#wet beast 💋

[anonymocha]

my beautiful wife whom i love to terrorize recreationally

[luffyvace]

Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons

These are sfw and gender neutral

for Sanji’s big day! (I’m super late ik hush :3)

pt2 here my sillies :3 : Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons pt2

Dating Sanji includes royal treatment. We all know this. It’s so obvious. 😭 It’s in the manga, it’s canon, we all write it in our headcanons. We know this.

Royal treatment meaning sit back and relax dear, Sanji’s got this. Sea beast? He beat it up and is now cooking a delicious and nutritious sea beast stew for you, would you like that with a smoothie? Lemonade? Water? Ok water. Sparkling? Distilled? Iced?

oh your lost? Don’t worry he’s got bread and he’ll leave breadcrumbs where you’ve walked so you don’t go in circles :)

your clothes are wet? Take his. 💋

there’s mud up ahead and you just bought a snazzy new fit? He’ll carry you 🏋️‍♂️

somebody bothering you loveliest? He’s already kicked them to Australia (extra hard if it was Zoro)

Dating Sanji includes good communication.

If you feel anything but a positive emotion Sanji is on the case. And the first victim he’s pointing fingers at is Zoro 😼

”MOSS HEAD BASTARD!! YOU MADE THEM UPSET DIDNT YOU?!”

it’s not a person darling? Well what happened? What can he do to help? Did you loose something? He’ll turn into a mad man causing chaos around town looking for it! Did it drop into the ocean? He swims as deep as he needs to in order to find it.

Honestly he even babies you about little stuff :P you stubbed your toe? Want him to massage it for you? That’s it! He’s breaking out the foot spa! Take off your socks and shoes!

he did something that really upset you?! Tell him what it is right away! He’ll make sure he never steps outta line ever again! He *kiss* never *kiss* meant *kiss* to *kiss* upset *kiss* you *kiss*~

Never feel hesitation to tell him if something’s wrong with you physically “Chopper! Come check them out right now!! They say somethings’ wrong!”

Nor mentally! You’ve been going through some tough times these last few months?! Sit down and tell him everything!! Let’s get to the root of this! Together! Is it someone else?? Did it happen from something??

Even if you aren’t feeling negative emotions right now always feel free to rant to him about what’s making you happy! he’d love to hear it truly! He loves your voice even more~ 🥰 *nose bleed*

Dating Sanji includes 5 star meals.

another thing we all know. And in every headcanon- but seriously what’s all your favorite meals, snacks and desserts? Even if Luffy himself says to make one thing he might make another just because he knows you like it. That guy eats anything anyway so he might as well just make what you like! 🧑‍🍳

Dating Sanji includes overly cheesy confessions despite the fact that your already and only dating.

”My dearest..I would love if you would go out with me and make this evening the loveliest of my days! I’d wholeheartedly accept and put my all into cooking for our first date….My love and affection with herb and spice…the flavor of our intense compatibility will melt on your tongue every bite you take! Guaranteed!”

”Sanji….we’ve been dating for xyz months/years now..”

”ahhh~ Even to the blossoms of this beautiful spring day know we’re simply destined to be..! Getting married tomorrow..it’s been my dream since we’ve first met! I can see it already, smell it even..! The enchanting scene of you walking down the isle, putting your hands in mine…kiss! The happiest day of my life has officially been sealed! Everyone’s clapping! Cheering! Whoop woo’s arise in the air of our love!~ The 6 layer cake I spent every ounce of my time baking since I met you, on the side of us—predicting our perfect wedding kiss! An exact model of the scene~ It brings a tear to my eye! I hope I don’t keep you up tonight, my darling love! Because I certainly won’t be able to sleep when I’m much too busy imagining the scene over and over again until our big day tomorrow, the same one I’ve been replaying in my head since I first laid eyes on you~ 😚”

”what on EARTH Sanji. We’re only dating! Wha- What do I even say to this?!”

”you could say yes! My lovely future spouse!~ 😍😍”

”To what! You haven’t even properly proposed to me yet?! Let alone made it official⁉️“

”ohh my honey! I didn’t know you wanted to get married- the wind! The sea! The birds even know our fate! We-“

”ALRIGHT!”

”SHUT IT SEAWEED HEAD!! DON’T INTERUPT ME WHILE IM CONFESSING MY LOVE to the most wonderful soul to have ever lived~”

⚔️🗡🔥💥💥💥⚔️🗡🔥💥⚔️🗡💥💥🔥

(Sanji and zoro fighting :3)

Dating Sanji includes sure fire protection.

no one will ever lay a hand on you. For a man? Self explanatory. Blast that motha sucka to space.💥 For a woman?? Welll…he’ll take all the hits for you okay?! So run away and go get Nami or Robin!! Hurry darling!

Dating Sanji includes trust.

more than anything he trusts you with his deepest darkest secrets. There’s no front when it’s just you two around, purely him. Not telling you his lineage was because he wanted to put that behind him..it wasn’t supposed to come back up. And man is he the most sorry sucker on earth when he betrays the strawhats. Because that means he’s betraying you. Pleasepleasepleasetakehimbackplease.

Uh guys I ran out of characters I’m gonna do a part two I guess 😭… I didn’t want to thooo

[loveoaths]

👀 “are you really giving me the silent treatment right now?” anadin? 🙏💋

Set in the In the Shadow of the Valley padawan!Din AU. Summary: When young force-Sensitive Death Watch assassin Din Djarin fails his mission to kill jedi knight Anakin Skywalker, he expects the jedi to kill him. What actually happens is far, far worse: Skywalker makes Din his padawan.

Afterwards — after the sweat and the slick and the giving and the taking, after the kisses slow and the euphoria fades and the drunken afterglow fluttering beneath his skin withers and dies — Din cannot face what he’s done, and so, like a coward, he doesn’t. He rolls over, feigns sleep, and hopes his master has the decency to read the stiffness in his spine and leave him alone.

Unfortunately, Anakin Skywalker has never been interested in decency, and he has no plans to start today.

“Are you really giving me the silent treatment right now, when you were so loud a minute ago?” Anakin’s flesh hand strokes down Din's naked flank, and Din has to sink his teeth into his bottom lip to stay silent, to fight the urge to press up and back into large, rough palms scored by a constellation of burns and scars and a lifetime of war. A war they shared on opposite ends of the galaxy, in different lifetimes, yet their bodies bear the same burdens. Din tries to remember them all: the curdled whorl of a blaster burn on his right shoulder blade sustained by friendly fire; the delicate vibroblade cross-hatching the inside of his bicep, courtesy of the Death Watch instructor who despised the boy from Aq Vetina for his soft voice and angry eyes; the keloid thunderbolts cupping his ribcage, a parting gift from an airdrop gone wrong.

For his entire life, Din believed he was nothing more than bone and scar tissue held together by vengeance masquerading as duty. That there was no softness in him, no tenderness, no joy.

And then Anakin took him in, made him his padawan, stripped him of the armor that is his true face, reached behind his ribs and buried himself to the hilt in the pulsing wet heat of his body, and subsequently warped him into this: a needful creature with his heart in his mouth, as desperate to be touched as he is terrified.

Mandalorians do not cry. Jedi do not want. Yet Din's eyes burn and his cock throbs in equal measure, red-hot and pathetic, when Anakin — his enemy, his friend, his master, his mentor, his everything — leans over him and licks a long, wet stripe up the boiling river of Din’s throat, his boyish chuckle darkening into a moan at Din’s startled flinch. 

