#till's tongue 👅

[endlich-allein]

Rammstein, Harley-Davidson Motorcycle Jamboree, 1996

[hees-mine]

More Loser virgin heeseung thoughts

NSFW MDNI hard thought/Drabble

Loser virgin hee: who nearly loses his fucking mind cause he must be dreaming someone must be playing tricks on him. There’s no way that you’re actually taking video requests from your viewers, but no matter how many times he refreshes your page, the options still lingers, a blue button waiting to be clicked on with the price tag reading an amount he doesn’t even pay attention to before he clicks pay.

Loser virgin hee: who sends back to back requests for you to do a blowjob pov, and missionary pov with a bigger dildo so he can really get immersed and imagine it’s him and of course, a doggystyle pov. He loves seeing your pretty little hole getting stuffed from behind.

Loser virgin hee: who, when he receives said requested content, will thank you over and over again even though he knows you’ll never see it, but still he’s grateful for these works of art, a perfect canvas for him to paint in his pearly white.

Loser virgin hee: will cherish the fuck out of those videos, religiously busting a nut to each one every single day. He thinks the amount he’s cum in the last week is probably not healthy, but he can’t stop as he watches you fuck yourself with a new dildo, one much closer to his size.

Loser virgin hee: who can’t stop requesting videos of you, and he doesn’t know what’s dryer, his balls, or his bank account, but that doesn’t matter when he gets a notification that you’re live. He tuned in immediately, ready for a night of endless pleasure. He’s cum so many times in just a few minutes that the overstimulation makes him feel like crying, but he just can’t stop himself when it comes to you.

Loser virgin hee: who at three am is so sleepy but so horny that he pulls back his blankets and his sweats along with boxers to snap a dick pick and send it to you with the caption. “I’m so hard for you, wish I could feel your sweet wet pussy gushing and squeezing around my thick cock, bet it’d feel so much better than that stupid dildo” In his tired brain, he hits the send button, not thinking much of it until he sees a response like a real response, not the automated ones he’s used to. “Hmm, I bet it would 👅💦”

Loser virgin hee: who shoots up from his laying position. Suddenly, he’s not tired anymore, and his shaky hands send a text back. “I’d do you so good, beautiful. You’re so perfect. You deserve everything.” he feels his heart race, waiting for your response. He’s ridiculously nervous yet horny at the same time, which is a first for him, and he slowly tugs on his thick length till it’s fully erected, a bead of precum decorating his tip.

Loser virgin hee: that almost busts his load just from seeing your three dots typing. Your response makes his eyes roll in his head at just the thought. “What would you do to me?” “Take my time with you. Kiss every inch of your perfect body, prep your sweet little hole with my fingers make you cum on my face and my tongue before giving you my cock. I’d feed it in real slowly just to watch your pretty face while my thick cock fills you up, stroke every inch of your walls so deep till your begging for more, till you clamp and squeeze around me till you cum from how good I fuck you.”

Loser virgin hee: who would probably lose it if he knew you were rubbing your thighs together as you read his text. You didn’t usually text with your clients, but since he was your highest paying one, you made an exception. You’re not disappointed, especially when he sends you a video moaning your name as he strokes his cock. It’s thick, long, and veiny, and the drop of precum he spreads on his shaft makes your mouth water. When he cums, shaking while whimpering your name, you feel like you should be the one paying for personal videos of him cause seeing his cum dripping down his throbbing shaft was definitely a sight to see.

Loser virgin hee: who feels as if time has stopped when you tell him. “That was so hot you deserve a reward. How about we video call?” The speed to which he replies is lightning fast, and the next thing you know, he’s setting up a time to call you. This is by far the best night of his life, and he sleeps soundly, but this time, it’s not from the back-to-back orgasms.

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[awakittie]

cw. short, vi’s strap is referred to as a cock, errm short very short

vi’s lips find the junction of your neck, smearing there before gently biting on the same spot. you’re bruised like a peach, purples and pinks littering every inch of your neck and down the column of your shoulders.

you’re soaked, soft walls gripping at every inch she feeds into you. your moans are needy, desperate, and she drinks them up with her soft tongue and plush lips, peppering down your jaw, down the curve of your throat and below.

she ruts into you at an even pace, strokes languid and breathing heavy. your calves find her lower back, folding into the curve and pressing her impossibly closer — just enough to find that sweet spot that has your head tipping back. her cock stretches you in just the right way, molding your walls to every ridge and bump as it works inside.

“vi—“ you start, interrupted by the quick punch of lips on your own, bruising and demanding as they twist against your own.

“shh,” she hushes, hips pushing forward shakily. she settles against the plush of your ass, letting out shuddering breaths as her hands find your thighs. “you’re doing so good, so good for me.”

her praise has you clenching — even if vi can’t quite feel it, she can certainly feel the slick soaking down her crotch, dribbling down her thighs in thin globs.

“fuck, look at the mess you’re making,” she snickers to herself, soothing a hand down your thigh smoothly till it reaches where the two of you connect. she gathers the slick there, bringing two fingers up to your mouth.

vi pulls back just enough to watch as your mouth engulfs them, now soaked in slick and your own saliva. her lips twitch up in a suggestive smirk, tongue dipping out to wet her bottom lip as your tongue fondles and curls around the limbs.

“that’s a good girl.”

A.N im feeling 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂👅

( divider creds: @omi-resources )

[whiskeyskin]

Just One More

Premise: After their passionate affair before the mission, now it's a success, sparks really begin to fly 😏✨

Part Three to "A Practised Tongue" and "Lavender Haze"👅💋

• Gale x afab!reader • Mature rating • Act 3

Reader POV, desire, need, lil' angst, interrupted but need satisfaction, I'm deep-throating and loving it!, beg, admission of feelings, pinv, Gale "erupting".

4.3k words

Much obliged once again to @foxtatodreams for this scandalocious pic of our dear Wizard 😏💜

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•°•°•

Your hand grips Gale's wrist tightly, dragging him behind you, to disappear into the crowd.

You'd been given the code word through the Tadpole that the operation had been a success; that Shadowheart, Wyll, and Astarion had accomplished their side of the mission.

Karlach, Minsc, Halsin and Lae'zel were already back at the Elfsong after a victory their end quite quickly.

You, Gale, Jaheria and Minthara were the last team to leave. However, if they left too conspicuously quickly, there would undoubtedly be questions. Jaheria and Minthara were making way to the food in an attempt to remain in plain sight before returning to camp.

You, however have other plans.

"Where are we going?" Gale asks, sauced intrigue lacing in his voice.

You don't answer. You just keep walking.

A door stands a-jar four feet ahead of you down the quiet corridor and you dash for it, dragging Gale with you. Finding it to be an empty study of some sort and finding this acceptable, you duck in.

Moonlight cascades through the glass doors at the centre of the room; the sconces remaining decidedly unlit.

Gale takes in the room, glancing around the shelves in the dim silver light. You take the moment to hike your dress and glide your peace fingers against the sopping wetness of your folds, before walking confidently towards him.

"Care to tell me what we're doing here? We shouldn't-" He turns and you silence his mouth by placing your fingers barely an inch from his face. Gale freezes, not expecting you to be so close.

"Open." You instruct.

He tilts his head, then realises. His arcane bubble pops around him and a wicked smile curves his lips. He immediately obeys, welcoming the taste of your warm juices.

His eyes roll back into his head slightly, as he suckles, moaning against your digits. You feel his tongue swirling, flicking between the slit of your fingers.

"I've been so disgustingly wet all evening, I hope you know that. As you've been chatting and mingling, I've been driving myself to distraction, fantasizing about what I want to do to you next."

You withdraw your fingers and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in. He instantly meets your fire, seizing your waist tightly and folding you against him.

The frantic pitched moans eliciting from both of you, demonstrating your feverish need for each other.

Pushing him backwards, his thighs hit the desk and he sits atop it, pulling you between his legs and firmly grasping an ample cheek.

You both smirk into the kiss, devious chuckles melding between you.

