𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓪'𝓼 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮 Prompt 4: Carla makes her home in you, how long into being cuddled in the sheets before you two crack and admit you can't live without each other? (Read First Part Here)
Warnings: Carla's Christmas Writing Challenge: Prompt 4 : Snow, Spanking & Sadism / Mommy Kink / BDSM / Flirty and Squirty / Birthday Baby Give it up for Sagittarius's! / sadism and masochism / Intimacy / PTSD Reader about Christmas and Family*(Dead parents) / Anal Fingering / Spanking Kink ontop of Bruises/ Strap on Game / Dirty talk / Humiliation Kink/ Stern Mommy Carla / Smoking Cigarettes and Quitting / Orgasm Control / Cozy cuddling / Holiday Sad is Okay too / So close to Love Confessions / 🦌 Rudolph/ TrafficLight & Consent / Holiday Kink Scene / 5K Words / 18+
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You and Carla are wrapped in the blanket and sheet, your feet playing a game of footsie with no rules.
It’s dark outside, the whistle of the wind against your window is loud as it storms harder. You’re sleepover of holding each other and sharing secrets is the best thing that’s ever happened to you.
Carla and you raid the pantry as quietly as possible with dry cereal, an already opened liter of offbrand lemon lime soda, and a package of soft peppermints.
The food is forgotten on the side of the bed next to clothes and sex toys, because currently, you’re in the business of cuddling. Something you had no idea you were in terrible need of.
“Do you have any New Year's resolutions?” You whisper to Carla who’s currently tracing invisible patterns under your collarbone down around your nipple. Just enjoying getting to touch you as freely as she liked.
You’re laying on your back and Carla is mostly ontop of you, but she’s propped up on her elbow so she can watch your face.
“I’ve never believed in resolutions but - do more of this.” She sighs and you hum in agreement. Carla leans forward and kisses in between your chest where your heart beats along for her. “Also, to stop smoking.”
You smirk at that, thinking of how you had stopped smoking and are now doing it again.
“I’m jones’n for one right now.” You admit, and Carla wiggles her eyebrows.
The two of you move at the same time off the bed, Carla goes to her forgotten scrubs on the floor and you go to the window.
You try to push the snow off so it doesn’t all fall to your carpet, luckily, it doesn’t cover the whole window and Carla ties her hair up in a messy bun and comes back over to you. A cigarette between her lips and lighter in her palm. You shiver just a bit from the cool air gushing in from the window.
She takes her pointer finger and jabs you in the ribs.
“I’m a bad influence on you.” Her tone is trying to joke, but her eyes are tired.
“No, no, I’ve always been in the black coffee and nicotine crowd.” Sort of a truth, sort of stretch.
“Hmm, either way. If I’m going to have a much younger lover, I need to quit.” Carla says and thumbs the lighter once, twice, and the third time it blooms.
She lights it, and you hold your hand up to block the wind coming in.
You’re cold in your sweatpants and no shirt. Carla looks perfect in your sweater and nothing else.
The lit end of the cigarette creates a warm glow in the small space, mixed with the lame Christmas lights on the floor.
“Tell me your New Year's resolution,” Carla says, breathing out, and you take the nicotine from her fingers.
“What makes you think I have one?” You want to be cool, but she doesn’t buy it.
“Because you’re trying again. Trying again is a good thing; it means you want to be enrolled in your life again.” Carla’s not used to this brand of honesty, but it feels right.
You take a deep drag of the cigarette, pulling enough to make the cherry at the end dim as ash darkens the end.
Carla watches the motion, she’s always watching you, studying - understand you further than you’d like.
Snow along the bottom of the window melts, and the water rolls down the wall.
You look up at the ceiling and the words come out of your mouth too fast, too truthful.
“I guess you’re right. It’s a shift in perspective more than a set of goals. I mean It’s not so much go to the gym or start knitting. It’s simple but so out of reach. Like..Well, I’d like to believe that good things happen to me. Or that I deserve them. That I’m not so alone. That people might want my company. That I might-” You finally look back down, you regret saying it all. Carla has snubbed the cigarette early into the snow out the window. You don’t understand.
