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A Mini Smut Dagan Gera Drabble!
(SHORT!)
(I made this cuz my hormones are raging right now!)
(First-person!)
(Dagan Gera X Fem Reader)
Rating: R for…Sexuality involving cum licking, bodily play but sort of fluffy in the end!
Dagan knows when he wants to become intimate with me and have our little “moment”. I could see the look of it in his icy blue eyes. He’ll either ask me if I want it to be fast or slow, easy or rough. Since I’m having a tough day, I would tell him to go easy.
I would reach into his pants to play with his cock…and he would do the same, feeling his finger circling around on my clit, which makes my whole body fill with pleasure…Dagan is MOANING into my mouth as he rubs my clit faster. I do the same, rubbing his tip as I start to feel some type of wetness from him.
Is he CUMING in my hands??? I start to moan too, feeling my body start to tense up from this orgasm forming as Dagan does cum in my hand. I can feel the warm liquid pooling onto my fingers as Dagan pulls away from my lips, breathing heavily, as more of his cum pools out, his body shaking as his breathless moans rang in my ear from the orgasm he’s having.
I too orgasm, gasping at the feeling of his finger rapidly sliding up and down on my clit. We’re both breathing heavily now as I pull my hand out from his pants, seeing his cum on my fingers. I take notice the color of it, not being the normal color of human cum. It had a light blue tint to it.
Dagan looks to me, a small sly smile forming on his lips. He pulls his hand out from my pants as well, seeing my own wetness on his fingers as he takes a lick. I couldn’t help but cringe slightly. He signals me to take a lick on his cum as I slowly bring my fingers to my mouth.
It had no taste, but I see Dagan’s sly smile grow as he nods in approval, licking rest of my wetness off his fingers. He then leans into me. “Well? How do I taste?”, he whispers. My butterflies tingle as I chuckle nervously. “Umm…good…what about me?”, Dagan chuckles as well. “Delicious…”, He kisses me slowly on my lips before pulling away. I can’t help but smile at him.
Afterwards we clean up after each other, making sure we both are clean and okay. We would then cuddle up in his bed, both of us falling asleep to each other’s breathing. This would be a fun moment for both of us to remember by, with it always making my butterflies flutter, knowing Dagan wants me and has me to keep in his heart forever.
The End! ❤️
Sorry for the blunt ending!
This has got to be my favorite part of my vacation so far
adding "my" in front of any pet name literally makes me feral
Today, my physics teacher asked the class if they knew what thrust meant and if we heard of it. I didn't know what to say cous I can only explain it when we're talking about statements like "he trusted his dick into her" cous that's the only place where I heard it 😭
Guys I was reading from my english textbook to prepare for my English test and my dirty minded exploded. (Images are in opposite order)
what if doctor frankenstein had a teenage daughter who started dating the frankenstien monster.
the old man is Dr. Frankenstein.
I imagine the teenage daughter's name is Mary.
Mary also makes the monster come to life by giving him a blowjob.
I have a dirty mind and I'm proud of it.
plug
lick
tongue
toy
heat
scent/smell
size
ball
Words I can no longer hear in public without laughing/smirking because fanfiction:
(NSWF)
top
bottom
alpha
beta
omega
knot
claim/claiming
daddy
mommy
praise
lemon
edge
The list keeps growing...reblog and add your own?
Brad’s tummy kept making noise. Maybe it was trying to do the laundry. Chris hoped so. His mind was dirty. Sex obviously got in the way of any further intelligible conversation.
With their blog still market explicit, Brad and Chris’ rub a dub dub photo mix stunt seemed to only highlight their dirty minds not clean them.
Two weeks later, It would dawn on Brad brains were like cats. Neither could handle water. If only he could lick his brain. Then he could imagine clean exotic Tumblr-friendly things like crisp linens and liquid origami.
To his credit, Brad did sport liquid shorts… and who doesn’t secretly loathe linen?!?
Whatever his boyfriend Brad said was fine. It was water under a bridge he's never seen, heard of, or planned to cross, but here's what he had to say as to polls. "Half this country was in an abusive relationship and either didn’t know it, know how to get out, or somehow convinced themselves the situation just didn’t apply to them despite not living in an isolation chamber for eight years."
Chris then noted humans remain capable of reasoning anything and then followed this statement by a renewed call for a better form of thinking. As for the more desirable poles, well...Chris said he "would always take two and never turn down left overs or twins. Yum!"
Before his boyfriend could react to the raunch, Chris took ownership readily admitting his suggested sexual antics rang to him "a bit old school Christina Aquilaria," meaning it was both hot and dirty minus a few 'r's' of course.
The fact was the two were at a pool party in WeHo where every beautiful man in Los Angeles was in a Speedo or something of equally negligible coverage so Chris naturally assumed "between PREP, chlorine, and whatever part of the spectrum of sunlight that killed microbes and such, this was essentially the definition of a very well calculated risk."
