#i want more of himmmmm

[heymeowmao]

雪鹰领主 | Snow Eagle Lord ° Qiao Junda as Lan Sha

[saerins]

𝖇𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖉-𝖆-𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊: isagi yoichi + @yoichiris <3

+ isagi yoichi x f!reader | wc 1.1k

notes: omg my hand slipped :’) sorry this took a while !! didn’t want to disappoint isagi’s girl <3 hehe hope you like this date + a lil bonus with your man ^_<

isagi’s… stunned, really. he doesn’t actually know what to do.

age seventeen, multiple chances at valentines’, watching most of his friends get gifts or love notes without getting any himself—yet today, 14 february, he sees a little folded-up note on his desk, along with a small heart-shaped box of chocolates.

he’s beginning to think he’s hallucinating. is this for real? part of him thinks it’s a gag.

when he opens the love note, he’s relieved to find out it’s actually addressed to him; i’ll always be cheering you on, isagi-kun :)

what makes him even more relieved is the fact that he realises whose handwriting it is—yours. how can he not, when he’s been admiring you silently from afar, thinking he could never get someone as beautiful, as kind as you are.

does that mean he can ask you out for valentines’? no, the more important question is: how does he ask you out without sounding like a creep for knowing exactly what your handwriting looks like?

shit.

later that day, once classes are over and done with, isagi steels his resolve; he’s seen you getting several confessions yourself, from other guys in your grade, other guys from his own damn soccer team, even. he’s pretty sure he’s the only one you gave anything to, though, so he gets a little bit of a confidence boost from that.

when he finally catches up to you near the bus stop afterwards, he calls out your name, and when you turn around he’s hit with the sudden realisation that god, you’re so pretty he could just melt right here and it’d be worth it.

“yes, isagi-kun?”

through your eyes, he looks kind of a mess, if you’re being honest; his uniform is buttoned wrongly, his hair is sticking out a little at the side, his cheeks are flushed red as though he’s just run a marathon. but he’s still handsome, that determined look in his eyes that he wears during his matches is apparent now, and you wonder what for.

isagi doesn’t know how to do this, he doesn’t know what he should say that would be best, but what he does know is that he wants you. wants to be able to hold you close, to lace his fingers through yours, to be able to dedicate goals to you.

with a shaky voice, he chokes out, “this weekend! y-you wanna go on a date?”

you giggle, and isagi feels even more flustered.

“a date with me,” he clarifies, as though he even needs to. that just makes you giggle more, and isagi already has that sound saved into his brain—it’s his favourite sound now. you’re giving him new favourites just by being alive.

that saturday when he’s actually out with you, he finds himself being even more attracted to you—is that even possible? when you’re telling him about your morning and all he can do is stare at you from across the table, appreciating the slope of your nose, and the way your eyes beam at him, and the curve of your lips. he chastises himself internally for thinking of kissing you already.

you make him feel more selfish; isagi has been fine with watching by the sidelines until now, until he actually gets to know you. he wants to keep your laugh for himself, wants that smile to stay on your face and curse anyone who dares to take it from you. your fingers, he wants to hold them, wants to kiss your palm if you ever place them near his lips.

it’s all he can think about all day—you, what kissing you might feel like, how pretty you are in your casual wear, how he nearly gets a heart attack when you pull him into a photo booth and ask him to take pictures together, sitting as close as you did with him, feeling your bare skin against his; it’s new, it’s electrifying, it scares him (in a fucking good way).

after knowing you, he can’t go back to the way he was. can’t go back to sitting quietly at the side in silent admiration. can’t risk anyone getting to have you, and he wonders if you feel the same about him too.

“thanks for today,” you mutter shyly as he walks you home, your house now just a few feet away.

isagi still hasn’t mustered the courage to hold your hand, but he figures he has time. he doesn’t think this is the last date you’ll have.

“see you on monday, isagi-kun,” you tell him, and he feels like a part of you didn’t want this date to end, but neither did he.

“yoichi,” he corrects you, and you blink at him. “i want you to call me yoichi.”

because he doesn’t want you to call him anything less intimate than that.

you smile and say his name, “yoichi,” and then again he has a new favourite sound—in the way you say his name.

and before this, his favourite sensation was the way the ball leaps off his feet right before he scores a goal—but you’re overwriting everything and now he can’t seem to remember what anything else felt like after he presses his lips on your cheek.

