#yess spread that positivity

[hwallazia]

BITE IT, LICK IT, SPIT IT – 최산

synopsis . in which san discovers a new fetish while you ride him.

pairing . choi san & fem! reader

genre . smut (mdni!), established relationship, non idol!au, married!au.

taglist . @bro-atz @purplenimsicle @vampzity @iykyunho @yyaurii | apply to join my taglist ♡

word count . 0,7k

DISCLAIMER! dom! san, sub! reader, sort of lactation (milk involved but not specifically sucking it from the source), nipple play, cow girl position, bulge kink, mocking, dirty talk, praise, pet names (baby, princess), too many moans and mewls, dacryphilia, basically san fucking the daylights out of reader (even though reader’s on top of him)

NIC’S NOTES yess, the title is based on billie’s lyric on “guess” how’d you know? <3 ;; also, i hate not having the time to write full-length stories so badly TT gotta survive with these little drabbles. so well, enjoy the meal babes !!

“put your back into it, yeah?”

his growl tingled your ear, hands reaching for his wide shoulders for support. you bounced up and down his length relentlessly, with no hesitation, no mercy. his hands found home in your hips which worked perfectly hard, fingers varying between lingering, fond touches and harsh grips on your flesh. your walls enveloped his cock in the most welcoming way, pulsating around him, giving him a taste of heaven.

“s-shut up,” your breathless whisper brushed his earlobe. “it’s hard when your husband has a fucking huge dick—“ you could almost continue your words. a strangled, loud moan intruding into your whiny complaint as he flattened his palm against your ass flesh, the sound of the harsh spank bouncing through the walls.

“just shut up and take it, baby.” he cooed at you mockingly, his recent action belying his honey-dripping voice, his lips finding their way up to your neck. cute love bites were spread all over the skin. “can’t be too hard now can it?”

your eyelashes swung the tears away by blinking once or twice, exhilarating pants rolled off your lips as beads of sweat were attached to your temple. you dropped your head back from the overwhelming feeling. eventually —when he grew far too impatient— he matched your pace, thrusting upwards and, therefore, reaching divine places.

“can’t do anything without my help.” his right found your bouncing breast and trapped it with his palm, his fingers immediately digging into the soft, almost pillowy flesh. “poor little princess.” he teased your nipple a little, sending to another wave of satisfaction as you melted into his touch. soon, a strange white liquid began to ooze out of the slit, resulting in san’s jaw dropping all the way down the floor, eyes wide open and dilated as he stared intently at the white essence, longing to get a taste of it oh-so-badly. the combination of his wife’s leaking tits bouncing right in front of him as his cock ramming into her insides formed a perfectly defined bulge was a sight for sore eyes. and he had the absolute pride to call it his, and only his to admire, to touch, to pleasure.

but you still were working hard on his dick, his hips still going up and down and providing him and you the most satisfying session. it wasn’t until you heard your husband speak that you realized what he was so immersed in. “fuck you’re leaking.”

“what do you mean—“ you questioned immediately and when you stared down at your sweaty body, your orbs twitched at the sight of your abdomen covered with drops of warm milk and san seemly falling in love with it. “oh my.”

you couldn’t understand why it happened right there and then, a swell of bashfulness drowning your senses and immediately stopping your movements to search for a towel or something to clean yourself up. but san paused your actions.

“what are you doing?”

“i’m sorry i’m just—looking for..” your sentence came out as fast as lightning and in parts, since you cut your words to reach for the nearest piece of fabric.

“i literally got you all covered with my cum yesterday and now you’re shy because of some milk drops?” he stated, leaving you frozen in your place. a strong blush inking your cheekbones cutely. he lifted your hips up a bit to immediately restart the game you left pending, his hard cock finding your tight, inviting hole. once again. where it belongs.

your immediate reaction was to scream, holding onto his abs to keep yourself from falling. the fast, restless pace your husband adopted pulled breathless gasps out of you, the loop of san’s name falling off your swollen lips like a mantra. his right hand abandoned your stuttering hip to meet your milk-covered nipple again, stimulating it by rubbing and pinching it. more essence and mewls poured out of you, walls compressing and pulsating frenetically around his cock as they swallowed the entire length almost sinfully. you were crying on his dick in less than a minute.

he chuckled, admiring the view. “what a shameless wife i have.”

| masterlist

[girlokwhatever]

as a sleepy girl i would love some sleepy girl inspired smut🫣 with paige

YESS PERIOD i’m a sucker for this

.ೃ࿐𐦍༘⋆*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆ early morning,,

paige bueckers x fem!reader

once you feel the familiar sensation of paige’s hands on your stomach, you lean into the warmth. its welcoming and gentle, making your skin tingle wherever she leaves the ghost of her affection. she’s trying to pull you out of your slumber, her patience wearing thin.

it always does. you sleep late on the weekends and paige can’t stand it. she has to wait for you and never lasts very long in her attempts of letting you sleep.

even though it’s only 8 am, she doesn’t think she can wait any longer.

the air around you is cold, encouraging you to seek comfort in your girlfriend. you’re turning over onto your back, craning your neck in her direction and entangling your legs together. you’re easily able to admire her beauty from your position below her, taking note of her wavy golden hair. her aura brightens the room, a white light glowing around you and you feel it in your soul.

she’s admiring you too; your skin is glowing and you look radiant. you whine at the sun hitting your eyes and it makes her stomach flutter with the memories of last night.

you under her, legs spread and thighs glistening. she swears your pussy is speaking to her, begging for attention. so wet you’re dripping down onto the blanket under you. you were whining because she just kept looking instead of addressing your needs. she had you practically grinding into the bed. every little sound you made drove her crazy, sending her mind into a frenzy.

this morning was no different. she feels you open your legs from under the covers, stretching out the morning stiffness. if she had a dick, paige is absolutely certain she’d have morning wood.

she slots her bare knee between your legs. once it connects, you’re letting out a whimper and gripping her arm. she feels the dampness between your legs and knows you’re wet too. your girlfriend relishes in the way your heat feels against her, your slick making a mark on her knee.

