Cherry 🔞

Her attempts to rub at the wound were cut short, Callie's arms winding around her own. Even her right arm was built for accuracy more than power, much as she loved the threat; trying to leverage the small amount of give it afforded soon proved fruitless. She'll stop for a second, Amelia thought, if I just asked. Trying to establish eye contact with Callie proved only to re-immerse the Octoling into her workings; how her eyes were clenched shut; how the magenta flush filled her cheeks; how her moans carried a desperation to coat the Octoling's insides with her sweet, sticky seed. She was beautiful in her efficiency, efficient in her beauty; how could Amelia bring herself to halt such a machine? Besides, losing herself in Callie was proving a great distraction.

idk take this for tonight im tired

Wiktionary "app" (actually just a single-tab Chrome window with most functionality removed)

say hello to my chocolate blend

im doing it anyway. stunting on em with my vocabulary.

a cherry lives and dies by their thesaurus

if anyone has any alternative ways to just type in a word and see some synonyms for it especially on mobile please do not hesitate. PLEASE do not hesitate. do the OPPOSITE of hesitiating. TELL ME RIGHT NOW.

i was gonna write some more tonight but google suddenly stripping me of a quick and easy dictionary has pissed me off

"Hnnggg… Mimi…" Callie's head craned back as her soft, drawn-out moaning filled the air, taking on an almost raspy quality. "Hey, you know something I've never said to a girl before?" "Mhm?" came Amelia's reply, now able to coax a sound from her own throat. "I really, really wanna get you pregnant." "I know, I know!" she clarified, noticing the Octoling's dumbfounded face. "But there's something about the idea of leaving my mark, seeing you full of my babies, knowing I did that…" Her speech became shorter and breathier as she picked up speed, this fantasy clearly taking root in her head. "You leaving your mark on me is… why we even met." She forced the words through her mouth, Callie's love flowing like a shot of adrenaline in her veins. "Keep leaving it. It's—… It's good." The Inkling leaned in, Amelia's eyes following as her face settled on the Octoling's neck. The minty taste of Callie's breath lingered on her skin, an odd sensation of calm overtaking her. She planted her lips firmly yet gracefully, leaving Amelia with a magenta lipstick smudge. She retreated, flashing an unassuming wide grin. It soon spread into a widened beak, quickly enough for Amelia to notice, but too slow to stop the Inkling's return trip, Callie biting into her skin in precisely the same area. "cAL—!" she yelped, trying and failing to stifle a moan. "Jeez! What was that?" "Just a little love-bite!"

i think this is the first time i've ever written her like expressing upset towards callie i genuinely had to think on what she'd say

She threw her arms around the Octoling, briefly lifting Amelia off the bed as she was stolen into Callie's grasp. Her fingers dug into the younger woman's back fat, grip growing tighter as she partook once again of Amelia's ass, her hips jolting back and forth to their own beat. With each thrust she drove her cock deeper and deeper into the Octoling, claiming more of her body as her territory. A series of choppy moans emerged from Amelia's gasping as she lay, paralysed, bearing witness to Callie's loving desecration. Her eyes were fixed on the Inkling's cock, her stomach bulging with a faint pink glow as Callie pushed deeper in, any underlying rhyme or reason to the Inkling's rhythm unclear to her. Callie's explosive fervor and immeasurable stamina comprised a well-oiled machine, built with the express purpose to fucking break her. And Amelia loved a well-oiled machine.

ermmmm… GULP!

realising that these two look at eachother so damn much like are they fucking or having a staring contest

maybe i just deeply crave external validation despite being confident enough in my art and writing to post it on the internet. thats a possibility also

is it dumb that i get a little scared when people dont see my posts

i know its because yall have lives and i have relatively few followers but it feels like a reflection of my writing somewhat

i know that isn't true but i can't quite shut up the part of my brain trying to convince me it is

