Ppl like to make reminders at how soft Keith can be and that’s great but I think the real reminder some of you guys need is that Keith is also gruff, hot headed, impulsive and a boyish boy.
He likes the outdoors because they are quiet. He is quiet himself. He lived alone in a desert shack for a year, organizing information that he was instinctually drawn to find. He explored caves and studied ancient carvings. He’s instinctive and daring and wears a cropped sports jacket and has a mullet and uses phrases like “right on the money”
When no one is trying to rile him up he’s calm or neutral in character. His input is rational and logical, sometimes to the point of sounding insensitive. He’s socially awkward and sarcastic but never violent to his teammates. Most of the time when he’s teased he doesn’t even throw insults back, just defends himself. Sometimes he doesn’t even try to verbally defend himself.
So what I’m saying is: Keith is not a provocative feminine emo boy thirsting after boy love.
Keith is not a cold-hearted violently explosive asshole that will beat innocents half to death behind an Arby’s.
literally they begin with evie saving his life, like this ship began with girl saves boy and rick admits that’s the entire reason he goes on the adventure at all
lots of longing gazes
bANTER BANTER BANTER BANTER THE ONLY THING THAT SCARES ME MR O’CONNELL ARE YOUR MANNERS
the formal way they address each other, “mr o’connell” “evelyn”
TEAMWORK!!!!! ships that work together as a team are legit wonderful
basically every little thing evie does that wouldn’t be considered “becoming”
for a woman at that time, rick is very into. racing a camel? rick is
down. describe mummification with gross specifics? rick is very into it.
and then he steals nice tools for her which is basically the most romantic thing you could give evelyn carnahan as a present
“i… am a librarian” rick is aroused
when he helps her off the ground and very gently checks to make sure she
isnt hurt and basically casually holds her like wtf kind of romantic
bullshit is this
rick loses his shit any time evie might get hurt
like they have to hOLD HIM BACK when she goes with imhotep
“if they make me a mummy you’re the first one i’m coming after”
THEY ALWAYS HOLD HANDS WHEN RUNNING AWAY FROM DANGER
their kiss has a smiley NOSE RUB like kill me i hate them
they cuddle on a fucking camel
in the mummy returns:
A MARRIED SHIP THAT HAS BEEN TOGETHER FOR TEN YEARS, HAS A CHILD, AND IS STILL COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY FULL OF LOVE AND SUPPORT
like these assholes have been together for a decade and still make out constantly
WHEN THEY DEFEAT THE MUMMIES ON THE BUS LEGIT EVIE CROOKS HER DAMN FINGER AT HIM LIKE THEY ARE SO TURNED ON BY ALMOST DYING THAT IS BASICALLY THEIR KINK
they compromise and still work as a team so well!! they know when to do it evie’s way and when to do it rick’s way
like he hands her a gun and she nods and they basically practice how to fight at home right? they have to. they choreograph this shit.
they still banter and tease each other and it is full of so much fucking affection, gag me now
THEY JUST LIKE HOLD EACH OTHER A LOT ITS LOVELY
i dont support evie’s temporary death but also brendan fraser is literally the only man actually acting in that scene and it hurts my heart to even consider rick living without evie like that man thinks screaming AHHH at mummies will make a difference, how would he even function
just like a lot of hardcore risking their lives for each other
“do you want to know what heaven looks like?” “nope would rather make out on this blimp pls”
those are the only two mummy movies nothing else exists sorry
Does everyone else here agree that Draco Malfoy is the biggest sap of all
time and probably has Mr. Draco Potter written all over his textbooks? And
he surrounds them in little love hearts that he has enchanted to animate so
they pulse like mini beating hearts. And he thinks nobody knows, because just
the thought of him and Potter is utterly ridiculous. Who would think such a
thing? But it’s so OBVIOUS. Because we’re talking every second page of EVERY
textbook he owns.
And Pansy has to take him aside one day and be like, “You need to calm the
fuck down on the hearts or at least cast a disillusionment charm on them before
a Gryffindor sees and tells your lover boy.” And Draco, blushing like a
motherfucking fire engine, gets so embarrassed that he throws all his books
down the toilet (because a vanishing spell just isn’t dramatic enough for Draco
My father will hear about this
Malfoy). But he forgets his old friend Myrtle lives in the s bend, and isn’t so
fond of being hit in the head by heavy textbooks.
So, she gets her revenge by delivering all of Draco Malfoy’s wet textbooks
to the very person he never ever wanted to see them: Harry fucking Potter. At
first Harry’s a little skeptical of the pile of dripping books left on his
bedside table, but being the curious fool he is (and Hermione not being around
to remind him the books could easily be cursed), he opens the first one to find
Mr. Draco Potter written in elegant,
cursive hand surrounded by a tacky (but adorable) beating heart. And the same
thing in the next book. And the book after that. And every book there after.
Draco is minding his own business in Potions the next day when none other
than Harry Potter sits down next to him. Which is surprising but nothing compared
to what he does next. “I think you misplaced this,” he says and hands over a Potions
book. Draco looks at it and horror and then up at Harry Potter’s face. Which is
smiling. And not in the way that could be construed as teasing. But perhaps a
genuine smile. Which is not possible.
But Draco is too embarrassed to look at Potter any more so he diverts his
attention to the textbook in front of him. It’s his, alright. And looking
pretty worse for wear after its trip down the s bend. His only hope is that
perhaps this book isn’t as bad as the rest. Perhaps Potter didn’t even see any love
hearts. Perhaps…well, Draco doesn’t really believe it but he’s desperate. He
has to remind himself how bad the damage really is, so he opens the first page.
And there, underneath Draco’s neat scrawl, in the most hideous handwriting
Draco Malfoy has ever seen, is Mr. Harry
in the trailer, peter saying “i’m sorry” isn’t becuase he’s dying and feels like he’s failed tony. it’s because he can’t fight anymore and feels like he’s failed tony. do you guys remember in civil war when peter was slightly injured tony was just like “yoU’RE DONE!!! YOU’RE GOING HOME!!! I’M CALLING AUNT MAY!!!” peter had a black eye, maybe a minor concussion at the most, but tony is so protective over him that even the slightest injury is a big deal. he sees peter as his son and the thought of losing him terrifies him. what i think is happening in that scene is peter is badly injured and can’t go on and tony has to send him home. peter feels guilty that he can no longer be apart of the war and you cannot convince me otherwise.