“You are so wanted.” The words are said like Carla isn’t willing to let it go.
“Yeah, but I guess Rudolph figures that out eventually right?” You say, shrugging, trying to lighten the mood. Carla takes the pack of cigarettes and walks away to you into the bathroom. You hear a flush, and the plastic is put in your tiny trash.
She stalks back in with purpose.
“We’re in the middle of a snowstorm.” You say, trying to think how close the gas station is with patches or gum.
“I like resolutions again,” Carla says plainly, and you know the cravings will suck. But something about the act makes you feel like she’s choosing your brand of hope.
You reach up on the window and jimmy it. Using your biceps to really get the thing to fall back down and you switch the lock.
Your hands are cold from the act and Carla holds out her hand.
You take it and get back onto the bed.
“Is it weird playing hooky from your life?” You ask as you sit criss-crossed across from her.
“A mini vacation, maybe?” Carla offers, and you can see that. Carla remembers something and moves over to where her phone is lying on the floor. She turns the cracked screen on to see the time.
“Midnight, you know what that means?” Carla asks and you scrunch your eyebrows, unsure.
“Our anniversary day?” You try, and Carla chuckles but cradles your face.
“Happy Birthday, Rudolph.” She says and you almost curse outloud.
“How’d you- my license.” You scowl, face hanging in your stupidity - of course, she looked at your birthday.
A day that held no fond memories before, you think of the gingerbread cock and coffee. Of how she didn’t leave you alone. Even with her concussed mother, who in reality could take care of herself, but still. Her teenage son, during a snowstorm, yeah all of them were being looked after. But still, Carla was spending your birthday with you in this dingy room for rent. You could cry.
Carla cuts off your feeling of guilt for being adored with the only thing that could stop your self-hate train;
“You know it’s customary for kink parties to spank you the year you’re turning.” Carla reaches out for your butt, and you bat her hands away.
“My butt is purple.” You say in a tone that could be saved for telling the president that war has broken out in the land. Carla makes a yummy noise deep in her throat, and her hands go to try again. You wiggle away as your bruise begs you to hide. A sort of wrestling on the bed that turns you on.
“So pretty, can I see?” Carla licks her lips like the wolf that ate the three little pigs and you keep thrashing away from her. It’s like the best giggle fit when being tickled, it’s pure gleeful spirit, and you love it. How Carla can make you feel so free, so adored, so safe. Yet have you laughing so hard your face and sides seem almost as bruised as your butt cheeks.
“Carla, you’re just trying to spank me again.” You try to grab her wrists as she twists close so that now her lips are centimeters away from yours. Your breath catches in your throat. Her pupils dilate hard, and no creature has every held the seductive quality quite like Carla Dunkler.
“Mama can rub it better.” She husks and you try not to moan. You try to keep up a brave face. You got this, sure, she was 5’5 with lips to kill and a body that makes you want to sing Megan Thee Stallion lyrics. But you were tough, right?
“Yeah, you didn’t say no I won’t spank you. Plus the rubbing doesn’t even help!” You complain and Carla pouts her bottom lip for you.
“Why won’t you let Mommy make it better?” Her babying sexy tone has your nipples hardening.
Carla’s hands move from your tight hold to your hair, she combs through it and then sets it over your shoulder. Stopping the wrestling but your heartbeat still pumps in your ears.
“Do you have a birthday wish?” Carla’s face changes and you are so fucking curious how she thought of this.
“I didn’t believe in wishes, do you?” You question, it sounds more cynical than you mean it to.
“I got mine,” Carla says but her eyes don’t look up at you. Unable to explain it. You wonder if she even meant to admit it. That her life had been busy and at times yes so rewarding. Seeing Jaxon grow up, getting to meet her mom, really for the first time. That all of these things were wonderful. But the reason she smoked wasn’t the strain of money or the hours of waxing pussy. It was that Carla just wanted someone in the dark hours between dawn to share the stories with. The burdens, the stupid toasters, the joy of Jaxon learning math, the horrors of Isis gambling. Fucking all of it, someone to kiss and sit with while PT Moms judged her push-up bra. To laugh with at the absurdity of it all.
