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Pleiadian Channeling: Galactic Ambassador Course Excerpt
#pleiadian#rob gauthier#the et whisperer#galactic ambassador course#aliens and ufos#aliens#alien contact#alien#consciousness#et#extra terrestrial#extraterrestrials#extraterrestrial#extraterrestrial life#extraterrestrial contact#extraterrestrial being#extraterrestrial events#ufo#ufology#i want to believe#xfiles#x files#the x files#the pleiadians#pleiadians#Youtube
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"Have you heard my favorite horror fiction podcast, 'The Something Information'?" "Yeah, I love that one! Have you heard 'Greetings in Regards to Place'?" "Of course!"
#i mean this with love#the magnus archives#the cellar letters#the storage papers#the godfrey audio guide#the sheridan tapes#the silt verses#the town whispers#the armitage account#welcome to night vale#hello from the hallowoods#et cetera
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Patrick Weir. Haunting Whispers. 2024
I Am Collective Memories   âąÂ   Follow me, â says Visual Ratatosk
#BW#Black and White#Preto e Branco#Noir et Blanc#é»ăšçœ#SchwarzweiĂ#Patrick Weir#Haunting Whispers#2024#2020s#window#Fenster#ăŠăŁăłăăŠ#çȘ#fenĂȘtre#janela#cityscapes#urbanscapes#cities#built environment#paisajes urbanos#ciudades#entorno construido#Stadtlandschaften#StĂ€dte#gebaute Umwelt#paysages urbains#villes#environnement bĂąti#éœćžæŻèŠłăéœ
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âË âżïž”âżïž”âżïž”àšà§ · · ⥠· · àšà§âżïž”âżïž”âżËâ
#books#marcia mcbroom#beyond the valley of the dolls#reading#emmanuelle koffi#i'll take her like a father#the child#teresa ann savoy#whisper#wakeema hollis#faustine et le bel été#bunnycore#shoes#random#hello kitty divider#girls#models#icons#random icons#this is what makes us girls#lana del rey aka lizzy grant#film stills#this is a girlblog#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#coquette#dollete#coquette dollete#movies#moodboard#pink moodboard
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Any other French ppl remember "Aglaé et Sidonie"? I still love it as a grown adult, it's so aesthetic
#aglaé et sidonie#childhood#70s#stop motion#femcel#gaslight gatekeep girlblog#girlblogger#girlblogging#this is what makes us girls#whisper girl#coquette#girlblog aesthetic#this is a girlblog#female rage#female manipulator#manic pixie dream girl#female hysteria#just girly things
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Sketch dump part 5: Miscellaneous
#fullmetal alchemist#fma#portal#portal 2#the owl house#gravity falls#precocious#precocious comic#skin horse#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sonic idw#hollow knight#my ocs#edward elric#chell#stringbean#mabel pines#tiffany et#whisper the wolf#frog the fox#glados#hunter#luz#greed#greedling#rwd halloween oneshot#lexi cappella#sketches#oh god this is so many tags
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Stumbling upon the @spirouetfantasio fanblog is like digging up a rare gem
Finding out it hasn't been active since 2014 is the mining gallery collapsing on you
#guys WHERE ARE YOU#niche fandom save me please#i just found the official tumblr blog and like what#THE RELIQUES OF THE SPIROU MOVIE LIKE????#this is insane i love tumblr so fucking much#whispers from atlantis#spirou#spirou et fantasio#howlings from the vortex
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Do you ever just...again?
#{ there you were...playing EW...having a grand ol time }#{ Yelling âThis is Thancredâ and TO THE MOON and then Soken ran up on you and stabbed you in the gut }#{ Et tu? }#{ you whispered and now you have to sit down and think about your life }#{ dance magic dance }
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morning routine
#coquette#pinlove#pintetest#whisper girl#beauttiful girls#tumblr girls#dream girl#girlblogging#it girl#cinnamon girl#girlcore#xoxo gossip girl#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#lana del ray aesthetic#lana stan#lana#black swan#femme en noire et blanc#coquette aesthetic#pinklover#hyper feminine#dollette#dollcore#dollete moodboard#lana del rey#female hysteria#girl interrupted syndrome#pint#femme fatale#pink moodboard
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Yesssssssssssssssss was just talking about this
Star Wars Ides of March AU where Padmé gets the Delegation of 2,000 to collectively stab Palpatine in the middle of the Galactic Senate
#padme as brutus#et tu padme#i'm gonna make that a fuckin tag just watch#the force whispering 'beware the ides of march'#palpatine like 'wtf is 'march'?'#i suppose it would be the ides of whatever the fuck the month is called in star wars#beware the ides of turanga or some shit wookiepedia doesn't have months listed only benduday and centuxday yadda yadda#- a note if anyone else seizes this concept with both hands and runs wild:#plz for the love of god make jar jar an intrical part in the delegation successfully murdering palpafucker#you know my boi could do it#hell padme probably gave him *two* knives realizing he was their best shot at success#i'm envisioning a wile e coyote level 'little bitty acc-e-dent-y' if you know what i mean
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âą xentex / voyager / cerebros / october / any of my URLs
âą he / him or they / them
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âą disabled, intersex, mixed, indigenous artist
âą main blog: @crengarrion . general photography | road photography
âą you can help my friend, ahmed, and his family evacuate from the rafah refugee camp by donating here
âą i accept commissions. fifty percent of all commissions over ten dollars will be donated to care for gaza.
#[ whispers ]#back in my day we didn't have pinned posts et cetera /j /j i wanted to make one here because i.#realised. i have... no information here... because i couldn't draw for years due to disability oTL#typical october posting art into the void anonymously and floundering when people see it /j
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#rob gauthier#archangel uriel#cleansing#lightbody activation#lightbody cleansing#angelic#angel aesthetic#angels#healing#how to heal#how to cleanse#guided meditation#cleansing meditation#the et whisperer#Youtube
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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 214
Adjective: Raspy
Noun: Whisper
Definitions for those who need/want them:
Raspy: hoarse or harsh-sounding
Whisper: a soft or confidential tone of voice, or a whispered word or phrase; a rumor or piece of gossip; (literary) a soft rustling or murmuring sound; a slight trace, or a hint
#sorry for being a little late again#guess who accidentally fell asleep yet again#on a different note we had a christmas in august thing at my work today and we did secret santa as a part of it#the person i had seemed to really like what i got them which is a relief#and my secret santa did a great job and actually managed to get one of the books on my list#if we were villains by m l rio#(i was worried cos i only put books on my list and i was afraid who got me wouldnt be able to get one in time so i think i lucked out)#and on top of that a coworker and i talked for over two hours after work about some similar (negative) experiences weve been having lately#and we made a plan of how to address them with our executive director cos they sure as hell need to be addressed#its honestly just all a mess but im hoping to make postive changes for our organisation and if i have to make waves to get there i will#anyway for the prompt#this one is a bit straightforward in terms of there is a pretty obvious interpretation of 'raspy' 'whisper'#(although you could choose a different definition of 'whisper' to go with)#but interpreting the meaning or purpose of the 'whisper' being 'raspy' is where the creativity stems from#is it horror? is it tragedy? is it comedy (via misunderstanding)? et cetera#im probably going to lean more horror or tragedy myself but we will just have to see#thanks for reading#writing#writer#creative writing#writing prompt#writeblr#trying to be a writeblr at least
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Early Riser
Alexia wakes up early and she only one thing on her mind.
