#I wanna lay my head on his beefy chest

[sunshine7queen]

@windlullaby @madameminx

Sukuna in his Pajamas

I needed to draw him in Hello Kitty pjs

[starboye]

pairing: sub!nate jacobs x dom!male reader

request: please write about your nate jacobs in a collar thirst omg i would kill for thatttt! him being a good lil pet and taking whatever his master gives him omfg yes

warnings: smut, edging, praise kink, cum denial, teasing, cursing, sub and dom, bondage

chefs note: i think i might have a thing for big submissive men

people get a little surprised to hear you're the dominant one in the bedroom when you have a tall beefy man next to you, little do they know that same tall beefy man was currently sitting on your bed with the prettiest pink collar that slept your name in diamonds around his neck and his hands tied to the head board awaiting your every order.

"oh nateee" you call out to him in a sing song tone as you walk into the room in a slutty set of lingerie that showed off your ass a little "what do you think" you asks doing a little spin for him, your ass immediately catching his eyes "i- i love it" nate stutters just wanting you to finally let him fuck you in that sweet sweet lingerie "y'think so" you question.

"mhm mhm" nate nods as some drool rolls down his lip "oh nate your drooling again" you pout climbing onto the bed and crawling over to him, your ass in clear view as you do so, you'd been teasing nate like this for the past 2 hours, you would put on one of your many sets of thin sexy lingerie and fault it in front of nate, forcing him to watch you flaunt your ass as he his dick strained against underwear.

you hover over his dick as you wipe the saliva from his lip "please y/n please i need it" nate begs trying to kiss you "no nate i told you i was just gonna show you some lingerie sets and get your opinion" you tease "you know this is torture for me" he says, a hint of desperation in his voice as his hips buck upwards into your ass making you bounce up a little.

"what'd i tell you about disobeying me nate" you say planting yourself onto nates lap, his dick poking at your hole "to never do it" nate whines "then why do it" you ask "i need to be in you so bad please y/n" nate whines rolling his hips under you for just a smidgen of friction, and right then an idea pops in your head, you pull nates aching red cock out of his boxers and its almost bigger than your hand.

you lightly stroke his cock "up down up down up down" nate mutters to himself as beads of pre cum form on his tip "good boy likes it just like that huh" you tease rubbing your finger on his red swollen tip "mhm s'good" nate says trying to hold himself from cumming to savor the moment but he cant, not with the way your hand tugs at his length "m'gonna cum" nate moans but his high is cut off by you removing your hand from his dick.

"no no no no please y/n please i wanna cum" nate pleas struggling against his restraints "what does this say" you ask pulling at his collar "y/n's toy" nate recited "that's right so if you wanna cum you're gonna have to work for it" you say kissing nate and leaning back up, nates lips chasing for more contact, you were basically depriving the man of everything he wanted and making him delve deeper and deeper into being nothing but your cum boy.

"now are you gonna hold it in for me" you ask as you bring nates dick into your hand once more "i promise" nate says lifting his head too look at you, lust and control filled your eyes while his eyes were filled with need and desperation, you began stroking his dick again as nate could feel the climax bubbling up inside of him "that's my good boy keep holding it" you cooed laying small kisses on his neck.

after hours of edging nate had become a babbling mess, his dick covered in saliva and other fluids as you enjoyed the sight before you, nate begging to cum, his wrists now bruised after pulling at the restraints so much "y/n i need it" nate begged as tears rolled down his messy face, his neck ruined with hickeys and some on his chest "such pretty begging" you mutter as you continue to deny the man of his climax.

"y/n please" nate cries, his legs shaking under you, you look into his eyes to see he really wants this, he needs this "fine you can cum" you say and before you can finish the sentence nate cums in your hand as his muscles and body contorts with each spurt "thank you" nate shakily says as his body finally calms down from all the shaking before he faints.

"you're my good boy" you say with a smile as you lick the cum from your fingers and kiss nates forehead, you take the restraints off his wrists and inspect the bruises on them "they'll be fine in a couple days" you mummer to yourself before taking the collar off, you tilt his head to the side to admire the love marks you put on his neck, now he really belongs to you.

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[ghostwritermia]

Mia love, i came over from Mothers post and your call for Jegulus.

I have this DESPERATE need to bite Jamies hipbone. I have to excuses, but i realllllllly wanna 😭

So, what about Reader and Reggie who just bite Jamie all the time at random amd while James has just bevome accustom to it, Siri would be so HORRIFIED and try to progect sweet Jamie everytime and it kind of just becomes a game to Reggie and Reader: Operation Bite Beefy Boyfriend!! Alternatively how many times can we bite James before Siri has a meltdown.

I hope you get all your Jegulus wants!! 🫶

sorry if this sucks and that its so short, I tried 😭

It had started as a joke really, between you and Regulus. A game to see how long James could go without saying something about it. But he never did.

You and Regulus, both sorted into separate houses, had found your way to each other in 5th Year, and then during summer break between 6th and 7th Year, the two of you had fallen in love with the sweet sunshine that was James Potter, though you two would never admit that you fell first.

You had been neighbors with James for as long as you could remember, but had never actually visited his house until Regulus took up refuge there, therefore, you spent more time there. Hence, the blossoming of feelings and the addition to your relationship.

You were laying on the couch in the Gryffindor Common Room, your head in James’s lap, while Regulus sat in an armchair next to James’s seat on said couch. Absent-mindedly, James moved his hand to stroke through your hair when he then felt the gentle nip of teeth sinking into his forearm, stopping his movement.

Where James had gotten used to the game you and Regulus had started, some had not. Example being, Sirius screeching from his place in Remus’s lap on the opposite side of the room.

“Get your teeth out of my precious Prongs you demonic piranha!” he leaped from his place in Remus’s lap and strided over to you two and rolled you out of James’s lap and onto the floor with a thud.

Hearing the sudden commotion, Regulus’s head perked up from his book and looked to see you on the floor, simply laying there on your back, staring at the ceiling.

He sighed, placing his book down before sliding out of his armchair to reach a hand out to you. “Are you alright, Mon Amour?” he asked as he pulled you up. 

“I’m fine. Your brother, however, needs to be in a mental institution.” You hiss, rubbing the back of your head.

“Trust me, I know, Amour.” he sighed, and you two looked over to see Sirius curled into James’s body gently stroking from the top of his head down his face to his chin.