She closes her eyes, you don’t like where she’s gone.
You kiss her forehead and take out her hair tie. You comb through her hair now, an act that makes Carla’s heart ache. She lets her forehead drop to your chest like she’s had years of it being hard, and now just maybe someone will hold her hand tighter than necessary. To remind her that she’s going to be okay, too.
“You’re a mush, what a romantic.” You say, and hear a snort from her laughter. A quality of Carla that you’d never take for granted, that snort.
“Never before, it’s a new thing.” She says into your chest and then kisses your sternum.
“Any other new things?” You ask, it’s a little it fishing and a little bit flirty. You want to know what Carla wants. But you’re terrified to imagine a world where she says it’s only the vacation package. No need for Wednesday brunch at the Diner or smoke detector fixes. No need for you. Just like the rest, no one ever wanted you long-term.
“Yeah, it’s cute and purple.” She says against your skin, and it seeps into your heart.
You try to take steady breaths, to not give away the house. That all you want is for Carla to let you stay past the season.
If it’s going to be that, though, you close your eyes hard and scrunch your face. Like a kid about to blow out birthday candles. You think of a memory you could make with her - one that would forever change how you feel about snow, candy canes, public bathrooms, concussions and hell, even Christmas. A memory that will be like a balm for the lonely times.
“There is one thing I’d like.” You say gently, and Carla reluctantly leaves the safety of your chest, she kisses your cheek and then looks you in the eye.
“Let me hear it, and don’t say go the beach. My stretch isn’t that far.”
Your eyes snap around the room, taking stock of where things are. You stand up and go to the closet where most of your bigger boxes are stacked. You move two and then get to the bottom. It’s heavy and you lift it and struggle a little. Until you go into your forgotten pants pocket and pull out your old pocket knife. Its warn ot handle shows it’s been loved, it’s been a touchstone.
Carla doesn’t need to wonder if it’s the one your Dad gave you.
You split the tape open on the box and lift out an old 90’s TV. It dates B.F.S.W.B: or before flat screens were born. It’s an ugly grey blob and you plop it down in the walkway just about ten inches from the mattress on the floor. You plug it in, the blue light fills the space. Then go back to another box, reaching your hand down deep until you feel it. Carla watches as you yank out a VHS with the Blockbuster logo on the side, asking you to rewind. Proof that you never returned the tape.
You feed the tape into the VHS slot on the bottom of the TV, and watch as a few lines of static scroll past the screen.
Then the opening of ‘It’s A Wonderful Life’ plays. You scoot back onto the bed, and Carla’s smiling at you.
“Is this okay?” You question now, scared that this was cuter in theory and stupid in reality.
“Almost,” she tells you with a blank expression that has you sweating and then she tugs your wrist too hard to make you lose your balance and fall ontop of her.
Carla wraps her legs over yours to trap you. You like this hold, as your face lands under her chin.
“You mush.” You respond through a grunt as you’re being squeezed for dear life.
“I’m the Grinch, shhh.” Carla chastises you for speaking during the movie.
“No way.” You say not that you’re in between her legs, you think of a better wish.
“Shhh you’ll miss the opening.” Carla pinches your buttcheeks and you squirm and gasp.
“That’s cheating.” You fight back by thrusting your hips up so that your sweatpants-covered front grinds against her bare cunt.
Carla gasps and you smirk, feeling like you’ve won.
But you never win with a sadistic dominant.
“You know what, birthday girl, you really should have thought that through better.” Carla tells you, past warning and you dont’ have time to guess.
She spanks you hard on your left cheek and you yelp.
“Thirty years old -its a good number, don’t you think?” Carla asks as her nails are blunt against your bruised ass. You can’t make words, your mouth is open, and your eyes are rolled back.
“Color my mischievous reindeer?”
You stop her from ripping the sweatshirt off of her body before falling back into place, content with her breasts against yours now.
“G-g-green.” You try to get the words out and Carla chuckles deep. Your weight is against her torso, and her arms fall perfectly to your butt.
“Mama’s gonna make sure you celebrate tonight,” Carla whispers to you, and then her hands leave your ass and you gasp. But it’s wrongly timed, as her palm raises in the air.