I don't know if I'm in love with this, let me know what you think.
@lucyandalexiafan Thank you for helping me girly đ«¶
Warning - Smut 18
You're confused as youâre pulled from your sleep. Your eyes slowly open in a disoriented daze, your vision tries to adjust to the dark room. You could tell from the dim light outside that it was still early morning, though it wasn't your alarm that woke you from your deep slumbers.
Your blurry eyes blinked a little more, your brain was trying hard to function as it was still slowly waking up, that's when you could feel the gentle lips on your bare back as you slowly woke from your sleepy haze. You couldnât stop the groan that escaped your lips from tiredness but also the familiar touch of her.Â
Loose blonde hair tickled your naked back as Alexia lathered your skin in slow, hot kisses, her breath brought goosebumps to the bottom of your back, trickling the top of your neck. You could feel yourself slowly waking up, though you were still finding it hard to move your sleepy body.
Her delicate fingers traced ticklish patterns on your skin, moving down from your neck to below your arse cheeks. A moment like this would normally help you to sleep, but the feeling of her fingers edging closer to your lips made your clit wake up even before your brain could.
Alexia could tell you were awake, smiling against your skin as you let out a low moan. She moved up to your neck, pushing your messy bed hair from your face. You was on your front, your arms under your pillow, the way you always slept
âGood morning, bebĂ©. Et necessito.â She murmured as she inhaled your neck, her nose sweetly nuzzling your skin.
You smiled sleepily into your pillow. You loved Alexia when she was like this, she was so needy, so impatient and completely enamoured by you.Â
Every now and again Alexia liked to surprise you with early morning sex. You weren't sure what it was that made the Spainird want you as you slept, it was as if something came over her, it almost felt animalistic, like she just couldn't control herself, not that you had any complaints.Â
âYou have me, baby. Iâm all yours.â You whispered as you slightly stretched, unintentionally bearing more of your naked skin to the girl as the covers moved with you.
Your rough morning voice only made Alexia's want for you to grow. You heard a faint groan from her as her soft kisses started to become small bites.Â
âYouâre all mine.âÂ
âFuck, Ale.â You gasped as one of her bites sunk into your skin.
You could feel your cunt starting to throb, even in your tiredness the need for Alexia was already taking over. Her hand in your hair moved to your neck, pulling you closer to her mouth. You didn't have any time to worry about morning breath as she easily slipped her tongue between your sleepy puffy lips, forcing her way inside, causing you to gasp against her mouth. She gently sunk her teeth into your swollen lips, smirking wickedly when she heard you whimper.
You stayed like this for a while, just kissing, lips and tongues moving against each other, wet smacking noises made between the pair of you. Alexia stole your breath with each kiss, hardly allowing you time for air, it made you gasp desperately any time you could. Your head was spinning, for the need of oxygen or the need for her, you wouldn't know.
You felt her move around you, her large hand easily moving your body to lay on your side, your back to her chest.Â
âOpen your legs for me.â Her morning voice dripped into your ear.
You easily opened your legs. Then you felt it.
She was wearing her strap, your moan caught in your throat as her fingers traced your thighs. You naturally moved your arse back, begging her to use it. You instantly felt your cheeks flush red as you heard her low chuckle behind you, clearly finding it amusing that you were already so needy for her.
âI love it when you give yourself so easily to me, amor.âÂ
She bit your ear as she slipped her fingers through your slit. She couldn't hold back the surprised groan as she felt how wet you were for her already, she loved nothing more than how your body reacted to her, always so eager to please her.Â
She gently rubbed her long fingers against you, spreading your wetness all over your sensitive flesh. Her lips trailed down your neck as she pressed her chest to your back, you bit your lip as you felt her perky nipples rub against your skin.Â
Your body started to heat up, feeling all of these different sensations was a lot, but fuck did it feel good.
Your eyes were still lazy with sleep, but her hot fingers that played between your legs were starting to wake you with every stroke. You shamelessly pressed your hips into her hand chasing her touch, whimpering sleepily.
Fuck she felt amazing. Her talented fingers rubbed at you perfectly, making you moan for her.
âAle, baby, that feels so good.â You whispered as your hips grinded into her.
Just as you got the perfect rhythm she moved her hand away, bringing her now wet digits to her mouth. That's when you heard her suck greedily on her fingers behind you, moaning at your taste.
âYou always taste so good.â She husked as she licked the shell of your ear.
âAle.â You backed your hips up again.
âTell me, bebĂ©. What do you want?â
âAnything. You can do anything.âÂ
Alexia closed her eyes as she stiffened behind you, she inhaled deeply, trying to compose herself as you said the words that always drove her crazy. She was horny before but now she was too far gone, she needed you.
She gathered your wetness on her palm, ignoring your desperate whimpers, she rubbed your natural lube on her strap, smearing your sticky essence along the long plastic. She sat up behind you, pulling your hips up in the air, forcing your body into the doggy position. In your tired state your brain hadn't woken up to keep the position she wanted, earning you a hard slap against your arse cheek.Â
You yelped at the pain but it didn't stop her from landing another one against your cunt.
âMantĂ©n-ho allĂ .â She growled behind you.
You nodded your head in the pillow, wanting so badly for her to take you. Your throbbing pussy was on show for her, even in the dark room she could see how wet you were for her, but it didn't stop her from leaning over and spitting on your lips, adding to your juices.Â
You gassped as you felt her warm spit slide down your swollen lips, you felt like her own personal little whore, that was always ready for her to fuck when she felt like it.Â
And you were.
You gasped as you felt the head of her strap, teasingly stroking your entrance. Slowly she pushed herself in, letting out her own grunt as she watched you take her so easily. Â
The groan that escaped your throat was loud as you felt the plastic pushing against your tight walls, it felt like it was never ending, the slow push of the plastic just kept going and going. That's when you realised, she was wearing the big one.Â
Your fingers gripped at the bed sheets, your body was a little more awake but your mind was still in a haze as you pictured Alexia wearing the thick purple strap.
