#it's short sweet and to the point

[satellites444]

the sound filling the room is the most obscene squelching coming from your pussy and your moans. it's sylus' hips connecting with your body, brushing your clit with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping together. the sound of his breathy moans, his raspy whispers in your ear.

sylus has already made you cum twice, on his fingers with his tongue licking at your clit. you were worried you wouldn’t be able to get there a third time but sylus is determined, he’s ravenous.

he gave you a few minutes to catch your breath after your second orgasm before he was sinking into you. now, here you are, toes clenched and ready to come for a third time. “sylus,” you say, your voice high pitched, the tell-tale sign that you’re about to come again.

“i know, baby, i know,” he says, his voice gentle. “you did so good for me,” he lifts your right leg up, hitching it over his shoulder to reach even deeper as he thrusts, you feel your eyes roll back into your head.

the fullness of having him inside of you is almost too much. “gave me two orgasms already, but i just need one more,” he continues, reaching down to start circling your clit.

“s’too much,” you say, but your hips are rising to meet his thrusts, something he notices, something that makes him huff out a laugh.

“you like cumming on my cock, don't you pretty girl?”

maybe that’s what does it. his filthy mouth, the way he’s given you praise all night. or maybe it’s the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you. maybe it’s the way his fingers are rubbing your clit. either way, you explode around him. you cling onto him, needing something, anything to ground yourself. your climax pushes him into his, the way your clench around him. he talks you through it, of course.

“that’s it, that’s my girl,” he says, still slowly rocking into you, working through both of your orgasms. “it feels good, doesn't it?” he presses his hips forward one last time, lingering there for a bit before slowly pulling out, “hmm? coming on my cock?”

you whimper at the loss of him, the feeling of being empty. he kisses you deeply, his tongue finding it’s way into your mouth easily. it's a sloppy kiss because you're both panting, trying to come back down to earth. then he's kissing across your cheek, down your jaw, telling you how perfect you are, how good you did for him the entire time.

[sukunasteeth]

Stitches

Sukuna has never made you wait for him.

He was always on time, always there before you, and if circumstances arose where-in he couldn't be, you always knew an hour before. You were never left to wonder or worry.

If Sukuna says he'll be there, he's there.

So when you wake up to his cold and empty bed, after hours of waiting for him to return home from work, you want to assume the best case scenario.

He's just working late, you assure yourself when your eyes find the clock on the nightstand and it tells you that it's two o'clock in the morning. Maybe he was so entranced in whatever he was tending to that he had forgotten to call you and tell you he'd be late. It had never happened before, but there was a first time for everything.

You try not to trip over your own two feet on your way to the bathroom, ignoring the dread that immediately darkens your thoughts upon checking your phone for the hundredth time that night.  

No call. No text... Did he tell you in person earlier in the day and you had simply forgotten?

What if he's hurt?

You round the corner of the hallway.

What if he's in trouble?

You're so lost in your thoughts that you don't even register seeing the bathroom light peeking out from under the door.

You push it open.

What if he's-

Standing over the sink, dripping in blood, and using a fishing line to sew up an enormous gash splitting into his side?

You're frozen in the doorway. 

Faced with the unfortunate answer to the questions that had been progressively plaguing you the entirety of the night. Shock grips your throat and has a cold sweat breaking out over your skin.

You haven't seen him so roughed up since the two of you were in high school. Sukuna, always hungry for a test of strength, had often walked you home with a bloody nose or a ripped open pair of knuckles, but this would be the first time you've seen him look like he just rolled out of a fight club ring. 

He's taken off his suit jacket and his usually pristine white button down has been torn to shreds. The pieces that are left of it have adhered to the deepest of his wounds, soaked in crimson. He's holding up the hem of his shirt with his teeth, glaring down at a particularly large slice in his torso as he feeds a needle into the skin and puts himself back together again. One of his eyes is swollen and there's a small cut to the side of it. You can tell that he'll have a black eye come morning. Sukuna must see you in the corner of it, because he suddenly turns to look at you. The edge of his shirt falls out of his mouth, but Sukuna doesn't seem to notice, too surprised by your presence.

