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becca-e-barnes · 11 months

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I need more of needy Bucky who loses control from the feeling of being inside your pussy. I need him to fuck me like a rag doll and to carry me over his shoulder around the house like his personal flesh light.

Fuck, this has always been one of my very favourites to write. I really like to imagine that he struggles to last but he can keep going after he finishes 🙈 it's my lil filthy fantasy

But imagine spending the morning in bed with him. You both wake up around 6am and you spend the first little while just touching and chatting before a couple of hours of sex. Now it's maybe around 11am and after lying there together for a while, you're both in the mood for something to eat.

You pull a robe around you and that's just about as much as you manage before Bucky's scooped you up, carrying you to the kitchen.

"You don't need to carry me everywhere!" You tease, remembering that he'd carried you up the stairs to bed last night too.

"I know. But. Carrying you means. I. Can put you. Exactly. Where. I want you." He peppers kisses over your face and neck, tenderly capturing your bottom lip between his before he sets you up on the kitchen countertop.

There's no point arguing with him so you sit there quite happily. He makes up a quick pancake mix, washes some berries from the fridge, preps the coffee machine and sets the little dining table for the two of you.

Somewhere in between, you got a little distracted, perched on the counter scrolling on your phone. You hadn't noticed the way he's looking at you.

He's so caught up in the little things; the way the light hits your shoulder, the curve of your hips, the way the silhouette of your nipples are visible against the satin robe.

"Look at you, sitting there all sweet like your cunt isn't so fucking full of me."

That's got your attention.

You squirm a little, your body fluttering at how shamelessly vulgar he's being but nothing's stopping you from doing the same.

You spread your legs, exposing the slick mess coating your inner thighs. It's a mixture of your own arousal and Bucky's cum, dripping out of your sensitive cunt.

Your fingertips trail lazily over your exposed sex, your skin glistening in the natural light before you bring your fingers to your own lips, sucking them clean, giving him a little bit of a show.

"Tastes amazing, sweetheart." You groan, noticing the growing bulge in his thin pyjama bottoms. "But I lost track of how many times you came inside me this morning. You came so deep, most of your cum won't have dripped out yet. Bet I'm still totally stuffed full."

He sinks to his knees in no time, settling his head between your thighs, breathing in the faint smell of your arousal. His tongue presses flat to your sex, trailing from your hole to your clit and back, gathering as much of your combined release as possible.

He groans, low and pathetic, allowing his tongue to dip inside you as deep as he can bury it. He savours every drop of cum he earns back from your body.

When his tongue alone isn't enough, he slips a finger into you, followed quickly by a second, curling them against your sensitive inner wall.

"Bucky baby, please don't make me cum again." You groan, your fingers tangled in his dark hair but you know he's not giving you that choice. Not when his free hand is furiously stroking his own cock, desperate to ensure that when he's finished licking his cum out of you, he can flood your cunt with another load.

#asks answered <3 #becca writes spice #anon #needy!bucky #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes smut #I've gotten so into Scandal again recently #I'm so so so into Mellie #holy shit that woman is stunning #I'd be so tempted to write some shamelessly filthy Mellie x reader #I like Fitz too but just imagine THE COMPETITION #right no I actually HATE picking a colour for a pedi #I get a gel pedi every few weeks and I really need colour suggestions #Last time I got a sparkly red #the time before I got white with a pearly kind of shimmer on top #I've liked both but I'm so bad at picking a colour #I know neons are usually safe in summer but I don't think I'd like neons on me #open to any other suggestions tbh

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b0ydyke · 7 months

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jesus at the gay bar by jay hulme // julien baker via @\coreysabs on ig // jesus christ by brand new // solar power by lorde // boygenius via @\isabellasofia on ig // a knock on the door by james tate

#when i go to the pearly gates at the end of my years and st thomas does not ask to see my hands instead he pulls up my boygenius web weave #boygenius #los angeles #web weave #julien baker #lucy dacus #phoebe bridgers #this did something to me. Julien baker dyke of all time #halloween

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cosmicwhoreo · 5 months

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I love your Captain Caviar design, him being huge as hell is very satisfying, and I am now disappointed when looking at the in-game model

it fits him so much better <3

#asks #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk #captain caviar cookie #He's built like a Deadlifter #i don't make the rules #he just is #top 10 images that will show up in my trial at the pearly gates

