#my chest is so tight i feel like i cant take a full deep breath

[truckstoptigers]

okay. so we're doing this again (HEAVY tws in tags)

[blingblong55]

Earned release-König NSFW

Based on a request:  Dom!konig breeding sub!transmasc!reader 😍 (or m!reader if you don’t feel comfy writing that.)

I can 100% imagine this man putting his partner into a mating press, entirely fixated on how he can pump his seed into reader without them being able to squirm away. Even if in the back of his head he knows he can’t *actually* breed them, he’ll still damn sure try. Grunting praises and compliments in german, knowing either way they wouldn’t be able to comprehend whatever he said from being fucked too dumb on his cock. ♡

(IM SO EXCITED FOR KINKTOBER, CANT WAIT TO SEE MORE OF YOUR CONTENT 🩵🫐)

A/N: oh anon you ate with this request, anyway...we are getting straight to it 

---- Trans!Masc!Reader, M!Reader, MDNI, 18+, smut, unprotected!sex, MLM, established!relationship, husband!König, breeding!kink, Dom!könig, sub!reader ----

His blue eyes glisten in the dim light as König buries himself deep inside you, every vein of his cock pulsing with life. There’s no movement, no thrust from his hips—he's waiting for you to say the right words, the ones you both know will set him off.

"Look at me like a good boy, Y/N. I want to see that pretty face while I fill you again," König growls, his voice thick with desire. One of his large hands moves to your chest, fingers teasing your nipples as a moan escapes your lips, making his cock twitch inside you.

"Come on, Y/N, be daddy’s good boy and say it for me..." he continues, his voice husky, low, eyes heavy with expectation. He’s got you at his mercy, and the power play is as intoxicating as the physical pleasure.

You whimper, hips shifting slightly beneath him, desperate for more. You can see the faintest grin pull at the corner of his lips as he takes in your needy, submissive state. A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest.

"That’s what I like, mein Schatz. Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?" he purrs, his thick accent rolling out the words in a mixture of praise and possession. His mask hovers above your face, and you can feel his breath against your skin.

His free hand drifts downward, past your stomach, until it reaches your entrance. He teases you, circling your hole with his fingers, making you whine for more. 

"You’re so perfect, so tight for me. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me properly," he murmurs, before replacing his fingers with the head of his cock, the heat of him radiating against your skin, the tension building between you.

"Tell me, Y/N. Tell me you want it. Beg for me to breed you." His voice is ragged, his patience wearing thin as he stares into your eyes, waiting for the words that will break him.

"Breed me," you moan, your brow furrowing as you pant beneath him. "Please... please breed me," you plead softly, almost breathless.

The second the words leave your lips, König is gone—lost to the primal hunger within him. With a deep, guttural growl, he thrusts forward, sheathing himself completely inside you in one swift motion. 

"Fuck, Y/N... You feel incredible," he groans, his head falling back as he savours the feeling of you around him. His pace quickly becomes brutal, each thrust powerful, filling you up, stretching you most deliciously. The slap of skin against skin echoes around you, mixing with your desperate moans and gasps for air.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue claiming you just as thoroughly as his cock does. His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you steady as he pounds into you, angling himself perfectly to hit that spot deep within you.

"Take it, take my cock like the good little boy you are. I’m going to fill you up so well, pump you full of me until you’redripping with it," he growls against your lips, his words sending shivers down your spine.

You can feel him getting close, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his balls tightening as he nears release. König pulls back slightly, hot breath brushing over your face as he watches your expression twist with pleasure.

"Come for me, Y/N. Come on my cock, be the good boy I know you are," he rasps, voice rough with the strain of holding back. One final thrust has him buried deep inside you, his cock throbbing as he spills inside you, filling you with his warmth. His deep moan vibrates through his chest, your name spilling from his lips like a prayer.

Your legs wrap around him, your body trembling with the overwhelming pleasure. "Ahh... f-fuck...ngh~...König!" you cry out as you reach your peak, your body shaking from the intensity of your release.

Even as your orgasm crashes over you, König doesn’t stop. He grinds his hips against yours, ensuring every drop of his seed is buried deep within you.

"That's it, Y/N. Take it all. Let me fill you up," he groans, his voice rough, satisfied. He presses soft kisses along your neck and jaw, whispering in German, "Du machst mich so stolz, mein Junge. So perfekt." 

You’ve been such a good boy for him, and he tells you that over and over, his hands caressing your face, wiping away the tears of pleasure that have fallen.

Slowly, König pulls out of you, a hiss escaping his lips at the loss of your warmth. He watches with a satisfied smirk as his cum leaks from your well-used hole.

"Look at that," he murmurs, "all my cum where it belongs." He scoops some of it onto his fingers and presses them to your lips. "Taste what we made together, Y/N."

You obediently clean his fingers, the taste of your shared moment heavy on your tongue. He pulls you into his arms, holding you close, keeping you safe in the afterglow of your passion.

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Henry Cavill // Mature Thoughts ⚠️

Henry fucking Cavill one of Hollywood's dilfs many people wondered about Henry's life but he liked to keep to himself. Little did they know he was a massive slut for his husband's cock.

Henry was currently on all fours his hairy legs spread out taking every inch of his husband cock. It was funny to imagine such a big man turn nothing but a cock loving slut. Who would have guessed the man of steel like it up his ass.

"Look at yourself, Henry," you said, grabbing a fist full of his hair and pulling it back, making him watch himself in the mirror. "This ass is mine, right babe? Only I can make you feel good like this," his hairy ass juggled with every trust you gave."Say something for me, please baby, let me hear your beautiful sounds."

"Ah~ please, I c-cant no more" he looked fucked out with how hard you were thrusting inside him your tip constantly abusing his prostate. He couldn't even focus on himself due to the feeling of you big cock stretching him the sounds made with every thrust sounded so pornografic but fuck was it hot.

Henry could feel your balls slap against his hairy ass the lube mix with cum make its way to his hair balls and dripping onto the sheets causing a small wet stain to form underneath you both as you fucked him doggy style. "C'mon babe cum for me one more time, so close please."

You rested your chest against Henry back, trying to put yourself deeper into him. He was the best thing you've ever had, his tight entrance wrapped around you so perfectly while his walls pulsed around you. You knew he was close to cumming you he just need more motivation.

"C'mon Henry cum for me be a good boy for me."

"S-shit I can't, I can't cum anymore please," his voice sounded so out of breath so desperate. "F~fuck."

"That's right babe your so close. Look at yourself taking my cock so well," you said putting him in a headlock while making eye contact through the mirror. "Look at yourself pathetic cock maybe we should cage it up huh- you want that, want me to cage your useless cock, fuck~," you grunted out his walls were clenching tightly on you trying to milk you for everything you had.

Small moans left Henry his dick hasn't been stimulated, only relying on you to make him cum his cock swing up and down occasionally hit his his stomach and happy trail. You could feel Henry grip your arm tightly as small drops of cum came out from his tip seeing his head pulse with every drop his foreskin rolling back occasionally just a bit.