The two of you take each other in. Silently appraising the situation.

Before you can react, his surprise is already morphing into a resigned, disappointed sigh.

"Aw shit."

"What the HELL?!" You don't recognize the voice that escapes you in your panic. Raspy from the sleep still coating your throat, disjointed as your tonsils remember themselves and yet forget how to operate in your shock. You're across the room in a flash, nearly tripping headfirst into him in your haste. "What happened?! Y-You're hurt. Why are you hurt? Jesus, that looks so bad- oh my god. 'Kuna-"

"Shhh," He's hushing you. You're close enough for him to reach out with his free hand and pull you even closer, he doesn't seem to notice the streak of fresh blood he leaves behind on your wrist. "It's not as bad as it looks."

"You're covered in blood!" You whisper in horror, you search his eyes for even an ounce of alarm, and find only his usual nonchalance lounging there. As though this was nothing out of the ordinary.

He even looks down at himself like he wants to refute you, but when he picks up the collar of his shirt, finding the shredded pieces of what remained of it, he seems to think better. 

"Little bastards didn't do half bad, actually." He mutters to himself. He almost sounds... impressed. "Any deeper and it could have really been a pain in my ass."

"What happened?" You ask again, desperate.

"Just some kids waiting outside of the office." He rubs at the back of his head, and you notice another small cut there over a raised bump that seems to be swelling at the base of his skull. It must be tender, because he grimaces when he grazes it. You do too, just from watching him. "Trying to make some pocket money off of me and Uraume. They should have at least waited until we were both alone." When he pulls his hand away from his head, there's fresh blood glistening on his fingertips. He sucks his teeth. "Amateurs."

You take a deep, steadying breath- willing your heartbeat to slow.

You were the one who decided to fall for a man constantly looking for a good fight. At this point, you had only yourself to be disappointed with.

Without another word you turn your back to him and head straight for the shower. You needed him to wash off. You wouldn't be able to tell which parts of him needed attention in the mess that was currently coating his skin and you were already preparing mentally to tend to him. You spin the dial to ‘hot’ and turn back to him, trying your best to glare. You didn't think it was working very well. Especially because he's smiling softly at you.

"Get in." You command, pointing to the tub.

Sukuna scoffs softly, turning back to his needle and fishing line.

"It's fine.” He brushes you off. “I'm just going to rinse the cuts as I go-"

"Sukuna." You don't mean for it to come out as demanding as it does. Sukuna was hurt. You wanted to be gentle with him, but you can't help how overwhelmed you are at the sight of him battered to such a degree.

He slowly lifts his head like he was giving you time to think about the way you had just spoken to him before he meets your eyes again. You're too roused to take it back. "Get. In."

You can tell in his momentary silence that he doesn't recognize this shade of frustration on you. He's watching you like he's trying to take in every detail of it. Engrave it into his brain. Part of you is reminded in that moment that it wasn't Sukuna's anger you were in risk of pushing, but rather his excitement.

He folds up the fishing line and loops it around the sewing needle, placing it onto the counter without turning to look at it.

Your unrelenting stance falters a bit as he crosses the room after you, unbuttoning his dress shirt as he goes. His eyes never leave yours, testing your will.

When he makes it to you, he's brimming with pride. His belt clinks when he unloops the first notch. 

"Yes ma'am." He purrs.

...

An hour later, he's as clean as he can be and sitting on the closed lid of the toilet seat. You're perched in his lap, having already finished stitching shut the larger wounds that needed it. Now you're down to the last small cut left, which is on his cheek. It didn't require much attention, it was a tiny graze compared to the rest of the gashes you had tended to.

You can feel Sukuna watching you with a smitten little smile, like you had just spent the past hour silently telling him how much you adored him with your gentle but stern touches.

It ticks you off.