You, Remus, and Regulus let out a collective scoff before Remus makes his way back up to his dorm, and you and Regulus grab your things before leaving James and Sirius to be.

~~~~~~

It was lunch and today you and Regulus had decided to sit at the Gryffindor table with James. You sat on the right side of James whereas Regulus sat to the left. However, Sirius saw something before you did. Regulus biting into James’s shoulder. 

“Prongsie is not your chew toy, Regulus Black!” You hear Sirius squawk. You look past James’s chest and see Regulus simply lift his eyes from James’s shoulder to roll them at Sirius before looking over to you smirking, yet to remove his teeth from James’s shoulder.

"Well that would make sense, seeing as how you're the dog in the family." You retort, laying your head on James's shoulder.

James looks to each of you, smiling before affectionately leaving a kiss to each of your foreheads, much to Sirius Black’s protests.

[sunshine7queen]

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[heartfullofleeches]

Just say your Carnis and puppy!reader post, and my head immediately went to cattle dog!reader or emotional support puppy!reader would be an amazing pair for Carnis. Allow me to ramble a bit about emotional support puppy!reader for a bit-

disclaimer! I do not have an emotional support dog...I've got emotional support guinea pigs -kinda- so take my thoughts with a tablespoon of salt. ^^;

Anyways-!

- Emotional support puppy!reader who was the one who started the dynamic between the two without really realizing that was what they were doing. They'd catch Carnis in the middle of a panic attack or a trauma episode, and their first thought is to sit down beside him. Slowly inching closer and closer until they're sitting shoulder to shoulder with them. Turning their (reader's) head slightly towards him so they can keep an eye on his heart rate and anxiety levels.

- Emotional support puppy!reader who starts following Carnis around where they go, always within a quick few steps away from them. So that any time Carnis starts to seem like they're slipping into a nasty unfun headspace, Emotional support puppy!Reader can be there to gently guide them down to a sitting position. (Maybe if Carnis would be comfortable with it, Emotional support puppy!Reader can do some compression therapy by laying on top of the big softie. Especially if Emotional support puppy!Read is also Himbo/beefy puppy!Reader. So it's like a weighted blanket -and Carnis gets a face full of puppy!Reader's chest. It's warm.)

- Carnis who becomes a bit dependent on Emotional support puppy!Reader. Gaining separation anxiety, freaking out and pushing themselves into a panic attack if Reader isn't an arms length away. Which only makes Reader feel all that more like they've gotta be there for their friend :(.

- Carnis who treats Emotional support puppy!Reader more like an emotional support stuffy a child might carry around with them 24/7

- (Emotional support puppy!Reader who -as a joke- gets a collar or like vest that says 'Emotional Support Animal' with Carnis' name under the words. Both writing out in big letters)

Just emotional support puppy!Reader and Carnis brain rot.

I saw beefy and himbo used to describe Reader, and my soul ascended to the heavens- You were already cooking with this, but a sweet, himbo puppy who makes it their duty to keep Carnis in a stable mind is gold. Carnis had dealt with orderlies pinning them down whenever they lashed out in the lab- Those rough, cruel hands replaced by the passive weight and fluff of a kind puppy would do wonders for Carnis, and put them out like a light.

Besides their embrace, nothing soothes Carnis quicker than Puppy yapping about whatever topic their brain comes up with- It gives them something else to focus on than what's dragging them down, and Puppy has never painted Carnis repeating words and phrases they say in a negative light, which the cow values more than anything.

Carnis dependency gets so bad somedays they'll have a full blown melt down if Puppy makes the harmless mistake of switch over to another isle in the grocery store. If Carnis doesn't have them in his immediate line of sight, who knows what might happen? Puppy gifting Carnis an article of clothing ripe with their scent like a shirt or jacket helps him work up the courage to distance themselves from Puppy for a while... If they didn't get too caught sniffing it all the time.

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Carnis: Y/n a-asked me to pick up some tomatoes for dinner. They gave.. me their sweater because they trusted me.... Y/n's sweater.... Puppy's sweater... Smells nice. Soft too.. L-like them... Sleepy..

Puppy Reader: Haha- We'll work on this later, let's just go together, like always!

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Puppy Reader: So, there's this donut shop that has huuuge donut display on their roof, and everytime I pass it I wonder how much of it I could eat before I got sick if it were real... Sorry- This probably isn't helping much, wanna switch over to counting?

Carnis: N...no... This...is better.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

All The Man That I Need (18+)

Beefy!Bucky x Female Reader

Warnings:18+, Smut, Size Kink, Oral Sex (F Receiving), Squirting, Missionary Position, Kissing. If I've missed anything that you want tagged just let me know!

Authour's Note: There's literally no plot here whatsoever, just shameless smut. I haven't written for bucky in a while so I wanted to try writing for him again, but honestly writing this was a bit of a struggle so it may not be my best work.

Word Count:1,524

Masterlist Bucky Barnes Masterlist

There was no shred of doubt about it, Bucky was big. In every sense of the word. Tall, broad and deliciously thick. His hair falling down along his chiselled, strong jaw in soft chocolate tresses. 

There was only one word that came to mind when you laid your eyes on your Bucky. 

Beefy.

Bucky was also immensely strong, with powerful muscles padding along the length of his arms, both human and metal alike. His legs were long, his thighs just as powerful as his arms, with sturdy muscles running the length of them.

Never have you ever felt more safe than when you’re held in the comforting warmth of his embrace, resting your head on the well-defined muscle of his chest. His arms circling you to bring you close to him, just where he always wanted you to be.

Bucky also never misses the opportunity to show off to you his super-soldier size and strength. Every inch of his six foot tall frame towered over you, but never once did he ever make you feel intimidated.

His size and strength also came into play in the bedroom. Easily picking you up in his arms as if you weigh next to nothing, carrying you to the bed with a gentleness that others may have assumed he wasn't capable of, but you knew that wasn't true.

He caged you beneath him, stroking his thumb over your cheek tenderly. before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss that was full of passion.

"You're so beautiful, Doll."  His steely grey-blue eyes sparkle in the moonlit-glow streaming in through the window, illuminating the otherwise dark room.

His lips descend lower, kissing his way down the column of your throat, occasionally stopping to nibble and suck hickeys into the crook of your neck. 

His lips trail further downwards, kissing his way across your collarbones and over the plump swell of your breasts. Taking the time to shower each of your breasts with its equal share of gentle kisses.

His tongue darts out from between his pink lips, swirling around one of your nipples, teasing the bud into a hardened peak. Whilst his human hand works to tease your other nipple, pinching and rolling it between the rough pads of his fingertips. 