You feel the cold air of the force coming down before you feel the sting.
You thrust upwards, accidentally making Carla gasp as her sensitive pussy relishes your movement.
“You’re so sweet for Mommy, you thrust all you need. Your ass is mine.” Carla tells you warmly and then moves to your left cheek.
You make it to five before you’ve lost composure, you’re humping and shaking.
Carla stops and rubs her thumbs over your sensitive muscle.
You sink into her, body relaxing from the gentleness.
“You said it doesn’t help to rub, you wanna take it back? Tell Mommy you love it when I rub you. You need Mama’s rubs don’t you baby?” Carla asks you, and you let out a pathetic whimper.
“My sweet girl, you know who owns you. You’re body knew before you did.” Carla continues and then she digs in with her thumb and spreads your ass cheeks. Your body tensens, and she shushes you. Not touching your hole but letting the air greet it.
“Little reindeer hasn’t been touched here, huh? Is Mama about to take your virginity?” The woman underneath your chest heart rate is skyrocketing. You both hold your breath in anticipation.
“Yes, Mommy. Please take it.” You beg, not sure if you’d ever let an ex even think about it. But Carla was right, your body just knew that Carla could touch wherever she pleased. You were along for the ride.
Carla let her fingers move to your cunt, collecting arousal, you moan and whimper and try to hide in her neck, in her hair, anywhere else.
“It’s okay, Mama’s just getting you ready. Oh baby, can you reach the strap?” Carla asks, getting a great idea, you turn your face to the side where Carla had set it. It was ontop of the damp t-shirt she’d use to towle herself off with. You reach for it strip your sweatpants down to the bottom sheet. The movie plays loudly behind you. Carla allows you to shimmie it up your hips, you already understand the game plan.
Carla is only disappointed that she’d hoped she could lick your cum off of the shaft first.
But you loop it up and adjust the harness, then move back between her legs. Carla grabs the shaft hard, and you hate how wet you get at watching her manhandle you. Just as she does in public.
“Come here, don’t be shy now,” Carla tells you and you aren’t. You move a she guides you into her cunt. You let your hips move too quickly as she groans at the stretch, you stop, scared you’ll hurt her. But doing that math - aware that she’d had a baby, but also it had been a minute since sex. So you weren’t sure what the stretch would feel like. Carla’s eyes open, and she grabs your hips with her sticky hand and you sink further into her, and down into the mattress.
“That’s my baby, now don’t stop.” Carla tells you and you keep sinking inside of her. Watching as her cunt swallowed your clear strap, your cum mixing with hers now. The look on your face must have shared your thought with Carla.
“I like your cum inside of me too.” Carla says through a strained voice, until you bottom out. Carla’s body does a little shiver before she licks her lips.
“Lay down, all the way.” Carla insists and your face is back in her neck with he wild hair.
You aren’t sure if you will ever leave this spot again. Smelling the scent that is Carla mixed with cum and a bit of you’re body wash. You were warm and content inside of her dripping pussy. This was the best place in town.
You were feeling pretty proud of yourself until Carla opened your cheeks again. You tensed with the understanding that your dominant was still very much in charge.
Carla laughed sadistically at your fear.
“Did you think I wasn’t going to take your virginity? Sweetie, you must have known I was going to train every hole to behave for Mommy.” Carla tells you, and you have never been so turned on in your whole life.
“Color?”
“So-so green.” You stutter and Carla lets her arousal-soaked index finger to rim your asshole.
She’s in no rush, no longer caring, as George Bailey’s black and white movie character talked of dreams. Carla was living her dream right fucking now.
You gasped as your butt betrayed you, opening like only your Mommy had the key. You started to try and suck her finger inside of you.
“See, your body knows Mama is in charge,” Carla tells you just as she puts a bit of pressure to get the tip of her finger inside. It’s a warm stretch and your hips respond like a bucking branco.
You slam further into Carla, making her gasp. But you don’t stop, needing to sink onto her finger, needing to sink into her pussy.
Carla’s free had slapped your right asscheek and you gasped and thrust with unrelenting speed inside of her wet hole.