"What have you been planning to get yourself to riled up? Do share with the class." He parts the kiss to tease, before diving back in.

You wordlessly cup him through his fancy suit trousers, the delectable length hard as granite. Gale gasps against your lips.

"I'm going to devour you, Dekarios." You purr, slightly mad with lust, "I'm going to take the entirety of you down my throat and gag on you till you cum, hard and needy."

You already have the belt undone. His chest is glowing with the familiar purple hue.

"I don't want to hurt you." He protests, licking the sweat forming on his upper lip.

"I want you to," you keen against his mouth, "Gods, I want you to."

"And just what precisely do you think you are doing?" Comes a dry, disgusted voice from behind you.

You both jump and turn to see Minthara's strong stature in the doorway.

"When I saw you drag the Wizard away, this is not what I anticipated was to take place."

"We can explain, Minthara." Gale begins, slightly breathless.

"Do not bother. It clearly speaks volumes to the lack of focus on our mission together and your distinct shortage of respect for your companions. You repulse me." She spits, her chin turned upwards.

"Whoa, what are you talking about?" You shake your head in disbelief, "It's just a little fun."

"Fun?" Minthara's tone dark, foreboding tone freezes your heart, "You focus on fun at this most important juncture? You forsake the fate of all through this world and beyond to Illithid slavery, all because you wish for fun ?" Her gaze withers you to the spot.

Neither of you have anything to say. It wasn't like that, but you could see her point.

"Your distraction in each other this evening could have put this entire operation in jeopardy. I suggest you seriously evaluate your dedication to this group. They have sworn their lives to you. Will you disregard that so easily?" She sneers down her nose, eyes flitting between you.

"Of course not." You answer, ashamed.

"Never. You're right, Minthara. This will only distract us from what is truly important. Defeating the Netherbrain." He releases you and steps away. Your heart drops uncomfortably in your chest and your expression with it.

"Then I suggest quelling this ridiculous romance, and focusing on our task. Follow me." She barks, walking away militantly.

•°•

Two days pass.

You and Gale wordlessly decide to stay in opposite splits of the party; it was for the best.

Minthara's words had cut deep, as they often tended to do. The Drow certainly had a brutal honesty about her.

Sitting in the middle of the room, when everyone else had gone to bed hours ago, you stare blankly at the flames to your left. You sigh.

"Gods, it's not that bad, is it?" Shadowheart's joking lilt comes from your right.

Jerking to look, you paste a smile, "No, just sighing is all."

Shadowheart tilts her head, a sleepy expression on her face, "You've been downright miserable since the Ball the other day. What's happened?" She asks, with a new sense of softness since her journey with Shar's torment had ended.

"Nothing's happened." You answer, trying sound casual.

"That was almost convincing," she jokes, then places a hand on yours, "Look, my friend. Whatever it is that's making you miserable, I suggest you face it. Trust me, there's no forgetting about it. No matter how hard you try. And come tell me about it when you're ready." She smiles warmly, pats your hand and leaves with a swish of her braid.

You purse your lips, and sigh again through your nose, deciding to take some air.

You silently leave the room and make your way to the roof of the Elfsong, the cool night air welcome on your skin. It was decidedly empty at this time of night, the patron's long gone from their night of revelry.

You step out past the floral covered trestles, to find that your silent haven in the city's still night, wasn't just yours alone.

Gale stands with his back to you, leaning against his forarms over the side. He sighs deeply and glances up to the moon, and mutters something you can't quite hear.

You consider walking away, but something traitorous inside calls out, "Can't sleep either?"

His gaze swivels to look at you, his handsome features wide, "Oh, you startled me." He huffs a short laugh and covers his heart with his hand. His robe is wide and loose around his chest, the moonlight glinting off his warm skin.

"Sorry, I'll leave." You mutter, retreating backwards.

"No!" He calls out, hand outstretching, "Stay."

You pause, the shadow of the wooden pergola streaking your face. You swallow and step back out, crossing your arms over your own robes, a tight smile on your face. Stepping towards him, you jut your hip against the low wall.

"What brings you up here in the wee hours then?" You ask, attempting polite conversation.

"Ah, well. There's a question." He replies, gently pulsing his fist on the stone top, "The big question." He mutters to himself.

Gods, he's beautiful.

The way the silver light shines across him; his grey streaked hair, his warm brown eyes, the musculature of his chest. It painfully panged through your sternum and made you wince, sucking you lips between your teeth.

"Why are you seeking reprieve up here?" He ventures, smiling falsely.

You can't bare it. The charade of it all.

"Oh, let's cut the crap, Gale. We both know why we're up here. We're miserable." You profess, gesturing out your arms, "What Minthara said when she caught us sneaking off.. it was harsh but true. We let our feelings get in the way of the goal - me especially - and now it's like we can't be in the same vicinity as each other without feeling shitty about it." You walk back under the flower adorned pergola, to perch on the arm of a chair.

Gale nods, following you in and leaning against the wood, "And now containing our feelings for one another.. is making life unbearable." He looks crestfallen, thumbing a flower bud that hadn't bloomed.

You scrunch your eyes closed, and sigh out again, "Absolutely miserable." You agree, dejectedly.

"Positively intolerable." He agrees, morosely.

You look out over the gabled roofs and houses stretching out into the distance, all but a few dim in the night.

"So, it stands to reason," Gale begins, "that in our current state of malcontent, we're actually endangering the group far worse.."

You blink twice, letting his words pierce your foggy misery, "Pardon?"

"It could be argued that our dower moods are actively destroying morale amongst our companions.." He persists, inching closer.

Your posture straightens, intrigued, "We could be causing more harm by denying ourselves, than if we just allowed it?" You offer in questioning agreement.

"Quite so," he nods, "From personal experience, I know with certainty that Minsc has been taking our sour moods to heart, as has Wyll, as matter of fact." He punctuates his statement with a pointed finger pacing aside a soft, red blanket abandoned on the floor.

"You know, now you mention it," you start, sliding to stand, "Shadowheart just said that I shouldn't hide from whatever is making me unhappy. She noticed too."

Gale gestures his palms at you, "You see! We're destroying our peers with our despondency."

"Clearly we are." You nod several times, grapsing your chin in faux thoughtfulness, "You know, I think Minthara interrupting us like that caused a sort of 'unfinished business' between us, if you will."

Gale's arcane bubble flickers around him, a familiar glow threatening under the cover of his robe, "Mhm, mhm. I see what you mean. You mean to say that as we didn't get to resolve our burgeoning attraction, there's an almost irreverent longing to conclude that lingering undiscoveredness." His breathing is shallow and his eyes are searching, "And that if we removed the distraction of the unknown, we could move passed our.." There was barely six inches between the heat of your bodies, "need." He finishes, eyes boring down on yours.

"Fuck it." You moan, rushing to meet him.

He expects you, and wraps his arms around your waist, as you swoop your arms high to engulf him in a passionate kiss. Tongues encircle and mate with each other, as hands explore and delve.

Parting his robe, you reveal his chest proper, tearing your lips away from his and suckering onto the bright, burning orb in his chest. His hands instinctively wind into your hair, as you trace your tongue along the illuminated shape of Karsus' mark on his perfect body.

"Oh, Gods. I've missed your touch. How could I miss something I barely got to experience?" He questions to no one.

"Because we were denied, sweetheart. But we need this. We need to finish it. Finish it and we'll be fine." You rant, dropping to your knees.

Gale's breath hitches and he braces against the table; a poetic symmetry in the switching of your positions.

Untying the loose knot hanging low on his hips, you open the robe to unveil his navy, loose sleeping bottoms; the telltale tenting of the soft material obvious.

Wasting no time, you yank down his trousers and underwear, till they pool at his feet. His cock stands to attention, rigid and proud. He kicks out of his clothes hurriedly, moaning through clenched teeth.

You look up at him through lidded gaze, as he returns it with purple fire blazing through him.

Gods, he looks like perfection. Wisdom, and courage, and beauty. He deserves to be adored. To be worshipped.

