ARADIA X FEM READER MY LIFE IS YOURS!! WITH LOTS OF FLUFF HCS !! MAYBE NSFW?? WELL IF SO THEN DOM ARADIA AND SUB FEM PLEASE!
ugh shes my fav happy pride aradia ilysm
Aradia Megido x Fem!Reader
NSFW HCs
CW: NSFW, sex, oral sex, dry humping, body worship, mentions of spanking, mentions of hair pulling, mentions of choking
Aradia is so sweet and gentle in bed.
She always wants to make your comfort a priority.
One of her methods to doing this is to get in a joke whenever she sees the opportuity.
If she can tell that you're a little on edge, she wants to make you laugh and hopefully get you further into the mood.
She is very handsy.
You can always count on her to be squeezing your thighs or smacking your ass.
She thinks you're the most beautiful person ever and she doesn't have any trouble showing it.
Foreplay is very fun for Aradia.
She prefers to give way more than she likes to receive.
She really likes to give you head.
She loves being intimate with you, so she likes to give as much as she can.
Of course she won't say no if you want to return the favor, however she isn't keeping score in any way.
She likes it the best when you sit on her face, that way she can give you exactly what you need.
Aradia likes to take things slow during sex.
She doesn't think that it's something to be rushed through. She feels that it's something that brings the two of you closer.
Even if she isn't exactly horny, she's dtf. She loves being close to you.
She is always kissing you, kissing your neck, holding you, petting your hair, asking if everything feels good for you, etc.
She is an attentive lover.
Aradia almost prefers dry humping to actual sex.
The desire experienced in the moments when you are both clothed really gets her blood pressure up.
When you pull away from making out, her whole face is flushed red and she is smiling so big.
She loves positions where she can admire your body.
There's a good view from every angle, in her opinion.
If you are riding on top, her eyes are all over you as she thrusts to meet your own movements.
She loves looking at your face if you're on your back, and at how your tits bounce when her hips slam against you. Big or small, it doesn't matter. Not gonna stop her from sucking on them.
Of course she also loves fucking you from behind.
What isn't to love about your body? You're perfect from every angle.
While she can't help kneading your ass, she also can't resist leaning forward to plant kisses on your shoulders and the back of your neck.
Her lipstick is always all over your body.
Whatever you ask her for, she's happy to do although she draws the line at doing things that could really hurt you.
She enjoys spanking and hair pulling if you enjoy it, but she definitely will not indulge in any choking, at least with a red partner.
That would cause her not to be able to enjoy herself because she's worried about you.
Aradia doesn't really get tired after sex. Kind of the opposite, actually.
She always feels energized afterwards.
If you don't feel like going for another round, she makes sure you're all taken care of and cleaned up before she goes on a run to blow off some steam.
hiii!! could you do dom!eridan x afab!human!reader nsfw pretty please?? i think you touched upon eridan collaring reader before, but imagine reader being tied down to their bed š
thank you in advance!!
locking him away after this heās had enough outside time
Eridan Ampora x AFAB!Reader
CW: NSFW, sex, bondage, marking, degradation, temperature play
Eridan always had been possessive, you supposed.
He never seemed to tire of showing you off and bragging about your relationship.
Every piece of jewelry and item of clothing gifted to you was like a physical manifestation of his need to stake a claim.
He believed that everyone should know that you were his just by seeing your attire.
You liked to entertain most of his requests.
It was charming in a way.
Even if his approach was slightly unconventional, it was certain that he cared deeply for you.
Wearing a collar and getting on all fours was a natural progression of your dynamic.
You enjoyed it. He always made you feel taken care of.
There wasn't a time when you hadn't trusted Eridan.
Which is probably why it didn't take much convincing at all for you to give up your agency entirely.
He wanted to be in control.
He wanted to take care of you.
Make you feel good without even needing to lift one of your fingers.
He always made a fuss about sleeping in your bed, but he didn't have any reason to protest when it allowed him to do something like this.
The cord around your wrists and ankles was firm, but it didn't hurt.
Eridan had taken his time tying you to the headboard with what you guessed were some variety of sailor's knots.
Eridan liked it best when he was in control.
Being in a position where you couldn't move had him vibrating with excitement.
He was excited to have his way, of course.
But on some level he wanted to prove himself to you.
That he knew how to take care of you.
That he was flushed for you, and understood how to reciprocate your form of love.
That you needed him.
That he was enough.