A/N: This is 100% because of the video that came out. The second I saw him playing the drums again, my mind immediately went to sin. I MEAN FUUUCK LOOK AT THIS GIF PEOPLE, HOW CAN IT NOT? Also, thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for keeping me sane throughout the writing process of this fic. Love you so much! 💖
Fuck, I moaned internally as I watched him lick his plump lips in pure concentration, an immediate ache already rushing to my core just at the sight of Dylan’s sinful tongue.
His fingers were curled around the drumsticks and his muscles were flexed against his biceps with each movement he made as he played the drums in front of me. It took every piece of discipline I had in me to continue playing my saxophone and not toss it on the ground just to throw myself at him. Dylan had such an effect on me that I was constantly turned on whenever I was around him — and he doesn’t even have to do much to get me worked up. Just the way he is can get me easily horny alone.
It all started the night we first created this blues band. He was the drummer we recruited along with his friends Thomas and Dexter for strings and vocals. The three were undoubtedly talented and the perfect additions to our band, but Dylan… he was the perfect addition to my body. That first night the entire band partied to celebrate the arrivals and drinks were the main theme. One thing led to the other and, the next thing I knew, I was rushed into the nearest bathroom and being pushed up against the closed door. Dylan’s calloused hands gripping my leg and hitching it across his waist as he pounds into me mercilessly, fucking me so hard that I couldn’t walk the next day.
His eyes looked up at me for the slightest second and I could see the small smirk dangling from the corner of his lips, my breath hitching in my throat and disrupting my saxophone playing. Dylan noticed the way his smirk made me feel the need to press my thighs together and decided to play even dirtier by winking. I immediately moaned which came out as a strangled note from my instrument. The entire band looked at me with judgemental eyes at my horrid playing, but I was too busy focusing on Dylan chuckling lowly to himself.
“Alright!” I frustratedly shouted, surprising everyone in the studio. “Can we just please take a break from jamming right now? We’ve been at this for hours!”
Our vocalist shrugged carelessly and looked to his fellow bandmates, all shrugging as well before Tommy spoke up. “I guess we should. Maybe we can get something to eat?”
“Yes!” Dexter sat up from his stool, smacking his hands together. “Let’s go to that restaurant we had dinner at yesterday! They had the fucking best chicken fried rice.”
Everyone else agreed, each sharing the food they desperately wanted to eat there again. Well, all except for Dylan and I who were too busy staring at one another, lust burning our pupils to the point of no return. His eyes dipped for the slightest second to rake all over my body, gazing at the low-cut in my crop top before his eyes returned to mine with a cocky grin now invading his pink lips.
“You know, I think we should play our song one more time.” Dylan spoke up, his eyes never leaving me. My own narrowed, immediately understanding how much he still wanted to tease me. “To get it perfect before we officially record it.”
Again, everyone shrugged and agreed with his suggestion. Usually, I love how open they all are for anything but not today, not when I desperately want to feel Dylan’s dick twitching inside of me again as it quickly rubs against my tight walls.
“No, I think we should eat.” I counterparted, pulling the strap of the saxophone off my neck and placing the instrument in its case. “We need the break.”
“Maybe you need the break, kitten.” He raised an eyebrow tauntingly. “I mean, you do seem tense. What’s gotten you all worked up?”
The glare I gave him was nothing short of intense and full of raging fire. He and I both knew what he was doing, especially since he used that damn nickname that did inexplicable things to me. The entire band’s eyes were fixed on me and Dylan used the opportunity to run his fingers over his scruff as he winked yet again, fully aware of his power against me.
Fine then, two can play at this game.
“Having to constantly blow.” I retorted and it was my turn to smirk when his eyes widened. “The instrument, I mean.”
“Well I think you blow just perfectly.”
I was certainly glad that everyone else in the room was terrible at picking up on our innuendos and the incredibly strong sexual tension between Dylan and I. We haven’t exactly told anyone about us yet — mainly because we don’t even know if there is an us. We’ve been hooking up whenever it was convenient but with Dylan’s crazy schedule, it’s been pretty hard to maintain a physical relationship let alone possibly start an emotional one.
“Just one more?” Dylan teased and my mind immediately went to all of the times I begged him to quit pleasuring me when I was already so overstimulated, but he just kept going at it. “And then, I’ll- we’ll stop.”
“Just. One. More.” I stated through clenched teeth.
Picking up my instrument again, Dylan’s eyes were hooked on me as I licked my lips and wrapped them around the tip of my saxophone. The rest of the band members prepared themselves again and Dylan tapped his drumsticks three times to indicate the starting tempo. As soon as he was finished, we were all off and the song started playing beautifully. Despite not missing and mistaking a single note, Dylan and I focused on each other instead of our instruments. The walls of the studio were shaking at how loudly he was playing, each bang vibrating through the floor and into my body. It only made the aching in my core grow even more uncomfortable as it vibrated my cunt, forcing me to hold back any moan I wanted to release.
I watched as his head nodded along with the rhythm he created, his knees bouncing up and down as his feet continuously slammed on the bass pedal to carry the entire beat of the song. I hated to admit it, but our music would be nothing without Dylan’s talented drum skills. He was undoubtedly enjoying himself, the melody completing taking over his body… except for the eyes boring into mine that is.
Fuck, it should be illegal to look that fucking good playing the drums.
I thanked the Lord when the song was finally over and I managed to play every single note without letting Dylan distract me, despite almost falling prey to him many times. He put the drumsticks down on the floor and picked up the green bottle of beer from it instead, his lips pouting as he took a long sip. I was practically drooling at the sight of his adam’s apple moving up and down as he swallowed the bitter liquid. Everyone else, including me, put their instruments away for the time being.
“Time for grub!” Dexter celebrated and the entire room boomed with laughter at his excitement for food. Normally, I would be right there with him but at this moment all I could truly focus on were the way Dylan’s eyes were calling me.
“You guys go ahead.” Dylan stated, standing up. “I think I’d rather eat Chipotle.”
“You sure?” Tommy asked, everybody already at the door. “You should come eat with us so you’re not alone.”
“He won’t be alone. I’ll go with him.” I spoke up, clearing my throat. “Gotta have those delicious chicken cutlets.”
“Suit yourselves.” He shrugged, guiding everyone out of the studio and closing its door behind them.
It was as if the second that door sealed shut, every bit of sexual tension we were trying to keep to ourselves was released out into the air. Just the thought of what was undeniably about to happen next made my pulse accelerate, my heart pounding against my chest. I wasn’t the only one effected as I watched Dylan take slow steps towards me as if I were a magnet pulling him in closer and closer. He was practically undressing me with his eyes and usually I would blush at such a forward act, but now right now. Right now, all I want him to do is give into the lustful things his eyes are telling me.