His kisses continue to trail down your body, kissing in-between the valley of your breasts, moving down to kiss over the soft skin of your stomach, before laying a sweet kiss amongst the small thatch of hair between your legs.

Bucky wastes no time in raising your hips up and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, opening you up to him.

He leans down to your core, the tip of his nose nudging at your clit as he begins to lick his way through your folds. His tongue flattens against you as he takes one long sweep from the bottom of your slit to the very top, using the tip of his tongue to quickly flick against your clit. He sucks your clit between his plump pink lips, before letting go with a wet pop.

With a desperate whine you find your hands tangling into the lengths of his shaggy brown hair, your chest rising and falling with shuddering breaths.

He listens and takes your desperate whines of pleasure as a sign that you needed a little more from him.

“You want one of my fingers, huh Doll?” he asks, drawing back from you to look you deep in the eyes.

“Please..” your voice rasps out.

“Which one do you want, hm? You want this one?” he asks as the chill of his cold metal hand softly squeezes the plump flesh of your thigh. 

You shake your head. 

“No?” his deep rumbling voices teases.

“Want your other hand…please…just wanna feel you..please” you plead, desperate to feel the warm touch of his human hand.

“Well since you asked so nicely..” he smirks before slowly easing one of his thick fingers into your tight wet heat. 

He begins to slowly draw his finger in and out, making sure to press against that spot deep inside you that has your hips wriggling against the mattress. His metal hand is held over your stomach, providing you with a gentle pressure that makes everything he's doing feel so much more intense. You're fighting the urge to arch your back from the pleasure, but the chill of his metal hand against the heated flush of your skin keeps you right where he wants you to be.

“Oh you need it real bad don’t you Doll?” he’s relentless in his teasing. He always is. Always knowing just the right things to say that will have you wordlessly nodding your head for more.

His finger brushes against the spot inside you that has you rolling your hips.

His lips are on you once more, working in tandem with his finger, as he tastes you with an unabashed confidence.

“Tastes so fuckin’ sweet baby..Know you’re close, I can feel you squeezing my finger..” he mumbles against you as tongue continues to flick against your clit.

“Come for me, Doll…” he pleads as he watches how your heaving breaths of pleasure turn into desperate whines.

With one more thrust of his finger inside you and the flick of his tongue over your sensitive clit, you felt your orgasm rush over you. Your tight cunt pulsing with a wet gush as you squirt out your release. 

You hear a deep rumbling laugh as you look down between your thighs to see Bucky pull back for a moment, only to see his face glistening with the evidence of your orgasm. His tongue is immediately darting out to savour your taste on his lips, never missing out on the opportunity to drink down every last drop of you.

Leaning back on his haunches you see him slowly stroke his hand up and down his cock, teasing the head by swiping a thumb through the pooling mess of pre-cum glistening at his tip.

“See what eating your pussy does to me baby? Swear nothing makes me harder than getting to taste your sweetness on my tongue, Doll.”

With his cock held firmly in his hand he lays the length of him down against your lower stomach, almost as if he’s sizing you up. His tip coming up to rest just below your belly button, leaving a stick smear of pre-cum as he taps his heavy dick against your skin.

You were all too aware of Bucky's impressively sizable length, but seeing him line himself up against you like that makes you realise just how big he is, and how much he fills you up.

He lines himself up with your entrance, pushing his hips forward slowly with a groan. Filling you up inch by inch with his thick cock. Working himself until he is fully settled inside you.

He gives you a moment to adjust to the stretch, knowing that you always need a quick moment to gather yourself when he fills you so completely. 

He feels your heels digging into his back and that's all the go-ahead he needs before he's drawing his hips back and thrusting himself into your tight wet cunt.

He rolls his hips experimentally before he feels your nails digging into his shoulder bringing him close as you whisper in his ear.

“Want it hard…please..” you whine, placing a sweet kiss below his ear.

Bucky immediately pulls you close to him, his metal hand squeezing into the plump curve of your hips as he begins to fuck his hips into you with sharp precise thrusts.

The feeling of his thick cock stretching you out straddles the thin line between pain and pleasure, with each thrust into you he satisfies you more than anyone had ever done before.

“Look at you, Doll…Look so pretty underneath me like this…fuck..take my cock so well..” he groans, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss.

His other hand snakes down to rub circles around your clit with practised ease, knowing your body as well as he did, he knew exactly the right way to touch you that would have you falling apart under his touch.

He continues to work your body, the feeling of him deep inside you and his fingers rubbing you so perfectly has you rolling your eyes back as your orgasm rushed over you.

“That’s it, pretty girl…come for me…wanna feel you squeezing me..” he moans in his deep raspy voice.

With a few more rolls of his hips, he buries his length inside you as deep as he can before he’s filling you up with rope after rope of his release, swallowing your moans in a deep kiss.

Taking a moment to gather himself with a steadying breath he slowly pulls out of you, his eyes never leaving you as he watches the flow of him drip out of you.

Laying down beside you in the bed he pulls you into his strong arms, once again keeping you safe in his embrace. He places a loving and tender kiss into the crown of your hair.

"My perfect Doll…I love you so much.."

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[peachesofteal]

Mother Peaches you. You are BLESSING us with content. And I am an ungrateful heathen stepping into your home to throw out a thought that if you by chance were stumped on something to write or wanted to throw a scrap out into the void as a warm up writing piece or cool down or whatever the writer equivalent is. May I propose the idea of Simon and Johnny boy taking care of darling when she has a cold? The sniffles, if you will. For I fear that I am on deaths doorstep and this cold will actually take me out. My dying wish, if you please, dear peach. May those two beefy boys take me to the gates of heaven.

Here is some comfort and fluff for everyone before Chapter 11 goes up. Consider it a gift. Hope you recovered well, dear anon! Ghost/Soap/female reader - Dead Disco verse Warnings-tags: sickfic, loss of consciousness, hospitals.

"Ye're sleepy this morning." Johnny hums, palm smoothing over your forehead. "Ye feelin' okay?" A yawn stretches your lips wide, and you shrug.

"Yeah, just tired." Your head hurts a little, an ache reverberating behind your skull, spreading out from your eyes to your ears, so you bury your face in his chest, breathing in the scent of his skin. "Don't wanna get up."

"Well, ye dinnae have to. But I thought we could have breakfast while we wait for Si." He murmurs. You blink up at him, sight a little bleary, and he frowns, brow wrinkled in concern. "Darling?"