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pearlywritings · 4 months

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hey there… I was casually thinking about how you think Diluc feels when he can’t be intimate with his wife because of his duties as a father, since I imagine the twins barely give him space so he can have couple time with his wife

Frustrated that's for sure. At first he was unfazed and haven't even thought about intimacy - he wanted his wife to recover and he was 100% for being there to aid her on the path of parenthood. But since they were babies and then toddlers, occasional love making and dates were enough to satisfy you both. Until his sons got older and conscious. The moment Diluc knew the two redheads were bound to be troublemakers through their youth - was the moment he made peace with his mind that there was not gonna be a single resting moment with them. Twins are everywhere. With you while you are busy at home, with you when you are outside, lazing on a big bed in their parents' bedroom, playing in their dad's study, running to you or him to show every achievement of theirs… and that's just during the day. During the night though… well, boys missed him and he can't say 'no' when they look at him with sleepy pleading eyes and ask to sleep with mommy and daddy, because they wanna cuddle him. That couple of times boys spotted their parents making out? Diluc wanted to burn in shame, especially since he's already gotten a "problem"… And we don't even start talking about all those times he saw his absolutely gorgeous wife in intimate light and couldn't touch and love her like she deserves. Unsurprisingly, it's Adelinde who saves the day. She too sees her master's frustrations and longing gazes he sends his wife's way. So she suggests that occasionally she could take twins on an adventure away from home, maybe to their uncle's house even and either give all the maids work outside or dismiss them for the time being. Meanwhile Mr and Mrs Ragnvindr could have their quality time together. This gradually solved the issue.

#✨asks #pearly family au #diluc x reader

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pearlofthesirens · 2 months

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OMG I LOVE YOUR FIC WITH VALERIA 🤩🤩🤩🤩 can you write some fluff with fem reader? Valeria and her girlfriend have a movie night after weeks of not seeing Val (she's a busy woman we understand) and Val is not 100% into it but she wants to see reader happy and in the middle of watching movie reader sees that Val fall asleep. A lot of cute stuff and maybe some sarcasm...obviously from Valeria. I'll be so happy to read this but if you don't like it it's totally fine 😘😘😘

Thank you 🖤

of course!! thank you so so much for submitting a request, i promise you will love this one <3

cw: tooth rotting fluff, slight spanish cursing, val being a tease and lots of happy gae moments

Valeria being a very busy lady, doesn't always get to spend quality time freely with you. Dates often get cancelled, "Stupid fucking gringos stepped in Las Almas again." and "Putamadre Alejandro!" were recurring words in your household during some of 'long' vacations she'd take only to leave for her work. She would always let you help her prepare herself for the upcoming missions, leaving after giving you the longest kiss full of love.

"Take care of yourself, okay chula? I've got men outside to protect you from any intruder, will be back soon."

It's one of those days you're sulking at home, watching a random cartoon movie in Spanish for no reason. The blanket was bunched at your thighs, the cushion of the couch dipped under your weight. A bowl of chips was present on the coffee table in front of you untouched, you refused to take a single bite. Nothing but Valeria's sweet smile was on your mind, oh how you missed her. If she were there, the movie would've been long forgotten and you two would've been busy cuddling.

You felt a tear roll down your cheeks. Solitude was really hitting you at that moment and you pulled the blanket around yourself, letting out a soft sob. The big house felt even bigger, and emptier without your lover there. You missed the times when the halls would echo with both of your laughter, fairy lights adorning the curtains as you two sat and watched the rain while cuddling with each other. You missed the times she would kiss you sweetly and call you hers, her fingertips tracing your lips. You missed everything about her. But your train of thoughts came to a halt when you felt a familiar hand on your head, ruffling your hair a little.

"Miss me, amorcito?"

Your head snapped back, eyes meeting with your girlfriend's. You could barely wipe your remaining tears away before she came round and sat beside you, using her thumbs to swipe them away.

"You cried, mi amor?"

You could only sniffle back as you wrapped your arms around her, pulling yourself closer. She gently rubbed your back, placing butterfly kisses on top of your head as you sobbed in her arms.

"Missed you so so much, Val. I thought..I thought I wouldn't be able to see you again."

"But I'm right here now, out of any trouble. Don't cry, mi vida. I'll make up for the missing time, I promise."

You pull your face away from her neck, letting her wipe away your tears before she pulled the blanket over both of you comfortably. Laying down on the couch, her hands crept up to yours and slowly pulled you down so you'd lay on top of her. Your head immediately met with the softness of her chest as her hands kneaded your ass, a teasing smirk on her face before her eyes turned to the TV screen.

