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girlfriend reveal guys !!!

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Uptight and professional Rafael barba with half his age stoner who happens to be cragens niece and secretary? He doesn’t want to try a relationship but he’s already head over heels for her maybe smut?? I love you’re work

Pairing || Rafael Barba x Secretary!Female!Reader

Contents/Warnings || Smoking (weed pen), drinking, office sex, oral (fem receiving), unprotected p in v

Authors Note || thank you 🤍 trying to get back to writing now that i’ve graduated college (yay!)

Rafael was annoyed with himself. He had needed a new secretary, and decided to give Captain Cragens niece a chance since she needed a job after her previous job had a few layoffs. She didn’t take her job as seriously as Carmen did, but she did well despite being high most the time.

He was mostly annoyed about how infuriating it was to have a secretary so opposite of him in every way, and infuriating that he would catch himself thinking about her outside of work. His mind would drift to how her legs looked when she had them propped up on her desk, the way she bit her lip when she was concentrating on whatever task he gave her, the stupid smile she had when she was obviously high. He hated when she would come into work high, but he had told admit that she got her work done a bit quicker that way.

It would be completely stupid to even consider a relationship with this woman. Cragens niece, and half his age? He would never hear the end of it, especially if things didn’t work out between the two of them. Yet he still couldn’t stop himself from thinking about it, about you. He was finding it more and more difficult to concentrate whenever you were in his office.

You caught him thinking late one night when you walked into his office after finishing arranging his schedule for the next week. He was drinking bourbon while staring into space, not even hearing you come in. You held the copy of his schedule in your hands, staring at him for a moment before walking over and setting it on his desk, finally breaking him from his thoughts.

“I figured you had gone home already,” He said, glancing at the papers.

You shrug, “I wasn’t finished yet. I wanted you to have it by morning so I figured I’d stick around until I had it printed out.”

“Appreciated,” He mumbled before taking another sip of his bourbon.

You pause for a moment, still looking at him before asking, “What were you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” Rafael lied smoothly, “Just winding down.”

“Hard case?”

“You could say that.”

A silence fell between the two of you. He was embarrassed, though he didn’t show it. When you came in, he had been thinking of you. Mapping out the different ways that a relationship could work between the two of you and the different reasons why it could end. He knew what this feeling really was, but he didn’t want to admit it just yet. He finally glanced at you again, meeting your eyes. He knew he could only hold things in for so long.

“Are you seeing anyone?” He asks casually. It wasn’t the weirdest thing he could ask you, but it surprised you; He had seemed to purposely dance around the topic of your personal life in the past. You answered with a simple, “No. Are you?”

He leaned back in his chair slightly, drink still in hand. “No,” he shook his head, suddenly holding his drink out to you. You hesitated but took it, keeping eye contact as you took a sip.

“That’s gross,” You said with a small smile, handing it back as your throat burned a bit. He cracked a smile back, a few thoughts running through his head as he took a sip from the same spot that you had, noticing the lipstick mark you had left behind. “I guess I’ll have to take you out for a drink sometime and see what you really like.”

“Only if you’re paying,” you agree without actually saying the word yes. He nods, still thinking; was he ready to risk his relationship with Cragen and SVU if thinks between the two of you went south? Was he willing to be with a woman who was so much younger than him?

He was interrupted when you pulled a THC pen out of your pocket, “You want some?”

“Is it going to stink up my office?”

“Only for a minute,” You stand beside him, leaning against his desk and passing it to him. He inhaled, only to cough immediately. You smile as he hands it back, regaining his composure, “You don’t smoke much do you?”

“A cigarette under severe stress,” He says, watching you take a hit, “You seriously use that thing every day?”

“Most days… helps me focus.”

A silence followed for a few minutes. The two of you passed each other the bourbon and pen, you were mostly looking out his window while he was looking at you. Rafaels eyes went between your face and how your side profile looked, and the way your legs crossed as you sat on the edge of his desk.

“So… what was the last guy you dated like?” He couldn’t help himself not to bring up the topic of dating again. You raised an eyebrow at his question but answered, “Met him through some friends… he turned out to be kind of a loser, though.”