You place your hands on his muscular thighs, gliding your touch around and back. You press hot, suckling kisses to the inner meat, trailing your tongue behind.

His legs twitch and he groans out, "Oh, oh."

Sitting up a little on your toes, your lips trail to the tight lines of his obliques.

"I love these," you whisper, ghosting your fingertips over the dents, "the first time I saw you bathing in the river, I wanted to fall to my knees and lick them till you begged me to stop." You admit, hoarse with lust.

"I'd much rather beg you to start."

A playful giggle rumbles in your chest, "Go on then."

"Please. Please. I have no will to refuse you here. Please." He immediately pleads, eyebrow creasing upward.

"Please, what?" You ask, mouth against his skin, hands squeezing his taut buttocks.

Gale gestures his hand and an image of you with a ravenous look in your eye appears in his palm.

"I'm going to devour you, Dekarios." Your image moans, "I'm going to take the entirety of you down my throat and gag on you till you cum, hard and needy. I'm going to devour you, Dekarios. I'm going to take-"

He closes his hand with a flourish and the magic snuffs out, he maintains eye contact with you, "That, please."

You smirk, slightly embarrassed but more than a little flattered, "How many times have you played that?"

"Hundreds." He answers flatly, "A man hears that and can't easily forget it." He irks a brow to you.

"It would be the greatest of pleasures to gag on your perfect cock, Mr. Dekarios." You tip your head to the side in a bow.

"I meant what I said, I don't want to hurt you." He insisted, thumbing your cheek.

"You won't, trust me; I enjoy it. The desperation you feel from the bliss I'm giving you, is a big arousal point for me."

Gale swallows and his breath quickens, "That will not be a problem."

"I have one condition though; if I tap on your leg twice," you demonstrate, "I need to stop. Understand? There's a fine balancing act between breathing and blowing." You titter at your own small joke, which he graciously replies with his own, "Unless I specifically do that; please, don't stop. You're not hurting me."

"I promise." Gale nods with a fierce assurance, blue and lavender cutting aross his features.

With the conversation, his thick cock wilts slightly but you soon have his full attention once more. Laving your tongue across his skin, while your fingers graze his testicles.

Gale's hips twitch as you gentle squeeze his sac within your grasp, he airs out a long moan at the contact. The flushed tip of his cockhead swollen and leaking, you brush your tongue over the slit, tasting the salty mix.

"Gods." He chokes out, his eyes streaking to the skies.

You wish you could temper your desires, to drag this out torturously until he's practically ready to cum from teasing but Gods if you hadn't waited long enough already.

You wrap your lips and tongue around his engorged tip, your hand around the length, the other still massaging his balls.

A tense, shuddering sigh flows from Gale, as you try to start slowly.

Your hand and mouth work in tandem, drawing him deeper into your mouth. The velvet feel of his cock against your tongue, as Gale's breathing tenses above you.

Settling onto your legs proper, looking up at the gorgeous Wizard above you, you angle your throat to prepare. Your pussy already wet from anticipation, slightly cool from the night air under your nightgown.

Gale reaches a hand towards your face, and brushes back the hair in your face. He smiles at you; a sweet, simple smile, that has you weak and willing to do anything for this incredible man.

Still working his cock with your mouth, you take your hand from his length and reposition his to the back of your head. A gentle, "oh" noise leaves the back of his throat, as you do. The mark pulses and his eyes darken like coals in the shadow and moonlight. He firms his grip with a hungry flick of his tongue over his lip.

Maintaining eye contact, you attempt to dive for the kill. Relaxing your throat, breathing out and calming your reflex, you begin to gulp down the length of him.

Gale gasps, as the vision that was you consuming the entirety of his dick, stares back at him with an intentional glint of devious mischief.

Your hands switch to forcefully grab his hips, and start to pump them forwards. Your throat tries to resist as you swallow around his girth, pricking tears in your eyes. The sensation twitches your pussy, the wetness between your legs growing.

Gale understands quickly and takes the initiative to mimic the movement. The feeling of his plump head hitting the back of your throat, ripples gooseflesh across your skin. It puckers your nipples, your eyes rolling and jaw slack as he takes over.

Gods, you love this part.

He sees the reaction wave over you and clearly grows in confidence, his grip on you head more firm and controlled.

You roll your head to bob with the rhythm of his thrusts, a high, garbled moan sounding from your stuffed throat.

As you breathe on a long out-stroke, you bare down, as he continues to pound into your mouth. Sloppy, debauched noises, snapping hips, grunts and hedonistic moans echo into the night air.

Gale picks up speed, and you meet his stroke. He whines in desperation, sucking in breath and cursing.

You're determined to take all of him, and summon the strength to do precisely as he requests. Gagging and jerking, you dig your fingertips into the curve of his ass and attempt the last inch. His other hand now fisted into your hair, he helps by pushing you deeper.

Your nose brushes the curls at the base, his cock fully seated in your throat. Tears stream down your face, as he fucks himself inside your mouth. Saliva drips down his sac and onto your chest and legs.

You begin to moan, vibrating the back of your throat, tongue flat and strong. You encourage him, gently patting his ass to bolster the effect.

Desperate moans tremble from Gale as he looks upward, straining his neck. The delicious curve of his throat, the bob of his Adam's apple while he moans. You can see from his body language, he was tettering on the very edge.

He shoots his gaze down to you, "I'm going to-" is all he managed before his face contorts with sheer ecstacy, his thighs tense and his hips splutter.

A soundless boom of bright violet and cerulean light erupts from his chest, as he calls out your name and censored expletives, as he raggedly pumps his load down your throat.

You feel the pulsing against your tongue and the warmth hitting the back. He twitches and pulls his teeth tight against the stimulation he feels at you skillfully milking every last drop of his cum.

Relinquishing his cock from your throat, you suckle on his tip, and release it with a soft pop. It bobs in front of you, spent.

Thank the gods he was seated against the table, or there was a high chance he would probably collapse.

"Oh, dear and cursed gods above and below. That was indescribable." He babbles, his hand his woven in your hair.

You gently ease off your calves, leaning up to press soft kisses against his lower belly. Gale sighs and blinks hard against the night sky.

Dabbing your eyes and cheeks with your sleeve, you quickly reorient yourself, pushing off the floor to stand.

There is a brief moment between you, before Gale sweeps his head underneath to capture you in a passionate, all-consuming kiss. His hands grasp your sides and wrap you in closely, as yours snake around his neck. Your tired tongue playfully meets and bonds with his, as he kisses you long and slow.

You part with a gasp, a smile on both your faces, "That is definitely better than moping around for days." You quip, barely above a whisper.

Gale hums in agreement, "Indubitably." His hand glides down your thigh and hooks underneath your robe, "Now you."

He pauses at the apex of your mound, and raises his brows expectantly, "Beg." He instructs.

You irk a brow and purse your lips in a sideways smirk. Remembering the discarded blanket on the floor, you push off him and begin to untie your robe.

His eyes hungrily follow you back, watching intently as you drop it to the floor, revealing your thin strapped nightie. You cross your hand across your chest, making a point to glide your fingers over the arch of your breasts and push the straps down your arms. The thin material falls away, revealing your nipples, peaked against the cool Baldurian night.

"Please, Gale. Lay your hands on me, show me how much you missed me."

You gently shuck off the nightie, and stand before him completely exposed.

Your heart was racing.

Stupid though it was, this was a truly vulnerable moment for you.

Of course, you'd had his mouth, fingers and cock inside you. You'd already had sex. But there had been a clothing barrier between you. Now there was nothing. Now there was just you.

You took a steadying breath, and wait in anticipation as he still perches on the small table, watching you.

"Lie down, please. Legs spread." He instructs, pushing off the surface and standing tall.

You do as he askes and lay on the red blanket, parting your legs with bent knees.

He wordlessly kneels down before you, grabbing an orange pillow as he descends. He covers your body with his and gestures the pillow at you. Obliging, he places it beneath your head for you with a smile that crinkles his eyes.

