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[honeyinsunlight]

Typical father and son moment idk 🐦‍⬛

[honeyinsunlight]

𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒖𝒄𝒆

ft. Caleb x MC

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🔞

Summary:

Love, legacy and a promise for the future.

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Word Count: 1,935 (9 min read)

NO MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS NEEDED

TAGS LISTED BELOW

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Author's Note:

My 3 year old son woke me up at 3 a.m. because he had to go potty. Even though I was tired and eager to go back to bed, afterwards we got some applesauce. It made me want to write a soft, one shot with Caleb and MC.

(I didn't do much proof-reading so if there's mistakes, sorry about that)

I hope you enjoy it. Thank you so much for reading.

TAGS

🏡 Domestic Fluff 💌 Established Relationship 👶 Parenthood 🌙 Late Night Conversations 💖 Tender Sex 🛏️ Safe & Soft 📆 Ovulation 🔥 Making Love 🥛 Breeding 🍯 Breeding Kink 🫂 Emotional Intimacy 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 Family Life 💫 One Shot

“Mommy. Mommmmmyyyyyy…”

MC stirred in her sleep.

“Mooommmyyyy…”

MC felt herself being nudged. She groaned slightly and opened her eyes. The bedroom was dark, only illuminated by the moonlight that poured in from outside. Beside her slept her husband, Caleb. In front of her was their 3 year-old son, Caelum.

MC opened her eyes, the silhouette of her baby boy becoming clearer as her eyesight focused. She sat up, looked at her son and then the clock. 3:07 a.m.

“Caelum, baby. Did you have a nightmare?” MC rubbed his shoulders.

Caelum wiped his eyes, “I have to go potty.”

“I can take him babe,” Caleb’s raspy voice filled the room. He was still laying on his stomach but his eyes were open, looking at MC.

“No. It’s ok. Go back to sleep. I can do it.” MC gestured, declining Caleb’s suggestion. He gently rubbed her back.

“Mommy, I really gotta goooo”, Caelum started jumping up and down. “Mommy I gotta go pee pee! I gotta potty nowwww,” he continued to whine. “It’s dark…there’s mawnsters in the dark. Mommy come onnnn. Get up. Come on mommy, get up.”

MC exhaled and rose from the bed. Still half-asleep, MC frowned. Her eyes reduced to two groggy slits.

Caelum ran out the room, making sure to look back to see if MC was following him. She was. He turned back around, making his way to the bedroom he shared with his older sister, Evren. The bossy but brilliant 5 year-old girl was now sleeping soundly in her bed.

Caelum turned the corner to his bedroom and stood at the threshold of the bathroom. It was pitch black. Normally, a night-light in the bathroom glowed with a soft galaxy projected on the ceiling, giving Caelum enough ambient light go without fear.

“Oh it must’ve gone out”, MC said to herself.

“Mommmyyyy”, Caelum softly whined.

She nudged him inside the bathroom and flicked on the overhead light, making sure to also close the bathroom door so the bright light would not disturb Evren.

Caelum eagerly hopped onto the porcelain to do his business. He sat on the potty, his little feet swinging back and forth. MC gave him a bit of tissue to wipe himself.

“Wipe your pee pee”, she said.

He did as she instructed and hopped down and washed up. He looked up at MC, “Can I have applesauce?” he smiled sweetly.

MC sighed softly, “Caelum…”

“Please…pleaseeeee”, he pleaded.

“Okay fine. Applesauce, then straight back to bed.” She needed to get a new night-light bulb from under the kitchen sink cabinet anyway.

Only the sounds of their footsteps against the hardwood floor and the hum of the fridge were heard in the otherwise still house. MC went into the pantry, Caelum silently jumped up and down behind her.

“Applesauce! Applesauce! Applesauuuceee!”, he chanted softly.

“Regular or strawberry?”

“Skrawberree”, he answered.

She grabbed a strawberry flavored applesauce cup, paused, and took a second one for herself. Then she grabbed two spoons, peeled off the foil top of one of the cup applesauce, handed it and a spoon to Caelum, before kneeling down to grab a new bulb from under the sink. She sat with Caelum at his and Evren’s little plastic table. He swung his feet under the table. For a moment he stared at her, eyes warm.

“I love you, Mommy”

The admission landed right in the center of her chest. “I love you too, baby.”

He went back to eating his applesauce in silence, feet steady swinging under the table. MC’s own applesauce disappeared in a few calm bites.

Her mind drifted to another time.

MC was frowning, using all her energy to not scream or cry out in pain. She breathed rhythmically, but heavy. Warm water surrounded her as she sat in a blue birth tub. Caleb sat in there too. Her back against his chest. His hands steady at her shoulders, then rubbed her back to provide comfort and support.

“You’re doing so good MC”, he whispered in her ear before kissing the sweat on her temple. She focused all her energy on her abdomen, clenching her teeth as she pushed through another contraction.

Caelum slid into the world and MC caught him. His first sounds. His surprised little wail. So innocent.

“A boy”, Caleb exclaimed with silent emotion. MC could hear the soft break in his voice. She turned to him—tears welled in his eyes. Caleb’s eyes shined in the light as he waved hello to their new addition.

“I done, Mommy.” Caelum’s voice tugged her back to the present. He held up the empty cup.

“Okay. Throw your cup away and put your spoon in the sink.” They both did it together and walked back down the hallway to the kid’s bedroom.

Caelum climbed into bed and under his sheets. MC tucked the corners before smoothing his hair and planting a soft kiss on his forehead. “I love you. Go to sleep.”

She stepped into the dark bathroom. Her fingers found the night-light and she replaced the bulb. The night-light blinked to life and that familiar galaxy bloomed back across the ceiling. When she left the bathroom, Caelum was already asleep, mouth slightly open and his long, dark lashes soft on his cheeks. He looked adorable under the slow spin of make-believe stars. She walked over to Evren and gave her a kiss on the temple before leaving their bedroom, gently closing the door behind her.

Back in her bedroom, Caleb was still asleep. His breathing was steady as he laid on his stomach. His bare back rising up and down. She closed their bedroom door behind her before climbing back into bed.

Once she slipped under the covers, Caleb looped one arm around her waist, pulling her close and nuzzled into her hair.

He inhaled her and groaned slightly, “Caelum okay?”

“He’s ok. The night-light in their bathroom went out. I had to replace it.”

MC rolled to face him. His eyes now open, looking at her. He kissed her.

He pulled back chuckling, “Is that applesauce on your breath?”

She smiled, “We made a quick pit stop for applesauce.”

“Hmm?” He kissed her again, playfully. “Let me guess. Strawberry, huh?”

She nodded. “I was thinking about when Caelum was born.”

His thumb brushed her cheek, “You were a badass. Handled it like a pro. You’ve never been more beautiful than when you brought our kids into the world.”

MC snorted. “I looked a mess. Next time, I’ll wear, I don’t know, like makeup or something.”

He paused, “Next time?” He raised one eyebrow in amusement and flashed her a wicked grin. “Aren’t you ovulating soon?”

MC narrowed her eyes trying to think. “I don’t know. I’d have to check my app on my phone.”

“Go check,” he nudged her.

She rolled over and grabbed her phone off the nightstand. MC checked the app and sure enough she was to ovulate that day. “That’s ridiculous.” She said staring at the screen.

Caleb smirked.

“You know my cycle better than I do.” She put her phone down and went back into his embrace. He kissed her forehead. “Soooo…about ‘next time’…maybe nine months from now?” He pulled her closer before rolling on top her her. The mattress dipped with his movements.

His weight over her felt familiar. The veins and muscles in his arms bulged and flexed around her. His dark hair fell over his eyes slightly, making him appear even more mischievous.

They’d had talks about expanding their family before, but would only try to conceive after Caelum turned 3.

“Okay” she whispered, smiling. “But we can’t be loud. I don’t want to wake the kids.”

“Tell that to yourself” he said before quickly kissing her again. He rose up just enough to slip off his sweatpants, then he slid her panties down. They giggled like teenagers before he settled back over her. Slow kisses melted whatever distance was left between them. His desire poked at her entrance. She was warm beneath him, already soft and wet.

He broke their kiss and took one hand to guide himself inside her. Her being in her fertile window was like a welcome home party for his dick. She was slippery and tight— her velvet walls pulled him in. It didn’t take much effort for him to bottom out. When all of him was in her, he caught the sound that escaped her mouth with his own.

