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[sashiavi]

you mentioned about wanting rambles so... im sharing this one with you because u will GET IT... !

breeding with bull Alex... being his cute lil cow girl, the sheer size difference potential ughh could you imagine? he could lift you up by your waist and fuck you doggy style while you still hover mid air </3 PULLING on his big bull horns for stability when he bullies you into a mating press, having his whole body completely encase yours as he bends awkwardly with every thrust; but you can hardly complain with a face full of his tits </3 having him pump ur pussy full every breeding season??? he'd be so affectionate n doting too i bet, parading around with you glued to his hip because he loves to show you off </3

Ughhh you get me so well ♡♡

Cow! And Bull! Hybrids are genuinely one of my absolute favourite things </3 they honestly rival Puppy! Girls n boys so hArd it's so hard to choose between them sometimes.

And ughh being Alex's pretty Cow - it's everything I love, things like heats and cycles Lactation! ! !

It's such a guilty pleasure of mine you don't even know (or you do >v>)

Poor pretty tits aching so baddd, nipples so sensitive while he gently laps at them to soothe, he knows he shouldn't be so greedy, he feeds you sooo well and pampers you sweetly to ensure your milk is the best quality for him to sell on the farm- but how could he?? Not when you taste so good and look so pretty while he does it <//3

And the comforting aura he'd bring - so strong and dominant :(( getting you all comfy on his cock, cuddle fucking you while he gently suckles on your tits, swallowing down your sweet milks. He'll break away for a few moments just to praise and shush you, his hands always petting and caressing, even bumping the cute little buds on your head you call horns.

He can go absolutely crazy on your scent but also has such a grip on himself and knows when it's your special time :((

Something about him being sooo dominant over everything with you - breeding you up, fucking you deep but also when he's being so, so soft.

[sashiavi]

imagine big boy diluc… like VERY HUGE!!1!1!!1 his beautiful thick arms are bigger than ur head, his tummy, his thighs, his ass, HIS TITS FBWNBDKWNDKW idk i have always hc him as big and hairy, it really suits him (in my opinion) and jesus my heart hurts when i imagine fucking him sooo good 😭😔😔😔😭😭😭😔😔

♡ Genshin Impact Big Boys ♡ Ughh you're sooo right- big boy Diluc please rearrange my guts ! ! Diluc needs to be built like Gallagher from hsr !

I've had this idea of him just rOTTING in my notes for genuinely over a year now- was waiting for someone to say it 😩

Warnings : 18+ Smut | Size Difference | Detailed body descriptions (we're analysing this man today)

Hope you enjoy ♡♡

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BigBoy!Diluc with his sleeves rolled up, dark hair on his arms on display from elbow to wrist. Forearms thick and veiny- so fucking strong, throwing you around with ease.

BigBoy!Diluc with his large hands, so warm and tough, bigger than your face. Imagining his palms caressing over your skin, sucking in the heat from his fingers. Archons his fingers, thick, long and calloused and yet still so pretty. Perfect for suckling and choking on them, sobbing when he finger fucks your pretty pussy.

BigBoy!Diluc who eats well, of course he does, with all that luxury and money. He's not as lean as he used to be, when he was the Cavalry Captain for the Knights of Favonious, but Gods was he still strong. Wielding that heavy claymore with ease, carrying stock boxes for the Tavern, effortlessly fucking you in the air, held up by just his hands.

BigBoy!Diluc with strong, broad shoulders, big back and biceps, filled out with thick muscle. Gods his chest- Pectorals filled out with fat and muscle, decorated in delicate freckles and moles and a decent patch of hair on his sternum - Pretty pink nipples sealing the deal.

BigBoy!Diluc with a little bit of a tummy, soft love handles barely peaking over his trousers, still packed with hard muscle, cushioned with a bit of fluff. Perfect for grabbing, pulling his hips towards your own.

BigBoy!Diluc with his hairy belly, leading down down into his pants, happy trail framing his tummy and torso perfectly.

BigBoy!Diluc with his thick thighs, perfect for you to sit on, snuggled in his lap like a lapdog. Perfect for you to straddle and ride, big, warm hands on your hips guiding you to hump on him like a puppy.

BigBoy!Diluc with his large, broad nose, always jabbing and nudging into your perfect pretty clit while he tongue fucks your pussy. His crimson eyes looking up at you from behind the arched bridge of his nose, drunk and bleary, teeth nearly accidentally biting into the soft flesh of your cunt.

BigBoy!Diluc and his fat cock. Thick and pudgy, angry, flushed pink tip oozing globs of pre down his shaft. Gods, his cock. Pulsing and flexing, pretty veins accenting his richly thick length. Heavy shaft bobbing with arousal, struggling to stand tall from its weight.

BigBoy!Diluc with his heavy breeder balls, perfectly accented by his thick thighs. Groomed but still hairy, perfectly pairing with his droopy, heavy cock.

BigBoy!Diluc who has stamina. Fucking up your pussy over and over, holding his warm hand on your tummy, over that thick belly bulge the pudgy head of his cock stabs into you.

BigBoy!Diluc who can easily take all those scratches, teethy kisses, the crescent moons of your nails digging into his back.

BigBoy!Diluc putting pants on in the morning, bare back covered in old scars and new nail scratches. He can barely shuck them on, hindered by the heavy swell of his cock and the thick of his ass.

BigBoy!Diluc who brushes your hair out of your face with his thick fingers, palm rested on your temple, oh so warm in the morning chill.

BigBoy!Diluc with his pretty smile, kissing a soft goodbye on your forehead with his plump lips.

BigBoy!Diluc who will be back later, wrapping you up in the comfiest hug, huge arms wrapped around your body, strength lifting you in a silly twirl, lips peppering hot kisses all on your face.

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[sashiavi]

question of the day time!!!🍑🍓

which genshin men are more likely to be extremely dom? 👀👀

Question of the Day~ 🍑🍓

Answer: Fatui Harbingers !! and the Geo Archon.

Dottore | Pantalone | Morax

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🍑Dottore - You think Mr Control Freak is going to give you an ounce of power?

That man craves dominance, whether its social, political, sexual- and I'm sure he'd go through great lengths to ensure this.

Now of course he doesn't want to hurt you. You're a delicate thing, as soft as a flower. You hadn't done anything wrong, ever so obedient to the big, bad, scary Doctor.

It doesn't mean he doesn't tie you up, chain you to a table or a bed post - Archons, it's not uncommon to be pinned to a clone or two, their hands roaming and squeezing, circling into the bud of your clit, fingers pinchy on your sensitive nipples- all while the Doctor rolls his hips into your own.

Intimidation is a sexy thing for him. Waving around medical tools and devices used for other things within his practice, overconfident with his movements making his threats feel truly believable- especially when he holds a blade to the supple artery running up your neck while you take the thick of his cock.

His wicked, sharp grin pulls on your skin, cut with his stinging bites and bruising kisses.