Your heart swells and aches to look at him. Could you have fallen in love with him so quickly? Or has it been slowly since the moment you pulled him from that rock?

Has it been in the moments between moments? The unseen parts for no one else's eyes.

In conversation, in banter, in laughter? In the big things like protecting you in battle, or the small things like a pillow for your comfort?

"I love you." You admit, unable and unwanting to keep it in.

For what feels like an age, an agonising age; the world is silent.

Tears form silently in his eyes, as his smile turns wistful and joyful.

"I love you." He responds, tearfully.

He kisses you, quite unlike the others. There is truth and heart and unhidden love contained within it. Breath and heat, lips and hunger.

His fingers trace down the rises and falls of your body before two fingers crest over your curls and glide down the swollen lips of your soaking pussy.

Without any resistance, his digits are welcome in the warmth of your walls. The kiss deepens as his fingers tease your soft spot, and his thumb draws circles on your clit. You moan against his mouth, as pleasure radiates outward from your core.

He strokes your walls, gently pumping his hand and flexing his thumb in perfect rhythm. You were already so aroused from deep throating his delicious cock, it wouldn't take you long to finish.

Your breathing becomes erratic as pleasure pushes in on you, the chill of the air no longer affecting your body.

Suddenly, there was an absence within you as Gale removes his fingers. You whine in disappointment, only to feel the pressure of his cockhead seconds later.

His thickness fills you in no time from how wet and ready you were, both of you moan in wanton bliss as your bodies truly reconnect.

"Oh Gods, Gale. I've missed you. I want you. I want you. I love you." You ramble, his hips forcefully rolling against yours.

"Oh, I've missed you too. I love you, I love you. I've always loved you." He replies, wrapping his arms your back to pull you closer to him.

Filled with his perfect length, you match his speed and force, euphoria building together.

Chorusing your love and adoration for each other, electricity pulsing between you, the precipice of orgasm rapidly hurtling towards you both.

Sweat glistening in his periwinkle blaze, breath choppy; your body and souls connect in an inconceivable torrent of devotion, friendship and passion. Your orgasm hits a split second after his, as you both cum hard and ragged, calling to each other in a blissful cacophony of joy and elation.

Gale barely holds himself above you, as the purple haze of magic from his orgasm hangs around you both. Your muscles tremble, recovering from the devastating peak you shared.

Your face buries in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of his damp hair. Gale bumps his head against yours, kissing your jaw to you mouth. Sloppy lips press open-mouthed kisses, barely able to function.

He rearranges himself slightly, leaning on his forearm but remaining pressed deep inside. You reach your hand to softly fist his hair long hair in your grasp, the other tracing the light ember lines of Karsus' mark on his eye and cheek.

A wave of profound sadness washes over you and unable to hold back, you choke out, "Don't leave me." Thinking of his intended task ahead.

"Unless you ask me otherwise, I shall not leave your side, my love." He takes your hand from tracing his face and presses a kiss to it.

"Never." You reply, barely above a whisper.

"Then never shall I leave you." He dips down to kiss you again, swallowing any more protests.

And for that night, the world was only made for them.

•°•°•

I'm a sucker for happy ending 😚 Speaking of sucking and happy endings.. want more?

[diejager]

OMG FINALLY!! *muach muach* oh my actually I'm a bit nervous and excited now lolol. Uhm—well since your request is open can I have Pyra head and Michael Myers (separately) chasing survivor!reader in trial but they just ignore the other survivors, solely chasing reader till the end of game. Something dark and lustful lingers around those two killers and you just don't know why! By the end of the game, the other survivors manage to escape to the campfire safely, however reader got stuck alone with the killer. When they finally catch you, oh shall you know all your hopes may shatter to pieces. You think this is the end, in the hands of ruthless killer chosen by Entity. But why their face (in pyra head's case it's his helmet) getting closer to your face and what make it's more confusing something comes out of that mask (i.e. a long tendril similar to tongue). Breath kink but instead of hand choking or strangulation, you choked on their tongue 👅

Feel free to ignore this if you still don't open req for dbd fandom

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You are feeding me ambrosia with this sunnie!!! I have a weak spot for both of them, but-but- the Unknown??? Any thoughts????

Cw: DARKFIC?(it’s dbd, what do you expect??), DUB-CON/NON-CON, predator/prey, implied death, obsessive behaviour, choking?, super long tongue??, size kink/difference, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1.5k

You were… unlucky. The Entity seemed to rejoiced in your pain more than any other survivor, feeding on your dashed hope for an escape from the perpetual cycle death and sacrifice, the painful sting on being slashed, the horrifying fate of being killed by the killer’s weapon of choice or the terrifying agony of being hooked. It was a painful affair, being the subject of her perverse protection, locked away in her universe to feed and be fed, blood for blood —quid pro quo.

But at times, your moments in her dark world was warm and charming like the people who gathered at the campfire, sharing their skills and abilities to keep the others alive throughout the…trials. The small moments stolen within the fog to keep yourself up and going, and happy, little smiles and bubbly laughs. It made trials easier, to know that the people who were screaming and working had your back in and out of them, to know what they would do made working in teams better and reassuring. 

And yet- and yet it was all for nought, the killer had eyes for you only, stalking and following you with his arm raised despite the others coming between you two to stop him from maiming you. Unfortunately, The Shape - Micheal Myers - in all his ghostly glory and dirty suit, was a creature of obsession, of predatory possession that gave him a one track mind, tunnelling the person who he chose as his obsession; and you happened to be his choice of madness these last round, even when Laurie was with you. 

There were some pros and cons with his constant stalking, the quiet steps echoing not so far behind you while they worked on the generators, unbothered and safe fro Myers, but you were stuck kitting him, running away from him by jumping over windows and dropping palettes wherever you could stun him to give you just a few more seconds of distance. He grew so, so close on multiple occasions, you felt his breath and his dark and imposing figure behind you, but he never once struck you down with his big knife. 

It wasn’t so bad as long as he didn’t hit you, letting you run around and avoid the other three until they finished all five generators and opened the gates, the bell ringing loudly over your head, and even then, he ignored everyone for you. He, somehow, managed to corner you, to far from both gates and your teammates who you - in a desperate plea for a win - had yelled out to leave and let you find the hatch or run to a gate if things got didn’t worsen. Which had left you alone, ears ringing and head beating against your cage, cornered and afraid of the giant who stared you down with a red gleam in the dark pits of his eyes.

Every step he took backed you up further against the rugged wall of a house - his childhood home - and pressed himself against you, the rough texture of his suit irritating your skin as he dropped the knife to touch you, running over his course fingers down your shoulders. Myers was scarily touchy, pads digging into the fat of your hips, groaning and grunting as he ground against you, drinking in your whimpers and hisses, fists hitting his chest without any result. Was it so surprising? He was a monster, a devil’s spawn, who had you in hands, a uselessly struggling victim that was too weak to stop him. 

His game of cat and mouse came to an end, where you forgot what you were initially doing, choking around his thick fingers, the filthy taste hitting you harshly as his jabs. He pressed his fingers down the back of your throat, panting loudly at your gags and rutting his fattening cock on your navel. You shuddered at the feel of it, the thick bulge threatening to pop a button off his jumpsuit, and you feared, you were terrified at your wandering thoughts, the implication of it when faced with a beast like Myers. 

Ding

Then the final call rang, a long and echoing sound that called the end of the trial. It was quiet for a few seconds, and all you felt was pain, agony ripping through you as The Entity swallowed you up with her many arms. The last thing you saw was Myers bulge, pushed to your bloodied lips and filling your dying nose with a thick and heady musk, a metallic and dusty smell that would linger on your tongue. 

You had hoped that she would give you a second, let you bask in the worry and affection the other survivors gave you, her whispers summoning you elsewhere in a drowning cloud of black fog and sent into your next match, placed somewhere in Midwich Elementary School. The many winding halls and rusted metal worked to confuse the survivors and killers alike, leaving only a selected few who were familiar with this realm. You crossed path with James a few times, but you knew he wouldn’t have given an offering for this, it was a sore memory for him, a reminder of his sins and regrets. So that left a single open left: Pyramid Head, the wandering executioner in the halls of Midwich, sentient and brutal in his ways.