As you gave one final thrust, he could feel you emptying yourself inside him. He felt full and complete and sticky most of his cum from his previous orgams ended up stuck in his chest and stomach hair and small amounts on his pubes whiel all yours ended up deep inside him.

"I'll make us a bath," you said, kissing the back of his neck with lightly massaging his hips.

[hyunsvngs]

JUNO BABY LOVE. i see your "losing your virginity to skz" AND I NEED YOUR 🧅 ON THE BOYS. I seen you made han and jeongins virgins as well🥴

But what are the boys like if THEY lose it to YOU. The concept is so🤤.

I am the shrek to your 🧅's babe

hello. sorry this has been rotting in my inbox but also creds to miss ems aka @cbini aka my wife bc we had an in depth discord conversation deciding what this would be like

jeongin & jisung are here!!

chan: virgin big dick chan. virgin big dick chan who's so freaking excited to finally lose his virginity!! he's always so busy and so stressed that he has become well acquainted with his hand, and now he has this insanely pretty girlfriend. you've told him you're ready when he's ready, that there's no rush, you can take it slow.

chan decides fuck taking it slow when you're laying on his bed, sexy body illuminated in purple from his led lights and your pussy glistening even in the low lighting that he's set. he's only kissed you, but now you've got him wondering - do you get this wet every time you kiss? have you been teasing yourself just to make sure he's ready? the thought has him hardening even further in his boxer briefs, and he finally yanks them down, heavy cock hanging thick between toned thighs. you giggle, eyes focusing between his legs.

"oh, channie. you're big," you coo, hand wrapping around his shaft. the tight ring you form makes him groan, his plush lips parting as he just lets you. "is that good? my pussy's tighter, y'know."

"don't," chan gasps, his hips canting into your hand. you smile again, hand speeding up on his cock. "don't- don't tell me that, jesus christ. i need- please, can i? god, you're fuckin' insane-"

you let your hand fall from his cock, dainty and soft. your hands are so soft that his mind feels fuzzy from the few movements you gave him. you move upwards on your forearms, tits jiggling on your chest. chan wants to press his face in between them even if he can't breathe.

it's when you move your legs, feet planted either side of your hips and pussy fully exposed to him that he finally springs into action. "can i? can i, can i? baby, i'm really fuckin' hard, i need to- need to finally feel it. finally."

"of course, channie," you murmur, pulling him in by his broad shoulders. the movement has his chest pressing against yours, toned chest against your sensitive pebbled nipples and you sigh in bliss. chan looks like he's about to die, eyes blown wide and heavy pants falling from his lips. his cockhead is right against your hole, not quite breaching but very present. "d'ya wanna push in now? i'm wet enough."

chan nods, huffing, and then he's pushing in. his cockhead is thick, flared mushroom head pressing past the tightness of your hole and he gasps with the feeling around his cock. it makes him jolt, thighs clenching and unclenching on top of you, and before he can process it, he's moving. his hips are fluid against yours from years of dance practice, and you see his eyes roll back into his head.

you simper with the feeling, his cock massive and weighty inside of you. it feels so good, but - you count one, two, three full thrusts, and then his hips stop moving. his fingertips dig into your waist, and he's gasping before letting out a deep groan, eyes fluttering shut. oh.

"baby, did you cum?" you smile, running your hands through his messy hair. he huffs in disapproval, head drooping to rub his nose against the crook of your neck. "awh, that's okay, baby. we can do it again later, yeah? did you have fun?"

he hums, scratching the back of his neck. you can feel how bad his cheeks are blushing on your skin. "i am so fucking embarrassed."

(he's still thinking about it five years later when you're married with kids by the way!! he rocks your world every night at that point, but he still scratches his neck and blushes awkwardly everytime he thinks about filling you up so quickly.)

minho: he always kisses you so passionately. he's fucking insane, you realise, this virgin boy who should be blushing and embarrassed from the way his hips grind sinuously into your throbbing core. he should be nervous, but he smirks down at you with his eyes half-lidded every single time you whimper for him.

"is that good?" he murmurs, and you can hear his voice dripping in faux sympathy. "let me fuck you, then. it'll feel better, yeah?"

the gusset of your panties is positively dripping, no doubt marking minho's tight, too-expensive boxers with your slick. you whine, canting your hips up against him. he's hard. he's hard, and you can feel it - thick, long, everything you could've ever wanted. you just don't want to rush him.

you're babbling before you can even stop it, as if he doesn't have you naked from the waist up in his bed. with the boys in the other room, nonetheless. "minho, minho, are you sure? i-"

"let me get my cock in you, pretty," he leans down, bunny teeth nipping your ear. "i think i have a natural talent, y'know. all that dancing, i think i can fuck you just right even though i've never done it. what do you think?"

he punctuates his words with another few thrusts into your core, and you gasp, hands coming to rest on his shoulders. he's shirtless too, planes of milky skin stretched tight across dancer's muscles. he's so yummy. "i want it," you whine, nodding. "i want it, i want it. are you ready? are you?"

you find out that yes, he really is ready, especially when he strips you both of your underwear and finally, finally pushes inside. it pisses you off that he doesn't even react, fully calm and collected despite you writhing and squirming beneath him. he really does have a natural talent, you decide. the slide is so smooth, your pussy so slick and consistently gushing around his cock.

"so wet for me," he mumbles, one thumb coming to rub over your clit. it makes you whimper, eyes watering at the overstimulation. his resolve is faltering, you realise, his eyes struggling to stay open and his teeth biting into his plush lower lip. "i need you to cum, kitty. need you to cum for me, okay? i can't hold on much longer, you're- kitty cat, remember it's my first time, 'kay?"

"so confident before," you huff, but you let him bring you to the edge anyway. he giggles, biting your earlobe again.

"that's before you got so fuckin' wet for me, minx. c'mon, feel my cock and cum."

changbin: definitely climbs through your window trying to be all sexy and mysterious at like 2am. he woke up with a start, and then decided that tonight he was going to fuck you. or try to, at least. he knew you'd had sex before him, knew you were waiting for him to be ready, and coming through your window just seemed like a great fucking idea at the start.

he rolled through onto the windowsill and landed on the floor with a thud. he only looks at you, where you're still awake and shoving crisps into your mouth except now staring at him with wide eyes. he puts a hand on his hip, quirking an eyebrow. "was that sexy?"

"no," you answer honestly. "you want some crisps?" changbin nods and clambers onto your bed, but it's only after a few mouthfuls does he propose the idea to you.

he wants you on top, he says, letting you decide the pace. "you can jump off when i'm gonna cum, y'know," he mumbles. he's nervous, still doing that cute little downturned smile but he's blushing. "if i'm on top, i think i'll just cum inside."

