#daddy kink OF COURSE

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Huzzah!

Pairing: Azriel x Eris Vanserra

Summary: A very small, very slutty, very goofy backshot

Eris's hold on the edge of the counter was slipping as Azriel harshly gripped his hips and pulled him further on his cock, hitting that sweet spot sharply on every thrust. He was fucking the brain right out of Eris's body, he felt dizzy with lust.

"AH, fuck you feel good baby, going to come." Azriel groaned.

"AAH fuck yes Daddy, coming too- fuck." Eris moaned filthily as he came, covering the marble slab with disregard.

"HUZZAH!" Azriel cried out as he finished in hot streaks on Eris's arched back.

That’s it, I really don’t know why I did this 🤭

Nah, I do. It was for the memes 😔

This was not beta read but it was laughed at lovingly in advance by my boos, @nus4y, @astro-h0e-4azris and @the-darkestminds 💗

lil heart dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more because isn’t this just so romantic 😇

Some silly Azris lovers @pippsmcgee @jules-writes-stories @chunkypossum @ninthcircleofprythian @molcat07 @talibunny30 @neciebee @mistandmemories @mudandmire @fourteentrout @iftheshoef1tz @brunetterebel010 lmk if you want in on the giggles ☺️

[daisynik7]

The first time you try to make a baby with Nanami, he genuinely does try his best not to go absolutely feral on you. Of course, it doesn’t help that you’re provoking him, moaning the nastiest filth you can muster in his ears. Breed this tight pussy. Empty your balls inside me. Knock me the fuck up, daddy.

He’s pumping his thick cock in and out of your sloppy cunt, mounting you with your knees towards your chest, body folded in half. Sweat drips from his nose, feverishly fucking you with the wildest expression you’ve ever seen on him, determined to make you a mother. He pounds your fertile womb until it’s flooded with his seed, and there’s not a single drop left in his body to give to you. And when you’re spent beyond belief, his cum gushing from your little slit, he scoops it with his fingers only to pump it back inside you, thumb caressing your swollen clit to give you yet another orgasm. 

It’s not enough to breed you. He needs you to enjoy it, become addicted to it. Have you begging to be filled to the brim every single time you fuck, even if you’re not ovulating. Because Nanami loves giving you his cream pies. Nothing makes him happier knowing you’re stuffed full of him. 

[lilithknoxville]

so, in your opinion, what’s the hottest jackass stunt?

and why did everyone collectively say “anaconda ball pit” at the same time 🤔

[avoidcrowdraws]

do chil or laios ever cook for each other? who does it more often/who's better at it? could be for the d/s au or just in general :)

Went with the D/s AU, hope that's okay!

Unfortunately in an AU without the necessity to eat monsters, I think culinary exploration would get left a little behind in favour of other things, so they don't cook for each other

However, Laios is also into general service submissive roles, so maybe he starts looking into it after a while?

Much to consider

[forwhomthebaeltolls]

I wanna come to you all flustered and embarrassed. “Daddy can we kiss? Like big boys? Please?” I'd say all shy

And of course you can't say no to me

[lewis-winters]

listen. love myself some romantic dick/tab like any normal person (it is also hot).

but I also find father/son coded dick/tab SO funny because canonically (historically) they like simply sitting in silence and not talking to each other. which is!! such a father/son stereotype that it has me laughing so hard.

they just like hanging out and pointedly not talking about how much they both like, admire, and respect each other while fishing. just guys being dudes.

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Hey yall! My names Goose or Goosie or even Goosey if you’re feeling fancy! ☺️

I write random horny sillies pretty frequently for Azris and soon Elucien and Tamsand

Tease | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 600 words

Azriel sent Eris a scandalous selfie in a skimpy maid’s outfit while he was at work knowing he’d been having a stressful time. Apparently he thought a raging hard-on in public would be relaxing for reasons beyond Eris’s comprehension

Huzzah! | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 90 words, look- size doesn’t always matter

A goofy back shot (no, it’s really goofy, like Azriel gets silly with lust)

High Lord Hijinks | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 960 words

After weeks of waiting impatiently, Eris finally received his special, intimate order from Thesan- yea.. the High Lord. Like he literally asked him directly. The High Lord was not appreciative of Eris’s audacity. And also there’s a siphon butt plug 🤭

Collateral Damage | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 6.9k words, it’s split into two chapters 😌

Eris is having a bad day. His twerp of a little brother, Lucien, crashed his car into a motorcyclist. Eris expects chaos and insurance nightmares. Instead, he gets a hot date. And then they have really gay sex but at least they get back to Eris’s house.