“Fuck such a good reindeer,” Carla says as you only let the strap move an inch out of her before you sink back in as hard as you can.
Carla’s finger in turn pushes harder - the intrusion filling you with an animalistic desperation to please.
“Mama, I need more.” You tell her as your hips move without your consent.
“Only Mommy knows what you need. You don’t get a say anymore. You’re mine now. You can behave for Mama, can’t you?” Carla says breathlessly, and you moan loud and long. Then Carla gets to the middle of her index finger and you’ve never been stretched like that.
“Whatever you want, Mommy, I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.” You say the truth, unaware of what it does to Carla.
“Always mine? No one else's, these holes belong to me. You’ll stay in my bed?”
“Yes Mommy!” You shout obediently.
“You’ll wear the toys I say you’ll wear.” Carla needs it.
“Of course Mama!” You cry out.
“You’ll put that ass in the air on our bed every night for your inspection. So I can check your greedy little holes. See how they get wet for me, and only me.”
“Please please, Mommy!”
“You gonna be my good girl? Come home and eat dinner then let me get out the days stress by riding your mouth?” Carla isn’t just asking for the sex, she needs this to be the reality.
“I’ll send you videos in the day of me rubbing my clit in the bathroom, but I won’t go inside because you own my holes.” You respond, and Carla spanks you once, twice, three time.
You scream, ripping through your throat and chest.
“You’ll a remote vibrator while you shovel our driveway so I can watch from the window, touching myself to your pain?”
These snapshots of what could be are working like promises to both of your hopes.
“I love that you love my pain.” You cry out and Carla takes it literally.
She spanks you for the tenth time, and your hips are like a greyhound trying to win a race.
“Mama more, more, more, more, more.” You mean it and Carla delivers, you’re rocking in to her so hard the bed underneath you is slapping against the wall.
Carla sinks her index finger all the way wet to the knuckle and you aren’t able to make words anymore. Your sweaty back is moving with the strength you never knew you had.
The sound of skin slapping skin is loud and Carla grits her teeth to stay coherent as she’s working with everything in her not to cum. Because this isn’t about her pleasure, but seeing you like this it’s impossible to hold on.
Carla slaps your right ass cheek five times and you whimper and cry out your head thrown back as youre rigid. Carla takes her spanking hand and pushes your back down to her body. So you’re pressing against her wet chest as you fuck her cunt.
“Mine, mine, mine - fuck, you’re coming home with me. You’re gonna be Mama’s.”
“Mama Mama - can’t” You say, indicating you’re going to cum from the friction of fucking her and the finger in your ass. Carla rubs her index finger against your walls, and you can’t believe your body only responds to her.
“I’m going to tie you to my bed and flog you, I’m going to throw out all the sex toys. Your mouth is my nighttime vibrator now.” Carla says these filthy things, and somewhere in you both, you need it to be fact. Not simply dirty talk fiction, you need this.
You clench your jaw as hard as possible as you’re going to cum.
Carla scratches your right ass cheek, and you whimper like an animal. The sounds you are making can be heard through the apartment walls. The slapping of your ass cheeks mixed with the carnal act. The wet suction of Carla’s pussy gripping your shaft - not wanting to let it go and then the squelch from the force of your cock spreading her open again is so indecent.
It should make you both aware of just how raw your lovemaking is. Two halves of a kinky soul matching each other's freak - but like in a romantic way.
Carla’s palm slaps your left cheek five times to match the right.
You lose your rhythm as you add in thrusts, double time, your knees are numb, you don’t feel the muscles in your shoulder, as Carla hooks her finger in your asshole.
Teaching you about new places that make you dumb for her.
“Baby, if you can tell me how many times I’ve spanked you - you can cum.” Carla offers, and you slow for a millisecond before she pulls her finger out of your ass just two inches, and you shiver from the act. It’s unholy how much you need her.
“Mommy - I-I don’t.” You stutter, and Carla knows you don’t know. The last bit of her waterproof eyeliner is smudged down her cheek. She doesn’t want you to know, she set you up.
