#darly asks

[sparklingchim]

excuse me, ms. Darly but could we get a short lwh!fam like this https://www.instagram.com/reel/C5a8Ngzt3Xg/?igsh=MTYydm1xamt0eXo2Mg==

pairing: dilf!jungkook x reader

summary: jungkook has a habit of snoring, and nabi had enough of it.

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Nabi is a very clingy baby.

Very cuddly, too.

So most nights, she somehow finds her way into your and Jungkook’s bedroom.

It's almost like she has a sixth sense for when you're about to settle into bed, starting to cry and whine to get your attention.

And almost always, Jungkook comes back with Nabi cradled in his arms, her fake tears still glistening in her eyes as he carries her into bed.

You remind him that it's not good to let her get used to this habit, and he always defends it by saying he can't resist letting her sleep with you both. "Her big tired eyes melt me into letting her sleep with us."

Jungkook finally gets to experience firsthand what it means to turn putty at the sight of round, sparkly doe eyes.

And just as Nabi has a habit of wanting to sleep between her parents, Jungkook has a habit of snoring. Every night. Though he claims he doesn't snore as loudly when you complain and you always give him an incredulous look, snarling back, "how would you know?"

All three of you are cuddled up in bed, Jungkook’s snores richocheting off the walls as you're deep in sleep—except for Nabi.

She's squirming in bed, the covers getting pulled and tugged with the movements of her little body, which causes you wake up. Your eyes flutter open.

You just catch the moment when Nabi raises her tiny hand and smacks it against Jungkook’s cheek just enough to create a soft echo of the slap.

Jungkook's snoring comes to an abrupt halt.

He grumbles, shifting to adjust his position and escape whatever just hurt him, all while keeping his eyes closed.

You stifle a giggle as you watch him groggily scratch his cheek. Nabi's big, curious eyes drift to your smiling face, and she wriggles her way back to you.

"Good job, Nabi," you whisper, pulling her close. She snuggles into your side, her little fingers curling around your chest as she nestles in.

"Did she just hit me?" Jungkook mumbles, still half-asleep, his voice thick with confusion.

You laugh softly, brushing a hand through Nabi's silky hair.

"Your snores annoyed her," you say, giggling. "See, you are very loud."

"Nabi's ruthless," he huffs.

Jungkook cracks one eye open, glancing at the two of you cuddled up together.

"Traitor," he mumbles, pouting in mock betrayal. But he quickly switches back, leaning in to drop a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Sorry, baby. Dad didn't mean to be so loud. I'll let you sleep now, yeah?"

Nabi lets out a little yawn, her tiny mouth stretching wide as she snuggles deeper into your side. The sight of her small, sleepy face and the way her eyelashes flutter as she fights to keep her eyes open melts both you and Jungkook.

Jungkook shifts to make more room, his arms wrapping around you and Nabi in a protective, cosy embrace.

You rest your head against Jungkook’s shoulder, the three of you nestled together in a perfect cuddle pile. As Jungkook’s breathing gradually synchronizes with Nabi’s, he kisses your forehead, his touch tender and loving.

"Love you, and I'm sorry."

"Love you, and it's okay," you whisper back.

[showakyonen]

Another question, but if you wanted to have children, what would they look like?

TWO LITTLE CONCEPTS FOR FUN. MAYBE ILL DO MORE WITH THEM

[hazel-eye-coffee-shop-girl-blog]

Alright I need some help getting my confidence back to posting my kinda okay writing. So I am asking you all to fill up messages/asks and send me requests for one shots or short stories that may or may not spiral into a series, or which of my series do you want a new chapter written?

I guess I should also mention my second page @coffee-shop-girl is where I would post my stories under and that is where they all live. Now you’re probably wondering why I am not posting this on that page? Well I don’t know how to get my message/ask section back. It seems to have disappeared a while ago and that kind of when I stop writing and posting. So for now this page still has access to messages/asks so fingers crossed I don’t lose it on this page.