Fuck, she was so wet. Each time he thrust into her, there was a wet squelch when he pulled out slightly. He was going to take his time. She parted her legs a little more, allowing him more access to her. His pelvis was angled just right to give her clit added stimulation when their bodies touched.

MC started to moan a little louder without realizing.

“I thought you said don’t get loud” he teased, driving into her harder

She bit her lip to keep from crying out and squeezed down on him. He furrowed his brow in response. She was slowly becoming undone underneath him.

“Look at me,” he softly commanded. She looked at him, both their faces full of pleasure.

He wrapped his arms around her and laid his head on her shoulder, steady driving into her. Their gazes never left one another. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Thank you MC,” his voice was tender between thrusts. “Thank you for bringing our kids into the world. Thank you for being an amazing person. For being an amazing mother.” He kissed her deeply before continuing, his voice low and sure. “I can’t wait to see the type of mother you’ll be for this little one we’re about to make. Thank you for building this life with me. I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.” He spoke against her lips.

His pace deepened as she laced her fingers at the back of his neck.

She moaned softly, “I’m close, Caleb,” his words touching her soul.

“Me too”, his eyes were searching hers. “No going back. Are you sure? I can pull out.”

She held him there, “I’m sure.”

“Then don’t take your eyes off me. I won’t take my eyes off you. Let me look at you while we continue this legacy. While we make more of us. You and me.”

MC felt her orgasm crest. Caleb felt his desire explode within him.

Ropes of his warmth filled her. MC’s walls pulsed around him, drawing his seed further and further into her womb. With each release, he thrust deep. MC felt his cum coat her walls. It intensified her orgasm and in turn, MC’s walls clamping down on him intensified his. It was a moment neither of them would forget.

He groaned into her mouth and she clutched him tightly, riding out the last waves of their shared orgasm. They both were shaking and slightly sweaty. He touched his forehead to hers.

“I love you, MC” he said. Before she could respond with her own declaration, his mouth was on hers.

The house settled around them as their breaths slowed down. He didn’t move far, just enough to lay slightly beside her. He didn’t pull out, staying inside her to make sure all of him stayed in her. It was something he’d done with their other children and he wasn’t about to break tradition now.

He held her close as she drifted off to sleep and once he was sure she was asleep, he closed his eyes too, smiling inside knowing their world was about to get a little bigger.

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₊‧.°.⋆🫧•˚₊‧⋆. 𝑨𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍, 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖? 🧜🏾‍♀️🐠₊‧.°.⋆🫧•˚₊‧⋆.

I love the new swimsuits

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𝑺𝒚𝒍𝒖𝒔 𝒙 𝑴𝒚 𝑴𝑪

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑺𝒚𝒍𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌...😩

(Also, took a break from writing last week. Should have a Caleb one shot published this week)

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈!

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒙 𝑳𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒆

🌑𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒙 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕✨️

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👑🤴🏼𝑨 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏👸🏾👑

Xavier x My MC

"𝑀𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛..."

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Just created my Tumblr account 13 days ago. Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes 💕

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𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍 𝒙 𝑴𝒚 𝑴𝑪

Face cards never declining.

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𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄 🍯𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻🍯

My steamy little corner where desire meets storytelling. You'll find original Love and Deepspace fanfics, headcannons and sneak peeks. From soft and tender, to unhinged and filthy.

Minors DO NOT Interact

18+ Content

🧜‍♂️ RAFAYEL

Paint Her Insides - Sneak Peek 👀

🐦‍⬛ SYLUS

Muumuu & Mayhem -A quiet night in turns deliciously chaotic when Sylus shows up with takeout and tender intentions. In this world of muumuus, cravings, and flirtation, comfort and chemistry take center stage.

❄️ZAYNE

A Beautiful Mess - She missed him. So she took matters into her own hands until he walked in and reminded her what real pleasure feels like.

🍎 CALEB

Applesauce - Love, legacy, and a promise for the future.

💫XAVIER

Coming soon!

🫦 MULTI/OTHER

Nine (Part One) - Gideon x MC - “Pick a number,” he said. She chose nine. Now she’s questioning her sanity and her stamina, as Gideon sets out to prove he’s a man of his word.

Nine (Part Two) - Gideon x MC

- A continuation of part 1. Nine orgasms isn’t just pleasure. It’s devotion. Every touch from Gideon is a vow. Every climax, a confession.

He promised nine, and he meant it. Gideon doesn’t just aim to satisfy. He aims to own every inch of her.

✨️🧠✨️ HEADCANNONS

Who's More Likely to Have A Side Hustle on the Quinn App

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You tell Sylus to fuck a baby into you and ma'am, he's GOING to deliver!

He Knows

Pairing: Sylus/reader(MC)

Tags: Fluff, pregnancy, mentions of oral sex & penetrative (MDNI), Sylus having dragon instincts

**this story has no explicit sex but does mention sexual acts. MDNI🔞

**BARELY PROOFREAD SO IF YOU SEE MISTAKES, NO YOU DIDN’T!

*divider by @viviansturns

Sylus knows.

One day you woke up and smelled different.

Catching a whiff of your scent as you flitted past him to get ready to go into the association for the day,“C’mere kitten.” Sylus says to you as he pulls you in for a hug, taking a deep inhale. Your scent floral and spicy ( just like you), and a hint of something—slightly sweet? It was sugary and intoxicating. The dragon instincts within him knowing exactly what it is, but he shakes it off. Because it couldn’t be.

Could it?

Sylus knows.

Your skin is glowing. And your hair is shiny and glossy. “See Sy! I told you the vitamins from that auntie weren’t a rip off! Look at my skin and hair! I have got to call Tara and tell her!” Sylus watches as you prance into the bedroom to call your best friend.

He shook it off again because there was no way.

Sylus knows.

You suddenly become emotional and weepy. You complain about feeling gross and bloated. Your breasts—tender to the touch and you cried when you saw a stray cat with her kittens outside the local convenience store.

“Ahhhh.” He says to himself. It’s just your period. He takes it upon himself to go online to replenish your supplies for the month. He forces the thought out of his brain.

And it works. Until he notices your period never comes. You’re so busy, you don’t realize you missed it.

Two weeks later, he’s once again watching you float around the master bedroom, getting ready to go into work for the day when it happens. He notices something weird about your energy signature. It’s off balance. You’re sitting in front of your vanity, slicking your curls back into a bun—he focuses, then it hits him.

There’s two signatures.

Yours, strong and steady.

And another, light, but also steady, as if it just sprang to life.

His heart lurches. The dragon within him roaring.

You’re pregnant.

Should he tell you?

He decides to wait for you to figure it out.

Sylus knows.

He groans in delight as he laps at your core. Not only do you smell sweeter, but you taste even better. Your essence, thick and syrupy. You become insatiable. Your pussy warmer and wetter than ever, all you want to do is sit on it. If this is what pregnancy does to you, he’s going to have to get you pregnant again right away.

Sylus watches you sleep in bed that night—finally sated, he smiles to himself and wonders when you’re going to realize for yourself.

He doesn’t have to wait long.

The next day you call him from work in a tizzy.

“Hey, Sy…” you say in a shaky tone. “Do you remember when we took that weekend stay at your cabin?”

He remembers that weekend very well. You’d spent most of it in the bedroom going it repeatedly. He remembers your cries of ecstasy, “come inside me Sylus.” “Inside Sylus. Don’t pull out.” “Fuck a baby into me.”

Sylus smirks at himself as he asks you in an even tone, “Is everything alright kitten?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine Sy. It’s just—how long ago was it?”

It’s finally clicking for you.

Sylus is giddy inside as he pretends to check his calendar. “Based off my calculations kitten, I’d say about….nine weeks.”

“SHIT!” He hears you whisper on the other end.

“Are you sure you’re okay kitten? You sound—frantic.”

You respond before Sylus can finish his sentence. “NO! NO! NO! I’m fine it’s just—CAPTAIN JENNA! Yeah, um Captain Jenna was taking bout a weekend getaway with her partner and I mentioned briefly how we went to the cabin and how we had such a good good time, so good—so um yeah that’s it see you later love you bye!”

The line goes dead immediately and Sylus lets out a hearty chuckle. You were panicking. He kind of enjoyed this game of knowing all along when you had no clue.

Sylus turns back to his novel and checks the clock. You’ll be home in a few hours.