“So,” I broke the silence, my breath unstable as he finally reached me and placed his hand on the small of my back. His lips brushing against my neck, making goosebumps cover my skin. “How about we go eat take out?”
“No, kitten.” He whispered, my body shivering at the feeling of his lips touching my ear. “I’d rather eat you out, instead.”
Dylan’s mouth immediately moved to mine and he crashed his lips against my own. I couldn’t help but moan into our sudden kiss, throwing my arms around his neck. His skillful lips meshed with mine in such a fiery and passionate pace, he almost made me lose my balance. My hands didn’t just remain on his neck as he successfully seduces me, but ventured over his back and explored the amazing feeling of his flexed muscles pressed against my palm. Our breaths mingled before Dylan licked my bottom lip with his tongue and I instinctively opened it for his tongue to have its very welcome entrance. I could taste the alcohol in his mouth along with the mint from his toothpaste and all of my senses were heightened, begging for more of him.
I broke the kiss, but he chose to continue teasing me as his lips moved to my jaw then my neck. Not even bothering to hide the fact that he was currently creating a purple bruise on my skin with his smooth assaults. My fingers gripped onto his back, my nails digging into our band’s t-shirt. He chuckled on my neck and I instantly whimpered at the resonance.
“Please, I have been unbelievably horny since the moment you walked through that door today.” I moaned. “Just fucking do something already.”
“Patience, kitten.” Dylan retorted, his fingers moving to the hem of my high-waisted skirt just to tease me. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“Not when their friends will be back soon.” I mewled.
“Honestly, they could walk in on us fucking and I wouldn’t even stop.” Dylan nibbled on my ear. “Now, kitten, tell me all of the things you want my mouth to do to you. Teach me your favorite places.”
“You already know my favorite places, Dylan.” I responded and definitely didn’t miss the cocky grin he played on my skin.
“Just because of that impeccable response I’ll give you want you want, babygirl.” He whispered huskily before moving his hands to the back of my knees and lifting me up.
This time I was the one who started the desperate kiss as he walked forwards, my back suddenly hitting the wall behind me. I lost my rhythm with his lips and failed to remain the dominant one when his hands massaged the back of my thighs, sparking more desire throughout my entire body. Just as I was about to try and get my power back, Dylan unexpectedly broke our kiss. Our panting breaths hitting each other’s faces before he started to push me up. I looked at him with wide eyes, but allowed him to do whatever it is he’s planning to do. The next thing I know, I’m so high up that he wraps my legs around his neck.
With my legs dangling over his shoulders, Dylan moved one of his hands to my inner thigh and purposely drummed his fingers on my skin before reached the area closest to my core. I bucked my hips for him to do more and, to my surprise, he actually did. Dylan suddenly ripped apart the thong I wore and felt no remorse towards ruining something I owned, and, honestly, neither did I. I was so glad there finally wasn’t anything keeping him from touching me anymore that I didn’t even bother to think about the consequences.
“Fuck, you weren’t kidding about how horny you are.” Dylan chuckled, certainly staring at the arousal covering my cunt. My hips twitched the second his finger swiped through my slick folds and a shameless moan fell from my lips when he licked his wet finger with his tempting tongue. “God, kitten, you always taste so damn good.”
“P-Please.” I begged.
“Why are you in such a hurry?” Dylan smirked, nibbling my outer lips. “I know that I’m a drummer and I’m good with my hands, but damn kitten.”
“And I’m a saxophone player, I’m very good with my mouth.” I retorted, raking my fingers through his dark strands. “Which I’ll gladly use on you if you just give me what I want.”
“Well, you certainly have a way with words, babygirl.” He stated before finally doing what I wanted him to by swiping his tongue up my core, my vocal chords releasing the most animalistic moan the second the tip of his tongue touched my clitoris. “Damn, you sing the second I touch you.” He chuckled. “Kinda like playing the piano.”
“Then, play me.”
The last thing I saw was Dylan’s pupils dilate just before he dipped his head under the fabric of my skirt along with his hand and began his mind-boggling pleasure on my core. His tongue created fast and steady circles on my sensitive nub, immediate pleasure striking through my veins. However, my body buzzed intensely the moment he pushed a finger into my soaking heat and pumped it repeatedly. My eyes instantly shut tight and chose to only focus on the feelings he was creating inside of me.
I squirmed and my hips bucked involuntarily, my own fingers clutching onto his hair. He grunted at the harsh feeling and my lungs immediately gasped when the vibration of his voice rippled through my core and initiated the build up now invading me. I could feel my nipples hardening against the cheap fabric of my bra and I desperately wanted to pinch them in between my fingers — which is exactly what I did after I let go of him to rip apart my blouse along with my laced bra. Dylan couldn’t exactly see what I had just done, but he definitely put two and two together at the sound of the tearing fabric and didn’t hold back his moan. Letting what remained of my shirt and bra fall to the ground and playing with my nipples in my fingers, I felt as Dylan added another one of his in me. He increased the pressure and the pace, giving more power to my build up.
“F-Fuck, baby.” I moaned audaciously. “Just like that.”
He followed my request and continued moving his two fingers in my tight cunt rapidly, but his lips however wrapped around my clit. His tongue still licked and played with it as well, but now he had added his sinful mouth to the mix. My sensitive nub enjoyed the attention it was getting from Dylan, flashing pure thrill and bliss straight to my build up.
Carefully hearing out how responsive I was being, Dylan decided to do more when he knew I was ready for it. He scissored his two fingers inside of me and I screamed, my body already shaking with its arriving orgasm. Dylan’s addictive movements in my cunt only stopped right when he knew I was going to cum and curled the tips of his fingers against my walls instead, the perfect amount of pressure I needed to fall into my release.
I didn’t expect Dylan to stop as I came, but I certainly did expect him to when I finished. However, he did not halt his actions at all. In fact, Dylan only increased them. His hand removed itself from my core and returned its post on my thigh along with the other one. He pulled back from the wall and my own hands immediately flew to his hair for stability, but I didn’t make it in time. Although his grip on my thighs were incredibly strong enough and wouldn’t let me completely fall, I couldn’t help but squeal when the top half of my body dropped down, by back now resting on his legs.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get more intense, Dylan slipped his tongue into my cunt and I urgently wrapped my arms around the back of his knees. The new position enhanced everything he was doing to me, expanding my pleasure by one-hundred percent. I whimpered and mewled at Dylan’s invasive touch, considering how overstimulated I was. But, he didn’t stop his attempt at giving me more than one consecutive orgasm.