🍓Pantalone - That man would rather go bankrupt than let you even think about lifting a finger.

He's here to look after you. Keep you dressed up all pretty just the way he liked, keep you well fed and rested, keep your pussy nice and pampered with his tongue and lengthy cock.

You're so sweet, aren't you? Crawling into his lap, hands palming at the buldge in his trousers, fumbling to unbutton his pants to free his cock.

Or when you make an attempt to please him from under his desk, nosing into his length, giving Kitten licks over his weepy, clothed tip. Doll eyes all sweet looking up at him, kissing into the swollen head of his cock.

He has to scold you, tutting soft tsks, urging you away from the warmth of his length with a gentle pinch to your chin - this was his job, not yours.

His job to treat your pussy, kiss into your lips with a soft swirl of his tongue, make you feel so, so good over and over again. He belongs on top of you, doing all the hard work for the both of you.

🍑Morax - You're the most prized possession within his hoard of treasures, are you not? The prettiest jewel amongst the mountains of gold, all his - Only His.

You're his beloved mate, he feels obligated to prove that fact over and over again.

Large, clawed hands threatening to pierce into the soft skin of your hips, the rough brush of his pelvis rolling against your ass, gargantuan dragonic cock having the audacity to penetrate your little cunt.

He adores the feeble nature of yourself when he pummels your pussy like this, babbling and silly, body going slump in his hold all for him to manipulate.

His instincts truly take over. Chanting in his brain over and over to breed, breed, breed- To fill up your belly and force you further into his claim, mark you with his seed to wind the strings of your bond tighter.

Honourable Mentions~

Capitano, Pierro, Wriothesley ♡

[sashiavi]

question of the day(is this a new tradition??):

top 3 pussy drunk genshin men? 👀

ily risa mwaahhh<3<3

Top 3 Pussy Drunk Genshin Men™️

(Absolutely. And ily toooooo!)

3. Wriothesley

Absolutely indulgent, rolling his hips in chasing thrusts because he wants more- more, more more!

Definitely let's himself go, groans and moans tumbled from his lips, fists gripping into the bedsheets because Archons forbid he squeeze you with that strength.

Slack jawed and eyes glazed over, growling low until his teeth snap shut with a clack- He's a greedy drunk, forcing you into overstimulation just to pound your pussy for as long as he can.

2. Arataki Itto

From the moment he gets his chubby cock in you he's gone.

A hiccuped "Hahh-" of a moan, hissed back in through his thick canines as his pudgy pink tip smushes into your cervix.

His head throws back, horns scraping the poor wood of the headboard, already scarred with scratches from this very kind of moment. So pretty and bouncy in his lap, riding him into the Abyss.

He can't help snapping his hips back into you, babbling the sweetest, corniest praises, chest and face flushed bright with a blush doing his best to hold his strength back. He can't help that your pussy suckles on him so, so sweetly.

1. Kaveh

Sobby.

A sweet, sweet cry baby that can't keep it all in, spewing out swears, crying out for the archons in vain. Pretty cock throbbing in your walls, pelvis to pelvis humping his hips best he can-

Skin to skin, tongue jammed into your throat while he cracks out those stuttered sounds.

Endless 'I love yous'. Forcing himself to keep going even after he'd bred your cunt- again and again - raw and pink, weeping with cum and pre, making the blonde cry into your neck.

[sashiavi]

Thirst idea:

Shane catching you and Sam fucking in the Joja Mart Storage. At first, he's disgusted. At work, seriously? Have some decency. But as Sam pauses his thrusts, Shane decides fuck it, he doesn't get paid enough anyways.

This results in Shane pulling Sam out of you and taking his place from behind, groaning at the feeling of your sweet heat around him. He wastes no time in setting a steady pace, all while mocking Sam for how amateur he is. See how he's making you feel? How his hands pinch and twist your nipples, drawing such sweet sounds out of you? How his cock hits the perfect spot inside of you, making you squirm and clench around him?

Sam better get his act together. Otherwise, Shane just might take his place, and all he'll get is his sloppy seconds. Would that really be such a bad thing though?

Sam and Shane are my absolute favourite poly pair and I will die on this hill </3 I need to write a nice yummy fic for them-

Ty for inspiring me ♡♡ drabble ahead

Joja backroom endeavours with Sammy were always a little tricky.

His cock is thick, bullyingly so; With an impressive length to pair, Yoba its hard to take him easily sometimes.

You whine and keen, your pitiful sounds echoing around the back room, uncomfy with the chilly fridge air biting at your skin and the achy stretch of Sam's cock making an attempt at a quickie.

Of course Shane hears it- He always fucken' does. Those whimpery whines and huffy little begs for Sam to settle down, gasps and choked up hiccups chirped out with each rough fuck of the blonde’s hips.

Always so annoying- Sam being that dirty little exhibitionist that can't keep it wrapped up in his pants, practically dragging Shane into your shared shenanigans.

Of course, you can't blame him for it. For huffing a curse and barking a rough insult towards the blonde, curses dribbling off of his tongue while his lips twitch into an unimpressed scowl.

Look at how he has you.

Bent over a frosty box of product, pathetically clinging to the edges while Sam rails you from behind, large and long fingers twisted into your hair, purposely pressing your face into the cardboard. It's uninspiring if you ask Shane. No wonder you're struggling to take the younger man, heck, you're probably dryer than the fucken' Calico Desert. Boys and their eagerness, right? Skipping all the Prep to get to the goods.

You can't blame him for rolling his eyes and pulling Sam off by the scruff like a mutt, situating himself against your bare ass all while Sam watches with an obedient gulp.

Shane easily leans over you, soft tummy pressing into your back, all warm compared to the chilly fridge air. His hand soothes between your legs, two fingers easily slipping between the wet of your folds, circling that sweet bud of yours, smearing the growing mess of slick all over your cunt. He barks a soft grumble in your ear, filthy words shaming Sam, praising you for being so kind to even help the boy in the first place.

"Sucha' Good n' helpful girl aren'tcha? Hmm? Takin' that idiot all sweet like that-" His prickly jaw grazes the back of your neck, teasing at your ear causing a hot shiver to run down your spine. His thick fingers dare to sink into your supple hole, more than wet than before, practically drooling for the other man. "S'okay.. Gonan make you nice n' ready f'him.. Yeah?" Mockingly soft and yet laced in truth.

Poor Sammy has to watch from the side- See you take the fat of Shane's Cock, a little shorter but far thicker than his own, stretching the taught walls of your cunt wide. That paw of his finds itself cupping the supple mound of your cunt, wet fingers toying and circling the bud of your clit while his hips begin their rolling fucks.

Your sounds are something else- Less of a whining choke, strung along and keening, bottom lip bitten by your teeth stuck in a horny frown. Yoba, the gasp of your throat and roll of your eyes when Shane dares to manhandle you.