“How so?”

“Jobless, dreamless, didn’t think anything existed outside of Manhattan. Didn’t want to settle down or even stay monogamous for longer than a few weeks.”

“You want to settle down, then?”

“I guess… dating him made me realise that I want someone who’s serious about their life, you know? Like, at the very least know what they want for their future. I want… two cats and a Brownstone one day,” You smiled a little, looking back out the window, “With someone serious, but we can still smoke together sometimes and talk about nonsense until 3am. We can travel to Italy or Greece every couple years on our anniversary and every day could be like a honeymoon.”

You were too busy talking to notice Rafael slowly standing from his chair until he was suddenly pushing your knees open and standing between your legs, a hand on either side of you on his desk. You leaned back on your own hands, surprised by the sudden close proximity.

“So… you want someone with a career and experience in life, and the want to travel?” He asked in a low tone, earning a slow nod from you.

“Brownstones are nice… and I’d prefer a cat over any other animal,” He said simply. “And we’d have to go to Spain at some point.”

The cogs in your brain were turning. He looked too serious for this to just be a way to get into your pants a few times before he got bored and dumped you, especially with the risk of your uncle finding out. He could tell you were confused and overthinking his intentions, the way you glanced to the side but didn’t look at anything in particular. He tilted his head a bit, forcing you to meet his eyes again, “I know what you’re thinking. I know it’s risky, but you know that I wouldn’t do this unless I was fully prepared for any possibility.”

“Even with my uncle? And my age? And my smoking?” You rapid fired questions at him, which only made him sigh, pressing his forehead against yours and responding with, “I promise I thought over every detail… I’m ready if you are.”

You weren’t sure who leaned closer first, but your lips met in a gentle kiss. The kiss quickly turned heated, deeper and heavier. Rafael slowly pushed you down onto your back on his desk, barely caring as objects were pushed to the other side of the desk or onto the floor. “Tell me to stop and I will,” He whispered against your lips, his hands running up your inner thighs.

“Don’t,” you whisper back, earning a small smirk from him. He let go of you suddenly before slowly dropping to his knees in front of you, reaching back out and hooking his fingers on your panties. You gave him confirmation by helping him slide them down and letting them hang off of one ankle before he pulled you to the edge of the desk and let his tongue slowly slide over your core. You let out a soft sigh of content as he lapped at your clit in between moments of diving his tongue inside of you.

Your back arched off of the desk a bit, your hands holding the edge of it as he continued, his hands sliding up and down your thighs. After a few minutes when your face was flushed and you were soaked, he slowly stood back up, his knees aching a bit (not that he would ever admit that). He reached down, unbuckling his pants and pushing them down a bit along with his boxers. You watched as his cock sprang to attention, hard and ready for you. Your eyes finally met his again, and you could see the silent pleading look on his face, asking for permission without actually saying anything. You gave him a short but confident nod, grabbing his tie and pulling him closer. He held your hips tightly, his tip nudging your entrance for a moment before he began to push into you with a grunt.

You let out a soft gasp as he bottomed out, silently thankful that his size matched his ego. Soon the only sounds in the room were moans and grunts with rhythmic slapping; Rafael wasn’t very loud, but his soft grunts and mumbles about how good you felt only further turned you on. He leaned down and kissed you in a way you had never felt before, taking your breath away and kissing you like you were the only woman in the entire world.

Your hands moved to his face, holding it as you kissed and his movements became faster and a bit more desperate. One of his hands moved from your hip to between your bodies, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb. It didn’t take long for you to finish after that, shuddering as your back arched off of the desk. Rafael was looking down at you, his movements getting a bit sloppy as he reached his own end, mumbling a swear in Spanish as he finished inside of you.

As his hips slowed a silence fell between the two of you, questions lingering in the air about where this would lead the two of you. Rafael was still inside of you, breathing heavy as he looked down at you.

“Where should we get that drink?”