"makes sense," you hum, and then you're sinking down onto him. he's thick, short in length but girthy enough that it makes you whine out desperately. it feels good. he's perfectly sized for you, and his broad hands go to your hips almost immediately. his biceps are tensing, jaw dropped in a silent moan.

"jesus, is this- does it feel this good every time?" he whines, and you hear his feet thudding against the mattress as he thrashes around. you giggle, starting to rock your hips against his, but his hands grip you even tighter. you might have bruises afterwards. you want to have bruises afterwards. "i can't. i can't, don't move, i'll cum!"

you soothe him with a hand over his pec, thumb brushing over his nipple. it unfortunately makes him buck his hips with an even louder noise. "binnie, it's really okay if you cum. it's your first time."

"hnnfmg," he manages, head falling back against your pillows. his hands go to your ass, and before he can even process what he's doing, he's thrusting up into you. the movement makes you gasp, jolting forward with your hands over both of his pecs, fleshy and delicious where your fingers dig into him. "ah, ah, ah. binnie's pussy now, okay? it's mine, please, let it be mine. it's so fuckin' good, so wet, jesus-"

"yours," you whine, nodding. "all yours, all yours. forever. i love you, binnie, i love you so much."

this makes him let out a garbled, choked out noise, and then he's tapping your ass frantically. you jump off of him like you said you would, thighs splayed over his, and watch in shock as his cock spurts white hot liquid all over his own body. it drenches the smattering of hair at his base and sprays all the way up to his shoulder and he gasps, hips bucking into nothing.

"oh," you say, giggling. "messy, huh?"

changbin huffs, thrashing his feet again. it's hard to take him seriously, cum covering his entire upper body and his cheeks blushing fervently. "shut up!" he turns to you then, grinning as if he's not got his own seed on his shoulder. "love you."

you smile, shaking your head fondly. "i love you too, baby."

hyunjin: definitely gets way too excited. he's fucking vibrating when he finally lays you down on his bed, and hyune is a romantic - you walked into his room to see multiple candles lit and god damn rose petals on the bed.

"my love," he coos, plump lips brushing over your shoulder. his hair tickles your neck, newly dyed dark and soft against your skin. "my first love, only love. thank you for letting me have you like this."

he wants you on top, too. his cock is curved perfectly to hit your g-spot and okay, maybe you get a little too excited at the thought of having that inside you while you're on top. it's gonna stretch you so perfectly, fill you up with his long length and you get to see that man looking so beautiful beneath you. you can't wait.

when you finally lower yourself onto his length, one of hyunjin's hands grips a bunch of rose petals and the other one knocks the lamp off the bedside table. "shit!" he exclaims, leaning over to try and look at the damage. you can see it's shattered on the floor because of course hyunjin's got one of those expensive, brittle ones on his bedside table. he shakes his head anyway, returning to his position laying flat and his hands going to your waist. "i don't care. continue, my love."

"hyunjin, the lamp..?" you question, but your hips are already grinding against his. you were right. his cockhead presses deliciously against that spongey spot inside of you, and it's so sweet the way his lips form a blissed out smile, tongue licking over his teeth. "is it- do you like it, baby? do i feel okay?"

hyunjin nods quickly, a bead of sweat forming at his temple. your pace is slow, and you were worried he wasn't enjoying from how quiet he was, but when you look into his eyes you can see the truth. "i'm just- i'm trying not to get too excited, or i might hurt myself. i'm literally trying so hard not to like, backflip right now."

"please don't backflip when you're inside me," you admonish, and hyunjin giggles. you let him flip you over, his forearms holding him up over you, and then he's moving inside of you. his cock is so long it feels neverending everytime he pushes back inside, breaching your drippy hole over and over to the point you feel you might be going insane.

hyunjin's chain drops into your face, and you find your eyes crossing as your gaze follows it with every thrust. you're whining, fully pliant on the bed for your boyfriend's cock for the first time, and you can't help yourself when you take his chain into your mouth.

hyunjin halts, gasping, and then his eyes are rolling back into his head. you feel his cock spurting warmth inside of you, and as he tries to ride his orgasm out with desperate, jerking movements, his head thuds into the headboard.

"ah!" he squeaks, head dropping to your chest. he's stopped moving now, and you giggle, rubbing your hand over his head. "i'm so embarrassing. that was so fucking good though, next time i'll try not to destroy the room."

"try not to give yourself concussion next time, too, baby."

felix: honestly, you're surprised it took so long. felix has gotten embarrasingly rock solid in his trousers every single time you've made out or even just sat on his lap. he's so horny you know he fucks his fist multiple times a day, you've heard it. you just didn't want to rush him into sex before he was ready.

turns out he'd been ready the whole time, especially when he's now rutting into your core desperately. it also turns out lee felix was a bonafide freak, begging you to let him fuck you raw so he could feel every inch of you around his cock. his cock isn't too big, a nice, easy size to take, and when he'd pushed in you'd been moaning easily for him.

his hips slap against yours now, years of dance practice leading him into an easy, slick slide. his forearms clench either side of your head, and his heart shaped lips are parted, unabashed deep groans falling for them.

"i'm gonna- i'm gonna cum, i'm sorry, it's early, i need to," felix grunts, and you coo at him, pushing his messy hair out of his eyes. he moves to kiss your thumb where you rested it on his face, and then he sucks the digit into his mouth. it makes your pussy gush even more, adding to the wet noises of skin on skin between your legs, and felix whines around your thumb at the addition of slick on his cock. your thumb drops from his mouth, wet with spit. "gonna- g'na fuckin' blow, baby, baby, princess, i'm cumming-"

his hips stop, and you feel the cum spurt inside of you. the abundance of it oozes out of your hole, warm and thick around his cock, and you realise felix has started to move again.

"want more," he whines, licking into your mouth. his breath is heavy against your lips. "do you want more? i want more, it's so good, i can't stop. i'm still fuckin' hard, baby."

"gimme more, lixie," you nod, nipping at his bottom lip. "give my pussy more. you like it? wet enough?"

"fuckin' soaked, gonna- gonna fill you up loads, gonna fuckin- you're gonna be dripping with me for days, and then i'll just do it again."

seungmin: it's shocking to see your cool, calm and collected, almost reserved boyfriend fall apart beneath you. you've been grinding on his naked cock for a while now, and he can't help his hips canting while he tries to slip into you. your folds are soaked, gliding on his cock with the most pleasurable slide you've ever felt.

"babe, i think- i think i wanna put it in now," seungmin mumbles, cheeks burning red. he's so cute like this, fully naked on your bed with his cock flat against his tummy for you to use.

"yeah, i know," you giggle, and he swats at your thigh playfully. "you're rock hard, seungmin. you think i don't realise?"

"well- put it in, then, god," he huffs, and when you just raise an eyebrow at him, he's lifting you up by your waist. he positions his cockhead at your hole, the slit just as drippy as your pussy is, and then he's lowering you down. seungmin keeps eye contact with you as you lower onto his shaft, thick and stretching you with a gasp.

