#a drabble

[eyesforfuma]

Oh Fuma, the gentle dom to have you on your knees and tease you by slowly stroking his length as close to your mouth as possible, teasing your lips with his tip while his other hand is pulling you back by your hair so you don’t get to suck him off, not yet

never breaking eye contact, eyes full of lust and he just loves how you suck and lick your fingers for him while your other hand wonders through your body as you know you cant touch him or please yourself

"you are such a good girl, behaving so well for daddy" he says as he pulls your head back to have a better look at you, his cock now being dragged through your face, loving the sight of his precum covering your pretty lips

"stick your tongue out for me" and you waste no time, you want him inside of you in any way possible so you do as you are told, his hand gripping your hair tighter, his tip now teasing your tongue

his throbbing cock, his taste and him grunting at your warmth is all you needed to have you being a whiny little mess so you beg, beg him to fuck your mouth, so he does, he slowly starts fucking that pretty mouth of yours, so slowly its making you go insane

"open wide for daddy, pretty angel, i want you to take every single inch of me like the good girl you are" the way his hands are holding your head in place, making sure his cock stuffs your mouth even if you have a hard time breathing or your vision gets blurry as tears stream down your face

he is not the one to fuck you slowly but when it comes to your mouth he just likes to enjoy it as much as possible, until you swallow every single drop of him

[haaszard]

refreshing ao3 on the amangela tag every hour since yesterday and no updates... i feel like an addict

[captain-mj]

Vampire priest Soap who tries to hide his affliction from his parish and has to feed off Ghost, the only person in their small town that knows. Ghost had to convince him to let him help because he didn’t want Soap getting hungry and hurting anyone.

Soap keeps waiting for the threats. The blackmail. Anything. Instead he finds himself surprisingly well taken care. He feels guilty crawling back to his church at night. Feels disgusting. He’s using Ghost and he barely manages to thank him most nights.

Ghost never stops him when he gets too eager, never scolds him. The only time he ever pushed him away was the same night he blacked out.

Soap finds himself wanting more. At first he thinks his appetite has grown but no, he wants Ghost’s attention which is a lot scarier.

[bluesidez]

Gym Rat Miguel is over 91k words…….

[ncillary]

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...Welcome to The...

Love and Deepspace... space...

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Drabble Collection:

Affinity 10: First Meeting in Cafe

Affinity 15: Heartbeat in Her Presence

Affinity 20: Same transportation

What If(s): Mind-like companionship

Resemblance : LI and the element similar to them

How "Brother" Comes To Be

A Place To Cry On... or Someone

Lemurian Language -- Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3 --

Sylus Myth Collection

Badass Queen

Lads-verse x MCU-verse (Infinity Stone rambles)

Caleb : Netherlord (Auto Battle + No UI)

Hair colour

Cherishing You (Zayne JP VA)

Version Launch Poster Collection

Fanfiction Collection:

LaDS x Fruit Basket (FuruBa) ( U P D A T E D - Caleb #2)

[ X (Ch.2) | Z (Ch.2) | R (Ch.2) | S (Ch.3) | C (Ch.2) ]

# Side story: ( 1 ) | ( 2 )

Self Aware AU: Masterlist

Springfresh Day: Masterlist

Birthday Event : Sylus

Rafayel Anecdote : Knight of Beauty by raindusk

MV Collection:

Valko: We'll Meet Again

Valko: Simply using Metalization Evol

Happy Juneleb

I'd Have A Nickel Everytime It Happened

Mortality's Tenderness : Chibi LIs voices

Timelock Key Event - AV ASMR

• Sylus : Shadowed Past

• Zayne : Fates Entwined

1st Anniversary - That's the Way It Is

2nd Anniversary - My Forever

Caleb - Dark Horse

Speculation Collection:

Relocate MC when Linkon is dangerous for her

First Day as A Hunter

MC Connection with Aether Core(s)

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A/N: The list will be updated from time to time

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[valentina-valentina-valentina]

More strap more strap! More Mel wearing the strap. That is all.

Sure! Just a drabble today. A cute smutty sprinkle for day 6.

Words: 315

Mel worked, arms hooked under Val’s thighs, holding her wide and open for her. Every thrust drove deep, the sound of it is loud and wet in the low light of the setting sun. The bed creaked beneath them, sheets twisting in Val’s fists as she arched back, her mouth falling open in a broken gasp, face full of flushed ecstasy.

Mel’s body was trembling, slick with sweat, her muscles burning as she pushed through the ache, her own breathing coming in sharp. But it didn't really matter how tired she felt, how wetness rolled down her inner thighs from the sight under her, how the strap buried into Val and bottomed out, the toy providing snippets of delicious pleasure against her puffy sex. All she could see was Val, hair a dark tangle with that streak of purple catching the low light, flushed face, her chest rising fast. The sight hit something primal in Mel, pushing herself harder, faster, until Val’s moans turned into rough, uncontrolled cries.

The tension built, over and over in her throaty moans, her pitched gasps. Val’s legs tightened around her, her voice catching on a shuddering edge as it broke out of her in waves. “Yes… yes… yes.” Between them little puffs of- "ah... ah... ah..." each one shorter, needier as time swallowed them up.

Until finally, Val's legs pulled her in, sucking the strap deep, a long sigh as she moaned her name.

Mel felt the moment Val’s body gave in, the sudden shakes that ran through her legs, the way she arched and bucked beneath her, riding her orgasm, caught in the throes of pleasant release. It hit Mel like relief, her legs shook and there was this intense throbbing below where Val was bucking and rolling her hips into her, the pulse of it shaking through both their bodies until all she could do was hold on.

[mademoiselle-red]

The safest place in the world was Uncle Zhao’s chest, upon which I clung to for dear life.

The warmest place in the world was in Xiansheng’s arms, which held me gently as I pressed a little kiss to his cheek.

I wake from these dreams of childhood, alone, in the generous lordly estate granted to me, still hearing the phantom beating of Uncle Zhao’s heart in my ears and feeling the lingering softness of Xiansheng’s skin against my lips. I turn away from the morning light, to face in the direction of the land I can longer reach, and wonder how tall the grass above their graves have grown this year. In the shadows where the sun cannot touch, I stain my pillow with quiet tears.