Our Booth | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 3k words

They didn’t even make to the taxi home before having the really gay sex 🤦‍♀️

Say Please | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 1.5k words of pure porn (ok maybe it’s a lil impure, don’t send me to a nunnery)

Azriel gets worked up after a grueling training session with Eris and they fuck about it on top of the House of Wind, those hoes smh.

A Civil Shitshow | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 6.1k words

The high ranking members of Night, Day and Autumn gather to honor the newly mated and married Lucien and Elain Spell-Cleaver. Ever the opportunists, Eris and Azriel plan to take advantage of the occasion. (They fuck about it, not very subtly)

The Mile High Couple | Azriel x Eris Vanserra | 4.5k words

Eris decides he needs a small vacation. He chose a getaway to Aruba and he planned on bringing his boyfriend with him. Little did he know, Azriel planned on being a brat for as long as he could… So right up until the point Eris fucked the attitude out of him.

@the-darkestminds beta reads everything I do and she’s a goddess who makes everything I write ten times better, love you mami 😌💗

That’s all I got for right now, but there’s more to come (many more ways to make them come 🤭) so please do tell if you’d wanna be added to my tag list 😌

[ouellette]

my job is so weird im talking to my much older male coworker giving him advice about sugarbabies thru teams rn and it is one of the funniest convos i have had all week

[the-acid-pear]

It's actually really funny how it is bc despite being an insane person with weird kinks whenever I see someone with kinks I DON'T share I'm instantly thrown off by it. Which is comedic to me bc you'd expect the freak to inherently Understand other freaks but no unfortunately that's not how it works necessarily.

[k17y]

          ❛❛     ⪗ 𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗡𝗣𝗨𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 : 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗦𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗗 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗜𝗖𝗘 ? ⪘     OH & ALSO, I’VE BEEN PRACTICING MY BABY VOICE PROTOCOL; ALLOW ME TO DEMONSTRATE:     ❜❜     the bot ‘clears’ her throat, straightening just ever so before-     ❛❛     That’s not gonna fit, Mister!     ❜❜     Kitty looks, for all the world to see, proud of herself; she had to fiddle her own program code to optimize her voice successfully to deliver that line,          ❛❛     I HAVE A LOT MORE PRERECORDED LINES;          WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR THEM?     ❜❜

[xxstrawberrylolixx]

It’s so embarrassing when you do something risky and then get no response… like I want to curl in a ball and die 🙃

[foulbearobservation]

the avalil smut is funny because you all think it's like. regular level filthy but I have to live with the knowledge that it's much, much worse, actually.

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Beach Brat

Pairing: Azriel x Eris Vanserra

Summary: Beach sex. Also Azriel has eleven toes and Eris is into it, idk.

3.2k words of smut, all below the cut and also on ao3!

Enjoy! 😘

They were sprawled out on the plush cushion in their reserved gazebo, and Azriel’s tan tree trunk of a thigh was thrown over Eris’s hips. Azriel was nuzzling his face against Eris’s chest, tracing his finger down the lines of Eris’s abs, having far too much fun trying to tickle him. It wasn’t working, but Azriel was nearly giggling with mischievous glee as he tried, so Eris allowed it, a begrudging grin gracing his face.

Eris was running his hands up and down Azriel’s side, following the curves of the man’s hip down to the small sensitive area before his pelvis to make him shiver prettily.

Eris traced over the small cobalt and obsidian beads that made up the layered stack of his waist chains. Rolling one bead between his thumb and forefinger, he shifted the chain and pulled it around, dragging the strand he was playing with until he reached the delicate small of Azriel’s back. He released the chain after making Az squirm a bit from the ticklish chafing and travelled further down, savoring the feel of Azriel’s smooth skin passing under the palm of his hand. He rested his hand low on Azriel’s hip, teasing at the waistband of Azriel’s skirt with his outstretched thumb, occasionally pulling at the fabric with his nail.