"that's big, seungmin," you murmur, and seungmin grins.

"yeah? big enough for you?" it's your turn to slap him playfully, and then you're grinding along his cock. you consider briefly that you may be getting addicted to it, the way his cockhead presses deep against your cervix in this position.

seungmin isn't fairing too well, either. all cocky comments he had in his head have disappeared, mind going fuzzy at the feeling of you on his cock. this is what he's been waiting for? it's been fucking worth it, definitely. you're going to have trouble getting his cock out of you from now on.

"god, how has- how has no one sat on this before? it's fucking- it's so good, seungmin," you huff, and despite feeling the burn in your thighs, you start to bounce. the sudden movement has his fingertips digging into your hips painfully, and with one thrust of his hips meeting yours, he's cumming. you feel it before you recognise it, but you giggle anyway, bouncing just a bit more to let him ride out his orgasm.

he fills you up to the point it starts to drip back out onto his pubic hair, and then he yanks you down to lay on his chest. "give me five minutes," he yawns, hand threading into your hair. he's still inside you, cock softening but still feeling so, so full. "give me five minutes, and i'll fuck you properly, nice and dirty. i'll make you cum."

[courtingchaos]

Sleepy

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

It’s just a handjob blurb 🎉

NSFW 18+ No Minors

It started out innocently enough.

His head on your lap after a long day, the hum of the tv lulling him into a half sleep while your fingers dug through his damp hair. You spent your time separating the curls and gently detangling the knots while he dozed with his cheek pressed into your thigh, his hands tucked up under your leg. Every shift of his hair stirred up the aussie shampoo he’d stolen from you and it made you smile like the little sounds he made as he drifted in and out of consciousness made you smile. He’s heavy against you, fingers twitching every so often under your thigh, his shoulder pressed tight to you.

The last of the tangles come undone between your fingers and his hair lays fluffy and almost dry along his back. You think about sliding out from under him and letting him rest while you get ready for bed but instead you let your hand fall on the crown of his head. He hums at you when your fingers dip through his hair and graze his scalp. You scratch lightly and he rolls back into your hip, the corner of his mouth pulled up into a grin.

“That feels good.” He mumbles, face still pressed to your leg. His breath is hot through the thin material of your nightdress when he sighs deep as your fingers run down the back of his head. You watch goosebumps trickle down his arm and repeat the motion, getting another sigh out of him that slips through his teeth.

“I like it when you play with my hair.” He turns to look up at you with bleary eyes, sleep still trying to vie for his full attention.

“Yeah?” Another drag of your fingernails from the base of his skull to behind an ear. He almost whines, a muted sound he keeps muffled in the back of his throat. He just nods and pushes his head further back against you while he stretches his legs out over the other arm of the couch. His foot bounces to a beat only he hears while you lazily drag your fingers through his hair until his hand wraps around your wrist to pull it towards his mouth.

“Oh are we done?” You ask with a smile and he just pulls your wrist to his lips to press a dry kiss there. He trails a few up the inside of your arm and back down to the middle of your palm while you sneak your other hand back into his curls. “I wasn’t done.”

“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow lazily that quickly turns into a delighted frown when you tense your hand. A light grip on the crown of his head and you give him a little wiggle, enough that he laughs. His grip on your wrist slackens and you pull your hand out to land on his chest.

“Mhm.” Another little tug of his hair before you walk your fingers down his chest like a lazy tarantula.

He settles when you tug his shirt up to run your fingers over the sliver of skin and when you run a nail lightly along the waistband of his pants he rolls his head into your side to muffle his soft groan. He chances a glance up at you and immediately feels a blush dust his cheeks when he sees you staring down at him.

“What?” You smile, mischief in the squint of your eyes.

“You know what.”

Your fingers dip just under the waistband of his black sweats. “I have no idea.” His skin is soft and warm against your hand that keeps its slow course down.

“I’m already half asleep.” He says while canting his hips up into your touch when you graze the coarse hair.

“All you gotta do is lay there then.” Fingertips find hot, soft skin already firm but when your palm wraps around him his cock jumps and he laughs around a groan.

“Oh that’s it?” He asks breathily, voice hitching when your soft touch turns firmer. “Just gonna use me like that?”

“I’m not using you for anything, I’m trying to give you something.” You only take your hand off him for a second to nudge his waistband down but he’s whining, grabbing your forearm with both hands. He holds on when you lift your hand to lick your palm, his eyes cracked open to watch you. His thumbs rub along the soft skin inside your elbow and when you wrap your hand around him again he gasps at the cool, wet touch.

“W-what’d I do the earn this?” Stuttered words quiet when he shoves his face into your side again to pull the fabric of your dress between his teeth.

“Nothing.” A slow pump of your hand, finger tips straying down to gently pull at his balls. “I just wanted to touch you.” An open palm against his leaking tip and you come away with more slick, the sound audible now. “I missed you today.” The fingers still wound in his hair flex and pull a little, just enough to make him hiss into you. Muffled and damp through the cotton while your other hand slowly picks up pace. Eddie whines, hot in your hand, flushed and red and even if he is half asleep his full attention is on your movement.

“Doesn’t take much, does it?” Another tug of his curls and he throbs in your hand. He sinks down further, into the cushions and into your lap, neck rolling along your thigh. You stop with your slow teasing, hand moving steady up and down and he shudders. Between your two hands you have him trapped in a haze, somewhere between sleep and arousal. He rolls his hips up into your palm, sure thing at first that quickly turns frantic.

If anything, he’s using you tonight but that’s the point.

You coo at him and his noises and he grips onto your elbow like a lifeline, breath coming hard through his nose.

“You close?”

He can’t answer with full words, just a nod against your leg and a tightening of his fingers.

“How close?” You slow your hand for a moment and he makes a noise deep in his chest.

“Don’t tease.”

“But it’s fun.” You grin at him blushing and gasping and you couldn’t hold out on him if you tried. You speed your hand up and he sounds like he’s choking on a sob just before he comes. His fingers dig into you and your hand in his hair holds him down, a little string of mumbled curses spilling out of his lips.

“See?” Nails against his scalp, light lines that make him shiver deeper. “Just had to lay there.”

“Yeah and make a mess.” He looks down at his shirt and your hand, sticky and wet. Wordlessly you slide out from under him to grab a towel and in the minute you’re gone he’s back in that twilight sleep, leaving you to clean up. It’s fine though, you know he’ll wake you up in a few hours to return the favor.

[writefightandflightclub]

Say my name: (Santiago “Pope” Garcia x reader)

Blorbo thought of the day #4

A/n: pwp but with feelings (a dash of fluff and a dash of angst). Blurb. Few hundred words - and I think it turned out pretty well (or maybe I’m just hor-nee 😇😈🤣).

Minors interacting will be blocked. NSFW, 18+ only

GIF by clonecaptains

Santiago is buried in you, holding you still on his rigid cock, strong hands pinning your hips as you moan in frustration that he won’t let you move.

