#mouth partialism

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More sketches about subjecting Noelle to [splurt SFX].

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anonymous asked: Rosemary but Rose isn't prepared for the minutes-long gallon-of-cum orgasm that comes with blowing her gf

Open legs, pert ass pressed to wrinkled sheets, her hands stroking both with something in cahoots with glee. Underneath and over, Rose's hands on a soft belly, worshipping Kanaya's subtle paunch, and the crooks of her arms are weighed by pliant thighs. Jade flesh undulates before her, barely three inches, desperate to twine with Rose's tongue as it teases the slick creases around a plump sheathe.

Adorable.

Chattering Alternian gives way to soft moans, perfectly pitched voice going reedy with want. "Rose... Oh, please..." Kanaya beseeches her lover, reaching. Long fingers tangle in blonde hair, brush against flushed ears. When heat envelopes the tip of her bulge, her eyes slipped fully closed. Something like bliss, undercut with starvation.

Eagerness doesn't even begin to describe what bubbles up in Rose, driving an urge to fit the whole of Kanaya's bulge into her mouth. There it stretches, seeking her throat, curling just over the back of her tongue. Shuddering with sensations, she presses close until the first dribbles of pure salty-sweet— not errant lubricant seeping from the shaft— can't be tasted.

"Close— Ohh, Rose, I'm so—" is her only warning. Beautiful legs cross behind her head, interlock to keep Rose snugly in place when the first pulse comes. Amusement scrunches her expression, throat contracting with each timed swallow, delighted to help her beloved through an orgasm.

Except it—

keeps coming?

Flex after flex after flex of the pretty tendril; she's lost the rhythm. Cheeks bulge slightly between desperate attempts to suck air down, gulps of slurry. Startled, every breath huffed the moment tight lungs can spare the oxygen. Obliviously, Kanaya humps down against her face intermittently. Clearly ecstatic and thrashing with arousal and—

Rose can hardly argue with the puddle of slick between her own thighs, lips breaking their seal around alien cock in an unconscious grin.

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anonymous asked: dirkjake roadhead? ilysm

It's a little— distracting. Actually, that's putting it mildly and he's actually a little surprised they’re still intact. Allowing Dirk's honey-amber convincing— rich words and even richer eyes —got the better of his better judgement! But it's already quite difficult to keep his cock out the man's mouth, without being asked for it, and—

When his beloved gives him those yearning glances with his lips parted just so... with long fingers hooked through Jake's beltloops...

He could say no. And he often does! When something pings his radar outside the comfort they strive to preserve, it's an immediate halt to all things arousing. Aside from Dirk himself, whose desirable aura permeates his person no matter what. But... well, he's admittedly curious! Sue him! The element of danger is a sweet siren call to an adventurer of Jake English's grit!

As is the idea that Dirk is so desperate for his cum that he'd be willing to risk life and limb for it.

So, can he really be blamed for participating in this? Going hazy at the edges, grip tight around the steering wheel and foot kept steady out of sheer forceful willpower on a long stretch of Texas freeway, unable to look down—

Because he will absolutely overturn the both of them into a ditch, were he able to see the deed be done.

And anyway, the expression of divine worship Dirk Strider makes when a cock is threading itself down his throat has long since seared into his mind's eye. Horrifically arousing, just to envision, just to think about. Maybe he shouldn't be doing that while desperately focused on the road.

The warm, slick sounds of his lover choking are temptation incarnate. All the way down to the hilt— struggling for air when he does come up, which is very rare. Swaying hips, rolling against nothing in search of friction. All too obvious in Jake's peripheral. All while strewn across the center console.

Fuck. He needs to pull over now. Can't risk blowing his seed over the blond's face without being able to see how it knocks Dirk absolutely senseless.

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Every second that I am allowed to think about Bro Strider milking Rose's cock into his wide open mouth is torturous, but I'm sure you appreciate it.

Just consider the image of her. Shuddering in place, skirt pulled high, while he works. Expert tugs and pulls from calloused fingers, tongue hanging out flat. Inviting. Every little dribble of pre better than the one before. Her cock silky and soft, bathed in white-hot licks to savor the taste.

