Are we supposed to give you prompts or write for you? I almost shot off at the fingers when I saw Lucy/Connor, but then I started wondering about which way it's supposed to go.
But no, you're supposed to write for me :D. I mean, I will probably summon the energy to write or fill on other people's five acts - but for these kinks plus ships, someone else fills :D
(here have a little something that's resided in my head for some time)
i can take you higherShe'd never been this open before. Oh sure, she'd had guys go down on her, Matt with his awkward fumbling as they learned each other's bodies, Stefan too when she'd asked him to, but not quite like this. Elijah, she'd learned, was quite content to spend his time between her thighs. She didn't complain. He made oral sex an art separate from the rest of the things they do together
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Clark goes slow. He likes to go slow, noting the way it dives Tess crazy. Her hands ruffle his hair urgently as he leaves tiny teeth marks along the soft skin of her inner thigh. He smiles when her hips jerk up to meet him, before he pulls back to draw it out, to make her wait. He sighs then, sitting back to watch her feeble exploits, amused by her need.
“Tess,” he says as he gathers her juices from around his mouth with his thumb, then slips the digit between his own lips, tasting. “You know, it bores me that you’re making this so easy, Sis.”
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But no, you're supposed to write for me :D. I mean, I will probably summon the energy to write or fill on other people's five acts - but for these kinks plus ships, someone else fills :D
okay, bye, sleeping again.
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I'll have to come back and look at this with new eyes. Not that I don't already owe you a fic.
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i can take you higherShe'd never been this open before. Oh sure, she'd had guys go down on her, Matt with his awkward fumbling as they learned each other's bodies, Stefan too when she'd asked him to, but not quite like this. Elijah, she'd learned, was quite content to spend his time between her thighs. She didn't complain. He made oral sex an art separate from the rest of the things they do together ( ... )
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Clark goes slow. He likes to go slow, noting the way it dives Tess crazy. Her hands ruffle his hair urgently as he leaves tiny teeth marks along the soft skin of her inner thigh. He smiles when her hips jerk up to meet him, before he pulls back to draw it out, to make her wait. He sighs then, sitting back to watch her feeble exploits, amused by her need.
“Tess,” he says as he gathers her juices from around his mouth with his thumb, then slips the digit between his own lips, tasting. “You know, it bores me that you’re making this so easy, Sis.”
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