(what he doesn’t know is that it’s the same for you.)

his feelings for you hold the same, even five years into the future and he’s won his first championship game, scoring the winning goal that sealed the deal.

you’re at the bleachers, in the front row, cheering wildly next to your best friend, and isagi spots you without fail. he beams at you from the field, and you know that it’s for you—it’s always for you.

everything isagi is, his goals, his dreams, it’s always shared with you. for someone who didn’t think he’d make a good boyfriend (quoting his own lack of experience), he’s pretty darn perfect.

isagi constantly reminds you that he’s yours and yours alone, no matter how many girls try to shoot their shot. “you’re special to me,” he tells you, cupping your face in his hands, “no one can ever replace you. you’re my girl, okay? my only one.”

he doesn’t want anyone else but you. forever, for life.

“so isagi, what’s it like being the top striker in japan at such a young age?” the reporter asks, and isagi chuckles. now that the game is over, it feels all too surreal.

“fucking awesome, actually,” he answers, earnest.

“what’s next on your list? what’s your next dream, next goal?”

isagi doesn’t hesitate, pointing straight at you with that same determined glint in his eyes you remember from way back then. “i’m gonna marry her.”

[slashingdisneypasta]

Foxy Coltrane x Fem!Reader || Excerpts

Plot: A few (5) of your many 💋kisses💋 with Foxy Coltrane. They aren't really in any particular order.

'I just wanted to know what it would be like.' - Gilmore Girls

Warnings: Sexual references + kissing gifs. Reader is pretty obsessed. Unedited.

***the 'fem' part in the title can be taken with a grain of salt. I only put it because the gifs are all hetero. If that doesn't bother you, theirs actually no mention that the reader is feminine in the writing.

1; The first time.

Your lips touch his, your hands sliding up a moth eaten american flag shirt and the warm chest under it and they reach his shoulders, and its absolutely everything you thought it would be. He grins against your mouth like he just won a bet and strong arms wrap around you; holding you still. Literally caging you in.

If you hadn't already committed to this madness, then you probably would have the good sense to be afraid of that. But you wanted this. You thought about it, you considered the pros and the cons, the feel of his lips on yours vs the feel of his fingers in your guts, and the desire to kiss him won by a landslide.

You must be crazy.

Foxy kisses just like how you would imagine a 55-year-old borderline feral classic to kiss- all encompassing, that beard rubbing your face in an oddly pleasant way and his big hands grabbing your hips just like they belong there. Like you're his. He takes his time kissing you, his mouth moving carefully on yours, just enjoying it; a hot piece of ass like you just walkin' up and kissing him out of nowhere. He's definitely game for shit like that.

When you have to breathe and separate just for air, he tries to follow you for half a second, but settles for giving you a mischievous, almost smug grin and dropping his forehead against yours. "... well hi." He drawls, his voice a slow crawl that makes you feel things. Terrible, dangerous things.

Breathless and eyes glazed over with want. Everything about the older man is perfect to you- how can he be so handsome?? How can he be so hot? And interesting? And the fact that he's considerably saner then his brother and sister is definitely a bonus for you. "I just wanted to know... what it would be like."

"Oh? Making out with an old guy?" Foxy teases. "Kinky little bitch, huh?"

"Making out with you." You admit boldly, your hands still on his shoulders and watch his face transform into a wicked grin.

"'s that so?... " He looks thoughtful and impressed and intrigued by you, his eyes soft but daunting at the same time. "You sure about that? Kinda dangerous, dontcha think?... "

Definitely. "I think it was worth it."

"You wanna get outta here?"

2; When he comes back after a trip away from you.

"Fox!" As soon as you saw him laid back half-slumped in the cushions on your couch, his knees spread wide manspreading like an ass, and an old black-and-white on your tv, and that slow smirk on his handsome face after he was gone for 2 months, your mood is completely lifted. You had the l o n g e s t day at work and you were ready to absolutely collapse but the effect he has on you is an instant recharge. A slow grin spreads across your face as you close the door behind you. You've missed him so bad-

"Hey there sweetheart. Been a while this time. My bad." The way his eyes flicker down your body and back up to your face again, the happy-to-see-you grin on his handsome rugged face, lights you up inside even brighter. He came here to see you!! He's happy to see you!! "C'mere."

