You and Ashveil are about to have sex but you catch him staring at your pussy. You tilt your head in confusion before he grabs both your thighs, spreading your legs apart. Before you protest you feel his hot tongue against your folds. “Ashveil!” you whine as he shoves his tongue in your pussy. You whimper as you squirm under his touch. You try to close your legs but he just grips them harder. Your grip on his hair tightens and he groans against your pussy. After a while he finally pulls back looking up at you. “what was that for?” you pout. “sorry baby i just couldn’t help myself.” He kisses your forehead as he slides his hard cock into you…..
so this definitely didn’t happen with my bf which gave me the idea to do it with ashveil…..
When Phainon can't have your pussy he chose your tits instead.
No matter the size he'd be so eager to put your soft breasts on his mouth, sucking in as if milk will came out of them and his ready to drink it all in one gulp before biting hard at your nipples.
He licks everywhere from the areolas to the space between your breasts, all while his hands can't let go of them.
Brat taming Wonweek cause that man is so rude he needs to be tugged by his head wings and be slapped in the face till he learns how to beg for forgiveness.
"stay," he all but growls, gripping onto your hips hard enough to leave marks. you squeak, brushing the tip of his nose against where you're most sensitive.
hot breath tickles your wetness, earning himself another muffled sound of protest and a futile struggle.
"i don't want to- you can't breathe!" you protest, as blade lowers your pussy towards his waiting lips.
"you don’t want to? you're so wet though." he spreads your glistening folds with both thumbs and you huff out a shaky breath. “don’t- don’t tease me,” you chatise him weakly.
blade doesn’t reply, but you feel his lips curve into a rare half-smile.
with no gentleness at all, he licks up your slit, and giving you no time to adjust, sucks at your clit roughly. you wail as sparks shoot up your spine, scoring marks down his legs. blade keeps his tongue on your clit, and you can feel his nose nudging against your weeping hole, smearing your slick everywhere.
"is it good?" he mumbles into your flesh, the vibrations sending another fresh wave of arousal spilling out over his face. "you taste so good..."
“yes, blade, it’s good, you’re so good,” you cry, your back arching and your head thrown back, rocking yourself back and forth on whatever you can catch.
blade slips his tongue into your hole, forcing you down by your hips and using a free hand to rub fast circles into your throbbing nub. he laps at you like a starving man, growling each time you jerk away from him, fucking you so fast with the wet muscle that you can barely keep yourself upright.
"ah, blade, not there, please-" you can feel blade's nails digging crescent moons into your ass, keeping you in place as you writhe in pleasure.
"cum for me," he mumbles, the first time you'd ever heard him breathless, and you obey.
baby, would Blade eat you sloppy or try to act composed but fail miserably? ‹3
BLADIE?? MMMSMSMDNF MILA.... Sniff... You chose violence this time >_<
•Minors dni
Ok so what if Blade can't even try to play it cool? I mean, he wants to, he wants to appear restrained and anything but dog-like and needy and wrecked and pathetic as he pushes your panties aside, maybe even tugs at them with his teeth. It lasts about a minute though, the attempt or the teasing kisses to your pretty lips and tongue brushes and the way he swipes his crooked nose all up your slit until it's nestled right against your throbbing clit so he can allow himself to inhale deep and lose all semblance of control.
They are not fair, the expectations (he puts on himself), your scent and the salty taste of your essence dripping down his lips, his chin, all over his face, or how you involuntarily wiggle against him to try and get more of him, it all breaks him and he would absolutely blame, give you hell for it, if his mind or his mouth were his own, that is. They aren't, they are for you and the need he has for you and your precious cunt.
So I'd say he's sloppy, so so so messy; lewd slurps when he suckles your clit between his lips and his hands keep you tight to his face so that he can feel himself suffocating, heavy panting against your flesh, his flustered face when he lifts his gaze to meet yours, angled to fit your cunt better. The only pretence of measure he can aim to have is whenever he pulls back only ever to spit on your needy clit and then go back to licking it all back up.
please write more about sundays hands im BEGGING YOU PLEWSEEE
the biggest thing about sunday's hands is that he knows you're attracted to them, but half the things he does isn't even deliberate. you could be out with crew members, and he'll motion for you to join him at his side with a little come hither gesture (hotter if he uses only two fingers instead of his whole hand but I DIGRESS)
watching him take his rings and gloves off at the end of the day is practically foreplay. he takes such good care of his jewlery and has a designated little spot for it all.
he adores the way you melt every. single. time. when he cups your chin. two fingers curled underneath and a thumb positioned right underneath your bottom lip, so he could run the pad of his thumb along your lip if he really wanted to tease or just adore how you look in the moment. (don't pout at him bc that's what he'll do if you choose to do so)
being bratty hardly works because he will deliberately flex his hand-- stretching out fingers before curling them into a fist to rest his chin onto. and he'll just stare. the knowing little smirk. the eyes that subtly look you up and down
omg have you see the new clip of sunday where his eyes are covered with his wings and thorns around his body? PLEASE PLEASE I NEED A FIC OF THIS where we overstimulate him, thank you !
overstimming sub! sunday whose wrists are bound together || m's note: you got it twin
warn. cough cough wing play cough, nsfw & 18+ content ahead, overstimulation kink, afab anatomy used on reader, riding, mommy is a term used ............................
"whh- p—please! [n-name] i c... can't handle anymore-" his hands were bound by thorns around his wrists, it had been hours since you two last actually left your shared bedroom,
well, sunday swore he doesn't come undone so easily, it sounded like a challenge; so how come he was already in pure bliss of what was supposed to be a punishment?
"mngh, fuck—p- please, i'm sorry..." you could spot the tears that welled up in his eyes, instinctively on every time you bounced down all the way down onto the base of his cock. "hnngh, shit wait! s-stop, i'm.... whaaa—close again!"
his eyes fluster shut with his wings covering his eyes to replace what his hands could've done for himself. oh the justice your hips did, your hand felt amazing, but not as warm as your walls were around his length.
you could see how his fists were clammed shut as they were raised above his head, but as soon as your arms decide to place themselves around his neck, quietly tugging at his silverlocks, effectively make him reach his own peak again.
his face fell flushed once more when he let out a choked moan of your name, or whatever he could muster up. lifting your hips up, and off of his dick for a moment to see how all of his length was completely covered in the mix of your slick and his load, shining obscenely before the both of you.
the tip was flushed an angry pink fading to red, his slit alread yweeping another small yet steady stream of precum all ready for you. your cold finger start to envelop his length once more, your free hand reaches out to rub against a wing that covered his eye. "mmmf... please m- mommy, i jus' came..." trying to flap your hand away, you simply slide yourself to his side, placing your head in the crook of his neck, smiling sweetly,
your palm slowly starts to stroke his shaft again, making him squirm on the spot. his voice cracks, "nnhh- holy... i c- can't, i really can't—please, there's nothing left...!"
you get up from your spot to sit up properly, hand still on his cock but your free hand moved to stroke his wing in unison. "gghhn- t'much! please-" — "then use the word, baby, i don't wanna force you."