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anonymous asked: which hs chara most enjoys receiving facials

Dirk has a unique, sick desperation for facials. Couple his aggressive self-destructive behavior with the way he revels in sticky (read: dirty) situations, and you have all the evidence you need. He's enamored by the idea of having his face painted in cum. He's not the only person in Homestuck with a facial addiction but he's definitely the top contender.

The best part is that he'll beg for it. Even with a hand wound up in his hair, keeping his nose pressed to someone's pelvis, those big amber eyes are watering with want. Need. He could swallow, and he will if he's held down long enough, but he wants to feel it drip off his chin and nose and outstretched tongue.

Teasing him with the possibility, smearing a twitching cock against his cheek or slapping it down on his forehead? More than enough to drive him up the wall. No matter how good it feels to pump loads down his throat, he’s much more likely to stroke the nearest cock over his face if given the chance.

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anonymous asked: ok but how come sleeping beauty gets to have all the somno fun? you can't seriously tell me all those dwarfs built a see-through coffin for no reason

Tragedy. The only way to describe it. Horror, grief, and so much loss. Dwarves are an inherently magical race, but all the knowledge in the world can't break a spell so evil. A sleep akin to death. Forever young, but forever gone. It breaks their hearts.

But the girl, their Snow White, is just as beautiful as she was in life. There's no denying her now-immortalized perfection. With their minds put together, the grieving dwarves build a casket of glass. She is laid to rest on a short pedestal, her head so delicately propped on her very favorite pillow, and each of her loyal little men say a sweet word over her form.

That should have been all. Grief is a powerful emotion, dragging the dwarves to visit their Snow White well into the winter after her passing, to profess quiet wants and desires to perfect ears. All were aware of the others' coping methods. Out of respect, none brought attention to the sometimes missed streaks of release adorning her final resting place.

With Snow White locked away in a clear tomb, unable to tug at their cocks and their hearts, matters are handled in the only way they can be. There is a peace to be had, knowing that she will not grow old even as her plush lips brush over sensitive places in the warm afternoon sun.

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Dicksney snow white i am here for. Gimme your thots.

Seven men to do the chores, tidy the house, eat that pussy.

Say what you want to say about the schematics of a home made for stout mythical men, but a little roof adjusting for the sake of a pretty princess that gleefully helps with mundane tasks whenever her delicate sensibilities allow? Not an issue.

But being so sheltered comes with its own problems, and that eagerness extends to just about everything the poor girl missed out on, under the watchful eye of a dastardly mother. She takes to polishing poles easily, an oral fixation (that would later prove near-deadly) combined with being impishly happy at the welcome groan her seven new housemates make when she swallows one load after another.

They've been operating just fine prior to her arrival, handling things amongst themselves and divvying up chores or pleasure, but Snow's brought a breath of fresh air to it all. It's nice to come home to a clean house and not have to mind sweeping or bedsheet washing.

Just a clean home, polished windows, and their princess sprawled across three beds pushed together, dragging her fingertips over her slick cunt with bright rosy cheeks.

In other news, Snow White absolutely takes would-be-murderer / Hunter dick in the forest and he ruts her against a tree until she's begging him to take her home to bed.

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anonymous asked: Can we get a follow up to Jade/June?

She’s seen it before. Obviously. She’s probably more familiar with Jade’s dick than her own, though not for lack of exposure. Stifling a laugh about the double entendre is hard but she has a harder task at hand. (Oh fuck, now it’s worse!)

June sucks in a breath to calm her nerves, rolling from her front  to one hip, getting sensitive organs out from under her soft stomach. All the while, she gently strokes over the rigid length peeking from pawprint panties. Wide green eyes scrunch down at her flushed face, Jade’s own cheeks pink with endless dimples.

“Gosh, June! If I knew you’d be so nice on my birthday, I would have gotten you something too.”

“I haven’t even gotten to the best part!”

“Huh? Are you— Oh.”

Thump thump thump goes the fluffy tail Jade earned in her Tiering, making the mattress springs ring slightly. The Witch’s chin tips up, mouth falling open. A sweet sound starts in her throat, as June tongues over the flush and leaking head of her cock. Lips seal just under the crown, cheeks hollowing for a nursing suck, until June pops! free.

“Happy Birthday, Jade! Wanna see how far down I can take it?” The Heir laughs when her partner starts nodding hard enough to make her canid ears flap, then moans when the dick standing firm in her loose grasp twitches obscenely.