You don't hesitate a second before crossing the room and settling in his lap, connecting your lips in a searing kiss full of all the want you've had to compartmentalise and put away all the time that he was not here. He barely moves, seeming lazy as he just lifts his chin to kiss you back. He doesn't need to move; you're in control (at least he lets you believe you are, 'cuz he likes you) and you're already nice and close in his lap, your knees digging into the couch cushions on either side of his camo-clad hips.

You went from negative one hundred to positive two hundred so fast you're already clenching around nothing, and so when he puts his hands on your hips (His big, dangerous, experienced wolfman hands) and encourages you to grind down on his hard bulge - which must have already been hard before you walked in, - you're happy to oblige. The kiss has to stop, at that- an inconceivable sigh of relief choking you at the feeling you missed; your head pressing into his shoulder as your hips slowly move against him.

"There, there, baby... I'm back... "

3; When Otis is looking at you a certain kind of way.

You hate Otis' attention. You hate being around Otis- he nearly killed you when you first met the Fireflies, after all, and it was only Baby who kept you alive cuz you were a good playmate (now of course you're Foxy's playmate, instead though. Funny how things change). But even now he sometimes looks at you, and you can tell he still wants to kill you after all this time. Pull you apart and make something new out of your pieces. Otis hasn't become attached to you in the slightest- he never would. In his head you will always be prey.

The whole time Otis has been sticking near to you tonight and picking on you Foxy has been behind you, telling him to back the hell off you whenever he goes too far, or just glaring. Otis knows what he's doing, knows he shouldn't be messing with you (You're Foxy's), but of course he doesn't care.

When Otis crosses the line with Fox (Finally. He crossed the line as far as you're concerned 3 seconds in), referring to you as 'meat, you're sure Foxy's going to pick up your hand and take you both out of there. Leave. Go somewhere where it can be just the two of you.

You're shocked when he sits down in a chair and guides in between his legs, one hand on your waist drawing you in for a deep kiss thats would be completely indecent in any other social group but the Fireflies. A surprised noise slips out of you but after he uses the opening to slip his tongue into your mouth, you get quiet; obediently kissing him back. Needily kissing him back. You're absolutely all his and you can never ever help it when he kisses you. He kisses you, and its all over. Any restraint you had, any nervousness or fear (Of him, of Otis, of your own psychotic desires for this evil man) disappear and all you have is a want for the warm familiar feel of him under your skin.

He knows it.

He knows as soon as he does this to you you wont be scared, anymore. You'll forget all about Otis. And Otis'll lose all interest.

And just like that, with Foxy's tongue deep in your mouth and his hand on your waist squeezing the fat there gently and making you crazy, Otis rolls his eyes and gets up. You don't even notice him leave, your fingers losing themselves in your Foxes hair just like the rest of you is lost in him.

Foxy cracks his eyes open, still kissing you, to watch him walk off. Too fucken easy.

4. Slow kisses when you're alone and you have plenty of time.

Sometimes the stars and the planets all align and your free wolfman stays. Foxy gets that still energy about him- like he's not going anywhere this time, at least for now, like here with you is exactly where he most wants to be in the world- and thats saying something because Foxy can go anywhere he wants to. Have whatever he wants. do whatever he wants. At least thats what you think.

At least he can get whatever he wants, from you.

During these times where he's still, not going away, you hope to be alone. No Fireflies, no Spaulding, no scary Otis.

Because- g o d.

When you are alone-

Theirs something oddly romantic about him, something from those old movies he likes in the way he touches you. His lips on yours are soft, teasing, setting your nerves on fire and making you moan. He'll sit on the couch for hours with you just tasting your lips, and your tongue, and your cheeks and jaw and neck and anywhere else he can reach. And when you get up to eat, or shower, or go to the bathroom, its not long before the possessive-obsessive wolfman comes up behind you and starts all over again.

He presses your front against a wall and lathers your neck and shoulders in those maddening gentle kisses, he feels up your spine with the tips of his dirty fingernails while you're cooking something on the stove and then sucks the darkest hickey you've ever seen into the crook of your neck (It'll be so sensitive to the touch after. He'll leave the same ones in all sorts of other places on you, too), he'll kiss you deep until you get lightheaded from the sheer lack of air.

He makes you even more addicted to him. Makes it even worse when he inevitably leaves again.

But... while it lasts....

