#laikabarks

Mom who gets flustered so easily, stuttering over her words at a simple compliment you gave her.

She never tells you to stop cuddling so much even though you're too old for it.

When you run your hand over her thigh or the small of her back, her breath gets caught in her throat and she shivers.

As your lips finally meet hers, she can't help but let you suck and bite at her bottom lip, and when you push your tongue forward, she opens her mouth eagerly.

Now you always kiss when you cuddle and she's more confident with you, touching your hips and pulling you closer to her.

She lets out little moans when you thrust your tongue into her mouth, and louder moans when you trace your fingers up her leg, caressing her small but still obvious bulge.

She should stop you, be the responsible one and set boundaries healthy for a mom and her girl. She doesn't. You drag her up to your bedroom, and she stares at the floor as you do.

Her eyes finally meet yours as you push her onto the bed and climb on top of her. Those eyes always look so beautiful. They look even prettier lit up with surprise as you start to take your clothes off, then hers.

You push her onto her back, and lift her legs up around you. Your eyes are focused on hers, but her eyes are focused on your cock. It outsizes her little clit by at least four inches, and you can actually get properly hard.

You watch all the fear and concern disipate as you press into her hole. Her surprised moans are so adorable, and so quickly turn to begging "Please, harder!"

She screams how much she loves you as she clenches around your cock, and a small dribble of watery cum runs out of her clit.

You fuck her all night, until both of you have orgasmed repeatedly, and you leave her covered in hickeys and bite marks.

Trans woman in her 30s, always been a top and dom (totally not compdom). She fucks around lots, has an ego about it too, but she's really fucking unsatisfied. She picks up a new girl from her favourite spot.

It starts out how this thing normally goes, she takes control, gets handsy and moves this girl around however she wants. When she's finally ficking the girl is when things change. Instead of a whimpering little mess, the girl is (while still clearly enjoying it) very calm. She starts to praise the top. Telling her she feels so good, that she's doing such a good job.

The older girl feels butterflies fill her stomach and her rhythm gets messed up, and of course she gets teased for it.

"Aww, did that get you flustered baby?" The younger girl pulls her close, gently with a hand on the back of her neck. "Just keep going okay? I'll help you." The older girl stammers an uncomplete sentence. The younger girl places a hand on the older girls ass, guiding her thrusts. "There we go, good girl."

"I'm um I-"

"You're a good girl. That's all you need to be." The older girl whines at the praise. "So cute." The younger girl cups the older girls face in her hands, forcing eye contact. "You're so fucking pretty." The older girl falls into her, plunging her tongue into the younger girls mouth. The younger girl thrusts her tongue repeatedly into the older girls mouth, eliciting so many whimpery moans.

She only stops kissing to tell the older girl to cum in her. The older girl tenses up as she finishes, having an orgams more intense than anything she's had before. The younger girl pulls her close and pets her hair.

A little something for mother's day

Ao3 vers.

Mommy comes into my room after work. She's really tired and falls over on the bed next to me.

"How's my little girl?" She asks, moving my hair out of my eyes.

"I'm good!"

"That's good, mama's tired. And work sucked!" She throws an arm around me. "But that's not a problem for little girls." Her eyes drift to the galf full glass of water on my table. "Been drinking your water?"

"Of course mom!" I giggle.

"Good girl," she says with her smile that's always so pretty. "Cause if you didn't I'd haveta bring out the tickle monster!" She dives onto me and lifts my shirt up to reveal my tummy. Her fingers poke into my sides, tapping all up and down. In an instant I'm squirming and giggling so loud that I can only hear my own laughs. She tickles lower and lower, from my sides down to my tummy, and then down legs.

"I know my girl is extra ticklish down here!" Viciously, she attacks the bottoms of my feet, running her fingernails across them.

"S-stop mommy!"

"But those laughs don't sound like you want me to stop!" I keep squirming but can't get her away from me. "Mama loves to hear you laugh, silly girl."

"I can't- I'm gonna pee!" Mommy slows down for a second and gets a strange look on her face, but she starts tickling my feet again, more agressively than before. "W-wait I'm ser- serious!"

"Just let it out then baby, pee in those cute shorts for me." I keep laughing, but I start to feel a little scared with mom acting so weird. I feel more and more like I'm gonna pee, and I can't hold it in anymore.

"Please mommy!" I beg, but her tickling is relentless.