At 6pm you barreled into the penthouse with a large pharmacy bag in your hand.

“HIBABEGOTTAGOTOTHEBATHROOMSOOOOOOBAD!” You screech as you run into the guest bathroom and slam the door loudly behind you.

You stayed inside for nearly 45 minutes before he gets concerned.

::KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK :: Sylus raps at the doorway of the bathroom.

“Kitten? You’ve been in there awfully long.”

No response, but he can hear you sniffling inside.

Alarm bells blare in his head. Are you upset? Do you not want this? He thought you’d be surprised sure, but never did he think you’d get upset. You’d talked ad nauseam about children and both agreed that you weren’t explicitly going to try at the moment, but if it happened, you would welcome it.

Did you change your mind?

“Sweetie. You’re crying. Please—” his voice cracks desperately “open up and let me in so I can help.”

A few seconds later you open the door. Making sure to wedge your body in the doorway just enough so he can’t see the 6 positive pregnancy tests on the counter. Your eyes swollen and bloodshot with tears threatening to breach again.

“Kitten?”

“Yeah Sy?” You respond in a voice just above a whisper.

“Whats happening my love?”

Your face scrunches up and you begin to cry again.

Sylus’ eyes widen in horror as he watches you unravel. “Kitten, whatever it is I’m sure we can—”

Before he could finish his sentence, you open the door all the way, Sylus’ eyes immediately dart over to the counter where he sees them.

“I’M PREGNANTTTTTTT!” You wail.

Unsure of your true feelings about the matter, Sylus chooses to remain nonchalant.

“Are you now?”

“I am. I was so busy with work I didn’t even realize I missed my period. Then today Simone asked me for a tampon because we’re synced up, but I didn’t have any. And it was then that I realized I hadn’t had it for a long time. So that’s why I called you earlier because I was trying to do the math, and then when I got off work I bought six different tests. And they’re all positive.”

You were no longer crying. Instead your eyes shone with uncertainty. Giving Sylus an expectant look, the room was silent as you waiting for him to say something—anything.

“So these tears of yours. Are they happy tears or sad ones?”

“I guess I haven’t given much thought to why I’m crying. Im still in shock about how today’s events played out. I’m more concerned with what you think.”

Closing the distance between you, Sylus clasps both of your hands in his. His crimson eyes boring into yours. “What I think doesn’t matter. This….pregnancy, is it something you want?” His hands let go of yours and travel upward toward your face, cupping it. His eyes still searching yours, trying to decipher your feelings.

You shrug. “It’s half yours. You have a say in the matter. Do you want this?”

“Nonsense. I want whatever you want. So let me ask my original question again. Are these happy tears or sad ones?”

The room is silent for a beat.

“Happy.” You mumble.

Sylus drops to his knees and wraps his arms around you.

“Kitten.” He mutters into your clothed midsection.

You card your fingers through his locks and he looks up at you. His eyes wide and childlike. For a moment you could’ve sworn they were a little glassy too.

“We’re having a baby?” He asks you.

Eyes welling with tears, you cry, “yeah Sy. We’re having a baby.”

“I know we talked about it, but I guess I just thought you like wouldn’t be happy or something.”

“Like I told you before, I want whatever you want.” Sylus stands and picks you up bridal style, carrying you through the house to your shared bedroom.

“Put me down! I’m like 5 minutes pregnant. I can walk.”

Placing you down gently on the bed, he climbs in next to you. His large hand covering your still flat stomach. Internally debating whether or not to tell you what he knew, he decides to keep it to himself.

“You know what his means right.?” He says to you as he rubs circles on your belly.

“What?”

“Now you can finally join Onichynus.”

**AN: I kinds feel like this is caca but I’m about to get my period any second now and I’m emotional as hell. I’m also trying to improve my fluff writing.

Thank you for reading❤️

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𝙒𝙃𝙊'𝙎 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀𝙇𝙔 𝙏𝙊 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝘼 𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀 𝙃𝙐𝙎𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝙊𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙌𝙐𝙄𝙉𝙉 𝘼𝙋𝙋 🫦🗣🎙

ft. LADS Love Interests

MDNI 18+ ONLY

I’m fairly new to the quinn app, having previously gotten my fill of audible filth from audio-books. About two months ago, I started um, researching on the quinn app. The Devil of Dublin has me in a choke-hold. I don’t know what is is about an Irish accent that gets me going but I wait for his new drops weekly. Plus the sound effects are chef’s kiss.

This coupled with the NSFW audios I partake in, on a discord group I’m in, has got me wondering which LADS love interest would most likely have a side hustle recording audios on the quinn app. This is ranked from most likely to least likely. Just my opinion babes.

Rafayel— “My tongue is fluent in filthy reverence.”

Rafayel is definitely #1. Especially since he can still retain anonymity. Not because he’s embarrassed, he just doesn’t care for people. Doesn’t want to be bothered by them. Even though he’s got a certain disdain for humans, he’s got a huge following and puts quite the amount of effort into his audios. He’s not just making audios, he’s curating experiences. Silk sheets. Candlelight. Wine being poured into the background. He’s using dramatic ass titles like, “Color Me With Your Cries: Aural Worship”. He’ll probably speak Lemurian and a lot of his audios will include perfectly wet kisses, breathy moans, and plenty of time kissing you all over and eating you out. The man loves to munch. Tags would be [Cunnilingus], [Oral], [Goddess], [Cum in my Mouth], [Moaning], [Singing], [Piano], [Nipple Play], [Other Languages], [Cuddling], and [Ocean].

2. Sylus— “You can handle it.”

Like a lot of things, Sylus does this because he can. He said why not, dropped an audio at 2am and now has a feral fanbase. His voice gives you goosebumps and makes your spine curve. The conversations are smug and witty. He’ll give his fanbase a cute nickname. Most will love it and some will hate it but say he’s the only one who can call them that. His audios will probably include leather tightening, gunfire, explosions, and people dying but when he’s done putting you in danger, he’ll provide S-tier aftercare. He will make it seem like he’s the dom, but underneath it all he lets you know you’re the one really in control. He’s at your mercy. Every now and then as a bonus, he’ll have Luke and Kieran do guest appearances. His tags would include, [Murder], [Gun Play], [Post Nut Praise], [Aftercare], [Finish Inside], [Finish Together], and [You Finish First].

3. Xavier— “I wonder what’ll happen if I touch you here…”

Covered by the air of anonymity, Xavier would absolutely dominate on the quinn app. He’s smooth and lethal. He uses this as a way to really let his freak out. Tags would include [Rough Sex], [Spit Play], [Anal], [Multiple Orgasms], [Cumshots], [Dick Slaps], [Possessive], [Daddy], [Cum as Lube], [Spanking] and [Creampies]. He’d probably drop an audio only once a month but the fans would eat it up every damn time. His soft voice and breathing would hit you like a 1-2 combo. One minute he seems aloof, the next minute he’s spreading your legs. His audios would be nasty, filthy and raw. He’s constantly pushing the boundaries and punishing you for giving a random male stranger directions to the store.

4. Caleb— “I can’t help myself around you.”

Caleb didn’t want to do this but he ended up losing a bet against Gideon. What started out as a joke, turned into something lucrative. He has no scripts. It’s rough around the edges, chaotic even but it’s hot as fuck. He loves praising you. He constantly asks how he’s doing and asking for reassurance. His tags will always include [Cumming Inside] or [Breed Kink]. This man ain’t ever pulling out. He’s surprised he’s got so many comments and followers. Out of all the guys, Caleb’s followers are the filthiest. Just horny 24/7, with unhinged usernames. Speaking of usernames, his would probably be something like Colonel Cock.Pit or MileHighDick. Gideon would guest star when Caleb’s out doing missions due to high demand. Other tags would include, [Praise], [Whimpering], [On My Knees], [At Your Mercy], [Good Boy], [Rough], [Aftercare], [Possessive], [Crying], [Switch],and [Sit On My Face].

5. Zayne— “You’re lucky I love you.”

Zayne is too employed for this shit. He’d listen to quinn audios with MC but recording them is another story. Maybe he’d record them but not for the public. He’s king when it comes to bedroom talk IRL but refuses to be perceived by strangers. Zayne feels his voice is too personal and certain sounds and remarks should be saved for the one he loves, even if he can be anonymous. MC, without Zayne knowing, releases one of his audios and it gets 20,000 plays in a week. If he did make audios for the app, his tags would include [Emotional], [Body Worship], [Growling], [Cockwarming], [Falling Asleep In You], [Fingering], [Oral], [Declaration of Love], [Missionary], [Doggy Style], [Cowgirl], [Rocking Chair], [Pool Table], [You On Top], [I’m Your Chair], [Finish Inside], [G-Spot Stimulation] and [Squirting].