His other hand weasels its way between the valley of your breasts, palm laying flat to pull you in, forcing you to half stand while the older man snaps his hips in mean little fucks. He fiddles with your chest, groping and teasing, twisting your pert nipples between his fingers in tandem with the circling of your sticky clit.

You hold yourself up with your hands, back arched perfectly, taking Shane from behind, pushing yourself back into the girth of his cock. Sam can only stare, eyes coming in contact with Shane's, feeling blood rush to his cock with the quirk of the older man's eyebrow, with the insults he throws at the Blonde.

"Can only dream of takin' her like this hmm? Listen- Fuck.. Listen to her-" Was he talking about those moany chirps from your throat or the gush of your cunt- Yoba, Sam didn't care. Not when you looked so good like this.

Nor when you finally cream, stuttering a hiccup while your milky cunt finished Shane off, suckling the man until he spurt his last thick rope of cum into your cunt.

Sam should be embarrassed, beat red in the face for being so put down, feeble in the eyes of the older man- Unable to properly ready his girl and please you like he needed to- But how could he care?

Despite it all, Sammy loves his sloppy seconds.

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Whoops I wrote a drabble

[sashiavi]

content machine cow. Make me something. Now.

Okay ! Anything For You Spirit :3

Mooo! Mooooo!♡

Sebastian x Reader - 0.5k - Smoking, blowjobs, semi public, praise

“Ughnn.. That’s my Good Girl-That’s it, Princess.. Ohh fuck- yer’so good t’me..” Sebastian ends off with a teeth gritted slur, his long piano fingers threading through the roots of your hair in a pulling caress. You reveal your eyes to him, looking up through your lashes as you bob your head.

Up and down.. Up and down- Tears bubbling at the corners when you blink, pupils going unfocused and near cross eyed when the swell of his blushy mushroom tip dares to press into the back of your throat. His other hand pinches a lit and forgotten cigarette between his fingers, slowly burning out onto the grass in muted orange flecks.

There's a bustle through the brick behind him, voices and music, glasses clinking with a resounding call of ‘Cheers!’ coming from the depths of the Saloon. Everyone was busy, preoccupied enough to let him slip away for a smoke- Everyone except you.

“Fuck.. Keep doin’ that.. T-that's good.. Shit..-” He hums between the teeth threaded into his bottom lip, bitten down in a feeble attempt to stifle himself. Your tongue swirls lovingly on his length, suckling sweetly on the curve of his tip, paying special attention to his most sensitive spots - Teeth and tongue carefully playing with the silver pierced prettily through his cock, a metal bar nestled in the beginnings of a frenum ladder. 

His sharp eyes soften up into a lust filled droop, a horny scrunch to his brow as he focuses on it all; the lap of your rough tastebuds against his length, that sweet warmth of your mouth compared to the brisk night air, the way you squeak and hum with each bob of your head. His fingers tighten, using your hair as leverage, letting himself hump his hips just a little.. Just a little bit-

“Take it- Take me down.. Your… Fuckk, swallow around it like that- Good Girl.” he scrunches his hand for emphasis, choking up on his words with a hot pant in a feeble attempt to keep quiet.

He takes the dying butt of his cigarette and presses it to his lips, sucking in a desperate, hot drag of smoke, letting the cloud linger in his lungs. His head tilts back, feeling that swirl of a head spin reel in his brain, dizzy on nicotine and the warmth of your supple mouth suckling and throating at his weepy cock. The remnants of the drag hisses out between his teeth with another heated stifle of a moan.

The rest of the cigarette crackles into the brick with a clumsy press, the poor embers snuffing out against the fired clay before his now free hand comes down. He carefully squeezes your cheeks, fingers tight against the tender points of your jaw as he urges your lips to part further, go nice and slack for his length to go deeper.

“So.. So fucking good- sucha’ good job.. Perfect little mouth huh, Princess?” He chuckles wildly when you nod with a bob, showing your agreement with the sweet kiss of your throat.

yuh i called your bluff >v> frick you

i kid ilysm mwah

this is all fun and jokes chat dw

[sashiavi]

Bear Shane sleepy sex but the roles are reversed. Shane noticing you can't get to sleep, maybe you still have some pent up energy, mind going a million miles an hour. Bear Shane is a lazy lover but he's still a lover. Mumbles something to himself before situating himself in-between your legs to fuck you to sleep.

I'm being fed and nourished with all these BearHybrid!Shane ideas ahh ♡ this turned into a fic.. whoops?

Ooo new divider oo~

Warnings : 18+ Smut | BearHybrid!Shane | fucking you to sleep ♡ | brief anxiety/comfort | afab reader | praise - good girl, doll |

Word Count : 1.7k

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It was one of those nights. Feeling fidgety and tense, mind racing away with anything it could grab on to. Deep breaths and mindfulness had proven useless, the moment your brain calmed another thought pops up and the cycle begins again.

You don't even know the time, and truthfully you're too afraid to check, knowing that seeing that little 'am' symbol on the clock will perpetuate the whole thing.

Toss, turn, toss, turn.

It was only a matter of time before a low, grumbly sigh resonates from beside you. There's a sniffle, a thick swallow leading into a clicky breath before a thick arm wraps over your side. You're easily pulled into his front, scooched across the mattress in an easy squish, a scratchy stubble chin grazing the supple curve of your neck to shoulder. His palm lays flat in between the valley of your breasts, fingers splayed out, gently squishing into the supple swell of your chest.

The budding little nip of anxiety swirling around in your tummy quells with the embrace, for at least a moment. Warm and soft was the feeling, whether its Shane himself or the nature of the hug, you're not entirely sure.

His smooth, slow breaths help a little, the rising and falling of his bare chest and tummy, grounding, sleepy huffs dancing across the back of your neck.

Still. Your mind doesn't stop, thinking of all the things you've done, things you have to do- people, places, trying to remember that one conversation while dreading another that hasn't even happened. Your head was starting to hurt with the swirl of thoughts.

Maybe he sensed it, or maybe it was the twitchy wiggle of your foot bouncing under the covers- regardless, the bear of a man inhales sharply with his newfound awaken state.

"Wh.. whas' wrong.." The man tiredly slurs, smacking his lips together as he slowly wakes.

"Nothing.. Go back to sleep, Love..." Your hand reaches back to pet his hair, fingers grazing over his temple, carefully threading your fingers up to scratch at his fluffy bear ears.

You feel his nose scrunch against your neck, a low groan born out of half annoyance and half tiredness vibrating from his lips. Not even soft ear pats deter the man and lull him back to sleep, you were now his priority for the night.

"Yer' brain's thinkin again..?" It's always a wonder- How Shane just knows. Picking up signs he knows all too well himself, empathising on a level you're sure he's familiar with. You only give a nod, humming a mild noise of agreeance, one note and short lived but it's more than enough for him. Shane rumbles back, a noise you can't quite call a hum, truthfully.

"..'S okay. I'll take care f'ya."