His tongue was deep in me, constantly brushing my g-spot, and he licked around my walls, definitely enjoying my taste by the way he moaned continuously along with me. My back arched and my legs shook again at the feeling of his tongue literally fucking me just as Dylan’s thumb applied unbelievable pressure on my incredibly swollen clitoris. Not only making me reach my orgasm and cum, but literally fucking gush. My immense arousal squirted out of my cunt, certainly soaking his entire face.
This time Dylan did stop, but only when he deemed ready. My core was throbbing intensely as he walked us over to his drumming bench and asked me to place my hands on them for him to pull my legs off of his shoulders and carefully settle them on the floor without the risk of hurting me nor letting me fall. Once he laid my legs on the ground, my butt involuntarily sitting down too, I watched with hooded eyes as he pulled his shirt off his body and used it wipe his face clean.
“Take your skirt off, kitten.” He commanded, unbuttoning his khakis and letting them drop to the floor.
“Yes, daddy.” I bit down on my lip, enjoying the view of him momentarily losing his shit at the nickname just as he stepped out of his pants pooling at his feet.
“Daddy, huh? Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier…” He smirked, taking taunting steps towards me. “Now, why don’t you kneel here in front of daddy?”
I didn’t say anything, I just changed my position to settle on my hands and knees and slowly crawled in his direction. The feeling of my skin scraping against the rug burned, but I chose to ignore it. I could see the huge bulge in his grey boxer-briefs create a wet stain with his increasing precum at how the sight turned him on beyond compare and it boosted me to sway my hips more, my confidence growing. Dylan’s hand moved down to his crotch and he slowly palmed himself over the fabric before becoming impatient and pulling down his boxers just enough to start touching himself. Immediate heat and lust rushed back to my core at the way he pumped his own dick, my mouth drooling at his actions.
Once I reached him, I placed my hands on his bare thighs to steady myself as I settled just on my knees, the rug digging into my skin. Our eyes were locked together, my mouth inching closer to his shaft. He didn’t stop masterbating even when I took his tip into my mouth and sucked profusely, his throat making its own strangled noises. My tongue licked the precum off of his slit and Dylan’s hips bucked, involuntarily pushing a little more of him inside my mouth. I swatted his hand away and he let both of his hands run through my hair as I took in as much of his cock as I could. Dylan gathered my hair together in a temporary ponytail and whilst my mouth bobbed his dick rapidly, my tongue would constantly graze against his prominent vein on the underside of his member.
“Shit, kitten.” Dylan moaned, bucking his hips faster. “Your talented lips feel so fucking good around my cock. Thank God you’re so invested in playing the saxophone.”
I moaned around his staff and he immediately growled at the intense vibration, his hand gripping tighter in my hair. Impatient with letting me be in control, Dylan pulled my hair back roughly, my head going along with it. Then he, suddenly, pushed my head right back to take him in again deeply — so deeply that his swollen tip lodged in the back of my throat. Dylan created this new pace where he would pull my hair to guide his dick in and out along with his thrusts. The stinging pain on my scalp from his harsh pulling did not overpower the lust inside of me and I willingly allowed Dylan to use my mouth as a damn fucktoy.
“Fuck me, babygirl.” He grunted before unexpectedly pulling me back and not letting me take him in my mouth anymore.
Suddenly, Dylan tore my grip away from his thighs and let my hair go. He took a step back, my palms immediately landing flat out on the floor to keep from falling. The strands of my hair swayed to the front of my face as he stepped out of his boxers and walked behind me. I heard him fall to his own knees and, without any warning, a loud sound of Dylan’s palm slapping against my skin echoed in the room along with the sound of my scream at the stinging pain of just getting spanked.
“God, I fucking love your ass.” Dylan confessed, sinking his teeth into my cheeks and letting go right after another scream escaped my lips.
“Jesus Christ, Dylan.” I grunted, already out of breath. “Just stop teasing and shove your dick inside of me already.”
“Did you just call me Dylan?” He tisked and I could picture him shaking his head. “You know that’s not what I want, babygirl. Which means I won’t give you want you want.”
“N-No, I’m sorry!” I whined. “Daddy, please.”
Dylan surprised me when he pushed just his tip inside of me, my core pulsing around him. However, he stopped teasingly and it drove me absolutely crazy. I tried bucking my hips back, but Dylan just grabbed my waist roughly and halted my attempts.
“Come on, daddy.” I whimpered at the feeling of his dick throbbing. “Just fuck me.”
“Like this?” Dylan asked, slowly pushing in until he was buried to the hilt before pulling back out at the same agonizing pace. He did this a few times and my body begged for more, not able to withstand the slow rate.
“Faster.” I begged impatiently. “You know how I like it rough.”
Dylan moaned at my commands, but continued his vehement torture anyway and I wasn’t having anymore of it. Bringing my hands back, I ripped Dylan’s off my waist and he almost lost his balance at my sudden movement. Pulling his dick out of me, I pushed him to lie down on the rug and threw my legs over his hips to straddle him. Both of my knees settled on the rug and Dylan’s eyes widened at me before they narrowed with a growing smirk.
“Damn-” He began to speak, but my finger flew to his lips and stopped him from continuing his sentence. His eyebrows quirked in curiosity and I simply gave him the most smug grin I could put together.
“I’m in charge now.”
Dylan’s dick twitched in between my thighs at my new confidence and his hands flew to my hips, allowing me to do whatever I damn pleased. I grabbed his shaft before positioning it at my entrance and sitting down on him until I felt his balls on my ass. His head instantly fell back to the ground, his eyes shutting tight. Thanks to how fucking wet I was from just having two orgasms (and counting), it wasn’t hard to glide him in and out of me. Both of our throats erupting into uncontrollable moans and neither one of us had the intention to stop.
My hands were splattered out on his chest, my nails raking down his skin and digging into it as his own fingers gripped my hips tightly to help guide me. I bounced up and down on his cock, the wet sound of skin meeting every time my cheeks came into contact with his balls. Dylan growled lowly whenever my nails created stinging shapes in his flesh. My build up returned stronger than ever, already licking at my veins. Dylan could sense how close I was from how I tightened around his shaft and his eyes opened, a sense of mischief pooling in them.
One of his hands made its way to our repeatedly connecting bodies and everything inside of me jerked the moment his fingers applied rough pleasure on my clit. A flash of heat spread through my body as I screamed, not able to hide how much I loved his addictive advances. However, it was when Dylan sat up and not only changed the angle but pushed me back a little so he could attach his mouth onto my breast that the build up won. My arms wrapped around his neck to keep some sort of balance as my body violently shook with its intense orgasm. I continued to bounce on his dick and Dylan grunted loudly when I clenched around it. His teeth bit my nipple harshly and I screamed, all of my senses dancing on the surface of my skin.