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QUEEN MC

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"After the Carnival" in Rio de Janeiro, photograph by Alain Draeger, 1983

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you know other dragons?

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𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆...(𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑻𝒘𝒐)

ft. Gideon and MC

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🔞

Summary:

Nine Orgasms. One Safe Word.

A story whispered between punishment and praise. She tests him and he reminds her who she belongs to.

Ache and Overstimulation. Surrender and Back to back release. Tears. Tongue. Trust.

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Word Count: 7,103 (30 min read)

NO MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS NEEDED

TAGS LISTED BELOW

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Author's Note:

This fanfic/fanfic series has a soundtrack.

It helps deepen the mood and the reading experience if you play the songs shown as you read. It's not mandatory, but I thought it would be a nice touch. You don't have to play the songs, especially if the song and/or artist is just not your cup of tea.

This was meant to be a one shot but here we are with Part 2 :P

I'm such a simp for Gideon (apparently a lot of people are) and I wanted to give Gideon his OWN space. I didn't want Caleb x MC x Gideon. Sorry Colonel. I wanted Gideon to have his own story. His own voice. And it's a damn sexy one. INFOLD DO NOT CHANGE HIS ENGLISH VA...PLEASE!

Thank you to everyone who reads this <3

Feedback is always appreciated.

🔞💦

#Orgasm Edging 🔁💥 #Smut 🔥📖

#Rough Sex 💢🛏️ #Rough Oral Sex 💦👄

#Safewords 🛑🔐

#Choking (consensual) 🤍🫁 #Spit Kink 💧👅 #Spit As Lube 💦⚙️ #Spit Play 🫦💋

#Anal Sex 🍑🔗 #Anal Play 🛁🍑 #Anal 🎯🔥

#Blow Jobs 👄🍭 #Face-Fucking 😮‍💨💥

#Cervical Orgasm 🧠💫🫃 #Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation 🚿🌊

#Overstimulation 💢⚡ #Multiple Orgasms 🎯🎯🎯 #Multiple Sex Positions 🔀🛏️

#Oral Fixation 👅👀 #Praise Kink 🥺👏 #Dom/sub 🖤🕊️ #Hair-pulling 💇‍♀️🖐️

#Belts 👖🪢 #Belting (Consensual) 🪢🩸 #Spanking 🍑👋 #Blindfolds 😶‍🌫️🎭

#Reverse Cowgirl 🤠🛏️ #Doggy Style 🐾🔥

#Consent 🫱🏽‍🫲🏽✅ #Nine.Damn.Orgasms 9️⃣🫠 #Tap Out Challenge 🥵🏁 #Anvil Position 🧲🛏️ #Pain and Pleasure 😖❤️‍🔥

Gideon helped MC sit up on the motorcycle, his hands steady on her waist.

He noticed the slick sheen glistening on the seat beneath her. A dark patch of evidence. His lips curled into a sexy half smile. MC followed his gaze and blushed, noticing it too.

“Just save some for me,” he bit his bottom lip and bent down to pick up MC’s pants. He shook them with one hand before offering them to her. She stepped into them slowly.

“Ready?” he asked her, his voice deep and velvet-smooth.

“Mhm,” she answered.

“Grab your helmet for me, babe.”

She reached behind the bike, picking it up. He did the same for his and stepped toward her— one arm sliding under her knees, the other around her back. She gasped a little as he lifted her with ease, bridal style. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

He carried her toward the front door. His grip was secure. Possessive. Like she was his now. He pressed his thumb against the scanner, gaining entry to his home.

“Home sweet home,” he said, stepping inside.

MC blinked, her eyes adjusting to the soft, amber light that spilled over the entryway. The air was cooler and calmer. There was a faint scent of cedarwood or something spiced. Bergamot, maybe?

His home was warm. Lived in. A leather bomber jacket was draped over the back of a chair. It was worn in, like at one point it was Gideon’s second skin. He had a few pairs of shoes lined up neatly under a black console table. On the wall above the table was a framed map and a silhouette of a plane.

A trinket tray for keys, coins or small tokens lay on the table. Beside that, a leather bound book and a ceramic canister. The entryway was open. She could see to the right was the living room. To the left the kitchen and further back a couple more doors. The whole place screamed Gideon. Masculine, structured but yet inviting. She noticed potted chrysanthemums on the window sill in the living room and other potted plants dotted other areas, adding a bit of greenery.

And there she was, in his arms, crossing the threshold. Entering his space. Entering his world. And she was ready for him to enter her.

He gently placed her down. He bent down to take off his shoes. MC took a couple steps, looking around a bit more before sitting down in the chair by the table to remove her own heels. He stood in front of her with his hand out to take them from her and placed them neatly beside the other pairs of shoes. He smiled, loving how her shoes looked next to his.

“What?” MC couldn’t understand why he was smiling.

“Nothing,” he shrugged, still smiling.

“Could I use your bathroom?” she asked shyly.

“Yea,” he grabbed her hand and led her towards the bedroom.

“Right there” he pointed to the en suite bathroom.

MC shivered a little and rubbed her arms. Gideon noticed.

“Sorry,” he told her. “It gets a little cold here at night”

Without thinking, he took the shirt off his back and handed it to her.

MC almost said fuck the shirt. She could’ve pounced on him right then and there. Underneath his fitted black t-shirt, he wore a fitted black tank top.

Those arms…

She could tell they were toned through the black t-shirt, but now they were bare, leaving no room for imagination.

Thick corded muscle wrapped around his biceps and forearms like steel beneath velvet. She felt safe in those arms. She couldn’t wait to be wrecked beneath those arms. She just stood there for a moment.

“It doesn’t smell, I promise.” He lifted it up to smell it. “Or I can find you another shirt if you want me to.”

MC shook her head, bringing herself out of her daze, “No, no this is fine. This is perfect.”

“Oh yea..,” he reached into his back pocket, pulling out her panties.

She took those from him as well as he sat down on the bed.

MC glanced over at the nearby clock. It was a little after 10pm. Her stomach growled. She froze, then pressed a hand to her belly. Her lips quirking into that guilty, “Yea, you heard that” kind of way.

He raised an eyebrow, amused. “Hungry?”

MC’s stomach growled again, as if answering for her.

Gideon laughed. “I hear you loud and clear,” he teased.

“I’ll throw something quick together. Garlic noodles good?”

“Yea” she smiled.

“Cool.” He stood up and walked to her. “I know I still owe you seven more,” his voice low and certain. “I’m not rushing anything tonight and you’re definitely gonna need the energy” he said before kissing her and leaving the bedroom.

MC felt heat pool in her belly and it wasn’t from hunger this time. She closed the bathroom door behind her. Gideon’s black t-shirt was still warm from his body. She clutched it in her hands. She held it up to her face and inhaled. That scent. Clean, woodsy, a hint of spice and leather. She was starting to associate his scent with safety, lust, and comfort.

She smiled to herself, biting her lip.

From the hallway, the low pulse of music found its way to her ears.

Red Eye by Darci played throughout his home.

Slow and seductive, thumping through the house like a warning and a promise.

Then came the distant clatter of pots and pans.

She took off her shirt, her bra underneath, and slipped Gideon’s shirt over her head. The hem brushed the top of her thighs.

She reached into her pant pockets and pulled out a slim black wallet. From it, she slid out a feminine wipe. She didn’t feel dirty but…well she wanted to feel fresh. And right now there were probably traces of Gideon and her last orgasm on her.

MC lowered her pants and took them off and cleaned herself gently, taking her time. She looked down between her thighs and then at the same spot through the mirror and smirked.

“Girl, don’t look at me like that,” she whispered to herself. “How was I supposed to know that was how many times he was going to make us cum? I’m sorry I said nine.” She giggled. “You’re definitely getting a pounding tonight…don’t let me down, okay?”

She stifled another laugh. Nerves fluttered low in her belly. She tossed the wipe back into it’s pouch and the pouch into the trash. She put her panties back on and washed her hands. She caught her reflection in the mirror. She was beaming. She was horny. But first, she was hungry.