Take care of you he does.

The Bear of a man abuses his strength, wrapping your body up in his arms, properly caging you to his chest. The arm snaked under you sets its hand on your chest, lovingly fondling the swell of your tits, fingers pinching to roll your nipples between them. His other hand settles itself between the plush of your thighs, forearm resting in the curve of your waist, fingers flat and circling your pantie clad clit.

It's slow. So, so slow and tender too, gentle circling rubs of your sensitive little bud, fingers dipping down further to press and tease against the sticky-wet fabric covering your hole. He rests his lips against the curve of your neck, stubble grazing your skin as his broad noses nuzzles into you. He peppers kisses, quick to slow, spiky with his growing facial hair, and yet so soft with the plump of his lips.

Your moans come off of your lips more like breaths, barely tainted with the rumble of your voice, soft and supple with the treatment he gifts you. Still, you have to fight to concentrate, focus hard on the budding ache in your cunt as he pinches and rolls your nipples, remind yourself that his thick fingers were rubbing over your twitchy clit. You're in a daze again, tension blanketing over your body, nearly stressing yourself at your attempts to focus, at the need to calm down- You'd kept Shane up long enough now, ruined his sleep, you know he'll be tired tomorrow, maybe even grumpy-

Before you can even think to finish the thought, you jump.

Shane smacks a soft slap against your clit, wet fabric sticking with your arousal. His thick canines dig into your neck with a bruisy kiss, suckling a spot into your skin. It certainly brings you back, makes you mewl out a keening whimper, head tilting back, leaning into the teeth filled kisses he gifts your neck.

He pops off of your skin with a rough suckle, fingers rougher, hand practically grabbing the swell of your pussy, roughly pressing the soaked up fabric of your panties against your hole.

"Do I gotta' fuck ya' t'sleep- Hmm?" He sounds tough, grumbly, but there's a small underlying tone, something softer, born out of genuine concern. "Fuck my sweet Doll all brainless? Yeah? Make it so ya' can't think no more?" His tone manages to rise, coddling and sweet despite the filthy choice of words.

That's how you find yourself pressed to the mattress, one leg thrown over Shane's shoulder while his cock dives into your cunt.

His hands wander and roam, up the expanse of your torso, palms kissing into the flesh of your bouncing tits, cupping your face, wrapping around your throat- an overwhelming touch. Clothes were gone, thrown Yoba knows where, skin to skin all tacky from touch and sweat. Shane's throat rumbles a low growl, molars clenched while his hips piston and fuck against your folds.

He plants two hands by either side of your head, using the mattress as leverage to take your cunt with his girthy cock. He leans over, bending that leg over his shoulder with him, spreading you deliciously. Your other leg wraps around his hip, pulling him in, following the roll of his hips. You lay pretty, eyes closed and brow scrunched with focus, teeth biting into the swell of your bottom lip.

"Look at me. Eyes on me, Doll." The Bear orders, low and grumbled, thick brows tight on his own face, illuminated by the bright moon flooding through the window. You follow his instruction, trying to focus on his gaze, desperately flicking between each of his eyes with a frowny whimper on your lips. "That's it.. Thaaat's it, Good Girl." He roughly praises, pressing a sloppy kiss to your forehead before he pulls back, searching your own eyes while his hips snap.

It takes everything in him to not latch to your mouth and lap up your slick saliva, fall into those bear instincts and occupy his mouth with your honey-sweet taste- His bear ears twitch with the thought.

You on the other hand? Hiccupy and whimpery, doing your best to focus on his handsome face, desperately searching for his gaze, holding it with a glazed over wash of arousal on your features. His pelvis rolls with a hump each time he fucks himself onto you, his soft tummy grazing your own with each thrust, while he uses those strong arms as leverage. You still feel that lingering little pinch of guilt- and you're sure he sees it too.

"Rub your clit f'me. Make yourself feel good- gonna fu.. ughhh- gonna Fuck. You. Brainless." He punctuates those last words with a heavy clap of his hips, mashing his pudgy tip into your supple cervix, jolting a sweet achy sting in your gut.

Your hand comes down between you, feeling the mash of his hips on your knuckles, rolling and rubbing at your stingy little clit just like he told you to.

"That's it.. Keep yer' eyes on me an' rub that clit- Keep makin' yourself feel good." It was probably a little mean of him, but you needed something to focus on, right?

Besides, now he can truly fuck up your pussy with his girthy cock, growl and grit his teeth while your gushy hole kisses and flutters on him. Clap, clap, clap goes his hips snapping hard into you. The bear of a man practically mounts you, fucking down into you, stabbing the depths of your cunt with the pudge of his tip.

Your eyes roll, struggling to stay nice and focused, lulling with hot pleasure- That's what he wanted. What you needed.

Head empty, any and all thoughts pushed right out of the way in favour of feeling the tight clench of your tummy, threatening to snap with your climax. He keeps up those dirty praises; "Good Girl. Sweet Girl. Takin' me so good- Fucked dumb on that cock yeah? Yeahhh." His ears move with his own nods, voice rough like gravel.

"I.. I'm- S-Shane-!" Your frown, lips parted and eyes teary, a blink and those fat bubbles roll down your cheeks.

"Cum, Baby. Let go, cum on my cock, Doll. That's it, c'mon." He urges, teeth grit, bouncing you with the mattress, back on his length again and again while your little fingers desperately rub your wet clit.

You barely manage a strangled warning, body tensing, eyes snapping shut, letting those watery drops leak down your face. Your lips part with a whine, fingers halting on your clit as you cream and gush over his length.

He milks it out of you, fucking you through it with a hard roll of his hips and a pepper of kisses all over your face. He lets you wrap your arms around his neck, sinks in closer to hump his hips through your high, skin to skin all sticky and tacky, the brush of hairs over his chest sweat-stuck and moist. His belly presses into your own, a comfy weight while his hips continue that crane.

Your throat dares to wobble out a little "Love you.." cracked as if you were going to choke. The Bear breathes out a chuckle, returning the loving comment, happily resting the thick swell of his hard cock in your cunt, nice and gushy, warm and still kissing with little clenches from your orgasm.

What follows are wet kisses, soft caresses and the sweet sound of your breathing coming to a slow rhythm. Shane looks after you, gets you nice and comfy, cosy in a wrap of blankets and his arms (and maybe even a little kiss of his cock), nosing at your neck, nuzzled and soft

You can always rely on Bear Shane to help you fall asleep on tricky nights like these.

[sashiavi]

question of the day: which men would spell their name with their tongue while eating some pussy?

I'll start: CHILDE.

(mwah love u)

WRIOTHESLEY ❗️❗️

That man will dive into your pussy sloppy style. Hot, wet and messy- greedy suckles and rough laps of his flat tongue. That man makes sure you feel the bumps of his tastebuds on your clit.