So what fandoms do I write for?

* Supernatural

* Chicago Fire, P.D.

* Animal Kingdom

* Leverage

* 9-1-1

* Suits

* The Walking Dead

Are my top fandoms, but send me anything, it will be good exercise in the creative process. So read through my meteoric work, see my style of writing, and send me a prompt.

I am tagging a few accounts that seem to have recently found my works, or that I have started following or that use to follow me. hope you don’t mind, I just really want to get eyes on this. I promise I will only tag you in posts moving forward if you want to be.

Thanks again for reading

@dreamtofus @dinahjane97 @lucid315 @winchesterwild78 @hobby27 @dw19791967 @zepskies @spnexploration @clarinette07 @snffbeebee @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @deanwinchesterdaily @deans-spinster-witch @deanwinchestersgirl87 @lyarr24 @jackles010378 @wotinspntarnation @prettybubblesintheair

[thedarlyboxblog]

mimlimim- what was that one time

...

[solitaireships]

📻📻📻 - for chae yeong + xianyun + mel/jayce? - @darliings

Chae-Yeong gets Postmodern Jukebox’s cover of idontwannabeyouanymore. For one I think she’d like the kind of lounge singer vibe of this cover, but it fits very well for the way she tends to think about herself imo. She has a lot of issues with her identity and how she feels she’s constantly playing a role more than ever actually being a person, so idk, this is always one of the songs ever for her to me

Xianyun gets Lovesick by Laufey! This one is kinda an easy out for me bcs I used it for a fic with aer, but I also just think she’d enjoy Laufey. And it also describes the beginning of our relationship well imo

I’m doing separate ones for Mel and Jayce bcs I couldn’t think of any good romantic songs (other than Out of My League), so for Mel, Dynasty by Rina Sawayama. The song’s perfect for her whole family dynamic/relationship with Ambessa imo, being about trying to break the cycles you were born into and imo that’s the direction her character needs to head in

Now for Jayce, I’m thinking We Forgot We Were Human by Dirt Poor Robins. For one, it’s steampunk, and that’s the Piltover vibe to me. But the song is about how in the name of progress, we leave a lot of things behind, taking for granted traditions and sometimes our own humanity, which matches perfectly with his season 1 arc imo

[kittencandy102]

WAIT WHY DOES KIT HAVE SCARS!? :((

Okay, well i hope your ready for some lore, (becasue tw: abuse)

The reason Kit has scars is because of some of Darly's violent urges and these violent urges weren't intentionally targeted towards Kit but it just happened Darles always apologized tho. One day the last day she ever step foot in hia studio again wad the day she was baddly injured but i can talk about that in another ask but that basically why Kit has scars :3

[kcmonohilly1]

What was Darly's longest relationship with anyone, or his he single???

Max Devolt , that's his Ex-boyfriend!

Their relationship lasted for 15 years.

[darles-nemeni]

Hello hello Darly how have you been?

Do you like talking to fans when your not in the studio for the show?

If so have you been in any weird situations with any fans?

“I’ve been doing alright! And i do occasionally. There was this one fan who.. offered me a lemon-“

[evelyn1056]

Another part. Of

The Leonels.

✨ Previous ⭐ Next

✴️ Last ask 🌺next ask

. 🌙First

And I'm separating this (interactive) storyline here to an alternate universe where you can ask questions to them. Like the actor AU, with both of my stories (TL & TSL), This would contain a way to have people interact and gain more info not mentioned in the series.

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Happy Father’s Day.

masterlist || ask me anything <3

my blurb masterlist is here!!

authors note - happy father’s day to all of the father’s out there, thank you for everything that you do 🩵

word count - 1k

in which, it’s father’s day and there’s no where else harry would rather be than in the restaurant with his wife and his little boy.

The little restaurant sat quietly on a sun-dappled corner of Covent Garden, its flower boxes spilling over with lavender and white daisies. The large windows were flung open, letting in the soft breeze and the scent of early summer.