“Can’t behave, mhmm?” He asks breathily as you whine for more friction, a smug lopsided smile with the breath punched out of it inching across his pretty mouth. He bucks his hips up, up, up, in search of the limit deep inside you, the head of his cock pushing against a part of you which is deep enough that it almost feels unpleasant. Almost.

“Santiago,” you plead, voice cracked open by want.

His head is thrown back on the pillow and, even in your state of undone desperation, you feel a dull sense of satisfaction that you’re getting to him, eroding his firm, unerring control. His teeth tug over his taut lips, his curls splaying out as his head writhes back into the pillow. His jaw tips up as he submits a harsh grunt into the air, all for you.

He wants to move too. Needs to.

“Santiago,” you purr, from deeper in your chest this time, more brazen, husky, all frayed edges, knowing how he so loves to hear his name spill so desperately from the lips he so recently plumped with his full, veined cock. From the mouth he’s just been buried in.

His hands claw into the meat of your hips and he struggles for purchase against your sweat-slicked body, which only causes his grip to tighten, divots carved into the forgiving swell of you by his fingertips.

His eyes dance over you, as a low keen cracks in his throat, and you know he wants more.

Only ever more, from you.

He pulls you down on him, still pinning you here and you can’t move, don’t have the will to, your body half boneless already. You can’t rise on your knees but you do cant your hips; ever so slightly, as much as you can, gliding them in a circle so that your walls massage the flushed, throbbing head of his cock where it’s buried all the way in you.

“Fuck. Jesus. Christ.”

His punched-out expletives and praise are like music to you, and so you do it again. The slow drag and tight hug of you making his breath billow in gusts past the circle of his plush lips.

You do it again, and his fingers are giving up, grip slack, his eyes rolling back in his head. Eyes fluttering closed now, until you have him on the brink of losing control…

And that’s it.

That’s when he snaps; because he moves to take it back.

He snaps his hips up brutally, with renewed vigour. Thrusting up into you until the force of it is knocking you forward on to your arms, palms planting either side of his head. Fucks into you, until you’re hinging at the hips, your chest pressed up against him. Skin sticky and salty and slick - with a dash of cool metal slipped between you; but it’s nowhere near as wet as the flood between your legs. The flood of wet as Santi pistons in and out of you, planting his feet to the mattress and folding his knees skyward to better push himself into you, giving you everything.

Your clit grinding roughly against him - against the soft swell of his tummy there and the coarse thatch of hair and fuck-

Oh God.

You’re going…

You need to…

Your head lolls forward, arms folding around his head, fingertips grazing the ribbons of his soft curls and the prickle of his undercut. Your ragged, discombobulated breath settling haphazardly against the column of his throat and his cock fucking into you until you’re practically limp on top of him. As though he is the only thing giving you shape.

You’re right on the edge.

Of yourself.

Of him.

Of everything.

So close to the edge where he’s kept you for so long because he loves to make you need him. Gets off on you needing him so badly, because he’s so afraid. Afraid one day you won’t- need him - and it makes you want to hold him tighter than he’s ever been held and your cunt clenches down on him as though chasing that sentiment on your behalf.

He stutters. Stutters broken syllables and he stutters his hips clumsily up into you as you take him to his own edge.

You hold him. Bury your moans in the apex of his shoulder, sucking on the sweet, salted skin there, marking him with meadows of purple bloom like the flushed head of him which drags against your sweet spot.

And then.

Then his voice is burying itself in the shell of your ear as deep as he’s buried in your heat. In your heart. “Give me what I need, Princesa.”

You will.

You will give him what he needs. Always.

You shove your tongue over his. Still hungry. Always needing more. Always more when it comes to him. You lick the exertion from his lips. The taste of your own arousal. You feel the wetness and the warmth and the graze of his stubble and this divine, building pressure within you.

You would give him anything; and, gladly, you will give him this.

Your pleasure spills over for him - and then, he is spilling into you. Spilling into you as you speak his name whisper soft against his cheek like it is a prayer on a delicate leaf of paper. Dance your fingers over him like he’s your rosary. Confess yourself to him in moans and breath until he’s shaking. His whole body trembling. Fucking himself up into you to fill you, until you’re so full that it’s spilling out around him. Crawling down your thighs, his balls. All slick and full and sated.

“Santiago,” you suspire weakly but full of feeling, in total disbelief as your body continues to convulse with aftershocks. Tasting him like the lingering flood of sweet, full fruit over your tongue.

“Fuck,” he growls, scraping you with his sandpaper jaw as his smooth, supple tongue urgently seeks out yours. “I love it when you say my name.”

He kisses your smile, and he softens inside of you.

So soft.

So afraid to lose control.

So desperate to be needed.

Santiago.

Well. You’ll be desperate for him anytime.

Will always need him.

You’ll even say his name like it’s a prayer, reciting it over and over, until it is indistinguishable from breathing. Until you need him just as badly.

You do.

You have.

He shifts you, gently, slowly - scooping you up and cradling you against his smooth, warm chest as he sighs out every scrap of tension. As he lets himself feel safe with you - and, for him, that is no small thing at all.

And, as he brings your hand up to his lips and he kisses every knuckle in turn, your quickened heartbeat even drums his name.

His name is a prayer, every damn time you say it.

A prayer that he never gets sick of hearing it sound out from your lips; for, after all, you know. Know how afraid he is of no longer being needed.

He is afraid enough of it that he could even run while you still do; need him.

Need him like he’s air.

You have.

You do.

You already do.

And so, maybe, even as he holds you like all of his prayers have been answered…

… it is you who is most afraid of all.

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Prostitute chay????

Send me an ask and I;ll tell you about one of my WIPs

Okay, this AU is an absolute trip. The TKs are just filthy rich, not mafia; Kinn has recently taken over his father's business ventures, Khun is an eccentric fashion designer, and Kim is still Wik.

The story starts with Khun throwing an ostentatious birthday party, and he's hired a number of escorts to entertain the guests. Kim hits it off with Chay, but ultimately knows that Chay doesn't actually want him, so nothing happens; Chay is intrigued. Especially when Kim pays him for his time anyway, even though all they did was talk.

Chay isn't a Wik fan in this. But after that night he goes home and looks Kim up, enjoys his music, and decides to pursue him. Kim likes his company and respects his work, but doesn't want to pay anyone to pretend to be interested in him. He doesn't need or want the attention. Chay is crazy for him playing hard to get.

Eventually they do get together, then Chay finds out kim has been a virgin the whole time! And he is very happy to make sure Kim is thoroughly deflowered.