He is a fiend. Big palms all warm on your skin while they wrap around your thighs to pull you in. Lips pursed and smushed, scratchy stubble leaving a sweet sting, sharp eyes looking up at you all while his tongue writes out his long ass name.

Huffy moans, all muffled in your folds, constantly trying to catch his breath because he can't stop loving on you.

Ughnnn.. Wriooooo <//3

[sashiavi]

Shane (especially bear Shane) would definitely fall asleep while you ride him. You would stop and he would wake up with a growl "Did I tell you to quit?" He can't help falling asleep when he's inside you sometimes, it's so comfy and warm and he can hold you close and it's just so calming to him he passes out.

You are so, so correct, reading my mind- Bear Shane loving cockwarming is a hill I will forever die on!

I started this when I got it and then had class for 3 hours whoops- Sleepy Bear Shane Below ♡

Whether it's in bed so late at night it's morning, or sat in his lap on his armchair while some late night television drones on in the back, he's got you on his cock.

So content and sleepy, thick hands loosely on your hips, on your ass, twitching more than massaging and caressing. So comfy, perfect you in his lap, a comforting weight of another person.

You don't have to even be bouncing, just crane your hips, slow, sloowww rocks and grinds, rub your cunt in his lap. Hump on him with that little rhythmic roll of your hips.

The poor guy can't help the way his head lulls, the warm, slow swallow of saliva running down his throat, the clicky little sigh that comes from his nose before he rumbles a soft snore. His bear ear twitches, face morphing into a soft, sleepy frown.

You think you can ease up, give a little wiggle of your hips, feeling his thick tip lodge up in your gut, before you lay over his front, tucking away into his neck. Your hips still, cunt carefully clenching, fluttering softly with a few sweet pulses, rather than the slow bump and grind of your hips.

You don't see it, but he scrunches his nose, squinting his eyes awake. You hear the soft growl in his chest, feel the clumsy clap of his palm landing on your ass with a groping handful

"Don' stop.. didn't tell ya t'stop.." He grumbles a sleepy, nearly whiny noise, as if he hadn't passed out himself.

He cranes his hips up, earning a hiccuped breath from you, getting you back into that slow humping motion in his lap.

"Better. Be a good Girl, Yeah? Keep... keep on grindin'.. f'me...." Already, his breaths were slowing, chin tilting back, another bob of his Adam's apple, eyes fluttering shut while his ears twitch.

Just snuggle up to him, kisses and nuzzles while your hips keep up that soft little fuck. Let your tickly breaths land on his neck, wiggle and keen those hips. Keep on goin', Doll.

[sashiavi]

PRIME MORAX WITH BIG BOOBS READER😭😭HEAR ME OUT!!!I LOVE PRIME MORAX+his half dragon form

Prime Morax ♡♡ We love him ♡

[Brief- I mean super brief mention of pregnancy and Lactation but it's not the focus]

Prime Morax with his stupidly large tail wagging like a puppy, eyes zeroing in on your heavy tits.

You might be full of his Dragon Pups, tits all swollen from milk, droopy with gravity, nipples swollen from his pinching and suckling..

Or of course, you might just have pretty, full tits, bursting out from the confines of the cleavage of your adepti garments.

Bouncing while you fight in the heat of battle, jiggling while Morax fucks you in the heat of his rut.

Regardless, he'd nuzzle and kiss, smush his face into your chest - You have to dodge the poke of his horns - Squishing them together, napping on your chest.

Prime Morax squishing your full tits together, large hands impossibly cupping the sweet swell of them - Sliding his cock between your tits, making a mess of precum, poking your lips with the tip of his length.

Sigh.. Now I want big boobs LMAO

[sashiavi]

Pls I just wanna let Puppy!Sam know how much of a good boy he is 😭😭 a very good boy, the best boy

Can I pet that dawwggg, can I peT THAT DAWGG, CAN I PET THAT DAAWGGGG ! !

Puppy!Sam smut under the cut ♡♡

Ughh baby girlll he knows he's a good boy when you let him kiss and nose at your clothed pussy. Poking at your tender clit, dumbly inhaling your sticky-sweet scent. He'd drool and look up at you for approval, pretty green-blue eyes welling with tears of excitement. He just can't stop squirming on his spot, doing his best to sit and be still.

He'd marvel at the sticky wet spot forming over your panties while he pokes and prods with his nose and tongue.

Yoba, the keening whine he gives as he finally suckles up on your pretty, bare, puffy clit. He's so special, you're giiving him his favourite treat, coddling him softly while he licks and laps and kisses.

Just sratching his soft, floppy ears, tugging gently on his hair to guide him. He'd paw all over your hips and thighs, squeezing at you, holding you to his tongue as close and he can get. He'd whimper and whine, tail wagging endlessly, hot presses of his lips and nips of his teeth on your cunt. He'd lick at you apologetically if you yelped- anything to keep your sweet praises in his ears.

"My good boy" - "My sweet boy" - "Sammy wants a treat? Yeah..?"

Poor Sammy would rut up against the mattress, cock angry and flushed against the taut seam of his pants. It'd weep and cry sticky pearls of pre, seeping through and creating a wet spot.

Puppy Sam knows he's a good boy when you cum and squirt on his tongue, when he wraps his lips around your cunt, when you squeak and grab on his ears, riding out your high on his face ♡

[sashiavi]

Kent ramble incoming ehehe.. gonna be dumping all my nasty old man ideas onto you and neet cause i love how u two write him <33 (if that’s all right, that is)

But ive been thinking ab the farmer going to a free use/glory hole & Kent following her.. she’s trying to get her feelings for Kent out of her system with an anonymous fuck but she ends up getting used by him without her even realizing. He ends up giving himself away while they fuck and he makes sure she can’t do anything but take it while he admonishes her for even thinking about going to anyone else- nobody will be able to fuck her like he can ( ˋ⁻̫ˊ) Ψ

@neetily we're being fed •///• and now my brain has been sparked, whoops, I wrote smth..

Need Kent to dump his cu

Longing for Kent at the Glory Holes</3

Warnings: age gap, implied infidelity, glory holes, cum.. like a lot of it... piv, fingering, cunilingus, daddy talk, choking, general sashiavi nastiness yk how it is

Word Count - 2k

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You knew you were wrong for it. Watching the older man from across the bar, late nights at the saloon, knowing better that you shouldn't- You couldn't! You cannot be thinking about him like this.

Not when you're best friends with his son, always around the house, coming out of Sam’s room for a glass of water when you know Kent would be lounged on the couch - Just to give him a little, nervous wave. It was wrong.. skittering around his home with his family around, catching a greedy glimpse of him any time you could, eyes flicking to him at the dining table after his own wife had invited you to stay for supper.

You shouldn't eye him up like that at the luau, eyes locked on to the heavy drag of his boardshorts, weighted down with the drippings of ocean water. Just below his tummy, soft with age and fit with his lifestyle, happy trail moist and tacky against his skin as it disappears into his bottoms. The fabric runs taught on his hipbones, deliciously low before the show is over and he pulls them up with a hook of his thick finger.