"Stop looking at me like that." You mutter, pressing the last of the steri-strips against his skin.

He doesn't even pretend to stop. You refuse to meet his gaze as you do a final examination of your handiwork. Finally, with him properly patched up and without a single drop of fresh blood in sight, the pain in your heart eases. He was okay. 

"...Why didn't you have Uraume help you with this before you came home?" You pretend to reassess one of the gauze strips on his bicep, but it's really just an excuse to nervously pick at the cotton while you're underneath his gaze.

There were plenty of people at the office who knew how to deal with wounds to this severity, professional medics that could have sewed him up twice as fast and sent him home just as clean as when he had arrived. So why did he wait so long for help?

Sukuna hums and his bandaged knuckles glide up and down the outsides of your thighs. "Maybe I like watching you play nurse."

"Kuna~" You groan hopelessly, letting your head thunk against his shoulder. "Quit teasing. I'm mad at you." You announce.

It only serves to widen his grin, which you can feel pressed against your hair as he kisses your forehead.

"But you're so cute when you want to be mad at me." He mocks your tone of voice and chuckles when you press your thumb into the bandage on his bicep in an attempt to punish him-just a bit.

Quickly, he snatches your hand, locking the both of your fingers together and gently nudging your head with his own. Silently asking you to look up again.

You're trying your best to pout at him, but you're surprised to see softness where you expected to find mischief in his expression. There's a warm fondness to his gaze. One you usually only see him wear when he's watching you talk about something you're particularly passionate about.

"I'm sorry I made you worry." The genuineness of the statement softens the hard lines of your face. And just like that, you completely forget that you’re supposed to be mad at him. His fingers trace the space between your brows where he had just made an angry knot disappear. "I do hate it when I do that."

Maybe it was a tactic to get off the hook. But it was a good one. It even has you feeling guilty for being hard on him. 

"I don't like seeing you covered in blood." You whisper, finally meeting his eyes. The glimmer there is triumphant.

"I'll hose off out front next time, how's that?"

You bite back a laugh at the image, trying to keep your stern disposition. You lean in, so as to impart the severity of your tone. "No next time."

Sukuna leans in closer, "And I'll have to get you a nurse's outfit."

"No next time!"

You were in love with the epitome of mischief. There was always going to be a next time.

[almondpiglet]

needed to draw something this year for tomes bday...really wanted to draw her highschool friends

[javierduffy]

hi something true and beautiful happened just as i was gearing up to do short walk in a pretty town and it made me think of ur art

YOU. HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOUVE JUST DONE FOR ME WITH THESE IMAGES

[papaziggy-devblog]

So this should go without saying but I guess I have to say it anyway

I do NOT condone any of the actual behaviors seen in mine or any other yan-based media RL... this includes gaslighted, emotional manipulation, coercion, baby trapping, or ANYTHING like that

And I FULLY believe if these are things that you desire RL either in giving or receiving ends then you need to seek some sort of mental help immediately

[luimagines]

*Your requests are open, its 2:30am and I'm craving First content.*

You know that scene in HTTYD2 with Stoick and Valka

"Go on! Shout! Scream! Say something!"

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you"

Either First as Stoick or as Valka would be interesting (or if First refuses to cooperate, Warriors or Twilight or Time would be fun)

*not me saying to myself I hope I'm bulletproof cause this is about to hurt*

Insanity, I'm going to run wild with this, thank you.

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

First wasn't about to let anyone get close to him. Not again.

He knew that he was still young enough to find someone to settle down with, but ever since you left, he couldn't find it in his heart to seek another.

There's a hole in his heart in your shape that was never to be filled again.

Then he was arrested. For a crime he didn't commit.

That was enough for him to give up. If he was to spend the rest of his days here, then so be it. The people have made their choice. He was a hollow man anyway.

The days crept by slowly. There was very little he could do the past the time except for daydream about a time where he was younger nd more carefree. A time when you were still by his side.

He had hoped to have a family. To be a father and raise children.