He was a monster everyone feared, something created from the mind of a tortured man rather than a human turned monster, he was born a nightmare and would perish as one. That’s why you hid whenever you heard the telltale sound of his rusted great sword drag across the floor, knowing he had chosen you as his obsession and was actively turning a blind eye to the other survivors. You heard a few screams here and there, but he hadn’t downed anyone, seemingly to prefer leaving them half dead and limping to the next generator or survivor to heal.

You were doing well, working with Jane on the third machine, smiling to each other and sending encouraging glances while you looked over your shoulders from time to time, but your luck had run out. Pyramid Head stumbled your way, his head bobbing over the thick cords of his shoulders and chest, sinewy muscles bulging with every move. You both ran, Jane up the stairs and you down the hall, and he followed you. It was a familiar feeling, being the chased obsession of a killer, singled out by him to be the victim of his choosing.

Unfortunately, The Executioner never truly relished in the hunt, prowling fast and hard, ready to kill whoever he crossed, yet, strangely, he hadn’t raised his great sword, chasing you down a hall and into a dead end. You were fucked. Oh so terribly fucked if your assumptions were right. You turned to face Pyramid Head, fearfully glaring at him, eyes scouring the open space around him for a small point to slip away. You felt your small star of hope extinguish when he suddenly appeared before you, moving faster than he usually would, blocking your way with his body. 

He was hard and warm under your palms, his laboured breathing resting on your shoulder in his dazed wandering, his ripped and bloody and filthy arms brushing against yours and feeling you up. You closed your eyes in terror, trying your best to snuff out your thoughts and the feeling of his touches, his fingers pinching and kneading the skin of your hips and thighs, slipping behind to occasionally feel your ass bend under his strong hands. You whimpered, raking your nails down his arms, trying and failing to stop him from going forward with his wants, turning your head away from him. 

It seemed like he didn’t like that, forcing a gasp out of you when a wet appendage lapped at your cheek, leaving a slimy trail of drool until you reacted to him, gaping and hissing at him; and he took your shock and disgust to his advantage, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You retched, throat closing around his tongue, thrusting slowly to the back of your throat and up to spread over your palate. He lathered your mouth in his drool, willing your smaller and less nimble tongue to push at him, choking down any cries or gags from the sheer disgust that filled your guts (despite the small spike of arousal in your guts). 

You wanted to scream about your situation, this fucked up situation you keep finding yourself with monsters like The Shape and The Executioner. Why you? Why you out of everyone else? You weren’t as significant or strong and determined as other survivors, so it confused and worried you, if they would force themselves onto you again and again until they either broke you or moved onto another poor survivor. But perhaps- just perhaps you could make something of it, seeing the thick pole that poked at your stomach, poking from under his loose loincloth and wetting it with a dark spot at the tip.

You loathed The Entity and her plans. 

[the-fiction-witch]

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Media - House Of The Dragon AU Character - Gwayne Hightower Couple - Gwayne X Reader Reader - Y/n (GF) Rating - 18+ Masturbating/ Sexting/ nudity Word Count - 2364

Gwayne lay down on the bed inside the guest room, letting out a sigh after a long day of dealing with his sister and the general chaos of the family having gathered under one roof. He didn’t really want to be involved in it all even just after two days of it he was already ready to pack his things into his car and scamper under the cover of night. But he knew he had to stay, he’d never near the end of it if he didn’t.

He pulled out his phone, the first time since arriving he’d even had the chance to look at it. And he saw one new message -

Y/n (Darling 💜) -

“Hey, how's Kings Landing?”

Gwayne (Hubby 💚) -

“It’s wonderful. So happy to be home 🫠 I swear to god it gets worse every time I visit, I’m surprised no one killed each other over dinner.”

“Aww yeah that does sound awful, are you okay though Gwayne? No trouble?”

“No trouble. Nothing to worry your pretty little head over, 😘”

“But I can't even give you a cuddle and a kiss to make you feel better 😥”

“I miss cuddling with you and receiving your kisses. Your embrace always makes my worries and concerns melt away and I feel safe in your arms.”

“Awww 😘😘”

“Your kisses are my favourite things in the world. They always make my heart flutter. I love you. 💋💖💞❤️‍🔥”

“Aww love you too Gwayne, 🥰💕 I'm sure it won't be too long till you can come home to Oldtown”

“Yes, although it's only been two days since I left Oldtown, it feels like a very long time. I miss you, my love. I can't wait to come back to Oldtown and see you again. When I return, I'll give you the tightest hug I can give, and then cover your face and neck with countless kisses.”

“I'll hold you to that 😘, it is very lonely here all by myself, I miss you 😥 the bed is far too big without you”

“When I come back to Oldtown, the first thing I'll do is give you the biggest, tightest hug I can give, then I'll cover your face and neck in countless kisses, and then, I'll pull you onto our bed and hold you in my arms all night. I miss you too. My days are far too long without you. All I can look forward to is hugging you tightly and giving you many kisses. 😘💖💞❤️‍🔥”

“Just hold me? Or will you do other things in our bed to show me how much you missed me Gwayne? 😈”

“Oh, I'll definitely do other things, my love. I'll show you how much I missed you with more than just hugs in bed. 😈”

“Ooooh ☺️”

“Indeed. My lips, my hands and my tongue will show you just how much I missed you while I was at Kings Landing. 💋👅😋”

“I'm sure you will, you do have such skills in that area 😝😈😘”

“My skills in that area are even better when I miss you. And I've missed you an awful lot lately. 😈😘🥰❤️‍🔥💋”

“Perhaps I should be a little mean 😉☺️😈💕”

Y/n then sent a photo of her in their bedroom in her green silk nightie

“Perhaps you should. 😈😘”

Gwayne replies with a photo, showing him sitting on the bed, dressed only in his jeans, leaning back, with his hands holding his hair and biting his lip 😋

“Awww now your being mean 😭 how can you show me that and not let me cuddle up and lay in my favourite spot 😭”

“Oh, we'll definitely cuddle up and lay in your favourite spot when I get back to Oldtown, my love. 😋🥰😘❤️‍🔥 And I'll kiss your hair and neck and face and give you many hugs and kisses, I promise. I'll love you all night. But, I will admit that being this far away from you is making me quite playful and naughty in our texts. 😈😘”

“I can tell 💜 naughty boy 😈”

“Oh, it's not my fault. You bring out the naughty in me, my love. 🥰😈😘 You make me want to be playful and frisky with you. 😈😋❤️‍🔥 And it's not my fault that I know you love it when I act naughty. 😏😘”

“Did you want me to stop? 😝”

Y/n sends another photo this one her nightie is tight against her body revealing her every curve and lack of bra, biting her lips as she wears his favourite purple lipstick

“Oh, please don't stop, my love. 😈😘”

Gwayne can't help but let out a little moan when he sees the new photo. He leans back and lets out a loud sigh, before replying with a photo this one showing Gwayne's lower body as he lies on his back, his jeans now pulled down a little, revealing his V and stomach,

“Oohh Gwayne 😘😘 didn't realise you missed me that badly 😉 what's going on in that lovely picture then? 💜”

“Oh, I can't help it. Seeing you in your lovely photos is making me miss you awfully. 😍😘😏”

“Awww you poor thing 😘😘😘”

“Yes. Without you, I'm in quite a desperate state, my love. 🥺😘💜”

The response is a photo of Gwayne's face with an exaggerated pout. A small drop of drool at the corner of his mouth

“Awww your drooling over me darling 💜 my poor desperate Gwayne all lovely and hard without his lady 😘😘 This you - 🤤😍”

Y/n then sent a picture of her blowing him a kiss with only he hands concealing her from the waist up,

Gwayne has to take several deep breaths before he replies to her latest photo. He bites his lower lip hard

“Oh, my love. Your photos are going to be the end of me. 💜💜😘”

