hand on the small of your back. You feel the goosebumps all over your body, his breath tingling your lips. He notices the shine in your eyes, pleading for him to do something because you are too nervous to move.

If he wanted to kiss you, he would kiss you. That’s what you believe. 

He looks at your eyes, at your lips. Impatient, he is making you melt under his touch, and you feel your insides are screaming at him to do something. You decide to wrap your arms around his waist, afraid of him slipping through your fingers and regretting this moment.

You capture him. As he looks down at you like a starved man. 

Eddie’s mind is clouded with hundreds of thoughts. This could be so good, this could get bad and ugly. It’s your first kiss, it should be special. It should be with someone you like, Do you like him? Do you want him?

He snaps back to reality when you reach for a strand of hair that fell to his face. Tugging the curl in the back of his ear. Your fingers send shivers through his spine, feeling your gentle touch against his skin. He melts under your touch too.

“Let’s get this over with” he breathes out, digging his fingertips on the small of your back to keep you close. His lips press against yours, you close your eyes enjoying the moment. 

But it’s your first kiss. You don’t know what to do, but just as you start to panic Eddie cups your cheeks, his thumb pressing against your warm skin. 

“Relax” he whispers on your lips, taking control of the situation. You feel his lips crash with yours, dancing against them as you try to keep up with the pace.

Is this how it feels? To kiss someone for the first time, or even better, to kiss the boy you love for the first time. Your mind is in the clouds, every part of your body feels lighter as a feather.

His lips are so soft. What the actual fuck? How were you able to survive so long without this?

It’s your first kiss. But it feels like it’s Eddie’s too. He can feel his body fill up with electricity, his heart thumping against his chest – just like yours – He has kissed girls before, even boys. But this feeling is new, he is finally kissing someone he loves.

“WOAH! They are kissing” You break away from the kiss as you hear Robin’s voice. She looks at you then at Eddie, a smile showing off on her face. “Sorry, keep doing that!” 

“Good job, guys!” Steve says, pushing Robin to the kitchen as she keeps her thumbs up in the air.

Eddie shakes his head, looking down at you. Seeing that smile he loves so much as you giggle, with your body so close to his. You try to catch the air he knocked out of your lungs, keeping him pressed against you.

“Woah indeed” His eyes look at the mistletoe, at your puffy pink lips, and at your flushed cheeks. He grins proudly. 

“That was… something” you smile, scrunching up your nose as you look at his matching pink lips and cheeks.

“Should we do it again?” he asks, his chest heaving up and down. 

“Please” you whisper, feeling your body yearning for more of him.

“Anything you want, princess”

He kisses you again, this time he quickens the pace of it. You feel his tongue brush against yours causing you to whimper. He giggles at your reaction, groaning for more of you. Eddie is addicted to your taste already. If the smell of your chapstick made him crazy, this sure is going to kill him.

You start to move your tongue, feeling the closure as your teeth crash with his, and the mix of chapstick and saliva, with a touch of cigarette coats your bottom lip. You can’t get enough of the feeling of his lips keeping yours warm and nice.

“Fuck, you taste good” his shaky words come out as he takes a breather, inches from your lips. His teeth find your bottom lip, nipping at it as you open your mouth for him once again.

You won't be spending Christmas unkissed.

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[dragoncopper]

After the Day Trip

Summary: Noah finds you very distracting during a hike and starts getting ideas.

Word Count: 3119

Pairing: Noah Sebastian / Female Reader (established relationship)

Warnings: Smut - oral sex (f and m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, fluffy sex, breeding (kind of), cum-play.

You could not remember who came up with the idea, but before you knew it, you were at a nearby National Park doing a day hike with a large group of Noah’s friends.  A lot of them brought other friends and girlfriends along.  Again, you wonder to yourself, how did you get in this situation?

You don’t like hikes.  You liked nature and all, but from a distance mostly.  This was not your idea of a great time.  But, everyone seemed excited and looked forward to it and you agreed in a moment of bravery.

You made sure you were wearing very comfortable clothes, the most comfortable shoes.  You had a hat, sunscreen, water bottle and snacks.

Soon, you realised that you were maybe overly concerned.  Most people were wearing their everyday clothes, few had thought of hats and sunscreen.  After a short hike, you were all on top of a hill, had a bit of a view and soon everyone was sitting down, taking out drinks and snacks.  Noah came to sit right next to you, his thigh resting against yours. 

‘You doing okay?’ he asks with a grin on his face, handing you a white flower he picked.

‘Oh yeah. I’m fine. How are you?’ you smile back at him and handed him a snack from your bag after taking the flower and bringing it to your nose to smell.