"Let it out baby, be a good girl for mommy." I can't hold my bladder anymore, and the wet and warm feeling of my pee starts to spread across my panties and my shorts. My laughs turn to tears and sobs, my face getting wet along with my shorts. "Good girl. That's my good little girl."

"M-Mommy," I whimper. She caresses me as the pee overflows from my shorts and drips onto the bed.

"I'm here baby, you did so well." She turns my head to face her. "You made mommy so, so proud."

"Why?" She thinks about how to answer for a second. She always is so honest with me, and always does her best to answer my questions.

"Mommy thinks you look so cute like this. It makes mommy feel really happy to see you pee yourself. I can't reall explain it baby but you look so adorable like this." I don't get it. I don't get how I look cute at all and I feel scared and embarassed and I-. "Hey. How about we get you cleaned up, mommy can make you feel better."

She scoops me up into her arms and carries me to the bathroom. She helps me undress and gets a bath running. It's really warm, and she put my favourite bubble bath in. She guides me down into the water, and scrubs my hair so gently. The water is so warm and her hands are so soft as they scrub my whole body down.

She picks up some of the bubbles and blows them at me, getting some giggles in response.

"Feeling better baby?"

"Yeah." She lets my head.

An older woman who acts a little too motherly for her comfort sometimes, but who's sweet words continue to woo her and make her head spin.

An older woman who she becomes reliant on whenever she has a bad day. Who tells her every sweet word she needs to hear. Who rubs her back in the most comforting way that makes all of her bad thoughts disappear.

An older woman who quickly becomes like a mother to her, a mother she never had. Her maternal affections that once put the girl a little on edge become a needed comfort.

An older woman who cares so deeply for her, who will listen to her talk endlessly about her interests and give her all the attention she needs.

And when they finally sleep together, an older woman who calls the trans girl her "little girl" and tells her she's so loved. She makes her girl show off her body, making sure her girl knows how sexy she is, and how she can be unashamed of any part of her.

Ao3 vers.

It was a few months after her twentieth birthday that my daughter told me she was planning on moving out. She’d been working so tirelessly to save up, and she was making enough to afford her own apartment. Since summer was coming to an end, she wanted to move out quickly to avoid the cold during the move. We were always the kind of family to celebrate, even with just the two of us. My gut had been aching incessantly since she told me, her departure was so sudden, so heartbreaking. Life with her was life itself, there was nothing without her. My life was all for her.

It’s at the third drink when she starts to grow so suddenly intoxicated. She trusts me, of course, and she would never suspect a little rohypnol in her drink; only enough to get her perfectly sedated, another mix of separate pills await her in the morning. 

“Feeling okay Molly?”

“Mmh, that one really hit me.” Her posture fails and she slouches into the couch. Just in time to snatch away her glass before it slips from her grip, I sit next to her with an arm wrapped around her shoulder. 

“Oh honey, it’s because I drugged you.” It’s adorable how she barely manages to widen her eyes in surprise.

“Wha?”

“I’m sorry to do this baby, but I can't let you leave me. We’re staying together forever. If you’ll leave me as you are, I’ll remake you so you’d never want to. I love you angel. I’m doing this because I love you.” 

I lift one leg over her, straddling her as I hold her hands. I’ve waited to kiss her for so long, but she never looked at me that way, even when I tried to be so tempting. I’ll make her love me however I want. She’ll be my perfect girl. I lean in, pressing my lips so gently against hers. 

“Mmom.” I feel the slightest push against my palms, but she’s always been so small, so thin, so weak. 

“Ssh baby.” I stroke her thumb with mine, little motions, back and forth. It always calmed her in the past. “It’s okay, mama’s here.” I kiss her once again. “And mama loves you so much. So so so much.” 

“Nnoo.” Silly girl.

“Yes baby, I love you. I’ll show you how I love you.”

“Ple-please no.” Pushing me away again, like she keeps trying to do. No more, I press my weight down into her and force my tongue through her lips. The taste of sickeningly sweet alcohol remains on her tongue, and so I thoroughly lick it clean. She groans into my mouth, her sweet muffled voice resonating throughout me. I grip her chin as I suck at her tongue, reassuringly caressing her. My other hand rests on her waist and I caress her there as well as I hold her in place. Her struggling has mostly ceased, all limp for mama. 

“You’re such a good girl Molly, my good little girl. Doesn’t this feel good, don’t you wanna be my little girl again? Just let mama take care of you?” 