Eris lifted his reclined head, used his other hand to lift the salted rim of his margarita to his lips and took a deep sip (Okay it was more like a gulp, what’re you gonna do? Sue him? He’d win, and he’s on vacation, so fuck off.) Azriel looked up as he heard Eris swallow, flashed his puppy eyes, then opened and closed his mouth a few times- like an adorable fish- wordlessly asking for a sip. Eris brought the edge of the glass to Azriel’s pleading parted lips with thinly veiled amusement.

Azriel accepted with a grateful grin, his own Mojito long since banished to the shadow realm to focus on his endeavor of tormenting his boyfriend. Azriel’s eyes widened in delight as he took a large gulp.

Eris raked his fingers through Azriel’s hair, taking great satisfaction in the serene expression that overtook his glistening face. (It was hot as fuck out, this is not a “this is the skin of a killer” situation, a referance he understood because Azriel had worn him down until he caved and watched all the Twilight movies with him. They were still picking up stray popcorn kernels buried in the hard-to-reach crevices of their sofa from all the ways Eris roughly took Azriel there for the privilege of a movie binge.)

“Mm, thank you, that’s really fucking good.” Azriel’s eyes followed as Eris set the drink back down, licking the last taste of watermelon cocktail from his luscious lips.

“Maybe get one yourself the next time we get drinks, my beloved thief,” Eris suggested, having lost most of his cocktails over the last two days to his thirsty man.

“I could, but I’m still going to want yours. Daddy’s drinks just taste better,” Azriel said matter-of-factly, as if he made any sense and set his head down on Eris’s chest and resumed lightly trailing his fingers across Eris’s lower stomach.

He just smiled and nodded, as he always does when Az said something ridiculous, but Azriel looked like God’s greatest masterpiece, so whatever. Eris felt like he’d been domesticated by Azriel’s beauty; he said yes to anything and everything Az requested, matching pajamas for the two of them to take pictures in for Azriel’s horny, crazed instagram followers, backstage tickets to concerts for bands that play too fucking loudly with skimpy outfits for each event and everything that caught Azriel’s eye when they went shopping- seriously, Azriel somehow managed to pick out the most expensive items in stock.

At first, Az would get a little bashful and stutter through the question when asking for something luxurious, now he just batted his long lashes and sank to his knees with a coy smirk before requesting whatever luxury he could dream of, knowing full well that he had Eris wrapped around his finger.

Eris moved his hand underneath Azriel’s skirt, gripping his plump ass with bruising force.

“Hm, Dadddyyy that hurts,” Azriel whined. He arched his back and tried to pull away; he even had the audacity to try and lift his leg from over Eris’s hips. Eris scoffed and squeezed harder, adjusting his hands and pulling Azriel over his lap. Azriel straddled him easily.

Eris hiked his knees up to jostle Azriel into falling a bit forward. Azriel braced himself on Eris’s shoulders, his muscles tensing beneath the skin-tight mesh halter top he wore, revealing a slight glint of the metallic pink rings through his dusky nipples. Eris loved those piercings— and the sounds Azriel made when he played with them.

Azriel’s matching little cerulean mini skirt that didn’t even reach past his muscled upper thighs was pulled over his perked ass, exposing his black, lacy thong.

There was a lingerie boutique near the shore of Amalfi that they had visited on their last trip and of course, Azriel was gifted whatever items they had in his broader size. There was a matching bralette that Azriel had foregone, but Eris was far from complaining- if only Azriel were just as tolerating.

Eris clicked his tongue. “You know that doesn’t mean you should pull away Azriel. I thought you would’ve learned to be a better fuck toy for me after the plane ride here, but I suppose I was overestimating how capable you are of learning your lesson.” His tone reflected how disappointed he was to see the streak of Az’s disobedience rearing its inconvenient head again. However, darkened, hungry amber eyes and the granite-hard length digging sharply into Azriel’s inner thigh betrayed Eris’s arousal.

“You’re going to leave marks and then I’ll get weird looks at my ass,” Azriel whined, as if he didn’t enjoy the attention, as if he didn’t wear short little skirts to draw attention to the ass he spent three hours a day, four times a week sculpting in the gym.

It truly did annoy Eris when Azriel complained about things he should already know to expect, if not eagerly accept, but the riskful audacity was frustratingly attractive. No one had the balls to frequently nag and complain to Eris, and it was as refreshing and thrilling as it was aggravating. But stealing his drinks and whining about losing high scores was a far lighter offense than complaining about being claimed by Eris.