He takes the snack and rips it open.  ‘No, I am enjoying this.’

‘Put your phones away guys,’ Jesse yells at everyone.  ‘Just be in the moment and enjoy nature.’

You and Noah briefly pay attention to him and then smile knowingly at each other.  ‘It’s a decent view from up here,’ you state, eating a sour gum sweet.

‘The view was just great right from the start,’ he replies his voice low.  He raises his eyebrows a few times.

‘What?’ you ask confused.  You drink half a bottle of water in one go and then offer the rest to Noah, who takes it from you.

‘I was walking behind you,’ he explains.  ‘Those pants are very distracting on you.  I nearly tripped and died twice.’

You scoff at him, dismissing his attempt to flirt.  ‘Drink water, we are not hiking ourselves to death, but it is still hot out.’

He leans in to you, so that his lips are touching your ear when he says, ‘It hugs your ass just perfectly.  And then those fucking thighs of yours and the way they jiggle a little with every step you take.’  He places his hand on your thigh as he says this. 

You couldn’t help but blush a little.  ‘You were supposed to be looking at the trees and shit.’

‘How could I?’ he says pulling back a little so he could look you in the eye, his voice less quiet now.  ‘I am only human.’

You kiss him quickly on the lips.  ‘You don’t look too bad yourself in those shorts.’

‘Mmm,’ he laughs.  ‘I will make sure to walk where you can see me.  But, seriously,’ he leans in again, ‘I am thinking about doing unholy things to you.’

‘Really?’ you ask matching his tone.  ‘That sounds like a promise?’

‘You know it,’ he squeezed your thigh and briefly runs his hand higher to gently stroke your most upper thigh.  Then he kisses you.  It was quick, but his tongue touched yours in a way that made you clench your legs together and moan before you could help yourself.  ‘That’s what I want to hear,’ he whispers. 

He sits back normally next to you and drinks the rest of the water you gave him.  You stroke some of his hair back away from his face.  ‘Whatever you want as soon as we get home,’ you whisper.  You start putting the flower in your hair.    

He looks you dead in the eye, and the amount of heat and desire communicated between the two of in those few moments were astounding.  ‘I can’t wait, baby.’

All in all, you were all on your way home after three hours.  After your interaction with Noah, you struggled to think about anything besides what his imagination was coming up with.  Bryan suggested a get together with a big bonfire but Noah was already shaking his head by the time he caught your eye.  His excuses were ready.

Noah closed the door slowly behind himself and leaned back against it, his tall frame taking up most of the door.  His white shirt was clinging to him slightly from the heat of the afternoon. 

‘Should we go shower?’ you ask, sweaty yourself.

He shakes his head slowly.  ‘I need you bent over the back of the couch immediately.’  He pushes off from the door and stalks towards you.  He makes it in time to place a hand on the back of your neck to push you down gently.  Then he stands behind you his hands on your hips.  He runs his hands over your backside and your thighs, taking his time.  ‘Are these new?’ 

He was referring to your tights.  ‘Yeah,’ you gulp.

‘They are my new favourite,’ he says and you feel him hook his fingers at the top of them and he starts working them and your underwear down your legs.  He softly bites into the flesh that is somewhere between your ass and hip and growls.  ‘Were you swaying your hips for me?  When we were walking back down?’

‘A little bit,’ you admit while you step out of your clothes.

‘Lean over more,’ he says, his voice low.  He grabs onto the front of your thighs to anchor himself and then his tongue is at your entrance.  ‘Oh baby, this pussy is soaked.  So messy,’ he dives in and laps at you.  ‘How long have you been like this?’

‘Since the top of the hill,’ you moan, because he was back at it, while you answered.  ‘When you told me what you were thinking.’

‘And you wanted to wash all of this away in the shower?  What a pity that would have been,’ he pushes into you so much with his face that your hips are pushed up against the back of the couch and then he pulls you back with his hands on your thighs.  He moans into you like he just cannot get enough of you.  ‘Turn around,’ he pants. 

When you turn, you see him on his knees his hands eager to help you get where he wants you.  He puts your one thigh on his shoulder and eases you back so you lean against the back of the couch.  ‘You taste so good,’ he says looking you in the eye and then he is back with his mouth on you.  He licks with his tongue flat all the way from the bottom to the top a few times before he is sucking your clit into his mouth.  With his hand that is not holding your thigh in place he carefully pushes two fingers into you. 

You throw your head back in pleasure and grab onto his hair.  ‘Noah, baby, keep doing that, please.’