Even as my body fell limp and stopped moving, Dylan didn’t. His hand on my hips wrapped around my waist and elevated my body slightly before thrusting up into me. At this point, I couldn’t even control the overwhelming amount of screams falling from my lips along with his name.
“That’s right, kitten.” He managed to say through moans. “Scream my name and forget every other name that exists. I’m the only one that can fuck you like this.”
I felt that same flash of heat again, followed by another and another as he continued to thrust up into my g-spot, his cock rubbing so fucking deliciously against my tight walls that it made me want to cry. No crashing waves and no build up, this time a violent pleasure tore through me. A whiplash of ecstasy snapping at my clit and spreading everywhere. Dense streams of cum slithered down my legs and I noticed as it soaked him, dripping down his cock, covering his balls and pooling over his thighs.
His fingers changed its pace on my overly sensitive nub and I crashed again, falling deep into the abyss of euphoria. Each climax was unique and when the final one was drawn out of me, I actually cried — like literally. My tears rolled down my flushed cheeks. My lungs hurt at the lack of air. My throat was dry from screaming too much. My lips were raw from the insane amount of kissing and biting down on them. And every joint in my body ached.
When he noticed I couldn’t handle anymore, Dylan pulled himself out and laid me down on the floor. I was completely out of breath and unable to move my body, but I still watched with hooded eyes as he crawled over me. Each of his knees settling beside my shoulders, his hands moving down to my head and grabbing my hair.
“Do you wanna taste daddy’s cum, kitten?” He teased and I immediately nodded. “I’m gonna need you to say it.”
“Yes, daddy.” I spoke up, my hands holding onto the back of his knees. “Fuck my mouth.”
That’s all the incentive he needed to shove his dick into my mouth and I gladly welcomed it back. Dylan used his hand on my head in synch with his thrusts to control how deep he wants to go. Because he was already so close to his edge from constantly feeling my cunt tighten around him, Dylan was already falling off of it in a matter of seconds. It only took a few thrusts and my mouth hollowing out as my tongue constantly licked his sensitive tip. Dylan’s hot release immediately shot out of his slit and landed on my palate, the delicious salty taste of his cum making me moan.
“God, no one can give a blowjob like you, babygirl.” Dylan whispered huskily, laying back down on the floor beside me.
The sexual tension in the air eased down and was replaced with pure bliss, both of our chests rising and falling with heavy breaths. All of a sudden, Dylan turned around and nudged his face amongst my shoulders. Goosebumps making its ways on my skin at the feeling of his hot breath against my neck as he wrapped a lazy arm around my waist.
“What'cha doing there, Dyl?” I asked curiously.
“Breathing in your neck because you always smell so good.” He shrugged.
“Well, I’m just gonna pretend that’s not a weird thing to say.” I chuckled and he laughed with me.
“Sorry.” He smiled, placing a chaste kiss on my skin. “Would you rather I whisper things into your ear so you remember them when you’re not with me?”
“Hmm, that would be nice.” I smiled before it turned into a grin. “But, I’d rather go eat that take out.”
what this show did with the “being a nerd” trope was honestly one of my favorite parts of this season
matt says here that he knows what its like to be the nerd we all know what he means by that he was probably bullied and teased just like pidge and empathizes with her situation but tells her that she should keep studying
but she says
“what’s the point?”
good question pidge
as of this point the only thing “being a nerd” means to pidge is the rejection and mockery of her classmates
look at her shes crying okay how many times have yall cried in school and not even like in the bathroom stall in the fucking classroom okay that shit is not fun
heck shes not even sitting at the front of the class or with anyone else shes sitting by the window near the back basically by herself in the classic “main character whos different/disconnected from everyone else” anime spot
shes angry and frustrated and hates that part of herself to the point where she says “what’s the point?” which is a statement of defeat
she was ready to (literally) throw that part of her aside because she was tired of all the pain and angry and sadness that came with “being a nerd” (i mean could you even imagine what would have happened if she actually gave up pidge could have given up loving science and technology and would have never gotten into the garrison or done anything remotely “nerd” related because of how much pain this brought her)
and then this happens
her mood is immediately changed shes overjoyed at her brother getting into the Garrison she probably saw him study like a monster and how nervous he was for the test and how hard he worked and then
she goes back and picks up that book
and its an immediate 180 in her attitude towards studying and “being a nerd” because now she sees a reason to keep being a nerd
she didn’t stop being a nerd she made that part of who she was
she saw people in her life who were nerds people who were her role models and her and were proud of it
and i think thats really awesome that matt was able to show pidge that there was nothing to be ashamed of in “being a nerd” and helped her embrace that part of her that was smart and curious and intelligent and who wanted to be like her brother and father and go to space and reach her goals and dreams and become the beautiful little nerd we know and love now
and that’s a message to all nerds - to embrace that part of you even if it brings you adversity because that part of you is incredible and capable of doing amazing things
[Requested; (just friends), Alone together in a hotel room, and hearing people in the hotel room next door having sex.]
You two would be watching a movie together, when all of sudden its interrupted by the sounds of a extremely loud couple next door. Yoongi wouldn’t say anything, trying to act as if it weren’t a big deal, but his mind would be racing with dirty thoughts of you in his arms against the wall, yelling his name loud enough to put the couple next door to shame.
The sounds of A females moan breaking through the walls would cause both of you to blush. Neither of you would say anything at first, and his cheeks would turn a brighter red as he starts to imagine you making the same noises underneath him.
His eyes would widen in shock while looking back and forth between you and the wall that the loud vocals were coming through.
“Are they…..?” He’d whisper, trailing his words off while smiling at you.
As the wall shakes with loud moaning sounds coming through it, Taehyungs eyes would make direct contact with yours, raising his eyebrows and winking at you.
“sounds fun” he’d say smiling, causing you to push him playfully out of embarrassment.
Jin would try to ignore the screaming echoing through the walls, as if it weren’t happening to avoid awkwardness. But he’d lose all seriousness, laughing once he caught a glimpse of your shocked expression.
“Should we tell them to shut up?” He’d say smiling.
Even though you and namjoon were just friends, you two had a lot of sexual tension for each other that had never been discussed. The wet sounds coming from next door wouldnt help at all as you two sat next to each other on the bed. Neither of you would say anything, just pretending to watch the TV while imagining dirty things about each other.