You're embarrassing yourself - Wearing pretty outfits in his presence, that ditzy demeanour truly born up from the bubble of anxiety swirling in your tummy from just being around him! So nervous and stuttery, dolly eyes flicking up to Kent's hardened gaze.. Of course it works, of course he starts cracking, falling for a sweet cutie like you.

But you don't know that- So lost in your worrying, dreamy and sweetly moaning into your knuckles as your cunt squelches around your fingers, milky and gushy insides making a mess on your fingers. Crying for him, mewling out his name unapologetically as you carefully sink yourself down on your new dildo - Silky and velvet silicone, fat in width, kissing yours insides while your vibrator buzzes aggressively against your pert clit in an attempt to soothe the wild stretch.

But soon that's not enough, is it? Such fantasies carried out all alone? You needed more, but you couldn't have him... Right?

You couldn't fool around in town either - Whispers would carry faster than the wind. You needed an out.

The Calico Desert was far enough.. An elusive Casino stands with an underground secret, Red Rooms for pleasure, anonymous glory holes for those who just needed a release with no strings attached. A perfect place for your fantasies, with real partners to play with!

Especially your new mystery man..

With his weighty cock poking through the cut out hole in the wall, struggling to stand tall with the sheer thickness of it, bobbing with arousal. It was pulsey, a thick vein running up the undershaft giving a flex as blood rushed to the rosy pink tip oozing up droplets of milky pre cum, practically dripping like drool, Yoba, it was as if it was crying for you.

He was thick, girth making irony saliva pool under your tongue, swallowing proving pointless at the sight of this cock - Picture perfect for your fantasy, a thick brush of hair on his base and balls, sack hanging heavy surely filled with plenty of thick, ropey cum. Scent the perfect musk, it felt manly- One of the traits that drew you to liking Kent in the first place!

Not like the people you hung out with, those younger males that could be the picture perfect partner for you, save for just how unsure they were about everything. Or those other Bachelors.. A little older and still just as lost- Kent had a bout of maturity attached to him, life seemingly plenty figured out, stable.. And yet you wanted to break it down.

Any guilt that dared to ping in your chest didn't last long. Not with the crane of your partner's hips, forcing the head of his cock to press a wet kiss to your cheek. If only he could see the hearts in your eyes, the dribble of spit that slipped from your tongue as you licked your lips

Soon, his length was down your throat, fat and chubby tip gagging up a sweet gurlgy moan, spitty and slick from your lips, wrapped around his thick length. He played rough with you, a heavy hand coming through the hole opening, thick fingers twirling into your hair for a better grip. Forcing your throat to be a personal toy, a rough face fucking you could only dream about.

You jaw aches, stingy with the stretch of this stranger's girth, tongue sore from rough use- Your eyes roll, bleary and pooled with fat tears, looking up all crossyee at nothing, pretending you were locking eyes with the Military Man that had tugged on your heart. Soft hazels surely hardens with a scrunch of his brow, nose crinkled in hot pleasure.. You blink your tears, letting them roll down your cock filled cheeks.

Your pussy drools, pooling behind the sheeny fabric of your panties, sticky to the touch of your fingers as you rub, easily bleeding through the fabric. Your mind chants his name, over and over like a mantra, 'Kent, Kent, Kent~!' Throwing in dirty-sweet petnames into the mix, Would he let you call him Sir? Mister Military Man so strong and authoritive? Would he groan if you cried out something more? 'Daddy, Daddy! Oh pleaseee Daddy!' Begging on your knees for him, that gentle and sweet family man taking out all those frustrations on your body. You breathe against your mystery man's base, huffy and hyper, desperate to take him all.

It's so much, maybe even too much. The perfect fantasy nearly coming true! Just missing that one main ingredient..

No time to think now though, right? Not when your mystery man groans from behind his gritted teeth, fist tightening in your hair when he busts himself down your throat, a healthy dump of cum squirting rope after rope. It's a wonder you don't choke - more than you already had been - With the thick white paint of his cum load, sputtering from your cheeks with a struggled cough fron yourself. He uses it like lube, hips snapping to fuck himself through it all, long and strong, milking out Every. Last. Drop.

You don't want it to end. Wanna keep the lovely weight of this stranger's cock nestled sweetly on your tongue, wanna pepper Kisses and Kitten licks over his flushed tip, wanna imagine you were pampering your older crush, treating him sweeter than any other could.

Ah but he pulls away, forcing up a pitifully sad whine from your throat, making you swallow thickly, savouring the remnants of that musky milky cum he'd gifted you. You lament in the loss, lips pouted in a little wobble, heart hammering blood to your head, beating with the achy throb of your neglected cunt.

The hand in your hair moves to your cheek, cupped warm, skin rough, a calloused thumb tracing over your swollen, cum stained lips.

"S' your turn. Yeah?" His voice was deep. Rasped and rough with a twinge of an accent, hearty and southern, tainted with a touch of age. Yoba your heart flutters- This was too good to be true!

You dare to peek, watery, doe eyes looking up at this man woth a doll-like look, seeing the outline of his features in the dim light - God your chest pangs, a spike of embarrassment, lust, nervousness, excitement, arousal - His thumb pulls on your bottom lip, dragging the swollen plumpness before he let's it go with a pop.

"S'Get 'outta here." The corner of his mouth barely lifts into a quip of a smirking grin.

"Kent..?" Disbelief gnaws at your tone. He only hums, a short sound of agreeance, kicking his head in the direction of the more intimate rooms with a short lift of his chin.

Ooh he treats you well. Head between your legs, lips smacking at the folds of your pussy, heavy hands planted on your thighs while his battle-worn fingers wrap around, blunt nails digging into your soft and sensitive flesh. He feasts like a starved man, suckling at your supple-sweet wetness, fat lapping licks of his pink tongue, jamming the muscle into your cunt hole before he's back on your clit. You squeal and squeak, fingers tugging at his hair, weaving into desperate fists, grinding your core on his lips and tongue- Yoba he takes it too, works with your movements, following your hips in sweet tandem.

He's rough with your cunt, spitting a fat glob of hot saliva before he laps it up, hazel eyes on you as he does so before they flutter shut with a scrunch of his brow and a shake of his head- Devouring your pussy once again, nose jutting into your clit while his tongue fucks past the ring of your pussy.

You have to be ready for him, yeah? Nice and wet and gushy.. Squirting all over his face before he even thinks about sinking his cock into you.

He makes you lick it off of his lips, tongue cleaning up the mess you left on his chin and cheeks, stealing hot slick and saliva filled kisses in the mix, tongues swirling, catching and suckling against eachother as two deft fingers jam into your waiting cunt.

Your fingers were incomparable to his own, too small to reach into the depths of your sweetness, too weak to curl and finger bang the fuck out of your poor pussy, squelchy and wet despite the messy squirt of your orgasm.