Sunlight streamed through the glass, catching flecks of dust in the air and casting gentle patterns on the tablecloths.

You were tucked into a corner table, shaded just enough by a wide umbrella. Jamie, your little boy, was fast asleep in his pushchair at the end of the table.

He’d fallen asleep on the walk here, his curls damp with sunshine and the effort of chasing pigeons around the square. Now he was out cold, his tiny legs flopped sideways, clutching his toy lion to his chest.

Across from you sat Harry — your Harry — sunglasses perched on his nose, his white linen shirt slightly wrinkled, and that lazy, contented smile playing on his lips.

“Can you believe he made it the whole way without a single peep?” you whispered, smiling at Jamie.

Harry leaned forward, propping his chin on his hand and giving Jamie a fond look.

“Little man’s got his dad’s stamina,” he teased, grinning. “Remember when we went to Niall’s concert? Slept through that storm like it was a lullaby.”

You giggled, unwrapping the napkin from your cutlery. “Sure that wasn’t you, babe.”

“True,” he said, smirking. “I do nap like a champ.”

He reached across the table to take your hand, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles.

“Thanks for today,” he said softly. “It’s perfect.”

“You deserve it,” you said, squeezing his hand. “I know it’s Father’s Day, but… I just really wanted to treat you. You’re an amazing dad, H.”

He tilted his head, blinking slowly like he was trying to memorize the moment. “Sometimes I just… I look at you. At Jamie. And I think — how the hell did I get this lucky?”

“Magic,” you whispered.

He chuckled. “No, really. It’s like… I used to think life would always be moving — tours, cameras, noise. But then there’s this. You and me. Him.” He glanced over at Jamie, still snoozing peacefully.

“And suddenly, standing still feels better than anything else ever did.”

A server appeared quietly with your drinks — a mint tea for you, and a cappuccino for Harry, topped with an artful swirl of foam. Harry looked delighted.

“They put a little heart in it!” he said, beaming as he showed you. “Look at that!”

You smiled. “It’s Father’s Day magic again.”

“Think I can get one of these every day if I bring Jamie along?” he asked playfully.

“Only if you also carry him when he insists on bringing the whole zoo of teddies,” you teased.

“You looked like a walking soft toy museum this morning.”

Harry laughed, taking a sip of his coffee. “Worth it. Though, I think Mr. Lion tried to bite me.”

You were about to reply when Jamie stirred a little, shifting in his seat and letting out a soft, sleepy sigh.

Both of you froze for a moment, watching him, hearts swelling at the same time.

Jamie was up at four am this morning, so this nap was definitely over due.

Harry leaned over just slightly, brushing the hair back from Jamie’s forehead.

“Still out,” he murmured. “He’s got your eyelashes, y’know.”

You blinked at him, caught off-guard by how soft his voice had gone. “He’s got your smile.”

“God help us,” Harry grinned. “Two of me.”

“Double the dimples,” you joked.

“And double the cheek,” he added with a mock sigh.

The food arrived not long after — buttery scrambled eggs, warm sourdough toast, avocado with chili flakes, and a stack of golden pancakes that made Harry’s eyes widen in glee.

“I’m definitely not sharing those,” he warned, pointing at the pancakes.

You raised your eyebrows. “Even with your darling wife on Father’s Day?”

He paused, dramatically torn. Then he broke off a corner of the fluffiest pancake and held it out. “Only because you called me darling.”

You both laughed softly, trying not to wake Jamie. The whole place felt like it had slowed down to match the beat of your hearts — slow, easy, full.

As Harry reached for his phone to snap a quick photo of the table — Jamie sleeping, food perfectly arranged, your hand curled around your tea — he looked at you like he couldn’t believe his luck all over again.

“Caption this one,” he said, handing you the phone.

You looked at the photo for a long moment, then typed:

“Best seat in the house. Happy Father’s Day to the heart of our little world.”