“Mom.”

“Mama, call me mama like you used to.”

“Mama.” I tear up hearing it again, and guide her into my ever-loving embrace.

“I love you Molly, my little Molly.”

She adjusted so well to her new life. I spend all my time with her, even sitting with her as I work; working from home is such a delight! We bathe together every morning, she’s so cute with how she’s always so much looser in the warm water, totally relaxed leaning against mama. She loves sitting in my lap, especially when she suckles on my breasts. I help her take her pills, get her dressed, do her makeup. I always make sure she looks her best. I prefer more cutesy clothes on her, but I dress her up in her old clothes about as often. Familiarity is good for her and she had a great style anyways, even if I prefer my own choices; she looks better in soft sweaters and cute skirts than she does in her old punk clothes. My choices are so much more cuddly too. Today I dressed her in a black skirt and a tee from a band she loves. I even did makeup like she used to do, a little messy and very edgy. The dichotomy between her rocker look and the sweet girl she really is brings out the cuteness in everything she wears. 

We’re going clothes shopping today, she always leans on me as we walk; sometimes people think we’re girlfriends since we’re so close. Sometimes I tell them we are and kiss her in public; it feels so risque! Even when I say she’s my daughter, I steal kisses when they’re not looking. Most people just assume she’s shy or sometimes that she’s mute, since she only talks to me and somewhat rarely still. They never suspect anything else. Our life is so perfect, free from any scrutiny or judgment. Molly is free from everything but my affection and love. Despite being so limp, she clings to me so tightly, sometimes squeezing my hand when we hold them together. She’s the sweetest girl in the world, always so full of love. 

We stop at a jewelry store, and the most beautiful set of matching lockets catches my eye. I buy them immediately and clasp Molly’s around her neck. I bring her to a mirror and let her see herself. 

“What do you think baby? Do you like it?”

“Mmyea, like it.”

“Aww good girl, using your words.” It’s not often I get to hear her voice, and even her slurred words are like singing. I wish she sang like she used to. Sometimes she hums a bit, just barely able to keep a rhythm. I clasp the other locket around my neck, and bring her in close to take a picture together. Even though they look almost entirely thoughtless, I can tell her eyes are filled with joy. 

“You look so pretty angel.”

“Thhhank you mama.” 

I bring her into my lap once again as soon as we get home. Multiple bags of new outfits, even matching dresses for the both of us, sit haphazardly across the room. The way her hands wrap around me as I pet her hair, no word could describe how much it shows that she loves me. My girl is so happy here, with her mama to give her all the attention and care she could ever want. I hold her tight, and kiss her forehead. 

“I love you Molly.”

“Llove you mama.”

Ao3 Vers.

Luna is enjoying a rare moment of peace since her new roommate Cassie moved in a few weeks ago. Cassie was belligerent, occasionally loud, and always incredibly nosy into Luna’s life. For the near-shut-in that Luna is, an overly social party girl insisting she do anything other than play niche video games in her room for all of her free time was a curse on her. This curse would last over eleven months, until their lease ends. Cassie came back after her work as usual, then disappeared again shortly after, leaving Luna with a night of quiet to clean the apartment, finish some of her schoolwork, and spend the rest of the night reading yuri visual novels in her pitch black room, covered with a fuzzy blanket.

Around three A.M., Luna having been too absorbed in a particular toxic fictional romance to notice the time, the front door creaks open and slams shut. Luna lifts her head up and listens for more noises, alert like a prey animal hearing a twig snap.

“Ugh, fuck,” She lets out under her breath, being more tactful than Cassie’s slurred shouts as she bangs her toe on a corner.

“Fucking goddamn motherfuck!” Luna silently criticizes Cassie's uncreative lack of word choice. Luna criticizes most of the things Cassie says. She hopes that the drunk idiot outside her room is tired enough to go to her own room, but the clumsy stomps getting louder as they reach her door quash any hope she had of ending her night peacefully. She just hopes Cassie doesn’t throw up in her bed… again.

“Hey loser!” Cassie immediately has her arms wrapped around Luna, peeking at the monitor. “Lesbians! Hehe girls kissing girls. Are they doing fucked shit in this one?”

“Yeah, they’re doing fucked shit Cassie.”

“Yep, knew it. You’re such a perv.”

“I’m not! It’s just good storytelling! They have really interesting personalities.”