She enters you slowly, feeling every millimetre of the strap opening you up. You moan at the slowness, trying to breath through the size of it. You blindly and sleepily reach out to try to grab her thigh, wanting to feel her, but she takes your hand and places it against your back.
âIâm here.â Her tone is calm, so calm that you canât help but squeak out a cry when you feel the unexpected hard spank on your arse again.
Your breathing stopped as you felt her push impossibly deeper against your tight walls. Her large hand stroked your back soothingly. But you still gritted your teeth as the girth of her strap stretched you out as she finally bottomed out in you,Â
"Give me the other wrist." She orders you.
You blindly put it next to the other one and she binds your wrist together with her one large hand, her tight grip makes your body shiver uncontrollably.
âFuck, you donât know what you do to me.â She whispered to herself as she eyed your naked form.
You really didnât, it was mesmerising watching your naked form arching your back with the perfect angle, giving yourself to the girl that you loved. She fucking adored you and you her.
âWill you be my good girl and take me?â She coed behind you.
It was a redundant question, you were already leaking on her strap, completely at her mercy, but you nod in your pillow anyways. âYes.â You squeak out.
âYou are so wet, amor. Letting me in so easily.â She moves her hips slightly, testing the waters. You could hear the lust in her voice, the sheer want.Â
Her hips start a slow rhythm behind you, fucking you so deeply, watching as your cheeks gently bounce against her strong thighs.Â
âFuck.â She rasps from behind as her hips start to pick up pace.
âAle!â You gasped. Your mouth gapes open, as her strap hits the perfect spot inside your walls, pushing and pulling the tight muscles.Â
She picks up her pace as your moans start to bounce off the walls. The sound of skin slapping against each other is filthy but itâs music to both your ears. Her small grunts behind you make your head dizzy.Â
She moves one of her hands from your wrist to your neck, pushing you down further into your pillow, but not enough to muffle your screams. No, she wants to hear every bit of noise she can force out of you. She uses the new angle to push even deeper inside of you. Her hips are relentless as she watches her thick strap slide in and out and of your very wet, very swollen cunt.Â
Sheâs losing herself as she watches you below her, your high pitched moans drive something in her, making her hips snap quicker, the primal instinct to just fuck you raw takes over her body, the way sheâs fucking you is verging on animalistic.
âYouâre so loud, bebita. Youâre going to wake the neighbours.â She smirks at her own words, not actually giving a rats arse about the neighbours and their sleep schedule.Â
Her hand squeezed your neck, but you canât bring yourself to reply. You can just about breath as she forces the air out of your lungs.Â
âMy good girl.â She grunts, letting out her own moans as her clit rubs deliciously against your arse.Â
Her hips hit yours a few times before she stops.
âOn your knees, face the mirror.â
You do as she said, your legs like jelly.
Her large hand gently slots around your neck, her fingers instinctively flex as she feels your pulse flutter under her touch.Â
âPlease, Ale.â you beg without knowing what you really want.
The blonde pulls you against her chest, making your head lean on her shoulders. You can feel her tight nipples rubbing against your back, you hear the way she moans into your neck from the touch.Â
Sheâs inside you in a second.Â
âAlexia!â The sound you let out is fucking loud, if the neighbours didnt know her name before, they do now. Your hands find her immediately, one wrapping the back of her neck, the other on her thigh.
âThat's it, baby. Take it. Just take it.âÂ
And you do. You gladly take what she's giving you. Her whole bodyâs rocking into you, hitting her clit just right and you get to watch her every move as she takes you so effortlessly.
Her fingers flex around your pipe, squeezing the perfect amount to make your core clench and drip messily around her strap. The strained moan you let out makes Alexiaâs eyes roll to the back of her head, she always loved the noises she could pull from you.Â
âLook at you, dĂ©u meu. You are all mine. Look, cariño, look how good you are.â A surge of possessiveness takes over the blonde as she stares at the reflection in front of her.
The grip on your neck forces your head forward. Even in the dark light you could make out your reflection, you look fucked. Your hair was a mess, your face was still puffy with sleep, your swollen pouty lips look like they've doubled in size.Â
A euphoric look takes over your features, as her strong hips rut harder behind you, your mouth hangs open in pleasure, allowing a quivering whimper to escape your lips. Alexia watches the bounce of your breast move from her quick thrust. A sense of pride takes over her at the way your body begins to form a light sheen of sweat as she makes your muscles work, even in its tired state.Â
This was Alexia's favourite version of you, completely at her mercy.
âI love you, amor. My good girl.âÂ
âI-I love y-you.â You try to reply but it's difficult to form words when you have an athlete thrusting an 8 inch strap inside you, forcing space for itself on every stroke. But, it was more difficult when you saw the way her hazel eyes were staring at you, a wave of wetness dribbled down your shaky thighs.
Alexia was well and truly obsessed with you.
She moves your neck back to trail soft kisses down your sweaty neck, her thrust turning to a slower pace.
âI want you on top. I want to see your face properly. I need you so badly, amor. Will you do that for me? Hmm? Please.â She begs in your ear, her whispered words just for you.
Your core tightens almost painfully around her girthy strap, sometimes you were sure you could maybe, just maybe, come from Alexias words alone.Â
You nod. âYes, baby. Anything you want. Iâm yours, always.â
That's all she needs to hear before the blondes laying on her back, helping you line up the strap to your dripping core.
The early morning light has become brighter, you can see Alexia's beautiful features clearer now, she takes your breath away as you watch her, watching you take her inch by inch.Â
It's a lot, the girth, the length, the tiredness that still wavers though your body, the way she's watching you. Staring at you.Â
You're obsessed with her.
Her hands stroke your thighs as you try to breathe through the fullness of her, you close your eyes and allow yourself to relax. A shy smile pulls at the corners of your lips when you feel Alexiaâs long fingers intertwined with your own. Sheâs looking at you with pure want, you can taste it in your shared kisses, you can feel it as she wraps one large hand around your waist, stroking your skin with her thumb.
âYouâre so beautiful, amor.â She smiles up at you, that smile that she only saves for you.Â
âYou are too, Ale. Youâre the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on.â You bite your lip as you move your hips, emphasising on your last word. Her smile widens as she feels the movements.
âThat's it bebita, don't be shy. I love when you ride me.âÂ
Your eyelashes flutter when you feel a small roll of her own hips below you. The hand on your waist squeezes you as she gives you another thrust, making you give out a small moan, then another and another. And then she's off.
âFuck! Ale!â You gasp as you close your eyes, fully feeling the strap push into your core.
