Hiii!! 😄 I don’t really have any little friends, and I need some! I know I have Daddy to talk to about little stuff, but I need little friends too! We can introduce our stuffies to each other and color pictures for one another! And we can talk about little stuff, but when one of us has had a bad day we could talk about big stuffs too!! Oh oh, and and and!!! If we get close (and if you’re comfy with it, of course!) we could even send each other snail mail like penpals 🐌💌 (snails are one of my fav animals btw!… are they animals? Or… insects? I dunno, they’re just sweet, precious friendos!) !!! Like cute lil letters with stickers!!!!!! How exciting does that sound?! And we could Skype if you’re comfy with it and watch little space shows together or color together!! I’m just in sucha happy mood and I wanna make alllll the friends ever!!
Soooo… message me please! Don’t be shy, I promise I’m really friendly and easy-going! And if you aren’t comfy messaging first you could like/reblog/reply to this and that way I’ll know it’s okay for me to message you first!! You could even send me an anonymous ask first with questions to see if you’re comfy enough to message with me, I don’t wanna make anyone uncomfy! 😄
I can’t wait to make friends!!!! 💞
Headcanon: Lance is the loud one, constantly bragging to everyone who will listen about how cool and hot and perfect his boyfriend is
But Keith is the one who gives zero shits about PDA. He casually slips his fingers between Lance’s at breakfast. He rests a hand at the small of his boyfriend’s back during their morning meetings. At the end of dangerous missions, he grabs Lance by the collar and sticks his tongue down his throat. He frequently helps himself to a handful of ass whenever he walks by
It’s the little things he does that make you fall in love. Like the way he always texts you good morning, or the way he tells you he loves you and compliments your known insecurities. It’s the way he holds your hand and kisses your cheek and whispers “I wish things could always be like this.” You don’t need flowers or jewelry to know he cares, just his words and the way he looks at you will prove that.
Our morning meeting topic was “What I wonder about my teacher is…” and one student said he wondered if I knew that I looked beautiful like Princess Rapunzel when she had brown hair. My day instantly improved, folks.
Author’s Note: FINALLY! Thank you for being patient. To the two cupcakes who requested a sequel to The Mistress and to the cupcake who requested a blow job fic, I hope you enjoy!
You’d woken up to the smell of coffee and the faint sunlight
peeking through the curtains. You rolled over in bed, tangling yourself in the
soft, silk sheets, and looked at the time. He had 08:00 meeting that morning
and by the distant sound of his voice, you could tell he was already tired. You
knew it wasn’t easy being a CEO and, now that you were dating one, you realized
just how much he gave himself to his company.
You groggily got up and made your way to the bathroom. Pushing
your hair out of your way to wash your face and brush your teeth, you tried to
make yourself look fresh faced. You slipped into his shirt from the night
before and followed the sound of his voice to the living room.
He was sitting hunched over his laptop, his glasses sitting
dangerously close to the edge of his nose as he glossed over the multitudes of
papers on the table. The voices on the telecom were talking over each other,
crunching numbers and organizing deadlines, in what seemed like an overwhelming
chaos. Nonetheless, your boyfriend calmly listened, writing notes here and
there and interjecting his comments intermittently.
His looked up at you and smiled. You smiled back and,
careful to be quiet, walked over to kiss him on the lips.
“Good morning.” You mouthed silently to him.
“Morning” he mouthed back.
You took the empty coffee cup from the table and went into
the kitchen. You knew he drank his coffee black, but you couldn’t quite get
over the bitterness and opened the refrigerator for some milk. You stopped, staring
down at the little bottle of hazelnut coffee creamer in the shelf. You mentioned how much you liked that
particular creamer once days ago and here it was. Even though you’d only been
officially dating for a few weeks, he’d already ensured that you had everything
you needed when you were over from a toothbrush to feminine hygiene products
and now your favorite coffee creamer.
You stopped smiling like an idiot and closed the refrigerator, but it
reappeared as you poured the coffees and went back to the living room.
He saw you coming with the reinforcements and patted his lap
welcomingly. You blushed, placing his mug on the table before seating yourself on
“You’re the best. I love you.” He said quietly. You were
rewarded with a quiet kiss on your shoulder before he regained his
professionalism and carried on with his work call.
Despite the fact that you’d been fucking for over a year,
these past few weeks felt brand new. You’d exchange shy looks over dinner as if
you hadn’t already seen his cum face millions of times before. Simple,
lingering touches or cuddles still seemed awkward at first regardless of how
many evenings you’d spent bouncing on his dick or sitting on his face. Even
quick “I gotta go or I’ll be late” kisses still made your stomach flip. It was
all very strange, but you were enjoying it.
You reached over, pulling his face towards yours and kissed
him affectionately. His flustered smile made your heart swell. You motioned for
him to go back to his call while you busied yourself with checking your own
schedule on your phone. He hadn’t been sitting for five minutes before you felt
the familiar bulge beneath you. You turned to your boyfriend, who had a cheeky
smile on his face, and raised a questioning eyebrow.
“I can’t help it.