"Yeah, breakfast is fine. Good." your lips smack, dry. Crusted. You snuggle closer, chilled, and Johnny wraps his arms around you, rubbing a palm down your back.

"Are ye sure ye're feeling alright?"

"Mhmm."

"Breakfast in bed, then?" The proposal carries weight, memories, of past meals in bed, ones that ended with you being the meal instead of whatever Johnny whipped up, but instead of it exciting you, you relent to your weariness, sinking back into the sheets with a sigh. Johnny kisses you, sweet lips on your brow. "Go back to sleep, love. I'll bring you something in a bit." And well, who can say no to that?

You wake some time later to the bed shifting, blankets being moved. The air is heavy, thick with heat even though you're freezing, the throbbing in your skull much worse than it was before.

"Darling?" It's Simon. He's in bed beside you, trying to peel you free from the pile of blankets. You open your mouth to respond, but instead of words, a dry heave wells in your chest, rough, sputtering cough wracking your body. "Fuck, okay. I've got you, c'mon. Up we go." He heaves you into his arms, supporting your weight, back to his chest, your breathing labored.

"She's gotten worse." Johnny grimaces, thumb stroking your temple. "Didnae have a cough this morning." This morning?

"What time is it?" You croak.

"It's nearly twelve." Twelve? You've slept the whole morning. You fidget, trying to shift off the bed, but Simon stills you with an arm across your chest, palm flat over your heart.

"Jus' take it easy. You're not going anywhere."

"I slept the whole morning." You protest, but let them lay you back, settling you against the pillows.

"You're sick, darling. You're running a fever, and I don't like the sound of that cough." You shake your head, trying to protest, but when you take a breath, it gets stuck in your chest, and your eyes widen when your lungs heave. "Alright, you're alright." Simon soothes, voice low in your ear. "Just breathe, that's it." Once the bout finishes, he resettles you, and then trades places with Johnny, tucking him in alongside your body, working the blankets in around you both.

"Simon's goin' get ye some tea, and I'm goin' hold ye for a while."

"We had plans today." You moan, and he clucks.

"We can reschedule. Ye're what's important." Blue eyes full of worry watch you, and his brow crumples. "Ach, poor darling girl. I'm sorry ye're feeling so bad." He's so sweet, so kind. So loving, even when you're sick as death, it still makes you feel so warm and tingly, all through your body.

"Love you." You whisper, and he holds you close, nose in your hair.

"Love ye too."

Everything is dark. You feel like you're swimming in a murky pool, blackened, sticky tar that weighs you down, your arms and legs trying to fight to propel you up to the surface for air, working to break through so you can breathe.

In the water, in the deep, someone calls your name. Someone yells it, shouts it, and you try opening your eyes in response, to no avail. I'm here, you want to scream. I'm right here. Your body shakes, like you're being dragged, tossed around like a doll, and you try to speak, use your voice again. Nothing comes, and the dark swallows you whole, filling your mouth and nose with it's pitch black water, pushing you beneath it's swell once more.

The next time you wake, you're not in the bedroom. The ceiling is white, world too bright. There's something on your face, in your arm, and you whine at the feeling, skin pulling taut beneath tape.

"Hey, hey. You're alright." It's Simon, Simon's voice around you, pulling you closer, and your vision focuses, to see the two very concerned, very frantic faces of your boyfriends hovering over you.

"There she is." Johnny breathes.

"What..." You look around. This is a hospital. Why are you in the hospital? "What happened?" Just being in a place like this makes you anxious, sends your pulse rate higher, and they both glance up at the sound of the hurried beeping coming from the monitor.

"Ye're okay. It's alright, darling. Take a deep breath."

"We couldn't wake you up." Simon explains from your right, sitting back in a chair that's been pulled to the side of the bed. He clutches your hand, kissing your knuckles. "You were wheezing and it-" He stops abruptly, swallowing. He looks scared, you realize, and when you look at Johnny's face, you see it too. The fear. The worry.

"Ye sounded like ye were in pain." Johnny says. "We called for an ambulance and brought ye here."

"Am... am I okay?" You whisper, and they both smile, gently. Sweetly.

"You're okay, darling. You're going to be fine. You're on a strong course of antibiotics and we're going to take you home tomorrow." Simon assures, still holding onto your hand. Johnny perches on the bed by your hip, leaning over to kiss you, lips on your cheek for a lingering second.

"They said we can stay with ye tonight." He gestures to the little pull out bed by the window, and a recliner that has a pillow and blankets stacked on it. "Hospital sleepover. We're all goin' eat jello." He thumbs your cheek, and you both smile, eyes wandering to where Simon sits like stone, severe expression on his face. "She's alright, Si. See?" Johnny murmurs, and he nods.

"I know." He clears his throat. "I know she is." You squeeze his hand.

"Everything's goin' be alright." Johnny continues, and Simon's eyes shudder for a second, slipping shut when he takes a deep breath. When he opens them, he looks calmer, more steadfast, and you smile at him.

"How about that jello, then?"

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[ddejavvu]

Beefy boy James Potter with his girl who just all of a sudden starts avoiding sex. She’s going through a very serious bout of baby fever and she knows she’ll do a quick “wrap my legs around his thighs” if he so much as looks like he’ll cum in her. Like, she sees a cute baby vid on tiktok and she glances at him and gets all shifty before exiting the room. He tries to initiate, and she’s more sensitive than usual, by a lot, but then she flusters and just pulls away and he’s so confused.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

It's always excruciatingly difficult to pull away from James's muscled arms. When they're snaking up your pillow, framing your head to give him leverage on his elbows, making it easier for him to shift himself over you and grind his hips down onto your own.

"Wait," You mumble, words muffled by the kiss James has planted on your lips. You turn your head, his spit-slicked lips smearing over your cheek instead as you push at his hips, "Not- not tonight, Jamie. M'sorry, I'm tired."

"Oh," He backs off, now laying on his side facing you, "Alright, love. That's okay. Sorry."

"It's alright," You give him a breathless smile, detecting a hint of worry behind his eyes that you wish wasn't there, "Just had a long day."

"Mhm," He nods, watching you settle onto your pillow, "I bet, love. Baby was fussy today?"

Your mind rapidly flashes back to settling the infant against your chest, your little niece that you'd been tasked with babysitting for the week. Something so divinely pure had washed over you as the little girl had snuggled up to your shoulder, a big yawn stretching her tiny face and eliciting a gurgle from her throat. When you'd set her down in her crib for a nap you'd felt empty, the ghostly sensation of her pressed against you still lingering in your chest, dragging your heart down.

Babysitting was fantastic, but it left you reeling in terms of your aspirations. All of a sudden you wanted to pop one of those suckers out yourself, nestle into a nuclear family with James that consisted of scallop-cut PB&J's packed into school lunches with lovey notes from mum.