You try to breathe again, rolling your own hips with hers, in time to her rhythm shes set. Sheâs surprisingly slow, gentle even, a far cry from how she was fucking you earlier, the room fills with soft pants between the pair of you, words of love spoken under small moans.Â
âBebĂ©.â She moans between pants. âMake me come. Just like this.â
âDo you like that, baby? Like that?â
You pick up your pace, pushing down a fraction harder as you snake your hips.
Hazel eyes flutter closed as she feels the strap grind against her swollen clit, her hand on your hips squeezes again, urging you to keep going.
Your relationship with Alexia is very 50/50, you share the chores, the driving, the grocery shopping and the bills. Itâs balanced, and that also includes your roles for the bedroom. Another delicate balance of giving and taking, pleasing and pleasuring, dominance and submission.Â
It's a perfect mix of yin and yang, Alexia is the storm that holds your hair in a ponytail as she rocks her strong hips into your mouth, all while you look up at her with adoration in your wide adoring eyes.Â
But, the moment Alexia has you on top of her like this, the girl turns into a whimpering mess. Itâs like a light switches on and the Spainard forgets all of her natural dominance, easily becoming a desperate mess.Â
And you love it.
You gently rock your hips back and forth, you love the way her bottom lips caught between her teeth as her eyes are watching your movements, mesmerised as you easily move above her. Â
Her lips part, the cutest of whimpers escape her puffy lips, you canât resist leaning forward and capturing her mouth. The moan she lets out vibrates your own lips, sending hot shivers down your spine.Â
âGive me your hands.â
Alexia doesnât argue, or question your request, she never does when she's in this position, more than happy to let you take control. Her large hands eagerly find yours, you canât help but smile at her willingness.Â
You pin her hands beside her head, giving yourself more control. You trail your lips down her neck, your hips never stop moving as you take her strap. Your tongue darts out between your kisses, you instantly taste the salt on her neck, you can't stop yourself as you groan loudly at the tangy taste, making your mouth water from her natural essence.Â
Many people would squirm away from such a taste, but not you, theres something about it that drives you fucking crazy. You need more, you greedily trail down her neck, sucking and biting as you take in her flavour that's coating her skin, you can hear and feel the blonde becoming a mess beneath you, but you can't stop. You need her.Â
She's becoming restless beneath you as your mouth devours her skin, her breathing picks up to a deep pace.Â
âYour mouth.â She groans quietly. âI-I canât concentrate.âÂ
Itâs exactly what you want to hear, the dam of self control bursting beneath you. Sheâs losing her resolve, feeling your tongue press against her hot skin, the constant grind of your talented hips on her swollen wet clit. Her hips bucked up with a hard thrust, in turn making you bite down on her neck. You almost feel bad at the pained whimper she makes, but it doesn't stop you from sucking more of her skin into your mouth.
âSorry, baby.â You mumble against her now red skin, kissing the sting away.
Alexias fingers flex against yours, she can feel her own wetness dripping between her cheeks as you continue to ride her. She can feel her orgasm building, the warm flush rises from the pits of her stomach, right to the tips of her fingers.Â
âLook at me, baby.â You purr against her lips.Â
Hazel eyes flutter open, her pupils are blown out.Â
âIâm close.âÂ
âYeah? You wanna come baby?â You press your lips to hers.
âSĂ, sĂ. Please.âÂ
It's a rare sight for Alexia to beg, so of course you take advantage.Â
âI want to hear you beg, baby.â You tease, stealing another kiss from her blown out lips.
Alexia eyes lock with yours, you can see the flicker of hesitation, but with another deep snake of your hips you have her.Â
âPlease, keep doing that. Merda, yes, just like that!â She pleads.
You tighten your hold on her wrist, grinding down harder on her strap, you can't stop your own groans as her strong hips buck uncontrollably underneath you. Her abs flex hard from each shallow breath she takes, the muscles in her biceps tense as she loses more of herself to you.Â
The small frown between her eyebrows deepen, you can tell she's getting closer. So, you lower your mouth to her chest, taking in her erect nipple.Â
âSĂ! SĂ. Donât stop!âÂ
We all know now that Alexiaâs nipples are her kryptonite.
You suck and grind, lick and roll your hips. Youâre using every bit of concentration you have to work the girl as she thrust deeper into you, itâs a hard task, feeling your own climax growing between your legs, but with the way Alexia begs and pleads there's no way you can stop.
âFuck, Ale.â You groan as you suckle on her strained nipple, trying to lick the spit that escapes your mouth, finding your own mind faltering as her hips keep fucking frantical into you.Â
âJust like that, please, please, bebĂ©!â Her mouth hangs open as she feels the last thread of her restraint snaps.Â
She breaks as you bring her to her climax.
Her orgasm rushes through every nerve in her body, sparks of pleasure washing and waving through her muscles as her body spasms hard beneath you.
You keep bouncing your hips above her, making sure to hit the spot that's making Alexia desperately groan out in pleasure. Your mouth stays on her chest, gently sucking on her flesh as she continues to grind and pant.Â
Alexiaâs body keeps desperately grinding, small whimpers slipping from her until she finally goes limp. You let out small pants of your own, still feeling the thick strap inside your very tight walls.
âI love when youâre on top.â Alexia lets out a breathless chuckle.
Her dopey smile makes your heart swell. A face splitting smile crosses your own face as you look down at the blonde. The obsession you have for each other pouring out in your smiles.
âGet on top.â She breathes out.
âWhat?â You chuckle.
âGet on top.â
Youâre about to question her again, until she smirks up at you, sticking out her pink tongue. Then the penny drops.
âOh..OHHH!â Your cheeks flush red with embarrassment at your slowness.
You wince as you move off of her strap, but you canât hide the excitement as wobbly legs crawl up to the girl's face.Â
Her tongue eagerly licks at her lips, as she spots the wetness that drips from your swollen lips.
You gently scoop her hair into your hands, and settle above her.Â
âYouâre dripping.â Alexia whispears below you. You canât stop the way your eyes roll into the back of your head when you feel her breath on you.
âCome, let me taste you, cariño. Let me make you feel good.â She presses her lips to your shakey thigh.
Her now free hands pull you down onto her awaiting mouth.
âFuck!â You gasp as you feel her tongue slide into your lips.
The blonde groans loudly. Like you, she can't hold her want for you back. She sucks your clit into her mouth, swirling your clit against her talented tongue.Â
Sheâs so gentle, licking and lapping at your velvety folds, you can hear how wet you are, it almost makes you a little self conscious until you hear Alexia moaning at her own pleasure from you on her tongue.
It gives you the confidence to grind on her mouth, a smile pulls at your lips as you look down, the girls in her own world, her eyes closed as her chin becomes soaked with your juices. She wraps her plump lips around your puffy clit and you canât stop yourself as you groan loudly. Youâre already gone, you can feel this isn't going to take long. Your thighs start to shake, your hands in her hair pull her closer, grinding your hips into her warm mouth.