Harry read it, his eyes a little glassy now. “You’re gonna make me cry in public.”

“Just blame the onions in your eggs,” you whispered with a wink.

He laughed again and leaned across the table to kiss you, slow and sweet, while Jamie snored softly in the background.

The little restaurant in London didn’t know it, but it had just become part of a memory the three of you would carry forever.

[shadowcitrine]

If you do That Again--

DarlyxReader 912 words

Warnings: Some language.

Timeline: Not important, season 1-ish

Summary: Daryl is tired of listening to you blowing hair out of your face.

Darly stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw tightening as he glared over his shoulder. “Do tha’ one more time…” His tone is low and threatening, clearly irritated, but there wasn't a reason for it. 

Passing on his left you asked, “What crawled up your ass and died, Dixon?” 

Daryl chewed on the words brewing behind his teeth and marched forward. Why he was pissed off this time was a mystery. Up until now every single one of his demands to be out here with him had been followed to the letter. You'd kept quiet, stayed right on his heels and avoided every single stick you two had come across for at least the last half mile, which for you was a considerable win.

If you'd known he was going to be such an ass you wouldn't have asked to come. With the way he's been acting all day it would have been better to be bored sitting back at camp than deal with the king of grumpy walking buddies. What was worse is his foul mood was starting to rub off on you. Blowing a puff of air upwards you followed the lock of hair flying out of your field of view.

Daryl stopped again this time spinning on his heel. Eyes hard and narrowed, jaw jutting forward he seemed to be sizing you up. The last thing you wanted on this hell hike was to argue but you could see it brewing, unsaid words threatening to burst forward.

“What now?!” You snapped. Quick soured jerks of his head made you feel uneasy, doubly so when his hand went to rest on his knife hilt. The group had warned you about his temper but you'd overlooked that because he was kind of cute when he frowned. 

“All damn day!” He sneered. When you furled your eyebrows in confusion he puffed out his cheeks puffing little breaths between pursed lips. “Fuckin’ sick a’ it!”

“Oh! I'm sorry that the apocalypse didn't come with a thirty pack of elastic hair ties! I can't help the fact that I need to see!”

Daryl shook his head again, fist clenching around the hilt of the blade as he began pulling it out. “Come ‘ere.” He was going to butcher your hair, hack it off just because he was having a shitty day!

“No!” taking a step back away from him you gaped. “I'm gonna let you cut off all my hair!” 

“Ain't cuttin’ your damn hair! Come ‘ere!” he hooked a finger at you. “Gonna stop this shit ‘fore you drive me outta my damn mind.” Daryl is many things but a liar isn't one of then. Taking a cautious step forward ge tucked the blade between his teeth and pulled some string from his pocket. “Tur’ roun’.” 

A tiny gasp left your lips a smile tugging at the corners. “Are you going to do my hair?”

He took the blade from his lips, not an ounce of joy to be read. “Turn ‘round ‘fore I change my mind and saw it off your thick head.” He shoved the string at you. “Hold tha’.” When you didn't move right away he tucked the blade back between his teeth and grabbed your shoulder to spin you around.

He was actually going to do this. No longer facing him you didn't try to tamp down the nerves making goose flesh spreading down your arms. Expecting rough movements for a quick ponytail you were confused when he started sectioning your hair gently freeing tangles from it as he went. 

“Ow!” a sharp pinch at your scalp made you wince.

“Sto’.” The fat syllable sounded wrong in his mouth but you obeyed. He was deft but through fingertips massaging away the sharp pulls of tangles. You hair pulled tight at the back of your head, his actions pulling it backwards causing a strain to keep it upright for a moment. He reached over your shoulder, fingers snapping when you didn't hand him the red piece of dyed twine right away.

Handing it to him you asked, “What did you do to it? Can I see?”