‘Is that going to make you cum?’ he asks teasingly.  You moan as an answer as his fingers curl inside you.  He knows you so well that he has you a blubbering mess within a few short minutes.  But then he eases back a little again.  He gives a parting kiss to your clit and takes his fingers out.  ‘Not yet, baby.’  He gets to his feet and then licks his fingers clean, before he kisses your pouting lips.

The kiss is harsh as his lips pushes into yours hard, and you grab onto his shoulders to pull him closer.  His arms circle your waist as he does the same.  You taste yourself on his tongue.  ‘That was a little mean,’ you pant.

He huffs a laugh.  ‘I have been hard for hours, my love,’ he kisses your neck.  ‘You are so fucking beautiful.’

Shivers run through your body as his lips touch your neck.  His tongue licks up to your jaw.  ‘Are you punishing me because you think I am beautiful?’ your voice is barely there as you try to keep oxygen in your lungs.

He pulls away from you.  ‘This is not punishment,’ he frowns.  ‘This is reward, my beautiful queen.’

You grind against him and you can feel just how hard he is, and has been for so long and suddenly you feel less sorry for yourself.  You softly run your palm over him and you feel him twitch in his pants.  ‘Oh my poor baby,’ you say. 

‘See what I mean?’ he looks down, resting his head on your shoulder. 

‘What do you want,’ you say it into his ear.

‘I want you on the bed, on your stomach, completely naked,’ he rasps, he sounds breathless. 

‘This is what you were picturing earlier?’ you ask. 

‘Oh yeah,’ he growls.  You keep slowly moving your palm over him.  You swear he is getting even harder.  ‘But there’s more to it.  I’ll show you.’  He runs his hands over your ass again and squeezes.  ‘Go wait for me on the bed.  I am getting us some more water.’ 

You grab your underwear and pants before you head to your bedroom.  ‘Put ice in the water, please, it’s so hot.’

‘Alright,’ he calls back.  ‘Put a towel down, baby.’

You take off the rest of your clothes, get a towel and place it next to you as you lay down on the bed, on your stomach as requested.  You try to get comfortable, but soon you hear his footsteps coming closer.  ‘Goddamnit,’ he says when he sees you.  ‘Fuck, just like that.’  He places a pitcher of ice water next to the bed and one glass that he fills right away and takes a few sips, and then offers it to you.  You take two big gulps.  Then you sit up and scoot closer to the edge of the bed where he then stands between your legs.  He pulls his shirt up and off in one quick movement, and his hair flops back down and your heart just swells at the sight of him. 

‘I love you,’ you smile at him.

He leans down comically far to kiss your forehead.  ‘I love you.’

Then you work his shorts and briefs down his legs until he is free from the constraints.  You carefully wrap your fingers around him because you know he must be very sensitive.  He hisses when you pump him a few times.  And then you lean down to lick at his head, tasting his pre-cum.

‘Only enough to get my cock wet,’ he groans.  ‘I have other plans.’

So, you suck his head into your mouth and run your tongue on the ridge, he bucks his hips a little.  He loves it when you do that.  Then you take him as deep as you can, which was most of him, but not all.  You run you flat tongue against the veins.  You pull away and look at him and he nods. 

‘So good,’ he says with affection.  He motions for you to move back onto the bed.  ‘Get a pillow.’

You grab the nearest pillow and pull it closer.  Then he takes it from you and he folds it double, then he grabs the towel and drapes it over the pillow.  ‘How do you want me?’ you ask him.

‘On your front, the pillow under your hips,’ he helps you position yourself.  ‘Push that ass back towards me, please.  No, you need to lay down.  Not on your knees.’  After a while of wiggling around he lets out a satisfied sigh.  ‘Yes.’

He runs one hand from your hip up your side and then back down your spine.  His touch, while so familiar, never fails to make you feel loved and secure.  You melt down into the mattress and pillow as he kisses across your shoulders and to the dimples above your ass.  Then you feel him straddle your thighs.

‘Can you spread your legs a little?’ he asks his voice hoarse.  ‘There you go.’

You feel him at your entrance and he eases his head inside of you.  ‘Oh my god,’ you say as your whole body suddenly left alive with sensation.  The way he was stretching you already felt so good.  ‘More, please, Noah.’

‘You want all of me?’  he asks. 

‘Yes.  Please.’

‘Push back a little for me?’ 

You do as you are told and he sinks into you slowly.  Just when you think all of him is inside, he keeps going.  ‘Oh fuck,’ you sob into the duvet beneath you. 

‘Is that what you wanted?’  he asks.

‘Yes,’ you squeak.  ‘But please.  Just wait a little.’

‘Why, baby?  Are you alright?’ a little concern in his voice.

‘It’s a lot.  I need to get used to you first.  Just a little while.’  You try to explain to him.  It felt like he was deeper than ever before.