Dashed to pieces and scattered by the wind, his dreams failed to bring up happy memories and left him with dreamless and futile sleep.

Years go by and eventually he's set free at last. He's not as strong as he used to be but the people need him to fight. He's not sure how he's going to do that at this point, but if he is to die; then he would rather go down a hero.

It's not like you'll be there to patch him up at the end of the day anyway.

Instead, as he opens his eyes after the fight, there's another bandaging his wounds. He's vaguely aware that he won the fight and that he's lost a lot of blood but that's about it.

The rest of his life is lived in a haze.

He's sent to go find a special item for the people now that he's proven himself again but there's little that'll prove to Link that it exists.

Instead he finds a cave that he's been explored before and enters it with little thought. He's not expecting much. If there's monsters in here then he can dispose of them and call it a day before he goes back to town and tells the people that there was no such item.

"S-stay back!"

He freezes and raises his lantern. Link's greeted by massive crystals covering the walls of the rock, mirroring the light from his lantern and lighting up the small space as it is.

There's a cloth on the floor and a few supplies.

But that's not what has his attention.

"....It's you..." You breathe and panic seems to fill your system.

Link can only stare. It's as if you're here to haunt him, only you don't seem happy to see him. He can't find it in himself to complain though. He's wanted to see you at least one last time all these years. He wonders if he's actually dying a second time and this was a gift bestowed on him for doing his duty.

"I... I know what you're going to say, Link." You wince and try to stand. You're hurt... Or rather, you have been hurt. It must be difficult to move. "I know that you'd ask why I left. Why I stayed away all these years... and why I didn't come back to you..."

Link takes a step forward and you scramble the best you can to your feet despite the obvious pain. His heart clenches. The questions you throw at him are already answered for him. It would have been difficult to come back to him even if you wanted to.

You being to tear up. "I'm sure you'd want to know everything. A-and I know that I was wrong. I knew from the start. But I couldn't-"

He steps closer, gently putting his lantern on the floor so that it still lights up the place.

Your voice only seem to grow higher and more frantic. "I couldn't! Link, please. Not like this. I couldn't. Please believe me!"

He does and steps closer.

"Link! Answer me. Shout! Scream! I don't care if you start throwing things! Just say something!"

He stops in front of you, trapping you against the wall of the cave. He reaches out and hesitates before tucking a piece of your overgrown hair behind your ear.

"You're just as beautiful as the day I lost you."

Your tears fall as he leans to kiss you, to solidify this dream, to prove to himself that he's not hallucinating.

You don't kiss him back, but that's ok. You're real and you're here and you're alive.

This is far better than any item he was sent to find.

[mysecretwindowuniverse]

Nygmobblepot Text Meme

[vaggieslefteye]

NIFFTY & ALASTOR in 1x08 - The Show Must Go On

↳ "I dub thee, King Roach!" "Oh, to understand your twisted little mind."

[seokminfilm]

still a human | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, fluff, kissing, hurt/comfort, mentions of stress, midterms, seokmin calls reader love, baby, lyr projects her own stress for midterms for this fic

"Baby, I'm home," Seokmin quietly cracks open the door, seeing you at the computer as you have earbuds in your ear. You're focused on writing down something in your notebook, and the desk is littered with pens and highlighters as you scan your textbooks.

You had been working ever since Seokmin left the house early that morning to run errands. Now, as the sun was setting, you were still studying. Before he left, you had promised him that you would take appropriate breaks and make sure to have some fun while studying, but he knew you had forgotten about that promise.

The kitchen was untouched when he came home, and there were no dishes in the sink or the dishwasher, meaning you hadn't eaten either. The curtains to your bedroom had been closed all day, meaning there had been no sun in the room all day.

"Love?" Seokmin questioned again, sighing as his brown eyes scanned your vantage point from his position.

Your usually sparkling eyes were now dull, a tired look to them as you scanned the computer screen tiredly. Your face looked pale from the lack of sunlight you had today, and you sat slouched in your seat, head about to fall and hit the desk because you were so tired.