The mattress bowed under his weight as he climbed up beside you.
His touch was gentle on your skin, fingertips brushing your cheek and caressing your jaw.
Your eyes squeezed shut when he kissed you.
His lipsnhere rough against yours, teeth piercing your lips and tongue.
He moaned into your mouth at the taste of your blood.
"Disgustin' loww-blood. You should be grateful I still wwanna kiss you."
His voice made you whimper.
You tried to press your legs together but your ankles strained against the rope.
Eridan brought his kisses to your neck, biting and sucking at the skin.
He positoned himself between your legs, a hand gripping your hips firmly and kneading at the flesh.
You would definitely be bruised later, but you didn't mind.
You loved seeing his lasting effects on your body just as much as he did.
His mouth had arrived at your nipple. Eridan teased it between his sharp fangs.
His other hand came up to play with the other one, rolling it in his fingers.
The hand that had been resting on your hip slowly pulled itself towards your clit.
Eridan began rubbing it in circles with a firm pressure.
You moaned at the sensation, bucking your hips into him.
You wished he would touch you even harder.
Eridan's bulge was fighting to escape from his pants.
It didn't seem fair that he was still fully clothed.
You watched him through dark lashes as he pulled away, stripping his clothes off and tossing them to the floor with little care.
He kicked his pants off with a desperation that was almost humiliating, but he didn't care.
The only thing he cared about was fucking you.
His bulge was cold and slick against your inner thigh.
Eridan planted his hands on either side of your torso.
The blush tinting his cheeks caused your stomach to flutter as you stared up at him.
He buried his head in your neck, inhaling your scent.
He began easing his bulge inside of you.
The temperature was always surprising at first, but your cunt still sucked him in nonetheless.
It didn't take any time to adjust to one another.
You both needed this.
His thrusts were rough and punishing, slamming his bulge into you with reckless abandon.
Your moans and his growling mixed with the sound of his rough skin slapping against your softer flesh.
His bulge pressed against your sweet spot with every thrust and his hand had come to play with your clit again.
He was in complete control of your pleasure.
His bulge squirmed inside you, touching your walls in ways you didn't even know were possible before you met him.
Eridan was whining into your neck. You knew he was close from the way his free hand clawed at your skin, trying to ground himself.
Your pussy clenched around him as his material spilled deep inside.
Eridan continued frantically fucking into you, riding out his orgasm and trying to get you there, too.
His need for you was a different animal entirely. It was one of the sexiest things about him.
You'd never felt more wanted by anybody in your life.
The thought of that coupled with his dutiful fingers and quickening thrusts sent you over the edge, clenching down on his bulge and milking the rest of his genetic material from him.
Eridan collapsed on top of you, heaving.
You felt your heart beating in your entire body, overheated as you lay benath him.
His bulge was still inside you, but you felt it retreating back into its sheath.
Love your work! Would you mind writing fluff headcanons of Karkat, kankri,and Sollux with a troll matesprit s/o who is obsessed with having stuffed animals and they indulge in their love for it like buying them more stuffed animals or them getting jealous and claiming to their matesprit that they spend more time cuddling with the stuffed animals than them? Please and thank you
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Sollux Captor, Kankri Vantas, and Karkat Vantas x GN!Troll Reader
CW: SFW, none
Sollux
At first, Sollux didn't really care about your penchant for stuffed animals.
It didn't bother him much that they practically consumed your whole respiteblock.
You respected his interests and he respected yours.
He didn't think about them all that much unless he was fighting them for space on the loungeplank.
Or if you were choosing to nap with one of your stuffed toys instead of him.
What? Him? Jealous? Of a stuffed animal? No, never.
Sollux Captor was NOT jealous.
Nor did he want to be touched.
He just found it slightly annoying that your collection was consuming his life.
He definitely didn't want to cuddle you.
He just wished he had a little more space is all.
And a little more of your attention.
Okay, maybe he was feeling slightly neglected.
It was pathetic, he knew it.
And it was probably his own fault in the first place.
Always wanting to be loved at a distance.
He couldn't explain why he had phases where the only thing he wanted to do was hold you close when at other times he couldn't even stand the feeling of the shirt on his back.
You were special to him, though.
He just wanted to see you happy.
So what if it made him feel good when you hugged him as thanks for your new stuffed toy.
Kankri
Kankri couldn't help but educate you on the sheer overconsumption of your hobby.
The effect of producing such objects surely wasn't positively impacting the planet.
