water-to-drink
Rain May Fall Upon The Flower
Asks are open
482 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
Text
i’ll leave it all behind
pairing: ayaka x fem reader (438 words)
warnings: angst, no comfort, homophobia
yuna’s notes: this fic is based off of the song “softly” by juhye! i suggest checking her out if you’re looking for some soft, chill, wlw music! :) this is a quick blurb, hope you enjoy! as always, if you want to see something else from me, drop a suggestion in my inbox! ^.^
“you know i’ll always love you.” your name slipped off her tongue with not a tint of negativity. the warmth and passion her words carried was something you were quite accustomed to.
so why? why did it hurt so bad in this moment. “im sorry.” ayaka began. her hands extended to take yours into her. at the gentle contact of her fingers brushing against yours, you pulled away.
tears pooled into your eyes, not daring to spill just yet. “ayaka. why?” was all you could mutter. you knew why, you could tell by the dirty glances and the failed attempt at whispers are you walked down the inazuman streets.
“please, i don’t want to say it again. we just can’t be together anymore.” the kamisato girl looked away, trying to find comfort in something that wasn’t your eyes. for all she saw when she stared into them was pain and confusion.
heartbreak was something you hadn’t experienced before. sure, relationships you had as a kid failed, but those never counted to you. it wasn’t anything serious after all. this. this was serious.
both of you carried a cloak of shyness around, only lifting it in each others presence. she was your first. first kiss, first shoulder to cry on, first hope that your sexuality truly didn’t define you.
and yet, the inazuman public proved that to be true. sure, it was hurtful what you went through. the constant slew of insults, dirty looks, revoked invitations to events. it became incredibly brutal. but, ayaka must have truly had a tough time as well. her status was far higher than yours would ever be after all.
before your thoughts could dive deeper, you felt ayaka cup your hands with hers. wrapping her cold fingers around your oddly warm ones, she pulled your hands up. “my love, when the time comes we will be together again. but for now, for the sake of the reputation of the kamisato clan, i need to leave this all behind.”
as her words ended, she let go of your hands, watching as they harshly fell to your side. the sound of a maid could be heard in the distance, calling out for ayaka. her eyes rested on your broken state before biting her lip to stifle her cries. “goodbye.” ayaka muttered through, running off towards the estate.
you didn’t move. for how long, at this point it was uncertain. the sun had started to slowly rise, the sparkling reflected off of your glazed eyes. emotions drained from your body, hands numb from the crisp air. if only she could have held a place for you.
15 notes
·
View notes
Text
My lovely darling
pairing -> Arlecchino X wife! reader
warnings -> none.
content includes -> fluff, soft Arle, children calling reader mother.
Arlecchino doesnt have weaknesses, or at least she thinks so, when in reality her biggest weakness are her wife and the children of the House of Hearth
She loves you dearly, she would do absolutely anything for you, you know she loves you even tho she doesnt show it
Arlecchino isnt very affectionate in public, but if someone makes her jealous she would hold your waist and pull you closer without saying anything
She loves seeing you flustered, you are just so cute in her eyes
Arlecchino always makes sure to bring you and the children gifts after she come back from a mission in another nation
She practically has hearts for eyes whenever she sees you playing, cooking, singing, dancing, drawing or cuddling with the children
724 notes
·
View notes
Text
Warnings: •smut •slow sex
Summary: Nanami’s the perfect lover
(A small Drabble, bigger ones ahead😉)
I know Nanami fucks slow and hard. He rolls his hips ever so précis, making sure to hit your spot jussssst right.
He holds your face in his hands, peppering it with kisses as he whispers sweetly into your ear. Your legs wrapped around his torso as he hits you deep.
He sucks on your breast, breathing in your moans and needy whines. Whispering to you how perfect you are, how he wants no one else, needs no one else. Nanami Kento loves you just write.
Palms your thighs as he speeds up his face, panting into your neck. Soft kisses turned needier and needier as you both come close to your release.
Nanami groans when he cums. Common knowledge. But he can’t help but let out a breathless whine.
He grinds himself into you, milking out both of your highs before relaxing against you.
He smiles and he places tender kisses on your neck, the corner of your mouth, your cheek.
Your forehead, your eyes, any open space he can get his hands on. He tells you how much he loves you, and you say likewise.
Nanami Kento is the perfect lover.