“mornin’ sleeping beauty,”

your lips connect, working together in a serene unison. it lacks any rush, just the pure and sultry intimacy of your love clashing together. you’re getting drunk on the feeling, not even fully awake yet. you can hardly breathe, pulling away to gather yourself. the arousal you both feel floats in the room, suffocating both of you.

her head is buried in your neck now, peppering soft kisses as she reaches her hand into your underwear. she immediately finds your throbbing nub, lightly pinching and massaging it. you choke on a moan at her ministrations, letting your eyes flutter open before you’re quickly shutting them again.

paige gathers your slick and admires the way she can lubricate her hand with it, gliding it over your own skin. she’s moaning into your skin as she gently pushes her finger into you. you’re squeezing her so nice and she’s only half-way in, your core yearning for her.

she goes slow, knowing you’re still sleepy and tired from last night’s activities. your girlfriend doesn’t mind though, appreciating the lovingness of it all. she feels like one harsh moment might shatter you into a million pieces.

“s’pretty baby, can’t get enough.” she glides a second finger in and out of you, the silence of the morning being interrupted by the sounds of your wetness. you’re nodding at her words, already too blissed out.

“can i taste you baby? you want me to?” you’re moaning out a ‘please’ and she’s up on her knees, kissing all of your skin. she’s making her way down to breakfast, sucking little hickeys on your hip and stomach.

now she’s on her own stomach, hand up your shirt and your legs on her shoulders, wrapping slightly around her head. her free hand pushes your panties to the side and spreads you open, snaking around your thigh with a ghost-like touch. she’s so soft, fingers gliding over and toying gently with your nipples while she wraps her lips around your clit. your back arches off the bed with a whispered praise that she doesn’t hear. you taste so good her ears ring and her vision blurs, only able to focus on the feeling of you in her mouth. your arousal is sticky on her chin but she doesn’t notice that either, only focused on the task at hand.

she wants to make sure you’re fully satisfied so she pulls away from your clit and prods her tongue gently against your entrance. you’re practically a waterfall at this point, your wetness gushing onto her tongue. she appreciates it all, pride swelling her heart and ego when she realizes she’s the reason.

your hand travels down to your clit and draws feather light circles. she thinks it might be the hottest thing ever, only encouraging her to push her tongue deeper against your walls. she’s searching for the spongey texture of your g-spot and she knows she’s found it when you creen off the bed. you’re breathing deep in your sleepy haze, skin glowing from the sticky sweat in the sunlight of the morning.

she hears your breathless whimper about how close you are and it motivates her to massage her tongue against you just the way you like, wanting to hear your moans as you finish. you’re teetering on the edge of blissful release, one last pinch to your nipple, one last finger circling on your clit, one last tongue curl and you’re falling into the feeling. your hips twitch against paige’s face as she cleans away your slick.

once she sits back up you notice it all over her mouth and chin, her face glistening in the light. she’s smiling big and rubbing your thighs, her day off to a great start. she leans up to kiss you after realizing she’s only done it once today, but you’re turning away and groaning.

“gross. go wash your face.”

“why would i wash it off. that’s like throwing out leftovers.”

“ew paige!” you’re lightly slapping her wrist. you both have a slight groggy morning voice and after being satisfied so well, you can already feel yourself drifting back to sleep.

“‘m going back to sleep,” voice muffled by the pillow, paige hardly understands you. but after all her work, after knowing she’s satisfied you, she also welcomes the idea of sleep.

she wipes her face off and quickly joins you again, pulling you on top of her. after a few minutes, your soft breath on her neck coaxes her into a light sleep. your limbs are tangled, wrapped around each other for extra warmth and comfort. your skin is soft against hers and she wishes she could absorb you into her own skin, never wanting to be away from you.

paige realizes she’s never been happier than she is whenever she’s with you.

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[cntloup]

18+ MDNI König x Fem!Reader

He barely gets out of his gear when he returns home, so desperate, so needy for his precious bunny, his mind clouded with thoughts of you the whole way back from deployment.

As soon as his eyes land on you, he lifts you up and props you on his shoulder and walks straight to the bedroom.

He tells you to just lie back and look pretty for him and you obey like a good girl, so pliant and obedient for him.

You start drooling at the sight of him, rubbing your thighs together as the heat pooling up between your legs starts to get almost unbearable, your pussy soaked in your slick, desperately weeping for his cock.

His mask and uniform are still on while he spreads your legs, revealing your glistening pussy to him, "So schön, mein Liebling." he coos, unbuckling his belt and taking his throbbing cock out.

He lines himself up between your legs, too desperate and needy to prep you.

His leaking tip teasingly rubs along your folds as your body trembles with anticipation.

He eases himself into you. Your mouth forms an o shape and a gasped-out moan falls out at the wide stretch of your unprepped walls.

His body shivers at the feeling of your warm walls finally engulfing his needy cock, "So süß!" he grunts out.

He positions you into mating press, his full body weight pressed against you so you can’t move an inch, fully locked in beneath him, strong muscular arms keeping your legs wide open for him.

He starts moving without letting you adjust, making you gasp and whine in pain which soon begins to subside as the pleasure takes over.

Your soaking wet pussy is crammed with his fat cock and you let out a loud moan at the aching pleasure.

He slides in and out of your tight hole at a punishing pace, ramming his girthy shaft into your needy cunt.

You mewl and whimper desperately beneath him, tightly grasping his shoulder, nails digging into the flesh through the cloth.

His tip strokes your cervix with each harsh thrust, pubic hair tickling your clit and hefty balls slamming against your ass.

Tears prickle the corner of your eyes, “Ahh, yes, yess, Kö! F-feels so good, baby!” you moan out as he hits that sweet spot deep inside you repeatedly.

“That’s right, Schatz! So verdammt eng!” He pants and grunts into your ear as he fucks you into the mattress, his breath hot on your neck.

You look at his masked face through your fluttering watery lashes as he splits you open on his fat cock, his blue eyes darkened with lust.

"Du bist so schön, mein Engel." he grunts out and your sensitive walls flutter around his length.

“Du magst es, Baby!” he chuckles at how responsive your pussy is to him.

Your high-pitched moans drift into the air, turning into hiccupped breathy whimpers after a while as he knocks the air out of your lungs, and mix with his low growls and the sound of slick and your pussy squelching.

He moans in sheer pleasure when your pulsating walls tighten around him, “Komm für mich, Liebling.” he whispers in your neck, chest heaving against yours, his uniform rubbing on your sensitive perky nipples.

Your mind goes numb and your eyes roll to the back of your head at the sweet sensation of his thick veiny cock dragging along your sensitive walls as he brings you to a state of pure euphoria.