If people keep making aimless purchases, who knows what the state of things will be like in 10 sweeps?
Not to mention the careless discard of them once something shiny and new came on the market.
Still, he could admit that they were pretty cute.
And he recognized your attachment to them.
It didn't matter how many you had, they all had their own names and personalities which you never seemed to forget.
He made a dedicated effort to remember, too.
They were important to you and clearly he hadn't considered that aspect.
These little toys were like collegues at least and dear friends at most.
He wanted to be in good standing with your friends, animate or not.
Anything important to you was worth understanding to him.
He'd made his point, but these little guys were already living in your hive.
What else was there to do besides embrace them?
You tried not to laugh, watching him correct himself and apologize to one of your animals.
Engaging them in the same conversations he would get into with anybody else
Even if he was just doing all that to humor you, it meant a lot.
Although, you sometimes swore you could hear him having an imaginary conversation when you were in the other room.
Karkat
Karkat really didn't understand your choice of collection.
He just didn't see the point in it.
He did, however, understand your enthusiam.
He got the same way about romcoms, if the situations were comparable.
He was someone who enjoyed things more than a normal amount, so who was he to judge?
Speaking of which, stuffed animals made excellent romantic gestures.
At least he didn't have to be confused about what sorts of gifts to give you even if he sometimes had trouble navigating the feelings aspect of your quadrant.
He was enthralled by every aspect of you anyways.
He knew what he was getting into when he first decided to embrace his crush.
He wouldn't change absolutely anything about you.
It didn't matter to him that every surface in your hive was occupied by a little critter.
He just wanted to make you happy.
Maybe it wasn't the best idea to feed into your addiction, but you just got so excited when he presented you with flowers held by a stuffed animal.
He couldn't resist buying one whenever he ran into them in public.
If he saw something he knew you would like, he wanted to get it for you.
Or else he would spend the rest of the week thinking about how he should've gotten it.
He didn't even recognize himself anymore.
When had he become such a softie?
Karkat had waited his whole life for romance to work out for him.
Why wouldn't he want to be the best partner he could be?
He didn't spend all that time studying quadrants for nothing.
Besides, being able to do things for you made him happy, too.
AAAHFHAFQAFSGAS i was gathering my courage like almost a week to write something for you.,.,. just so you know im IN LOVE with ur works!!!! i need more homestuck x reader writers ggqhfhghqgqj
i would like to request jake english x fem!reader relationship hcs,.,. sfw and nsfw.,.,,, okay thank uou im running away
eee im so happy u like my stuff !!!! i hope that this is what u were looking for š¤„ ik that fem isnt synonymous w afab but there wasnāt a specification so i wrote it as afab. if you wanted something different lmk and i can do another one :p
Jake English x AFAB!Reader
SFW and NSFW HCs
CW: NSFW, sex, cunnilingus, face sitting, fingering, 69ing, sex toys
SFW HCs
Most of Jake's date ideas are centered around his own interests.
It can make him seem more than clueless at times, which he is.
But he's just trying to relate to you in the only ways he knows how.
It's not exactly like there were a lot of people to hang out with on the island.
He also enjoys his personal time, so it might be a bit of a learning curve for him trying to navigate a relationship at first.
Finding new activities to do together definitely helps him and allows him to get in the mindset of being together rather than paying more attention to the actual activity.
It also helps him feel closer to you when you both get to build your relationship intentionally.
He does also like learning about the things you like to do, though he wouldn't want to be included unless you invited him.
Being able to retain your own identities is really important to him.
He wouldn't be able to stand being one of those couples who are super dependent on each other.
That isn't to say he wouldn't like to share his hobbies with you.
He would love to bring you on an adventure or show you his favorite movies.
He just doesn't want to make everything about him all the time.
Jake lovesssssss words of affirmation.
He's spent a lot of time getting down on himself and he knows he hasn't always been the most present individual.
You telling him that you love him and that he's important to you absolutely makes him melt.
He always feels more confident after you give him a compliment.
He'll be holding onto it for several days.
Naturally, there's no shortage of compliments and kisses coming your way either.
NSFW HCs
Jake can be a pretty self-centered guy, and he's become aware of it through various fumbles in his friendships.
He's self-concious of being a bad partner because of it, so he overcompensates by spending a lot of time making you feel good.
He wants things to last as long as possible for you when he knows he'll probably get caught up in the moment when it comes down to it.
He never wants to skip foreplay.