“Pretty,” Anakin mumbles, lazily licking down into the valley between throat and shoulder, and through the ebbing haze of orgasm Din wonders what he tastes like — salt, maybe, and skin, and heat, and pure metal, and enough shame to hold it all together. “You’re so kriffing pretty, you know that? I used to hate that helmet,” Anakin snorts, rubbing his thumb in slow circles against the swell of bone before drifting down to trace the divot between thigh and pelvis, “But now I’m thankful. No one knows how pretty and soft you are under all that beskar, but I do.” Something rumbles deep in Anakin’s chest and his grip tightens, digging into tender tan skin just this side of bruising, “Say it. Say I’m the only one.”

Din’s jaw clenches. He shouldn’t say it. But he wants to say it — because want is what brought them to this moment, this cavalcade of shame and desire: Anakin needs to be needed, Din needs a purpose, and they both hunger for proof that every terrible thing that they’ve done and will still yet do was for a reason, even if that reason is an ill-advised first fuck while on medical leave. But Din knows his master, too — knows that under Anakin’s fragile skin and golden curls lurks a predator with fangs and claws and a taste for destroying the fragile things it loves, and Din may be young, but he is old enough to understand that he is but a fledgling in the mouth of the beast, pretending these teeth are a gilded cage. This is a matter of survival.

(But there's more to it than that, isn't there? Din is a hunter, unafraid of the wild and excited by the untamed, but when they're together the roles reverse and suddenly he is the prey, and though the clenching teeth caged around him promise death, the fact of the matter is that when he is alone with Anakin, Din finally feels alive.)

So he says, “You are the only one,” and tries not to hate himself for the quiet animal sounds he makes when Anakin’s hand slides between his legs and squeezes around him in reward.

Cold durasteel skitters across his jaw. Din jerks away from the touch, so cold and unnatural like a droid’s, but synthetic fingers click-lock into place and hold him steady. When Din’s eyes snap open, devastating blues stare back. “Again.” Anakin strokes the back of his durasteel hand against Din’s jaw, eyes crinkling with amusement at his scowl, then desire when Din obeys the silent command and does not fight his grip. “But say it right this time.”

“You are the only one… master,” he murmurs into Anakin’s palm. When Anakin smiles, his teeth cut the light like a blade, and the shame in Din’s belly sinks straight into his cock. A Mandalorian would not submit. A Jedi would not give in. But the twining of their bodies has stripped both identities from him, leaving him to cling to the only thing he has left.

Just as his master intended.

[curiositydooropened]

Hi lovely 💛 You know I can't help but ask more than onnee!

🍓🦴🪲

- @superblysubpar 💛

Taylor!!! Let me kiss you, too. 💋

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

Honestly, I think I was 10 and browsing HP and LotR websites, and I just wanted to go to Hogwarts so bad, or I wanted to be an elf like Legolas (jokes on me, I am the most Hobbit-coded) and so I just wrote soooo much self-insert. And have been doing so for 20 years.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

All of it? I think everything I've ever consumed has inspired me in some way. I'm a big movie-watcher, and I think I gain most inspiration from directors I admire. Steven Spielberg, Guillermo del Toro, Peter Jackson, etc.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

Ahhhhhhh okay, below the cut. 75 words.

You weren’t surprised at his strength. He’d offered you a helping hand with more than one injury in the field. You’d seen him pull women and children from burning buildings. That one time he hauled a sheepdog from the river, both man and beast soaking wet and panting, dog tossed around his broad shoulders.  “Better?” His gruff voice fanned your forehead, deliciously warm.  You hummed, reaching aching cold hands out to warm against his chest. 

[mtnkat3]

12.40am. G'night my loves..... my sexy hunky yummy handsome Mavericks beasts Bears ...... Angels ......

You.....each piece of you.....have wetted my insatiable appetite for you.....so I know where my thoughts will be tonight.... with each piece of you.....feeding & making you.....as hungry for me as I am for you.....pppuuurrring groan...

I hope you..... have deliciously naughty & sweet dreams tonight... I am ssooo gonna put lots o' effort into it!

Licking my lips.

I am alllll Yours.....

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix. 🌺✝️☸⚓⛓🔗🙏🤲👣🐾🦉🐯🐢🐛🐐🌱🌟🗝🔱⚜💝🐻🦌🐺🧩♠️♾🧭🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯😴🥰😘💓💋💤

Fr.2.24.2023 12.53am.est.

[plussizeappreciationfics]

Can u do Colin firth?!

He’s recently single and I’m so inlove with him!!

the way I gasped and ran to Google when I read this ask is just humiliating.....ANYHOO

Colin is a beast in bed, his age doesn’t hinder but actually comes in handy. He’s experienced wild nights filled with either love making or just quick fucks and that man is sure as hell capable of having you cry out loud with shaky knees and an arched back.

His fingers are gifted too, know exactly who to smoothly get you hissing in pleasure and craving for more while he’s literally reading a book right next to you, not having to look up from it to know that you’re melting away right next to him due to a few fingers of his.

Does he eat the pussy?

Like groceries.

And he loves it too, will happily watch you wither in pure pleasure while calling out his name, meanwhile he’s holding your legs apart because he doesn’t want to miss one second of your facial expressions and sounds leaving your mouth.

He won’t even stop once you cum. Your weak ass will have to crawl away and swat his needy hands off your body while he chuckles. Your wetness is still coating his lips but he doesn’t care, in fact, is eager to get another orgasm out of you.

Colin surprisingly has great stamina, you’re the one who has to tap out and ask for some water and a snack while he’ll patiently wait for you to catch your breath. He’ll bend you like a straw or make him ride him all night long after having given him an attitude all day long. He’ll tell you to shut up and ride him like the good girl you are while his hands roam all over your body, enjoying the sight of you on top of him.

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-Emmanuelle 💋❤️

[kiruuuuu]

Kiru's Advent Calendar, Day 20🥃

Hey, so, uh... remember Day 8💋 and Day 9🍑? The Smoke/Mute PWP? Because I sure did. And I wrote a sequel, I just couldn't leave it at that and neither could they :) This is just the first part, second and last part and Smoke coming tomorrow! (Smoke/Mute, Rating E, explicit + emotional hurt, ~5.4k words)

(Also, I feel like I should tag you, @cerosin, because I "forgot" to mention there was a sequel back when I sent you the first fic - so, surprise? 😁)

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Their eyes meet right after Smoke finds his footing following a dramatic combat roll to escape the exploding building. He’s carrying the bit of intel they so desperately need in form of a USB stick, and Sledge is elated when he hands it over – the mission was a success, there were no casualties on their side and Mute is staring at him like a hungry wolf at its prey. Oh yeah, they’re gonna do this.

“We’ll analyse this immediately”, Sledge tells them, ignorant of the sparks flying between his two friends, the raw animal magnetism, “are you coming with us?”

“You go ahead”, mutters Mute, not taking his dark eyes off of Smoke. “And don’t wait up.”

A minute later, Smoke’s back smashes against the remnants of a wall caught in the explosion, a wild beast tearing at his clothes and trying to suffocate him. Mute is ravenous, urgency guiding his movements as he undresses his lover and the same impatience makes them skip any foreplay: Smoke is ready, already open and wet and bends over at the insistent shove, pressing his cheek against debris and moaning into the dust cloud surrounding them when Mute pushes inside, deep and even deeper, stretching Smoke to his limit.

The feeling is wonderful and though they usually take their time, Smoke relishes this just as much, the hard thrusts, the heady pleasure, the sensation of warm palms keeping him in place. He could do this for hours, for as long as Mute wants to, and he knows if he keeps this up until his legs give in and then comes, it’ll be the sweetest -

His phone is ringing.