“I can leave marks wherever I want on you baby. And why are you acting like you don’t love it, you have literally asked me to choke you harder so everyone can see my handprint on your pretty throat. What happened to my proud little slut, hm?” Eris slapped the backs of Azriel’s thighs with rough hands and zero regard for their surroundings, knowingly leaving some very red hand prints.

Azriel yelped, jolting on his lap. The menacing minx ground his hips down against Eris’s cock. Eris was sure Azriel would claim it was just reflexes kicking in, ‘just a whore by nature,’ he’d claim with a wink.

“I- I do like it. I just don’t want anyone to assume you’re hurting me and I don't enjoy it,” he explained adorably, as if Eris gave a fuck about what anyone thought of their relationship.

He wouldn’t care- in fact, he’d lose his mind with lust if Azriel was walking around showing off who used him. One dinner that ended in some of the most passionate sex he’d ever had, Azriel arrived decked out in hickies and begged-for-bruises covering his neck, braceleting his wrists and creating pretty bluish-black anklets from their… restrained play time two nights prior. In fact, it became habitual for Eris to plug all of his come back in Azriel’s ass with the nearest plug to evoke that heady feeling of ownership over his partner.

The desperate, quivering pout on Azriel’s gorgeous face was far too persuading. Eris caressed his proprietary hands up Az’s soft thighs, cupping his plump ass nearly reverently. Eris hummed, considering whether or not he should call out Azriel on lack of ever caring about that or just let Azriel’s obvious need to object go ignored.

“I don’t care what people think, my sweet. You are mine and I can do what I wish. That’s what we’ve always said, baby,” Eris corrected.

He brought one of his hands to Azriel’s needy mouth, slipping two fingers in, stroking Azriel’s wet tongue and pushing his fingers deeper and deeper till Azriel gagged, coating Eris’s fingers in spit. His gorgeous hazel eyes watered. Eris retrieved his fingers and set to work on getting inside his bratty boyfriend.

Eris smirked as Azriel gasped cutely when Eris dipped his fingers into the cleft of Azriel’s ass, slipping beneath the flimsy string of Az’s panties and rubbing his right pointer finger around Azriel’s malleable rim. Eris fucked him into their hotel bed that morning for nearly an hour, deep and languidly. He was thoroughly enjoying Azriel’s near-constant, ragged moans. Just as Eris expected, Az didn’t even need a plug after that fucking, he was still loose enough hours later for Eris to push his fingers into Azriel with no resistance.

Azriel’s voice was still a bit pitchy from the overuse, and his moan was shaky at best, laughably incoherent at worst, ruined and broken in reality. He sounded wrecked, it was barely two pm and they still had so much to do.

“OhHH, Fuckk Eris, feels so good, I’m sorry, m’yours,” Az keened, immediately forgetting his attitude.

Eris snickered, “So fucking easy for me, always whining and complaining extra when you want to to be played with, ain’t that right my pretty boy?” He slipped a third finger in, less to stretch him further and more to make him even needier. Azriel’s strong hips were grinding back against Eris fingers, taking him in further and making Eris chuckle.

“I- mmn, yes- fuck yes! More- harder, please, need more- need your cock, please. Was gonna ask for it soon anyway- Please, I know I shouldn’t have pulled back but please fuck me anyways Daddy please,” he pleaded and begged, further straining Eris’s burgundy shorts.

“Oh you were gonna ask for it soon anyway baby? Think you can just demand my cock whenever you want it sweetheart? So entitled,” he tutted.

“Yes?” Azriel looked confused as to why Eris was even asking. This attitude was more founded than running from his clinging hands. After all, Eris really did bend Az over whenever and wherever Azriel would ask for it.

Eris huffed in amusement at his blissfully ignorant boyfriend- of course a pretty boy like him would never know a shortage of cock. Azriel looked custom-made to take dick.

Eris moved his other hand (the one not three fingers deep in Azriel’s ass) to free his own cock from its linen confines, not a second too late considering Eris felt like he was about to pop a button, which was not very sensual foreplay. In his opinion, he supposed people were into weirder shit.