Your mouth hangs open in a silent cry, your legs shaking. Your seeping puffy pussy clenches tightly around his meaty cock, milking him dry as he reaches his own high and a deep groan leaves his mouth as you both cum at the same time.

He spills his seed inside your womb, pumping into you a few more times, making you whine at the overstimulation, "Sorry, Schatz! Not gonna waste even a drop!"

You're both panting heavily, coming down from your highs. He lifts up the mask and kisses your lips so lovingly as if he didn’t just fucking destroy you.

“Ich liebe dich.” he whispers against your lips, “Ich liebe dich auch, Kö.” you reply with a content smile, still lost in a haze. 

A/N: please excuse my broken German :')

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 

[sumaneun-stars]

'Turn It Off'

Pairing. Bf!sunghoon x fem!reader

Genre. Established relationship, fluff

Warnings. None!

Synopsis. Cuddles and games with your beautiful boyfriend<3

You yawned in exhaustion as you entered your shared bedroom with your boyfriend. You smiled when you noticed Sunghoon had arranged the bed.

“Thank you for making the bed Hoon!” You cheered as you jumped on the freshly made bed, stretching to your heart's content.

“Hey! Don't mess it up!” Sunghoon screamed from inside the washroom.

Giggling, you took his pillow and hugged it, sighing in satisfaction as you inhaled his scent.

“No! Don't warm my pillow!” He walked up to the bed, chuckling at how you looked.

When you continued to laugh and hug it further, Sunghoon pulled you to him by your feet.

“Okay okay” you laughed when he wrapped your legs around his waist and towered over you.

“What's up with you and finding warmth baby?” Sunghoon kissed your forehead and carried you up to the bed.

“What do you mean?” You spoke against the nape of his neck.

“Every night your legs find their way under my back, and when I turn you're curled up like a baby,”  Sunghoon explained as he arranged the pillows with one hand before laying you down.

“That's because it's cold,” the both of you laughed.

“Then hug me” he whined teasingly.

“Hoon, I'm basically dead when I sleep”

He sighed playfully. 

“You’re impossible, love” Sunghoon got under the sheets and rested his head on your chest, humming at the feeling of your fingers running through his hair.

Knowing the both of you would doze off soon, your hand reached out to the light switch behind you. When you turned the lights off, the room was still bright.

“You forgot to turn off the bathroom light” you spoke to his hair as you switched on the bedroom light.

“Noo!” he protested into your chest.

“Go switch it off Hoon” you tried to move him but he clung himself onto your body like a leech.

“You do it y/nn” 

“You came out last baby” you added as you tapped his head.

“I made the bed” Sunghoon rested his head on your right breast as he looked up at you.

“Oh really, well I made dinner” you raised a challenging eyebrow at him.

“Hey! I helped you!” He protested with a cheeky smile.

“Help? You? You almost burned-”

“Okay okay, rock paper scissors?” He smiled innocently at you.

You laughed at the absurd moment, all this just to turn off the bathroom light? Moments like this made you fall harder for your boyfriend.

“Rock, paper, scissors” the both of you said in sync.

“Hah! I won!” Sunghoon laughed as he showed his hand covering your palmed fist.

“Nooo” you whined in protest.

“Ohh yess” he teased you.

Sulking that you had to get out of your comfortable position, you walked to the bathroom switch and turned it off.

When you made it back to the bed, Sunghoon was still embracing his victory, hands in the air and his body spread across the bed.

Laughing at his antics, you jumped on him.

“Agh!” he dramatically screamed in pain and faked passing out.

“Haha very funny, Hoon” you moved up to him and pecked his lips. “There, I brought you back to life” you played along.

“It should be longer princess” he winked at you.

The both of you couldn't control your laughter, it made your stomach hurt. After it died off, you turned to your side of the bed and relaxed your head on the pillow.

After a minute, you felt Sunghoon's hand sneak around your waist. He pulled you closer to him until your back hit his chest, his breath fanning your ear.

“Hoon” your voice came out as a whisper

“Hm?” He rubbed his nose over your earlobe, erupting a thousand butterflies.

“The bedroom light, turn it off”

He chuckled against your ear, and you heard his hand switching it off.

“Night, love” he mumbled and planted a kiss to the side of your head.

“Night, Hoon”

End.

A/n: just a drabble bc he's on my mind all the time!

[8um8le]

Hello, I love your stuff and adore the thought of an average joe y/n being best friends with or dating three giant robot assassins! It's so great and whether it's romantic or (my personal fav) platonic, it's adorable!

I just keep picturing in my mind certain moments like: the three coming back from some assassination to a domestic movie night because y/n came over for a visit. Sun's having a bad day with his shadow self/intrusive thoughts and y/n just helps distract him with cuddles and youtube food videos. Bot's feeling chaotic and needs help with a prank, y/n is there and so down to help spread some mischief. Moon's feeling a little reckless and does something dumb that has y/n fretting and reminding him to take care of himself. Y/n sneaking over one day to make breakfast for the boys and feeling embarrassed when they remember that, technically, the boys don't eat but they eat it anyways because y/n made it for them!

Moments with average joe y/n feel like a nice reprieve, a moment of normalcy and domesticity in the boys chaotic life. A happy, sweet balance :D

As you can see, I have so many thoughts on this! I'm so sorry for this long rant XD

Oughhh yess I am guilty of imagining my insert being average joe Y/N in sc wahhh

These 3 could never really experience a “normal” mundane life, ever since the beginning. Sun and Moon were trashed tiny bots, not like they could get up and get a normal 9-5. 8ot got close to it with Vision, but we know what happened with that.

In this case Y/N is there to re-introduce humanity in a more serene positive light compared to what their brutal full time job has to offer. It’s mostly shallow people, greed and overall chaos. Even the part-time daycare job reminds them that even the youth can be subjected to repeat their parents mistakes, since the place is only for those who can afford to toss their kids in there.

They’re so used to be being surrounded by snobby people, but Y/N reminds them, there is definitely still good in people living in this city.

[wheredafandomat]

Strawberries & Cream 🍓

@thatfreakycouple

18+ | contains smut. NSFW

You set cameras up around the room, the main one you’re focusing on is positioned on a tripod at the end of the bed as Loki secures your wrists against the bed posts before blindfolding you and beginning. The camera positioned above you both shows your naked bodies as Loki kisses you deeply before pulling away leaving you searching for his lips with your own.