‘Whatever you need,’ he leans down and kisses right under your ear.  You turn and kiss his lips.  ‘Am I hurting you?’

‘No,’ you let out a breath.  ‘You feel so good. You are so deep.’

‘I feel really deep,’ you feel his breath against you. 

‘I think I’m ready,’ you say quietly.  ‘Go slow.’

His face moves away from yours a little as he positions himself.  ‘Close your legs a little.’

You do that and everything felt so snug, you hear him moan loudly. 

‘You tell me if you need me to stop.’

‘I will,’ you reply.

And then he slowly starts moving, pulling out slowly and immediately pushing back in with more force.  It felt so incredible.  It always did when he was inside of you.  But in this position, the head of his cock was pushing right against the spot inside of you where the pleasure emanated from, with every single stroke.  You hang your head down and grip onto the blankets.

He leans down and you can feel his tummy on your butt and then his elbows are on either side of yours, his chin resting on your shoulder.  ‘Jesus, fucking, Christ you are so tight.  This is better than I imagined,’ he is out of breath.  He finds a rhythm that is comfortable and yet so mind-blowingly good. 

His hand covers yours and you grip each other while he is lets out a growl every time he exhales right next to your ear.  ‘This is what you imagined?’ you manage to get out.

‘Yes,’ he pants.  ‘I needed to see your ass, and feel it against me.’  His moves are consistent and strong inside you.

‘All because of my tights?’

‘Your ass in the tights.  Did you know what you were doing?’

‘No,’ you huff out a laugh.  ‘I just wanted to be comfortable on the hike.’

‘Well, what a great choice you made, baby.’

‘Is there more to it?’  you ask, not knowing if you could handle much more.

‘I want to cum inside you,’ he bites your shoulder.  ‘And then,’ he squeezes your hand, ‘I want to watch it leak out of you, and fuck it right back into you.’

‘Oh god,’ you cry out, because at this, he started pounding into you faster.  He lifts up a little so he has more purchase and he goes faster, groaning with every thrust. 

‘Fuck,’ he says.  ‘Watching my cock sink into you…  I will never get tired of seeing that.’  He goes even faster, to the point where you cannot understand how his hips can possible be moving that fast and you could just hold on trying to keep up with the sensations he was sending through you.  ‘You take me so well.  That’s my girl.’

When he cums, his voice loses all the breathiness and he sounds serious as he calls you baby over and over, like he is warning about what is about to happen.  His movements lose rhythm and quickly stops and he grind into you with his hips his head fallen on the back of your neck.  He kisses wherever his mouth can find your skin.  Then he pulls away and pulls out of you slowly. 

It’s seconds before he says, ‘Already leaking.  Look at that.’  You feel his fingers touching you as he touches the mess the both of you made. 

‘Please, Noah, put it back,’ you moan.  You are squirming with desire and need and you need him back inside.  ‘I need you, please.’

First, he pushes his cum back in with fingers and then he follows it by sinking back into you.  You sigh in relief.  ‘There you go.’

‘Thank you,’ you exhale.  He builds up speed and force and soon you are back where you were, in disbelief at what he is managing.  ‘Don’t stop.  Please, don’t stop.’

‘I’ve got you,’ he groans. 

‘I know.  You always take care of me,’ you are sobbing.  The pleasure explodes inside of you and you feel like you cannot get enough, and also that it is too much and you have to fight your body’s instinct to get away from the sensations.  He collapses on your back, and you can tell he is trying to keep some of his weight off you, but he is not really successful.  But you love his weight on you.  ‘Did you cum again,’ you ask after a while.

‘Yeah,’ he whispers into your skin.

When he pulls out again, you crawl up the bed to the pillows and pull back the covers.  ‘Come here,’ you open your arms for him and he comes closer to you and rests his head on your chest.  You wrap your arms around him and stroke his hair.  ‘Thank you,’ you kiss his forehead. 

‘I love you so much,’ he barely says as his face is mushed against you.  ‘You did so well.’

‘You were amazing.  Drink some water?’ you hand him the glass and he takes a few sips, before you empty the glass. 

You listen to his breathing, you feel its warmth.  Slowly it steadies and evens out.  You bask in his arms holding you.  That this beautiful person chose to share this with you, that he is resting in your arms.  ‘I love you.’

After a while, where you are sure both of you have dozed off a bit he says, ‘Do you want to go to the bonfire?  We could still go.’

‘No,’ you say.  ‘I think we should shower and get clean sheets on the bed and then cuddle.’

‘Mmmmm,’ he agrees.  ‘That sounds so much better.  Can we get food?’

‘Of course, my love.  What do you feel like?’