MC walked out the bedroom slowly, her fingertips grazing the walls as the music grew louder. She turned the corner and there he was. He quickly took a sip of whatever he was drinking, nodding his head to the beat as he stirred something in the skillet. The smell of garlic and butter wafted through the air.

He looked absolutely devastating. Casual and focused. Movements smooth, almost hypnotic. She started to see why his exes would be crazy on his social media. There was something about this man that turned her on even more than she expected.

Gideon turned around and spotted her.

Lights Out by Chris Brown began to play.

Gideon’s gaze dragged down to her body, pausing at how the t-shirt clung to her thighs.

“Come here,” he gestured with two fingers. “I missed you.”

“I wasn’t gone that lon—“

Gideon raised one finger and wagged it slowly— not you.

And then before she could blink, his hands were on her ass, lifting her effortlessly. She gasped as he raised her higher, until her thighs were eye-level with his face, legs dangling over his shoulders.

“I missed you”, he murmured, eyes locked on her pussy. “And someone down here…can’t wait to meet you later.”

MC’s breath caught as she looked down at him having a one-way conversation with her pussy. He gently placed her down on the counter, the cool stone under her thighs a contrast to the heat rolling off his body.

He turned back to the stove, giving the noodles a final toss. MC took the moment to glance around, noting the clean counters, dark cabinetry and warm underlighting.

Gideon returned, sliding between her legs, his hands splayed on her thighs and going up to her hips.

“What do you want to drink?”, his lips brushing her neck and then her cheek.

MC pointed to a bottle and his glass, “Whatever you’re drinking.”

Gideon shook his head and grabbed her a glass and poured about two fingers’ worth of drink. He also slid her a bottle of water, which she untwisted and began to drink. He handed her the glass before plating the noodles— simple steamy and damn good smelling.

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They ate in the living room, legs touching with bowls nestled in their laps. A glass of whiskey in one hand and water on the table. Sensual music still pulsing low through the nearby Bose speaker. The space felt intimate.

Fifteen minutes had passed since the food was gone. They sat closer and more relaxed, laughing and reminiscing on good times. Then silence. The energy began to shift again. A quiet anticipation curling in the space between glances.

Gideon broke the silence first.

“Can I take it slow? At first? Just at the start, whenever I’m first inside you. I just want to look you in the eye. I want to remember that moment. Make it feel like ours.”

MC nodded, “Yea. I want that too”

Their gazes matched the tension between them.

He leaned in, cupped her face, and kissed her. Slow. Full. Deep.

Tender kisses quickly grew hungrier. She moaned into him, hands gripping his arms as his tongue slid against hers. His hand curled under her thighs and he stood, picking her up and grabbing the speaker off the table.

The music followed them down the hall.

Gideon laid her down on the bed and hovered over her, lips still brushing hers. He slowly pulled back to stand.

MC watched him. Her eyes trailed to the curve of his shoulders and the way the black tank clung to his body. He reached behind his neck and peeled the shirt off in one fluid motion.

Good god.

The lines and dips of his abs. The way veins curved up toward his belly button. She didn’t know where to look first and she definitely could not look away. He tossed the shirt on the floor nearby and helped her sit up. His fingers curled into the hem of the black t-shirt she wore. He pulled it over her head slowly, revealing her inch by inch.

Then he paused— taking her in.

He noticed a black tie draped across the sheets. His eyes flicked back to hers.

“Kneel” he said softly.

MC thought to herself. “Nothing is off limits…”

She obeyed, sliding down to the floor beside the bed.

“Close your eyes.”

She did as he said.

He grabbed the tie, blindfolding her with it. Tying it snug but gently around her head. He waved his hand in front to see if she could still see.

Nothing.

Her breathing deepened. Every sound was louder now. Every breath, every moment. She felt her body respond to the darkness. She was so turned on.

She brought one hand down between her legs, fingers grazing herself, needing a little bit of relief.

Behind her, Gideon noticed.

“The only person making you cum tonight is me,” his deep voice carried throughout the room.

“I’m not going to make myself cum,” she rebutted, defiant. Her fingers still moving.

“Ok”. Gideon shook his head. “Stand up.”

She rose. She could only hear the click of his belt being unfastened. She held her breath.

Dangerous by Limi began to sound in the room.

He stepped behind her. With steady hands he looped the leather around her wrists, crafting makeshift cuffs. Not tight, just secure.

He didn’t bother telling her to kneel, just pressed her down by the shoulders— her wrists cuffed behind her. Her heart pounded, her body lit up. She was on high alert.

She heard his footsteps circle around her before hearing him kneel in front of her.

He firmly grasped her neck.

MC gasped. She was helpless in the best way.

Got you believing

Chasing this feeling

Euphoria

Euphoria

He moved behind her, close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his skin. His breath brushed against her shoulder before he leaned in and pressed his lips to her throat. The first kiss was soft. The next kiss was deeper. And then, he sank his teeth in.

MC gasped as his mouth trailed down her neck, further decorating her skin in kisses, hickeys and bites. Each mark a promise, his brand, a memory in the making. He kissed the nape of her neck and then curve of her collarbone, then lower down along her shoulders. He wanted every inch of her in tune with his touch.

He palmed her breasts through her bra, rougher now. He unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts to the exposed cool air. He palmed them again, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

MC’s head flew back in pleasure.

“Oh, Gideon”, she breathed.

“You’re moaning for me now?” He continued to kiss her neck and palm her breasts. “You don’t even know what I’m about to do to you. And that’s the best part.”

MC breathed harder, his deep voice filling her ear.

“You wanted nine? You might tap out before we get to five,” he continued.

He didn’t give her time to react before firmly pulling her hair back to cover her mouth with his. His kiss was wet and possessive. The kind of kiss that rewired her nervous system. She could barely breathe, barely think. It was just him. Him. All over her and nowhere she could go.

Without breaking their kiss, his hand slipped between her thighs, fingers moving into her panties. Her clit was already engorged and throbbing. MC couldn’t do anything but moan loudly into their kiss. She tried to move her arms but forgot her wrists were bound behind her. She was utterly helpless.

Every nerve was raw, oversensitive. She was quickly becoming undone. He didn’t slow down. His fingers made slow circles, building pressure and then backing off.

“All of you. Even this clit…is mine tonight. The only person touching it is me.”, he said, momentarily breaking their kiss.

MC shook her head obediently.

His mouth was back on hers.

She moaned but it came out broken— desperate.

She couldn’t touch him. Couldn’t pull him closer. Couldn’t guide anything. All she could do was feel— helpless but hungry.

He rubbed her clit harder, pinching one of her nipples with his other hand. His lips, his tongue, his teeth— they never stopped moving. Her senses were on fire and Gideon knew it.

“You feel that?” he growled in her ear. “That heat building in your belly. The heat that’s making you wetter? The heat that’s making that pretty pink pussy pulse? The heat that’s making you moan. The heat that’s going to come crashing down soon?” He paused. “Yea, that’s mine too.”

She whimpered, hips rocking helplessly into his palm.

Her entire body clenched, trembling. Her legs buckled slightly. He held her up, his fingers never relenting.

“Give me what’s mine,” he whispered.

And she did, with a cry that echoed in the bedroom, muffled by Gideon’s mouth on hers. She shook violently as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her. Her thighs trembled and her breath caught in sharp, stuttering gasps.

He eased her through it, soft now.

“Good girl,” he kissed her cheeks.

She slumped against him, skin flushed, panting, lips and clit swollen.

When she could catch her breath, she spoke. “Gideon, let me taste you. Please.”

He didn’t answer.

All Nighter by Doja Cat began playing from the speaker.

MC heard the quiet sound of shifting fabric and then a low inhale.

And then, the heat of the tip of his dick touched her lips. She could feel the precum. She moved her head left and right, smearing the precum on her lips like it was her favorite lip gloss.

She rubbed her lips together, rubbing in his precum, and moaned. Then she parted her lips and licked his tip slowly, getting any remaining precum. She angled her head, keeping his tip on her lips, and dragged her tongue to the underside of his tip. Her lips pressed to the underside of the tip, giving it a slow delicate kiss. Then she flattened and dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft, tracing the length as if memorizing it by her tongue. Damn, he was long.

Gideon hissed, “Fuck…”

She smiled and then slid the head between her lips, swirling her tongue around it slowly before easing more of him inside. Her lips glided back and forth, each pass deeper, wetter, hungrier.