He reached around and used two fingers to guide your face forward again. “Gonna fuck it up if you keep movin’.” Knuckles brushed your upper back, accidental but welcomed and you closed your eyes pretending not to hear the sound of something small snapping. “There! No more listenin’ to you huffin’ and puffin’ all damn day.” He moved away.

“How does it look?” you reached behind touching it, feeling your way down. He'd braided it. There was no stopping the grin that broke out as you pulled the tail over your shoulder to inspect his work. He'd tied off the end tightly finishing the red string with a tiny little bow. “Daryl!” 

“Ain't perfect but it'll hold. Keep it outta your-”

“It's so cute!” Suddenly seeing your inspection wasn't as important as the trees around him. You stepped around him bending to try and catch his eyes. “You even did a bow!” you held the end out for him to see.

“Stop!” the tops of cheeks were pink and while you could pretend it was from the heat you knew that wasn't it.

He started marching away and you ran ahead to try to make him look. “You made it all girly!” you teased. His cheeks were getting redder by the second.

“Stop!”

“Daryl Dixon braided my hair!” you sang out.

“Shut up woman!”

[sparklingchim]

do you accept request? If you do, can you write something about the "men can't hold baby on their hips" trend with lwh Jungkook? I saw this trend a lot on the internet and I think it would be cute to see it on lwh Jungkook? For reference just a random video from the trend:

https://www.tiktok.com/@thesabrinatan/video/7382056896070552874

pairing: dilf!jungkook x reader

summary: you teach jungkook how to hold nabi on his hip, and he miserably fails.

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“Why are you holding her like that?”

“Huh?” Jungkook utters, peering down at Nabi he’s holding to his side. “What do you mean?”

“Why is she resting on your...oblique?” You learned that word from Jungkook recently. He wouldn’t shut up about it during one of his gym rants. He was just trying to show off, you know... boys, but you actually learned something.

“She’s on my hip,” he says defensively, adjusting her slightly, which somehow makes it worse. She tilts, just a little. “This is how people hold babies.”

You giggle at the light frown tugging at his lips but still disagree. “No, it’s not. You’re supposed to anchor her. You’re just… I don’t even know what you’re doing.”

“Okay, show me then.”

You scoop Nabi into your arms, shifting her naturally onto your hip. One hand under, one hand free. Easy. Comfortable. She even gives a little happy noise like she’s judging him with you. Her tiny fingers clutch at your shirt, her cheek smushed against your shoulders.

Jungkook watches for a second, then immediately holds his hands out. “I got it now.”

You give Nabi over, and he tries again. This time really concentrating. He attempts to hip-hold again – elbow out, wrist awkwardly bent, Nabi sort of... perching?

“I’m nailing this.”

“No, you’re fighting for your life.”

He huffs. “Why is this so hard? I literally work out for a living.” Jungkook brushes his free hand over your side, fingers grazing the dip of your waist. “I don’t have this.”

“It’s okay that you have a different bone structure, Koo,” you say. “Nabi doesn’t even mind.” You glance down at Nabi, who’s currently playing with the string on Jungkook’s hoodie. Her big, innocent eyes look up at him like he’s her entire universe – which, to be fair, is true.

You can’t help but smile as she giggles softly, her tiny nose scrunching in amusement. Jungkook looks at her, eyes softening. “You’re the only one who gets me, huh, baby girl?”

You take a step closer, adjusting Nabi for him just slightly, nudging her back into a more natural spot, resting your hand on his to guide the hold.

“You just wanted to touch me.”

“You touched me first,” you shoot back. “You literally caressed my waist mid-complaint.”

“That was anatomy-based,” he says. “Very educational.”

“Mm-hmm.”

[showakyonen]

HEHEHE

I WAS DOING THIS FOR YOUR STRAWPAGE BUT THE PAGE WENT OUT AHHHHHHHH HERE YOU GET THE LAST SCREENSHOT I DID

AHHHHHWTFFF THIS IS SO CUTEEEE 😭😭😭 AEVIL FUCKING SITE DESTROYING MY WIFE WTF

[gooseworx]

im pretty sure this has already been asked, but will you ever continue the darly boxman show? and what are your plans after the amazing digital circus is over?