"Coco, really? You were watching a kid's movie?"

"But it's nice."

"Being childish, are we?"

"You still love me."

Her hearty laugh made your heart increase its pace, her husky voice tickling your ear as she brought herself closer.

"Mierda, of course I do. So much that I'd watch a stupid movie for you."

Her hands slowly pulled the blanket over you two, arms trapping you as you placed your head on her chest. Your eyes followed the TV screen, watching the movie as Valeria's chest heaved in and out. The way she breathed calmed you down and you weren't upset anymore. your fingers gently fidgeted with her shirt, eyelids getting heavy. Turning to face Valeria with a yawn, you called out her name.

"Love, wanna sleep."

"Val."

"Val?"

The lack of response had your eyes wide open, and you met with the loveliest thing you would ever witness. Your girlfriend had fallen asleep with you on top of her, yet one of her hands still stayed on your ass. With a small smile, you raised your head and placed a soft kiss on her lips before switching the TV off. Her arms held you tightly in her sleep as you snuggled closer, nuzzling in her chest happily. At the end of the day, Valeria not only cares about you but also makes up for the time when she's not present, even if it means letting you lay on her chest while watching kid's movies.

(not proofread!!)

#pearly venus asks #valeria garza #valeria mw2 #valeria x reader #valeria cod #valeria x fem!reader #valeria wlw #wlw #wlw fanfic #valeria fluff

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genericpuff · 9 months

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I love that you're acknowledging other religions, but this got me thinking, just how often do stragglers come into Hades' realm and what sort of relationship does he have with other death deities (Hel, Anubis, etc...), if at all?

In terms of Hades' line of work, it's not frequent that it happens, but it usually happens often enough that they have an entire department at the Underworld Corp. designed to deal with them and get them pointed in the right direction :> He doesn't have much of a relationship with gods from the other pantheons, nor does anyone really, as it's typically agreed upon as a mutual form of respect to not overstep into other pantheon's territories. The Greeks don't tell the Norse how to do their jobs, that sort of thing, they all mind their own businesses and let the mortals do the interweaving. Their pantheons tend to directly cross over the most when there are stragglers.

But when it comes to the afterlife worldbuilding as a whole within Rekindled, a combination of different factors (or lack thereof) can affect what afterlife someone may go to, accidentally or with intention. The usual way is to just end up in the afterlife of the territory you dwell in and aligned with the gods you worship (so if you're Greece, you end up in the Underworld). Some people will grow up a part of one culture and then end up in the afterlife of another because they practiced a religion that was separate from their own culture's primary religion (ex. if someone born in Egypt practiced Christianity). If they're not strongly spiritual themselves and don't align with any one religion or pantheon, sometimes they'll end up in the afterlife of whatever religion/spirituality their parent(s) practiced. Or, sometimes it can go beyond the spiritual - like if one dies on another culture's grounds (say if they were in Greece and took a trip to Sweden and either decided to stay permanently or died before they made it back to Greece) that could also result in them ending up in an afterlife they weren't expecting.

some people don't get an afterlife at all.

There are also... other fun ways for the afterlives to converge, but I'd rather show y'all that then tell you when we meet two other stragglers who are gonna make a little appearance. They'll just be a brief cameo, not an ongoing thing like Asmund the Viking, but I still love the idea of them ending up in the Underworld because it just makes so much sense for them to wind up in the wrong place LOL

#a greek hellenist walks up to the pearly gates #'you're not the big bearded cloud guy i'm looking for'#lore rekindled #lore rekindled comic #lore rekindled ama #ama #ask me anything #anon ask me anything #anon ama

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sdwolfpup · 5 months

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For the Festive Fic prompts, I'd love to see what you do with 14 or 17!

14. family invites a rival/enemy/the boss to a Christmas party/vacation

"What is she doing here?" Jaime hisses to Tyrion as they stand in the receiving line at their father's annual Christmas party. It's always an overblown affair: everyone dressed up like they're about to meet the Queen, the abuse of gold-plated decorations, the persistent jazzy Christmas music soundtrack, and dear god the garlands. It's like a forest exploded all through the house.

Normally, Jaime finds the whole thing tedious and boring and he and Tyrion skip out halfway through to go get drunk on Tywin's most expensive liquor that gets trickier to find every year. The old man hasn't outwitted them on hiding places yet, but it was a near thing last year.