“Open your mouth.” He commands, you obeying before you hear the sound of him shaking the can of whipped cream you had purchased specifically for this. You stick your tongue out before he’s spraying some on it and using his fingers under your chin to close your mouth. You smile, humming approvingly at the taste of the cold cream before Loki’s kissing you again. You widen your legs, allowing him to rest between them as the kiss grows sloppier, Loki tasting the cream on your tongue. You can feel him hardening as you buck your hips before Loki pushes them back down.

You’re left searching for his lips again as Loki pulls away before moving further down the bed. Silence fills the room before Loki covers your chest in the cream, the coldness of it making your nipples harden as you gasp slightly. You feel his tongue licking a firm stripe up your sternum as you arch your back, pressing your chest closer to his face. He begins peppering kisses across your chest, licking up some of the cream in the process before he stops, leaving you desperate for more.

“Lokii.” You whine, arching your back further, your lack of sight seemingly leaving you unaware of him picking up one of the strawberries you yourself had plated and left on the bedside table. Before you can say anything else, you feel Loki circle one of your erect nipples with a strawberry, gathering the cream before bringing it to his lips and taking a bite.

“Mmm, heavenly.” He almost whispers, eyes closing momentarily in ecstasy before bringing the strawberry to your lips. You take a bite, licking the residue of the cream off of your lips before Loki gathers some on his fingers, spreading more across your lips. You lick it off before moaning at the feeling of Loki licking the remainder of the cream off of your breasts. You fight against the restraints, desperate to hold something, to grip Loki’s hair, anything as he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. Once the cream is gone, his lips travel lower, kissing your stomach as he shimmies further down the bed, your legs widening. Once he’s low enough, he pushes them further apart, bending one at the knee to grant him further access as he kisses your thighs, pointedly ignoring your centre as you writhe against the bed. You try to buck your hips but Loki keep them pushed down, continuing to kiss and caress your inner thighs before you feel the cold cream against you again, only this time it’s between your legs.

Loki wastes no time licking the cream off, his tongue lightly tracing your most sensitive areas granting you pleasure but not nearly enough. He flattens his tongue against your clit briefly as you moan before he stops again. Using his fingers, he teases your entrance before pushing them inside, your walls squeezing them as your slick coats his fingers. He starts off slow, curving his dexterous digits towards your g spot leaving you groaning as you thrash against the bed, your restraints only giving you little ability to move. You lose all composure when he begins sucking on your clit, the heels of your feet digging into the bed beneath you as he continues pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“Lokiii—fuck—yess.” You whimper, the lascivious sound of Loki sucking your pussy no doubt being picked up by the sensitive cameras. You moan louder as the sound of him swallowing the mixture of his saliva and your arousal and the squelching of his fingers in and out of your core fills your ears. He groans lowly against you, the vibrations reverberating through you as you approach your climax. “I’m closeee—don’t stop-don’t stoppp” you beg, Loki swirling his tongue around your clit before you reach your peak, coming undone as your cum coats his fingers. He pulls them out slowly, licking them clean he admires his work, your glistening folds paired with the contraction of your walls a sight for the camera at the end of the bed.

Picking up one of the strawberries, you gasp as Loki glides it through your sensitive folds before he brings it to his lips and licks it clean before repeating the action and biting the strawberry. You wish you could see him in this moment but the stupid blindfold is obscuring your view.

“The best strawberries and cream.” He grins, finishing the strawberry between his fingers.

“Loki please, I need you.” You speak, wanting to feel him inside of you and not just for content. He finally unties you and removes the blindfold before he’s lining himself up with your entrance. He eases his hard cock inside of you slowly as your moist walls beckon him in deeper. You wrap your legs around his waist as he begins to move in and out, fucking you steadily before increasing his pace. “Loki fuckk.” You almost choke as he slams into you, chasing his own release. He wraps one of his hands around your throat, gently squeezing as he looks down at you, both your eyes meeting as you stare up at him, expression clearly pleasured.

“Taking me so well.” He grits, his pelvis grinding against your clit.

“Feels soo good” you babble, eyes rolling backwards “I love it when you fuck me like this.”

Brining his hand to his lips, Loki sucks two of his fingers before moving it between you both and rubbing them against your clit, the action leaving you hurtling towards another orgasm as his thrusts grow sloppy before his hips still as he spills inside of you.

“Lokii.” You moan, your nails digging into his back as you climax again, him coating your walls. It’s only once you both come down from your highs that he pulls out, the brief moment of your legs splayed open with the creamy mixture of his ejaculate and your arousal trickling out of you providing a good thumbnail for the vid.

Mmm, tasty

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[angeart]

Y'know I had just added the 🎀 because I was asking about the ribbon and I wanted you to know it was the same person on the follow up ask xD but I also went :o irl at being called ribbon anon!

I saw you had tagged the bonus rambles about the mimic's name! I have been dying to ask that too! but you also mentioned follow up rambles so I figured we'd learn it then?

Noooo what happened to Scar's vex wings?? D: Also how do Scar's vex wings work in general? are they out all the time like Grian's or can he magic them away??

-🎀

naah, you have to keep it now! you’re officially the ribbon anon! it’s yours! :3c accept your fate <3

as for the bit about the mimic’s name… i think i’ll make a separate post about that a little bit later (either later today or tomorrow). it’s not going to be a part of the Main Big Mimic Arc Rambles, because it’s something me and link figured out sort of on the side, later. but i’m happy to tell you about it, so keep an eye out for that one!

scar’s vex wings are magic, and he mostly has them hidden away. i asked link to tell us all more about how that works, so if you’re interested, go check it out on their blog! >> link to the post here << 

but yes yess let me tell you about what happened to scar's wings! and what better way to tell you than through an unnecessarily long storytime. tucking it under the cut <3

so. you know how i mentioned that they meet by hunters pouncing on grian, and grian getting hurt? mmh. we start with grian in pain, hungry and dehydrated to the point of lightheadedness, and exhausted from lack of sleep as well as a pretty significant bloodloss. basically, he’s out of commission, and it’s up to scar to take care of him and desperately try to keep him alive on zero supplies.

they make their way to a crevice in a ravine that leads into a cave. (in between this and that, there were tears and panic and desperation. and kisses. shh.)(and of course, the ribbon.) 

i think this cave is very fun, so i’ll yoink two snippets from the rp, one from scar’s pov (link) and one from grian’s (me), so you can get into this pretty atmosphere too <3 

-- SCAR POV snippet:

His best way of describing the place would be this nightmare server’s best attempt at a lush cave, Scar thinks somewhat bitterly.