That’s what that sound is, piercing through the residual smoke and the victorious rush following the mission and the ecstasy of sleeping with the man he loves, sobering him up unpleasantly. Dragging him back to reality.

Right.

Smoke opens his eyes to the sight of his bedroom illuminated in mood lighting, wondering why he even bothered. He took a long bath, lit a scented candle (cinnamon is his favourite) and took his time doing some ‘self care’ but if he gets rudely interrupted like this, it’ll all be for nothing. He’s out of it now, the memory of a scene which never happened fading fast and with it the euphoria, leaving behind an uncomfortable embarrassment burning low in his gut. He knows what he’s doing is messed up. Isn’t it enough that he faces the shame afterwards, now he’s also gotta repent during?

When the song keeps playing for a while longer, he figures it’s urgent enough that he might as well take it. The night is ruined, it can’t get much worse, so he’s got nothing to lose. He stretches to reach his phone and the toy inside him shifts, pressing against all the right spots so he lets out a quiet whimper. Man, what a shame – he had it all figured out, the scene was so realistic and could’ve been so, so good. He should keep it in mind for next time. Maybe.

Unless he won’t be able to fend off the epiphany anymore that wanking to one of his co-workers who clearly rejected him is a recipe for unhappiness at best and disaster at worst.

“Hey mate”, Bandit’s voice booms out of the speaker once Smoke picks up the call. He sounds at the very least tipsy, if not wholly intoxicated. “You busy?”

Smoke glances at his flagging boner. “Not anymore. What’s up?”

“Can you come get me? I came by bike but… nuh uh. Too drunk. I’ll save some of the whisky for you.”

How is there nobody else for him to call? To be fair, Blitz is out of the country and Jäger drives like he flies helicopters, which is to say like a madman, and IQ won’t take any of his bollocks anymore, so alright. Yeah, maybe Smoke is the only one he can call. “I guess. Ask how expensive the bottle was though, I don’t drink anything below 30 quid.”

“Snob. I’ll send you a Google maps thing. Bye, love you!”

And with that, he’s gone. Smoke heaves a sigh and winces as he pulls the phallic object out of himself, feeling much too empty as a result. Fitting, really.

Only throwing on an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants which need to go in the wash anyway, he grabs his phone and keys and taps the location Bandit sent him to start the navigation. Maybe not all is lost and he can finish what he started upon his return, but he’s not hopeful – a pissed Bandit is a hilarious Bandit and though he’ll leave Smoke in a better mood than before, he certainly won’t rekindle his libido.

Distracted with thoughts about what to do with the rest of the night, he drives through familiar streets, turning familiar corners until everything becomes a little too familiar. About one turn away from his destination is when it finally hits him.

He’s heading directly to Mute’s flat.

The dread settles at the bottom of his stomach like a too-heavy dinner, poisoning his mind with a myriad of painful memories and even more painful possible outcomes to this encounter, and all of it is making Smoke’s fingers shake. He finds a parking space opposite the building yet is unable to exit his car, not when he might have to face him, not with his heart pounding like this.

You still work together, he reminds himself sternly, you see each other almost every day. This won’t be any different. You go up there and tell him you’re picking up Dom, and that’s that. No more interaction necessary. He won’t make it awkward if you won’t.

But what if Mute just shuts the door when he sees him?

What if he turns and leaves, refusing to speak to him altogether?

What if Mute yells at him to leave him alone, that he doesn’t want him and never wanted him and Smoke is a fucking creep and how dare he do what he did and it was the worst moment of Mute’s life he’s never felt so violated and he keeps having nightmares, jumping whenever anyone touches him and -

Good heavens.

Smoke rubs his temples and tries to get the spiral under control before he has a full blown anxiety attack opposite Mute’s house. None of the above will happen. The end result is usually somewhere between the worst and the best thing that could happen (and good God, Smoke can’t even imagine the best thing happening because it’s so agonising to entertain the idea), so it’ll be fine. He’ll be fine.

Mute is fine.

Maybe he won’t even answer the door. Yeah, that’s a heartening thought – maybe Bandit is already dressed and waiting for him, said his goodbyes and Smoke won’t have to look at Mute for even just a second and he’ll drive Bandit home and then he’ll spend the rest of the evening sobbing into his pillow and whoops, there he goes, back to the dark place. That was fast.

Mute just won’t answer, because that’s the easiest option, and Smoke will be fine. He’s only been here a couple of times anyway, once to pick up the TV Ela wanted and Mute didn’t need anymore, once for Mute’s birthday. Once when Mute needed help carrying some decommissioned equipment home and Smoke stayed much longer than planned because they played around with it instead of unpacking properly and then Mute ordered food for them and they watched the beginning of a horrendous horror film while eating and then ended up watching the whole thing, and Smoke went home much too late that evening but felt like he was floating and looked at Mute differently from then -

Deep breaths.

Dom must be getting impatient. He should go.

The sound of him slamming his own car door shut startles him, as if he needed a reminder about his current mental state. He crosses the street, practising smooth one-liners with which to greet Bandit to convince him absolutely everything is fine, and breezily jogs up the stairs to the first floor. Bandit will answer, maybe Smoke will stick his head in to greet some of the others (because he heard party noises on the phone, so there’s clearly something going on, and no he isn’t obsessing about why he wasn’t invited), and then they’ll leave and it will all be alright. Maybe Mute will be in the bathroom. Or he’s too busy doing whatever to pay any attention to him.

Smoke knocks with a fake air of confidence, putting on a smile and straightening his clothes.

Mute opens the door.

He looks fucking gorgeous.

And Smoke feels his smile flicker.

.

How long has it been? How long since the fateful encounter which drove them apart?

When he tries to, he can recall every second of it, every noise, every small gesture, every gaze between them. These days, he doesn’t try anymore and yet the memories keep flooding his mind at the most inopportune moment – in the presence of others, in public, during a conversation, doesn’t matter, he’ll be minding his own business and spot an advertisement showing a bit of skin and bam he’s back with Mute’s cock down his throat trying desperately not to cum.

And Mute just -

Instead of turning him down, he simply stopped turning up.

Fucking coward.

Like Smoke can’t guess what’s going on when people start acting odd around him, side-eyeing him and asking in private whether there’s something wrong between him and his former best friend. Like he doesn’t know Mute flees as soon as he shows up, disappears around a corner, forgot about a meeting, needs to go right this moment. Like Mute isn’t telegraphing it loud and clear by not telegraphing anything, by ignoring texts, by forcing conversation when they have to, by quietly requesting to be assigned to a different team.

And that one stung. The other events hurt, sure, left a low ache where Smoke’s heart used to be, but knowing the very person he trusted so much, adored so much, loved so much – that this man couldn’t stand sharing any kind of space with Smoke? It left a mark. Because it might mean one of them has to leave Rainbow, and then they won’t see each other at all anymore, and Smoke knows how much being a part of the team meant to the both of them. How proud they are to have made it.

But what smoulders beneath it all is blinding, deafening, muting shame.

Because Smoke knows he overstepped a line. Took advantage of Mute’s vulnerability. Acted selfishly. No assurance of consent was going to be enough, not when the other man was in such a state, and instead of showing compassion and responsibility, Smoke took what he wanted and deluded himself into thinking it was mutual.

Well. Mute’s behaviour made it abundantly clear that the opposite was true.

He’s had terrible nights imagining Mute lie awake as well, remembering being touched against his will and wondering how to go on with his life.

And despite all this, despite any leftover rationality in Smoke screaming at him to apologise, to attempt to make amends, to talk it through with somebody, despite it all he can’t stop thinking about it. Can’t stop seeing Mute that way, flushed and sweaty and insatiable. He chooses him to star in his fantasies. Which makes the whole situation so much worse.