"Hell-ooo," James croons, stroking a large finger against the side of your face, "You in there? I asked if the baby was fussy."

"Oh," You eye his finger warily, tightening your thighs beneath the covers at his touch. You struggle to bring yourself back to the moment, stammering, "Yeah. She fell asleep early, though."

"Nice," James hums, doubt clouding his tone. "Sweetheart, are you alright?"

"Hm?"

"You seem distant," He observes, "Sort of far away."

"Sorry," You breathe, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself, "I- I just.. I've been thinking."

If James is concerned, he tries not to show it. He eases out the muscles in his jaw, nodding encouragingly, "Yeah?"

"Did you want to... I mean- would you ever think about... having kids of our own?"

His eyes widen, not roughly in shock, but dazedly, languidly, "You want to- to have babies? With me? Like- like a family?"

"Yeah," You nod, "Like a family."

"I- I mean," James flounders, blinking hazily, "Are you joking? I'd love to start a family with you. Seriously, I mean, I've thought about it forever, 'just didn't wanna scare you on the first date asking whether you'd want yellow or red for the nursery."

You let out an incredulous laugh, one that eases tension out of your shoulders in waves of giddiness, "Really? You'd want that with me?"

"Darling," He leans forwards to kiss you, firm but chaste - for now - "Why do you think I always linger in the baby clothes section in stores? You really want this?"

"Yes!" You laugh breathlessly, letting him lift himself over you once more, this time in a hug, "Yes, James! I want this, let's- let's have a baby."

Your eyes shine with excitement and his do the same when he pulls back from the crushing hug he'd trapped you in. He holds your hips, "Now?" and you nod vigorously.

"I was afraid I wouldn't let you pull out," You admit breathily, excitement billowing in your belly when James's curls tickle your skin, his lips trailing along your neck, "I thought I'd just cling to you or something, 'didn't want to baby trap you."

"Sweetheart," James laughs sympathetically, hips putting a steady pressure on your own as he kisses up your chin to your lips, "Think I might'a cum double if you'd done that."

"Then I'll do it now," You pant, thighs parting to wrap around James's waist as he slowly grinds his bulge over your panties, "C'mon Jamie, 'need you now."

"Easy," The man hums, sucking gently at a spot on your neck that makes your hips buck, "We're not fucking, we're making love. We're going slow tonight, darling, gonna savor every inch of you."

[educatedsimps]

it came to me in a vision that Iwaizumi loves to give wrists kisses. that and like palm kisses when he gets his face touched. could I request a soft fix with some of this?

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iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

a/n: IT CAME TO ME IN A VISION THAT WE GOT AN IWA REQUEST TODAY 😭😭😭 AIN’T NO WAY BRO

cw: nth much tbh, it's just married fluff, slice of life kinda thing, lots of kisses, yves says the sweetness in this one is at dangerously high levels, also iwa iwa iwa iwa iwa iwa iwa iwa iwa iwa iwa iwa he's so cute i just wanna give him so many forehead kisses

PS: bonus headcanons available below!

With a groan, you rolled over and hit snooze on your phone. Squinting at the screen, the time glared back at you.

5:55a.m.

Sighing, you placed your phone faced down on your bedside table and flopped onto your back.

Next to you, Iwaizumi yawned and stretched with his bare arms above his head. Even this early in the morning, you couldn't help but marvel at your husband's physique in the dim lighting.

Turning to face you, he smiled with one side of his face buried in his pillow before snaking one beefy arm around your waist. "G'morning, baby," Hajime said, his deep voice reverberating through his chest. You swore you could listen to his voice forever.

He looked so good like this, soft and unguarded. Noticing sleep lines on the side of his face, you couldn't help but reach out to stroke his cheek. So cute. Smiling softly, you murmured, "Good morning, Haji."

A warm hand came up to grasp your wrist, bringing it down to his lips to place a gentle kiss on your skin. Slightly ticklish, you tried to wiggle out of his grasp but he only held onto you tighter. Giggling, you tried to pull away but he only proceeded to grab your other wrist and plant kisses there too.

"Hajiiiii," You whined halfheartedly.

Iwaizumi finally relented and pulled you towards him, hugging you tightly to his chest and kissing the crown of your head.

"Don't get your morning breath in my hair," You teased, closing your eyes.

"Mmfhh..." He grunted, inhaling your sweet scent.

Your face was tucked into his neck and you wrapped your arms around his torso. One of his hands cradled your head while the other was rubbing slow circles on your back. Soon, a comfortable silence settled over the room as the two of you lay in bed together.

At least until your 6a.m. alarm rang and you both groaned, finally getting out of bed to start the day.

"Thanks, Hajime," You said when he dropped you off at work about an hour later. You grabbed your bag and coffee before leaning across the centre console to press your lips against his. As you pulled away, he stopped you.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked, raising an eyebrow with a teasing glint in his eye.

With your face still inches from his, you placed your hand at the back of his head and pulled him towards you. Your fingers combed through his short brown hair as you placed a chaste kiss on his forehead, then slowly moved to rest your hand on his jaw as you kissed him on the lips, deeper this time.

Pulling back, you sat there admiring him and watched as his cheeks warmed beneath your touch. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of your big beefy hunk of a husband blush from one kiss.

Without a word, he held your wrist in his hand and brought your palm down to his lips, placing the sweetest of kisses on your skin. He trailed kisses from your wrist and over your thumb crease, all while keeping eye contact with you. His kisses, whether on your lips or your wrists - or anywhere else for that matter - never failed to feel like the tiniest sparks of electricity were running through your veins. Even the swiftest of pecks could make it feel like metaphorical flowers were blooming in your heart.

"God, I'll never get used to that," He murmured, turning his head in an attempt to hide his blush. Same ol' Hajime.

"You still blush like when we were in college, babe. It's adorable," You said, hand still in his.

"Get outta here, you're gonna be late, dumbass," He grumbled with a half smile gracing his features. Giving your hand a squeeze, he let go before reaching over to open the passenger door for you. "Text me when you're done, yeah? I'll wait for you in the parking lot and we'll go grab the new air purifier from my parents' before dinner."

With a final thanks and goodbye to your husband, you got out of the car and started walking toward your office building.

"By the way," He called, rolling down the passenger window. "I'm not the only one blushing like a teenager!"

Turning, you stuck your tongue out at him with a pout on your face as you realised you were blushing just as much as he was, if not more. You caught sight of his wink through the car window as he drove off and your heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

✨ BONUS HEADCANONS HERE! it's really just a shit ton of extra stuff i wanted to write in this fic before i realised i overestimated my writing abilities so here you go. THANK YOU ANON FOR REQUESTING AND THANK YOU READERS FOR READING, we love you all so muchhh see y'all in our next post :)