You’re just so sexy.” He whispered back, his deep voice making goose bumps
raise over your skin. He shifted under you, adjusting you between his legs with
a groan. “Baby…” he said in a voice you knew all too well.
“Remember that you’re on a work call.” You murmured as a
heat began to ignite in your lower belly. “You should be paying attention.”
“We’re wrapping up anyway.” He said, trailing kisses up your
shoulder to the weak spot on your neck. You moaned softly and felt him smile
against your skin. He spoke in Korean towards his phone to which another voice
answered back. Switching back to English, he turned to you.
“Show Daddy what that pretty mouth can do, hmm?” He knew
what to say to you to make you weak. You knew you should leave him alone and let
him work. You hesitated, wanting him to maintain his professionalism rather
than succumb to his own neediness. The erection pressed against you warned that
it was probably too late for that.
“And when you’re whining and moaning my name?” you asked as
you stood up from him lap, turning towards him and kneeling down between his
legs. “What would your executives think of their CEO then?” you inquired as you
pulled the shirt over your head, leaving you in just your panties. He didn’t
answer, but the way the thin material of his pajama pants were tenting gave him
away. His tongue glided over his lips cautiously as you pulled the edge of his bottoms
down and took him in your hand. You kissed the head of his cock lightly,
teasing him with feather light touches. You lazily licked at the shaft of his
cock, focusing on coating him with your saliva rather than getting him off. You
looked up at him, enjoying the strained look on his face. To your surprise, he
was maintaining his professionalism quite well. You intended to change that. You
pushed his knees further apart, raking your nails along his inner thighs. He sucked
in a breath of air, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. You gripped his dick and spit on it, using the
flick of your wrist to erase any friction as you began to pump him.
“F-f-f-fuck.” He groaned quietly, sliding forward in the
“I haven’t even done anything yet baby.” You teased, placing
a kiss to his inner thigh. You playfully bit down on the place you’d just
kissed, producing a surprised, throaty moan.
“Mmm, don’t do that sweetheart.” He warned, although it
carried almost no threat judging by the way his eyes were glazing over.
“But I like the way it makes your cock twitch in my hand.” You
said provocatively. His hand came down to caress your jawline as an airy smile
played on his lips.
“I’ll cum too quick if you keep doing that.” he said.
You smirked and slowly took the head of his cock in your
mouth. Swirling your tongue over his slit while gently sucking on the tip of
him, you wrapped your fingers around his shaft. Even at such an erotic moment,
you wanted to make him feel good. You wanted to show him how much you cared
about him. You began doing what you knew he liked, pleasuring him as best you
could. His breathing turned ragged as he tried to keep quiet.
His booming voice, loud and clear, startled you. He said a
few things into his phone while slamming his laptop closed. You’d already
forgotten that he was on a conference call, the sound of his executives had
become background noise long ago. He said a few more hurried words then pressed
the end call button on his phone repeatedly before tossing it across the room and
onto the sofa. You would have giggled if not for the lustful, almost carnal,
look in his eyes. He reached down for you, grabbing you by the sides of your
face and kissed you intensely. You moaned into the kiss as his fingers moved
down, gently squeezing around your throat. Just as quickly, he pulled away from
you, his teeth pulling at your bottom lip. You let out a small whimper at the
loss of contact.
“Baby.” He said breathily. You looked up at him through your
eyelashes. He looked gorgeous with his blown pupils and swollen lips. “Take your
panties off.” He groaned, “I want you to play with that pussy while you suck my
cock.” His words had you soaking through your panties almost instantly. You
obeyed, stopping long enough to step out of your panties and kick them aside
before squatting back down. You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock
again, bobbing your head up and down in a steady rhythm. With newfound fervor,
you pleasured him with your mouth while taking your free hand and gingerly
touching yourself. You were surprisingly sensitive. Turning him on turned you
on. You slowly circled your clit, moaned around his dick at the feeling. He
moved his hand to your hair, gathering it up into a pony tail.
“You’re so gorgeous, baby.” He moaned. You relaxed your jaw,
taking as much of him as you could. You could feel his hips jerking and knew he
was close. You bobbed your head in time with his thrusts, moaning and drooling
down his cock until his hips stilled and ropes of hot cum coated your throat.
You swallowed around him, causing him to shriek out in pleasure and pain. You
leaned back, still dazed, and admired how fucked out he looked.
“Come here.” He said. You stood up and leaned into him,
bringing your lips to his hungrily. He kissed your back, tasting himself on
your lips. His hands snaked around your thighs, his hands cupping your ass and
hoisting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively while kissing
along his jawline and nipping at his neck. He plopped you down on the table (on
top of all his paperwork). He kissed your lips, trailed down to your décolleté,
sucking lightly on the skin above your collarbone and down to your breast.
Wrapping one of your peaked nipples in his mouth and pinching the other, you
threw your head back at the sharp but pleasant feeling. He switched, giving
each nipple equal parts of pleasure and pain.
“Babe…” you moaned, trying to urge him to go lower.
“Lean back baby.” He pressed gently. You lay back on the
table. “I want your legs up.” He said, pushing your legs up towards your face.