And a rather sad attempt at that.

There’s greenery, which is shocking enough given how almost everything they’ve seen has been dead or dying. It’s mostly moss, a few sparse patches of grass, and a leafy substance that sticks to the walls, littered with thorns. 

Vines stretch down from the ceiling, but they’re not bright and colorful like glow berry vines back home. They do glow, but it’s only a faint illumination, somehow still managing to be grey and drab. And it’s not the fruit that glows either, but rather the vine itself, almost pulsating. Almost breathing. 

It makes Scar uneasy, but not immediately threatened. And unfortunately that’ll have to do.

There is fruit on the vines, for what it’s worth, but they’re bruised and darkened. Questionable at best. Scar doesn’t like their chances.

What matters, however, is the water. 

There’s a small pond in the center of the cave with water pooling into it slowly from one of the walls. 

It’s not the cleanest source of water given the dirty moss and dying roots that crawl along the shore, spreading their way underwater in various places and tinting the surface green, but they’re hardly in a position to be picky. 

(It’s likely better than the river from before, surrounded in mud and grime and later death.)

Right now a place like this may as well be paradise.

“Home sweet home?” Scar offers jokingly, though timidness seeps into his tone. He really hopes it can be, at least long enough for them to get back on their feet.

-- GRIAN POV snippet:

It’s the rhythm trailing off and stopping, that finally forces Grian to crack his eyes open. He blinks, chasing the blur away, trying to take in their new surroundings: the moss coats walls and ground in stray patches, lending them some colour in a place that’s otherwise drab and grim; the pond in the center glitters faintly, murky water reflecting murky light; the growth clinging to the stone walls and hanging from the ceiling looks wholly unhealthy, slick and sick, mushy, rotting, held together only in places. The vines seem to be breathing, swaying the gentlest bit even though Grian can’t feel a breeze; a calm but wholly unsettling pulse of light fades and brightens in time with their miniscule motion, always veering on not-enough, casting them in various shades of dimness. 

Just like anything else here, this cave looks wretched and like nothing he is familiar with. 

And yet Scat tacks a joking phrase on it, like plonking down a cheesy mat that says Welcome in cursive, deliberately and triumphantly placed in front of a building that’s entirely falling apart. There’s no salvaging this, but Grian chuckles quietly anyway, and with a wry curl of his lips, he echoes back, words hollow and barely touched by misplaced amusement: “Home sweet home.”

And it just might be—or the closest thing they can achieve to it right now. It’s dark and damp and unpleasant, the air a bit stale and the walls oozing icy chill, but it’s shielded and hidden, quiet, sheltered from the wind and the rain, with a pooled source of water perfectly within reach. It’s more than they expected. More than they could’ve hoped for.

----

now that you can imagine the absolute beauty of this place, for no reason at all but to indulge me, we can continue!

scar carefully sets grian down by the wall to rest. grian lies down in the only way he knows to be safe: with his dishevelled wings tucked tightly against a wall, feathers as much out of sight as he can manage, despite the horrible discomfort of it. and scar leaves to try and gather some supplies, leaving behind a promise that he won’t stray too far, won’t get out of sight.

he manages to put together enough things to light a fire, while grian dozes off into an exhausted, shivery sleep. with the fire lit next to the avian, scar moves away again, even as fatigue drags at him and begs him to stay, to rest. because this is all on him now: he needs to provide, he needs to protect, he needs to make sure they stay alive. (and it terrifies him, because he doesn’t have the best track record of staying alive, back on hermitcraft—) and for that, they need more supplies.

so he ventures back into the cave, searching. pawing at the stone. digging. trying so, so very hard to get something out of it all. using his wings to aid his aching legs. they provide dim, pale blue  light, which also helps as he moves further and further away from the fire. 

he makes sure to constantly look back, anxiously checking the area surrounding the fire, making sure nothing’s approaching grian, who’s wounded and asleep and completely defenceless.

scar does not pay nearly as much attention to his own surroundings.

that’s when it happens.

the crackling of the fire almost completely swallows up the familiar warning hiss of a creeper.

scar whirls around, eyes wide, catching a sight of a creeper that’s all wrong—distorted and decaying, overgrown with vines and fungus, with haunting empty voids for eyes—before it sets off and explodes.

all scar can do is fling his wings forwards in a desperate attempt to shield himself with them.

this is what tears his wings to tatters. (you can see their state on some of link’s art - like the hhau scar design/reference sheet)

scar skids on the hard ground, thrown by the force of the explosion, wings wrapped around him protectively. immediately after the cave falls quiet and dark again, his wings fade, too, and— he’s disoriented and breathless and in pain, and the explosion woke grian up—an awakening pitch straight into confused, searing panic—and scar doesn’t really get much of a chance to process what’s happened and how much damage there is. in fact, he doesn’t check his wings for a very long time. (he knows they’re damaged.) (he doesn’t want to see—doesn’t want to feel it.)

so it’s a while before scar gets to understand just how damaged his wings are.

and it’s even longer before grian sees.

<3

[inlovewithgreta]

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Week Three: mutual masturbation/voyeurism

Watch Me - Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Summary: Wanda likes to watch you.

Other Warnings: praise, that's pretty much it lmao

Word Count: 900+

Taglist: @shslbunnylover @aemilia19 @bellatrixsbrat @aemilia19

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"You're so wet, sweet girl. Is that all for me?" Your lover cooed, fingers circling sweetly around her throbbing clit.

"Y-yess, it's all for you.. Only for you, my love." You let out a soft moan as you played with your own pussy.

You were leaning against the headboard, legs spread wide open for Wanda to see every inch of your soaking cunt while she sat opposite of you, in the exact same position, doing the exact same thing. She tossed her long ginger hair behind her back, giving you the fullest view of her naked body.

Her fingers were covered in slick from her arousal, swirling endlessly around her aching clit. You were almost mirroring her movements, except you were playing with your tits at the same time. Fingers squeezed at your erect nipples, twisting and pulling to elicit even more sinful moans from yourself.

"Fuck, you look so hot right now," she admitted with a small moan.