.

So yes, when Smoke stares at the object of his most shameful desires, he’s utterly tongue-tied – he won’t be able to express any of his inner turmoil in words nor will Mute be willing to hear it, so it’s best to just … ignore him. Acknowledge him with a non-committal greeting, enter his flat, grab Bandit, drag him outside and cry himself to sleep later, aaand he’s back to feeling sorry for himself. Because his best friend abandoned him. After he committed a heinous breach of trust.

This is not the most productive use of his time.

They’re still staring at each other, unmoving, seconds later. Mute has certainly been partying, his cheeks are reddened and his ears are following suit, the comfortable dark grey t-shirt looks rumpled and he’s barefoot. His expression is unreadable in the low light. He’s not letting go of the door.

“I’m here to pick up Dom”, Smoke eventually explains himself, to which Mute steps aside to let him in. This probably means he won’t fetch the German by himself, so Smoke takes it as an invitation to explore the flat – he passes the kitchen where glasses are piled up, and steps into an empty living room. It’s not a large apartment but Mute valued comfort over style and has crammed enough sofas and armchairs in that it easily houses a medium-sized get-together. Except all signs point to the very same having finished already: there’s no one here.

“He left with Seamus”, Mute speaks up behind him and his voice makes it suddenly apparent that he’s been drinking too, and not a small amount. He’s swaying slightly, blinking often, his tongue seems heavy. “Maestro picked them up. A few minutes ago.”

Well, that explains it. Smoke huffs in annoyance and is keenly aware of Mute blocking the only exit – rather, he’s standing in the doorway, looking as lost as Smoke feels. This is unbearably awkward. He feels like an absolute bellend.

“I think he set something aside for you. There’s a bottle in the kitchen.”

Oh, a win-win: Smoke won’t have to listen to Bandit’s drunken gibberish yet reaps the reward anyway. Focusing very hard on not paying Mute too much attention, he squeezes past him (and good god, the one half-shared breath has his heart skip a beat) to get to the dimly-lit neighbouring room, wondering when it became normal for the people around him to host a party without extending an invitation. It hasn’t happened often, but it has, though he remembers attending a few events with Mute conspicuously missing. Maybe they didn’t want to pick sides and chose each of them equally. What a cop-out.

His scalp is prickling and he realises how tense he is just from being in Mute’s private space. He should leave as soon as possible, though it’s likely the damage has been done; alcohol is a downer and painful memories tend to exacerbate a bad mood (for which Smoke is responsible, and he knows it). Picturing Mute fighting off demons on his own at night makes his heart ache, so he might have to say something. Advise against loneliness.

And he would know.

The bottle is labelled Tobermory, a brand with which he’s not familiar, and more than half empty. He’ll just grab it and leave, drive home and do the very thing he’s about to tell Mute not to do: drink alone. Maybe. Whatever lifts this crushing weight from his chest.

As he turns around, Mute is behind him again, staring with an uncomfortable intensity – does he feel so unsafe that he has to follow Smoke around his flat? Has it gotten that bad? His arms hang uselessly by his sides, fingertips fiddling with a loose thread sticking out of his jeans. He looks like he wants to say something.

And dear lord, there is so much at the tip of Smoke’s tongue. Above all, an apology, followed by a despairing plea to go back to a semblance of what they were, of needing to be a part of this beautiful young genius’ life; he’d beg for forgiveness if it meant Mute would be able to look at him again, exchange more than tactical communication during missions, not react with sudden panic when he tries to talk to him anymore. He knows he’s not owed any of it, far from it, but it doesn’t stop the excruciating longing inside him. To see him smile again. To just sit next to him in peace.

“James”, says Mute, calmly, with next to no slurring. And hearing his name uttered from this mouth almost causes him to tear up.

This is not the moment. Mute is tipsy at best, vulnerable and unguarded, and Smoke will not take advantage of him again. They can talk another time. Even then, worry and concern take over, take control of his tongue and voice some of his thoughts. “You shouldn’t be alone today”, he mutters. “Don’t spend the night by yourself.”

Mute’s expression shifts, he briefly looks taken aback and Smoke wants to smack himself – as soon as the words pass his lips, he realises how they must come across. Why does he keep making everything worse, always? As he scrambles to come up with an appropriate explanation, Mute takes a step forward. He didn’t take it the wrong way, did he? Then again, if Smoke ends up being smashed against the counter for his dumb mouth, he’d deserve it. And hey, if it makes Mute feel better, he’d gladly -

He’s really close now.

Close enough for Smoke to smell him and this is bad. Lowering his gaze does nothing to help, it gets caught on slightly parted lips, on the strong jawline, the exposed neck. The bit of collarbone peeking out. On the heartbeat visible through his shirt. Why is it so fast? Is he -

When Mute leans down, time stops. The world ceases to be. And then Mute kisses him. Just a bit, briefly, no more than a second, but their lips touch and Mute’s breath is on his skin and then it’s over again.

Smoke stares at him, thunderstruck. He – what just happened. Why did he – is this for real.

What even is going on.

Mute does it again, longer this time and Smoke’s body is catching up faster than his mind because he feels his still-loose hole twitch in completely inappropriate anticipation, and his dick is taking an interest in this sudden turn of events as well, and he wishes he could just shut off certain bodily functions. Because this isn’t right, he needs to tell Mute no instead of returning this heavenly, sweet kiss, needs to extract himself from this situation entirely instead of tilting his head like so, needs to stop this … fluttering sensation. Mute smells heavenly, his lips are as soft as ever, gently insistent. It feels so good. Better than any memory or fantasy.

???, goes his brain, not even able to form coherent thoughts as his former friend interrupts the slow kisses to lean back and look down at him with a mix of curiosity and something tantalising, something dark. This is wrong. They can’t do this, he can’t do this, not without clearing the air first, having a proper sit down and talk. Yeah. He should tell him. He needs to tell him they have to cease right this instance. He plucks up the courage to open his mouth and say something, and what comes out is a breathy, pleading, pitiful: “… babe.”

Mute grabs him by the shirt and slams him against the kitchen counter – fulfilling Smoke’s prophecy in a very different way – before crushing their mouths together once more, stifling the embarrassing moan to escape Smoke’s throat at the gesture. He’s half hard now, wrapping his arms around Mute’s neck and basking in his body heat, their proximity. Despite having no idea what got into Mute, his first instinct is to set aside all doubts and enjoy the moment for as long as it lasts.

Which is a terrible notion. It’s what destroyed Mute’s trust in the first place. But how, how is he meant to refuse this? How could he ever?

When it might be the reconciliation he’s been yearning for?

Mute’s tongue is licking any sense out of him, leaving him reeling with its determination to coax out more and more noises, and the delicious way their bodies slot together like they were made for it rapidly fogs up his brain. Heat pools in his crotch, both front and back and he sharply regrets not finishing before driving here – the wanton need merely slept instead of being sated and now awakens with renewed hunger, tugging on his sinews to get him closer to Mute, even closer, press their lower halves together with an undignified moan followed by an ardent echo when his own half-hard shaft meets another.

Fucking hell, Mute is really into this.