Jaime expects this year to be different, though, because there, large as life, is Brienne Tarth hovering at the end of the receiving line, her hulking shoulders hunched, the austere black of whatever dress she's wearing doing her no favors. She looks like she's at a funeral, not a Christmas party.

Which would suit the dour, frustratingly stubborn woman that is his primary rival in the world of high-end real estate.

"I can't see who you mean but based on the venom in your tone, I suspect you mean Ms. Tarth," Tyrion drawls. "She's here because Father invited her."

"What?" Jaime turns on his brother, completely ignoring the councilmember just holding his hand out to be shaken. "Why?"

Tyrion takes the councilman's empty hand and pumps it aggressively, wishing him a Merry Christmas before turning back to Jaime. "Because he wants to hire her," he says like Jaime's being especially obtuse.

Jaime stares at the woman creeping closer in the line. "But she works for the Starks. She hates us."

"She hates you," Tyrion says cheerfully, taking over for Jaime as he ignores two more people in line to glare at Brienne. "The rest of us she's neutral about."

Jaime scoffs. "That's only because she hasn't met you yet."

Tyrion kisses the hand of a woman and Jaime watches her laugh prettily. His brother lifts his brow smugly. "I'm very charming, Jaime. I'll bet you a case of that scotch we had last year that I can get her to be my friend before you."

The music dips for a moment and Jaime hears Brienne saying, "Merry Christmas" to one of the many Lannister Realty employees down the line from him. Her voice is soft and almost sweet--nothing like she sounds whenever he has the misfortune of talking with her.

"I'm not taking that bet. She'd befriend you just to spite me," he grouses. He shakes a few more hands without really seeing any of the people in front of him, too busy keeping an eye on Brienne's progress as she makes her way.

He can tell the moment she notices him in line, because all of the ease and shyness drains out of her and she straightens, lifting her head like a bear that's just spotted a threat.

Good, he thinks, meeting her gaze with a cool smile. Best she know what's waiting for her if she's considering this.

Jaime's flooded with anxious energy waiting for the line to hurry and deposit her before him and then it finally does. Up close, the black dress turns out to be shorter than he'd thought, and her very long legs stick out of it thick trunks. Her arms and shoulders--her best features, in his opinion--are covered, but an alarmingly broad swatch of her pale, freckled chest is bare except for a jeweled, golden sword hanging from a delicate necklace chain. It looks incongruous, the fragility of the links against the ropey tendons of her neck, like a trail of kisses against her skin.

Jaime blinks and jerks back. "Tarth," he greets her, folding his hands behind his back. "Did you get lost on the way to the Stark holiday party? Or are you hoping to actually enjoy expensive food at a work function for once?"

She grimaces, a familiar look on her wide face. "Lannister." She shoves her hand out at him as though a parent is standing behind her and forcing her to do so. He looks down at it, the wide span of her palm, the mountainous knuckles, and marvels again this woman is as successful a realtor as he is when he looks like he does and she looks like this.

Her hand hangs between them for a long moment before he finally takes it, feels the sting as she squeezes more than is polite. He hides a grunt and squeezes back, enjoys the way her eyes narrow and she puts even more strength into it, a vise slowly crushing the bones of his hand. He returns it, the two of them locked in an escalating battle of pain until Tyrion clears his throat.

"If you two are done trying to rip each others hands off, you're holding up the line." He sounds richly amused and Jaime realizes that the line has bunched up behind Brienne and there's a large space between her and the people ahead of her now.

She yanks her hand away and Jaime is oddly delighted by the stripes of red that flood over her cheeks like fingerpaint. He's less delighted by the way his hand is throbbing. He sees her flex her hand at her side and hopes he gave as good as he got, because he's convinced he'll have bruises in the morning.

"Enjoy the party, Tarth," Jaime tells her as she hurriedly shakes Tyrion's hand and mumbles Christmas wishes. "I don't expect you'll be invited back next year."

Her eyes skate back to him, blue and cold as the ice in the middle of a glacier. "That's because I'll be in the receiving line ahead of you."

Tyrion hoots with laughter because the best realtor gets the dubious honor of being here at the end of the line nearest Tywin and the leadership team.

Brienne's already hurried too far to make a comeback worth it, or even audible, and Jaime swears he won't have a single drink tonight until he's driven Brienne Tarth from the grounds, or at least from his father's perspective employment.