Another photo follows, this one showing his lower body again, his jeans pulled down a little more, with one hand clearly inside them

“Oooh busy boy I see 😘👋”

“Well, I'm quite helpless to not be a naughty boy when I see your lovely photos. I can't exactly keep my hands to myself, now can I? 😈😘💜”

The photo he replies with shows his torso and head. His lower lip is very red from how hard he is biting it, there's a soft flush to his face, and his hair is now messy and dishevelled

“Can I see? 🥺 You know how much I love watching you play with it 😍😘”

“Of course you can, my love. How can I say no to you? ☺️💜😘”

A video follows, starting with Gwayne's face, looking at her while biting his lip, with a clear look of intense, barely contained need on his face. Slowly, the camera pans out and down his body, until it reached his lower body, and shows his hand in his jeans The camera then moves again, this time showing his hand moving and his lower body arching up from the bed, until he lets out an intense little gasp and his muscles contract, followed by him letting out a long, low moan

“Ooohh Gwayne darling 😘😘😘💕 i should have known you missed be that badly my poor poor darling so desperate without me 💜🍆”

“Ohhh, yes. I'm very desperate without you, my love. 😣💜😘 Gods, I need you right now. 💜💜💜”

Y/n sends a video of her own she blows him a kiss and then pulls back her hands letting him see her bare breasts

“This what you miss so much darling 😘😘🍼”

“Oh oh oh 🤤😍💜💜💜”

After watching it, Gwayne is completely lost for a moment, his mind clouded. It takes a while before he responds, and all he can write, is an incoherent jumble of letters, clearly typed one-handed

“My love. I'm so sorry for my incoherent message just now. I just couldn't type anything after seeing you in that video. You're too damned gorgeous. 💜💜🔥🔥🔥”

“Awww 😘😘😘 my poor Gwayne all lonely and desperate 😭 but we both know why you were only typing one-handed 👋 the other ones busy isn't it? 🍆”

“Oh gods. Yes. Yes it is. 😘😘😈💜🍆 I miss you so much, my love. I need you so badly.”

“My poor darling 😘 how about a little something to help you? 🍾”

Y/n then sends a little video as she pushes the nightie away completely and lets the camera see everything, she moves to start slowly rubbing on her slit and the video ends just as she softly moans his name

“Ohohohhoh. Ohhh gods. Yes. Please 😍💜🥰😘”

Gwayne is almost completely lost when he watches the video, and has to take a little time to recover, before he responds

“My love. That was absolutely wonderful, but it's made me need you even more now. You're amazing, my goddess 😍💜💜”

“If you send me a video I'll send you one too, if you hurry I'll let you watch me ⛲”

“Ohhh yes. I'll send it. I can't wait to see more of you 💜”

The video Gwayne sends starts with his face. He's flushed, his hair is a mess and there's a clear look of desperate need in his eyes. After letting her see his face, the camera then slowly travels down his body, until it reaches his lower body, and shows his hand busy with his hard cock,

“Awww my poor darling 😘😘”

She replies with her own video showing her thrusting her fingers inside herself,

“Ohh, my love. You're so good to me. 💜💜💜”

His own breathing is becoming erratic, and his hand picking up speed as he watch her video again, and again

she then sent a cute little picture of a small silicone toy on their bedsheets

“Can I? As your not here... Pretty please 🥺🥺😘”

“Oh, my love. You can do whatever you want. I don't mind one bit. As long as I can watch you do it, I'd be happy. 💜😘”

“😘💜”

Y/n sends the video, showing off everything, she first gives the toy a kiss and then moves it down her body and begins to work showing him everything form the perfect angle as she loudly moans his name

“Mmmmm ohhhhhh. You're so good to me, my love. 💜💜💜💜”

He can't take his eyes off the video, he's clearly completely lost as he watches her, and his hand is beginning to move faster, while he lets out some soft moans of his own, He watches the video a few times, his breathing becoming more deep and erratic while he does. After a few repeats of it, his free hand moves up to gently and desperately grip his hair, while his imagination is no doubt full of her, and his intense need and desire to be with her. Soon, he can't keep just watching the video on his phone anymore, he has to set it down, so he can use both hands while he still watches the screen. His body is visibly shaking with need, and his head thrown back a little bit

“Ohhhh my love. I need you so badly, my darling. My sweet, beautiful, perfect, incredible, gorgeous love. 💜💜💜💜😘”

He's so lost in this moment, his breathing is getting faster by the second, and he's biting his lower lip again, staring at her video on his screen, with intense, needy desire

“Aww my desperate darling, 😘 I need you too. Please let me watch you when you do it you know how I love seeing it 🍾”

“Oh yes, my love. You can watch me. I'd love nothing more than for you to see me like that. 💜😘❤️‍🔥😈”

He's completely lost, his eyes fixed on the little video she sent, as he moves a bit faster, watching himself on his phone while he looks at her video, thinking intently of her, and missing her so badly in this moment

Y/n sends another video much more fast and intense letting him see everything as she squeals and whines getting closer

“Ohohohh ohhhhhh. You're so good to me my love. You're so perfect. I need you so bad. 💜💜💜💜😘😘😘”

He's completely lost in the moment, his body trembling and quivering as he moves a bit faster, watching himself on his phone, while he looks at her video, his eyes fixed intently on it while his breath comes out in gasps, moans, and desperate sighs

she sent the next video and this on tipped him over, as she touched and used the toy which sent her screaming his name as she orgasmed,

“Ohohohhhhh mmmm ohhh gods. Oh, my love. 💜💜💜💜”

He lets out a string of words which are mostly her name, or things like "I love you", or "I need you" and "you're perfect". As he made sure to send over the video as he came across his stomach, His body is still shaking, and the sounds he's making would give the game away if anyone heard him, He takes a few moments to recover after the video, letting out a few soft gasps for air, and breathing heavily. He looks completely wrecked, utterly spent, but at the same time, still filled with need with want for her

Y/n sent him a picture of her utterly spent her toy beside her, a wet patch on their bed, and blowing him a kiss

He's completely stunned by the look on the picture, and he can't stop himself from moaning out loudly when he looks at it. He just stares at it for a while, before replying with a photo of his bare chest and stomach, as he lies on his bed. He's breathing heavy, and clearly still recovering from the moment, but she can tell he absolutely loves everything he sees

“Awww all messy 🍾🍾 and I'm not there to clean you up 🥺 however will my darling clean up without me 👅🫦”

“Oh my love, you have no idea how I want you here to clean me up. I can barely get off this bed to clean myself up without you. You're too good to me. 💜💜💜🔥😘😋”

“Ohh my love. You're too good to me. I need to find some way to reward you the moment I'm back home. 💜💜💜💜”

“And I don't have you to clean me up either 🥺 and my little toy is nothing compared to my sweet Gwayne 😘😘”

“You’re Sweet 😘 You really tried me out darling ❤️‍, I’m gonna get some sleep I’ll text you in the morning Okay?”