Seokmin approached behind you, tapping your shoulder as you took your earbuds out and turned around. "Baby, you're still studying? Really?"

You looked at him tiredly, studying his warm skin and deep brown eyes as you nodded slowly, yawning. "Yeah, but I—" You stop, rubbing at your eyes as you stretch. "I was gonna stop in an hour."

"Love, no way. You've been working for a while now, I know it. You haven't eaten in how long?" Seokmin squats down beside the desk, spinning you in the chair to now face him. He takes your cramping hands in his, and kisses every knuckle and fingertip, frowning at your pale, tired features.

"I'm okay, Min. I just need to study Physics and English, turn in the final essay for Civics, finish making the study guide for Science, and then...." Before you know it, you're listing nothing but jibberish, and tears are falling from your eyes.

You're so tired���you've been so exhausted and lonely all day today, but you told yourself you had to be so focused and serious about studying today, that you did nothing but lock yourself in your bedroom without food or proper sunlight and study all day.

Seokmin had told you it would be okay, as it always was, if you just took breaks and had a good time while studying. You had forgotten to do everything he had told you earlier this morning, and it made you cry for some reason, putting the final crack in the crumbling wall known as your feelings.

"Baby, baby, breathe for me, okay? I know it's stressful right now, but if you calm down first, it'll be easier, I promise." Seokmin is so patient with you, looking up at you with patient eyes as you take uneven breaths. Your body is heating up, and your heart is racing, but you do what he says, taking breaths until you start to slow down.

"I know you want to do good on your midterms, and that's okay! I want you to do good too," Seokmin pats your kneecap, to which you laugh. "But, your mental health and wellbeing comes first. Food and water are more important than any essay, and having a bit of sun won't hurt you."

"You're completely okay and valid for choosing to finally focus and study everything you can before midterms, but you need to realize that you're still a human, and still have basic needs that need to be fulfilled. I'm not here all the time, so I can't remind you or force you to do what's best for you because trust me, if I was here all the time, I would remind you to drink water, have a nice snack, and take a break." Seokmin's finger pokes your nose, and you giggle again, sighing as Seokmin takes your hands in his once more.

"Promise me you'll do better with taking care of yourself. I don't want to worry about you while I'm gone, okay?" Seokmin stands up, and you nod quietly, standing up with him as you give him a soft hug.

Your arms wrap around his waist, and you feel the warm, inviting fuzz of his sweater, covered in his cologne as Seokmin places his head on top of yours and kisses your forehead. "I promise to do better, Seok. I'm sorry."

Seokmin smiles, shaking his head as he takes his hands and puts them on each side of your head. "I forgive you, baby. I just want you to be okay and do okay."

"Now, it's getting late. Can I make dinner for you, and we chill out and watch a movie or something? It's a Friday, and our day, remember?" Seokmin bumps into you playfully, and you smile at him, closing your books and laptop as you nod.

"Yeah, Minnie. Our day."

[buwheal]

I'm sorry, Spamton. I know you won't believe me, but I'm sorry we hurt you.

[phoenixtakaramono]

The Premise of this Threadfic: Homelander suckles on Billy Butcher’s d!ck until the stress and white noise in his evil blond head is gone. That’s it. That’s the plot.

CW: ⚠️🔞, some surface level Homelander whump because I think he deserves a lil pampering after the new episode. Vaguely inspired by The Boys 04x04 and Butcher’s gorgeous manly tatas

(You can read the rest of it here!)