âAle, baby, Iâm going to come! Fuck.â
Her hazel eyes flicker at yours, her large hands tighten around your hips, pulling you down, driving your hips harder. You snake your hips, landing one hand on the head board, the other lacing her hair.Â
Alexia loves when youâre on top (in any position) she loves watching you lose yourself as your body takes what she gives you, watching you bounce and grind on top of her face, greedily swallowing and drinking down your essence.Â
A gentle tug in her hair makes her groan against your core and it's the last push you need to finally see stars.
âHmmm, fuck, fuck, fuck!âÂ
Your orgasm explodes though your body, your hips push uncontrollably harder, Alexia only moans louder, sucking on your bundle of nerves, sending electric sparks right through you.
You gasp, closing your eyes as you try to catch your breath. Your muscles are shaking hard against the blonde's head, Alexia smiles sweetly as she kisses you down, waiting for you to come back to her.
You wobbly move to the side, dropping on your back.
âWell, that's one way to start your morning.â You laugh, still trying to catch your breath.Â
âItâs the best way to wake up.â She leans over and kisses your lips, leaving a shimmer of your juices on your mouth. You can't help but groan, tasting yourself on her tongue.
Her hazel eyes roam your face as she pulls back, that dopey smile still plastering her face. The girl still gives you butterflies, even after all these years of being together.Â
You hear a small rumble coming from below.
âIs someone hungry?â You chuckle.
âSĂ, I think I need seconds.â She raises her eyebrows with the most mischievous look she can muster.
Before you can stop her (not that you would) Alexiaâs shimmying down your body, settling herself between your legs.Â
The girl had you for breakfast, lunch and dinner that day.
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england adventures đŠč LN4
part 2 of the norris family series
PAIRINGS: lando norris x wife!reader
SUMMARY: you are out of the country for two weeks because of a business trip, so lando and tilly had decided to fly to england to spend some time with her grandparents or in which lando became an ultimate girl dad.
AUTHORâS NOTE: this is the second part of the norris family series. the stories will be written and smau, but there will be times that it will be a combination of both. stories will be random, but i made a note of how the flow of the series will go (idk if u get me but u get me hshdhshs). i already have 3-4 drafts for this series on my docs, hope that iâll be able to upload them during my week off from uni. anyways, i hope youâll enjoy this one! :)
REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.
WORD COUNT: 2k
WARNINGS: some typos, google translated french and russian, a hint of reader being french-russian, and multicultural household (let me know if i missed any)
âHey, love. Howâs your trip going?â
Lando slouched on the couch, phone in hand, gazing at the video call screen with a sheepish smile.
âItâs fine, just missing you and Tilly,â you sighed, leaning back against the headboard of your hotel bed. âHowâs our little girl?â
Lando grinned, he turned the camera towards Thylane, who was sitting on the floor, coloring with intense concentration. âTilly, love, say hi to mummy!â He encouraged Thylane.
Thylane looked up from what she was doing, her big aquamarine eyes that he had inherited from Lando lighting up. âHi maman! J'ai dessinĂ© une licorne and papa said itâs the best unicorn heâs ever seen!â (I drew a unicorn.) She beamed proudly, holding up a piece of paper that vaguely resembled a horse with a very long horn.
âWow! C'est la meilleure licorne que j'ai jamais vue. You two are having fun without me?â (Itâs the best unicorn Iâve ever seen.) You chuckled.
Lando shifted the camera back to his face, his grin widening. âActually, we were thinking about going on a little adventure to visit mum and dad in England. Tillyâs been missing grandma and grandpa, and I need to drop by at the MTC as well. Right, my love?â Thylane nodded at Lando and got up on the couch to sit beside him.
âThat sounds perfect! Iâm sure theyâd love to see both of you.â You grinned.
âWeâre going to surprise them,â Lando whispered, leaning in like it was a big secret. Thylane nodded fervently beside him, a finger pressed to her lips in a shushing gesture.
You laughed, âalright you two, I hope your surprise goes well. Please extend my regards to mum and dad, and have fun in England, my loves!â Then you turned towards Thylane. âSois gentille, Thylane Francesa Norris, d'accord? N'embĂȘte pas grand-mĂšre et grand-pĂšre.â (Be a good girl, Thylane Francesca Norris, okay? Donât give grandma and grandpa a hard time.) You reminded Thylane in a soft but strict manner, and she nodded quickly. She knew very well what it means when you call her by her full name.
Two days later, Lando and Thylane are walking towards the private jet that is waiting for them by the private part of the airport, and Thylane all dressed up, with her snoopy backpack, bunny slippers, with her hair tied up in pigtails in which Lando had attempted to doâa little wonky, but itâll do, and the moment they land in England, it is when the adventure truly begins. When they arrived at Landoâs family home, she ran straight towards the house, quickly looking for Adam and Cisca, who were completely surprised to see their granddaughter. Lando stood back, arms crossed, a proud smile on his face as his little girl babbled about everything sheâs done in the past week, including her âtop-secret missionâ to surprise them.
After a whirlwind of hugs and kisses, Lando found himself in the kitchen, watching his mom fuss over Thylane. She was showing off the cookies she had baked, while Thylane was explaining in great detail how she wanted to learn to make big cakes like the one she saw on TV, and it made Lando laugh.
âBetter teach her well, mum, or sheâll end up like meâburning toast and boiling water for cereal.â Cisca laughed, âoh, I remember your cooking, Lan. Letâs hope she takes after y/n instead.â
Their first day of adventure started with Lando deciding to take Thylane to the McLaren Technology Centre. He dressed her in a tiny Quadrant jacket, which Lando personally had made for her, and a smaller version of Landoâs fluorescent yellow bucket hat, making her match with Landoâs outfit.
âReady to see where papa works?â He asked as he buckled Thylane into her car seat.
Thylane nodded enthusiastically. âCan I drive a car like you, papa?â
Lando laughed, âno, not yet, Tilly. But I promise, youâll be the best driver someday.â
When they arrived at MTC, Thylaneâs eyes widened in awe at the sleek, futuristic building. They walked through the sleek hallways, with her held tightly onto Landoâs hand, eyes wide with wonder. Lando guided her around, introducing her to everyone they meet in passing. Thylane was a star, charming every engineer, mechanic, and even the sternest of strategists. Then, Thylane tugged on Landoâs hand and whispered.
âPapa, are these your friends?â Lando knelt down at her level, nodding. âYeah, theyâre like papaâs work family.â
Thylane seemed to consider this, then nodded decisively. âI like your work family, papa. Theyâre very nice.â
Later, they found themselves in the simulator room. Lando plopped Thylane onto his lap in the driverâs seat, her small hands gripping the steering wheel.