I'd like to once TADC is over.

I still have Darly Boxman 2, Vondu in the Suburbs, and The Corporate Ladder planned for Pink City.

[thedarlyboxblog]

Darly, what's your opinion on the new uprising show host, Hoonis Boogie?

who is that. is someone trying to surpass me? does this host think they can host better than ME?? "hoonis boogie", i will find you. you are FINISHED!!!!!!!

[gojipink]

privilege

ஐ ft. diluc

ஐ summary. giving diluc a blowjob so good, he revokes your bj card :(

ஐ warnings. N*SFW, mdni, fem!reader, deep throating, fem. pet names. 1.4k words

ஐ notes. part of my bj mini series! check out more parts here ✧˖°.

“waitwaitwaitwait,” diluc catching your arm, stopping your trail of kisses down his stomach as you peer up at him through your eyelashes. 

he swallows thickly, mind reeling from your ministrations, a little embarrassed at how he’s found himself to be on the receiving end of your love. undressed to only his boxer briefs, laying flat on his back as you slide down his body, worshiping every inch of skin in your path downwards.

“what’s wrong, ‘luc?” you ask as you plant an innocent kiss at the start of his v-line. 

to be honest, you knew exactly what you were doing. diluc has been so busy, so stressed out recently that you wanted to take a night to focus on him. to let him receive even half as much love and pleasure that you receive from him on an almost nightly basis. you knew exactly what you were doing when you straddled him on the bed, giving his lips a searing kiss as you slowly pushed him back to lay his head down on the plush pillows. making him so distracted by your onslaught of hot, wet kisses down his jaw and neck that he wouldn't notice what you were trying to accomplish. 

“my love,” he calls out breathlessly, “what are you doing all the way down there? come lay down, i should be the one taking care of you, don't you think, darling?” 

you breath out a laugh as you nip at his hip bone making him draw in a sharp breath as his hardening dick flinches in its confines. 

“i want to be down here, diluc. actually i'm not even exactly where i wanna be yet,” you tease.

“love-” he tries to argue before you interrupt him,

“please, ‘luc,” you pout up at him, “lemme take care of you this time. wanna make you feel good, i’ve missed the way you feel in my mouth,” you plead. 

diluc has only let you suck him off a small handful of times throughout your entire relationship. it's not that he doesn't like it, quite the opposite actually. it’s just when it comes to sex, he gets off on getting you off. your pleasure is genuinely his pleasure, he’s almost sure he could cum at the sight of you coming undone alone. but when you look up at him almost pleadingly with your lips so so close to his straining cock, he lets his resolve melt a little and lets you take whatever you want from him. 

he sighs, his big hand coming up to cup your face, thumb caressing the apple of your cheeks. “if…if that’s what you really want then… but go slow, love. don't hurt yourself, okay?” 

you inwardly melt at his concern as you flash him a smile, “thank you, ‘luc. i’ll be careful, i promise.” 

he huffs out a sigh while his hands brush your hair out of your face, “yeah, that’s what you said last time before you choked on it.”

you giggle at his words before playfully nipping at his skin right above the waistband of his underwear. “and who came almost immediately feeling my throat tighten on his cock?” you tease. 

“darli-mmph-” he tries to argue before you cut him off with a warm wet lick along the heavy shaft of his cock through the fabric of his underwear. 

his breathing instantly becomes heavier as you press teasing opened mouth kisses to his twitching length while your fingers hook over the waistband to slowly drag the last article of clothing off his hips. 

diluc raises himself on an elbow to watch you through hazy vision as he uses his other hand to help you pull the fabric off. 

as you discard them onto the floor by the bed, diluc’s wraps a hand around his throbbing cock squeezing at the base a little, giving himself a couple of short pumps. 