If you don’t have a Twitter account, screenshots are provided below the line break so you can read this update on Tumblr as well:

A/N - I can't believe this threadfic has its own behind-the-scenes backstory, but the first 25 tweets of how this threadfic initially started had been very different from what you see in this version. It was full of poignant lore and future S4 speculation, a dive into HL's psyche regarding his traumatic upbringing, and commentary about Compound V causing madness and tragedy to tie into what'll happen to Hugh Sr, ect.… It’d been saved in my Drafts; I’d been ready to click “Post All” after I found the perfect GIFs for the starter tweet. But then I'd accidentally pressed "DELETE" instead of "Save”—and all that work, vanished. Banished to the ether. RIP to what could've been. 🥲 I wasn't about to retype all that in my second attempt so I ended up simplifying it. And that's how we arrived here. :) Hope y'all enjoyed regardless! <3

[cupcakewebkinz]

Accidental death by snuggles

✮ One of the toons suggested a movie night with cuddles, popcorn and blankets, and they live to regret it... Oh boy. ✮

✬ Modern AU by @soupiestzilla / @soupiestfics ✫ Caretaker Shanon au by me ✬

✯ No toons were hurt in the making of this fic - The title is a joke. It's purely wholesome ✯

────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────

It all started with a movie night. A movie night Modern Shelly was regretting suggesting.

She was trapped, stuck in a pile of toons, unable to escape if she even wanted to. Her Vee was on the right, head on the back of the couch, fallen asleep an hour ago. Her arms lazily were wrapped around her, her arm thankfully only slightly trapped between them. She was cute, but going to regret sleeping like that. The left had Toon Shelly, curled up and holding her arm like it was going to abandon her if she let go. One thumb in his mouth, the other hand clung to her sweater. Her little head rested on her shoulder, soft, careful snores came out of her every one in a while. Her tail wagged slowly the entire time. Also adorable. Her lap was stolen by Toon Vee, the robot having loafed upon it for pets, and was silently resting as she got slowly stroked by the fossil who's lap she had taken. She wasn't asleep, but she sure seemed like it, not at all moving except for her programmed fake breathing so nobody assumed she had laid down somewhere and died. Or had ran out of battery... It wouldn't have been so bad if she didn't nyoom around like a hyperactive cat on a sugar rush when she overcharges. She was purring up a storm, antennae down, peaceful as could be. Modern Shelly just stroked her head softly, evenly, avoiding any sensitive spots on the top of her monitor as she did so. She wondered about the two toons, why they were so small, so child-like, when they clearly were adults who knew how to adult. She looked over the scars on Toon Vee's body, wondering what happened to cause them, wondering what she meant by "a rabid child bit her" when she asked about the scar on her leg, wondering why she wasn't with Veronica if she was obviously in this universe. She looked over at the hot cocoa she had left on the coffee table, now regretting that decision as she couldn't even reach it anymore, then back at the toon loafed upon her lap like some strange tv headed cat. She smiled, soon going back to slowly petting her, turning back to the TV the toon she was petting seemed so off put by earlier. A wall mounted flat screen. It was playing one of those really outdated dinosaur documentaries Toon Shelly loved to pick apart and call out the inconsistencies of. These toons were weird... She loved it though. She was starting to think of the two as younger sisters, finding their chaos - along with her girlfriend's glitter disasters - to be funny. Cute, even. She sighed as she closed her eyes, patting the top of the loaf's head, smiling at the peace around her.

It was Shanon's turn to take a photo, which she did on her outdated Polaroid she saved just for occasions like these.

A new photo was on the fridge the next day, and on the white part under the photo, in Shanon's perfect cursive, were the words "Toon Slumber Party".

It was the first time they all were together and nothing had exploded into glitter... At the price of some very sore backs from sleeping sitting up all night.

[tohkaphobia]

would you guys kill me if I said I was immensely disappointed by lonesome road and lowkey dead money IMO was the most thought out and put together dlc storyline

[hopecomesbacktolife]

while I expected lots of cute moments with bb-8 and pew-pew adventures in Poe Dameron: Flight Log (which, don’t get me wrong, I definitely did get and was very happy about!!) along with lots of cool ship specs and tech details—

what I wasn’t expecting (a surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one) was several instances of incredibly heartfelt, evocative, and sweet introspections from Poe on his family, upbringing, philosophy / ethics, the resistance, and love 🥺 so many sweet characterization tidbits in this book, I really enjoyed reading it ♡

if you’re interested in reading it as well, I borrowed it (for free!) on internet archive which I highly highly recommend, it was such a fun read and it’s very easy & user-friendly to borrow books from them!