207 notes
·
View notes
Text
I CHEERED AND TEHOUED ITS MY TIME IM ALAIVE ITS MY TIME TO SHIIINEEEEEE
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
a fanfic: he ran his hands through her silky hair and put a hand on her slender thigh “you look so cute monkey 🥰”
me:
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
11:39 ✩ : mahou shojo’s dedication (magical girl’s dedication)
genre : harbinger! scaramouche x magical girl user,
notes :
A worthless girl, thrown on the street muddy and dirty. Never seen, never heard, never existed. Just left there to die at the age of 15. Yet.. what did you do to deserve this power? This worth? This wish..?
A being that transcends the wretched universe that you were created in gave you mercy and a wish in exchange for your own soul at the cost of losing it to a fate worser than the poverty that you lived in.. you couldn’t ever be more in debt, the entity granted you a wish, the wish of being drowned in riches..
Yet the thought crossed your mind that you still felt the hole in your heart begging for emotions, hope, despair, love? Love. The stupid emotions that would drag you down..you’ve been fighting witches for 3 years. Your soul gem has been close to being shattered and dirtied multiple times yet you still got up because of fear, fear for the life which you’ve hated all these years.
Feeling empty..
While fighting witches you’ve stumbled upon a fair man (cough cough scara) picking up a soiled soul gem as an—
Sorry yall this was a wip and idk if I wanna complete it. 🫰🫰 (I’ve never watched madoka magica btw so I’m sorry 😭😭)
21 notes
·
View notes
Text
Killing children in a playground is a clear sign that the dehumanization of Palestinians is seen as an opportunity, not a crime.
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
I had a little fun creating a version of The Creator I have in mind lol.
A bit of biblically leaning Creator of Teyvat.
I’m still debating on the coloring of the dress and keeping it more simple as I did in the colored rough drafts. I’m also trying to figure out how to make her ‘rage’ form a little more cosmic/demonic as well, but I kept that simple for right now.
I do like the eye things though, as I felt it made sense to have the Creator have so many ways to look upon Teyvat. I also felt the same for her halo/crown being the constellations of her playable characters as her shown ‘favor’ of them.
39 notes
·
View notes
Text
“Kuna?” Your soft voice calls for him, fingers entangled with his as you lay on his lap, back against his broad chest, tracing the marks on his wrists.
“Hmm?” He responds, preventing a smile to form on his face at the moment. You look so tiny and adorable against him. He could devour you any moment.
“What will you do when I’m gone?” You ask, slowly tilting your head back to look up at him.
“Gone?” He asks. You look away, gaze falling down, “Yeah…I don’t have a longggg life like you do.”
“And?”
you sigh again, “What will you do…when I’m not alive?”
He knew this time was to come, the day he’d not have you by his side anymore. And he knew you’d ask him this question eventually. And he also knew he wasn’t ready to lose you at any cost.
“How many times must I tell you that you won’t die?” He responds, as if assuring his own self, “Not anytime soon, at least. Not under my protection.”
His words cause you to smile, “I know that…but it will happen eventually, yes? It is inevitable, after all.”
He remains expressionless. What a cursed being he was. Truly meant to be alone forever and ever. One day, you’d leave him too. The only person he spared for ‘amusement’ purposes, as he phrased it, but had a sole place of warmth in his cold, cold heart.
“But!” You speak, trying to console him. He was the last person who required consolation from a brat like you— but here you were, and maybe that’s why he loved entertained you.
“Don’t you dare assume that you’ll be seeing the last of me!” You climb up in his lap, cupping his face with eyebrows scrunched into a serious look— do you have any idea how adorable you look?
“I’m gonna come back to annoy you…in the next life, and the one after that…and then the one after that, also the one after that and on and on…”
He stares at you blankly before breaking out in a short laugh.
“You–!” He chuckles, “You’re an absolute brat, aren’t you?” His hands pull you closer by your waist, forehead resting against yours.
“We shall see when time comes,” he says, pulling back.
“Till then, you’re not allowed to leave my side, you silly girl.”
5K notes
·
View notes
Text
If somebody broke into my home, stabbed me and was actively trying to murder me, I wouldn’t ask them politely to stop. I would claw and kick and bite and scream, anything in my power to get them to stop, to get them away from me. I would have no qualms about harming them and nobody would expect me to
So no, I do not think that Palestinians should lie down like good, obedient, sacrificial lambs and ask Israel if they could please stop slaughtering them, they have spent 75 YEARS like this, and Israel has never stopped attacking and slaughtering them even ONCE.