"Mmm, so do you..." you moaned out.

Her eyes couldn't help but fixate on the way two of your fingers slid past your entrance with ease, due to the slickness between your legs. The lewd sounds coming from your pussy, and the high -pitched moans following after had her stomach tighten in a familiar knot.

She picked up the pace with her own digits, circling her clit rapidly while adding just enough occasional pressure that left her a shaking mess.

"F-fuck, Wanda I'm gonna come!"

"Don't you dare come yet," her voice was deep and full of lust.

Wanda was ensuring to savor this moment, both of you fucking yourselves in front of the other was something she had always dreamed of doing with you, and now that she had it, she didn't want it to end so soon.

Her fingers were rapid, and it took everything in her to ignore the strain to her forearm, but the pleasure coursing throughout her body was a good distraction.

A single tear fell down your cheek, your body wanting to release so badly that you choked out a whine. You knew if you slowed your movements, or halted them temporarily, Wanda wouldn't let you come at all, but you were sure to listen to her.

You always listened to her, and that was something she loved dearly. Her sweet girl always did what she was told. Always did what she was supposed to do, and it was a quality Wanda had admired from the beginning.

Your eyes left her cunt to focus on her chest, watching intently as her tits slightly shook from her quick movements. It was a pure sight to see that had you wanting nothing more than to suck her pink nipples that were so erect, almost begging to be touched.

"Wanda, I can't— I can't hold it in! Please let me come! Please! I've been such a good girl, your good girl. I need to come!"

The redhead pondered for a moment, almost wanting to make you wait, but your pleas and look of desperation had convinced her. She knew how badly you needed it. Almost as badly as she wanted to see it. To see you come undone before her. All from watching her fuck herself in front of you.

"Okay sweet girl, come for me." she cooed, dark eyes trained onto you.

"Mmph...T-thank you!" you happened to choke out as your vision went blurry. Walls clenched, and come coated your fingers as you carelessly pumped them in and out.

Just the sight of you finally breaking down in front of her, had her own orgasm rushing at her. The sounds of your moans blending perfectly with hers in harmony, the lewd noises coming from your wet core, and the sight of your dripping cunt had the redhead shaking in pleasure.

Her head lulled back as she came with a loud groan. Her breathing hitched as her legs shook violently, her orgasm hitting her like a truck.

This was everything she had ever dreamed of, ever imagined doing, and all of her fantasies were coming true. Having you touch yourself in front of her as she did the same, had her come harder than she ever had before.

"Fuck! That was so hot, pretty girl."

"We're gonna have to do that again," Your breath shook as you let out a small laugh, body leaning heavily against the headboard behind you.

Wanda let out a hum of approval as she slid her slender fingers into her mouth, tasting herself along her tongue as she swirled it around her digits.

You let out a small whimper as you slid your own hand from between your legs, Wanda's eyes focusing tenderly on the fingers that slid into your own mouth.

The two of you sucked your own release off before Wanda crawled her way over to you, smashing her puffy lips against yours in a needy kiss. She wanted the sweet and tangy mix of your releases, and she hummed in approval once she got it.

Your arms wrapped around her smooth waist as her tongue quickly dominated your own, but you couldn't help but notice the subtle buck of her hips as she got carried away.

"Again..." she whispered against your lips.

"Please," she begged you.

You couldn't help but smile during the kiss at the neediness of your girlfriend. Once she started, it was always a while before she had enough, but it's not like you wanted her to stop to begin with.

You could always go for hours with her, and that made Wanda glad that you both shared the same endurance as she could never get enough of you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[pro-endo-culture-is]

Pro endo culture is having secondary arguments on hand that sound endo neutral but are secretly endo positive because you don't want to argue with friends

(this funny little plural is slowly gaining the confidence to be publicly pro endo though :D)

YESS!!! US BACK IN JUNE FRFR (on our old acc which we had to switch from personal reasons we tried to remain endo neutral appearing to not get banned off most blogs we liked who were all anti endo, but we still didn't wanna see misinfo spread around so we literally created a bunch of these >:3)

[genderfluid-info-blog]

i just want to share that i'm genderfluid but without the girl part! meaning that genderfluidity can be fluid to any genders, it doesn't have to be all of them! you can be genderfluid but no binary genders and that's okay! genderfluid is an amazing thing :D

Yess! I'm genderfaer, and I think it's so important to spread awareness about the fact that "genderfluid" means just that: your gender is fluid. There are literally no limitations to it, between how many genders and how often it fluctuates, whether the change is regular, irregular or tied to different seasons, moods, situations, people etc it all doesn't matter! If your gender is fluid in any form, you can call yourself genderfluid!

It's so important that more people learn about this. A lot of the asks I get are people being worried about breaking some inexistent "rules", and I absolutely understand where that insecurity comes from, but that's why I made this blog. To spread awareness and positivity in the genderfluid community.

So yeah, your gender rocks, thank you so much for sharing this! Being genderfluid is so cool, hope you're doing well!!🩷🤍💜🖤💙

[thelurkershideout]

summerfest day 7

companion or fallen

Notes: Warnings for blood, descriptions of injuries. I'm not sure this scene is exactly what I wanted it to be but I had a lot of fun with it. There's a good brother moment for Vilkas and Farkas that I really like!

The smell of blood filled Jorrvaskr as Vilkas slammed through the doors, half collapsing into a pillar as he lowered her to the floor. The last thing Gwyn heard was Skjor and Aela shouting.

When she woke she was on a table with Tilma leaning over her, carefully ministering to the claw marks across her chest. Her body was heavy, a freezing ache spread from her limbs. Eyelids barely open, the high ceiling of the main hall faded in and out of focus, just slightly too slow to sync with the pounding in her head.

“Are you sure?” Skjor’s harsh voice came from somewhere by her feet.

“I'm positive, it was Arnbjorn.” Vilkas grumbled back through what sounded like gritted teeth.

“Traitor.” Aela was nearer to her head than the others.

“Did he say anything?” Kodak was calm and soothing.

“Not much that I heard b- ow FARKAS!”

“If you held still this wouldn't hurt as much.” Farkas was trying not to sound bothered. Vilkas let out an exasperated and painted groan as Farkas returned to tending his wounds.

“He knew her name.” Vilkas’ teeth ground together.

“So he had been following you? And you didn't notice?” Aela’s voice seemed closer, was she pacing?

