Mili @miiiiuv - Tumblr Blog

☆ About Me ☆

African American!

I mainly write on the weekends, but I also do it through the weekdays. Updates, however, will not always be frequent due to school and work.

I mostly write for LADS, stardew valley, and occasionally obey me.

Requests are always open, feel free to ask but be mindful of the rules below 👇🏾

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DISCLAMER: There will be dark topics such as dub/non-con, drugs, etc. If this is not for you, feel free to BLOCK.

I do write smut and fluff.

I will not write anything with scat, piss, or body fluids (No shame just not for m)

You must be 18+ to interact with this blog.

My blog is honestly just for me to have fun and interact with others, and toxicity will be blocked.

miiiiuv

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He yearned for you for so long. Your voice, your smell, your touch, the feeling of your skin on his. The way you look- just everything about you had him going mad.

It's been a while since he's last seen you. You're different. You've grown, he sees that you've changed your style a bit too. But he wonders what else has changed? Are you still ticklish behind your ear? Do you still shiver when he traces a finger behind your neck?

All these questions are... well, questionable. But as your friend, he has the right to wonder, doesn't he?

He does. He concludes. As he looks at your sleeping form, exhausted from a day out. Your chest, your very soft, supple looking chest, raises slowly and falls with each breath. The moon light highlights your features just right. This is what he missed. Being able to see you like this: you're beautiful, you're HIS.

He traces your thigh slowly, shivering at the touch. Soft as always. He pulls his hand away and starts leaving kisses all the way down to your ankle. Yes, HIS. His friend. His BEST friend. His lover. His s o u l m a t e. It's only right he worships you the way you deserve.

He spreads your legs open, looking at the sight. White panties. Innocence. He stares for a moment before pressing his face against your clothed pussy. He hums, it brings him a sick and twisted comfort.

It's almost silly. He kisses her, traces his finger around her, he even praises her, as if she were you. He could stay here forever.

Gentley, slowly, he pulls your panties off, slightly shaking once he sees her completely naked. Oh, how he's missed this. How he needed this. Needed YOU.

He doesn't hesitate. Why would he? He takes a long slow lick against your cunt, savoring the taste. Again. One more time. Fuck it, he can't hold back anymore.

He wanted to so badly savor you, but he couldn't. He's head first, mouth wide open, absolutely sloppy. He's a starved, broken, and bruised man, and you just so happen to be the cure. Is he being too loud? Definitely. But it's not like you'll complain, you can't. Not when you're so knocked out from such a fun day. He knew you were lying about not being tired. Of course you were. And not because of that soda he gave you.

He's a terrible person, a terrible friend, but he has to do this, he has too. It's his light in a room of darkness, his saving grace. He apologizes while sucking on your clit. He moves two of his fingers inside of you, moaning at the feeling of your warmth. He's sick.

You're twitching. Are you awake? No? Oh. You're close. So close. Now he's twitching, too. He's gonna taste your cum, feel you get off on his tongue. Now he's frantic, he's practically making out with your pussy now. Singing praises to her, thanking her. Thaking you. He's such a mess, saliva, and your juices everywhere. You would probably tease him for it. It's only fair since he's always called you 'pipsqueak'.

Finally, oh God finally, you cum. He moans loudly as if he were the one in your position. So good, soo good you tasted. He's so sad once you've finished, he wants more he needs more.

He stands up, his face wet, his eyes are yearning. He's pathetic, a creep, a terrible person and friend, yet he has no regrets at all. Why should he when he's just showing you gratitude as your friend?

His cock is yearning to get a taste, to be freed. He unzips his jeans and drops his boxers. What would you say at the sight of it? Would you praise him, or would you degrade him on how pathetic he looks?

He pulls you closer by your hips, your face is flushed, yet he hears your small snores. He should stop, but he won't. He presses his tip against your hole, shivering at the sensation.

Be slowly pushes in, his mouth hangs open as he feels his cock get submerged in your cunt. He loves it, he loves you, he loves you so much, you're so perfect, so good to him so-

He shakes and twitches as he cums inside of you. He's so pathetic. it's good you're asleep, or you would've been so disappointed. He's not even fully in, yet he couldn't hold it anymore. This is what you do to him.

He should pull out and clean you up, right? Wrong. He's sensitive, his dick still limp from his fresh orgasam, yet he doesn't stop. He can't stop. He won't stop. Has it always been so hot in this room? Oh, the noises that come from his mouth are filthy. He never knew he could make that pitch, but he always learns something new with you.

'I love you,' he chants. He thrusts harder as sticky wet plaps fill the room. He's gonna cum again, it hasn't even been a minute has it? You have this man ruined. Imagine how he would be if you were awake?

He cums deep inside of you again. He chants your name as if you were a goddess, and he was your devout follower. No, not if you are his goddess, and he'll serve you till the end of time.

He looks at you, at your pussy, your body, your face. His pipsqueak, his best friend. His lover. His goddess. He's helplessly devoted to you, and of course you are to him, even if you don't show it.

A/N: Me disappearing for over a year just to come back to almost 500 followers. If you're still here, HI! I'm back :>. Hope yall enjoyed this, and feel free to request!