It is not the responsibility of the oppressed to cater to their oppressor. You can not reason with somebody who has made it clear they view you as sub-human and want nothing more than to slaughter you and all your people.
And you can genuinely go fuck yourself with your ignorant, privileged, white-supremacist bullshit
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
where you go, i go (2)
TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader (soulmate AU)
TW⚠️: angst, toji being toji, reader thinks about killing someone, gojo is in his tweaked out enlightenment era soooooo gojo a little creepy and eerie
Part 2 of what you see, i see
She had been going through the motions for the rest of the day, she hadn't even bothered to stop by her school clubs, until she arrived home. A sickly sweet scent of pastries attacked her senses the second she entered. Her house doubled as a bakery for the first floor. It was a popular hang out place for people her age especially for couples. There was a parade of them this time - cheerful couples were already sharing their coffees and sugary pastries.
The universe was laughing at her. It had to be. Why else would there be so many happy couples in the store right now? It was pointing and laughing hysterically on the ground saying: "That's what you get for ignoring me! That's what you get for resenting my gift to you!" Because that's what a soulmate was, a gift. A rare and wonderful gift that no one believed in, except for those who have experienced it themselves, and she had lost it; lost him.
She almost cried on the spot.
Her mother waved gleefully from behind the register, her daughter seldom returned it as she went up the stairs. She dropped her school bag in her room besides her desk and, face first, flopped on her bed.
She closed her eyes. Nothing, there was nothing.
Her lip quivered as tears began to sting her eyes, but she couldn't cry. Not when her mother was expecting her to change and put on an apron and help as she always did after school. She could silently mourn him tonight.
She let out a shaky breath. Did she even have the right to mourn him? She had never met him or talked to him. Everytime she thought of him recently was only to insult him or dismiss him entirely. No, she did not have the right to mourn him and she deserved to feel empty on the inside.
She put on a clean apron and slugged her way down stairs with a smile as she took over her mother's place at the register. Her mom kissed the top of her head and beamed at her with a thumbs up.
She never understood why so many people hated working retail, but now, she did. She had to force a smile and treat every customer kindly, all the while, she was dying on the inside.
A man had come in. Tall and insanely buff, a scar on his mouth. He ordered the cheapest pastry on the menu and handed her a wadded up yen. Her blood turned cold when their fingers brushed.
Her mother quickly took the money away from her as she gave her a quick command to check on the oven in the back.
She swallowed and listened to her mom. Her steps were quick as she pushed the double doors that led to the kitchen, she hugged herself.
It was him. It had to be him. That was the man who killed Gojo Satoru. She reached for a knife and gripped it tight. She should kill him. Her soulmate was dead and he was the reason why. She should try and avenge him.
Sheshouldsheshouldsheshouldsheshould-
The oven blared next to her. Her head snapped to it as the knife clattered on the ground, and with shaky mitted hands she opened the oven, and took out the fresh pastries.
Those were dangerous thoughts; thoughts she never thought she would ever have against anyone. She took off the oven mitts and looked outside the circle window of the kitchen - he was leaving and her mother was watching him like a hawk, even when the bell rang sharply with a muffin in his mouth as he walked outside with the rest of the crowd. She didn't know what possessed her to run after him, but she did. Maybe, all she wanted to know was why he had killed Gojo Satoru. Maybe, she wanted this man to kill her too, so she wouldn't feel empty inside anymore.
A blur of a conversation as the words tumbled out of her mouth: "Why? Why did you kill Satoru?"
She didn't register anything other than his gruff voice, "Ah, he had a soulmate. If I were you I'd keep that information to yourself from now on." Uninterestedly, he continued, "You wouldn't want the Gojo clan to know about you. No doubt, they'll try to marry you off to another member of the clan." and then, kept walking.
She didn't hear the interest in his voice when he said to himself, "But she would be worth a lot of money if I did take her to them." He would negotiate a price first to see if he was right about her being worth any money. He would worry about that later, right now, he had a star plasma vessel to turn in.
A sharp tug on her arm is all that stopped her from running after him again.
"______! What were you thinking?" her mother gritted out as she led her back into the bakery. Her mother's voice is strict and unwavering, "Go to your room."
And she did.
She tossed the apron on her desk and kicked her school bag. How was she supposed to live like this with the rest of her entire life half-full?
A sob violently escaped her.
This was how everyone else in the world lived, she realized.
Aching and alone.