“He might have -” He cut off his own thoughts with a deep breath. “No, he didn't even seem to remember me, but he knew her.” 

Nausea gurgled up from Gwyn's stomach. Half focused memories flickered in her mind. The Sanctuary. Dark Hallways. Whispered threats. Arnbjorn’s pale eyes, constantly watching. 

“You think he was after her?” Skjor sounded unconvinced. 

“He lured me away, a trick for easier access to her.”

She wanted to speak. The nightmare had finally caught up to her, and she needed to explain herself.  Her head continued to pound, the pain in her chest was suffocating. Her first attempt at words came out a quiet groan.

“Shhhhh,” Tilma reached up to place a soothing hand on her forehead. Footsteps drew closer until Kodlak appeared opposite her. His face was calm, a hint of concern only noticeable in his brow. The metallic taste and smell of her own blood was nearly overwhelming. 

“D-dark,” she finally managed to barely squeak out a word. Kodlak’s hand replaced Tilma’s.

“Breathe slowly child,” Kodlak's voice was even and soothing. “Slow full breaths.”

Gwyn followed his words. Long slow breaths that strained against her bruised ribs. The nausea subsided slightly. The room was silent.

“Try again, Gwyn.”

“Dark,” the word clawed its way out of her throat. Jagged and sharp against her scream strained vocal chords. “Brotherhood.”

There was a long deafening silence. Kodlak's brow furrowed deeper, the concern seemed to shift to anger.

“The Dark Brotherhood?” Skjor finally broke the silence. “Are they hunting you?”

“Yess” she exhaled.

“Do you know why?”

“I-I…” her eyes squeezed shut as tears began to roll down her cheeks. “Left.”

More silence. No more running now. 

“You left the Dark Brotherhood?” It was Kodlak's voice directly above her. Gwyn didn't dare open her eyes.

This was it. Everything she had worked for, the years spent rebuilding herself, gone in an instant. Nausea crept back in. She was a liability. She would return to wandering, this time with a werewolf haunting her every move.

Hello little lamb. Arnbjorn's taunts echoed in her pounding head.

“You were an assassin?” Skjor nearly laughed. “She's lost too much blood to make any sense.”

“We should get her to a bed,” Tilma's voice was quiet.

“Put her in mine,” Vilkas volunteered quickly. “She'll need it more. I'll sleep with the welps.”

“You're all going to ignore this?” Aela's voice was angry.

“She's not exactly capable of coherent conversation, Aela.” Vilkas snapped back.

“We could be inviting the Dark Brotherhood into our home.”

“It does not matter.” Kodlak's voice cut off Vilkas before he could get a word out. “She took her oath, she has proved her honor. She is a Companion, and we take care of our own.”

Arms slid underneath her to lift her from the table. The warm light of the main hall was replaced with the cool dark of the downstairs. Her fellow recruits whispered amongst themselves as she was carried past.

“It looks worse than it is. She will recover.” Tilma said as she was lowered onto a bed. “She needs rest more than anything.”

A large hand rested on her shoulder.

“We will talk about this in the morning.” Kodlak's voice was firm.

[average-hyperfixator]

i don’t think it’ll let me comment specifically on ur reblog which ugh sobs but THANK YOU SM FOR THE THOUGHTS/KIND WORDS YOU R VERY NICE ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ i am more than happy to supply hyperfixation nourishment because tumblr is doing the same for me rn i love these stupid guys 💀 love to see i’m not alone on the general ted + tedAM thoughts they r so interesting to me ….

EHE

I enjoy spreading joy and positivity especially across fandoms I like

And YESS, all the stupid all consuming thoughts abt Ted and TedAM… the queers ever.

Ngl seeing your posts has motivated me to make my own little designs for these guys, mostly for my “Human” AM AU, bc that would make sense. I love most of their canon designs already tbh but HEY, FOR THE FUNNIES YK

[carnivorousyandeere]

Eris spanking her darling... hope she's mindful of her claws 😳 though they could be seen as a fun bonus in the whole thing lmao

Also... xir laying eggs on her darling 😳 omg yess

“Like this?”

Eris swats your ass lightly. It’s not enough to sting, but from your compromising position facedown and ass-up on the bed, your skin already feels too warm, too sensitive. Your hands twist the sheets, sucking in a shuddering breath and ducking your head down to hide your face. You wish you could be as unselfconscious as she is. It doesn’t seem to occur to her that either one of you would have any reason to feel shyness, embarrassment, shame.

( MDNI, No Age In Bio DNI )

“A-a little harder—” you cut yourself off with a sharp gasp as xir hand cracks down just a little too hard. Your head whips around indignantly. “E-Eris!”

Eris runs her fingertips over the stinging skin. Her eyes are dark, a purplish flush spread across her nose and cheekbones. Her eyes flick to yours, and the hunger in them makes you shiver. She bites her lip, sharpening teeth peeking, and you can’t help thinking about how xe might actually devour you whole one day.

The sound of your blood rushing through your body is intoxicating, overwhelming, as enticing as the ebb and flow of the tides. Xe can’t get enough. Eris spanks you again, just as hard as the last time, and you nearly bite your tongue trying to stifle your moan.

Eris spanks you again, and again, varying where each strike lands but setting a steady rhythm. The stinging sensation of each hit turns to burning, burning across your skin and burning in your core. Eris relishes in every sound you make, the way you writhe back and forth like you’re not sure if you’re trying to escape or ask for more.

She’s beginning to lose herself too, until xir claws emerge from her excitement. Eris pauses, examining your trembling form, knowing it’s about time to stop. She leans over you, kissing away a stray tear, and then moving to your lips to swallow your whimper when she runs her claws gently over your tender skin.

[doodle-dee]

Amara Wilson for @awkwardwhims' yearnforfern

Age: 27

Prounouns: She/Her

Traits: generous,adventurous, and materialistic

Information about Amara

Started modeling at a young age, and only stopped doing it around age 26. It was never something she could see herself doing for the rest of her life so she just put an entire stop to it and has been pursuing other things for the past year.

Advocates for body positivity. Not only is she a thicker woman, she is also a black woman with albinism so you can see how that cause some image issues. Though she embraces herself, and through her modeling she pushed to tell others to embrace themself no matter what they look like. She obviously can't spread her message through modeling now, but she does do donations and still finds a way to spread her message anyway she can

Since she was modeling from a very young age to just recently in her life, she has garnered a bit of attention. Enough to be influential but not enough to be a celebrity in her eyes.