5. The kiss in the middle of a fight.

Its honestly the hardest thing in the world for you to be mad at this man- because he could hurt you. But also because you love him. And also because he refuses to listen!!

"You are the most frustrating- are you hearing me??"

He looks up from a machete set across his knees, which he was picking blood clots off of with his bare fingernails, and raises his brows. "... huh?"

"Ughhhhh!" You just got finished telling him what was bothering you, and he was off in la la land!! Frustration washes through you like a tidal waive and you don't know what to do with yourself. He does this every time!! You're pretty sure he does it on purpose! Unsure what to do with yourself, you whip around and storm off- ignoring his 'wait, hold on, wait, wait!- '.

When suddenly his hand wraps around your wrist like a vice and whips you back around to him you end up slamming right against his chest. You try to back up and storm away again but his other hand comes down on your arm and holds you still. "Hold on, there. What's the problem, sweetcheeks?"

"Whats the pr-!? " Ohhhhh. "Let me go, I'm leaving!"

"Come on, clue me in."

"I did! You weren't listening!"

"Alright, shit, well I didn't think it was something important. Fuck me. Alright, siddown, my ears are wideee open."

"No!"

"I'm not givin' you a choice."

Instead of arguing with that you just start struggling against him again, and he watches half-annoyed at your little attempts; wriggling your wrist in his grip and trying to yank your other arm away from him- you budge him but he doesn't let go. "Fuck- "

Eventually his annoyance turns into amusement, watching you wriggle like a worm on a hook. "Goddamnit, you're cute." A slow smirk spreads across his face looking down at you. "Makes me wanna do stuff to ya. Stuff ya like. Too bad you're so upset... woulda been a fun couple hours."

Thats, admittedly, makes you falter. Even give up. Fuck. Breathless, you stop your fighting and look up at him with big frustrated bambi eyes. "... what?"

"You heard me."

"I'm mad at you." He cant do this to you!! This isn't fair! He's an ass, and he deserves to be mad at for a while.

"I know, I know." The grin on his face spreads as he steps in closer to your body, now that you're not actively trying to get away from him anymore; he knows he's got you. You can feel his warmth against your skin through layers of clothes. "... but come on, that'll just make it more fun, right?"

"... " You part your lips to respond, agree with him or deny him some more even though you know you want to give in, when you realise his grip on you loosened. Your heartbeat immediately picks up and thank god he doesn't realise it because a moment later you're gone from his grip and storming off again.

This time you make it a mere 2 feet before he catches you again and drags you back right against him this time; smothering your laughter and his amused grin at your cheek with his mouth.

The kiss immediately destroys any last resolve you had for yourself and you ring your arms up around his neck; slipping your tongue into his mouth.

[kindahoping4forever]

Two worlds collided and they could never, ever tear us apart

[fujunfuren]

NISHIKIDO RYO as KANO KYOJI

LET'S GET DIVORCED (2023)

[thenwhatthefukcisthis]

arthur had me at “eames? he’s in mombasa!”.

It’s the practiced efficacy of knowing where exactly the man carrying your heart is. not willing to take chances with the most important person to you. being specific, precise in guiding the man in front of you towards the love of your life, being sure of always finding your way to him, no matter where he is. the unbreakable promise of reconciliation.

eames had me at “mhmm arthurrrr”.

the drawl of regret, the longing and the yearning. the heartache poorly disguised as indifference, the want bleeding in your words and being ready to risk everything just to be close to him. a thinly veiled hope that the man in front of you would take you to the one person without whom you find it little too difficult to breathe.

and dominic cobb had them both at once cause wouldn’t he know what’s it like to be one half of a whole?

[rinbylin]

“乖！等我买了房子就娶你！”

我可能遇到了救星 HI VENUS EP. 21: 把院长玩弄于股掌！( • ̀ω•́ )✧

[fairyhaos]

nuuuuu omg he's so pretty darling adorable fluffy joshuu :(((

[despairforme]

2200 orbs and still no nnoitra......

[soft-cryptids]

@frannyzooey ....I am SLOWLY working on that boy 

[xbuster]

[pinkmirth]

chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou chousou . . .

[kelin-is-writing]

Dude this is my favorite thing I wrote for him on this blogged lol. But I agreed with everything you said.

OHHHHHHH THAAT ONE... THAT ONE– never spread my legs in wait and need for some dick to stuff me like i did while reading that...

dabi it's just so versatile, I ADORE WRITING ABOUT HIM SO DAMN MUCH.