"Eyes on me, Darl'.." Kent orders, voice softer than his actions. Your lips part, jaw dropped in hot pleasure, eyes going into a blurred fuzz, his features disappearing as his fingers curl and curl and curl- Until you're left empty, gasping as fingers smack lovingly on your sticky clit, spiky pain and pleasure jutting up your body.

You're not empty for long though, easily plugged up with the thickness of Kent's cock, slowly sinking into your prepped up pussy just like you always imagined with your silly silicone toy. He kisses you through it, the whines and wobbly frown, a hand coming to rest a supple squeeze on your throat, hushing you as he bottoms out.

"S'okay Darlin'.." He coos roughly, hips beginning to hump a pace, rolling grinds against your public mound. "S'What you wanted, right Dolly? Yeahhh? Pretty lil' fuck doll aren'tcha? Thaaaats right.." All coos and sweet words despite the mean squeeze of his palm on your throat and the quick snapping of his hips.

Yoba, he mounts you. Hooking his free palm under your leg, knee to ear while he pounds at your pussy. Plap, plap, plap, skin on skin, wet and slick from the thin sheen of sweat that dared to wash over your skin and the gush of fluids from your supple cunt.

This was it- this was everything you had ever imagined, your perfectly lewd fantasy finally coming to fruition, taking the Kent's thick married cock, lovingly squeezing at his girth, hearts in your eyes as you choke a choppy babble past the tenseness of his hand on your throat; "Wa..nt need- Lov- Y..ou... please- Da..ddy...~"

It's enough to have Kent groaning deep, once fast fucking hips favouring a hard Roll. Slow. Mean. Snapping. Thrusts. Breath huffed in time with his hips, teeth grit as he speaks.

"Tryana' be my Baby? Hmmm?? Daddy's. Sweet. Lil'. Girl?" Words punctuated with his thrusts, pudgy tip kissing your insides with every snap. It seems to have triggered something in him, hazel eyes blown up, pupils dilated big and black, sweat dripping from his brow. "Daddy's sweet n'- Fuck.. His pretty Dolly, yeah??" You nod, strained against the hand on your throat, his fingers guaring your jaw, movement limited, the most pathetic and eager little nod he'd ever seen.

His hand comes off, planting under your other knee and you're manhandled into a dirty mating press, cock drilling into your poor pussy from above.

You knew you were wrong for it. And you're sure he knows it too. But Yoba be dammed if you ever go back to pitiful, longing looks from across the bar after this.

[sashiavi]

I'm really curious about the wolf Kent and sheep reader concept

Ah~ there's so many possibilities, truly!

My brain has so many ideas : Little drabble ahead~ I wanna write a longer fic for him eventually ♡♡

CW: dubcon | hybrids | abo themes | predator/prey | cheating | Sdv Kent x Reader |

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I like to think that Wolf!Kent married to Jodi, another canine Hybrid, a Puppy maybe, another 'predator' species.

He has his little family, his Puppy Son Sam and Wolf cub Vincent, darling doting Wife who understood the intricacies of his secondary species' tendencies.

Jodi knew to when to leave him be, she knew when to stop nagging at him, knew his rut was right around the corner.

Ohhh but You? The little Sheep Hybrid Farmer munching away on veggies, trying to keep him company because he looked "grumpy"?

Were you dumb? Did you lack the basic instinct to fear and avoid him? Having the audacity to follow him into the woods, sitting by his side in that secret little cove, way out from town, surrounded by stumps and the occasional mushroom.

Its your fault really. He can't help the way his mouth salivates, thick saliva pooling under his tongue. Little squeaky prey; He wants to hear you 'baa', listen to the sweet little whimpers he knew you were capable of, turn those soft satisfied hums from eating your yummy veggies into cries - of pain or pleasure he didn't care.

It's your fault for being so doting, those little doe eyes, the warbling chitter in your throat when he let's out a needy growl, soft voice asking if he was okay-

Not his fault you look so pretty with your mouth stuffed full of Wolf Cock, pinned to the grassy forest floor, practically riding your dumb face, wolf tail wagging happily.

Oh how your spit froths at his base, teary eyes looking up at him as he gives you your first real taste of meat. You can't hate it that much, not when your little fingers cling to his hips, blunt nails barely leaving those little crescent moons in his skin. Not when you cling to his droopy pants hanging off of his sides, pulling the fabric again and again, as if you had control over the pace of his humps.

Oh little lamb, lovely little thing, how he could eat you right up. He knows you love it, love his fat canines threatening to sink into your cunt while his long tongue fucks into you. Little 'baas' and warbley 'maas' sounding sweeter than sweet, unlike any whiny whimper he'd ever heard. He's even so kind to let your fingers card through his hair, twisting his dirty blonde locks for whatever measly comfort it brought you. He's far too distracted, with the sweet, yummy taste of your little prey pussy.

He knows you love it when you bend over a thick stump, little lamb tail wagging eagerly, cute enough for him to pull- ohhh how your pretty drippy holes stretch for him, looking so lovely he has to fight the urge to dive his tongue back in. Another little 'baa', nubby, curled little things you call horns scraping into to worn and rotting wood below you, hips wiggling desperately, slick, pudgy cunt drippy just for Him.

Who was he to refuse? Not when you begged for his big Wolf Knot oh so sweetly?

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Lmk if you enjoyed! I adore hearing your thoughts ♡♡

[sashiavi]

Okayyy so I noticed you don't write for Elliot but what about Harvey?? What type of hybrid would he be?? -👒 anon

Hello and welcome 👒 Anon tysm for coming and chatting ♡♡

I've been so stumped on what kind of Hybrid Harvey would be </3 I feel so bad cause he's so handsome and cute

(I also feel bad for Elliot my poor man I'm just not crazy for him </3)

Okay- okayokay Hear me out

Goat!Hybrid Harvey

Hes nervous, has cute curled horns accented by his subtly greying hair. He knocks them against your forehead gently and warbles a chitter in his throat to show you that he's happy.

I feel like he'd nervously snack on veggies and pickles when he's a little anxious- when he thinks no one is looking ehe

He'd have a routine to keep his horns looking nice and neat and shiny - would totally chastise BullHybrid!Alex for not looking after his own.

Man he's so cute I can't even think rn

(Smut under the cut)

GoatHybrid!Harvey who gets pushed down on the bed, hands twitching and frozen, too scared to touch and caress you even if he really wants to. His heart would pound in his ears, chest flushing pink with arousal.

GoatHybrid!Harvey who scrunches his eyes and bites his thumb when you sink down on his thick and full cock - tenses his core when you run your hand over his soft tummy, ticking at the fuzz that ran from his belly to navel.

GoatHybrid!Harvey who 'bahs' and chitters when your pretty cunt wraps around his length - face red, absolutely embarrassed at the silly noises spewing from his lips.