Precome was already gathered and ready for action, so Eris slicked up his cock and slipped it past the curtain of Azriel’s skirt, then past the strip of fabric they loved to pretend qualified for proper underwear. Eris pulled out his fingers to make room for his aching dick and slowly but firmly pushed into Azriel’s waiting hole. As his cockhead breached Azriel’s entrance, a ragged moan escaped Azriel, and Eris wanted to make it his voicemail. (Azriel moaning) You’ve reached Eris Vanserra, I can’t come to the phone right now. I’m probably too busy fucking my perfect boyfriend, leave a message and keep it brief.

Eris moved his hands to grip Azriel’s slender hips with heavy hands, pulling him down as he canted his hips up, pushing himself in Azriel’s strangling heat. He needed to take a second to catch his heaving breath before he came from just bottoming out. Eris leaned his forehead on Azirel’s shoulder, leaving a small kiss. Eris groaned but forced himself to move because sitting still inside Azriel was nearly as good as fucking him- the pulsing, tight heat felt like heaven- and he was just as closing to coming far too quickly.

Azriel sat up, flattening his hands and running them down Eris’s toned abdomen. He raised his hips with the aid of Eris’s hands- hands that pulled Az down, flush against the base of his cock before lifting him completely till only the tip remained snugly inside Azriel’s sopping and velvety walls before snapping his hips upwards and slamming Azriel flush against him.

Azriel’s nails raked down Eris’s stomach as he was forcefully bobbed up and down, his head thrown back and nearly wailing with pleasure. Azriel’s exposed neck looked very chokable, but Eris’s hands were full of Azriel’s hips, and he had to move.

He planted Azriel all the way down sharply. Azriel gasped as Eris sat forward, moving a hand to cradle the back of Azriel’s lolling head, while the other moved to pull Azriel’s leg around his waist. He set Azrie’s back down, finally getting to place Azriel’s throat in an unforgiving grip, his head no longer needing to be supported.

Azriel lifted his other leg over Eris’s shoulder, giving Eris room to thrust in deeply. Azriel screamed as Eris drove in at the new angle. His arms were thrown over his head, all six of the toes on his foot resting on Eris’s shoulder curled tightly. Eris would’ve found that sixth toe a bit odd, and he’d never been into feet- in fact, Eris had been relentlessly bullied by Lucien when the latter had found Eris’s FootFinder receipts in his email- but the small appendage, the “pinky squared,” as Eris has dubbed the adorable abnormality, had become something Eris found... endearing, if not slightly sexy in its singularity.

Eris withdrew his dick about halfway before slamming back in, aiming for Azriel’s prostate and subsequent orgasm because his own was creeping up too quickly.

“Oh fuuckk Eris,” Azriel cried out, his back arching almost concerningly high. “Yesss- deeper, fuck yes!”

Eris clasped Azriel’s other thigh and lifted it to rest on his shoulder. He squeezed Azriel’s throat hard enough to leave another limited edition Vanserra necklace that Azriel would wear proudly once he remembered that Eris’s view is what mattered.

“Mmn you look gorgeous baby, so pretty when you shut up and take it- ah fuck Az.” Eris’s rhythm was growing rabid, and his tone was growing husky. “Take it like the good little slut you are.”

Azriel flushed from the praise, or maybe the truth in Eris’s words, or, most plausibly, the severe lack of oxygen. Eris loosened his grip a tad, if only because he preferred Azriel conscious when fucking him groaned deeply as Azriel gasped for air and used his first full breath in a few minutes to raspilly plead, “No! Harder, please.”

“Haah, what happened to being worried about lookin’’ too hurt?” Eris cooed, pulling his hand away from Azriel’s throat completely, only for Azriel to place it back on his reddening neck with desperate insistence and those fucking puppy eyes.

Azriel rolled his eyes, and even attempted to put pressure on Eris’s limp, teasing hand. “Mn, c’mon Daddy, you know I just wanted it extra hard, now please Er, choke me, please.”

Eris did know that, just as intimately as Azriel knew Eris would comply, albeit poke fun at him for it— affectionately, of course. Eris felt the air in his lungs stolen in awe from the view of Azriel’s hazy smile when Eris finally resumed his careful, contusing grip; they took each other’s breath away.