Leaving no space once again for Brad, Chris went on to mansplain "in reality it was hot partially because it was summer. There was also this whole climate change thing going on," but then switched gears saying the leftovers and twins thing being so hot mostly stemmed from a softcore he watched when he was 16 titled “The Grill” that followed the sexcapades of a men’s college swim team while attending their coach’s off season summer bbq.
The early 80’s flick was considered edgy in its day apparently because the coaches wife was away on a business trip leaving the boys to fend for themselves. Chris was quick to point out tho the viewers never learn what kind of business she was in. He assumed it was advertising as that’s what the lead lady in the flick “Mr Mom” did. That both films were coincidentally released the same year carried enough weight to take the one hole in the softcore Chris didn’t want right off the table.
Seeing himself in full truthing mode, Chris then physically reached into thin air, pretended to grab something, then did the gay ‘z’ snap as he declared the shenanigans at the pool party "not actually dirty, but dirty adjacent due to all the precautions both manufactured and natural taken by the parties attendees.”
It was then Brad finally dove in the poll/pole conversation he started but largely failed to participate in with a sharp "True." Everyone attending the event already knew not to bring up the responsibility already taken at the party itself as it defeated the purpose. They were there for a good time and much of that was indulging themselves in the wild care-free fantasy. If someone was stupid enough to show up knowingly with something that wasn't theirs that's another tomb-sized plot of real estate for dancing upon in recognition of this person's immediate social death.
Vengeance hardly ended there. The reprise occurred at this persons physical death pending anyone knowledgeable of the event outlives this person. 99% of the time they did as for whatever reason vengeance keeps people alive until it's achieved. At that point, you’re as good as dead yourself.
That last part never appealed to Brad or Chris so they chose the sweeter slow release option of dancing nearly naked while high as a kite once or twice a month. It werked a lot of negative energy out though it admittedly invited some wonky back in. No transformation of energy was ever perfect or completely clean. Oddly this was never really spoken to across the board from the underground gays all the way through to mainstream society and then some.
The spiritual death or the parting of this person's soul were also celebrated but occurred less frequently. It largely applied to those in the deepest of the deep usually either claiming hetero and/or some sort of divinity. Ironically, few of them had souls or any sign of spirit hence the small numbers. They either never had them in the first place or they were already goners by the time the gays got to them. Regardless, the offenders helped keep the dancefloors packed in the after-after-afterhours which was a very twisted way to say sometime between 8am and noon the following day.
Brad went on to say "they were all reasons to dance and do drugs. Taking responsibility certainly granted its freedoms but no matter the situation or level of involvement, people will always cross lines. It's how anyone knows where they are. Once they are established, you’re either stupid or a hero for crossing them." Brad paused for a few seconds of self reflection. "We jump on that ship so quickly when on the sidelines don’t we?”
Chris dove back in the chat with his own sharp "True.” Then a two second pause followed by another “True. And True.” He then pointed out for the sect of the gay spectrum this notion did apply to inclusive of themselves, jumping on the revenge train for the anti gays felt not too dissimilar in concept to the whole 'I'll do anything for science' phenomenon.
Chris looked to his right giving a facial expression as if pulling files in his head. “It was weird to see that go off the deep end in recent years. Science that is. How did the entire field of academics and study just not make the dinosaur/bird connection until just now? Ummmm. Ooops. We took the dinosaurs extinction as this grand dramatic exit for hundreds of years."
Chris paused for Brad's acknowledgement smirk as he knew that was a zinger. It also gave him just enough time to conjure up another to wrap this conversation up. Chris was horny and could see a platter of hot dogs floating their way. He nodded to Brad who turned to see, then motioned the tray boy to stay on course to them. When his boyfriend turned back his way, Chris could see Brad's excitement matched his own.
Chris let out and unrehearsed “nice” then mentioned the hot dogs filled out their buns quite well too. Brad smiled at the notion and thanked his boyfriend for such kind observations. Chris then proceeded to smash last hurdle to happy happy joy fun land by spending his last two cents.
“As for both polls and poles, whenever these f*cks come around, we will take them in.”
“We always do.” Brad whole heartedly agreed adding, “people always seemed surprised both of them were so versatile and open minded.”
They were when it counted.
Ok peeps, jeeps, and everything that beeps! (Don’t ask)
I have a semi important question that I want to ask to the public of tumblr. . .
I’m also going to mention that I am not putting any context to this question. So you guys can interpret this what ever way you want.
Whether or not this makes me a menace to society I don’t really care. I just really want to see how this will turn out. So let’s just call this a social experiment of some sort. ¬‿¬
Anyway have a great rest of your day!!!
hehehehe
Ace culture is alternating between having the dirtiest mind and having the most innocent/naive mind with zero middle ground
"Dirty minds think alike " he said Rebuttal "In that case could you clean mine, I'm feeling lazy today "
"Dirty minds think alike " not sure who said this. The other part is original as far as I'm concerned 😳
little miss gets wet just from his voice
okay but like drooly, messy blowjobs that ruin you?