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[katsukiizmoon]

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🌶 ┊k.bkg + birth control begone ꒱

『♡』 Stopping birth control has turned you into something akin to an insatiable succubus.

『♡』 @crybaby-bkg for the idea because she made an original post that heavily inspired this ! I stopped my birth control one time and stopped feeling attracted to my at the time boyfriend of almost two years Lmaoooo but anyways! This is like way fucking longer than I thought it would be.

『♡』 18+, mild scenting kink??, idk it’s like not abo but but like ..mm, raw sex,, mating press, breeding, mild degredation, pussy eating, one orgasm denial, finger sucking, biting, established relationship, f! Reader, squirting, some marking / biting

The idea was his. Birth control made you sluggish and less alive almost. He didn’t like seeing it, watching you struggle with certain symptoms. Over the years, he reached out to different contacts for an alternative. There were none, unfortunately.

Part of it was wanting to take burden off of you and your body. You’d been exhausted of the headaches and fatigue. Random ups and downs with your weight was beginning to cause confidence issues. So you stopped taking it.

And god, you’re thriving.

Katsuki piddles with the pen in his hand and watches tv. The blue light of the screen no match for the warmth of daylight. Click click click. He clicks the side of it, mild frown gracing his features at the characters on the screen.

Your head lays on the expanse of his chest. Tan skin against your own, cheek smooshed against the muscle there, listening to his pretty little thump of a heartbeat. His beefy arm relaxes on top of your body and rubs minuscule circles near your hip bone.

It’s relaxing. It’s peaceful.

Until your nose nudges near his throat and you inhale deeply. The skin of his neck is soft and smells so much like honey that your mouth begins to water. Heat pools in the pits of your tummy slowly as you press in and inhale again.

“What’re you doin brat?” The blonde sighs, thick brow raised and eyes flitting over to you.

Your tongue traces a little line up from his collar bone to his jaw. Suddenly the characters on screen don’t make much sense, haze slowly seeping into the air of your apartment. His cock begins to stir in his sweats, eyes flicking toward you again and tongue sweeping over the plush of his lips.

“M’ just.. you smell so good baby..” You drawl, nipping at the skin near his jaw a little. Your hand slides down the planes of his torso, low purr forming in the back of your throat, excitement building.

Katsuki snorts, “I smell good?” He tilts his head a bit and groans lowly, allowing you to have your way for now, letting you play.

You nod while sucking a purple mark on his collar bone. A shiver runs up and down his spine at the feeling of your nimble fingers sliding over the fabric, palming at his semi. His lips open to let out a puff of air and before he can blink you’re on top of him. Panties pressed against the fabric covering his cock, pussy slowly leaking and soaking through the threads.

“God you smell so good— makes me wanna lick every part of you and suck you dry.” You coo,hips rocking forward and lips finding his. He just smells so.. so him. It feels so good to smell like him.

“Oh—“

You’re rutting against him like a bitch in heat. He doesn’t know how the two of you got here this fast— you sniffed his neck and suddenly now you’re dry humping him like your life fucking depends on it. And god he loves it, he just eats it up.

Katsuki’s cock is so hard now that the pen is tossed to the ground. He focuses on the way your mouth feels against his, his tongue sliding toward your own, the way you taste. The dampness against his sweats is beginning to soak through. Precum leaks from the head of his cock and he bucks up toward you.

“God baby— what’s gotten into you hmm?” Thick fingers reach toward your panties, swiping over the soaked area. He groans and curses to himself before slipping them beneath the fabric and toward your clit.

The moan you let out makes his body heat up a few degrees. Sweat beads up on him and the smell has your pussy squeezing around nothing. You lean back and he lays you down on the couch and yanks the panties off of you. Before you can give him an answer his tongue is licking stripes through your folds.

You feel almost intoxicated. Possessive, high on him, obsessed with becoming part of him— you can’t describe it. But he smells just enough like heaven to make you sin.

Your pussy squelches when two of his fingers enter, feeling around and pushing in and out. His tongue circles your clit, lips wrapping around to suck. And he’s on cloud nine.

Ever since you’ve been off birth control it’s been like this. You pounce on him when he’s least expecting it, beg him to fuck cum into you, and then walk around in his clothing for hours after.

Your hips buck and your fingers grip wheat colored strands of hair like he’s your lifeline. Like he’s the only thing keeping you on earth, but your heart pounds in your ears and something similar to a coil is tightening in your tummy. Slick juice spills from you and onto the poor couch below despite Katsuki trying in earnest to lick it all up.

It feels good, it sounds good, it smells good— he’s got fingers in your pussy and his tongue lapping up juices. He eats like he’s starving every time, placing a little smack on your ass when you squirm a bit too much. Cherry irises look up to you, watching your face scrunch and your jaw drop. The coil feels like it’s about to snap, your toes starting to curl as you press your pussy against his face more. You’re practically using his tongue like a toy, rubbing yourself against his mouth and begging like a desperate whore.

And then he stops and sends you into a hissy fit. Your oversized tshirt is snatched off of you, tossed to the side.

“Katsuki what the fu-“

His fingers are shoved into your mouth before you can finish. One hand coming to palm with the mound of your breast as he now looks down at you.

“You see how you taste baby? Taste so fuckin good—“ He licks his lips, pulling his fingers out with a wet pop sound.

You look at him in a daze, fucked out and confused. Your orgasm ripped from your hands and the smell of caramel and honey thick in the room. You consider clawing at him, sinking your teeth down, finding a way to smell like him forever.

He uses a hand to guide his cock toward your slick folds, sliding the weight through them and against your clit. Sweat beads on his temples and chest while his pants are pulled down to his knees. And you’re losing it.

“Hnn fuck, fuck, baby I need it” you babble.

His cock sheathes in one fluid motion, burying to the hilt. Both his meaty hands push your legs up toward your shoulders and he’s so close your senses are flooded. It’s overwhelming, feeling him this close.

“Hahh.. pretty little thing.” Katsuki rasps, slamming his hips forward and up. He’s so deep that the tip of his precum covered length presses against your cervix. And oh, it makes him dizzy. A little too excited, too ballsy.

“Oh fuck me, god you’re in my belly— cmere baby,” You babble nearly incoherently and card your fingers through his hair and pull him in. Your nose nuzzles against his neck and you inhale again, getting high off it. It’s like you can feel it seeping into your veins, becoming part of you.

His dick is always so weighty, pushing up and pounding into your pussy. Squelching and clapping, frothing lightly at the base while you dig your nails into one of his shoulders. His eyes meet yours and keep the contact, like he’s swallowing your soul whole and replacing it with part of his.