Two cool hands slip under Smoke’s shirt and one rests on his lower back, holding him in place if not forcing them even closer, while another creeps up his side, drawing small ticklish circles with its thumb before digging in between his ribs, following the movement of his laboured breaths, rising whenever his ribcage expands. He can’t think straight, is rapidly turning into a hot mess especially when Mute’s hips grind against his own, forcing him to acknowledge the entire length of Mute’s cock, every inch tangible and coaxing out memories. Inconvenient memories. Memories of being bent over a crate and coming undone, coming untouched, of -

A sharp jolt of pleasure has him snap his lower half forward without meaning to: the long fingers exploring his chest have found one of his nipples and started caressing it gently, brushing over it with a fingertip, pinching it slightly. Smoke interrupts their mind-numbing snogging to hiss a quiet fuck, repeats it when Mute continues his ministrations and adds a low moan at wet lips sucking on the side of his neck. He feels both malleable and utterly trapped: Mute’s body is basically wrapped around him and now he’s moulding Smoke however he wants to, he’s shoved a leg between Smoke’s and starts pressing against his crotch, lifting him slightly while bending his upper half backwards to allow for better access to his neck and jaw.

It feels fucking amazing. It shouldn’t, but it does. Smoke is reminded of being at Mute’s mercy and relishes the memory. He’s more than ready to give himself up once more.

“Do you like this?”, Mute mutters, slurred voice a low rumble over Smoke’s skin as he keeps stroking over his nipples with varying intensity, brushing lightly before pinching. “Does it feel good?”

Jesus Christ, now that the lad is (mostly) of sound mind and not preoccupied with getting himself off as fast as possible, it turns out he’s a tease. Smoke is struggling to stay upright as it is, there’s no chance he’ll be able to engage in any kind of conversation or voice his preferences when he can groan in pleasure and hump Mute’s leg instead. His hole is pulsing by now, hungrily clenching around nothing and no doubt weeping for Mute’s girth, and still there’s a tiny voice at the back of his mind asking him whether he really wants this. Whether he’s ready to trade these sensations for a friendship. Again.

“Babe”, he says, and he genuinely wants to demand they stop. He does. He really, really does. If Mute doesn’t listen, there won’t be anything he can do, Smoke’s body is too charged, too sensitive not to go along, but chances are good Mute will listen. If Smoke earnestly asks him to stop, he will. There’s no doubt.

Except, well, before he can utter anything else, Mute kisses him again and these aren’t ‘I hate you but I’m a horny drunk so let’s get it on’ kisses. They’re not ‘I just want sex from you’ kisses. No ‘I’m confused about what I want’ kisses. Mute doesn’t half-arse things, and neither does he half-arse capturing Smoke’s lips in such sensual, deep, adoring kisses that he’s rendered speechless. Though his nipples continue to be abused in the most titillating way, one of Mute’s hands finds the opportunity to bury itself in Smoke’s luscious hair and softly tilt his head into the kiss. Their tongues aren’t involved at first, it’s just smooth lips pressing against his own, chasing his, a relieved sigh following as if uttered by a reassured lover, a gentle massage of his scalp, a tight embrace, a body melting against his.

These are ‘we just reunited after being apart for too long’ kisses. ‘Meeting at the airport after a long vacation’ kisses.

Holy hell.

They’re ‘I missed you so much’ kisses.

Oh boy. Something has happened here and though Smoke can’t identify it yet, his body realises much sooner what it means – he might be able to enjoy this guilt-free after all.

The moment Mute’s tongue touches his is the moment he suddenly becomes aware of how soon this is going to be over if they don’t quit dry humping. Smoke’s primed enough as it is, desperate for any kind of release (even into his sweatpants) and throbbing at this point, the lack of an orgasm earlier coming back to bite him since the roaring need blots out everything else. They have to get a move on, so he bravely reaches between them and unclasps Mute’s belt using what little brainpower their lovely making out leaves him. He keeps moaning into Mute’s mouth despite trying to concentrate on getting his jeans open and eventually just admits defeat, fingers too shaky and mind preoccupied with all the wonderful sensations everywhere on his body.

“I’m gonna come”, he gasps as a last resort, “babe please, I’m gonna come soon. Wait. Please wait, oh fuck -” One of his nipples is twisted in response, causing his erection to jump, and Mute latches onto his neck again, sucking so insistently there’s no doubt it’ll show. Which is a gesture too hot for Smoke to handle right now. “Babe. Please. I can’t -” A hard rod presses against his own, startling a helpless mewl out of him. This isn’t good. He can’t control himself, not near his climax like this, so he’s relying on Mute to do the right thing.

…an intoxicated, horny Mute, and yeah, maybe this isn’t one of his better ideas.

In his desperation, he resorts to the only possible action capable of halting his impending doom and twists in Mute’s arms, writhes until he’s awarded enough leeway to fully turn around and have Mute rub against his arse instead. Which is only a marginal improvement seeing as the large dick fits beautifully between his cheeks and it reminds him too sharply of the position in which Mute fucked a hands-off orgasm out of him.

He wonders whether Mute will manage a repeat performance and feels his face grow warm at the thought.

Arms snake around his torso, conveying Mute’s unwillingness to let him go, and a hand dives down past the waistband of his sweats, meeting nothing but skin. Oh, right. He didn’t dress properly, did he.

“Oh my god, James”, purrs Mute right into his ear, making him squirm. It’s the second time Smoke’s name falls from his lips and where the first occurrence sounded composed, this time it’s both scandalised and excited. He better not think this is all premeditated, it’d kill Smoke if his friend (ex-friend?) assumed he turned up here expecting to get laid, though there’s still one detail left to discover which will undermine him even further. Best not to beat around the bush then.

Well, that and he really, really, really wants Mute’s gorgeous cock inside him right this instant.

He’s overwhelmed as it is, there’s teeth at the nape of his neck and now Mute’s wrist is warm against his dick, deft fingers cradling his balls like they were made for it (and how does he know all of Smoke’s sensitive spots, he exploits everything as if someone had given him an instruction manual, turning Smoke’s knees into butter and his brain into mush), and Smoke can’t. He can’t. He doesn’t care they haven’t shed a single piece of clothing or exchanged an honest sentence since he came here, couldn’t care less about more foreplay or god knows what. Propping himself up on the counter with Mute draped over him like an overprotective, jealous lover, in between jumps of his cock in reaction to the indirect stimulation, he pleads: “Just put it in, babe. I’m ready. You can fuck me right here.”

And though the Mute in his head reacts with unbridled enthusiasm by taking him up on the offer with no hesitation (and wouldn’t that be amazing, just getting railed in Mute’s kitchen mere minutes after arriving, he’d come so hard he nearly passes out staring at the bottle of whisky Bandit put aside for him and all would be fine again), the real-world Mute pauses for a second. Lets go of Smoke’s balls to reach around to the other side, brushes over a quivering hole that instantly relaxes against the probing fingertip, undoubtedly notices how wet it is.

Don’t ask me about it, Smoke implores him mentally, just don’t ask and do it. Please. Fuck now, talk later. Come on.

Two fingers are shoved inside him, pushing the air out his lungs. Smoke lets out a small, helpless noise and then another when the fingers move inside him, push deeper, twist and scissor – not as wide as the toy he’d used earlier but more precise, brushing over his sweet spot with worrying accuracy as he whimpers in disbelief. He stares into nothingness while Mute explores his insides, makes his entire body curl in sudden lust whenever he hits that special place and yes, maybe getting fingered to completion is fine too. The third one finally blurs his vision and nearly has him smack his head on the kitchen counter in response to an especially vicious twist of Mute’s wrist – and though he’s enjoying himself, he idly wonders whether Mute wants some loving, too.

He’s not left wondering for long.

“Bedroom”, Mute orders, voice thick. His fingers withdraw, leaving Smoke gaping and gasping. “Let’s…” A shaky intake of breath, then another, quieter: “… bedroom.”