You grabbed your calves and held your legs in place for him. “That’s it, baby
girl. Just like that.” You moaned at the feeling of his soft lips on your thighs.
He bit down, almost exactly where you’d bitten him earlier, and playfully
sucked on the soft skin while he massaged your opposite thigh. As good as this felt,
you needed him in another place.
“Baby…” you squirmed. He smiled darkly as he seated
himself between your legs.
“You’re so wet for me.” he groaned. He carefully outlined
your pussy. His faint touches made you squirm, tickling and tantalizing all at
once. He smirked, fully aware of the affect he had, and continued to tease you
for what seemed like hours.
“You are so rude!” you yelled out in frustration. He giggled
childishly, his face shinning with mischievous joy.
“You like when I play with your pretty pussy, don’t you?” he
asked as he began to rub circles into your clit with the pad of his thumb, making
you jerk in pleasure. All of his teasing had made your clit hypersensitive.
“Yes, but please…” you urged, trying to relieve some of
the pressure building. The more you moved towards him, eager to feel him, the
more he pulled away.
“Please what? Tell Daddy what you want.” He teased,
punishing you by firmly spanking your clit, sending satisfying shocks up your
body. You yelped out, arching your back towards him.
“Fuck me, please.” You moaned out in frustration.
“Hmmm, no…not yet.” He said, “I want you to cum on my
tongue first.” You almost screamed when his warm tongue finally brushed over
your clit. He circled over your clit before running his tongue up and down your
pussy and stopping at your clit again. “You taste so good, so sweet.” He praised,
lapping noisily at the arousal pooling at your entrance. You were weak for his
praise. You moaned loudly with each trace of his tongue, each lick, each bite.
You weren’t going to last very long, every touch bringing you closer and closer
to your climax. He flattened his tongue on your clit and shook his head
quickly, making your whole body contract.
“Spread your legs.” He said looking up at you, his tone
gentle yet firm. You weakly complied, if only enough to keep from suffocating
him. He returned to his work, his tongue gliding across your pussy with ease. He
didn’t let up, applying the perfect amount of pressure and sloppily making out
with your clit. You reached out for his shoulders as your moans turned into
“Don’t stop! You’re gonna make me cum!” you warned. He gripped
your thighs tightly as he brought you crashing into a mind blowing orgasm. He
guided you through a second orgasm, his tongue never leaving your clit until
you couldn’t handle it anymore.
He sat back in the chair and licked his lips. You looked
over at him, his mouth slick with your juices. He winked at you as he wiped his
mouth with the back on his hand.
“That was so fucking sexy, baby.” He said. He stood up and
pushed the chair out of his way. Grabbing your legs, he pulled you to the edge
of the table. You watched as he pumped himself in his hand before positioning
himself between your legs. You bit your lip in anticipation, but instead of
fucking you senseless he began tracing the tip of his cock against your labia
with a look of concentration.
“Don’t fucking tease me, please!” you mewled. He groaned
deeply, the guttural sound making you wetter (if that was at all possible).
“Really baby?” He taunted as he wiggled his cock against
your clit. “After all those times you would tie me up and leave me begging for
you to touch me? Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little overstimulation.” Any
other time, you would have wiped that smug look off his pretty face, but right
now he deserved to gloat. Your pussy was throbbing so hard you thought you’d
cum a third time if the wind blew on it.
“Please baby, please just fuck m – OH FUCK” you moaned out
in unison as he entered you, the mixture of your slickness and his pre cum
allowing him to fill you effortlessly. His grip on your thighs would no doubt
leave a bruise, but neither of you cared at the moment. He pulled out
completely before slamming back into you, the loud sound of skin on skin and
your mutual moans filling the room. He fucked you in earnest, giving you
everything he had left in him. You held onto whatever your hands could reach,
your eyes rolling in the back of your head in pleasure as his thrusts became
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He huffed in between ragged breaths.
You nodded, words escaping you in favor of moans. “Rub your clit for me, baby.”
He said huskily, sweat beginning to pour down his face and onto your stomach.
“B-but, it’s too
sensitive.” You squealed. Hearing you disobey, he looked at you with a frown
and reached up and grabbed your cheeks gently, tilting your head back.
“Right now.” He ordered, placing a kiss on your lips.
Despite the gentleness in his voice, there was a dark dominance behind it that
you didn’t dare disobey. You did as you were told, moaning as your body jerked
at the sensation. Your orgasm hit you by surprise, making your body convulse in
ecstasy. His (whiny) orgasm was seconds
later, your contracting walls milking his orgasm out of him.
He collapsed on top of you, his sweaty body weight
comforting you in the aftermath. While you both regained your breaths, he began
peppering your face with kisses, stopping frequently to savor the taste of your
lips while his fingers gently rubbed soothing circles into your hips. All of
his dominance was now replaced with sweetness and gentleness. You held onto him
tightly, feeling a fresh wave of affection for him. You could feel his heart
beat pounding in his chest. It was calming.
“I love you” he said. You kissed him again, smiling up at
him when he pulled away for air.