“my love, you don't have to do this,” he tries to convince you one last time as you make yourself comfortable between his thighs, “come lay down, hm? let me make you feel good, bet she’s just aching for it, isn't she, angel?”

you pout at him knowing that he’s trying to rile you up on purpose, hoping that if he gets you needy enough you’ll let him take over. you would be lying to yourself if you said his plan wasn’t effective, not with the way his filthy words strike straight to your cunt making your little hole clench around nothing.

“it’ll be my turn later, wanna taste you first,” you insist, your hands dragging up his thighs, nails lightly raking over the cords of thick muscle. 

diluc’s jaw tightens when your smaller hands replace his on his swollen cock. using both of hands to twist around the entirety of his length, making him draw in a sharp inhale. 

his piercing gaze follows your every movement as you open your mouth slightly, letting a pool of saliva fall past your lips and drop onto his flushed tip. diluc’s lip part in a silent moan as he watches the filthy sight, mind filling with fog as your hands drag across his length smearing your saliva over him. 

his resolve to switch positions finally dying down as he gently tangles his fingers in your hair, subconsciously pushing down the slightest bit trying to encourage your soft lips to meet his drooling cock. 

your lips finally meet his aching tip as you press a sweet kiss to his oozing slit before you take his length into the warmth of your mouth. 

diluc hisses at the feeling of your tongue repeatedly circling around his tip then massaging at the pulsing thick vein on the underside of his cock. 

“mmmh, love, s-slow, go slow,” he pants while his fingers tighten themselves in your hair, trying to grasp for control over the situation he’s found himself in. “doing so good, darling, mmph-! d-dont go any deeper, just-ngh keep it...keep it there.” 

you hum while bobbing your head up and down, the vibrations going right to his tightening balls as he tilts his head up to the ceiling a guttural groan ripping through the room. all senses filled with him, you desperately want to disobey his orders and just want to feel him further. want to feel his tip poke at the back of your throat as you swallow around him, want to know what he sounds like when his hips involuntarily stutter, thrusting his dick down further. 

knowing he’s slowly losing himself in bliss, you test the waters by slowly inching your mouth lower and lower until you feel his coarse red hair tickling your nose. you close your eyes and take a breath before surging forward practically devouring him whole.

the constricting feeling of your throat wrapping around his sensitive tip forces his hips to jerk in surprise, his mind short circuiting at the addicting sensation.

“ah-! l-love, oooh f-fuck! wait-!” he chokes out, his hands fisting tightly in your hair desperately trying to keep your head still, torn between wanting to push you down just a little bit further or pull you off him to scold you for deliberately ignoring his warnings to be careful. 

thick, milky ropes of his cum hit the back of your tongue as he pulls his leaking tip away to keep you from bullying his twitchy cock further into your throat. 

you swallow every spurt of cum, not letting a single drop leak through the corners of your lips. soothingly licking his shaft, softly bringing him down from his high, his chest harshly rising and falling, his eyebrows knitted together as he gazes at you with glossed over eyes. 

you lick one last stripe up his length, making his dick twitch in overstimulation, before sitting on your knees in between his legs, hands massaging his flexed thighs. 

he huffs out a breath as he gives you a pointed look, “alright, your privileges have been permanently revoked.” 

your mouth falls open in shock, “what! you liked it, though!” 

he shakes his head as he reaches to grab your elbows to drag you off of your knees. he rolls the both of you over, you now laying underneath him, face caged in by his strong arms. 

he tenderly lays a soft kiss on your lips, cock stirring when he vaguely tastes himself on you. he pulls back just slightly to chastise you, “i distinctly remember telling you to be care-” 

“and i distinctly remember you, once again, cumming as soon as your cock hit my thro-mmph!” you try to interrupt him only for him to cut you off by capturing your lips in a heavy, greedy kiss.

“what am i going to do with you,” he sighs into your mouth as you giggle and wrap your legs around his waist.