Getting you aroused and making you cum before his clothes even come off gives him peace of mind that he's doing a good job.
Jake also wants to make sure you get exactly what you need.
While he always enjoys sucking your clit and stuffing you with his fingers, he generally prefers for you to grab his hair and shove him into your pussy so you can move against his face however you want.
He also loves when you ride or sit on his face.
And he would never decline if you wanted to suck his dick at the same time.
Jake can't make himself last for very long, though.
He gets very caught up in the excitement of the moment, plus you look so pretty and he loves you so much.
How can he be asked to last longer than a few minutes?
He used to get a little embarrassed about it, but it doesn't bother him much after the first couple of times.
He's probably came just from using his mouth on you on a few occasions.
If you still need it, he's more than happy to fuck you with a toy or keep eating you out.
Hello twin!! (ā ā§ā ā½ā ā¦ā ) I saw your requests are open again and I've also seen you repost a lot Zahhak stuff hehehehe so could I possibly request Equius x fem!Reader? Perhaps she's a bit hyper fem and kinda ditzy and just loves to cling to Equius and be all up in his bizz? Both SFW and NSFW perhaps? Go nuts with the nsfw lolol TYSM ILY (ā ćļ¾ā 3ļ¾ā ćā )
ive had this done for awhile now so i dont remember if its any good or not lawl
Equius Zahhak x Fem!Reader
CW: NSFW, sex, thigh riding, bondage, free use (if you squint)
You insisting on being so ardently attached to his hip made Equius more nervous than you would probably believe.
Nothing had ever kept his temper or destructive habits in check quite like your mere presence.
Nobody ever really sought him out before. Except for Nepeta, of course.
He wasnāt used to all the attention, either.
All the questions.
He was happy to provide answers to them all while sweat dripped down his body uncontrollably.
He was used to that by now, but he didnāt think his hive was a very safe place for you to be.
He didnāt think his company in general was much better.
Equius could barely focus on anything he was doing with you hovering.
He never fumbled with machinery unless you were around.
He just couldnāt focus on the task at hand when you were right there in the path of flying sparks, sharp objects, and the like.
You were completely oblivious to not only the danger but also to his immense worry.
You just seemed happy to be next to him.
Happy to see what he was working on even if you struggled to understand the complexities of his occupations.
He found it so cute how you could ask him the same sorts of questions with the same level of enthusiasm every time.
With a human, Equius always feels a little on edge.
Heās aware that his strength even crushes that of most trolls.
So with you, heās so scared to hurt you.
Of course heās tried his best to be more gentle over the years.
It definitely got easier as he grew up a bit.
Stopped letting his emotions lead him so much.
But he still wonāt ever be comfortable doing anything too hands-on.
It eats him alive knowing that he might not be able to fulfill all your needs.
He doesnāt want you to feel neglected especially since he cares so deeply for you.
Itās become a bad habit how much heās put his own needs on the back burner in favor of fussing over you.
It doesnāt matter how hard his bulge is fighting to get out of his pants, he doesnāt often let things escalate beyond touching each other like horny virgins.
Equius could get lost in you.
Your laugh and your kisses. Your gasping and moaning.
He wants you to feel good.
He wants you to feel good with him.
Itās obvious that he enjoys himself more when you take the reins.
Plus, itās super hot to watch you get yourself off on him.
Equius is quite proud of his STRONG physique.
Watching you ride his toned thigh alone could make him cum.
Encouraging you to ride his bulge ātil your heartās content drives him crazy.
Being used like he was created for your pleasure is like pure euphoria.
If you choose to indulge him a bit, then heās practically crying and begging for you to do what you want with him.
He gets pathetic real fast.
Being tied up and at your mercy is one of his biggest fantasies.
Giving up his own choice to an airheaded human like you makes him wet.
Following all your orders and being a good little play-thing for you is his lifeās purpose in those moments.
I feel the brainrot consuming me. Itās spreading across my brain again like a DISEASE!!!!!!!! Giggles
Now hear me out again, GN troll reader who knows how to wash their hair and their skin, but was never taught how to tell when something is going awry (for example they get like maybe clogged pores anywhere but their face or really bad psoriasis) and they donāt know what it is or how to deal with it. After some time it causes some sorta distress and/or pain so they go to Kanaya and/Or Karkat for help
(Iāve been awake not long enough to be coherent please lmk if I was unclear šš)
- šŖ
kanaya is saur perfect for this and i am also in love w her. this could b platonic or romantic i suppose
Kanaya Maryam x GN!Troll Reader
"The Tenderest of Care"
CW: SFW, none
Word Count: 612
You always tried to do your best. That was all you could do. There was nobody to teach you how to do any better, so you always just tried to do your best. Most days were the same. You knew you were supposed to wash your face and brush your fangs. Washing your hair and the rest of your body was intuitive of course. You thought that you managed as well as anybody could on this planet.