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mariska hargitay and paget brewster just keep getting sexier every year i swear to god

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never take the wife guy's ring away

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I’m js gonna leave this here y’all😪

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thinking about rafaels reaction if elliot and olivia get together… i can see the soul shattered look on his face and it makes me want to scream.

obviously she knew elliot for over a decade before he left but come on he still left for 10 years with no goodbye and left her crushed..

rafael would be wondering how this married guy who disappeared for 10 years could have her and he can’t even after he was actively there for over half that time..

(this post is because i’m listening to jeff buckley and tv girl while thinking of them)

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everything about this is so funny

Elliot wakes up from his coma to his big brother hitting on Liv

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i saw this done for severance so obviously i needed to make it for svu

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Sonny smut 👀🤌

using this to do more from the smut prompt list (linked in my masterlist) also this is my 3000th post! insane

Inexperienced Smut Prompts #36 and #39 - “I got you.” & “Will you let me be your first?”

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You had been juggling Sonny’s question in your head for a few days now. He had asked while the two of you were making out on his couch, though you halted things as soon he asked it.

“Will you let me be your first?” He asked, breathless.

You reassured him that you would think about it and now you had. Sonny at this point had been the best relationship you had ever had and you trusted him to the fullest extent, so you made your decision. This decision ended up with you in his bed a few nights later, feeling him inside of you for the first time after 20 minutes of foreplay. He was gentle, making sure you felt okay and safe the entire time.

Sonny went still once he was fully inside of you, looking down at you almost expectantly, "Are you okay? Do you want me to keep going?" As soon as the word yes came out of your mouth he leaned down and gave you a soft yet needy kiss, his hips beginning to move slowly. Your face flushed, sighing softly as you adjusted; he was long, relatively thick, keeping a close eye on your reactions. At even an inkling of pain, you know that he would stop.

Your arms moved up, wrapping around his neck as he kissed you again. You let out a soft moan as he picked up the pace and he gave you a small smile, "Don't worry... I got you."

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Hi! First just wanted to say, I love your writing so much! I’m wondering if you could fulfill a request?

In my mind, it’s canon that Rafael enjoys dancing, being Cuban and all he used to dance at family parties and things like that. I had the idea about him taking his girlfriend out for a night of some drinks and dancing, but, Rafael being who he is, instead of a noisy loud traditional club filled with loud twenty something, he takes her to a jazz club so they can actually talk and enjoy each others company. And then the jazz band starts playing and he takes her for a very sensual and intimate dance on the floor? Just a thought!

Thank you! ❤️ please keep writing, you’re amazing!

Pairing || Rafael Barba x Female!Reader

Contents/Warning || Just fluff!

Authors Note || THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA.. where’s my rafael barba to do this with me 😔 and thank you so much!! (it’s past midnight and i have class in the morning so clearly the perfect time to write this..)

Rafael was a gentleman, to say the least. Respectful, polite, pays attention to every detail about you, and tends to spoil you as often as he can. You were excited when he planned a date night for you two, and pleasantly surprised when you ended up at a jazz club.

A few men were standing in a stage, playing soft music as the two of you were lead to a small table for two. You sat in the nice booth, and you slid up beside him once he was sat, feeling his hand resting on your knee. There were a few couples dancing close to the stage in an open area, which you thought was just delightful. Soon after the two of you ordered drinks and appetisers to share, the music stops, and everyone claps before the band leaves, taking a break.

“They sound amazing..” you whispered, sliding closer to him. “This is such a beautiful place, Raf.”

“I thought you would like it,” He answered, adjusting his bow tie.

“You should wear bow ties more often,” You, reaching up to adjust it for him, something he always secretly enjoyed you doing. “I love when you do.”

“Just for you, hermosa.”

You cracked a small smile at the name, “Why’d you pick this place anyways?”

“It’s nice, isn’t it? I thought it would be better than regular club full of drunk college students,” he answered, his attention briefly turning to the waitress as she brought over your drinks. “Thank you,” he says politely before she walked away. “Cheers?”