His brows furrowed. He thrust, matching her rhythm. She moaned as he filled her mouth.

She held her head still and formed her mouth into an “O” shape. She raised her eyebrows twice, inviting him. Daring him.

He grunted. His hands gripped her hair and he started fucking her mouth in earnest.

Sloppy, wet sounds filled the room. Spit began forming rapidly in her mouth, dripping from her mouth, down her chin and onto the floor. Tears began falling from beneath the blindfold. Not from pain, but from the overwhelming stretch and heat of him. She felt the rush of being wanted and used.

He slowed just enough to tug her head back enough to see her lips. They were flush, swollen and raw. Spit smeared all over her mouth and chin. She licked her lips and opened her mouth again.

“Good fucking girl,” he muttered before sliding back into her mouth, fucking her face with harder, deeper thrusts. Spit steadily flowed. Her throat convulsed around him. Her jaw ached. Her knees were trembling.

Gideon held her head in place, fucking the back of her throat with such intensity. He held his head back, his hips leaning into every thrust. His knees nearly buckled.

“Ughh,” he groaned. He thrust relentlessly into her mouth three more times before pulling out. He wanted to release so badly into her throat, but he wanted the first time he came, to be in her womb.

“Get enough of a taste,” he asked, catching his breath.

MC smiled wickedly and nodded.

He got behind her and gently unfastened the makeshift cuffs around her wrists, rubbing the skin where the belt had rested. His fingers moved to her throat, tracing the sensitive skin with a soft touch before wrapping the same belt around her neck.

“You better fucking use that safe word if you need it,” his deep voice catching her off guard. She heard the seriousness. He tightened the belt just enough to remind her of its presence.

He kissed her— hard, bruising, possessive— before flipping her on her hands and knees.

“Like this,” he commanded.

She obeyed, breathing shallow and trembling in anticipation.

He gripped the free end of the belt tightly in one hand. With the other he pulled her panties down. Her bare ass and pink, glistening pussy were exposed to the cool air of the room.

“Mmm,” he licked his lips. “Someone’s ready for me.”

He pushed just the tip inside. MC gasped. She was tight and wet. Her heat already pulling him in.

“Trying to suck me in already, huh?” he chuckled before pulling back out. “Don’t worry. Our time is coming.”

She whimpered at the loss.

Then without warning, he spread her cheeks and pressed his mouth on the outside of her ass. He licked her rim softly. His grip on the belt tightened, pulling it snug around her neck. The added pressure made her nerves ignite.

MC moaned. “Oh yes Gideon,” she whimpered.

His tongue worked her rim slowly, deliberately. He shifted lower to lap at her clit, only to return to the tight ring of muscle, wetting her in every possible way. He went back and forth between her two holes. It was deliciously filthy. She shook under him. Her arms threatened to give out, back arched, toes curled.

His tongue circled and prodded while the belt got tighter and tighter in his grasp.

“You like gettin’ this ass ate, huh?” Gideon moaned between slurps and licks.

The combined stimulation of her clit and ass caused her next orgasm to swell within her quickly. What the fuck was up with this man? He was making good on his promise. More than that, he knew how to make good on his promise.

“Mmm!” MC moaned loudly against closed lips.

Her fourth orgasm exploded through her like lightning— shuddering and violent.

But Gideon didn’t stop. He wasn’t easing up.

Her clit screamed. Her thighs trembled. She twisted and arched as the sensations became too much.

“Gideon…I” she gasped, breath caught in her throat.

“Give me another one,” he was getting greedy. MC couldn’t take it. She thought about tapping out. She was so sensitive. The belt was gripping her throat tighter and tighter. His tongue passed over her, mocking her extra sensitivity. The overwhelming stretch of pleasure across every nerve, she couldn’t handle it. Not wanting to outright tap out, she thought to herself…and then she choked on the word.

“Ne…bu…la…”

The belt dropped instantly and in a flash, he was in front of her. Untying the blindfold and taking the belt from around her neck. Concern marked his face.

“Hey—hey. Are you ok?” His hands cupped her face. “Did I go too far?”

MC was still panting. Her eyes were glassy but her lips— they slowly curled into a mischievous smile.

Gideon looked confused.

“I just wanted to see what you’d do,” MC confessed.

He stared at her. His face caught between stunned silence and disbelief. Amused realization settled over him like wildfire.

He shook his head with a laugh that held no humor. He said no words. He slid the blindfold back over her eyes.

His voice, steady, low, commanding— “Stay. Just. Like. That.”

MC obeyed, heart thundering.

Behind her, she heard the faint swish of leather being picked up.

“You were being so good MC….but all good things come to an end right?” He dragged the end of the belt down her spine, sending shivers throughout her body.

“Bad girls…,”he said, running his hand over her ass. “Get punished.”

WHACK!

The belt landed squarely across her ass, making her jolt forward with a loud gasp. Redness and heat bloomed across her bare skin. She moved forward slightly.

“Keep those hands still. I didn’t give you permission to move,” he said. Voice laced with authority.

WHACK!

“So MC thinks she can play games? She think she’s funny?”

WHACK!

“I was genuinely concerned that I’d hurt you…”

WHACK!

MC jumped and moaned with every lick across her bottom.

“She teases. She disobeys.”

WHACK!

“Touching herself when told not to.”

WHACK!

“I was merciful. I let it go…but then”

WHACK!

“Using the safe word just to see what I’d do….tsk tsk tsk..Oh MC”

WHACK! WHACK!

“I hope you got your answer.”

WHACK!

“But just in case you are still unclear…”

WHACK!

“If you play games and think you’ll get away with it. I’ll bend you over…”

WHACK!

“And make you remember who you belong to.”

WHACK!

“I’m yours,” MC strained to get out.

Her ass was swollen and red. Each cheek bore the mark of several licks.

She heard the belt drop and felt him untie the blindfold.

“And I’m yours,” he said the moment their eyes met.

He scooped her into his arms and laid her gently on the bed.

For the first time, she truly saw all of him and her breath caught in her throat.

He was long and perfectly thick. She glanced and tried to calculate the inches in her head. Over 7 and a half easily…maybe 8?

Her thighs instinctively parted.

He climbed over her, eyes locked with hers. His dick poking her inner thigh, ready to perform.

They both knew there was no going back now. This wasn’t lust but a collision of everything they buried and everything they craved.

He asked, “You still want me? Want this?” His voice was low, soft.

“Yes.”

Curious by Amerie played. The melody sultry and sweet.

Gideon settled between her thighs, his mouth finding hers in a deep kiss. He guided himself to her entrance. He slowly pressed against her and she opened for him willingly, gasping as he began to push in. Her pussy surrendered to his girth, his length— forming a wet, warm cocoon of pleasure around his dick. The sensation from the pressure and the ridges of her walls deepening inch by inch.

Their brows mirrored each other— drawn tight from the stretch, from the pressure. From the ache of being filled by someone who had once been only a friend.

MC held her breath. Gideon sank in further and further. Her pussy gripped him so tight, it was as if she was trying to keep him from ever leaving. When he was fully inside her, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him close. Emotion overwhelming her. She felt so full. He was already so deep.

He moved slowly, memorizing her from the inside out.

MC didn’t realize she was crying until he smiled and wiped her tears away.

“I got you,” he reassured her.

He kissed her again. It was soft and deep. Full of devotion.

“Gideon…look at me,” she said.

He stared at her reverently, touching her face.

Gideon slow stroked her, placing his hands down to grip her from below, trying to find a way to go even deeper.

She held him close. Kissing his lips, his chin, his arms, his neck. He in turn kissed her the same way, sometimes dragging his kisses to her chest —placing her nipple in his mouth and sucking gently.

MC looked at the ceiling as he rocked into her, trying to remember every sensation. In awe that this was Gideon inside her. She was glad it was him, though.

They both moaned softly, drinking in the bliss and novelty of their first time together.

“Gideon, I’m about to…” she moaned before he kissed her again. He could feel her walls closing in, pulsing around him more.

Her body trembled as orgasm #5 overtook her in soft, fluttering pulses. Her pussy clenched around him. The sensation dragged a groan from his throat.

“MC…” His voice was light and breathy. He watched her eyebrows dip and her mouth open with small gasps as she came around him for the first time. He thrust harder and deeper to intensify her orgasm. He wanted to make sure out of all of the times he made her cum, that this one would be the most memorable.