“Shhh it’s okay that you’re such a slut for me, you can’t count. But that means I can double your spankings.” Carla tells you the rules of a game you didn’t read the terms and conditions for, and you cry out. Tears drip onto her chest as your hips grind against her cunt. Her pussy drenches your stomach and thighs and you don’t want to ever be without her again.
You try to do the math to think, and Carla doesn’t love that one bit, so she takes her right hand, the one she’s spanked you with so much it’s numb. And she moves between your bodies to inside the harness. Your eyes look down, horrified as she pinches your clit.
SO hard you see stars and you ejactulate from the action.
“NO NO OH FUCK NO OH GOD CARLA FUCK FUCK!” You scream not wanting it to ever end. Not giving your safeword, but amazed at just how Carla came break you.
“Did you cum from Mama being so so mean?” She taunts, as the two of you look down between your bodies.
Your ejaculation soaks through the harness, onto Carla’s wet pussy and she adores the way you drench her.
“First guess, give it to me,” Carla tells you and you rock your hips forward hitting Carla’s G-spot. She gushes in tandem, sometimes about the smell of your cum and the sex doll dumb look on your face makes her unable to contain it.
You surge forward and kiss her hard, you both share the breath as your tongue and teeth gnash, needy for the other. Orgasms mixing as cum pushes over the silicone and thigh. It’s a mess, it’s beyond lustful, and it’s love.
Carla fucks your ass with each hard thrust you give to her. You’re shivering from the sweat and sticky arousal.
Carla breaks the kiss, as she bites your neck so hard you cum again.
“MOMMY FUCK FUCK FUCK I NEED IT I NEED YOU I NEED YOU I CAN’T I CAN’T” You chant like a sinner in church, and Carla gives you every licentious sensation you can take.
You need to be trying to count, but you just can’t was it five on your left cheek and four on your right? How many times in a row did you count? Fuck, fuck, fuck, as Carla’s finger almost pulled out to the tip only to curl back inside, your silicone shaft broke Carla’s hole open with another thrust. Only her hand inside the leather strap pinching you makes you unable to attempt English.
“Guess number two.” Your Mommy tells you with a glint of devilish delight. She needs you to fail.
You know, three strikes you’re out, Carla’s hand that was pinching your clit releases, and you can feel the pulse loudly as you’re now able to balance the pain with the full ability to push inside of Carla.
You don’t know how you do it, but you shout out. It’s a shot in the dark
“TWENTY!”
Carla stops your hips and you bring your eyes to meet hers.
She looks downright murderous.
“What did you say?” She pants, looking like you cheated on her somehow.
“I-I said twenty?” You wondered and Carla uses all her strength to pull out of your asshole and flip you so you were flat and she could ride you.
“You said twenty?”
“Yeah?”
“You just guessed twenty?” She says again, and you feel like you’re in trouble but like a common himbo, don’t know why.
“Yes?” Carla lifts herself off of your shaft.
“No, please don’t go! No please!” Your hand reach up and your feeling a sobbing fit under the surface.
Carla just shakes her head and stands.
“Get up.” She’s cruel.
“Cala please dont be mad-” You panic wondering if you’d ruined it.
“It’s Mommy, now get your ass up.” Carla’s bedside manner is gone and you stand. Carla unbuckles the strap on and it falls with an embarrassing thud to the bed. Your clit’s heartbeat is faster than your own. Carla walks to the box and finds one of the butt plugs, the smallest one.
It’s clean, never been used, still she walks to the bathroom and washes it with hand soap before stalking naked back into the bedroom.
“You like Mama mad, though? Don’t you, baby? You like that I’m mean and sadistic. You love to be adored, but you need me to torture you even more, huh?” Carla says and you’d let her tattoo whore on your forehead right now if she promised to keep going.
You nod pathetically and she gives you a sad look.
“You and I have a long life ahead of me spitting on your tongue and spanking you in public with a toy inside of your ass. Now put your hands on the window.” She points the place you two just smoked.
“Carla-” You panic, terrified if you’d misbehaved too far.
“It’s Mommy, and if you mess it up again I’ll not let you cum. Now put your hands. On. The. Window.”
You stumble a little off the bed on weak knees, but walk past It’s a Wonderful Life as they’re talking of putting a lasso around the moon.