Eris was losing his snapping pace. His chest was heaving and his thoughts were racing, straying from each tantalizing part of the vision that Az was in that slutty outfit, fucked out and so happy about it. His eyes ran to savor each sensual snippet of Azriel: the pink glinting jewelry decorating his his dusky nipples beneath the sheer crop top, his leaking, flushed cock resting below his navel on the rumpled mess that was his skirt, the jangling charm-filled anklet on Azriel’s left foot, and the glossy red nail polish on Azriel’s toes- all eleven. Eris groaned as he took the freshly pedicured pinky-squared into his salivating mouth.

A breathy, broken “thank you” was mouthed more than said to Eris, the final nail in his weaning restraint. He kissed the tip of Azriel’s toe before leaning over to bore down inside him, hitting every inch and sparking every nerve as he fucked Az with fervor.

Only a few more strokes had Azriel moaning filthily and clawing at Eris’s back for purchase as he weathered his orgasm, his whole body shaking with pleasure. Watching Azriel unravel was nearly overwhelming. The tight clench and that last slick stroke had Eris’s hips stuttering as he came with a ragged rendition of Azriel’s name.

“Aah fuck Azriel!” Eris groaned as he did his best not to collapse on top of Az. Strong arms wrapped around his middle, and Azriel’s legs wrapped around his hips. They stayed entangled for a long while, listening closely as the waves lapped and- oh shit-

A clear, high pitched voice sounded to their left beyond the mock walls of their gazebo.

Eris gathered Az up in his arms and reclined them back on the pile of pillows at the head of the cushioned chaise. He carelessly repositioned the come-soaked panties and skirt. Azriel rested boneless against him. Eris selected a soft, navy cotton blanket from the woven linen basket next to the bed and draped it across Azriel.

The meek attendant popped through the entrance, her tan, freckled face ruby red with discomfort.

“Oh, sorry for the noise,” Azriel apologized to the petite woman carrying a small notepad and a pen with a fake flower taped to the tip. Eris smirked with pride.

“Th-that’s okay, it is a private, optionally nude beach. I was wondering if you two would like anything more to drink?”

“Mmn,” Az hummed sweetly as he considered, “Can I have another Mojito and a watermelon margarita for Daddy?” Oh, this fuckin brat.

Eris huffed in annoyed amusement, “Make that two Margaritas, please.”

”Yes sirs, will that be all?” She scrawled down their orders.

“Yes, that’ll be all. Thank you,” Eris confirmed, his tone still dry from Azriel’s antics.

As she walked away to fulfill their drink orders, Eris looked down to meet Azriel’s mischievous eyes, his smirk still a bit sleepy but curved sinfully.

“You,” Eris reached down to boop Azriel’s nose, “are a menace.”

“Hm, maybe. But you,” Azriel unearthed his arm from underneath Eris’s neck, “love it.”

Eris chuckled, “Yeah, you’re alright, I guess., I suppose I’ll keep you.” Eris shrugged as he reached to fluff Azriel’s raven hair.

“And I’m the brat?” Az perked a brow and scoffed before lying his head down on Eris’s bare chest.

Eris smoothed his hands down Azriel’s blanket-clad back, hugging him close as he shook with silent laughter at his boyfriend’s audacity.

He squeezed Az tight, groaning as he relaxed his grip, “Yes, yes you are. You’re lucky I love you,” he said with a smile Azriel couldn’t see, his face flat against Eris’s pec.

“Very.”

I hope you enjoyed more of my self indulgent smut! 😌

As always (how did I get so lucky?) @the-darkestminds beta read and patted my head, thank you mami, ily 💗

And thank you @mudandmire for slapping my ass with support 🫂💗

Azris babes: @astro-h0e-4azris @nus4y @jules-writes-stories @pippsmcgee @iftheshoef1tz @mistandmemories @fourteentrout @chunkypossum @ninthcircleofprythian @molcat07 @talibunny30 @neciebee @queercontrarian pls do lmk if you want in on the fun 💗

[rhaenall]

writing kendall getting fucked by an older guy it got a little dark…uuhm thinking about calling edge of seventeen. and its set in venice. call me by your name rewatch tonight maybe?