You and jhope would be laying on one bed together having a conversation, when suddenly its interrupted by the wall shaking aggressively. He’d laugh it off, not phased by it all, while teasing you playfully when he caught you blushing.
kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings—
smut, dom! Jin, dare I say fluff…? followed by an ‘oh shit’ moment words—
you’ve been lusting after your
brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party,
flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was
months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual
tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…
y'know what i was thinking, that the “leave the math to pidge” line makes a lot sense in the context of the episode bc few scenes before that pidge was talking all sciency and we see that keith immediately turned to lance for an explanation about what she had just said (and we know lance explains inside jokes and stuff like that to keith before he even asks now) but he was clueless as keith was. it almost felt like keith was saying “you and i both saw we’re not that good at math before, leave that to pidge and don’t worry”
which makes it even more friendly teasing than it was before to me
long had it been? Four or Five Years since you became his caretaker?
Five, but the last year seemed like a blur. A wonderful blur, but a blur
nonetheless. Now, the merman considered you more than a friend or
caregiver. You were his mate. And he made sure to show it and let any
staff member know if they even looked at you with a lustful gaze.
was a special case. He was sentient and had the ability to speak.
Though he often refused to. So, the staff members allowed the
relationship to form. And when your manager saw his drastic improvements
- he urged you to take it much farther than just friends.
was a deep sea Mermaid. Unlike the reef mermaids who were predominantly
female and brightly colored. His skin was desaturated and light grey.
His body was muscular, but athletic. He had: black hair, a Spiney tail
with bioluminescent scales that formed a pattern, sharp teeth, webbed
hands, and pink eyes that dilated and contracted in the light. And his
species were predominantly male. They rarely ever came to the surface
unless in need of help. This Merman however was caught in Reef Mermaid
Territory and they nearly ripped him limb from limb. His injuries had
been life threatening, but thankfully since he was a rather large size -
he was able to the operated on and saved.
When his time
came to be released back into the wild - he relented. He wanted to stay
and learn more about humans. And the aquarium allowed it. In return he
just had to show off every once in awhile for an audience; something he
was fine with doing since it was only for an hour three times a day.
he was picky about his humans. Only certain ones could give him medical
care. And only one could teach him. And that was you. And he fell for
you very quickly. He would always bring you gifts or ask certain staff
to give you cards he came up with. Or even give you a bag of his
favorite human snacks. And in your fourth year, you started to fall for
him slowly. He even gave himself a human name for you.
He didn’t understand the concept of gender. Biological sex yes, but gender was something he honestly didn’t care about.
looked out and saw him break the surface his pink eyes just watching
you. You watched him go back under. Something was up. You took off your
jacket and set his meal aside. Then your shoes before carefully wading
into the water.
He popped up again this time in front of you. He looked flustered.
“S-sorry.” he mumbled, “I’m not feeling the best today.”
“It’s alright, are you feeling feverish? Bloated or?” you asked him.
aquarium knew a lot about his biology, but there was one thing they
could never figure out and that was mating cycles. They weren’t like
most animals where it was yearly or even monthly. Their cycles had to
build up. And something in the back of your head told you - you were
about to find out all about his biological mating cycle.
“Bloated… is a very good word for this love.” he chuckled softly, “Tell me what is the moon phase?”
“Full, and the fifth Anniversary of you being here.” you said blinking curiously.
that would be it…” he said, “Love it would be wise if you were not in
the pool with me. I’m sentient, but still wild in my own way.” he gently
pushed you into the shallow end.
It clicked. And your face was crimson red.
“O-oh!” is all you said.
He nodded, “I don’t want to risk hurting you.”
You scrambled back a bit, and he followed, but was still a few feet away. He just gave you a gentle smile.
“Sweetheart, you know you can ask me anything right?” you asked him softly.
do, but I know not how human anatomy would work with mine. I cannot
risk hurting you or feel the heartbreak of an unviable brood. This will
pass I promise.” he said albeit eerily calmly.
over and saw the bucket of fish and hummed. He grabbed it and devoured
the entire thing. Which was odd for him as he was a light eater. Yet
this time he left nothing but bones.
“I-i mean… if human males can inseminate the Reef Mermaids… it should work for us yes?” you asked him.
He licked his fingers, before cleaning up his mess and setting the bucket aside. He crawled up further to you. He smirked.
they are built like whales or other fish. My kind… we’re a little
different. Being all male we have a different system that can work with
each others anatomy.”
A webbed hand ran up your abdomen and gently pushed it. Like as if he were testing something. He hummed idly.
“Technically we’ve not consummated - so… I-i…” you murmured.
heard this and perked up looking down at you, eyes bright and
surprised. His skin filled with blood and turned red, his bioluminescent
parts lighting up. He seemed to really appreciate that offer. He
lowered down and kissed you.
“Tell me are you truly that serious? My kind mates for life. And if we do this~” he cooed.
giggled, “Of course, I love you Star.” you said throwing your arms
around him. You pressed into him, “T-that and to be honest I am rather
curious… if it hurts me in anyway we will stop.”
He chuckled and gently tugged at your wetsuit.
“Promise?” he asked, “And should I explain… or?”
explaining anything. It might scare me off, if I have questions I’ll
ask as we go along. And I promise.” you chuckled nervously reaching up
and unzipping your suit to reveal your breasts.
“Alright, but if I don’t stop just punch me in the nose alright?” he asked.
playfully roll your eyes, “Alright. Jesus, for a creature that’s not
supposed to be intelligent you’re smarter than most of my species
He chuckled and ripped off your suit deeming you were being too slow. “Well we do love our partners. They come first.”
looked over your body, gently touching every area he could to get a
gauge on what felt good for you. Your neck, your thighs, the small of
your back,and even smaller areas most humans forgot about. When he found
all your erogenous zones he went to work.
You were quite
surprised by how quickly he found everything. You moaned when he
nibbled at your neck and shuddered when he kneaded your breast. You
could barely return the favor as you ran your hands down his chest and
over the sensitive gills causing him to gasp slightly and moan. However
when you got too eager and moved your hands lower he pinned him above
“No, not yet.” he said groaning slightly, he
just wanted to take you, but he knew enough about humans to know they
needed a little help to be prepared for sex.
and huffed, but respected his wishes and he let go. You leaned up and
kissed him, but this time there was a thick mucus like substance. It
tasted like kelp.
He chuckled, “Trust me darling you
might not like the taste, but it’s going to make this process much
easier and far more enjoyable for you. Now, since you’re about as
clueless as I am on anatomy, please present yourself.”
You chuckled and nodded, “You’re sweet, Star.”
just smiled down at you, “No, that would be you. You’ve been nothing,
but kind to me since coming here.” he pushed himself back fully,
examining you. This was rather different. So, many choices. What to play
A cramp in his abdomen made his choice for
him. There wasn’t anytime to experiment, this was getting painful for
the merman. He needed to release his eggs and soon.