“Well yeah, that girl has some really big personalities.” Cassie points at one of the characters who has excessively large breasts. “Does the storytelling need them half-naked?” Cassie falls casually into Luna’s lap, lifting her arms over her head. She wears a grey t-shirt, with the sleeves cut off. Her unshaven armpits permeate the stench of sweat built up during her active night.

“Can you get off me? You reek.”

“That sweat’s because I actually go outside and have fun. You should try clubbing, maybe you could get laid!”

“Ugh get off Cassie!” Luna tries to push Cassie off, but the girl grabs onto Luna as she falls, and the two hit the floor together.

“Can’t get rid of me that easy!” Cassie giggles. She quickly gets Luna into a headlock, her face tucked near Cassie’s pit.

“Fuck off Cassie, you fucking stink!” Luna’s stomach tingles as Cassie’s overwhelming scent forces its way into her nose.

“Bet you like that, perv. Nerdy girls like you are always total freaks!” As Luna struggles, Cassie notices that she isn’t wearing pants, only a pair of way-too-cutesy-for-suck-a-dork panties which are straining with the bulge that’s formed underneath them.

“Holy fucking shit dude! You do like this huh? You’re actually getting hard?” Luna’s pleas and reprimands are drowned out by Cassie raucous laughter. “I’m fucking way too drunk to take this seriously, you’re so fucking weird.” Even restrained only by the grip of one of Cassie’s muscular arms, Luna can do little but flail.

“You want more, you nasty freak?” She loosens her grip, letting Luna respond.

“N-noo.”

“So pathetic, I can tell what you want, even if you can’t. You wanna be nose-deep in my armpit, don’t you?”

“N-!” Cassie’s hand forces Luna’s open mouth into her pit, which is nearly dripping sweat from their struggle. Her stench, salty, powerful, with a hint of synthetic floral deodorant, overwhelms her senses, but she's unable to recoil under Cassie’s strong grip.

“Stop struggling, I know you like this.” She doesn’t. This is disgusting and violating and Cassie’s such an annoying brat! So why does she have such an intense erection? The tingling in her stomach is butterflies, not nausea like it should be. Her habit of rarely eating and never exercising leaves her unable to do anything more than squirm, and she’s getting tired so quickly. Her thin arms are completely outclassed by Cassie’s and she’s unable to push herself out of her hot pit.

“Stop fighting! You’re such a weak little girl, you’re not gonna get out of there. How about this, if you lick my armpit, I’ll let you go. Otherwise I’ll just hold you here.” Luna tries to speak, but Cassie shoves her further in to silence her. “Lick it or I’m gonna stuff your face so far in there.”

The fight thoroughly drained from her, and the desire to gasp for air crushes her resolve. She sticks her tongue out, her face still pressed in deeply. She’s hesitant at first, barely grazing her tongue across Cassie’s hair, but soon she prods around and runs her tongue up and down in long motions. Cassie tastes salty and strongly bitter, her taste just as overpowering as her stench. Cassie’s grip loosens, her hand remaining placed on the back of Luna’s head. Cassie’s hair sticks to her tongue as she continues to slide it around, so much sweat melding with her saliva. Luna runs her tongue around in circles, pressing in deeply. Her nose is still pressed into Cassie’s pit, filling every breath with her scent.

Cassie finally releases her fully, and Luna pants the clean air.

“Jesus I didn’t think you’d like it that much. Pit-freak.”

“Y-you made me! Asshole!” Cassie places her hand on the small of Luna’s back.

“I let go after you licked me once, I assumed you would back off.”

“I-I’m, ugh you’re awful!”

“And you’re a perv! But I don't really mind, it uh, kinda felt good.” Cassie blushes and looks away. It’s the first time Luna has seen her being shy. When she isn’t being incredibly annoying, she’s pretty cute. “Um, I’m kinda beat but, how about you cuddle up with me in bed?” Luna never considered her of an intimate interest, and she should be furious and disgusted by her, but all she feels is a pull towards her.

“Okay.”

The two girls pull themselves off of the floor and grip each other tight as they get under Luna’s large collection of blankets.

“You look really pretty Luna.”

“Thanks.” Luna blushes like crazy. “Um, you too.”

“So, ready to admit you really like my pits?” The scent still lingers on Luna’s face, and she still gets butterflies when she breathes in.

“I don’t know.”