Y/n (Darling 💜) -

“Aww Okay, Goodnight Gwayne, love you 😘😘😘”

She sends over a cute photo of her cuddled in bed blowing him a kiss,

So he quickly sends one back to her,

Gwayne (Hubby 💚) -

“Goodnight Darling, Love you more 😘😘😘” 

[autieofthevalley]

WELL, MY LEGS ARE DIVORCED AND MY TONGUE IS OUT FOR REAL RIGHT NOW 👹

IM LICKING HIM TILL HIS SKIN IS DRY LIKE THE SAHARA DESERT AND MILKING HIS COCK TILL IT LOOKS LIKE A STRAW 👅🫦❤️‍🔥

[prodbyton]

maybe im biased but eunseok nd seunghan 3some… they would treat u so GOOOOD🤰🏽

EUNHANI 😫👅

youd have the fuck of your life with those two… like the only time they’d stop is if you black out from cumming too much, and once you’re fully conscious again they’re going back at it.

both of them super dominant over you, and you just take everything they give you. they’re pushing you to your limits, not stopping unless one of them taps out or if you use your safeword.

when eunseok is fucking you he’s so rough, fucking you from behind and gripping onto your waist with so much force that you’re sure it’ll bruise. he’s slapping your ass, he’s pulling your hair and pinching your nipples. he won’t say much since he knows all of your bodies queues, and he likes telling you to shut up and take it while he’s fucking you. all while seunghan is watching letting your body go limp in front of him. he calls you names, saying how you’re so dirty for liking the way eunseok fucks you.

when its seunghans turn, he has you facing him and he has you spread out for him, holding your legs open while the other is pressing on your stomach. he fucks deep and hard but at a slower pace than eunseok, only speeding up when he’s close to cumming. when you feel overstimulated and you’re pushing at his hips he slaps your hand away, making you take everything. eunseok next to you making you touch him while he’s degrading you even more until theres tears swelling up in your eyes. seunghan holding your face in his hands while he fucks you so you keep your eyes on him, and then he's abusing your clit with his fingers all while holding you down. it all feels so good you can barely focus on jerking off eunseok until he brings a finger down to pinch your nipples and you whine, and he's telling you to get back to making him feel good too.

when the boys cum, they both fuck their cum into you and the second time theyre cumming all over your stomach and tits, loving the way you look coated in their cum and i think seunghan would like cumming on your face, its so degrading and he likes that you open your mouth for him, swallowing whatever lands on your tongue.

aftercare kings!! it's like a switch flipped in them once you all were finished, becoming super soft and caring. kissing you softly and rubbing soft circles on the parts of your body that were sore from how they handled you, running you a bath while they fix you something to eat and then cuddling with you till you all fall asleep <3

[sidestepsam]

there are 4 things that really “confirmed” pazzi for me

first it was the ice live because… obviously

then it was the final four hug, specifically the angle where you can see kk teasing them at the end and then azzi pushing kk. that really gave couple to me especially because why would kk be teasing them if they were just pals (unless she was trying to mimic us and then in that case 🥲 but i’m fairly sure that’s not the case because of everyone else on the teams reactions to pazzis hug)

then it was that “dickhead” video where azzis hand placement on paige is 🤌🏼🤌🏼 when paige was trying to walk away and azzi put her hands on paige’s waist and then paige gave her a smirk 🙂‍↕️

and the last thing that really solidified it for me was the video of them on the bench where azzi shows paige something in her mouth (i think she said spit) and then paige starts getting freaky with her tongue 👅😋👅 and then azzi smirks and tells her to stop

this whole summer was also crazy and when i first joined tumblr a while ago and saw those us open pics and video that also was like 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ also the cruise cause that’s so gay

also azzis drafts especially the pronunciation one like YES GAWD

but i’m really needing new pazzi content im in withdrawal

I guess I don’t consider those moments confirmation because it was already a fact in my brain wayyy before any of what you’ve mentioned. I do think the general timeline people have of them on here is accurate tho. Don’t think they made it official official till like a bit over two years ago.

[misshoneyimhome]

William is the kind of man who tells you he'll stop eating your pussy if you keep breaking eye contact with him. After one taste of you he was hooked, always pulling you closer to the edge of the bed, and constantly yanking your hips just a little closer to the edge of the bed while he ate your pussy up like a starving man.His blue eyes never left your pretty face as it contorted in pleasure.His tongue traveled from your sensitive pussy down to your asshole without a single fuck given how messy it got. “Look away again, and I’ll fuckin stop. I'm not fuckin playing with you älskling" 🔥🔥 Sunday slutty thoughts

Holy fuck this is hot 🥵

I do always love a Willy who loves to orally please his girl - one way or another! And let’s face it (I know we’ve established this many times before) that boy would work wonders with that tongue of his 👅

You’ve seen him - he loves to eat out and he’s not afraid of a mess 💦 in fact, he just gets disappointed when it’s not messy and instead pushes you into overdrive until you come undone for him!

Well, that is only if you don't look away of course - that man needs to keep his girl in line and make sure she follows orders; otherwise, she will get punished (not allowed to come)

He’ll keep your legs on his shoulders, his hands firmly wrapped around your body to keep you from moving away as he allows himself to indulge in his favourite meals 🫦 His eyes follow your every move intensely; every moan and wimp is only a signal of pleasure and satisfaction to his ears, so naturally he keeps going till you can’t clench the sheets more, your thighs tightening and your skin glistening with sweat as you scream out his name in pleasure 💦

His beard is soaked, his grin wide as he watches you throw your head back and uncontrollably let go 🤍

"Oh älskling... I told you not to look away - now I have to fuck you so hard to make sure you remember it next time..."

_

Yup, I definitely think this could/would go well with either series I’m working on, or maybe just a smutty one-shot on its own? 😉

Gosh, I love these types of posts in my inbox 🥴

[endlich-allein]

Boeing Center at Tech Port, 17-09-2024 @ magersoft

[desperate-whre]

happy september sweet girl 💕💕 how have you been? i wanted to tell you that i'm still around. and...there are other things i want to tell you too 😏 i still check on your page and think about our messages, and they still have the power to get me worked up. like you, i've been busy lately and masturbating less than i used to. but i had an amazing session today and i feel so good <3 if you want to hear what i thought about, read on.

the toys i bought haven't died yet! i was watching porn yesterday and i got so horny. i started with the clit sucker. god it felt amazing, even on the lowest setting...my pussy was already wet and i wanted to start thrusting my hips into it right away...but i didn't want to cum so soon 🥵 so i challenged myself to stay perfectly still. just the toy working on my aching clit, even edging a little, moving it away when it was about to take me over the edge. i could feel the wetness trickling from of my pussy and smearing into my underwear, could feel my legs shaking from the effort of staying still. i could only edge myself once before i latched the toy onto my clit again and came hard.

i must be ovulating cause i woke up horny too. i used the tongue flicking toy this time. it's quieter. i lay on my stomach and felt the tiny flicks against my sensitive clit. gradually increasing the speed of it, humping against the bed and bringing myself to another incredible orgasm. marveling at the long string of cum connecting the toy to my soaked pussy when i took it out of my underwear.

then- today. i started getting turned on remembering our conversations. remembering how horny it made me just typing these things to you and reading your responses. when you talked about sending pictures of your tits. when we talked about fucking ourselves. i knew i'd have to send you another message and it just turned me on even more to imagine writing it out 💋

i started by pushing up my bra and rubbing my nipples lightly- i wanted this session to last a long time and to cum hard at the end of it. in my fantasy i would send you videos of me playing with my tits, my soft nipples growing hard for you from my touch. or putting one of my toys inside my underwear, grinding on a pillow feeling the vibrations on my clit and sending you the video of my tits bouncing until I'm cumming and shaking all over.

at this point my nipples were hard and aching and my cunt had started to drip. (i'm getting horny again now, oops 😅👅😘) i was still teasing my tits with my fingers, but i moved a hand down to play with my clit. fuck, i wished i had a toy i could slide into my pussy. i wanted to feel it stretching me open, my walls clenching around it.

it made me so hot to think of fucking you with a double ended toy. rubbing your clit, running a finger up and down your slit until you start oozing wetness, dipping a finger in shallowly and gathering up that wetness, spreading it around and getting you nice and ready for the toy, easing it inside your cunt. i'm so wet too, i'm on top of you with the other end filling me up, riding you with my tits bouncing more and more as i pick up the pace. each thrust hitting the sweet spot inside your pussy, lying on the bed with your tits jiggling. you look so fucking delicious. my thrusts get harder, and soon we're taking the toy deeper and deeper into our cunts till they meet, pussylips lips and stiff clits rubbing against each other. our cum dripping onto each others thighs. the room filled with the squelchy wet sounds, skin slapping against skin, our moans. you're so stretched out, filled to the brim, it's so good. after you cum i want to lick all of it from your sweet pussy, taking your clit into my mouth and sucking gently, overstimulating you. it's almost too much.