The lad doesn’t move until Smoke does, probably stalking after him so Smoke can’t see his face (which he already has anyway, and Mute looks as unguarded and open as he did last time: cheeks and ears flushed, off-balance, longing, beautiful). Walking is awkward due to his legs not cooperating fully after Mute just tried to reach into his guts, let alone the general haze clouding his mind; but what it does is allow him a few seconds to think. Unimpeded by curious hands roaming over his body, by an insatiable mouth requiring contact at all times.

He misses Mute’s touch already.

Still… how did they end up like this? A tinge of his previous doubts remains as he himself knows how powerful nostalgia can be, especially when amplified by alcohol. But surely, that can’t be it.

And even if it is, Mute won’t blame him the next day. Right?

… right?

Two details cause this line of thought to screech to a halt: one realisation, the other more immediate. The first is the fact that Mute’s bedroom is an absolute mess. Smoke remembers the layout of this flat, legs carrying him to their destination without any presence of mind required and it doesn’t click until he’s pressed down on the handle, made the door swing open. Clothes are strewn about everywhere, the small desk is crowded with all kinds of shite, the bed is unmade, the wardrobe door askew, a few dirty dishes piled up on the bedside table. No doubt none of Mute’s guests set foot in here this evening. Yet Smoke is allowed to, even asked in, invited into the most intimate part of Mute’s living space and the implications aren’t lost on him. Mute could’ve left him in the kitchen, or they could’ve moved to the living room. Instead, they’re here.

The second one begins as a light touch and changes into a hand wrapping around his, reacting to his prompt by interlacing their fingers, holding on tight. His heartbeat is pounding in his ears as he stands there like an utter idiot amid this mess, face burning, clutching Mute’s hand so hard it must hurt, and doesn’t dare move a muscle in case all of this vanishes in a single second. In case it’s some fragile, wishful dream. They’re holding hands. And Mute initiated.

What the fuck.

[katsbookcornerreads]

Awesome new Romcom from the talented Juliette cross! I loved this new couple Bennett and Betty they had a great chemistry and their interaction was very spicy with a whole lot of Sexy steamy scenes that had me all kinds of hot! Bennett is a walking wet dream with sexy hazel eyes and a big old body you just dream about climbing and who could charm the birds out of tree's and the ladies are all over this fine piece of man except Betty! He brings out the worst in her between the glitter booby bomb incident years ago at their school play and the fact that he's from a wealthy family that owns about everything in town he makes her pissy! So why does she keep having naughty fantasies of him fucking her brains out! When their community theater picks them to be their lead characters in their play fake kisses and stolen touches become a all consuming passion and Betty's about to find out that under all Bennett's layed back charm and good looks is a beast in the sheets who likes to take charge and loves to talk dirty and who's all about taking care of his woman!!!! Juliette Cross not only writes some of the hottest romances out their today but she goes a step further with adding humor and some really great characters! Even secondary characters stand out like Finn!! I loved betty's gay bestfriend! He's hot and funny and keeps it real like a true friend would. I hope he gets a book too he's awesome! And i also loved Gilbert the goat !! He was a fucking riot!!! I laughed so hard at his antics!! especially the falling over and pretend fainting!!! Makes me want to run out and buy a myotonic pygmy goat! Juliette does laughter and love and friendship so well and add that to some really great storytelling and you've got a awesome read. Until next time Luv's💕💋 I don't own the copyright to the song playing in this video😁 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf6hI4_D-Kp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[roselyn-writing]

Chapter 15 part 5 and hope the last part..

Yes .. you’re right and thank you for everything..” He whispered as he locked the door then he came closer, Hugging her, Then pressing his lips with hers, Hugging her tightly So she won’t budge him or push him off of her .. But she kissed him back .. Snaking her Arms around his neck .. Moaning while kissing him .. Then he flawlessly Undress her Blouse and her trouser then knicker .. And frozing her hand on the bed board . “ i want to feel you tonight ..” He whispered in her ears as he gently bites her ear lobe .. she moans with pleasure .. He quickly undressed himself, his member on his grasp.. He came closer so he could shove it in her mouth .. She Accpet this and Began to suck him, then doing a perfectly tonguejob .. he moans in pleasure as she pleases him with her tongue .. She must admits he is really cold .. moments later he pulled his member out of her mouth .. he is close if she continues he’ll blow his seeds on her “You seems eager ..” He purrs at her.. Smirking at her .. He kisses her again on the lips .. she kissed back .. He gropes both of her breasts .. Fondling them both .. They let go of each other’s lips when they Ran out of oxygen… He then fingers her vagina .. Adding two fingers insides her .. He feels her wets folds .. He looks at her with a smirk .. “Wet already? ..” He whispered seductively on her ear .. She nodded .. Trying not to scream.. He retreated his fingers, out of her soaking folds .. he Spreads both of her legs to give her oral stimulation … sliding his cold tongue inside .. She moans heavily .. He started to Eats her out like a starved man, like she was just a meal, He devours her like a beast .. She moans again .. She smiles at him then purrs “ravish me Grandmaster..” She Purrs seductively.. he was astonished,that she asked him this, nonetheless He smiles darkly then comply to her, “Will do..” He chuckles darkly at her .. Shoving his cock into her vagina, he missed it greatly, Her warm sensitive part, He wanted to tease her He put his thumb on her clit and moves it into a circular motion to tease her ..While teasing her, he let her adjust to his member “No ..Ahh S-Stop itt no teasing!!” she moaned, Trying to Say the words, without screaming He was driving her insane . with his teasing .. “Where the fun in that? ..” He whispered devilishly at her, After the teasing, He then start thursting into her, She moans, and groans it was a symphony of music to his ears, he was enjoying listening to her moans.. He felt she was close to spouts, He stopped, He looks at her, “Cum for me ..” The grandmaster Purrs at her .. She was blushing, she needed to come desperately .. He was banging her so Roughly this time, she was losing herself in pleasure as she slides her tongue out of her mouth, Drunk on this lust and pleasure, But she did something shocked him, She surprised him with a forced kiss on his lips … He kept thrusting and thursting until he’s so close of course he warns her before he spilled himself inside of her “I’m close ..” He groans, She chuckles then she Tells him to finish it inside her unlike last time .. “Do it, inside of me this time,” She breaths, He breaths became heavy and she is indeed panting .. he comply as he spilled himself insides of her . she is satisfied now.. and happy, He kissed her, Retreating himself out of her sex, He sat besides her, Looking at her with satisfied eyes.. and smiles as he kissed her cheek This is the end of this chapter there will be more and we will begin the sequel of this Fanfic, I really hope you enjoyed it and Stay tuned!! 🤍💋🥰

[my3amletterstoher]

It's still loading , and Tumblr is messing up real bad right now , sits you on my lap, how was your school day baby? Showers you with love 😘😘😘🤗🤗🤗Tumblr messing up , this thing is running so slow right now geeesh , I got the blankie 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗😘😘😘😘😘, lemme see Your face baby 😍😍😍, I miss seeing you 😍😍😍, you were on a roll 😍😍, keep it coming 😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤🏆💍👑🔥💋🖤, you fire baby 🔥😍, love and seduction ooooh 😍😍😍😍I love it and cherish it so much 😍, you a beast baby 😍and the way you emote to me 😍😍😍😍(Tumblr messing up) 🖤🖤🖤✨, you are so golden 🖤✨🖤🔥, holds you in my arms 😍😘😘😘😘😘🖤, you are a super star 😍😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤, Tumblr messing up , picks you up and twirls you around 😍🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤💦😍😍😍