Here is your 500 words! Smut under the cut <3

Chay pushed through the door then pushed Kim back against it, greeting him with a filthy kiss. It was still new, getting to kiss him like this. They’ve only been together for a handful of days, and while Chay spent most of that first night kissing every inch of Kim he could reach, it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Especially when Kim met him with a needy gasp every time, throwing himself into it, inexperienced but so eager to learn the things that would get him those same noises from Chay.  “Want to suck me off?” Chay asked, pulling away just enough to get the words out, speaking them into Kim’s soft lips. He smiled at the confused sound Kim made.  “Right—right now?”  “Yeah.” Chay nuzzled his way to Kim’s jaw and kissed the sharp line of it, then continued to Kim’s ear. Thumbing at his bottom lip, Chay said, “I want to fuck your mouth, P’Kim. Can I? Like we talked about?”  Kim pushed at Chay’s chest, a silent request for space. Chay watched him lean back into the door and slide down until his knees hit the ground. He was beautiful there, kneeling at Chay’s feet, looking up at him through his long, long lashes. Chay cupped his cheek and told him as much.  “So pretty for me, P’Kim. Am I the first one that gets to see you like this, too?”  Kim didn’t answer, and he didn’t blush. He wasn’t ashamed of his lack of experience. He did look away, though, biting his lip, and Chay grinned at him. It was okay; he had enough experience for both of them.  “I’ll teach you how to do it,” Chay promised. He gestured for Kim to offer up his hands, then led them to the front of his jeans. “You can go slow, P’Kim. Take your time.”  Kim did not go slow. He took a deep breath, looked up at Chay like he was searching for something—reassurance, encouragement—then opened Chay’s pants and pulled them halfway down his thighs with a quick, decisive jerk. Chay was already half hard just from watching.   Kim hesitated there, though, so Chay prompted, “You know how to touch me, P’Kim. Same as you touch yourself.”  It wasn’t exactly the same, of course. The angle was all wrong, and it was hard to tell if you were squeezing too tight or not tight enough when the pleasure—or lack there of—wasn’t zinging straight up to your brain. It took Chay a long time to learn how to give a good handjob, especially when every client was different. At least Kim only had to worry about Chay; he could learn what Chay liked, build on the knowledge every time, until he was perfect.  Kim wrapped his hand around Chay’s cock. Lightly at first, getting a feel for it, the differences between them. Then he firmed up his grip and dragged his hand up, pumping Chay from root to tip. Then again, gaining confidence when Chay canted his hips forward just a bit. It only took a handful of strokes before Chay swelled to full hardness, straining in Kim’s hand.

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Tav’s sex parade – Chapter 6: Reaching for the star (Astarion x Gale x Tav)

(Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, smut, threesome, anilingus, fellatio, anal sex, consensual blood drinking, gentle sex, PTSD responses, past non-con/rape)

Note: Astarion's PTSD gets triggered by a word that reminds him of the past which's described in another fic.

Astarion strutted into the living room with a smirk on his face. Gale had his back towards him, browsing through his many, many books on the shelves. The vampire spawn canted his hip to one side and held his head high haughtily, grinning with his fangs on full display.

"Hello, darling. You smell delicious tonight. How about you invite me for a bite?"

The wizard turned around, chuckling.

"At least, you asked first this time. Not like back then, on our way to Baldur's Gate, when you bit me in my sleep."

"That was vile," Astarion replied, wrinkling his nose. "You tasted like bile."

"That's what happens when you bite someone without consent who has a Netherese Orb stuck in their chest."

The vampire spawn pursed his lips and the wizard smirked at him.

"Gale?"

"How can I be of service, little star?"

Astarion's stomach dropped, he felt sick all of a sudden, and his head was spinning. In his mind, he saw her. Dead. Drained by Cazador.

Not this term of endearment, please, not this term of endearment.

"Astarion! Hey! Look at me! What did I do wrong?"

Someone touched him, tried to hold him. A man. The vampire spawn gasped in terror and scrambled away, babbling pleas of mercy.

"Astarion! It's me, Gale. Hey..."

The addressed blinked and found himself in a cowering heap on the floor with tears streaming down his face. And the man in front of him was no stranger. It was Gale. The wizard of Waterdeep. Astarion sobbed and fell into his arms and Gale shouted for Tav. The bard came running like she had a hoard of bloodhounds on her rear.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. We just talked, teased, and all of a sudden, he was a mess. He was panicking, fleeing from me, and pleading me not t– What's wrong with him?"

"I can't say. Something must have triggered him. What did you say?"

"I uhm... I don't remember exactly. I asked him if I could be of service and – oh..."

"What?"

"Little star."

Astarion sobbed.

"You called him that?"

"Yes. It's the meaning of his name after all, so, I thought – Well, it seems like it was a terrible idea."

"He killed her," Astarion muttered. "Cazador killed her."

Gale was confused. He didn't know what that meant, but Tav did. Sudden realisation dawned on her.

"Ooh... oh, no. Shit. That was bad luck, Gale."

"Huh?"

"Before he was turned, Astarion had a... a better half. Cazador killed her in front of his eyes as punishment. She has probably called him that."

The vampire spawn sniffed and pressed his face into Gale's neck.

"That's... gods... I'm so sorry, Astarion. Please, forgive me."

"For what?" mumbled the addressed. "You didn't know. Didn't know it would set me off. Hells, I didn't know it would. – This is so stupid."

"The mind's a fragile thing," Tav mused. "And when it's hurt, it's hurt. Slipping your control. The mind works in mysterious ways sometimes."

Gale hummed affirmatively while rubbing Astarion's shoulder blades in tiny circles. The vampire spawn took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of the wizard and his lavender-scented clothes. It was calming.

"How can we help you?" Gale asked.

"Hold me tight and love me," Astarion mumbled. "Take me apart and put me back together."

With Gale's and Tav's help, he made it to the bedroom.

"Are you certain you want to be intimate tonight?" the wizard probed, concerned. "I don't think it’ll help calm your emotional turmoil."

"I want it," the vampire spawn nodded. "Please, I need to be touched, to feel loved."

"Anything for you, love," Tav replied und kissed him.

Astarion moaned like a starving man. He'd climb inside her if he could, fuse with her into one. The human bard helped him strip and then, she doffed her own shirt and trousers. In her underpants, Tav sat up against the headboard, pulled Astarion against her chest, and wrapped her arms around him.

"Alright?" she asked, kissing his neck.

"Mmh, yes," the vampire spawn sighed.

Gale crawled closer and situated himself between Astarion's long, skinny legs. He was still fully dressed and it didn't seem like he desired to take his clothes off.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked and the vampire spawn nodded.

The wizard kissed him gently and Astarion sighed again. Of all the hundreds of men he'd kissed in his long life, Gale was the one with the softest lips.

"Can I touch you?"

"Please," Astarion whispered. "Please do. Anywhere."

Gale laid down and left a trail of kisses from Astarion's navel to his pubic mound. Like all elves, he was hairless everywhere except on his head.

"Uhm... I haven't done this with a man since I was a teenager. Apologies if it'll feel bad."

All of Astarion's alarm bells went off in his head and he had to clarify: "You've done this to a man when you were a kid?"

"No, we were almost the same age. I guess I phrased it unfortunately."