GoatHybrid!Harvey who covers his face with his hands and arms, throwing his head back, horns scraping the wooden bedframe behind him.

GoatHybrid!Harvey who can't help but buck his hips up into your own, chasing your cunt with his cock, kissing your cervix with his squishy tip.

GoatHybrid!Harvey who's flushed and love sick, enamoured with you bouncing so eagerly in his lap </3

(My Bf said Harvey could also be an Otter and I totally agree but idk if it works for smut *sobbing*)

[sashiavi]

OKAY SO no pressure and if you have nothing else to write i would love more goat harvey oh my god.. if its alright,, youre my new favorite writer imgoing insane ohmyfucjing god oh my GOD ❤️❤️❤️ - 🌿

Awhhh sweetie you're too kind ♡♡

GoatHybrid!Harvey my beloved~ I can't stop thinking about him, genuinely - I hope you enjoy ♡

Warnings : 18+ Smut | overtimulation | crying | GoatHybrid!Harvey | multiple orgasms | hybrids | hybrid characters | hi hello not beastiality it's hybrid!characters thank you stop harassing me on anon Ty ♡

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Thinking about milking poor Goat!Harvey dry.

Working at his warm, thick cock with your fist, stocking unpredictably, languid to skilled pumping, already slicked and drenched in his own cum. The slide of your hand is easy, cock nice and self lubed from the loads he'd already blown.

Squirmy Goat!Harvey just can't sit still, back pressed into his armchair, you between his legs, forcing them open with your body. His hands grab and fist at the arms of the chair, digging into the plush fabric for an ounce of stability. His head throws back, curled horns grazing the soft fabric behind him.

He's all warm, too sweaty, peachy soft body hair sticking wet to his chest and arms. Poor Goat!Harvey can't see. Glasses all fogged up, covered in sweat and tears, hot vapor rising off of his body.

Yoba he cries and keens, hips both bucking up into your fist and away from your searing grip, unable to decide if he truly loved what you were doing to him. His voice is breathless, only tinged by soft 'bleats' and 'maas', embarrassing little noises tied to his Hybrid features.

His moans and cries come forth, louder, higher, sobbing with stained hiccups when you force yet another orgasm through him.

God his cock was pretty when it came. Thick and tan, fat pudgy tip flexing as he blows hot ropes all over your fist. Such a messy man, with cum dribbling down his cock, pooling down his heavy balls, creamy and thick, good enough to taste.

Poor Goat!Harvey struggles to keep up. Outwardly sobbing when your hand comes to milk at his tip, paying extra special attention to his sensitive, overstimulated glands. Drool pools under his tongue, snapping in pretty stringy lines everytime he opens up his lips to cry. You're sure he comes close again, his mouth snapped shut, teeth grinding dangerously hard against themselves - You can't have him hurt himself like that? Can you?

Your pretty fingers tease over his length, other hand continuing to fist his poor cock head. Your fingertips can't help but glide over his mess, thick milky cum webbing over your skin, sticking and clinging to you. What a waste of milk..

Goat!Harvey can't help but be alarmed when your fingers press to his lip, mouth automatically opening for their intrusion. His eyes shoot open in a panic, hyper aware of the delicate press of your fingers against his tongue, pressing gently against his front teeth. He hyperventilates, scared to move, jaw quivering, brain focusing so, so hard to not nip and bite down. Your fingers drag over his tongue, forcing him to taste that sweet, creamy cum of his.

Yoba you overwhelm him, forcing him into a dreadful sense of hyper awareness, that feeling of your hand on his swollen tip - jerking, sliding, forcing up another tight squeeze in his balls. Your delicate fingers dancing on his tongue, an all too dangerous place for them to be, considering his nature to nip and bite out of self defense - all too stressed and overstimulated from your mean ministrations.

You don't even need to say anything, not even look at him - not that'd he'd notice you - all too stuck in his head, feeling that aching sting in his spent cock, somehow still standing tall, throbbing in the palm of your hand. Yoba it's all too much, he was going to cum again - miraculously - he didn't know how he had more in him.

Goat!Harvey leaves his jaw lax as he moans out, lest he chomp down on your poor fingers. Hips bucking, throat bleating while he comes again and again, hot and wet, practically squirting like a bitch. Your fist was violent with him, milking out every last drop of that sweet, salty cream, forcing it out on his chest with his impressive spray. Goat!Harvey can barely make out words, trying his best to plead and beg past your fingers, practically gagging on them with choked sobs.

Yoba maybe you noticed, finally letting his sore cock go, free from your treacherous grasp. Your fingers leave his mouth, trailing down his neck, petting through the sweat stuck hair that frames his chest.

It's not until those fingers pinch and twiddle at one of his nipples, your cum covered hand grasping hard at his base, pressure teasing over his balls. Poor Goat!Harvey chokes a sob when your pretty pink tongue laps over his poor stinging tip. Catching that sweet, weeping milk dribbling from him.

You deserved a treat right? After making him feel so good.

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Sorry for being away for a few days :>

Recovering from assignments </3 I'm about to check one of my grades and that will dictate my mood for the rest of the week 😭

[sashiavi]

Wait, Risa, come back! I want Sebastian tentacle porn!

Okay I have a few ideas...

Octo-Mer Sebastian with his deep dark tentacles, milky cream white suckers under the purpley tendrils, kissing and suckling into your skin as he curiously pokes and prods at you.

His sharp, fanged teeth carefully nip at your neck, humanoid form cool against your skin, wet chest on your own, inky hair dripping salty water.

His eyes are curious and his tentacles show it too, sticky on your skin, oozing some kind of sweet essence, something tacky and a little thick left in the wake of his tendrils.

It warms up your skin, a higher contrast to the cool pinch of his suckers, to the wet of his body. He hums and chirps, gills flaring on his neck.

A pointed, wiggling mass creeps up your inner thigh, poking, prodding, searching even, seeming to preen happily when it finds the soft of your cunt, the tip circling around your hole, leaving that sticky jammy slick behind. Your body flushes, pussy gushing hot drool, as if a hose was suddenly turned on in your gut- Yoba, what was happening....?

Orrrrrr

Shadow Monster Sebastian, wrapping his dark, inky tendrils around your limbs, pinning you back into the bed, slithering shadows creeping up from under your bed frame. They poke, they prod, ghosting over your skin, both barely a sensation and a firm squeeze at the same time.

Yoba, it felt phantom, looked phantom, a shadow figure forming at the base of your bed, head tilted in awe, carefully creeping up your tied up form with soft cooes and coddles; "s'okay.. don't worry... not gonna hurt you.."

He hushes, shushes sweetly, shadowy wash over your mouth, hushing your lips, preventing any legible words out. The inky tendrils tighten, others wandering over your body, teasing your nipples, caressing your skin- seemingly preparing you for something-

Or smth >v>

We looooove tentacles here chat

Also? Incubus Sebastian teasing you with the pointed arrow of his tail? Rahah