[denkilightning]

look, hands of time may have one of the shittiest dialogue examples in the series, BUT this scene is really really cute and theres a lot of layers to it which is p sweet. also its a jay master of rizz moment which is always a win in my book

[virescent-v]

Can you do a "on your knees" smut prompt?

Like a Prayer

A/N: I don't know what this is, but I'm happy with it I think? But mostly, I hope this is what you wanted! It's super short, but that feels right? Idk dude, it's all about the vibes today and I'm just rolling with it.

Word Count: 663 Warnings: it's smut lol but it's not as...detailed as some of my other stuff hehehe

Panting breaths, clashing teeth, pushing, pulling. 

Stumbling over each other and the trail of clothes you were leaving, you and Emily bumped into the wall outside of her bedroom. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to give her room to attach her lips to your neck. 

Each breath you took felt like a fire in your lungs, like your chest was going to collapse in on itself. 

Leaving dark marks on your neck, Emily’s lips traveled back up, catching yours in a heated embrace. Breaking apart for air, Emily took your hand and led you into the bedroom. 

At the edge of her bed, her eyes caught yours, while her hands wrapped around your hips, her thumbs rubbing the skin exposed between your shirt and pants. You could feel the intensity of her gaze burning into you, a precursor for the mood of the night, a culmination of the heat that’s built up all evening. 

“On your knees for me,” she commanded.

You held her gaze as you slowly slunk to the floor, trailing your hands down her torso and legs, rubbing circles on her toned thighs. The soft click of the zipper as each part of the chain came loose echoed in your ears, heightening each ebb of arousal that coursed through you. 

The brush of fabric down Emily’s legs caused her to sigh, the kisses to her thighs caused her to whimper. The skim of your nose against her coarse curls as you breathed in her smell, her arousal for you, made her tilt her head back and shudder. 

“Eyes on me, Em.” 

Tilting her head back down, her eyes a shade darker, her hand tangled in your hair at the top of your head. 

With held eye contact, Emily guided your face toward her pussy. 

Emily’s eyelids fluttered at the first contact of your tongue on her clit, the soft, slow swirls causing her hips to jerk towards you. With each pass of your tongue, her eyes became seemingly darker, more hooded, a challenge to continue watching you. 

As you got into a rhythm, Emily’s hips started rolling into you, matching the pace you were setting. The movement of your mouth against Emily was making her let out the most delicious noises; groans, sighs, and guttural whimpers that had you moaning against her, the vibrations pushing her closer and closer to the edge. 

Switching it up to extend her pleasure, you started licking broad strokes against her, gathering as much of her essence as you could, the heady flavor driving you crazy. Getting your fill of her, you tossed one of her legs over your shoulder, opening her up further to you. Bringing up your fingers, you entered her, causing her to bend forward in bliss. 

Using your two fingers, you thrusted in and out, making sure to hit the spongy spot inside of Emily that always made her cry out. You loved feeling how wet she got for you, how tight her cunt would clamp down on your fingers as she started to reach her peak. Each thrust that brought her closer made Emily’s fingers tighten in your hair, pulling it to an almost uncomfortable pain. 

Her hips continued to grind against your face, as if she was starting to use you for her pleasure. It would’ve felt greedy, but you wanted her to use you, to take from you as much as you wanted to give.

As Emily came, her legs shaking against the side of your head, you held onto her to stop her from falling, but to drag out her orgasm until she started to push you away before becoming too sensitive.  

Miraculous, all consuming, addictive. The only words that encapsulated how you felt each time you made her cum. 

Getting on your knees for Emily felt powerful, almost religious, like a prayer to a god you didn’t believe in. 

It almost made you a believer, devout at the altar of her.