Modeling was her only source of income for years so she has a bit of money garnered up that she is living on now that she is pursuing other things, and settling down.(she traveled alot for work and stuff)

Fun Facts

Only child. Never had the pleasure arguing with siblings or anything like that.

Did go to college and has a degree in fine arts. Which also ties into one of the things she is trying out now that she is done modeling

Likes to stitch, not very good at it but now that she has alot of downtime she is going to make sure she gets better at it

Her mom was her manager for a little while, but after awhile she stopped because she didn't want to damage their relation. Though all her momaging did get Amara a bit of influence so she is grateful(her mom is the only family heavily involved in her life and they have a very close relationsip)

People mistake Amara as her moms friend most times because they look so different that it's hard for people to see it.

Likes to paint lol

Ready to settle down and try new things

Haven't been in many relationships due to her previous profession, but again she is ready to settle down and try.

Open to trying new things

Amara dressed to impress for so long that it's taking her some time to integrate herself back into more laid back clothing. For now she owns alot of expensive and maybe name brand clothing and continues to buy stuff like that, but she is seriously trying to stray away. She wants to dial it back alot, and change her style a bit. So right now she is very experimental in her life.

Yess that's it! Thank you for this opportunity. If she gets picked it will be a private download:)

[wheredafandomat]

Agent y/n being fucked like a whore

@thatfreakycouple

18+ | contains smut. NSFW

Today's setup was a camera positioned above the full body mirror at the end of your bed. You and Loki took turns oiling his torso before you ruffled his hair, kissing him deeply before getting into position and hitting record. You start on all fours, facing the camera as Loki takes his place behind you, slapping your ass. You whimper when you feel his hand cupping your pussy as your eyes meet in the mirror, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face. He begins moving it back and forth slowly, his fingers adding a little pressure to your clit before you’re pushing your hips backwards, chasing his touch.

“Uh, uh, uh” He tuts, holding your hips in place “you take what I give you.” Nodding in response, you try to stay still as he brings two of his fingers to his lips before licking them and bringing them back to your clit before rubbing fast circles over it.

“Fuck Lokii.” You continue to whimper feeling yourself growing wetter at his administrations. Reaching backwards, you try and search for his cock, your hand brushing against it before Loki pushes it away.

“It seems you can’t follow simple instructions” Loki quips, gripping his length before he starts palming it “but don’t worry” he purrs, pressing it against your centre before dragging it through your folds “I won’t punish you” he continues, leaning down to almost speak in your ear “unless you want me to of course.” He finishes, pressing the tip to your entrance.

“Yess.” You plead, your eyes meeting Loki’s in the mirror.

“Yes who?” He asks, still holding his length so that it’s just nudging your entrance.

“Yes daddy.” You giggle, Loki snickering before his free hand is slapping your ass.

“Keep very still for me okay.” He murmurs, running his length through your folds again, coating it in your growing arousal. When he drags it across your clit, the movement is slow, paced, pressured, almost torcherous as he smiles at you through the mirror. He knows what he’s doing. You bite your lip as he continues pressing the tip of his cock to your clit, the sensation leaving you desperate as you grow more aroused.

“Loki please.” You murmur barely above a whisper but Loki hears it, the camera picks it up too. Ending his torment, Loki brings his cock back to your entrance before he’s pushing it inside. Stupidly, you push back against him, needing him deeper. Running a hand through his hair, Loki groans, stilling his movements.

“Naughty girl, fucking me back.” He speaks through a coy smile.

“I just need it Loki, I need it sooo bad.” You whine.

“And you’ll get it, when I’m ready to give it to you” he answers, smile widening “I thought you liked our little game, you said you wanted to be punished.”

“Yes!” You quickly respond.

“So why won’t you let me carry on playing with this pretty pussy?” He questions, tilting his head slightly as he looks at your reflection. “Did they not teach you the virtue of patience when they were training you?” He mocks “so much strength” he begins, tracing your spine with his fingers sending shivers down it “so much stealth” he continues, his hand falling to your hip “you carry yourself with such elegance and yet here you are, face down, ass up, your body begging me to fuck you even after we agreed I was going to punish you.” He finishes, his grip on your hip tightening. “Well, I’m no sadist.” He shrugs before he’s slamming into you, your body almost falling if not for his tight hold on you. His name falls loudly from your lips as he fucks you thoroughly until the sound of his balls slapping your pussy as well as the creaking of the bed is the only sound able to penetrate your voice.

Wrapping an arm around your torso, Loki lifts you so that your back is against his chest, his length still buried inside of you.

“Look at the camera, look at the fucking camera and show them what a whore you are.” He grunts in your ear, pushing one of his fingers past your lips before you’re releasing it with a pop, looking at the camera.

Loki’s mouth is on your neck, kissing the exposed flesh and occasionally nipping it as he continues filling you. His hand ventures down to your clit, rubbing that as he focuses his gaze on yours in the mirror. You do the same, eyeing each other as you take your pleasure.

“Fuckkkk Lokiii, feels sooo good, just like that, yes daddy, fuckk.” You moan, your body hot and sweaty now. “Harderrr.”

Loki doesn’t answer, instead he’s pushing you back down, wrapping his hand around your hair and pulling it backwards as leverage. A guttural moan rips through you startling even yourself at the level of pleasure you’re deriving from this experience. You glance up at Loki who’s clearly checking himself out as he runs his free hand down his torso before placing it on your hip and fucking into you faster.

“Yes daddy, yeees daddyy.” You practically scream as you near your climax.

“Cum for me, pretty girl, cum for daddy.”

His words send you crashing into your orgasm as you cry his name, your body falling limp against the bed as he lets go of your hair. Loki fists himself as he allows you a moment to float through your high before you’re back on your knees, this time facing him as you replace his hand around his cock. His hand finds the back of your head as you wrap your lips around his cock, sucking it until he’s pushing your head back and palming himself to completion. You open your mouth as he ejaculates on your face, giggling when some goes in your eye. Using the tip of his cock, Loki scrapes the cum that’s dripping from your lips back up into your mouth before you lick it away.

“Such a good girl for daddy.” Loki praises.

Loki channelling his inner Patrick Bateman (to an extent 😂)

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