The vampire spawn took a breath and dropped the tension in his body. Gale seemed to wrestle with himself for a minute, lost in thoughts and definitely overthinking everything. Then, he licked the tip of Astarion's member. The latter gasped and Gale immediately looked up at him in concern.

"It's the heat," Tav explained helpfully. "We run much hotter than vampires."

"Aah, I see... fascinating. One day, we must explore the differences. Surely, there's a scientific explanation for –" The wizard stopped his rambling and cleared his throat. "Apologies. How rude of me to talk instead of giving you pleasure."

He bent down to run his tongue along Astarion's length, coating it in spit all over. The vampire spawn gasped and moaned, trying his damn best to keep his hips still. One of his hands grasped Tav's knee while the other sunk into Gale's long hair. The latter tensed.

"I won't push you down," Astarion promised. "I just need to feel you."

"Alright," said the wizard and wrapped a hand around him, his sweaty palm betraying the nervousness his face could conceal, and started to stroke. Astarion moaned, leaning his head onto Tav's broad shoulder. It felt good, so good. The bard kissed his neck and held him in her arms, caressing his ribcage with her thumbs, while Gale kept licking him. The latter was a quick learner and picked up on the vampire spawn's likings. That he shuddered and moaned every time Gale's fingers pulled down the foreskin, for example. The high-pitched sound he made when the wizard licked over the exposed glans.

"You're tongue truly is practiced," Astarion panted. "I'm glad you - mmh... you're demonstrating your - ah! - talent."

Gale hummed agreeingly, the vibration of it zapping through the vampire spawn like lightning.

"Oh! Gods!" Astarion's hips jerked. "I'm going to -"

He shouted when Gale licked over the glans again and climaxed. The wizard spat out the semen that got into his mouth.

"Ugh! Disgusting!" Then, he looked up sheepishly. "Apologies."

"No, no, I get it," appeased Astarion. "No hard feelings. Come here."

He outstretched his arms towards Gale and, when the latter leaned in, kissed him passionately.

"Mmh, thank you. That was amazing," he sighed blissfully.

Gale smiled at him, a bit nervously.

"Really?"

"Yes, darling."

The wizard flopped sideways over Astarion's and Tav's legs onto the bed with a stupid grin on his face. Absentmindedly, he stroked the vampire spawn's thigh, and Tav started to hum one of her new songs. The trio dwelled in the silence for a while and let Astarion recover from his orgasm. Then, the latter lolled his head around to look at Gale.

"I want to suck you off."

"You don't need to repay me," the wizard muttered, blushing.

"I know, but I want to do it," the vampire spawn replied.

"Uhm, alright..."

Bashfully, Gale started to strip. There was no reason for him to hide his body, but Astarion understood that certain insecurities and fears ran much deeper than the eyes could see.

The wizard hesitated before he reached for the waistband of his underpants and dropped them to the floor. He fidgeted, visibly embarrassed. Astarion had mercy on him.

"Come here, darling. Let me make you feel good."

Gale complied and sat down on the bed. Tav loosened her arms around the vampire spawn, but didn't move from her spot.

"Gale? How about I hold you too?" she suggested and the addressed looked at her surprised.

"That would be... nice, but I'm much heavier than Astarion."

"And? I won't break, if that's your concern. Have you seen me?"

At that, Gale smiled.

"I've most positively seen you, my dear, and you're rivalling goddesses. And trust me when I say; I know what I'm talking about."

The wizard winked at her smugly, and Tav laughed amused. Then, she beckoned him closer and Gale leaned against her chest carefully. His torso was longer than hers, thus, he basically dwarfed her.

"I don't think this works," he said.

"Oh, it will," grinned Astarion and, with one fierce yank of the legs, pulled Gale downwards. The latter squeaked in surprise as he slid halfway down Tav's front and ended up with his legs on Astarion's shoulders. The vampire spawn grinned devilishly.

"Look at you, darling. Bent in half like a pretzel. I didn't know you were quite so flexible."

Gale turned crimson and, since he had nowhere to run, tried to hide his face behind his hands. Astarion laughed gleefully and kissed him breathless.

"Let me give you pleasure," he whispered against Gale's lips. "I want to hear you scream my name."

"I don't scream."

"But I can surely try to get you to do so," Astarion purred before nosing his way towards Gale's manhood. He licked his member, then his balls, and the wizard's breath hitched. Astarion wasted no more time and swallowed him down. A nice mouthful, as he noted rather pleased. Gale gasped at the coolth of Astarion's mouth, and started to pant and squirm. With a smirk, Tav kissed his neck and ran her hands down his arms. The wizard trembled. Astarion stayed in the presence, focusing on his task, instead of hiding away in his head. While he worked Gale's length with his mouth and right hand, he rolled his partner's balls with the other. Slowly, he traced a finger down the wizard's perineum to his hole.

"No," Gale panted. "Not there."

Astarion hummed and pulled his hand away immediately. He respected other people's boundaries. His own had been violated often enough to know how daunting it was.

Instead, the vampire spawn place the hand on the outside of Gale's thigh while continuing to pleasure him with his mouth. The wizard moaned lowly and placed his hand on top of Astarion's while he clutched Tav's biceps with the other.

"Astarion," he warned, but the addressed simply hummed and kept going. Gale's breath hitched and his body tensed as he came. The vampire spawn swallowed the load and concluded that he like the taste of Gale much better than Halsin's. It was less pungent, less... animalistic, but almost slightly sweet instead. He swallowed again, lifted his head up, and licked his lips with a moan.

"Oh, Gods," groaned Gale as he looked at him, dazed and still drunk on his orgasm. "You're so –"

He grabbed Astarion's shoulder to pull him into a sloppy kiss. He was still panting and his legs were still shaking a little. The vampire spawn licked into Gale's mouth with a moan. He felt blissful.

"Good?" he asked.

"The understatement of the century," Gale panted, eyes at half-mast. "Thank you, I had a most excellent time."

"Don't talk like it was a business transaction," snickered Astarion and bumped their noses together.

"Apologies. It's been a while."

Tav frowned, but didn't say anything. It made the vampire spawn giggle.

"Seems like our darling bard doesn't suck dick enough."

"He didn't let me!" she defended herself. "I gladly would have!"

"It's true," Gale came to her rescue. "I thought it would be - hm - weird, but it was rather nice."

"'Rather nice'?" Astarion gasped in mock offence. "How dare you! I have more than two hundred years of experience. Don't talk about a professional like that!"

"Apologies," chuckled Gale, blushing a bit.

"Now, now," said the vampire spawn while petting the wizard's knee. "You can redeem yourself later."

"I don't know about you, but I'm spent."

"Nothing a little magic can't fix, I wager," Astarion said and kissed him again, before he bent upwards to kiss Tav as well. She looked at him, stroking his jaw.

"What else do you want tonight, Astarion?"

"Make me feel loved," he answered and Tav knew exactly what he meant.