[altfire]

um. my boyo

[dreamescapeswriting]

BTS Reaction || Your Toddler Has A Crush

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - August 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

JIN:

"You know we don't have to go out," Jin teased as your daughter's smile dropped from her face. All week long she'd been getting more and more excited to spend time with "Uncle Kookie"

"Nuh-uh!" She cried and pouted, stomping her little foot as Jungkook ruffled the top of her head.

"You need a date night and little princess here needs time with Uncle Kookie," Jungkook smirked, ignoring the look he got from you for messing up your daughter's hair.

"Not too many cookies, or ice cream...and make sure she goes to bed-" You were cut off as your daughter hugged your legs tightly.

"Uncle Kookie got this," She promised you before kissing your knees. It was true. Jungkook had babysit a lot and that was mostly because your daughter demanded he be the one to babysit and no one else. It was like she had a soft spot for him which was true, just last week she said she was going to marry him one day - which would never happen but kids were allowed to dream at her age.

"Be good for him, okay?" You warn her and she nods kissing your cheek once you bent down to kiss her softly YOONGI: When your daughter asked to join Yoongi at work he hadn't thought about why it might have been. He just assumed his daughter wanted to spend time with him at work but as he worked through his day it became abundantly clear that wasn't the case. Every single time Taehyung would come into the room her smile would light up and she'd cuddle up to him. Or even try to go with him whenever he was leaving.

"You like Uncle Tae?" Yoongi chuckled as Taehyung sat beside your daughter, her hand tightly locked with his as she told him he wasn't allowed to leave her side.

"I love himmmmm," She whines clutching Taehyung's side who smirked over at Yoongi.

"More than daddy?" Taehyung laughs as your daughter nods her head and cuddles closer to her favourite member. HOSEOK: Hoseok was in the kitchen, preparing a snack when he heard his daughter giggling as she played in the living room. You were out for the day leaving them to have a daddy-daughter day together.

"What’s so funny, sweetheart?" he asked, peeking around the corner to check that she was okay but she just grinned and looked up at him with her big eyes and said, 'I wuv Uncle JimJam!' Hoseok chuckled, crouching down to her level.

'Oh, you do? He’s a pretty cool guy! What do you like about him?' He watched as she thought about it for a second and giggled.

'I wuv his songs and he makes me laugh!' she said with a wide grin showing off some of her teeth to him. Hoseok smiled, feeling proud of her before squeezing her cheek softly. 

'Well, you have great taste! Maybe we should invite him over more often for playdates.' He smirks knowing Jimin would happily come around just to spend time with her. She gasped before nodding eagerly, clapping her hands. Hoseok laughed, scooping her up in his arms. 

'Let’s tell him he has a special fan!' NAMJOON: Namjoon was reading a book in the living room when his daughter crawled onto his lap, clutching a tiny photo of Uncle Hoseok, you smiled from the doorway watching them both together.

"Daddy, look!" she chirped, showing him the picture. Namjoon carefully shit his book and shoved it to the side studying the photo for a second.

"Uncle Hobi?" He smiled at the photo. It was of your daughter and Hoseok at the party from the week before. Your daughter nodded, her eyes shining as she giggled looking at the photo. 

` "Oppa funny! Makes me laugh!"

Namjoon chuckled softly. The two of you weren't blind to the small crush she had on Hoseok, in fact, the two of you found it rather endearing that she seemed to like him so much. 

"He is pretty funny, isn’t he? What do you like about him?"  Your daughter paused, thinking hard before staring at the photo and pointing at the smile on Hobi's face.

"His smile!"  Namjoon nodded, pressing a small kiss to her temple. 

"That’s a good reason. Smiling is important. How about we make a drawing for him?" Your daughter gasped before sprinting toward her craft table in the corner. JIMIN: Jimin was the first to notice something was up and he'd talked to you about it, only to find out you'd known for a long while that your daughter had a crush on Namjoon. He just caught your daughter staring dreamily at Jungkook during a rehearsal and couldn’t resist teasing her a little.

“Hey there, daydreamer,” Jimin grinned, catching her attention as she started to blush, looking down at her drawings as you smirked from beside her. 

“Who are you thinking about?" Her face turned crimson, and she quickly looked away. 