The odd pimple or blemish never seemed to be a cause for concern. It wasn't like there was anything to do about that. Besides, looks weren't exactly at the forefront of your mind. The main thing you couldn't seem to take care of was the inflamed, scaly skin that formed in patches on your body. No matter what you tried, you could never get it to go away. Whenever it subsided, it was more of a lucky happenstance unrelated to your efforts. You wouldn't really have minded its presence either except for the fact that it hurt.
You didn't know why, but you were a little embarrassed to be coming to Kanaya with your problem. Her careful concern as she examined a flare up on your back caused your face to color the same shade as your blood. Were you dirty for being like this? Was something wrong with you? Would Kanaya think you were weird?
"It Seems As If The Skin Were Inflammed, Though I Cannot Say Definitively." She pulled your shirt down, smoothing out the wrinkles with a tender hand. You followed her with your eyes as she rose from the loungeplank and moved gracefully on light footsteps to her ablutionblock. You shifted back and forth as you listened to her shuffle around in there. You felt incapable of making yourself comfortable in any respect. You just felt raw and exposed.
Kanaya had only been gone for a couple of minutes before she returned, bearing a bounty of products in her arms. She sprawled them out in the lap of her skirt and picked one up, holding it to you.
"This Should Help Soothe The Irritation," she said. You opened the lid of the tube which contained a jelly-like substance. It was clear, coating your fingers in a cool and thick layer. "Would You Like Me To Assist You In The Application?" You nodded, wordlessly handing her the ointment.
The gel on her fingertips was cold as it made contact with your skin. The cooling effect did feel nice on the affected skin. It helped you to forget the hurt it normally caused.
"Thank you, Kanaya," you said. The fabric of your shirt stuck to the spot she had just administered to. It was an odd feeling, but you didn't mind much.
"Of Course. I Am Glad That You Thought To Come To Me." Her voice was warm and comforting. You didn't know what you had been scared of. You always knew you could trust her. That's why she was the first one you thought of.
"Exposure To Sunlight May Also Help Your Ailment," she said after a pause. "Because The Rays Slow Reproduction Of Skin Cells."
You'd never been out in the daytime before. You didn't have any reason for it. Nobody was out then. She was the only one you knew who actually enjoyed being assaulted by the obscenely bright celestial body.
"Um," you hesitated. "Could you maybe come with me to try that sometime?"
"Yes, If It Would Make You More Comfortable. It Would Be My Pleasure To Enlighten You On My Favorite Daytime Hobbies If You're Willing. Maybe You Will Develop The Taste For It Yourself After Some Time."
Hey! I remember in one of the nsfw headcanons you wrote for Karkat that he likes doing 69ing with his s/o. I was wondering if you could please write a mini fic of him and his troll s/o doing the deed? They are in a red quadrant. Thank you
struggled so bad w tjis i already know that it sucks š¤„
Karkat wasn't exactly one to be touchy-feely. If you had to describe his emotional state, constipated was a closer match. It wasn't abnormal for him to take on the burdens of his friends and even occasionally of yourself rather than confront his own problems. That was why you tried to pay extra attention to him. Sometimes you felt like your relationship was on the edge of being pale, but it didn't really matter. You liked him and he liked you and it didn't matter if you were pale or flushed.
It seemed like he needed a little consolation of that variety now. You noticed that he was more irritable than usual, if that was even possible. It was unlike him to snap at someone coming to him for counsel and he'd been holed up in his respiteblock for the whole night. You had barely seen or heard from him except for a few odd exchanges. It fell to you to make sure he was doing okay. You didn't want to have it any other way, though.
You rapped on the door, solid as it struck your knuckles. There was no immediate reply. You shifted awkwardly. This whole place gave you the creeps. Even on a new planet, the feeling of being hunted never abated. You could thank your gracious alternian upbringing for that. You didn't know if you would ever manage to take the edge off. Not even on a beautiful, sunny planet. You pounded on the door again. Your impatience came through in the urgency of your knocking.