[tessa-quayle]

“Daddy is a state of mind.” - Pedro Pascal

[ridingthatd]

𝐌𝐑. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

you didn't know nanami could be so kinky? testing his limit till he's angry seemed to trigger something in him

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 nanami kento x reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 heavy breeding kink, a loooot of cùm, squirting, rough s, angry nanami, possessive, jealousy, angry s, choking, talking you through it, creampies, cùm play, period s, eating your p out till it's swollen, man handling, pet names, daddy nanami , cervix kissing, spitting, kinky, very very smutty

nanami was the sweetest boyfriend anyone could ask for. he would treat you with so much gentility. affection. love.

nanami was really the definition of a gentleman. gentle kisses on your forehead. long big arms folding you close to his chest. muttering nothing but sweet things. breakfast made by him, helping you serve dinner then gently place you on his huge thighs teasingly biting the sensitive part of your neck ripping a sweet giggle out of you. giving you massages to your feet after a long day of wearing heels- kissing the top of your feet while he gently rub the soreness out of it.

nanami was such a man, the aura around him screamed musculanity. muscles surrounded every inch of his body, you weren't really shocked by that since you would wake up to grunting and groaning sounds every morning at 4am- sounds coming from your man as he do his push ups shirtless, biceps flexing each time he goes up-down. up-down. it was such a drooling sight that it had your pussy clenching everytime.

as if nanami could feel your eyes on him. he would stop- taking in a deep breath then slowly get up to take a glance at you. you slowly trail your eyes from the sweat that's dripping from his forehead. to his biceps just to slide across his abs to the delicious v line. grey pants hanging lowly against his hips-failing to hide his boxer the same boxer that's hiding the thick, juicy cock, outlined in his grey pants that's already hard from the attention you're giving him.

"hm" nanami hummed lowly while making his way towards you, trailing his hands under the cover of the blanket just to get ahold of your thighs, squeeze them. he has made it his daily routine to have his special- what he calls after work out protein from you every morning. you slowly spread your legs for him to crawl in, he didn't have to remove any clothes from your gorgeous body- because you were already bared and naked for him. only wearing a shirt- his shirt since nanami made it clear that he doesn't like his food to be enveloped.

nanami has always had a quite liking to your breast- he always manage to give them extra attention no matter where you are or what you are doing.

he says it restore his energy- especially after a long exhausting day at work, as soon as he opens the door of the apartment you both share- he walks straight to where you are cooking dinner at the kitchen, he gently lifts you up, and place you on the counter- you just sit there running your finger tips through his hair smoothing it out. he lifts whatever shirt you're wearing and immediately lash into your nipples letting out a groan as if he was a starved man and your nipples was his first meal.

nanami might be your sweet boyfriend. but deep inside you knew there's a side- maybe sides of him, he doesn't wanna show you. after all you have only been together for a few months.

at first you never questioned that. you never questioned the sweetness of your boyfriend. you never questioned the gentleness of your boyfriend.

you wake up at 4am as always but this time- it wasn't because of your boyfriend. it was because of the intense pain you're feeling in your belly- of course it's your period cramps. you groan and burry your head into your pillow-to in pain to notice that nanami has already made his way towards you- crawling into the bed ready to take his protein.

he gently rub your feets giving you a hint to spread your legs- and let him lap on your sweet pink pussy.

"not today nanami, im on my period" you tiredly mumble, to exhaust.

nanami raise an eyebrow up.

"and? i don't mind licking your blood soaked pussy- it's still a natural fluid, coming from your little pussy that I wanna drink on".

he horsely say- clearly indicating that he also just woke up a couple minutes ago.

"ew no nanami that's gross" you say pushing

his hands away with your feets- little did you know that this action activated a side of nanami that you have never experienced.

"so you're denying me from having my pussy?" nanami says through clenched teeth, clearly not happy that you denied him what's his.

you frown caught of guard by the tone of his voice- you have never seen nanami mad or displeased at you before. he's always so gentle and understanding about everything when it comes to you.

you hold your face up from your pillow taking a look at him- standing at the edge of the bed with a blank expression on his face that you can't seem to read.

"I asked you a question y/n. are you denying me from what's mine?" he says sternly as if the next thing you say might be the death of you.

yet you still playfully roll your eyes at him and bring your face back into your pillow mumbling a "it's my pussy, not yours"

it goes silent for a moment you assumed that your boyfriend went to the bathroom to get ready for his work- but oh you were dead wrong.

you let out a gasp as you feel a strong hand firmly hold your hair, pulling your face out the pillow- it wasn't strong enough to hurt but it was sure enough to sting.

your head was turned around to face no one other then nanamis face.

