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yes young queer tween, put hayloft by mother mother in your liked playlist

i think imagining your teacher fucking you raw is a a canon girlhood experience

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Some late night deltarot sketches

#these are actually redraws of my first deltarune sketches that were absolutely atrocious #gotta love how my first urge was Susie slobbering all over Kris’s head #canon event #deltarune #deltarune fanart #kris dreemurr #kris deltarune #susie deltarune #krusie #noelle deltarune #ralsei deltarune #fanart #tambs art

Your thighs tremble around his head, trembling not just from the relentless pressure of his tongue but from the sick, slow way he moans against you. Not just eating you, no, devouring, like he’s starving. Like he’d die a second time if he wasn’t buried between your legs.

"Shit, baby, look at you!" Remmick coos, pleased with himself. You groan, pushing him back down with a buck of your hips.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." You hiss. He offers a scoff with a smirk, cutting you off with a light slap to your thigh. He dives back in, slick and spit coating his chin and nose, his breath hot as he looks up through heavy-lidded, feral eyes. You see them glow in the dim lighting, and you can't help but tilt your head back with a groan.

"Pretty little baby," he murmurs, voice thick, "Know you like it messy." He clicks his tongue, fangs peaking out while he smiles against your thigh. "Mmm. You're all twitchy." That grin of his turns animal when you tug on his hair in retaliation.

He spits, slow and deliberate, on your clit, watching your hips twitch, then leans in and laps it up again, groaning against you. The heat of his breath, the rise and fall of his chest as he needily humps the mattress beneath you two.

The more you struggle from the overstimulation, the more those sharp claws of his dig into your thighs. He's holding you down, letting you listen to the wet, sloppy obscene sounds of him making out with your cunt.

When a particularly harsh buck of your hips and whimper sounds, you break the eye contact.

"Remmi-"

"Nuh-uh. Stay the fuck down," he growls into your core. "You’re not goin’ anywhere." His words are quick and clipped, like he's briefly scolding you.

And you do- violently. Sobbing, convulsing, fists pounding the sheets. But he doesn’t stop. Just licks harder. Rougher. Ruts his face like he’s trying to tongue-fuck your soul out of your body.

When you think he's finally done, he crawls up over you, jaw wet, lips swollen. "Keep your mouth open for a second, baby." He directs. His breath hits your lips, sticky with his drool and your juice. His hand slides up your throat, not choking, but holding you still. It could almost be considered polite, if not for the mess he's making.

You barely have time to gasp before he spits into your mouth, watching you with narrowed, adoring eyes. The slow drawl of liquid passing between his lips, unable to be held in anymore. It dribbles into your open mouth, down your chin, until you can taste yourself and him.

"There you go, swallow." He nods, eager. Claws coming up to poke at your cheek and smush the drool all around your face and lips. His cock is straining hard against your thigh.

When you think he's done putting on his little show, he lets out a soft relieved sigh, pleased, before nuzzling his face into yours. His own drool sticking your faces together, little flicks of his tongue pressing all over your face just to get a few more tastes and kisses in.

He lifts two fingers up to his mouth. Licks. Moans. Savors the delicacy, before going down to swipe them between your legs. "One more round, okay? We ain't done yet." He whispers, before sinking his face back down your body to where your sweet heat awaits him.