âOkay, now, just like we practiced on your little kart, remember?â Thylane nodded, her face serious. âIâm going to go super fast, like you!â
âThatâs the spirit!â Lando encouraged, guiding her tiny hands.
The two of them zoomed around the virtual track, with Lando over-exaggerating every turn with sound effects that had Thylane giggling so hard. Lando had thought of you and quickly sent you a selfie of her and Thylane smiling cheek to cheek, on the driverâs seat. You canât help but coo at how cute Thylane is, with the bucket hat and all that, it is evident on her face that she was having the best time of her life with Lando.
For their second day, Lando decided it was a good time to take Thylane karting. He dressed her up in a pink pint-sized race suit, complete with a helmet that was almost too big for her and bobbed on her head every time she moved.
âPapa, itâs too big,â she complained. Lando adjusted it for the fifth time, kneeling in front of her, âyou look perfect, like a real racer.â He reassured her, making her smile, the missing front tooth making her smile all more adorable.
âAlright Tilly, letâs see what youâve got,â he added, tapping her helmet gently.
Thylane gave a determined nod, revving the tiny kartâs engine like she had watched Lando do a hundred times.
âIâm gonna beat you, papa!â She declared with a giggle. Lando put his hands up in a mock defeat. âOh no, Iâm in trouble now!â
They both raced around the track, with Lando purposefully slowing himself down to let Thylane overtake him. Every time she passed him, sheâd shout âI win!â and Lando would pretend to be utterly defeated. He had let her go around the track on her own right after, and took a video of her going for a spin around, and sent it to you.
âSo here we have Thylane Norris, the next big name in racing,â he narrates, voice filled with nothing but pride. The camera shows Thylane in the tiny kart, waving at the camera with a grin that looks so much like Landoâs that it makes your chest ache with love.
âIâm gonna beat papa!â Thylane shouts, and you hear Lando burst into laughter from behind the camera.
âIâm doomed!â He declares dramatically. âThe next generation is here to take my title.â
Right after karting, Lando took her out as well for ice cream. Thylane was chattering away, explaining the deep philosophical differences between vanilla and chocolate sprinkles.
âYou see papa, vanilla sprinkles are for happy days and chocolate ones are forâŠextra happy days.â Lando was trying so hard to keep a straight face, and replied, âso, today is an extra happy day then?â Thylane grinned, âof course papa! Because youâre here. Itâs always extra happy day when you and mama are here.â He smiled lovingly at Thylane as he wiped the ice cream smudge on her nose and cheeks with tissues.
By the end of the day, Thylane was fast asleep in the backseat of the car, her little head leaning against her backseat. Lando glanced at her in the rearview mirror.
âYeah, I think Iâm getting the hang of this âgirl dadâ thing.â He whispered and smiled to himself. âCanât believe that she also sleeps like y/n.â He added, chuckling and shook his head at the sight of Thylaneâs sleeping figure.
As the days passed by, Lando found himself embracing his role as the ultimate girl dad with everything that he had. He taught Thylane how to make a proper cup of tea, they went to the zoo, they built the most elaborate pillow fort Adam had ever seen in his living room, and every morning, Lando would attempt to tame Thylaneâs curly hair, in which without a doubt she inherited from him too, with varying degrees of success, and spending time with her grandparents.
âWhy does it always do that?â He asked one morning, holding up a curl that had somehow sprung back into his face. Thylane giggled, âbecause itâs magic hair, papa! Like Rapunzelâs.â
In the evening, Thylane snuggled into Landoâs lap as they sat by the fireplace. âWhenâs mama coming home?â She asked softly, her voice barely a whisper. Lando felt a pang in his chest. He misses you tooâmore than he could put into words. âSoon, sweetheart,â he promised, brushing a stray curl from her forehead.
âMamaâs just finishing up her important work. Sheâll be home before you know it.â He added, with Thylane nodding, satisfied for now.
Your video calls are filled with stories from Lando about Thylaneâs adventuresâher tea parties with her grandparents, fascination with Adamâs memorabilias, and her insistence that ânanaâs houseâ has the best cookies in the world. He would also read her a story from The Book of Goodnight Stories, a book which Thylane loves so much, over video call so you could listen in, and youâd watch as Thylane snuggled up to him, clutching her winnie the pooh stuffed toy.
It was their last day in England, they would be traveling back to Monaco the next day. Lando took Thylane to a local park where Lando played as a kid. Placing her on the swings and pushing Thylane higher and higher, her laughter echoing in the crisp air.
âLook, papa, Iâm flying!â She squealed, her little feet kicking the sky. Landoâs heart swelled with a mixture of pride and love. âOh wow! Youâre flying, Tilly! Higher than the clouds!â
After the day at the park, they finally got back home. Thylane excitedly recounted all of their adventures enthusiastically as Lando tucked her into bed. She looked at him with her big, sleepy eyes.
âPapa, you and mama are my best friends forever and ever,â she whispered. Lando felt his throat tighten. âAnd youâre our best friend forever too, bug. Now sleep tight, okay?â he replied, kissing her forehead.
When Lando had made sure that Thylane was already sleeping, he decided to call you. The conversation started with Lando retelling you what he and Thylane had been up to the whole week, both of you were laughing at his stories. Then suddenly, there was a little pause. Landoâs voice became soft and heâs staring at you lovingly.
âWe miss you so much, but I promise, weâre making the best of it. Thylaneâs asleep now, but she wanted me to tell you that she loves you âthis muchââ you can almost see him stretching his arms wide, âand that you need to hurry back so she can show you all her new drawings.â
âI love you both âthis muchâ too. I canât wait to be home with you two again.â You smiled through the screen, a sudden wave of homesickness mixed with warmth had hit you. âYouâre doing such a great job, Lan. Sheâs lucky to have a dad like you.â
Landoâs eyes softened, a bashful grin on his face. âWeâre both lucky, my love. Canât wait to have you back home with us.â
âJust one more week,â you promised.
âOne more week. Until then, weâll keep having our adventures, right Tilly?â He whispered to her sleeping form beside him, even though she couldnât hear him, causing you to smile.
Two weeks had never felt so long, but knowing that Thylane was having the time of her life with Lando made it more easier. Yes, you miss them a lot, but seeing the two of them having their little adventures together, and seeing Lando being the most incredible, loving fatherâthat made everything worth it. Lando was not only a great father to Thylane, but the best husband as well that you could ever ask for.
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Sanguis et Vinum
Higuruma Hiromi's not afraid of blood.