"nanami-" you were cut off by your boyfriend tsking at you.

"I see now what it is- do I have to teach my little baby a lesson? make sure she knows that this pussy is very much mine?".

you stare at him utterly confused- scared because that's completely off for nanami.

"i-" again you were cut off by him shushing you while bringing your face closer to his by your hair.

"you don't utter a word out of this pretty mouth of yours if you don't want daddy getting more mad at you baby".

for some reason the insanity in his face make your pussy throb- you have never thought you would see nanami this way- viens popping out of his hands and neck, hair slightly messy, while his scary-angry eyes are staring at you like they wanna devour you.

you were used to nanami soft gaze at you but this- this was completely new. you were snapped back to him when you felt an aggressive pull at your hair that made you groan out.

"do you understand?" nanami spit out, you node eagerly clenching your thighs together-turned on by whatever is happening right now.

and nanami seems to notice that.

"aw my little baby's pussy is needy for me?" he aws at your pussy as if he's speaking to a baby- he realise your hair out of his grip and instead he holds both of your legs into his shoulder-holding your lower half body up in the air close to his face.

your shirt goes down from gravity exposing you fully- you're basically naked right now in front of his hungry eyes. pussy and ass so close to his face you can feel his warm breath against your pussy.

he groans out as he slowly pulls out your tampon and throw it into the trashcan next to your bed- your mind is to hazy and drung off pleasure to even care about what he just did.

you can feel his hand trailing up your stomach till it reachs your breast and he tugs hard on your nipple ripping a moan out of you- you arch your pussy into his face desperate for something- anything.

he trails his nose up to your pussy down to your ass sniffing everywhere- claiming what's his-then he lashes into your pussy his tongue is restless. lapping at every bit of you- to much to much you think. you couldn't help letting out a sniffle from how sensitive you're because of your period.

"is my baby sensitive?" he groans out trailing his tongue to your ass- as his eyes role behind his head.

you throw your head back and moan out at the ceiling-clearly to much for you to even form a sentence.

"mhm it's okay. daddy is gonna make you coat his cock with your blood and juice first before letting you cum" he says as he free his cock out, stroaking it hard as he lean in-

"open your mouth for me baby" he whispers and you obey without hesitation.

nanami purse his lips and spit in your mouth, warm, wet spit hit your tongue and you swallow it all- nanami let out a whimper at the sight clearly going insane over this.

he slowly line up his cock on your puffy pink pussy, sliding in so fast. so hard. your pussy immediately squeeze around his dick like you're tryna strangel him. nanami couldn't help taking your little suck-covered feets close to his face and groan out into them. the little gasps and mewls that escape your puffy lips make nanamis mouth dry. He begins fucking his hips up.

nanami curses, head tipping back, Every little curl and twitch of your toes, every feel of your curved arch has him dizzy with need. He feels his blood hot beneath his skin, abdomen tightening with an overwhelming lust.

"fuck," he growls, fucking you sloppy and he almost can't recognize himself. It's exhilarating.

"faster, baby, shit-faster. I'm almost there, just a bit—nngh—a bit more."

his words come out in heavy pants, but you rapidly nod along like his perfect girl. You squeeze around his dick as you cum,eyes rolling and he just watches himself slide in you, cursing and grunting until the tension that's built inside of him completely snaps, he pulls out and he comes with a long moan. his come spurts up, more than usual and landing on your toes and top of your feet.

nanami thinks he blacks out for a few seconds.

"nanami" you suddenly breath out, making him to open his eyes just for them to turn dark as he watchs you slowly swiping your finger on your cum covered socks- covered with his cum, before you place it inside of your mouth, so sweetly sucking it, nanami groans, his cock is already hard again, ready to splash you with his cum again.

and suddenly he has the urge to suck his juices off from your sock. So he does. lightly grasping your ankle, kento ignores your little yelp as he licks from the bottom of your foot to your toes. your sock is soft against his tongue, pressed so close to your skin, and then kento tastes his own come. moaning, he takes your toes into his mouth, sucking the small digits and pressing the tip of his tongue in between.