He gently rubbed two fingers over your folds causing your hips to buck up. You whimpered softly.
“O-okay, see the soft nub at top? That is a very sensitive place for us, and the middle hole? Thats our-”
“Mmm needn’t say anymore love.”
you knew it, your legs were over his shoulders and his long tongue was
working you. The mucus made everything so warm that all you could do was
moan as the pleasure became stronger.
When he nibbled
and sucked at your clit you cried out in pleasure. Your hands reaching
into his: medium length, black, wet hair. You pushed your hips into him.
Guiding him as he asked what your liked. Of course, you hadn’t known at
first due to inexperienced partners in the past, but oh boy you were
beginning to find out.
“P-please just let me ride your tongue.” you moaned out softly.
“Mmm my pleasure dear.” he said and pushed what he could of his tongue into you. Salivating even more at your taste.
formed more mucus that made your insides warm and seep in its own
natural lubricants. And if that wasn’t enough when he started moving it,
you felt like you were going to go right over the edge. Yet, no matter
how much he teased you couldn’t. Even with the mucus causing your
pleasure sensors to reach unbelievable heights.
was satisfied he pulled away, he looked at how dazed you looked and then
down at how soaked and engorged you were. Even your clit had enlarged
before it had been barely visible, but now - it was triple in size and
that’s what he had wanted. You whined spreading your legs more.
were a little embarrassed, but heavens it felt wonderful and you
trusted him not to belittle you for being so needy. He leaned over and
bit your breast leaving some teeth marks, he sucked and gently pulled
causing your back to arch.
“F-fuck Star!! Please…. Stop teasing.” you cried out.
pulled away and licked up the blood. The mucus stopped the bleeding
immediately. Good, he had no worries everything was compatible so far.
“Sweetheart, we can not do it like this, I will crush you.” he chuckled lifting your head.
You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and chuckled.
“How is it you can turn me into a goopy mess?” you smiled and kissed him, your core still aching.
usually I ask that.” he said and looked around, he found a rock out of
view, and gently took you to it. He carefully got onto it and then got
you situated as well.
“H-heh so like this?” you asked, “M-makes sense since I can’t… nggh breath underwater.”
“Are you okay?” he asked a bit worried.
“I’m fine just… please…” you whimpered.
look down.” he cooed softly, he had been very good about hiding his
arousal, but now some of it was peaking out, “You get to curb your
You scooted a little and looked down between
you and smirked seeing it. So, it was fairly standard to most whales and
dolphins. That made you less nervous. You hummed moving your hands down
and rubbed around it looking up seeing his eyes were closed.You giggled
and grinded on him and looked down seeing it fully emerge. It was hard
to miss against his black scales. It was a flushed pink that matched his
Your face flushed, oh he was large. No
wonder he was worried. You snickered gently wrapping a hand around it,
and felt all of the delicious ribs. The tip was thin and tapered which
would make this a little bit easier, the base was slightly bulbous which
confused you, but you rolled with it. You heard your mate moaning your
name softly his pink bioluminescent features gently rolling in a soft
You went a bit harder and faster, when his
eyes shot open. You saw this look and stopped immediately. He grunted
softly and sat up slightly pulling you into a kiss. You shuddered and
kissed him back moaning when he shoved his tongue into your mouth. You
felt his hands move you over him.
“Are you ready?” he purred
softly, “Now remember if this is successful you may not be able to go
back to a normal life. Nor can we break our bond.”
“I Understand love, just please, be gentle.” you said smiling.
“I love you.” he said and kissed you.
love you too.” you kissed him back, “I-i do have one request, could I
maybe face the other way. You are a bit large so it will be easier.”
He nodded smiling, “Of course dear.”
He shifted you around carefully so your back was against his chest and
his head rested on your shoulder before he gently lowered you onto him,
his mucus and your own lubricants made the shift painless. And each
little rib hit all the right places inside. You moaned out and leaned
back slightly and began grinding into him. He did what he could, but you
had to put out most of the work. Maybe one day they’d have a breathing
apparatus you could use this would be much easier. For now this would
have to do. You panted as you moved your hips, but you were wearing out
rather quickly. It was then that you felt your mate’s hands come around
your hips and begin lifting and plunging you onto him.
leaned back onto his chest, arm slung back to stroke his cheek. Your
breathing was becoming hard. You could feel your body coming so close.
But, it was still so far and it was frustrating. Even with the rougher
and faster pace your body was just not reaching.
“S-star please, I want to cum so badly.” you moaned.
He smirked, you were begging and it was kind of cute. A nice reversal
as well, usually he was the one begging for attention. He hummed gently
working himself deeper and deeper, the thin tip pressing pass the cervix
he came to a grind not wanting to risk hurting you. He moved his hands
around to spread your lips apart and rubbed at your engorged clit taking
the large nub between his fingers giving you a mini handjob. If this
was going to work, he needed to knot you during an orgasm so nothing
spilled out. He grunted bumping into you faster his knot growing his
fingers working your engorged clit more and more until.
you arched back and came clenching around him, barely even noticing the
knot inside locking you into place until you tried to lift your hips
and cried out again, you kept grinding into your mate setting off his
own orgasm and moaned feeling the warm liquid seep into you. There was
an unusual pressure however.
You glanced back at him, “L-love?”
He just kissed you gently, “Is it uncomfortable?”
“No, just odd…” you breathed whimpering it still felt oh so good, “How far are you in me?”
“Past your barriers darling.” he cooed moaning softly, gently grinding into you, “We’re not done yet.”
were shocked by this, at least until you felt the knot expand even
more, spreading you out. You felt little bumps in his shaft and it hit
you what was happening. And now you knew exactly why he was concerned.
However you were in too much pleasure to even care.
fuck please fill me up.” you whimpered as he bit into your neck and
thrusted only once and the eggs started moving into you. Every time one
popped in you felt heavier and heavier. You noted his stomach flattened
out as yours got bigger. You begged for more, but as soon as your womb
was full, but not stretched too far that was all he had, he rammed into
you bringing you to another orgasm as well as himself filling you up
with more fluid to round out the small pooch you did have.
cried out his name as he pulled away from your neck and licked it. Once
he was down from his high he immediately tended to you.
“Sweetie, are you okay?” he asked rubbing a hand over your now obviously bloated abdomen.
managed a nod as you felt his knot decreasing and him slipping out of
you, which made you whine. You wanted more, “Mmm it feels so good
He kissed your shoulder and gently rubbed your
clit, it was still engorged, the mucus was almost washed off though
perhaps he could bring you to another orgasm. “Patience love.” he hummed
and rubbed at it, making sure to hit all the right places until you
came again shaking against him.