He kept his eyes on her as his own orgasm began to take hold in him.

“Keep your eyes on me, Gideon.” MC reached down and grabbed his ass, opening her legs more and thrusting to match his. She knew he was close. She wanted his release deep inside. She wanted to do what she could to make it feel amazing for him.

He searched her eyes. His desire was reaching its peak.

“I’m…going to cum,” he said softly. His thrusts quickened. His breathing got heavier, faster. But he never took his eyes off hers.

It was as if a dam burst. His release came so sudden and so intensely. MC gasped as she felt his warmth coat her walls. Each time his cum spilled into her, he thrust harder and deeper. Low moans and grunts came from his throat. His body shuddered. At the peak of his climax, he kissed her, moaning loudly into her mouth. This would definitely be the most memorable time he ever came with her.

They were breathless. Soaked and sweaty. But not finished.

“I want to keep going,” she said.

Gideon was still hard deep inside her. He looked down at her, a glint of mischief and knowledge in his eyes.

“You ever had a cervical orgasm?”

“A wha?” she asked confused, but smiling.

He lifted her legs into the anvil position— high, knees bent toward her chest. His dick still hard, glistening with both their releases.

“So you see,” he began. He lined himself up again. “Prostaglandins in semen can help soften the cervix and heighten uterine contractions. Add that to A-spot stimulation— here—“ he pressed in deep, making her breath catch, “deep penetration and G— Spot stimulation—“

He shifted slightly pressing up again, firmer now.

“You get a cervical orgasm”

“Fuck…oh..shit. How do you know this?” MC gasped.

Gideon shrugged, “I like to look up ways to please a woman when I’m bored. Anyway, tip of my dick—“ he pressed even harder, “meet MC’s cervix. MC’s cervix…” he pressed harder still.

“Gideon…!” MC cried out.

“Meet the tip of my dick,” he smirked.

MC’s eyes rolled back. The stretch, the fullness of him and his earlier release within her. It was almost too much.

He thrust slow and deep as to not hurt her.

Her breath turned ragged. The ache was deeper now. Not painful but primal. Her hips rocked forward, seeking more. All of him nestled deep in her warmth.

Then…as if he were playing Mortal Kombat…his hand wrapped around her throat.

Tight…

FINISH HER!

She screamed as his thrust became more powerful, “Choke me…ugh…harder…HARDER! UGH! GIDEON! YES…YES….YES…YES…FUCK ME..this shit is YOURS…This pussy is YOURS…ugh. Take it! Shit….take it!! TAKE THIS SHIT!”

He grunted and tightened his grip. Her eyes fluttered shut, mouth open in a silent cry. Strained whimpers escaping as her air supply waxed and waned.

He choked and fucked her viciously. Skin slapped rhythmically. Juices flowed. The sound of them echoed louder than the music. Wet, deep squelches filled the room. MC moaned loudly. Gideon roared, pounding her pussy. They were making their own music. Going to their own beat. The smell of sex filled the air. The time for love making was over. Gideon had a job to do. This was straight fucking.

“You know the game MC”, he growled. “Give me what’s mine. Now.”

He laughed mischievously as he continued to slam into her. He pushed down on her legs to get nose to nose with her, licking her closed lips, loving how her head bounced from the pounding but stayed somewhat in place from his grip.

Her whole body convulsed. The pressure on her cervix, his cum still warm and heavy inside her and his hand squeezing her neck— it all came together in one devastating release. It was like a wave. Wild and uncontrolled.

“Yea baby. Give me that shit. Mmmhmm…” He fucked orgasm #6 out of her, his grip never letting up the pressure as she rode the current.

“Fu…h…..h…kk…” MC screamed. “Gideon, FUCK ME!” she squeezed her eyes closed.

Her nails clawed at his back as she reached the pinnacle of her orgasm.

Gideon loved the sight of her being completely unraveled.

“Oh, Gideon,” her moans softer as she reached the other end of her climax.

He pulled out of her slowly, both of them trembling from the aftermath.

She laid bare facing the ceiling, breathing heavily. “That makes how many now?” she turned to look at him.

“Six”, he said confidently, catching his breath and licking his lips. His dick was still very, very hard, covered in their shared wetness. A frothy white finish. He wasn’t slowing down anytime soon. And neither was she.

She rolled over, still high off the rush and climbed between his legs. Without a word, Gideon watched her as she gripped the base of his cock and ran her tongue from the base to the tip, licking both of their mess.

He groaned, his head falling back, “You’re fucking insatiable.”

Her lips wrapped around the tip. Her tongue swirled slow and deep. She was glad to have use of her hands now to help stroke him. She sucked him down with purpose.

“By the way,” she said looking up at him. “We taste good…” Then, she deep throated him, earning her an “Oh fuck,” from his mouth.

She took her mouth off him — her hands never stopped stroking him— and put her mouth in between the seam of his balls. With gentle pressure, she licked the seam and sucked gently on his left nut. Then the right.

“Mccccc,” Gideon whined. “MC…MC…MC..MMMMCCCC,” Gideon called her name over and over.

“Now who’s moaning for who,” MC chirped before sucking his right nut into her mouth, swirling around the oval shape with her tongue. Her hands steady stroking, she focused most of her movements at the tip, opening and closing her fist around it with such expertise.

She gave his balls a little bit more attention before rising back up and placing her mouth over the entirety of his length. The warmth of her mouth hit him, making him almost dizzy.

He sucked in a sharp breath with furrowed brows and sat up a bit to watch her more closely.

“This mine?” she teased.

“Hell yea,” he answered with no hesitation.

Slurping and sucking sounds reverberated through the room. Gideon’s toes curled. He tried to hold out as long as he could but MC was a pro.

“If you…don’t…—oh my gosh—want me to cum in your mouth—mmm” his head fell back.

MC deep-throated him, moaning as all of him was in her mouth. She let the tip remain in the back of her throat.

“Baby…oh shit..” Gideon choked out as his hips lifted off the bed. His hands instinctively in her hair. He came hard down her throat. Pulse after pulse shot from him and into her throat. MC swallowed every drop. It was salty with a hint of sweetness. Thick. Warm. Downright mouthwatering.

“Mmmuahh,” MC moaned as she took him out her mouth. She licked his swollen tip, being sure to get every drop of cum that dotted out. He jumped. He was extra sensitive but still hard.

She stared in disbelief. “You’re still hard.”

Gideon smirked, still breathless. “Three to go. He won’t rest until the mission is accomplished.” He nodded to his pulsing member. “You need a break?”

MC was getting tired but she wanted what she was due.

She climbed and straddled him— reverse cowgirl.

Before she could lower herself, Gideon sat up behind her. His chest pressed against her back, one arm— fuck, these damn arms— wrapping tight around her waist while the other slid between her legs.

She lifted herself and lowered herself slowly onto him. Her pussy was primed and ready to go, fitting all of him in with ease. He thrust upward. The angle had his dick hitting her just right. His fingers moved in tandem with his hips.

Circle, stroke, circle, stroke—the rhythm made her lose control.

She leaned into him, bringing her head back. Their gazes met. He looked at her with furrowed brows, focused on his movements. She looked at him with raised eyebrows and an open mouth, deep in the throws of pleasure.

“We can stop anytime,” he said in her ear.

“Give me my last three,” she moaned.

He held her tight. Whispering praises into her ear. “Can you see how hard I’ve been for you? That’s what you do to me.”… “I could spend every night inside you like this.”… “Thank you for letting me please you”

He stroked her and her ego. Her moans turned breathless. Lucky number 7 was on its way. Gideon felt like he hit the jackpot. She started to shake.

She didn’t think she could cum this many times in one night. “Gideon, damn…I’m about to cum again,” she cried.

“Let it go. I got you,” he said, holding her even tighter, thrusting deep but gentle.

She became undone in his tight embrace. Her back arched slightly as she came again. She was growing tired, weary. Her pussy pleasantly sore. Her clit huge and extremely sensitive.

He continued to hold her tight through it, until her love finished coming down.

Gideon gently pushed her forward, guiding her into a doggy-style position. He could tell she was tired. Part of him wanted to stop for her but if she wanted to keep going, why would he deny her? He had to oblige.

He licked his hand, coated himself before nudging into her ass. He didn’t push in yet. He ran his hands over her hips and kissed the small of her back.

