#eroslike

persephone has always adored the warmth of the sun kissing her skin. with a soft breeze to rustle golden locks and cause gentle ripples in the surface of the mirror-like water; it’s easy to get lost in the blissful sensation while wading through the cool water. especially on a day as lovely as this is. had been? persephone isn't quite sure what to feel in the present moment, other than stunned and then helplessly overwhelmed. the forceful thrusting motions have her moaning in time with poseidon's thrusts into her inexperienced hole. he doesn't hesitate to bury himself balls deep once he can, filling her to the brim before he pulls back to start the vicious cycle over again. water, sweat, and arousal adorn her body like lewd offerings left at his temple. yet the bruising grip he has on the curves of her body is not budging, she's almost ashamed to discover how much she enjoys the roughness utilized to keep her in place. though she's most self-conscious about the slick heat between her thighs. no, perhaps the way it takes persephone far too long to realize the desperate, pathetic noises in the background were hers. after all, she only fails to notice because each slap of his balls against her cunt shocks her clit with electrifying pleasure. "— please, please, please!" the poor thing doesn't even seem sure of what she's pleading for as her cunt spasms around his thick cock.

[ For @eroslike !!! Some Dad Yuuri with little Michiko-Nivio, who is just happy that he gets a lot of attention hahaha. I just love this AU so much omg]

“Yuuri! Finally! Aeroflot has never kept me waiting as long as they did today!”

     HE IS MET WITH A MOMENT OF DESPAIR .  he is torn between what he should and should not do - philosophical questions swarm his mind. good and evil, wrong and right.  he is met with an overwhelming feeling of good, so he taps on the boy’s shoulder.   ‘   yo, dude. you dropped your wallet.   ‘   and he didn’t even pocket any money !

I know @eroslike just started, but they‘re an amazing writer and a great Yuuri so far and I can‘t wait to see more of them!

before things come together they have to fall apart. most situations in her life have a tendency to work out that way. just when the young mother is beginning to reach that point of pure exhaustion, stars align so she can see him again. anali doesn't hesitate to take the opportunity and call ethan to relieve some of that tension that might or might not be trying her sanity. just when she's about to snap that she's too goddamn tired for his shit she finds another irresistible reason to stay. the attitude is staying too, until it's temporarily fucked out of her. typically, she disliked it when people called her that. not because it's untrue, but because most say it with contempt. this time, the way he said it drove her crazy because he said it in a tone heavy with lust in every syllable. whatever snarky remark was on the tip of her tongue to bite back at him with dies when the tip of his cock enters her for the first time in far too long. the grip she has around him is a tight fit like the hold he had on her, a thick forearm unyielding against a delicate throat. his voice is hot against her ear, stern and clear enough to cut through the uneven whimpers and moans as he finally bottomed out inside her. a warm hand splayed over the lower part of her torso; anali wondered if he could feel his length pressing against his own fingers as he stretched her out on his cock. the salacious thought lingers in her mind for only a second before his hips settled into a ruthless, steady rythm. anali was already crying out each time he ruts into her. but when his hand travled down to toy with her glistening slit, then back up to her buxom breasts her cries turn into choked screams. the striking brunette spasmed around him as he buried himself so deep her eyes fluttered upwards. her brain was working hard to form the conntection necessary for her mouth to string words together as an answer. "m—mmhn, 'feels like a lot. this feels like exactly what i— a-aahh, needed!"

even if the pixie could lie she would not care to. let the god experience her intoxicating essence for himself. if he can not enjoy the psycho-stimulation he exposes himself by using her tiny frame for stress relief after another irrelevant victory, nissa will certainly delight in the lecherous sensation of his tongue lapping at the tight rim of her ass. as if that is not evident by the way her arousal leaks down to the hole that has the god of war enraptured, down her parted legs in thin, sticky strands. nissa never meant to let the situation escalate to these heights, not without a fair warning concerning her more hallucinogenic capabilities. and while little time has passed (at least in the mortal's realm) since she abandoned her own kingdom, nissa could tell it wasn't customary for the gods that ruled over this domain to exercise restraint after developing a fixation over someone something. not that she cares. nissa is too busy reaching back to further open herself up to him. "do you do this after every loss too? regardless, i think i am starting to see the appeal of warfare."

“Yuuri..!” Victor pouts, holding up a poster of his younger self up and showing it to his fiancè. “Have these been in your room for long??”