Desperate and searching.
Wanted and unwanted.
Now, she was just like everyone else like she had always wanted. She supposed, she couldn't complain.
She laid in bed, wrapped herself in a blanket - trying to keep warm, but she doubted, she'd ever feel warm again as she cried herself to sleep.
She dreamt about Satoru. Flashes of a long chain, of red, of purple, of blood, of a crowd clapping, of someone wrapped in a white sheet, of a long dark hallway.
The universe was laughing at her again. Why else would it give her dreams about him?
An uneasiness settled into her bones. Someone was watching her. The grim reaper, no doubt wearing the face of her soulmate's assassin. If death wanted her, so be it.
She kept her eyes closed.
She saw herself sleeping soundly in death's gaze. She saw the time pass through her window changing from sundown to night as death continued to watch her intently.
Hours had passed.
00:57:39
She wondered at what specific time the grim reaper would take her.
1:13:01
Did it want her to open her eyes?
1:13:10
Probably.
1:13:15
The grim reaper has been patiently waiting for her.
1:13:17
Why keep death waiting then?
1:13:20
Her eyes fluttered open.
Beautiful, vibrant cerulean blue.
It was not death. It was -
"Satoru," she whispered.
"______," he whispered back.
Satoru was sitting down on the floor extremely close to her bed with his legs crossed while his hands rested neatly on his ankles. There was dry blood on his face and on his white dress shirt.
Her mouth moved but no sound came.
"You were crying," he said as he caressed her cheek soothing his thumb along the trail of stained lines that her dried tears had left, "alot."
So, he had seen everything.
She put her hand over his and gently rubbed circles.
Satoru scooted closer to her bed, "I didn't like seeing you cry," his hand trailed up to her scalp, "or frown," and gently ran his fingers through her hair.
He laid his head down on her bed and stared at her with those vibrant, sparkling eyes; eyes that could see everything she could never see.
She touched his cheek gently, "I didn't like not feeling you."
Her whole body shivered. Satoru was here, in front of her, and she was still cold.
"Are you still cold?"
She nodded.
Never letting go of her, he kicked off his shoes and climbed under the blanket with her. He wrapped his legs around hers as her arms wrapped under his uniform jacket.
With his hand still tangled in her hair, he said, "Better?"
His heartbeat had returned to her. They were beating in unison again.
"Better," she hummed. "You?" She asked.
His lips pressed softly on her forehead, "Much better." He tugged her in closer into his chest.
She smiled.
She was warm again.
@whatamidoing89 @mr-underhills-things
Part 1: what you see, i see
Part 3: you know i adore you
Part 4: i'm crazier for you
Part 5: baby, you're the life of the party
Part 6: something's made your eyes go cold
628 notes
·
View notes
Note
*opens mic*
Morning sex with Arlecchino.
*drops mic and refuses to elaborate*
-☘️
😌 i'm listening
imagine waking up next to her, and she's been spooning you so you're nice and warm.
usually, she's up before you, but you're sleeping in, so you take this rare moment to teasingly grind your hips back against hers.
she's a light sleeper, so she instantly grabs your hips, clawed nails digging into your skin as she leans over you, lips pressing against your ear.
"you think you're cute, don't you?" she grumbles, her voice still low and throaty and you practically purr, leaning back against her.
(nsfw utc - tw transfem arle)
she wraps her hand right around your throat, grinding your hips against hers at her leisure. she controls the pace, sliding your pajama bottoms off and slipping two fingers across your pussy.
"wet already?" she asks and you can only softly laugh, burying your head in the pillow as she stuffs you with her fingers.
once you're nice and stretched out, pliant beneath her, she slips her own pajama pants down, sliding into you with a low groan.
she grunts into your ear, gently grinding you on her dick as she fills you up. you're still lethargic, leaning your heavy head back against her. the hand around your throat abandons its post, instead sliding up your shirt to grab at your chest.
she teasingly rolls your nipples between her fingers, slowly fucking you as the morning sun begins to peek through the blinds.
356 notes
·
View notes
Text
Genshin men as cats!