(Festive prompts here)

#jaime x brienne #my fic #festive prompts #asks answered #pearly--rose #this could have gone another 10k easily lol #have to stop somewhere #(spoiler alert: they end up fighting for best realtor and then fall in love and they stand there together next year bc they're engaged)#(the end)

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pearlypairings · 5 months

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pt x ot au pretty please!

Oooh yes! This is like my self-indulgent lil baby wip! As I’m having fun with new tropes/challenges, how could I ignore a physical therapist Steve Harrington and occupational therapist Chrissy falling in love??

I used to work in outpatient therapy and I would LOVE to write a friends/coworkers to lovers for steve x chrissy as young adults instead of HS students. This setting would give me all the warm and fuzzies as they both get to help others in their career AND are still growing as people. Plus all the dopey pining and workplace drama are just the sprinkles on top.

The only snippet I have is a bit of banter:

“Your chewing is going to drive me absolutely bonkers. Would you at least tone it down?” Steve smirked at Chrissy, mouth finally closing to chew his microwaved leftovers at the break table. He swallowed, the motion of his throat overdramatic and conspicuous enough to be blindingly obvious that it was malicious compliance.

wip title ask game

#ask pearly #pearly answers #therapy world au #healthcare is insane #but it's fun for fic!#steve x chrissy #cheerscoops #haircheer #stranger things fanfic

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ittybittypearlygirly · 10 months

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*puts donnie the axolotl on your head* "hes your now, take care of him"

(Some propaganda for you :>)

Donnie the axolotl will be loved and cared for 'til the end of time, thank you!!

#ask pearly #pearlys art #oc #kitty kuro #cruilty-ink #so cute thank u v much #sorry answers have been so slow!! life is INSANE right now haha #more on the way!

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satomikristen · 1 month

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"Hey! Five burgers, please!"

#art #my art #drawing #ace attorney #maya fey #pearl fey #“my cousin asked for 5 burgers”#said maya fey #pearly #pearls #is shocked and confused #cousins #silly billy sketches #sketch

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babamxs · 6 months

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still thinking about that time when Phoenix said that prosecutors were the opposite of a lawyer. because their job is to put people in jail. phoenix honey prosecutors still fall under the 'lawyer' umbrella

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #ace attorney justice for all #hhhh case 2-2 #pearly asked what a lawyer was and im not quite sure that he knows what a lawyer is either

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misspearly1 · 1 year

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Kinda loving 31 & 68 of the smut prompts for our baby Joel of course 🤤

Holy. Fucking. Shit. 🤤 I'm loving these! 😈

Alright, listen closely. I've been burnt out on smut because of kinktober - understandably, it was a whole month riding the smut train - but these prompts? ESPECIALLY NO. 68?? Omg. Chy, your first request has left me complete mess. Kinktober is to blame also, but these two prompts you've chosen for Joel pair so well and I've mentioned to you before about how much I love ✨performing ✨ so prompt no.68 was just perfectly bringing me out of feeling burnt out and feeding my kinks!

If you have anything that you'd like me to write for, don't hesitate to send them in, my love. My inbox is still open for more Requests with Supplied Prompts and they're still open for general requests too! I love you so much for sending this in. I needed this smut for Joel. 🥰❤️

Play With You

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI! Established Relationship. Joel playing the gee-tar. Fluff to start off with then Smut. Lots of detailing on Joel's manhood. Oral Sex (M receiving). Deep throating. Gagging. Choking. Dirty Talk. Praise Kink. Mentions of Sex. Hints of Dominant Joel. Reader being a big tease.

Prompts: “But baby, I want to play with you.” // “Kneel”

It’s just so beautiful to sit and watch Joel play the guitar; losing himself to the song as he moves his head or taps his foot to the beat. The sweet melodic riffs he creates are euphonious to your ears and his deep mellifluous singing voice is soothing.

You never grow tired of watching him each and every time he reaches for his six string. It’s a similar feeling Joel gets when watching you get dressed for special occasions, starting with gazing at you in the shower, then applying body lotion all over your skin before sitting in front of the mirror to watch you doll up your face and hair a little. The man loves it. There’s just something so sexy about you getting dressed that turns him on.

Sitting on the back porch this evening however, you’re the one who is left feeling horny as you watch him pick away at his guitar and forget about the world all around him when closing his eyes. He and you built some decking out here last year, creating a little comfortable out-door area for you to relax and unwind after a long day. Joel and his brother Tommy did most of the heavy lifting of course, but Maria helped you with the decorations, the painting and adding the little homey touches.