“Yeah? You wanna be stuck with me forever don’t you? Bet you want to be scented and stuffed full of cum till you’re pregnant huh?” He pistons his hips up and holds you there, pressing down on your lower tummy a little like he can feel himself there. You make a desperate noise, realizing he took a peek into one of the books you read recently— and something you starts to snap.

“Yeah, yeah, god yeah I do ‘kats!” Your nails dig deeper into his shoulders and you sink your teeth into his neck.

He slams in again, so deep and hard it nearly hurts, and you fall apart. Your jaw clamps down, nails dragging across his shoulders and eyes rolling back while you take in his scent. It wafts around the room and makes you float. You can taste it, you swear, like caramel melting in your mouth.

Clear substance spurts from your pussy and all over your tummy and his. The blonde watches in awe with his abs flexing to still himself as you finish. Your pussy squeezes him and sucks him in so much he can’t stop himself.

He buries himself to the hilt and pushes his cock against your cervix. His head throws back, eyes squeezing shut as the air is taken from his lungs. The bite on his throat hurts and makes him dizzy in the best ways. His balls tighten, hands squeezing at your body as he cums.

“Oh fuck.” He whines, groaning and panting.

Cum fills your pussy up to the brim, slowly leaking out as he stays inside the heat. You begin to relax your jaw and lick at his throat like an apology. Your nose nudges near his jaw and you begin to unravel yourself from him.

Katsuki’s hair sticks to his forehead, he pants and pulls out, laying on top of you. The two of you lay like that for a while before he’s pulling up his sweats with a breathy laugh.

“God you pounced on me, you perv!” He snickers, poking the side of your tummy while you lay under him and look for your shirt.

“Yeah well you read my damn book!” You sit up, tossing on the shirt and grinning with a brow raised. He turns a little pink and rolls his eyes.

“That ain’t the point! Dammit, just gimme a kiss .” The blonde snorts, leaning over toward you and kissing your lips lightly. He still tastes like your pussy and you still taste like his sweat.

He’ll talk to you about it later. Maybe— just needs to let you sniff him a bunch again. Then he can pop quiz you, ask you what the fixation is about. You’ll deny it for a minute, but you can’t hide the pink on your cheeks when he comes in sweaty from work.

[sunshine7queen]

@windlullaby @mrs-toji

Hey! Can you please draw sukuna wishing me a happy birthday, please 👉👈 I love him in your style and maybe or maybe not it’s my birthday, so 😞💔

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANON!!! sorry sukuna is a little late to the party, forgive him

[fayeofthenightingale]

Reading is not enough! I need to be physically close to Miguel! I wanna cradle his pretty face! I wanna trace his prominent cheek bones with my thumbs! I want to give him soft kisses from the forehead, to his Temples, to the corner of his lips and to his lips! I want that man to wrap his big beefy arms around my waist and rest his head near my chest or stomach while he lays on top of me! I WANT TO TELL HIM HOW PRETTY HE IS! HOW MUCH I LOVE EVERY PART OF HIM! TO WHISPER SWEET NOTHINGS AND COMFORTING WORDS TO HIM. DO YOU HEAR ME GOD?! THIS! THIS IS WJAT I WANT! TO BE SOFT WITH THAT MAN!

(and after that, have a soft se-)

[sunshine7queen]

@preciousamethyst

[onsunnyside]

aaaaa when mma!curtis gets hurt though!! or if he loses a match :(( extra feral and rough and nasty 🤧 reader is so concerned for him and tries to make to make him feel better, but baby, all u gotta lay there and let him tear u apart

oh he'll absolutely lose it 🫡 although he's pissed off, he's still a daddy who loves to tease:

"—fuckin' stupid ref, he didn't call any of that shit just to screw me over." His rant breaks off into curses as he struggles with his heavily bandaged fingers. Honestly, it was his fault. He couldn't sit still as you tended to his bruised and battered knuckles, now it was all sloppy and unravelling by the moment.

"Don't take it off!"

His heated eyes meet yours in the reflection, water dripping from his buzzed hair to his bearded cheeks. "What was that?"

"D-Don't take 'em off... or it'll hurt." You stutter and roll on the heels of your feet. "I don't want you to ever hurt, especially after those mean guys..." (aka his opponent who broke the rules one too many times and the ref who didn't call any of it, which led to Curtis' loss). You tug on the hem of his sweater, feeling awfully exposed because he didn't let you put on panties after your shared shower ("why would you need them?")

He breaks the tension with a grunt, gesturing you over with a nod, "c'mere, cupcake. Daddy wants to show you something."

You hesitantly obey and squeak as he tugs you closer, propping you on the counter with ease, his arms flexing deliciously. He brings your hand to his tattooed chest, right below his collarbone.

"You know what this is?"

You nod, "Your grandparent's birth year."

"Mhm, and what about this?" He trails down, dragging your fingers to his abs, inches away from his bushy pubic hair.

"Uhm, a d-dagger."

You remember when you saw it for the first time. He was in the middle of training and you walked in, nearly dropping the freshly baked cookies at the sight of him all beefy, sweaty and flushed. Curtis, being ever the observant fella, took you into the locker room and ate you out over your underwear ("Can't have my sweet girl all needy, hm? Gotta give her what she deserves." and he did, making you cream your panties so he could hide them in his bag for later).

He moves your hand to the loose towel around his waist, right over the growing bulge. "And this, sweet baby?"

You gulp, squirming as he makes you rub over his clothed cock. You can feel him growing harder, throbbing hotly under your palm.

"...it's your thing, daddy."

He tsks, shaking his head, "that's not what it's called."

You were a virgin when you met Curtis. But he didn't mind that you were inexperienced in relationships and sex, he was sweet and slow with you, allowing you to explore his body first to get you comfortable with intimacy. As much as you loved hearing him say filthy things, you were still so shy saying it yourself.

"Do I have to say it?"

"If you wanna taste it." He leans forward, softly kissing your cheek, then the other, and then your nose, dutifully ignoring your pouting lips. "C'mon, cupcake. Say it, and I'll let you keep me warm."

He knows you love that, feeling close and safe. You love holding him in your hand, or in your mouth, or one of your other holes. If you could, you'd keep him all snug every damn day.

"Then, I'll fuck your pretty face. Make you gag on my cock and try to fit my balls in your mouth—you wanna help me feel better after that shitty match, right, baby?"

[medicinal-doll]

Bedtime.

Title: Bedtime.

Daddy!Henry Cavill x little!reader

Words: 800.

Summary: You're throwing a tantrum because you're cranky cause you stayed up too late, but don't worry Henry will take care of you.

Warnings: ddlg dynamic,p in v sex,mention of choking/spanking,brat behavior,Dom/sub dynamic, degrading,daddy kink,pet names

A/N: Practicing getting better at writing smut and I couldn't find a ddlg bedtime for Henry with smut so here's this

*Please don't repost without permission If you use my writing as inspiration please ask first and credit me

.............

"No!" you scream as Henry holds you securely against his burly frame.Taking you from your pink playroom.

"Not a dolly princess.." you sniffle watching your toys and stuffies disappear from your view.