Warnings: 18+, smut, period sex
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"Feeling good?" A dulcet whisper against your neck, hot and wine-rich. You moaned softly in affirmation, fogging your glass as you took another sip, the red wine velvety as it coated your tongue.
You straddled Hiromi's lap; he, perched at the edge of the sofa, massaged your lower back, belly and hips with warm oiled hands, your panties rolled down low, your tank-top curled up under your breasts. You couldn't help but rock and sway as his hands smoothed, liquid and malleable, over your body.
It was the heaviest day of your period, and you were feeling every minute of it. You offered Hiromi a sip of wine from your glass; he accepted gratefully, his hands never slowing around your belly and back.
Hiromi played you like an instrument, responsive to your sighs, the subtle press of your skin against his palms and fingers, the scented oil heady. He looked up at you in unabashed adoration, and felt his arousal bloom, a vine starting as a blush along his neck, creeping downwards.
"I love you, like this," Hiromi confessed against your collarbones, pressing a kiss there, staining the skin softly with wine. You smiled, eyes closed, and tangled your hand in the hair at the nape of his neck. Hiromi shuddered as you tugged it, sending prickles down his spine, the vine coiling as he felt his cock begin to harden beneath your lap.
Unable to resist, Hiromi nipped and licked at your chest, his tongue wine-stained and sanguine, and moved down towards your breasts. You wanted him so viscerally, your belly and clit thrumming with need and pain, creating an odd aching duality in the pit of your stomach.
Yet...no. It was too taboo. Gross. Embarrassing.
You sighed, murmuring, regretful; "Hiromi...you know I can't..." Hiromi made a noise of gentle disagreement, nipping the tank top between his teeth, pulling it down to expose one breast. You watched him, mesmerised, when he sucked your sore nipple into his mouth, lapping, licking.
You panted, involuntarily pressing Hiromi's mouth closer with a tug on his hair, and he felt his cock twitch, tasting you on the flat of his tongue.
"Hiromi," you breathed, warning, "I can't-- I want to, but--" Hiromi let go of your nipple with a wet pop, and you felt a twang of disappointment. He answered, nuzzling his aquiline nose lazily across your breast.
"You want to?" He pressed, hovering his opened mouth over your nipple again, holding your gaze. His tongue darting out to lick your nipple again made your pussy throb with need, your belly cramping, a deep and sultry ache.
"I'm no boy," he argued, "I'm not afraid of a little bit of blood," pressing you closer onto his lap by your lower back. You slipped down, your panties thicker with the presence of a pad, but nonetheless feeling his cock, hard and twitching, against your pussy. You felt a warm whoosh of blood seep out of you and onto your pad, and jumped a little as you felt it overflow, leaking through to leave a patch of sticky blood on Hiromi's groin.
You moved to stand, and Hiromi strapped you to him with corded forearms. He felt the damp spot of your blood seep through, sticky, and he shivered, his oiled hand now coming up to roll your other nipple between his fingers, his mouth still working to convince you, silver-tongued.
You felt lightheaded, your pussy so sensitive, the ache in your belly adding a delicious masochistic edge to the pleasure. Feeling you could be brought to orgasm by nipple play and dry humping alone, you weakly offered another retreat, and Hiromi chuckled against your breast.
He rutted up against your pussy, and you jolted, slopping wine down your arm. Taking the wine from you, placing it gently on a table, Hiromi licked languidly up your forearm, sipping the wine off you, leaving wet-mouthed nipping kisses on the inside of your wrist.
You felt drunk now, your pleasure positively Dionysian, and you nodded lightheadedly when Hiromi whispered against your neck; "Bedroom. Now. You need this."
Lifting you, still straddling his lap, Hiromi carried you to the bedroom, kicking the door open. The bedroom was barely lit, shadows dramatised by the flicker of candles. As he dropped you onto the bed, leaning over you, humping against your clothed pussy, you realised he must have fully intended to seduce you like this.
Eyes hooded, drinking in the erotic shadow-puppetry your moving bodies made against the wall, you allowed Hiromi's hips to chase you up the bed until your aching body settled against plush pillows, and perfectly crisp white sheets.
As if reading your mind, Hiromi rested his nose against yours, nuzzling slowly; "We're going to make artwork tonight, darling."
"Hiromi, you...are you sure?" You drank Hiromi in as he knelt back, raising his arms to yank his t-shirt over his head. You gulped as he stripped his pyjamas, his pink-tipped cock bobbing out to rest against your clothed pussy. Hiromi gripped his cock, pumping it as he reached under you, pulling off your panties in one swift tug. You moved to close your legs and Hiromi made a sharp noise of reproach.
"Oh no you don't," he ordered, eyes zeroing in on your pussy, bloodstained, thrumming with anticipation, "you're...so beautiful."
You saw his pupils dilate more, already blown, his eyes beetle-black and glinting in the candlelight. Kneeling between your legs, forcing your knees apart with his own, Hiromi continued to stroke himself from ball to tip, before slipping two fingers between your bloodied pussy lips.
In the dark, the blood looked black, its gore reduced to shades of grey. With the flicker of candlelight, the frame-rate of movement in the room seemed to shift, and Hiromi and you sink into a black and white cinematic masterpiece.
His fingers dipped into your fluttering hole, coaxing you to rock your hips upwards as he stroked the front of your plush walls. You shuddered, mewling, so sensitive as he thrusted two fingers into you with tender, soft strokes. Hiromi brought his thumb upwards, pressing against your clit, alternating the pressure until you moaned and squirmed beneath him. Your belly ached, desperate to feel Hiromi deeper, to feel his fingers soothe you.
"Please...Hiro--" you begged, pressing your pussy up against his hand, your moan ragged as you felt his fingertips brush your desperately sore cervix. Hiromi felt a trickle of pre-cum down his fist as his knees weakened at the glassy-smooth surface of your dimpled cervix on his fingertips.
Hiromi gulped, shuddering as he threatened to spill into his own fist, "We'll start gently," he pressed, maintaining your gaze as he released his cock, stroking your cervix with deft fingertips and lowering his mouth to your pussy, "because you're hurting...and when I fuck you, I want you softer than feathers."
You moved involuntarily away from his mouth, conditioned to be disgusted by your own bleeding, and Hiromi growled in displeasure, his freed arm cuffing round your thigh to yank your pussy back towards him. With a quirked lip, and a playful look of warning, Hiromi nuzzled between your swollen lips, drawing your clit into his mouth as his fingers continued to thrust gently inside you, so deep that he soothed the cramps in your belly.
Your vision popped with pleasure, and you twisted against the sheets, pressing your face into fluffy pillows, crying out in ecstasy. Hiromi rutted his cock between his belly and the sheets, edging himself, his mouth coppery with blood, mixing in a bitter bouquet with the tannins still on his tongue.