This is so sexy 😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤, I was talking about your body, and your thighs, and the way you stare into the camera , that look in your eyes and you did that baby , I stop the world for you baby , you are so wonderful 😍😍😍😍, got me got up in a daze as we go deeper into our world , and melting inside each other 😍😍😍😍, oooooh you please me , got that good and plenty 🤤😍😍😍😍, make my pussy so wet, makes me wanna jump through the screen 😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🐱💦💦💦💦, you are the best gf/sub/muse/slave/trophy ever 😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤🤤, the way you just hit me like BAM 😍🤤🤤😍 with the heat 🔥🔥🔥🔥

So seductive 😍😍😍

Tumblr messing up, and the way you interact with me , the way you emote to me melts 😍(Tumblr messing up) these look like trees:

Tumblr messing up , they look like shrubs so that's close (Tumblr messing up) I never felt leaves that felt like leather

This is called a fish killer tree 😯(Tumblr messing up) well one of the names for it :

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Sexy AFFFFF 😍😍😍😍😍🐱💦💦💦💦💦💦, any new shirts or clothes baby? 😍😍😍😍(tumblr messing up) you are so yummmyyyy (Tumblr messing up) and so sexy baby 😍😍😍😍, you are so fly 😍😍😍😍, lickd your face as we drift and float in the air ☺️😍😍🤤🤤🤤🤤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤, this is a pretty flower , ooos I gotta make another post

[mtnkat3]

12.35pm

Horse & worn rider. Desire. Cute pup! Private oasis. Island in the fields. Campfire drinking. 🤔

[Yes my Love/s. I know it's a memory exercise You/Alll do. 😘😏]

DOne my Love/s...

are You feeling worn like I rode You too hard...???🤨🙈🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤔😘😏🙇‍♀️

Or... not cute.

But need me.

Well my Love/s. I will tend to You, & the beautiful steed tooo!!!

I'd never do the whole ride hard & put away wet thing. That's awful & abusive. To human or animal.

The pup is ABSOLUTELY adorable! I burst out laughing!

Oh my Love/s... private oasis to swim, relax & with that walll... be nekked... put one of those shade foils over it & I'd swim all day! The lake would require.a but more... reservation. Unless it's a private one.... I'd love to build our own private oasis...together. mountains... island... just us. & maybe heart family tooo. Maybe.

Right now... I wanna be alone with You/Alll... badly. I mean... a quiet secluded island ... nobody but us. I want & knead & crave & desire & gotta have cause I'm gonna go bonkers for each of You/Alll. Now!!!!!!!!!!

Sigh... slow your roll t. Yes my Love/s.

But but but but but....!!! Hasn't years been enough for You/Alll tooo?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

DPOne... my Love/s... You are my scooby snack, honey, cinnabon tooo & I wanna devour You!!! Scooby Bear...where are You?!?!? Plaintively wailing moan. Sheepish blushin kat.

Deep breath. Focus. Calm. breathe. Relax.

Campfire drinking my Love/s? I'm not sure what it means... to contemplate life staring into the flames with a stiff drink to fortify You/Alll?

I think on the last I missed the campfire cookpot... simmering my ass? Getting me cooking until I'm ready?

Like a cake in the oven, I'm not done yet?

Does that mean to not look for You DPOne? Whimpering sob.

That I'm supposed to just relax?

Or... that I need to think clearly to look but not to force it?

Seee DOne... I am listening. & feel like I am calming down. I honestly think my process would go more quickly with You/Alll, rather than this... cause I wanna love You Alll DOne. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. Mentally. Heart, mind, body, soul, & spirit... Ya know... the whole spectacular, extraordinary, yummy, hunky, huckleberries, treelike beasts Mavericks Bear/s King/s Alpha/s Warrior/s Mate/s Love/s husbands lovers Daddys...babies guides teachers protectors priceless treasures of my soul's precious Mate/s that You/Alll are!!!.

Just so You/Alll know... Ya know...

Ok. I will look for You calmly DPOne.

I know I can't search... work places... that's just.. unseemly. Especially when Your vocation. I won't distract You that way. So I'm trying to figure out how to... guess I could sit at a xrossing at closing tim4... 🤔🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️😏🙇‍♀️😘 ....

I have to put forth effort, for each of You/Alll.

my puzzle Bear/s...

Ggrrr.

You/Alll are teaching, guiding & testing me. I know that. I'm just... DPOne... I feel Your absence. As keenly, as profoundly as DOne when You go silent too.

I watch the following updates & ... it's just hurting bad!!!

Then... fighting my insecurities... friend.

mama... whimpering softly moan... You got me on that one my Love/s. OMG how You did...

Calm. Focus. Breathe. Relax. Repeat.

I love, like, admire, adore, desire, want, need, crave....

You/Alll DOne, DPOne, & Alll.

I am Your's/s'.

🔱💖🐻💓🦌💝⚜♠️🗝🧩♾⚓🙏🙇‍♀️🦉🐢🐛🦋🌱🌺🌻🌹🌷🌳🧶🧵🔆🌠⚡🌂🔗🌎🎯🧭☎️♨️🎶🕯💋

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[katsbookcornerreads]

Fucking fabulous book!!!!! This was my first Gina L. Maxwell book and it won't be the last!!!!!!! Caiden Verran is magnificent!!!! This dark fae badboy had my panties soaked from beginning to end ! He's one of the sexist fae kings of all time with killer good looks and a body made for all kinds of sinful fun. He's into some hard kink and has very dark tastes but he always takes care of our girl Bryn from giving her multi Orgasm's to caring for her needs like the great Dom he is but he can also be a first class asshole! Everything goes great until he wakes up married to Bryn and then in her words he becomes " Mr. Morning-After Asshole" 😂 But before you feel sorry for Bryn don't!!!! She is so fucking awesome!!! She doesn't take shit from day one from this King!!! She's fisty, beautiful,smart and can run fucking circles around this scary as hell dark fae and his punishments for her brat attitude and smart mouth end with her pleasure and him falling farther down the rabbit hole unable to control his need to make her his! Do yourself a favor pre order this book! Don't let the fact that it's a fae romance fool you. 50 shades of grey has nothing on this on this kinky and BDSM romance and Caiden makes Christian seem tame! He's a 6'5 walking wet dream with fangs!!!!!!! And he's not the only hottie! Theirs his two brothers Tier and Finn and both are hot! Theirs also the two woufle brothers who are just as yummy! Gina Maxwell is my new obsession and I intend to read more from this amazing author! Not only did she write some great cliterature but she made me laugh out loud quite a few times!!! I especially loved when Bryn treated to castrate caiden if he ever tried to manipulate her again during sex!!! And I love her wheeling and to get unlimited ebooks and then a beauty and beast inspired library and oh ya, two cats!!! This chic cracks me up!!!! She's my muse for future relationships!😂 I want to thank Netgalley and the beautiful and talented Gina Maxwell and the publisher for this early copy! I knew after seeing the cover and reading the blurb that I had to have it! Until next Luv's 💕💋 I don't own the copyright to the song playing in this video😉 https://www.instagram.com/p/CfK5qNODiKt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[my3amletterstoher]

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Love 🖤

I was scared for the rabbit tho.. well not scared (wrong word) he was timid,I wanted him to be safe bc he was in the front of the house and I didn't want him to dart in the street but usually animals are real chill around me so I just kept calm & wished him well , that Jamaican plate thoooo that's a dope sign 🔥🖤and the leaf looks like a heart 🖤, that was great af

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🚀✨✨✨, I love and appreciate you so much 😘😘😘, you are so beautiful inside and out baby 😍😍😍🖤🏆💍💎, sexy AF too 😩🤤🤤🤤😍😍😍🐱💦, kissing your neck💋💋💋,🚀✨✨✨✨, 💋💋💋, deep breathing in and out, caressing your booty 😍🤤, and thighs, 🚀✨✨✨