"Don' wanna go night night!"

You kick and scream, though your hits do no effective damage.

Henry sighs at your tantrum and gently pats your butt encouraging you to stop yelling at this time of night.

You always get cranky when you stay up this late, which is why he set a strict bedtime for you.But your little doe eyes got the best of him tonight, His mistake.

"Aaahh!-" you yell obnoxiously.

Okay... now you're just being annoying. Henry rolls his eyes at your antics.

"C'mon honey shhh" he encourages you softly, bouncing you gently in his arms.

"I told you baby" he coos at you. "You need your little girl rest sweetie, but you didn't want to listen to daddy"

His reasoning doesn't quell your sobs and frustration at all.

"Put me down! don't wanna go..." You cry but Henry picks up on your blatant lying.

"We do this everytime princess... you're just a little baby honey" he talks to you in that warm loving tone that makes you shy.

" you need your sleep doll" he whispers softly placing a kiss to the side of your head.

"Or you'll get all cranky and upset and start throwing tantrums at daddy like you are now"

You sniffle, Slightly embarrassed and aware of your unnecessary outburst. But it doesn't stop you from whining.

"Don't wanna go...." you mumble to yourself.

It's your last attempt at fighting him before your littlest sleepy self takes the place of any hostility you have left in you.

"I know baby, I know." He says in a soothing tone.

"just let daddy take care of you princess okay?"

You nod at him, whines still leaving your mouth. those being the last remnants of your fit.Henry rubs your back in slow circles patting your butt lovingly while carrying you up the stairs.

He sets you on the bed gently, and you start to act up again. But then he gives you that stern dominant look that warns you not to test him, and you shut right up and wait patiently like a good girl.

Henry removes his shirt revealing his beefy chest and toned abs, dark chest hair decorating his warm skin.

You lay back on the bed. A new feeling taking control of you, a docile feeling that makes you burn with desire.

You dip your hands between your legs touching yourself sensually.

You aren't allowed to touch.Not without your owners permission, but seeing as you've already pissed him off for the night and the lustful look he's giving you right now. He doesn't seem to mind.

Even if he did you're in such a mood, he'd have to physically restrain you in order for you to stop.

You rub your fingers over your clit, making sure to give your daddy a good look at your cute little princess parts.Eyes glinting in pleasure as wet dews of arousal make your pussy glisten in the warm light of the bedroom.

You whimper softly in that high pitched tone you know drives your daddy fucking insane.

You flick your clit faster, eyefucking your sir.

"Please daddy....fuck me" you whine out.

"I'll be good now, I'll go to bed promise"

You moan arching your back off of the covers winding your hips against the soft sheets.

"Just please give me your cock..."

Henry prides himself on being A good daddy that upholds the rules. But god damn it, you don't know what you do to him. And if it wasn't for the very visible bulge peeking from his boxers, he might've been able to resist the temptation.

He climbs on top of you giving into his carnal desires.

You look at him face flushed, all pouty and submissive.

"Please daddy I can't take it anymore-"

"I need you in me"

"I need my daddy"

At those last words you cling to him, nails slightly digging into the warm flesh of his bicep.

Henry quickly frees his cock from his boxers, it being just as needy and swollen as yours.

He rubs his length up and down your drooling pussy, coating it in your wet heat.

You grip on him tighter.

"Please..."

He looks at you with animalistic eyes.

"Please what..." He says darkly as his cock teases your entrance.

You pout impatiently. "please fuck me da- Ah!"

He sheathes himself in your slick warm pussy fully, groaning at the tightness wrapped around him.

"Fuck baby...mm" he grunts deeply.

Henry pulls out then ruts back in and you yelp.

"Gonna breed you so fucking good..fuck" he says in a low groan.

You whine as he slowly starts moving his hips against yours.Soft sobs spilling from your lips as his fat cockhead rubs against the sensitive ridges in your vagina.

"Please daddy ruin me" you beg.

"Fuck my little girl hole till I scream..."

He plants the gentlest kiss to your lips before slamming his hips into you.Harshly driving his dick in your cunt, exploring it shamelessly.

"Ah! Fuck!-" His cock slaps against your wet walls as lustful sounds fill the room.He's so fucking big, you think you'll break if he goes any deeper.

"Daddy! Fuck-"He smacks your ass in warning and you cry out.

"Ah!"

"The fuck did I tell you about cursing hm?"

"You needy slut, you just don't know when to listen do you"

You cry at his harsh words when in reality they only make you wetter.Your arousal dripping all over him, drenching his cock and balls.

Henry grabs you by the throat choking you against the pillow.

"You fucking like it when I treat you like a slut don't you"

He rams his cock in you making you so fucking sensitive your legs start shaking around him in pleasure as his meaty hips bounce against your thighs.So rough you can't think straight.

"No! Not a slut!" You shake your head at him.

"No?.." He questions in a deep voice.Eyes gaining a sadistic tinge to them, As he grabs you flipping you on your tummy.

"Then I guess you don't like when I fuck you like this then huh"

He takes your little pussy from behind pounding you like the good little cock whore you are,his dick reaching those deep intimate places that drive you crazy.You moan embarrassingly loud as he drives his hips against your weak spot.

"Ah! Daddy please I'm sorry!" you cry out in pleasure.

Henry laughs at how how you're such a shy bunny but you're so fucking loud when he gets his hands on you.

"That's right baby you should be fucking sorry" he grunts, vigorously thrusting into your hot pussy.

"But don't worry hun, daddy's gonna make sure you get to bed on time every. fucking. night."

He fucks into you after every pause your walls fluttering around his dick gripping at every vein sucking his cock back into your soaked cunt.

He grabs your face squishing your cheeks together and whispering in your ear.

"If daddy promises to keep fucking you like this before bedtime, you're gonna be a good little girl for me aren't you baby?"

Your minds fucking gone but you agree to whatever the hell he's saying, too cock drunk to comprehend anything but him pounding your little cunt raw.

"Yes daddy! Ill be good I'll be good fuck fuck fuck fuck-." You scream his cock and balls slapping against your lips at a fast sloppy pace.It all feeling so fucking good and too much for you at the same time.

His hips hit your spot repeatedly and you scream as Henry's white cream explodes into your little womb.your eyes roll to the back of your head, your blush spreading to your entire face.

"Daddy.." you whimper at his hot milk entering you.

His head dips down resting on your back, his soft breath against your ear.

"What did I just say about cursing..." He asks slightly out of breath.

Oops.

"Sorry daddy it felt too good" you plead.

You turn and wrap yourself in his embrace.

"Couldn't help it...."

He sighs pulling you deeper into his big arms.

"That's alright bunny"

"Daddy just has to be better about disciplining you about that, and your bedtime"

You just nod, snuggling against the comfort of his muscular chest in acceptance.

Henry chuckles and smiles at your cuteness, petting your hair softly as you both drift off to sleep.