What if genshin men turned into cats, what will they be like?
kaeya, diluc, childe, zhongli (x reader)
Fluff fluff (kinda comfort/hurt)
Kaeya: he turned into a cat after accidentally drinking albedo’s “tea” which turns out to be a potion. When he turned into a cat, he didn’t panic, rather, he was happy. He thought that becoming a cat doesn’t sound so bad after all..you’re a big cat lover so if he become a cat, your love for him will double right? not to mention that he’s exactly like your favorite breed, grey british short hair. So he immediately ran back home and meowed in front of the door, his meows is so loud you can barely ignore it. So when you opened the door, your heartbeat stopped. A fluffy cat…with pretty meows….and and…FLUFFY PAWS??? You take him inside and feed him with tuna, you kissed his head thousand of times, rubbing his tummy while he just purrs. Kaeya is already drowning from your love! But suddenly he turned into the normal kaeya again..*sigh*, you were disappointed that the cat is gone….. If you were to pick who to abandon, it seems obvious that kaeya is your choice, the cat? You keep it. Ever since then, kaeya has been trying to turn into a cat, sometimes his failure lead him to an unbearable fever or…a success. You ended up showering him with tons of kisses, pats, and belly rubs that he enjoyed like no one..he’s such a clingy kitty cat. Even when you bite his cheeks, he would meow happily.
diluc: he. is. horrified. He suddenly becomes a cat after eating a snack from sumeru that he was given to as a way for him to know “nature”, well at his defense, he didn’t know it means he would be turned into a cat!!!…It’s ironic that he becomes a cat in the first place. He has a cat allergy…why does he become a cat?! He can be a dog…why a cat?! He was pissed. He doesn’t want his fur to be everywhere…he’s an orange persian cat, a sassy persian cat with huge furs. He hates his catself and decided to hide himself under the table. “Diluc..?” You came inside his room and he immediately meowed..that’s a yes respond from him, you thought?…but how come diluc is a cat?!! You searched for the cat and immediately grab diluc’s tail when you found him. Hugging him. “Why are you hiding…you’ve become so cute after becoming a cat— w-wait?! HUH?! WHY ARE YOU A CAT IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!” You were confused as well and immediately laughed. Diluc was pissed and bite you for that! “Ouch!! Bad boy!”, and you realise. It’s not good that diluc has a huge fur like this…oh no…you have to deep cleanse his room just incase his allergy came back after he turned into a human (presumably). So he kept on purring for himself and snuggles himself behind the cover of the bed, you clean his room like a clean freak and afterwards have some snuggles with him using a “no-fur” jacket. He turned into a human 3 days later and…you seem to love his cat version more since he’s much more of a lovable fluff…
childe: he was turned into a cat after one of his fatui peers experimented on him, it’s safe to assume that he’s okay..it’s just…he has turned into a feline form of himself, a cat... he’s a tabby orange cat, the types of cat that are stereotypically unhinged. He was fine with it, he thought it’s a good idea to have an off schedule while he’s a cat. Well childe is unhinged so being an orange cat is exactly what he designed to be, so it’s fair…and when he gotten home, he didn’t bother to knock, just like a feline, he jumped through the window of your bedroom and goes to the bed while his paws knead the covers, theoretically, making a bread using his paws. When your footsteps march towards the bedroom, he didn’t bother to hide, he just kneads the cover until he’s exhausted and sleep. “AAAAAAAAAAA WHY IS THERE A CAT?”, you screamed ajd he was awakened. He meowed cohesively and sit down like a polite gentleman. He realise you might not understand his meows, he’s a cat now so…he goes to his picture and points out at the picture using his paws, understanding the cat body language you screamed again…”YOU’RE AJAX???”, this time confused…but also…”you look even cuter like this let m—“, with your very own cuteness aggression urge you jump to the bed and hug him. Kissing his cheeks while he meows. He’s being abused by your love and he’s kind of dizzy from it. He meows everytime and his soft paw try to resist because he wants to sleep but…being kissed by you this much makes him…weak. He stole food from other people to eat, it’s fun, he even stole some fish from some old men and brought it back for you to cook, it’s the opportunity to be a criminal while he’s in this cute form…and..he can sneakily make people fell in love with his cute face as he stole their steaks (his favorite indeed). He turned into a human again…months later. Being an orange cat is his life duty…
Zhongli: he’s bored. He already knows how it feels to be a dragon..a woman..and a man. Zhongli has been keeping an eye towards the stray cats near liyue, how come they’re so chonky and so..cute? So many people love them. Even you love them. so without further ado, with his no purpose in daily life for current recent..he becomes a cat. A black cat. A normal black cat with a shiny golden bell on his neck. Everytime he walks and has a stroll, his golden bell rings, people would take an immediate look at him, and pets him. His meow is deep, raspy too, yet the purrings are gentle, it makes the locals fell in love with him. This time he strolls near your favorite place, wanmin restaurant, you love to go there and has been addicted to their crab roe tofu ever since you guys are dating. So he jump to the chair beside you and sleeps…he’s enjoying your presence, even without pets from you. He’s happy just to hear your love for the food there or your presence all focused to that solemn food. you burped and it made his ears twitch. He just wants to follow you around and be with you. Suddenly you recognise the cat beside you and immediately carry it to your lap. “such a lovely black cat…i’ve never meet you before..”..you pat his head and carress his back. Oh my, he loves the back caressing…it feels like he’s being massaged on his old back…he kept on purring. He’s quiet and it makes you love this cat even more. When you carry it again, it just seems not to care and it makes you incredibly attached to him. At the same time he become a cat, you kept on searching for zhongli, still not getting the hint that he’s now a cat because zhongli barely give you a hint!! oh by the way, he turned into his human form only for 3 business days per week, because he wants to be pampered by you and follow you around while you gave him attention and space.