He pulled away when you
cooled off and just rubbed your abdomen, “Oh my my, you took the entire
brood! Oh, they’re going to be so cute. Your dna mixed with mine.” he
was just fawning over you now. He nuzzled your cheek and licked it, “I
must get a bed put in here for you! Or a pool in your place for me! I
want to be there watching you grow as you carry my fry.”
face flushed as you leaned back onto him looking at your own abdomen
you looked four to five months pregnant. “H-how big will they get?” you
“Not very, they will fill up their egg,
maybe double in size. You’ll lay them and then they’ll hatch!” he
hummed, rubbing your abdomen.
“O-oh good… my body can handle that.” you chuckled smiling, you looked back at him, “You really think I look good like this?”
“You do.” he cooed kissing your lips, “Maybe next time there will be more!!”
“N-next time?” you asked.
yes, once every five years we must somehow remove our brood whether
it’s implanting or naturally disposing of them…” he hummed kissing your
neck, “And please don’t stress, not many survive. It’s not like you’ll
have dozens of babies. And not all mating cycles work… to be honest… if
they are viable it’ll be my first time too.”
felt kind of sad, but understood what he meant, you nodded, “I actually
like this feeling…” you smiled and looked back at him, “I love you
“I love you too.” he said and shifted so he could kiss you deeply and tenderly.
The months passed by and you had been able to talk the aquarium into
letting Star take Parental leave until the small merbabies were able to
function well and were healthy enough to be in the now expanded aquarium
tank with their father. He was sitting in the salt water pool making
sure his aquascaping would be safe for them. He even made a small area
just incase they needed more time to hatch. He was so excited. He hummed
and looked at the ring on his finger. It was his idea, he wanted to
marry you in the human way since you went through with what his kind did
for mating for life. Luckily since he was able to prove his sentience
easily you were able to find a priest willing to do the ritual.
He looked over to you as you just relaxed in the shallow end of the
pool. You looked about eight months pregnant now. He swam over sensing
something in the air change and pushed himself up so he could be sitting
with you. It was almost time.
He had been doing some reading
on human births and found your systems were very - unethical as he
called it. The pain he read about scared him, so he had a plan. He
kissed your neck and up to your cheek giggling.
“Star, what are you….” you winced feeling the pressure in your abdomen.
There it was, Star cooed, “It is time I could smell it!!” he said and kissed you, “Darling, come into the water.”
You obliged and gently waded in. Star managed to push himself up enough
to hit a button that would close any open blinds. Then another that
dimmed the lights in the pool. He let the overhead lights stay the way
they were since they weren’t very bright currently. He swam back over
seeing you were already starting the breathing exercises. He was working
up that kelp flavored mucus. He was hoping to make this as painless on
you as possible. He hummed kissing your cheek sloppily.
“Darling take off your bottoms. I have an idea.” he said gently trying to reassure you.
nodded and took off your swim skirt and set it to the side. The labor
pains weren’t as severe as they could have been, but still had you close
to tears. You were relieved when Star told you about his plan and hoped
it would work. This was too much and it wasn’t just one baby it was a
brood of eggs.
You felt star rubbing at your lips and
groaned, what was he trying to pull? You weren’t in the mood for this.
You looked down at him and he just pulled your legs over his shoulders.
“S-star what are you?”
“If the mucus worked before maybe it’ll work here.” he said before plunging his tongue into you.
Now that made sense and you felt your sore body immediately take in his
little quick fix and warm itself into pleasure. Oh, if this was how it
was going to be everytime viable or not you wanted him to stuff you with
his brood every time. Within five minutes you were moaning out his
name. Your vagina, lips and clit engorged even more than before. He
spent about ten or so minutes doing this until you were an absolute mess
of pleasure. He noted how long it would take you to become near
unresponsive for future reference.
But, now came the fun
part. Star shifted so he would be able to help adjust your legs into a
proper position. He even moved his hand between your legs to hold your
lips apart as he would’ve done for a another mer partner. However he
decided to help coerce the eggs out and gently rub your clit and lips.
While this seemed odd you were grateful. You’d rather be put into a
stupor with pleasure than pain. And would have to do something for him
later. You felt the eggs line up in your canal and soon it came time to
push. Stars fingers did not relent on your engorged clit. However each
wave of pleasure helped you push a jumbo chicken sized egg out and
through your vaginal canal into the water. Luckily they were rather
spongy so they were able to gently and carefully fall to the bottom of
Stars little plan was working. It was making
this process painless and much quicker than it would have been
otherwise. He never let you come to orgasm. He mentioned something about
saving that for the last few difficult ones, but you were to busy
focusing on the pleasure and process of laying the eggs to really pay
much mind. When you were nearing your ends he felt of your abdomen. Just
as he thought. There were a few stragglers. However that just meant
you’d get to enjoy yourself to the fullest.
love, you can do this.” he cooed and kissed you nipping at your lips and
neck before his hand moved from your vaginal lips to your two inch
This caused you to scream in pleasure as your hips
moved in time with his movements helping the trouble maker eggs line
into your canal in a large bunch. He was rather rough with you causing
your orgasm to be so powerful you squirted and the very last few eggs
came out in one go.
He cooed softly and slowed everything
to a stop and came up and laid your head in his lap. He stroked your
wet hair, pink eyes looking down at your filled with absolute adoration
that you could birth so many. He looked out at the pool and noted sadly;
that a good 80% of the brood was unviable. They were floating a top,
but that was alright. He would clean the mess later and more closely
examine the others and cull the ones with any imperfections or the ones
who wouldn’t survive.
He looked back down at you, your
breathes heavy from the amount of work you just went through. You gently
shifted so you could lay against his chest. Body now numb from
everything you did. You looked up at him with tired eyes and smiled.
you, that little plan of yours helped so much. Mmmm and felt heavenly
if I do say so myself. I could get used to this~” you said with a worn
He chuckled and kissed you gently, rubbing your
back, “You did good. I will be transporting them to their little place
soon love. For now you need rest.” he said and smiled helping you get
back into your swim skirt, “Not here though, I can’t risk you drowning.”
he cooed. “I love you.”
“I love you to.” you said.
stood up and kissed him one last time before heading to your room. You
had no idea what to expect when you woke up, you only knew that you were
happy. You fell onto your bed not caring you were sopping went and fell
asleep. You loved your merman husband and little soon to be children
very much. And it was hard to believe it was all because of an