“No one! Umma, tell him.” she protested and you cuddled her close to you. Jimin chuckled as he sat down beside her to see what drawing she was working on. It was all of the boys dancing together. 

“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me,” he winked, enjoying teasing his daughter even if it was just a little but it was something he was never going to let her forget no matter how old she got. TAEHYUNG:

Taehyung was lounging on the couch, watching cartoons with his daughter, when she suddenly turned to him with an excited expression.

'Daddy, Daddy!' she called, tugging at his sleeve, pointing at the screen at one of the characters.

'Yes, my little star?' Taehyung replied, giving her his full attention.

'Looks like Uncle Jin' she announced, her eyes sparkling with delight before Taehyung followed her gaze. Taehyung grinned, finding her enthusiasm adorable, the cartoon character almost did look like him as well.

"Really? Do you think he's strong like Uncle Jin?"

"Very! And pretty! I love him!" This caught Taehyung's attention as he turned to your daughter who still had her eyes glued to the screen.

'Oh, really? What do you love about him?'

'He’s funny, and he sings and dances!' she said, clapping her hands with joy. Taehyung chuckled, nodding along with her, just happy your daughter got along with his friends.

'He is very talented. Maybe you can show him your dance moves next time he comes over?' Her eyes widened with excitement as she scrambled off the sofa starting to practice her moves.

'Yes, yes! I can dance too!'Taehyung smiled, putting some music on for her to dance her heart out to,

'You’re the best dancer I know! How about we practice a special dance just for him?" Taehyung asked as he got up to join his daughter on the dance floor.

JUNGKOOK:

Jungkook was playing a video game when his daughter crawled onto the couch beside him, wearing a Suga 96 top and carrying a Yoongi doll.

"Who’s that?" Jungkook asked, glancing at the toy, you giggled from the doorway as you watched them.

"Uncle Suga!" she declared, waving the figure around and almost hitting Jungkook in the nose with it but he dodged it. Jungkook chuckled, pausing his game so he could focus all his attention on your daughter. 

"Uncle Yoongi's your favourite?"

She nodded, her eyes twinkling as she giggled a little. 

"Uncle funny! He makes silly faces!" Jungkook grinned, amused that his daughter had someone other than him to make her laugh in this life. It was good for her to know she had someone other than him to go to in her times of need. 

"He does, doesn’t he? Want to make silly faces with Daddy?"

She giggled, nodding as they both started making exaggerated expressions. Jungkook laughed, taking a selfie with her. 

"We’ll send this to Uncle. He’ll love it!" His daughter clapped her hands, clearly delighted and cuddled closer to her dad. 

"Yes, yes! Send to Uncle!"

"Alright, princess," Jungkook said, snapping the picture. 

"Let’s make him smile!" You smirked from the doorway at them and Jungkook threw a look your way,

"Jealous." You mouthed to him before he stuck out his tongue at you.

"Funny faces for mummy too!" Your daughter yelled.

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[jesuistrestriste]

Sorry for flooding your inbox, but i love your writing and Im just really horny for this man, this isnt the best, more just a thought

Art prepping you for his cock with three fingers and you start whining that its too much

"I-i can't Art, it too much!"

"I know, sweetheart, i know. but my cock's a whole lot thicker so you need to take these for me yeah, baby?" 

wiurhcmswruhsgyrcbser i need himmmmm

sage i luv ur brain u can flood my inbox all u want <3

also mmmffgf soft dom art im melting

goddd his fingers are so thick and strong from tennis, and they flex and curl so perfectly inside you :( he’s pumping them in and out of you so fast, pressing against that special spot deep in your gummy walls like he’s trying to scoop out your precious insides

he’s so rough but his words are so tender and soft !

“can’t wait to feel you around me, hon”

and

“oh g-god, your pussy’s squeezing my fingers—“

and

“holy fuck, you’re opening up so well f’r me.. my cock’s throbbing, i gotta put it in you, ok?”

ughhhh. he’ll definitely thumb your clit for a minute or so while he’s easing himself in, but he can’t help but bottom-out as soon as he feels the way you suck him in !

he’s gutturally groaning and holding your hips so sweetly, his brows pinching up as his cock jolts and aches to start moving

he’s gonna fuck you till you cry a little, but it’ll all be out of love <3 kissin u and tellin u how amazing you are and how you’re a pro at taking his dick <3 gonna dump load after load into your soft core till he’s gasping and whimpering right along with you