“What should we cheers to?” You ask, picking up your cocktail as he picks up his scotch. He pauses for a moment, “To us… I don’t think there’s a better reason than that.”

“To us, then,” You gently clink glasses, and a comfortable silence fell between you as you both savour the drinks and the moment. You loved that even in silence there was comfort, nothing needed to be forced between you two. And as soon as you began talking again, everything in the background faded out as if the two of you were the only people in the world. You barely register than the band is setting up again, standing back on the stage as everyone else began to quiet down. You’re quiet once they start to play again, ripping your eyes off of Rafael and onto the musicians.

When they begin to play Strangers In the Night, Rafael took your hand, gently coaxing you to stand. “Raf…” You were a little hesitant, knowing what he wanted to do but not knowing how to dance to save your life.

“Just follow my lead,” he spoke so confidently yet softly, still holding your hand as his other than moved to your hip, beginning to guide your movements and slowly dance. A few other couples joined in, making you feel a bit less self conscious. “You worry too much,” Rafael said, noticing the look on your face, “You’re doing great.”

You nod shortly, focusing on just how close and intimate the situation was rather than your own thoughts. Rafael was patient, guiding your movements and holding you firmly, his eyes roaming over every detail of your face as if he didn’t already know them all.

“This might be one of my favourite dates, now,” You admitted, meeting his eyes, “Thank you.”

Rafael gave you a small smile, “I’ll have to top it next time, then… but I’ll be sure to play jazz when I cook dinner for us now.”

You laugh quietly, unsurprised by such a response from him. Your hand tightened around his, your head resting on his should as he guided you two around slowly, pressing a gentle kiss into your hair. “Te amo cariño.”

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I just want you to know that I’ve been working really hard on forgiveness.

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I’m actually obsessed with your Mafia Carisi rn. It’s thrown me back into my mafia obsession 😫 thank you for the amazing work

thank you so much for reading it <3 i’m happy people are liking it so far

i’m on a writing hiatus right now but i have several chapters mapped out so more to come soon

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Absolutely love the mafia series with Sonny, do you plan on writing more?

yes! i’m working on the next part right now in response to another ask, and i have enough content and ideas prepared to write at least three or four more chapters. it’ll definitely last a while!

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Moustache - One Shot

Pairing || Season 16!Sonny Carisi x Female!Reader

Contents/Warnings || Smut, P in V, face riding, dominant reader and submissive sonny, nipple play, rough sex, semi public teasing

“look at his stupid moustache” i say as i rewatch season 16. so silly… i love it. we’re going to pretend that he didn’t shave it after like two episodes okay. i miss it. i have an essay and a presentation due tomorrow yet i decided to do this first at 9pm :D

The “experienced, empathetic detective” that Benson put a request in for was… interesting, to say the least. Moody, maybe overly confident, definitely opinionated. You didn’t care at first, you didn’t have to deal with him as often as the rest of the squad did. Though with you being the ADA, you did sometimes have to deal with his remarks and trying to show off what he was learning in law school whenever he had a chance.

Most of the time you brushed off whatever he said, but at some point his stupid remarks and big blue eyes got to you, though. You found yourself eyeing him when you were in their squad room discussing case evidence, drinking in the sight of his lanky frame, the swoop of his hair, the little curls at the nape of his neck, and that stupid, stupid moustache.

After a big case you won for SVU, you all went out for dinner and drinks at a nearby restaurant. It was you, Sonny, Olivia, Amanda, Fin, and Nick sitting at a round table laughing and talking in pairs. Lucky you, you were sitting beside Sonny and easily able to get him into a conversation by bringing up a vague law term and sending him into a tangent about his night classes. You weren’t really listening to anything he was saying, your eyes drifting to his moustache and wondering what it would feel like on your thighs and neck.

You took a long sip of your martini as your eyes moved lower and your free hand shifted, itching to touch him. You set your glass down, your tongue running over your bottom lip before you carefully scooted close to the edge of your seat. Not that Sonny noticed, too busy stuffing his face with pasta and going on about one of his teachers.