i was so turned on now, but i needed just a little more in order to cum. i remembered how we talked about exhibitionism, you wanted to get fucked in front of an audience. my fantasy was like this- we're in a sex club, i'm wearing a strap. i'm fucking you from behind, my strap thrusting in and out of your leaking cunt. you feel my hard nipples rub against your back, and i reach around to grab your beautiful tits as they bounce while i pound your pussy.

we're surrounded by a circle of men and women, watching us. they can't touch, they can only touch themselves. we watch as the men's dicks grow hard as they watch me fuck you, the women spreading their legs and exposing their glistening cunts. g o d it makes me so wet watching them start to fuck themselves. fingers circling frantically around clits, thrusting inside dripping pussies. the men stroking their stiff cocks, clear drops of precum gathering at the heads. the sinful noises filling the room. all while i fuck you with my strap, while i rub your clit and make you feel amazing. you're taking me so well, the long hard length of it. makes me wish i had a real cock, i want to feel you clench around me, want you to milk the cum out of me and fill up that needy cunt with it.

we're watching the crowd start to bring themselves to climax, hands mercilessly stroking cocks, cupping their balls, shooting load after load and fuck it's so hot to watch the thick strands of cum fall to the floor, to see so many tits bouncing as the women ride their fingers and cum all over themselves. i can't hold back anymore, with a few hard thrusts i'm cumming, gripping your hips while i bottom out inside you. would you like it if i had a squirting strap? do you want to feel me paint the walls of your pussy white with my cum, give a couple more thrusts and push it in deeper, mix it with your own creamy wetness as you get closer and closer? pushing your ass back against my hips and making the most beautiful noises as you cum on my cock. your cunt gushing and squeezing me tight.

that's the thought that pushed me over the edge while i fucked myself, while i toyed with my nipples and circled my clit...the two of us cumming together while our adoring audience brought themselves to orgasm over and over watching us. i couldn't believe how good it felt to make myself cum thinking about it.

x x x

i hope you like this 💋 i know writing it made me want to play with my pussy again. have you touched yourself lately? please tell me if you're comfortable, i wanna knowwwwwww what you've been thinking about when you make yourself cum 👅<3<3

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Sunflower!! Iaghhhhbbhhhhsmmbsjxndoanxusbdksoanxjcusbsoaoandhvrod God I wanna ride you so bad. You're making me feel feral right now. ❤🖤❤🖤❤🖤

First of all, I'm so glad I didn't scare you away with my inactivity!! 😅 I know I'm terrible at responding. I am constantly seeing messages and going 'oh!! I'll respond to that when I get home' and then I... forget?? I'm so sorry 😅 I'm also happy to hear that you're feeling so good lately 😏 I hope that continues. You deserve it, since you've been busy!!

Iiiiii haven't really been doing anything special, just quick ones when I needed to get it out or I couldn't stop thinkin about boobs 💕💕💕 Porn I've been watching lately has been so good though, jesus fucking christ. Mother-In-Law's fucking their Daughter-In-Law's, or vice versa. MIL begging to scissor DIL <3<3<3 👅👅 Also some with women fucking themselves on pretty sex dolls?? That one might be a bit wierd but let me be XD It's hot, okay?

Anyway- UGHHHHAHQGSUDBSKAKAPSBDHDKDPALAIUCNEU YOUR IMAGINES. That first one makes me wanna fuck you so rough, oh my god. I want to be so full and grind against your sloppy throbbing cunt with mine sOooo bad. Suck on your tits slowly, stick my tongue so far into your pretty pussy you see stars and can only say please over and over and over. And the second one 👅👅👅 Ugh. Please. I'll be such a nasty whore for you. Like my pussy belongs to you.

I musttttt know what kinda porn you watch, if you're comfortable to share! ^^

Thank you so much for this message sunny, really put a smile on my face 😏 and my fingers in my underwear.

[not-goldy]

I want to remove Jimin’s belly button fluff with my tongue. We all know he doesn’t have any but that’s okay. I’d still like to give it a try. don’t tell Jungkook. I know you and him are tight 🥲

don’t tell jimin either

Wow

There's still a lot you can do with it though- dip your tongue 👅 into it whip it back and forth. put stuff into it, cherries, berries. Oh look my chocolate wine spilled into it, that's alright I'll suck it right out slurp��

Get them whip cream in there and beat it with your tongue till you make a mess.

Okay now I'm thinking oils all over his body👀

Gently rubbing Gently massaging it in

His skin looks so smooth too

So help us God, we all going to hell.

After you anon

[hotnsexytakuma]

jus busted a nut without you😞

it felt terrible, I need another one your tongue 👅

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wtfffff 😫😫😫😫😫💔💔💔💔💔💔 baby be honest do you hate me?

but seriously…. come over! i’ll give you way more. till the sheets are soaked ‼️

[oddballwriter]

👀 EMH and MH guys headcanons on who prefers giving head to receiving it? (Preferably person with a vulva, but you could also do dick/blowy headcanons too!) I’m essentially asking who would give the best cunnilingus/enjoys it the most 👅💦

🔞NO PEOPLE BELOW 18+ BEYOND CUT OFF🔞

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Warnings: HABIT is here. Mentions of oral (mostly of reader receiving but there is some mentions of giving), over-stimulation, manhandling in HABIT's part of you squint 

Author’s Snip: I totally haven't thought about this before. What are you walking about? Haha what? /lying 

Notes: This request read kind of weird but I'm guessing that this is what you wanted anon 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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EveryManHYBRID

Evan

Evan totally likes going down on his partner

And you know what, he knows what he's doing

He likes to have fun by giving his partner a good time and dragging some noises out of them

He knows how to blow too but my god does this man know the right places to hit on the coochie

And he's gonna be down there for a while because he's going to take his time on you

Also, don't lie to me, he's the type of guy who wants you to sit on his face while he eats you out

He'd also have you cum/orgasm at least two or three times if he's feeling like it

Also, also, pull and tug on his hair a bit please, he likes it

Jeff

Jeff knows where the clit is

I mean so does Evan but still

He too likes giving over receiving, but he just seems like he just likes to do it

Aka he likes to get pussy drink

He's a lot more gentle and genuinely takes his time down there

Evan takes his time but is still trying to pull it out of you, Jeff just stays down there and lets you cum on your own

It's slow so he's not wasting any energy while waiting

And he's not stopping until you cum

HABIT

Oh dear god

HABIT fucking E A T S it out

And listen, I know that you know that HABIT isn't playing gentle either, he's going at it like its a popsicle that's melting too fast, it's lick after lick, and he's using the whole tongue

I've never seen TT but I saw that one clip where HABIT sticks out his tongue and I know we all thought the same thing

I do think that he likes head himself, I do, and he's not gentle with that either, but I feel like he likes giving head more because of one thing that I know he's gonna do

HABIT is going to force so many orgasms out of you until you start crying from over-simulation

He's not stopping till it feels raw, dude

And if you try and crawl away he's just going to pull you back with maybe a playful "Get back here"

(Note: I'm not saying Vinny doesn't give head I think it's a good 50/50. But I do think that he's mid at it and also could be Mr. Licked-Everywhere-But-The-Fucking-Clit sometimes)

Marble Hornets

Brian

Listen when you said to get the ones that preferred giving over receiving, I thought of this man almost immediately

I'm not saying the others don't do it good or prefer getting instead of giving

But listen, Brian just looks like he knows how to work it

He also takes his time with doing it, he's in no rush at all

I do feel like if you're getting up there a bit fast then he'll make a light hearted comment like "Calm down. I haven't been down here for that long yet."

He'll only have you cum once, but he doesn't mind if you want him to give you another round of it

[themistressdomme]

Feast all you want mommy

How would eat your favorite sweet pumpkin hopefully like pie🤭👅

Till I scream your name

🎃

Oh, pumpkin doll, Mommy does rather like her pumpkin pies 😉

How would I eat? Most certainly with a teasing tongue and attitude, that's how.

That's right, sweet thing, you're definitely going to be screaming my name - I'm not stopping until you do 😘

🎃