With two half circle sofas placed around a fire pit that is built into the middle of the decking, you sit opposite Joel and bask in the harmonious sound of his voice humming with the tune of his guitar. It’s peaceful and transcendent, inducing a soporific effect as your eyes become heavy with the need to sleep. You lay back against the sofa, lifting your legs up off the floor and tucking them under a blanket to keep warm. A third glass of wine held in your hands that’s almost finished, you take one more drink and place it down to the small square table, crafted by Joel’s bare hands.

Occasionally you have requests and ask him to play some oldies, songs that you miss from back in the day, but tonight he hums the words of a song from his own creation. Just one song that he’s written multiple of so far. This is a new one, though. You don’t recognise the tune, but you love it nonetheless. Watching him attentively through half-lidded eyes, you watch his face soften and the smile appear on his lips, resonating self-pride.

Muscles flexing in his arms gradually relaxing as the song nears its end, you wait till he finally opens his eyes and re-joins this plane of existence before whispering compliments. “I love it, handsome,” You beam, the audible level of your voice matching the tranquillity hanging in the air. “You got another hit song in the works there, I see.”

“I don’t know if it’ll reach the top ten charts,” Joel jokes, returning the playful remarks while also keeping his voice low, “But thank you, darlin’. It’s a work in progress and-” His cheeks blush as his smile grows bigger, “-And it’s actually a song I’ve written for you.”

“It is?” You ask, surprised, and he nods seriously, still with a big smile on his face. “Wow. Thank you, babe. I’m honoured.” You hold a hand to your chest, just over your heart as you express a look of gratitude and appreciation. “Play it again for me?” You request, to which he sighs and clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth with a shake of his head. “Actually, I had something else in mind, darlin’,” He says.

“Oh yeah. Like what?” You ask curiously, recognising that hint of seduction in his husky voice and when he lays his guitar down, you see the tent growing in his slacks. A pulse in your heat sets the mood instantly from the sight, flooding your bloodstream with desire and passion.

“I could play your song again,” Joel rises from the sofa and the hardness inside his jeans becomes more visible from this angle, “But baby, I want to play with you.” He says with a little growl emanating from his throat before walking around the firepit to stand over you. “Can I play with you instead, sweetheart?”

“Shit,” You gasp softly, arousal evident in your tone as you sit up straight, “Keep talking like that and you can have anything you want, sexy,” You bite your bottom lip while looking directly into his eyes, your neck craned backwards a little from this position. You love it, love when Joel looks down at you like this, and with your offer, you can already guess what he really wants.

“Anything, babydoll?” He asks just to be sure and when you nod, darting your eyes to his crotch then back to his face, the man smirks. “Kneel,” He jerks his chin outwards with demand, “Kneel and keep your eyes on me, Y/N.”

You do as the man says eagerly, slipping off the edge of the sofa and dropping to your knees in front of him while maintaining his line of sight exactly like he asked you to. He loosens up his belt just enough to pull down his jeans and let his hardened cock spring free, audibly slapping against his lower stomach that makes his mouth fall open slightly from the sensation. You love looking up at him from this position, love taking him inside of your mouth from this position, it gives you a clear view of his handsome face change with satisfaction. And that’s rewarding in itself.

Though, a struggle that you always face in performing oral is not knowing where to look sometimes as his face is just as beautiful as his manhood. You want to look into his deep brown eyes, darkened with lust and desire, but you also want to look at his dick and admire the way it looks so utterly desperate for your warm mouth. The tip reddened and angry, leaking with pebbles of his seed, the vein along the underside of his cock was prominent, pulsing with sheer need to release a hot load down your throat.

Being circumcised, the little slit in the tip of his cock is where you like to give the most attention to. The head of his dick is bulbous and sensitive, so sensitive that sometimes you don’t even have to take him all, just sucking the tip softly can make him fall apart. And his balls. Oh, his balls are your favourite. They’re so full and swollen, drooping slightly with the weight of his cum stored inside.

You like the size, width and angle of his dick. It’s perfect in every aspect. The length, a comfortable six inches, the width, girthy from the tip to base and the angle of his cock points upwards, thus causing sex to be incredible as he manages to touch your g-spot every time without even trying to. Joel not only keeps a pleasant amount of hair down here, but he keeps it tidy and in control too.