You built up the courage for a moment, wondering if it was really a good idea to make a move now, around the squad. You glanced around to make sure that no one was looking at the two of you, and luckily everyone was still engrossed in their separate conversations at the table. Your hand slid onto his thigh, a gentle touch as you interrupted whatever thought that he was coming up with between bites. Sonny looked like he had just short circuited, his mouth full of food and cheek puffed out like a chipmunk while his face reddened, his eyes meeting yours.

You tilt your head to the side, looking over his face, “You look real cute like that.” That short and sweet statement only made Sonny’s face redden deeper. He swallowed carefully before taking a gulp of his drink to calm himself down, “…cute?”

“Yeah, cute,” You answered, your hand sliding further up his thigh as he nearly dropped his glass as he shakily set it back down. “You seem surprised,” You mused.

“I just… I didn’t know you thought of me that way,” The words tumbled out of his mouth, his attempt at trying to stay calm failing miserably. You smile a little, “If you want me to stop, I will,” you say as your hand slid up to his belt, giving it a gentle tug. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a man get hard so fast before.

“No, I wouldn’t tell you stop,” He squeaked out, his eyes darting around the table to make sure no one else noticed. You hum softly, letting go of his belt, “Well, I will for now. But maybe you’ll want to come over after dinner and taste something else?”

He nodded quickly, like he didn’t even have to think about it. The rest of the dinner was relatively normal, except for you giving Sonny’s upper thigh or bicep a gentle squeeze once in a while just to tease him during conversation. He was mostly quiet now, but his eyes were definitely on you more often than not. You loved knowing the effect that you had on him, and he was just adorable with those bright puppy eyes and the tent in his pants.

When dinner was over, you were normal, saying goodbye to the rest of the squad. Once the others had walked off or gotten into their own cabs, you pulled Sonny into one with you. The ride to your place was a blur of kisses and whispered flirtations, mostly from you as he tried to keep up with your straightforwardness, but was clearly unable to. You lead him into your apartment with a frenzy of kisses, his hands on your hips as you pulled him in by his tie. You didn’t bother leading him to your bedroom, opting to just pull him to the couch. Both of your sets of clothes were tossed all over in a matter of minutes, leaving him in just his boxers and you in your bra and panties. He was straining against the fabric of his boxers, a small wet spot forming from pre cum just as you had a damp spot on your panties.

You look him over for a moment and took in the sight of his soft stomach and fuzzy happy trail disappearing under the waist band of his boxers. You gently bite your bottom lip as you look back at his moustache, the thoughts of what it would feel like against you returning.

“Lay down,” You commanded lowly.

“Yes, ma’am,” He mumbled oh so politely as he laid on his back and made himself comfortable. You watched him as you slid your panties and bra off, tossing them somewhere else. You straddle his face, but don’t lower yourself completely yet to see what he would do. His arms hooked around your thighs and he was looking at you in almost a trance, his head moving to press against one thigh, his lips ghosting against it and his moustache gently tickling your skin before he left a gentle kiss, his wide eyes looking up at your face.

You sit fully, careful not to completely crush him. He grunts softly, quickly diving into you as his nose bumped against your clit. You felt his moustache rub against you just the right amount to heighten your pleasure. You slowly grind against his face while your fingers snaked into his hair. He was lapping at you like a man starved, his arms around your thighs keeping you from squirming too much. It didn’t take long for your breath to quicken and your stomach begin to tighten before you burst, shuddering and tugging at his hair as you came hard on his face. He dragged your orgasm out as much as possible before you bat at his arms and moved, shakily getting off of him. You quickly noticed the tent in his boxers still standing as he sat up, this time guiding you to lay down. You also noticed the massive wet spot.

“Did you…” You ask but are interrupted with a quick nod. He came just from eating you out? You were flattered, and impressed that he was hard again so easily. He yanked his boxers down, letting his cock spring out. “Tell me what you want me to do…” He whispered in a needy tone. He knew exactly what he wanted to do yet he wanted you to command him again. You lay on your back, spreading your legs open but raising one up, resting it on his shoulder. His head immediately tilts and rests against it as you tell him, “I want you… hard and fast.”