You place both your hands on the tiny window ledge, and Carl comes behind you and wrenches your buttcheeks apart again. She spits on your asshole, and you flinch but love the sensation. Carla sticks the buttplut inside of your pussy to get it wet.
You widden your hips and brace down on it.
“You’re such a whore, you’ll let me put anything inside of you,” Carla speaks to you freely - not afraid of your feelings. Never has she been able to be mean and get away with it this way - as a dominant, she is free. Her appetite has never been met, yet here you are. Fulfilling her every need.
The sound of the toy going in and out of you is borderline shameful - it’s not enough to fuck you. But enough to prove just how much slick you make for your dominant.
“You were right, it was twenty. But the last ten I’ll enjoy to the fullest. Then next year, oh boy. I’ll make sure you lose count.” Carla promises, and the idea of a future with her grows around your heart.
Carla takes the toy out, and a loud sucking noise makes you wish you could hide. Carla slaps your wet cunt at you, trying to fold in on yourself.
“Stop that, you’re sounds are mine.” She reminds you and you shiver but keep a correct position, until Carla makes you hips back up and pushes your back so your face is almost completely pressed against the cold window.
“Happy Birthday, you’re a Dunkler now, babydoll,” Carla says to your asshole, really as she pushes the toy inside of your ass, and you moan long and feral. Not making the case that you don’t like anal sex now.
Once it’s in, Carla enjoys the little red stopper that stays, furthering your Rudolph nickname.
Carla rears her hand back but holds it in the air.
“You don’t have to count now - but know when we’re done I’m going to ride your mouth and lick the cum and tears off of cheeks baby,” Carla promises and your fist tightens on the ledge of the window as the slap comes down again. She grunts as she’s fueled by the smell of your cum and the sting of your pain.
“If you cum without permission again I’m going to tie you up with those fucking Christmas lights.”
Best Birthday Ever.
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Violets represent modesty and humility and are historically associated with lesbians!
Remus shifts on her feet where she stands in the dungeons, just outside the door to the Slytherin Common Room. She stares down at the bouquet of violets in her hands, suddenly feeling idiotic. She doesn’t even know if Regulus likes violets. She doesn’t even know if Regulus likes flowers. But it’s too late, because the door opens, and out steps Regulus, flanked by her friends and looking just as gorgeous as always.
Before she has a chance to lose her nerve, Remus steps up to Regulus, stopping her in her path. She’s almost expecting to be yelled at by her friends, or by her, even, but instead, Regulus’s friends back off, just a step, and Regulus looks up at Remus through thick lashes and smiles softly. It makes Remus’s heart skip a beat, and she almost forgets what she’s doing here.
“Hi,” Regulus says. Her voice is as smooth as velvet, but it grounds Remus, reminding her of why she’s in the dungeons in the first place. “Pretty flowers.”
Remus feels her face warm, and she shuffles awkwardly under Regulus’s knowing gaze. “Oh, erm…they’re for you, actually.” She thrusts out the hand holding the flowers, and, despite the stiff clumsiness of her movements, Regulus accepts the flowers with a pleased look on her face.
“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” Regulus is still giving Remus a knowing look, but Remus doesn’t let it deter her. She’s a Gryffindor, goddamnit. She can ask out a pretty girl.
“I wanted to ask if…if you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me,” Remus says, biting her lip shyly. Before Regulus has a chance to answer, Remus continues, “I don’t presume to be good enough for you, but, well—I really fancy you. And you can say no, of course, but I hope you’ll keep the flowers. Purple suits you.”
“I wasn’t going to say no,” Regulus says. She steps forward and takes one of Remus’s hands in her free one. “It’s a date.”
Just today, you were giving me that look of yours with your eyebrow raised all the way to here!
obviously i had to do a little scene redraw from my favorite air groove event, "empress and monarch," look at them looking at each other with love in their eyes <3 the lower the ears, the higher the affection/j
Character A: You know, when I was a kid, I really wanted to be a [profession #1] when I grew up.
Character B: Oh, but you do such good work as [profession #2]! Did you change your mind?
Character A: No... I never did.