“Let’s see if we can kill two birds with one stone,” he said before pushing into her ass slowly. Her ass was tighter since her pussy had warmed up to him. He had to pace himself to keep from cumming prematurely. She gasped. It was intense, but she took it. All of him.

He pushed in further and further, being sure to listen to the safe word just in case she needed relief.

At the same time, he slid two fingers into her throbbing, wet pussy. Curving them expertly to find her G-spot. Although tired, the double stimulation lit her nerves on fire.

Tap Out by Daniel Di Angelo played through the room.

Gideon used the beat and rhythm to set the pace of his initial thrusts.

MC cried out, body torn between too much and not enough. He kept going. His fingers curled deeper. His cock pushed harder. He was patient and precise, but oh so relentless.

She gripped the sheets. She didn’t know how much more she could take. She arched her back more, putting her face in a nearby pillow. She screamed his name into it. He turned his head to the side to get a better look at how his dick disappeared and reappeared in and out of her. Her ass rippled with every impact of his body. His own orgasm started to build.

She squeezed his dick, squeezed his fingers. This was too much. He felt the intensity and didn’t let up. A heaviness flooded her belly. She didn’t want to let go but the pressure was so intense. The sensation unimaginable. Indescribable. She couldn’t breathe.

“You’re doing so good MC,” Gideon said, praising her. “Fuck, you’re doing so well.” He could her closing in around his dick and his fingers. He pounded into her harder and faster. His panting almost animalistic.

“Gideon…I!” MC screamed. “I can’t take this anymore…!” she wailed.

“Oh MC wants to tap out,” he teased. This motivated him to go harder. “Say the word.”

MC let out a long whimper.

“Say it if you want me to stop,” he growled.

She didn’t say it but she wanted to tap out so bad.

“No? Ok, well give me what I want.” He used his free hand to pull her hips closer to him, putting him deeper inside, getting more cocky with every thrust.

MC thought she might pass out. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes. Her face showing the sensations of pain and pleasure she was experiencing. The heaviness continued to bloom.

“Gideon!” she screamed.

Her body let go.

In every direction.

Wetness flooded his hand, his wrist. Her pussy pulsed uncontrollably around his fingers as she squirted, wildly. The sheets were beginning to get soaked. Some of it landed on his balls and upper thigh. Her ass simultaneously clenched tight around him as she experienced an anal orgasm. Her breath was stolen from her lungs.

Then Gideon let go—cumming in her ass with such velocity.

“Fuck yesss,” he groaned, letting his head fall back. He took one knee off the bed, kneeling with one foot on the bed now.

He took his fingers out her pussy and brought both his hands up to grip her hips, pushing his cum deeper and deeper inside her. As the pulses subsided, he let go of her hips.

She immediately collapsed into the sheets, Gideon’s dick slipping out of her. She could only moan into the pillow as she tried to catch her life.

“8 and 9,” he thought. He looked down. His dick was getting soft now. He half smirked at the wrecked woman in front of him. His cum dripping out both her holes, her ass red with welts, beads of sweat running down her spine.

They and the room smelled of sex, sweat and skin.

The sheets were damp and twisted beneath them.

MC lay face-down, completely spent, body buzzing and throbbing. She’d been rewired. Her moans eventually turned into soft shaky exhales.

Gideon lay beside her, one hand stroking slow, lazy circles of sweat up and down her spine.

He got up and came back with a glass of water.

“Here baby. Small sips.”

She turned her head toward him. Her lips were swollen, eyes dazed under the soft lighting of the bedroom. He helped her take a few sips.

MC looked up at him, “I’m still alive…”

Gideon laughed, “Barely. We can make it an even 10…”

“No,” MC did not hesitate to decline.

Gideon chuckled and leaned down, brushing to kiss her shoulder.

They lay in silence for a while, tangled in each other’s presence. The music had faded into something low and mellow— the sensual hum seemed to cradle them.

MC rolled over slowly and curled into Gideon’s chest. His arms wrapped around her without hesitation. His embrace almost made her reconsider going for orgasm #10.

“You deserve a medal,” MC yawned.

He looked down at her, thumb brushing the side of her jaw. “I already got one.”

Her heart ached in the best way. She turned toward him, kissing him slow. She smiled and searched his eyes. He kissed her forehead then her nose and looked at her, smiling back at her. He caressed her face before kissing her lips.

She pulled away and got up, walking to the bathroom.

“I need a shower” She paused and turned around to look at him. “Let’s make it an even 10,” she curled her fingers, gesturing to tell him to come here.

Gideon immediately rose and joined her in the bathroom, dick beginning to get harder with every step.

[honeyinsunlight]

LADS Men and Their Favorite Positions

MDNI🔞

dividers by @saradika-graphics

Zayne:

Standing. Sometimes up against the wall. He ruts into you slowly and deeply, moaning as you sloppily kiss. But those moments where he loses control, he hooks your legs over his forearms and grips your ass harshly as he spears you over and over and over on his dick. The frost accumulating on his hands from his evol creating the most tantalizing sensation. The sound of your skin slapping together is absolutely sickening. For a minute Zayne looks down where your bodies are connected and he can’t help but grin and fuck you harder when he sees the creamy ring you left around the base of him. All you can do is clasp your hands around his neck and hold on for dear life.

Sylus:

Missionary warrior. And before you think that’s boring, picture it. Your hands clasped above your head or hooked over his forearms as he drills you. Slowly. Precisely. Each thrust kissing that sweet spot inside you that makes you see stars. Sylus grunting and sweating. INTENSE eye contact. He wants to watch his kitten’s beautiful face as you slowly unravel beneath him. Deep sensual kissing intermixed with moans and confessions of his undying love for you. “Urghhhh—kitten. I love you.” “Fuck you feel like heaven.” Each thrust leading up to his orgasm he’s telling how he wants to come, how hard he’s gonna come, and finally—he’s coming. Your pussy flutters around him and you come at the same exact time, Sylus pressing his sweaty forehead against yours as you come down from your high together.

Xavier:

Backshots. On the bed. Over the kitchen counter. The desks at the hunters association. Up against the windows in his apartment. Nothing riles Xavier up more than seeing the sexy curve of your back, and the way your ass jiggles as he pounds into you over and over. The way you mewl and screech in ecstasy. The way your hands grasp to find something—anything to ground you while he digs into you. He especially loves the way your back arches when his thick tip brushes up against your spot while it kisses your cervix. The most pleasurable pain. He grabs you by the throat, pulling you upward into a sloppy kiss has he fucks you into oblivion. You scream into his mouth as your orgasm washes over you and he smiles sadistically as he comes deep inside of you.

Rafayel:

Reverse cowgirl in the mirror. He wants to watch you watch yourself. Your body is the perfect medium for this performance art. Each pinch of your nipples or swipe of his talented fingers against your clit, making you sing the sweetest song he’s ever heard. He’s planting kisses and bites against your neck, whispers words of love and praise in your ear as he watches your reaction in the mirror. “You’re so wet cutie…” “Look at the beautiful art we’re making…” “you gonna come for me?” “C’mon baby. You can do it…” “Don’t take your eyes off me…” When you reach your peak, you squirt obscenely, drenching Rafayel’s hand and the bed. “Look at the masterpiece you made. And only I get to see it….”

Caleb:

Mating press & prone bone. The mating press is for when Caleb is normal. He wants your bodies to be as close as they can, as he feels every ridge and groove of your velvety heaven. “Oh pips. Oh my—fuck, goodness.” He whines as he kisses you, your pussy clamping down on his length like a vice—trapping him, devouring him. He kisses you softly as he strokes your wet heat, both of you moaning in each others mouths, not caring who’s louder (it’s Caleb). Now The Colonel? PRONE BONE BABY! He loves the way it feels as his pelvis slaps against your fat juicy ass, your pussy is gripping him, sucking him in deeper and deeper. His thick body leans over your smaller frame, his large arm bracing against your head as his hand reaches to grip the base of your throat—while his other hand slithers underneath your stomach, forcing you to arch your back every so slightly, as he presses down on your lower belly. He can feel his dick drilling you underneath his hand. He presses harder, making you release a high pitched whine, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. “You feel me? Do you feel The Colonel?” “I’m deep inside this sweet fucking pussy of yours……” He grips your throat just a little bit tighter. “You better not be giving my pussy away when I’m on missions…..”

OOOP😏

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