You like the way his trail of hair begins between his clavicles, leading down and spreading across his chest evenly with a little over his stomach before growing hairier on his abdomen. You like the way it tickles when you take him whole and bury your nose into his mound. Everything about his manhood is sexy, his body is muscular and buff, manly, and his thighs are your leverage. The meaty flesh you hang onto tightly when he sometimes decides to take over and fuck your mouth. You like when he does that.

And that is the struggle you sometimes face, spending more time admiring him in his nude form than actually touching him. You can’t help but love the way he looks, especially when he just steps out of a warm shower and his skin glistens. You love adoring him with either your eyes, your hands or your mouth. Besides, he knows how much you like to look, and he loves that you do. The look in your eyes always strikes the man with confidence, making him feel irresistibly attractive.

However, the equivalent of you feeling a pulse in your cunt is his cock twitching with a need to be caressed delicately by your tongue. And that’s exactly what snaps you out of your ogling. You tear your eyes away from his manhood and look up at his face again, your chest filling with warmth and love at his pretty eyes blown wide with carnal desire. You don’t waste any more time than what you already have and lean in to hold the base of him firmly, your sweet doe-like eyes remaining glued to his as you open your mouth immodestly.

You smile at him when dragging your tongue from the base to tip, tracing along the prominent vein that draws out the softest gasp as his mouth opens with anticipation for more. Which you give, and then some. You take the head of him inside your mouth, swirling your wet tongue around so tenderly, just the way he likes it. The rewarding faces he pulls spurs you on to rotate your wrist while taking him inside halfway. Sucking as you move back and forth, you see the struggle that he goes through every time you get on your knees like this, and it’s to keep looking down at you when all the man wants is to throw his head back in bliss.

You love it no matter what he does. Seeing him so satisfied is your pleasure and just because you love pleasuring him so much, you remove your hand from his cock and hold onto his thigh instead, burying your nose into the hairs on his mound with an audible gag. You hold yourself there for as long as you can before tearing your head back, leaving a trail of saliva leading from your mouth to his cock as you gasp for air.

“Drives me crazy when you do that, doll,” He grunts, jaw clenching as he guides himself back inside your mouth. “Lemme hear it again,” He says before surging forward, relishing in the sounds of you choking around him as he hits the back of your throat. “That’s it, atta girl.” He praises before pulling back to set a comfortable pace where you can time your breaths between each thrust.

Filling your mouth completely with his cock each and every time, all you could do was hum and moan around him as he holds your head with both hands, keeping you exactly where he wants you to be. You look up and see the muscles in his stomach tense, the expression on his face tightening as he fights to keep his eyes open. His eyes that were so lost in ecstasy as he rambled. “Mouth is so warm, darlin’. So warm and wet, just like your pretty little pussy,” He gasps and groans needily, desperate to release, “gonna take my load like a good girl then I’ll fuck you over to the sofa, yeah?” He asks even though he already knows your answer is yes, but just to be sick and twisted, he yanks your head back to hear you say it.

“Yes, Joel. Yes baby, yes. Give it to me,” You plead and whine, opening your mouth to take him back inside with a few more thrusts before he spills. Joel bunches your hair up into a ponytail, gripping tightly as he pulls you in and keeps you in place, listening to a mixture of sounds of you gulping and gagging. You take his plentiful load like a champ, ignoring the ache in your jaw and the discomfort of struggling to breathe. The tears sting your eyes as they roll your cheeks before it inevitably becomes too much and you tap out, slapping his thigh twice.

“Shit,” He chokes out a broken moan, pulling back to look down at your pretty face, your eyes red and blotchy as you try to catch your breath, gasping and heaving. For a moment, the man worried he took it too far, but when you looked up and met eyes, a smile appeared on your lips, one that speaks of mockery and tease for even thinking that you couldn’t handle his rough actions. “Jesus Christ,” He shakes his head at you, as if he were angry or disappointed, but he smiles too, “Playing a dangerous game teasing me like that. Fuck! Want me to play rough, huh?”

“I told you, Joel.” You laugh sadistically as he holds your jaw firmly, “You can have anything you want if ya keep talking to me like that. And I see what you want, baby. I see it in those eyes…” You moan pathetically, tempting those dominant desires of his. “...Fuck me like you really want to.”

“Oh, I intend to, darlin’,” He growls with a wild expression, “Right after you choke on my cock one more time.”

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