He nods quickly, wasting no time before moving flush against you, kissing the leg on his shoulder before aligning himself and plunging into you, holding your hips down on the couch. You let out a shaky sigh at the feeling of him entering you before he set a pace exactly how you requested.

Your bodies moved in unison, and you were practically dizzy from how fast he was moving inside of you. You felt his moustache drag against your calf as he nipped at your skin before looking down at your breasts. His hands slid up from your hips to them, kneading the soft flesh before tweaking your nipples, making your back arch off of the couch a bit. You were letting out a moan or huff at every thrust, only getting louder as he toyed with your nipples and kept his pace steady. He played with your nipples almost carefully, testing what every different tug did to you like it was an experiment. His eyes were locked on your face, taking in every moan and gasp, every change in look.

Your entire body felt like it was on fire, your nails digging into his thighs and stomach beginning to tighten once again after only a few minutes. He noticed immediately as you tensed, your back arching further off of the couch.

“F-faster…” You stuttered, knowing that it would push you over the edge. Sonny obliged, picking up the pace the best he could as his hips stuttered, his own orgasm close behind yours.

“Fuck, Sonny!” You cried out, your vision nearly going white as your walls spasmed around him from an intense orgasm. Your legs twitched, barely able to keep your body from convulsing as he kept his pace fast for another few moments before his own orgasm hit. He let out a low moan, his eyes shutting tightly as he spilled inside of you, weakly giving you a few more thrusts before stilling. His eyes opened again, meeting yours, “That was amazing…”

You nod in agreement, your leg sliding off of his shoulder before you sat up, feeling his release begin to leak out of you. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, letting yourselves bask in the remnants of your coupling. Your head leaned back against the back of the couch, your eyes closed as he did the same. The silence was comfortable, and rare from him for the short time that it lasted.

“Should I shave my moustache?” Sonny suddenly asked, as if he hadn’t just made you scream beneath him a few minutes before. You rolled your head to the side, looking at him with an eyebrow raised. He was looking at the ceiling, clearly deep in thought about his simply question. You sigh, reaching over and gently touching the end of his moustache, silently reminiscing about how it felt against your leg, “Don’t.”

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If you're still doing the inexpirienced reader things could you do 13 + 43 for Sonny Carisi pretty please?

i forgot how much i liked doing these tiny blurbs… we’ll pretend that this ask isn’t from a whole year ago, i’m so close to clearing out all of my drafts/asks :’)

Inexperienced Smut Prompts #13 and #43 - “Makes me want to wreck you.” & “Are you sure this is your first time?”

Prompt list

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When you first told Sonny that you were a virgin it was already 4 months into your relationship, and the two of you hadn’t done anything but make out a few times. He looked a bit surprised when you finally told him, but was reassuring that he understood and that you didn’t have to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. You distinctly remember his statement a few days later when the topic was brought back up again in a lighter tone with a few drinks involved, “Makes me want to wreck you.” He said in a low tone before drunkenly going on about something else.

While it was just a flirtation and something to tease you a bit, that sentence stuck with you every day before you two ended up in his bed together for the first time. He was on top of you, sitting on his knees between your legs as he held your hips tightly, pumping into you at a steady pace. Your neck and chest were sore from him biting and sucking on your skin, your face flushed from the orgasm he had just guided you through, your hands on top of his as his fingers dug impossibly deeper into you hips. He was definitely wrecking you.

“Are you sure this is your first time?” He asked with a raspy laugh, “You’re taking me so damn well,” He leaned down, capturing your lips with a hard kiss without giving you a chance to reply, his hips beginning to move faster, trying to get you to finish once again. He pulled away, his mouth moving to your neck, licking and biting at any spot that he hadn’t already marked. You feel yourself begin to tense and tighten around him as your breath caught in your throat, your mind blanking as he pushed you into another state of ecstasy, whispering praise into your ear.

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i dont hate you guys i swear i just have really shitty memory

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saw this with barisi a few days ago so i had to do it with barson