ps: albedo, ayato, alhaitham, and kaveh version of this headcannon coming soon! (I guess if this post reach around 150 likes, i’ll make another one hihi~)
taglist: @dailypenpen , @daydreaming-paradies , @voidlesslove (to be added in the taglist, you may send your @ thru my ask box~ thank you!)
387 notes
·
View notes
Note
people sleep on dehya r u kidding me...
the abs, the fake kitty ears, her voice(!!), she's my knight in shining armour and i absolutely need her to bend me over. have you seen the metal claws on her hand? are we all thinking the same thing!???
everytime dehya loses in my polls, an angel dies tbh
she's literally my dream woman. tall, muscular, gorgeous, but she's also so funny and protective ugh. need her. :(
i'm also a huge kitty dehya enthusiast. i love the idea of big kitty dehya.
since this is my only chance to write for dehya, might as well give you the works, babe 😚
dehya x fem!reader
dom!dehya x sub!fem reader
warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, cunnilingus, fingering, strap penetration
"aww, good girl!" she praises with a little smile, two fingers, knuckle-deep in your pussy as you sit on her lap.
her other hand rests around you, keeping you curled up against her as she kisses your temple, grinding her palm into your clit.
"does that feel good?" she asks, almost teasingly, knowing your reply will be little whines of her name and mumbled pleas.
she can hear how wet you are, the evidence strung over her fingers as she fucks them into you faster, grinding into your clit and g-spot until you cum, squirming in her lap.
she lets you rest, instead laying back on the bed to shimmy her shorts off, spreading her legs and inviting you to lay between them to eat her out.
her thighs shake as your softer hands lay against them, holding them down while you lick her clit gently. her head tips back when your lips wrap around the sensitive nerves, sucking at them.
her thighs squeeze your head when your tongue pushes into her pussy, her hands gripping the bedsheets. her hips move on their own, grinding on your nose and tongue as she chases her own high, using you as she wishes.
once she finishes, she pulls you up, kissing you messily, sliding her tongue over yours to taste herself. then, you find yourself shoved onto the bed face-down, ass up, glistening cunt on display.
you can hear the sound of a metal harness behind you, and you're almost tempted to turn and peek at which one she's chosen. her hand pats your hip gently, dragging the tip through your wetness before she's slowly sliding in.
your cute little whimpers mixed with your pussy fluttering around her has her groaning. "you're so cute." she praises you, rubbing circles into your hips as she pushes in deeper.
your pussy flutters around the faux cock, mumbling about how it's too much. how she always chooses something a little too thick for you, just to watch you squirm.
"pretty girl, you're almost there. just a little more." she coos, easing the last bit of her strap into you, bottoming out as she smooths a hand down your back. "good girl... good fucking girl."
234 notes
·
View notes
Note
Lisa with a thicc housewife s/o please I beg
every day i wake up and hate that i'm not thicc 😋😋😋😁😁😁 screaming crying
ummm ahh anyways!
lisa loves that shit though. she comes home to you cooking dinner, immediately grabbing your hips and leaning down to whisper in your ear and ask what you're making.
she likes having you all to herself after a long day of librarian duties. she just wants to rub your pussies together, and she wants you on top so she can watch your tits bounce 😚
also, seeing you take care of the house and look so pretty has her breeding kink going crazyyy. maybe she just might look into fertility magic for you two...
89 notes
·
View notes