"Come on, Karkat, it's just me!" you shouted at the door. A shifting was heard from inside the hive along with grumpy grumbles. The sight of your matesprit at the entryway instead of the apathetic and oppressive door was always a comfort.
"YOU KNOW YOU CAN JUST COME IN," he stated plainly. It was true. You stayed over more days than not and you certainly had your own key.
"I don't want to invade your space," you laughed.
The both of you settled on the loungeplank. Karkat set his sights on finding a romcom to put on practically as soon as he sat down. He'd barely touched the upholstery before he was up again, shuffling through a pile of DVD's.
"DID YOU WATCH THIS ONE YET LIKE I TOLD YOU TO?" He waved one of them in the air for you to examine. You weren't interested in the movie, though. Instead, your gaze rested on his face which was twisted up in a tight expression.
"You know I didn't come to watch movies," you stated. He blinked at you, his bulbs gandering at yours in a stalemate. "Are you okay? You seem a little uptight recently, KK."
"I'M FINE. THIS IS HOW I TREAT THOSE NOOKSNIFFERS ALL THE TIME ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY ACT LIKE LIVING AGGRAVATION SPONGES COME TO LIFE WITH THE SET GOAL OF MELTING MY PAN BY THE SHEER FORCE OF STUPID QUESTIONS."
"Come on, I know that isn't the problem. I know you."
He clamored back onto the plank next to you, forgetting completely about any movie. He seemed rather tense. You raised a hand to his hair in an attempt to offer a shoosh or a pap to your distressed partner. He turned to you with a look that caused your blood pusher to seize in its cavity.
You barely had time to process before his lips were crashing into yours, bruising you from the sheer force. You felt him tug at your hair. It seemed like his hands were suggesting their desire to play with your horns. You groaned into his mouth and kissed him back.
"If you were just feeling pent up, you could've said so." You snickered at his bright red face when you pulled away. You could never pass up the opportunity to tease himat least a little bit.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP."
Karkat growled into your mouth. His fangs gnashed at your lips, kissing you ravenously. Your teeth clashed against his. You were drawn in by his familiar scent which thinly veiled his own lust. He seemed magnetic to you. There was something primal in the way you tore his clothes off, exploring his overheated body claws first. You were all too happy to aid him in the discard of your own shirt.
Karkat fixed you in his grip. He groped you in a similar fashion. His desperation was several times greater than your own. He couldn't stop himself from pressing you down into the cushions and forcing his tongue even deeper down your throat. You both gasped for air, a trail of spit connecting your wet mouths when he pulled away.
His hair fell into his face from his position above you. You reached up to pin a strand of it behind his ear, allowing yourself to curl the coarse lock between your fingers.
"Can I taste you?" you asked. It was more difficult than you would've liked to admit, to keep the request from transforming into a plea. A strangled grunt slipped from his throat.
He shuffled over you as best as he could, bringing you face to face with his dripping nook. The distance was teasing. He didn't seem like he was going to sit down and allow you to lap at the nectar. Insteead, you felt him fumbling with your lower half. You raised your hips in an attempt to help him get your pants down. The air was cool on your bulge which seemingly did nothing to stop it from thrashing wildly in its search for Karkat.
His warm tongue made contact with your squirming appendage. His gentle suckling at the tip sent a shiver through your entire body. You grabbed his hips, prompting him to allow you treat him in the same way.
You moaned into his nook. The taste of him and the feeling of his mouth around you was nothing short of sublime. His weight on top of your face allowed for your tongue to reach deep into his core. The vibrations of his own grunting and moaning were sent through your entire bulge, causing your hips to buck into his throat. He began fucking himself on your tongue, falling in pace with your gentle thrusting.
Candy-red slick mixing with saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth. You held him firmly against you, encouraging him to move in all the ways that permitted your tongue to reach all of his soft spots. Karkat began rolling his hips more aggressively. His attentions to your bulge became increasingly sloppy as he lost himself in the pleasure. His wet nook was the only thing you could think about, numbing your think pan on the task of making him feel good. You hardly noticed that your own sex was being slightly neglected by now. Nor did you care. The crack in his voice and the taste of his material as he came all over you was enough to get you to your climax, too. You were pratically drowning in the fluid, unable to lick up the majority but still savoring every drop that crashed onto your tongue.
The loungeplank was surely stained with both of your material. In the clarity after your orgasm, you wished you wouldv'e cared about grabbing the bucket.