"You sure…?" Usually this question came with a worried look from Callie, and Amelia expected much the same as her eyes wandered aimlessly across the Inkling's face. Amelia did a double take as Callie stared down at her with eyes deeper, more focused than before. She wasn't smiling, per se, but the corners of her mouth unwittingly turned up, an expectant smirk creeping out of her contemplative glare. Her face flushed magenta having realised, an open-mouth smile emerging as she pulled her hand over her eyes. No point in hiding it anymore; she was gonna ruin this girl, and she was gonna love it. "If ever I'm not, I'll tell you," the Octoling reassured her, stifling a giggle as her eyes crept down Callie's figure, appreciating the graceful folds of her tummy. Amelia had always known Callie was taller than her, but never before had she felt the difference in height so viscerally as she did now, Callie looming over her, a fire burning yellow in her eyes. Relaxing her muscles, the Octoling slid backwards, her head cushioned by an awkwardly thick pillow as she surrendered herself to Callie. "Now, I can get kinda, y'know… rowdy." The Inkling's cock twitched during the pause, a faint glow emanating from her tip as she looked aside, embarrassed to admit her boundless energy followed her into the bedroom. "Callie." Hearing her full name fall from Amelia's lips came as a shock to the Inkling, staring surprised down at her lover. Her half-lidded eyes, her wide smile stolen right off Callie's face, inspired a sense of confidence in the Inkling. "I knew that when I started dating you." Amelia pulled her closer, breaths becoming shakier all the while. Her dick twitched as she lowered her brow provocatively, her mind clearly ready, but her body perhaps not. Only one way to find out. "Now prove it."

they boutta FUCK fuck

fell asleep while writing… a tale as old as time

Content by now to leave her body on autopilot, a thick haze of pleasure clouded Callie's mind as she pondered on just how much she was enjoying this. Callie was never one to let the world happen to her; she was always an active participant, but rarely did she actually top. Her heart wasn't really in it back in the Canyon, where sex mostly served to fill a hole left by her adoring fans on the surface, to let her fuckin' feel something; eight years on, she could allow herself to enjoy dicking down Amelia for what it was. Tuning back in, Amelia's fringe caught her eye, wriggling around as it did with no real rhythm. Callie herself seemed to be doing the same, the movements of her hips in disarray as she got lost in her own head. Pushing off the Octoling with one hand, Callie brought the other to her mouth, a soft, sudden gasp piercing the silence in the otherwise quiet room. "Omigosh, Mimi, I'm sorry! I didn't even realise the music cut out!" Amelia merely tilted her head in response, her face portraying confusion and concern in equal measure. "I was thinking and my body just kinda ran away with itself… you alright?" The Octoling glared back, looking almost annoyed at her. "I'm not made of glass, Cal. You aren't gonna break me." She paused, eyes unfocused, as if briefly unsure of that fact. "But I…" "…Fuck, I kinda wish you would try, now."

hello again minions

its a good think inkfish are so easy to compress

IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE

sorry gang. i have plans tho

haven't written shit in a few days

i know its both. but magenta is a fucking mouthful and pink and purple have different connotations to me in different contexts

my toxic trait is being unable to decide whether magenta is pink or purple

Ask Me How I Know

did you know? god punishes you for being thirsty for callie by sending you octostrikers

how do i get people to see this account i need to project my brainwaves to the masses

Callie's hips pressed into the Octoling's ass in perfect time, each thrust gentle and purposeful. Brushing up right against her thin, gooey walls, Callie's breath devolved into drawn-out panting, accented by the slap of her balls against the Octoling's cheeks. "You doin' okay?" she asked, her voice ever-so-slightly hoarse as she nonetheless continued, placing her hands on the bed once again. Her brains lacking the proper bandwidth to formulate words, an excited, rising murmur floated from Amelia's mouth, accompanying a gentle nod. Callie's cocky smile fell off her face almost instantly as a wider, more genuine one took its place, her crooked upper lip rising to prominence. "You're doing so good, Mimi. I love you." Amelia's face scrunched up slightly in return, her squinted smile standing in for an "I love you too, Cal" that couldn't quite leave her mouth.

tired… take this for tonight

SpongeBob Squarepants standing, rather unimpressed

google servers when i start lookin for synonyms for rather specific classes of words

i need to not let him get to me. my mind must be sharp as a wisdom tooth.

I WAS IN IT THERE AND THEN I LOOKED BACK AT BLUESKY AND I SAW KONG FU IM GETTING OUT OF HERE

trying to force it isn't particularly working either. i guess i just gotta wait around until i'm in the mood again. oh well.

naturally you would I've been complaining to you about Kong Fu for upwards of a week

a cartoon character is standing on one leg in a video game scene . Alt: Kong Fu dancing during the "Kong Fu Master" song from the Donkey Kong Country TV show

If the demand for Cherry smut isn't meeting the supply, you have but one man to blame

I hate having to write this because there's always some dumb shit in my head turning me off