(Tumblr messing up) but that song..👅💦lets fuck to it 🐱💦👅💦

https://youtu.be/jEUYTwgqZbc < 🎬🐱💦

https://youtu.be/Slyjr2s2jgA < 🎬🐱💦

But rock music is the best tho... you know how we do, the darker the better 👅💦🐱💦, channeling everything 🤤🤤😍😍💦🐱💦🖤 ahh I wish that I had that video on this phone.. that Marilyn Mason joint you put on a show for me 😍😍✨🤤🤤🤤🤤😍🤤🤤👅💦🐱💦🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆perfection 🖤🐱💦🐱💦, lemme see your face baby, lemme see your breasts 😍🖤🖤🤤🖤🤤🤤🐱💦, strip for me baby,🚀✨✨✨💦, 🐱💦, you sexy af baby 🤤😍😍👅💦my sexy ass trophy 🏆💍🔒⛓so seductive baby😍🤤🤤😍🐱💦, baby you're the greatest 🖤

🚀✨✨✨, deep breathing in and out

WET 🐱🖤💦💦, look at those thighs babyyy, in just here like always holding my stuffed animal..wishing you were right next to me 😍🖤 nah... I wanna be smothered in those thighs rn 😍😍🤤😍🤤😍🤤🐱💦, I wanna touch you all the time , melt inside each other 😍😍🤤🤤🤤, I love it, I know you love it too 😍😍🤤🖤, I can't wait to FaceTime with you 😍🤤🤤🤤🤤😍😍😍😍, 🚀✨✨✨✨, lemme see your face baby 😍🤤, lemme see your thighs,😍🤤🤤🤤🤤, striking your hair, staring into your eyes 😍🤤🤤🤤, running my fingers down your spine 💋💋💋💋💋🐱💦, and ****down your ass 💦🐱💦💦💦, deep breathing in and out , rubbing on those cheeks

Can you feel me? You seem unsettled baby, reach out to me baby, im right here/there and I'm not going nowhere baby 🔒⛓🖤 cuffed in every way for eternity, you are everything baby 🤤😍🤤😍🏆💍💎🌎🖤✨, you're worth it baby 🖤in every way 🖤😩😍🌎MUAH 😘💋, deep breathing in and out , gives you a big kiss 😘😘😘😘😘😘, smothers you with love 😘😘😘😘😘😘🤗🤗🤗😘😘🤗🤗😘💋💋💋

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MUAH 😘🤗😘💋 you're a God baby 😘🖤😘🖤multi-dimensional, you're THAT God , you're a fucking beast baby know that, a sexy beast might I add 😍🤤😘licks your face 👅💦, deep breathing in and out, visualize yourself as white late with a hole in it , I'm about to get ready to get in the showerrrr.. I think sometimes I type too fast but then again I think I type slow idk

Why you flare up? Post for me, interact with me ... your numbers was moving slow then that bitch popped up and you flared up , leave her alone , actually she needs to leave you alone with her dusty ass, that bitch is sneaky af, I got another reading on that bitch, a psychic reading and her energy read and don't let her say anything to twist the shit. Energy doesn't lie

[my3amletterstoher]

Good morning baby , I just woke up 😳, don’t feel good at all

Getting ready to hop in the shower

Deep breathing in and out , visualize yourself as a white light with a hole in it, 😘😘😘😘🤗🤗🤗😘😘🤗🤗🤗🤗,🐱💦💦💦💦💋💋💋🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤,deep breathing in and out ,😍😍😍😍😘😘😍😘😍😘😍😘😍😍😘😍😍😘😘🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🐱💦,🐱💦💦💦💦💦🤤🤤🤤🤤,deep breathing in and out, 🐱💦💦💦💦💦💦, 🐱💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦,🐱💦💦💦💦 https://youtu.be/_O6brRiwojc,🐱💦💦💦,deep breathing in and out , getting dressed ,🖤💋, gives you a big hug and kiss, holding you , rocking you from side to side,kissing you on the neck, 🖤💋🖤💋🖤💋,deep breathing in and out , you are so perfect baby , stares you in your eyes , rubs your shoulder , kissing your lips , Caressing your skin, deep breathing in and out , wraps my arms around you

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My heat is out in my apt and the electricity but only on one side of the house , which is weird lol bwaiting on the people to come fix it but deep breathing in and out , visualize yourself as a white light with a hole in it, black floor, our door with a our symbol on it, it opens to our beach, waves crashing, water glistening, we walk hand in and to our forest , and to our log cabin real quick, we check on our goats, and play with them, my phone is on 2% I gotta see if I can find an outlet for it to work, okay I’m back 🖤, we go into our log cabin and brew up some ayahuasca in the kitchen, I stare you in the eyes, you are perfection baby , we brew up the stuff and talk and laugh while doing so, I grab your hand and kiss it, and rubs on it, I appreciate you baby 👌🏾😍😍🤤🤤🤤😘🤗🖤, we grab our brew and head out, walking through the forest, and to our drawbridge , and to our portal , the portal opens up to this island , real tropical , with palms and everything , sand everywhere, we chill under a tree for a bit, looking at the the water and the people walking by , then we go sight seeing , around the island , there’s huts with different merchants and vendors, we see monkeys in trees swinging and we even see some taking some bandanas out of the basket of one of the vendors and running, we watch as they go up the tree and they run off, we continue to walk, I get you this necklace from one of the vendors and put it around your neck, and give you a kiss, we both smile at each other , you’re so beautiful and sexy 😘😩😍🤤🐱💦, so perfect in every way, 😍😘😍😘😍🤤🤤🤤, I give you a big hug and kiss as we continue to walk through the island , as we hold hands [p.s all the 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍🤤🤤😍😍🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤’s and stuff is from what you posted: wet & melting baby, so seductive 😍🤤🐱💦🖤👌🏾🔥 & I appreciate you holding me down, listening to me, and everything 😩🖤, proud af] , we continue to walk and find our portal, and we exit https://youtu.be/_O6brRiwojc https://youtu.be/9FAMgmaeEgY , we exit out of our portal and to the this to get something to eat on top of this mountain , the view is amazinggggg , we get a bit to eat, and some fruit bowls,,we look at the horizon,

😩😍🤤 Dhdudasuhdxdazkohvtyhhv 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 FAWK 😍🤤🐱💦 NUT 🐱💦 so scrumptious, God, your body is so Gold, https://youtu.be/8WCnwYYDzcE 😍🤤😍😍🤤🤤🐱💦💦💦👌🏾🖤, so sexy baby , so intoxicating , so magickal

My girl/sub is the best yes 😍🤤😍🤤🐱💦, no contest, I give her orders , she paint the perfect pics , got my pussy pulsating and heart pounding, my baby is astounding, she keep it coming and I keep cumming , we cum together, my baby sexy af , got me awe-stuck, addicted to her in every way, we be going all the way, her body is my paradise and im all up in it til the rest of my days , love and passionate so deep, we so hot we set fire to the heat, my baby is a beast, she be serving me up and I’m always ready to eat, she’s the baddest to ever exist;

Keep it coming baby 😍🤤🐱🖤💦, you make me so happy baby , gives you a big hug and kiss , we gonna hit up some festivals 😩😍🤤 Afropunk next year? Soulquarius , the voodoo festival, lollapalooza, Coachella, the EDM festival (I forgot what the specific name of it is) , some rock and roll joints, some haunted houses, about to roll up

We can still do some new moon stuff https://youtu.be/YKpD4LSTBdE

Wrote on it 🖤 can’t wait to see you face to face ,