He had dreamt of making love to you through your blood and pain for so long, that what was once a fleeting curiosity had become a kink, eagerly awaiting fulfilment. Feeling your thighs flex around his head, feeling the clenching of your swollen pussy against his fingers, tasting the salty tang of blood and wine, had his head reeling, and he thrust into his own wet patch between his belly and the bed, his hips stopping and stuttering to take himself to the edge and back again.
"I'm gonna-- fuck, 'Romi-- gonna cum--" you cried, your hand tangled in inky black hair, humping his mouth and nose. The elastic band in your belly stretched, stretched, stretched...and released with a twang as you arched off the bed, mouth open in a silent cry, your body hot with incomparable pleasure.
Hiromi groaned into you, fingertips grazing your cervix so your orgasm spread all the way from clit to sore, cramping belly. He felt blood seep out around his hand, spreading into the sheets beneath you. Still, he continued, easing his caresses as he brought you down from your high.
You trembled, one hand rested on your belly, the other arm flung above your head, your skin still fizzing with divine joy. Hiromi withdrew his fingers from you, your pussy clenching, reluctant to let him go. Wiping his fingers on the sheets, you vaguely heard the opening and closing of a drawer, your eyes flicking open as you heard a familiar buzz sound through the dark room.
You moved to sit up, and Hiromi moved over you instantly, caging you in, pinning your arms above your head. His weeping cock rested on your belly. With the light behind him, you could barely see his face, his eyes flinty in the dark.
"You're obviously not soft enough for me to fuck, yet," he hummed, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck, "if you're still trying to sit up." You felt the thick round tip of the wand buzzing against your thigh, sliding agonisingly slowly down to your core.
As the vibrator slipped between your folds, pressing firmly against your clit, you almost screamed with the overstimulation, and Hiromi moaned, teeth pressed to your collarbones as you convulsed. You sobbed with pleasure, feeling the cramps in your belly build, feeling blood seep out of you.
Hiromi lowered his mouth to your breasts again, rolling your nipple with a shudder against his tongue, pulling back so it pinched between his lips, before licking it in again. You felt a drip of pre-cum run down your waist, so wordless with pleasure, that you were totally unable to tell Hiromi you were about to cum again.
You came with a pained sob, your thighs trembling with exertion, and pleasure stabbed through you, dragging you along through a second orgasm. Hiromi cooed, talking you through it, his lips moving against your nipple.
"Good girl, good girl...almost there...just one more...gorgeous." You whimpered, his body hot on yours, still pinned down. He rolled the vibrator in circles, wide, to slow, to wide again, over your clit, making your pleasure vague and distant, then sharp and sweet, and back again.
As Hiromi edged you away from your second orgasm and towards a third, you felt your body become floppy, loose, pliable, as if made of rubber, heavy on these soft pillows. Hiromi ghosted the tip of the vibrator down against your clenching hole, and you cried out, greedily wishing to claim your pleasure back.
"Shhh...trust me. I wouldn't leave you like this," Hiromi hushed, his voice low and sandy against your ear, "hold my hand." Hiromi released your wrists just enough for you to grip his long-fingered hand between his own, and he stayed nose-to-nose with you, as he sunk the wand into your pussy until the vibrations rumbled against your cervix and deep into your womb.
You came with a gasp, your orgasm ruinous and so sudden, that just the lingering flesh-memory of the wand against your clit sent you over the edge. You juddered, whimpering Hiromi's name like a prayer, blinded by pleasure. After what felt like an eternity, Hiromi slipped the wand from you, switching it off and discarding it onto the sheets as he stroked your hands in his, kissing your neck and mumbling soft reassurances into you.
You were warm, fluid and malleable as warm water by the time Hiromi settled between your legs, stroking his wet cockhead between your puffy lips. Hiromi thrummed with anticipation, shoulders clenched, his abs twitching with the exertion of holding back for so long.
"I...I'll be gentle, I'll be so gentle, I promise," he insisted, begging, taking your lazy smile as consent, before sinking into you, bottoming out with a twitching groan. Hiromi laid over you, desperate to be closer, holding your thighs up to clasp his hips.
You let him move you this way, totally pliable in his grasp, Hiromi's rhythmic, rocking hips casting shadows like ocean waves against the wall. You watched the shadows, feeling his cock move deeply within you, feeling the kiss of his cockhead against your plush walls like a balm, soothing you, sedating you.
Hiromi watched you, your candlelit profile, the happy glow on your face, your willingness to be helped by him, lighting a fire within him, and his delayed orgasm crept up his spine with urgency. You felt Hiromi's thrusts hesitate, his hand clasped in yours threatening to untangle, to move to your tender, spent clit again.
Certain that your completion could be achieved through the intimacy of him cumming inside you alone, you held his hand tight, and rocked your hips up to him, replacing the movements lost by his hesitation. Hiromi gasped, given permission to finish, and rolled his hips to meet yours, feeling himself overwhelmed by an innate desire to fill your belly with his seed.
"--perfect, so perfect, thank-- thank you-- fuck, I can't last--" Hiromi's hips stalled with a sandy gasp, feeling the ecstatic rush of his cum through his cock, buckling into you as his face crumpled with pleasure, moaning short sharp moans into your neck. You rolled your hips lazily up around him, the warm balm of his seed in your belly like a lotion, deep and soothing.
Lying in your arms as you trailed your fingertips down his back, Hiromi pressed one long, grateful kiss to your temple, before kneeling back, uttering a husky whine as he pulled out of you. Watching the slow drip of bloodstained cum drip out of you made his cock twitch weakly, another spurt of cum dripping out onto the stained sheets.
"Just...wait here," Hiromi insisted, standing on shaking legs. You lay back, cushioned on clouds, humming to yourself in your delicious afterglow. You heard the patter of the shower, and allowed Hiromi to return and grip your hands, leading you, eyes closed, until you felt the sweet embrace of water down your curves.
Hiromi had pre-prepared, and he pressed a hot flannel to your belly, urging you to hold it there while he cleaned you both with a soft sponge. The water beneath you ran pink. You delighted in the massage of Hiromi's clever fingers across your scalp.
A few minutes later, warm and sated, aching and floating above your own body, you stepped to the bedroom with Hiromi. His hand hovered over the light switch, a curious grin on his face. You caught his eye hesitantly, able to see the white sheets only in shades of black and grey.
A flick, and the room basked in light. You pressed a hand to your mouth, the bedsheets rumpled and decorated with blossoming petals of vibrant red, smears and fingerprints, all evidence of your lovemaking. Hiromi sidled up behind you, resting a chin on your shoulder, nuzzling into your temple.
"Art," he whispered, "we've made art."
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Hiromi coming up for air:
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