After detangling herself from Gale and giving him a peck, the bard crawled over to Astarion and started kissing him everywhere. That's what he loved most; being kissed, licked, and caressed from head to toe. Gale watched in fascination as Tav made the vampire spawn lose himself in ecstasy. After going up and down the front of his body, Astarion turned around and let her repeat the treatment there. Tav spent some extra time with his scars, being especially gentle, and humming a soothing melody. Astarion felt warm all over, happy and peaceful. He moaned shamelessly to let the love of his life know how much she pleased him.

Gale almost forgot to breathe while he watched as the vampire spawn lifted his buttocks and Tav licked him there too without hesitation. Astarion mewled, pleading for her to go deeper, for fingers, and for even more. It made the wizard dizzy and he felt his manhood stir.

"I want – I want to put my mouth on you again," the vampire spawn panted and Gale nodded eagerly.

Tav sat up and caressed Astarion's thighs before he crawled towards the wizard who leaned back and spread his legs willingly. The vampire spawn started to lick him again, giving Gale a similar treatment he'd given Astarion. Tav continued to eat the vampire spawn out and hit his prostate with her fingers. Astarion moaned and stopped what he was doing. Instead, he leaned his head against Gale's hipbone and panted right against his erection. The wizard hissed at the coolth of Astarion's breath, but it felt nice nonetheless. The vampire spawn came with a long, loud guttural moan, spilling all over the bedsheets and his abdomen. Tav retreated, panting, and looked smug. The vampire spawn turned in Gale's lap to look at him, eyes glazed over and at half half-mast.

"Darling... Gale, I want you inside me. Please."

The wizard shivered under the intense gaze.

"I... I don't know if I'm any good," he admitted.

Astarion barked an amused laugh.

"No matter how bad you are, I had much, much worse. Trust me."

"How do you know?" asked Gale, insecure.

"Because there's nothing that feels worse than rape."

The words hit the wizard like a bucket of ice.

"No... No, he didn't –"

"He did. But that's in the past. Now, please, take me."

Gale couldn't resist these sweet words and leaned down to kiss the other man and muttered: "How do you want me?"

"On your back."

The wizard went willingly, laying down on the mattress, and gave Astarion control over the situation. Wordlessly, Tav handed the vampire spawn the vial of oil and sat back to watch. Astarion covered Gale's erection with the lubricant quickly, before straddling and sinking down on him. He threw his head back with a moan while the wizard gritted his teeth to bite back a loud groan. Astarion felt cool and tight around him – he should have expected it – but it still felt amazing. The vampire spawn looked down at him, placed his hands on Gale's chest and started to move. The wizard's hands shot up to hold onto Astarion's slim waist.

"Gods..." he groaned, trying his best to keep his eyes open.

"You - feel - so - good. Mmh!" Astarion circled his hips and grounded them into Gale's lap. "I want to taste you, now that the orb's gone. Please."

Gale had no idea what came over him, but he suddenly wanted to be bitten.

"Yes, do it," he panted and tilted his head to the side.

Astarion moaned and leaned closer, changing the angle in the process. He licked the wizard's neck, took a deep breath, and when he buried his teeth in him, Gale came with a shout.

"Ooh..." the wizard moaned as his eyes rolled back in his head. He'd never experienced anything like this before. Astarion groaned as he drank Gale's blood and stroke his clean-shaven jaw. The latter trembled with the force of his orgasm. Astarion drew back and sat up, panting and with bloodied teeth, a slight tint coloured his pale cheeks. He looked wild and powerful as he pleaded: "More! I want more. Fill me up, please!"

The vampire spawn knew his request was stupid and unrealistic, but the words were out before he could keep them in.

Gale mumbled some ancient words and Astarion, in disbelief, felt him grow hard again inside him. The vampire spawn shuddered in pleasure.

"Oh... yes.... yes! Gale, please!"

The wizard gritted his teeth and rolled his hips up, bouncing Astarion in his lap. The latter moaned blissfully, he could feel saliva drip down his chin, but he couldn't stop himself from drooling. He'd quit babbling pleas, panting open-mouthed instead. He was so close to another orgasm. And then, Gale threw his head back with a low moan, and came again. Astarion felt the gush of hot seeds flooding his cool body a second time and he mewled. The wizard kept coming – and coming. The vampire spawn sobbed and shook with the intensity of the feeling as he climaxed. He collapsed onto Gale's chest, not able to stop moaning. For a while, the men just lay there and tried to catch their breath.

"What - what did you do?" Astarion groaned.

Blushing, Gale slung an arm over his face to hide as he explained, still panting: "It's a mating ritual spell, meant to - to heightened the chances for a pregnancy."

Astarion, thanks to the ingested blood, turned crimson.

When his mind felt less like scrambled eggs, he muttered: "Tav? Darling?"

"Hm?" came the answer from the foot of the bed.

"Do you need something? We didn't pay you any attention."

Tav smiled at Astarion's worries, replying: "No, I'm fine. Tonight was about you, and seeing you and Gale lost in pleasure's enough for me. You're beautiful together."

Slightly bashful, Astarion turned his face and hid it in Gale's chest. The latter sighed and wrapped his arms around him.

"This was lovely, but now, I'm sated for the next couple of weeks."

Astarion snickered and Tav grinned at the wizard's words. The bard flopped down next to them, fully content, and let her gaze wander over her two entangle, blissed-out lovers. She stretched her stiff limbs with a smile and dwelled with Astarion and Gale for the rest of the night.

[poppy-metal]

being a bit bratty/snappy to eddie and him immediately reading it as you wanting to be punished but when he gets you alone you just start crying and apologizing because youve been overwhelmed/sensory overloaded all day and its just too much for you :( his face falling from his stern expression as he just holds you, letting you cry it out

“i’ve got you baby, i’m right here”

“i’m sorry-i wanna be good, i just couldn’t-“

“hey,” he pulls away slightly, tilting your chin up to look at him, “you are, okay? just had a bad day. m’ right here. not goin anywhere.”

(depending on how you want to be comforted, he either eats you out till you’re crying good tears before fucking you slow and soft and deep, peppering kisses over your skin between praise, or holds you to his chest under the coziest blanket in the trailer, telling you funny stories until he can get you laughing again, smiling brightly when you do, kissing your cheek exaggeratedly with a “there’s my girl”. or both. depending on the night)

clem :(((

he makes you call yourself his good girl, when he has you pinned open on his cock, squirming on his bed with your hands interlocked with his. cunt wet and open from where he'd made love to it with his mouth for what felt like ages until you'd been so lax and dazed he'd just slid inside the wet clasp of your body with one glide. nudges his nose with yours as his hips gently rock and press into you, "you know what you are, baby?" breathed against your lips.

n you shake your head. because you dont know. you dont know anything beyond how good it feels to be full of him. how integral it feels that his weight be on top of you, pressing you down, pressing in, filling in and in. he answers for you, anyway. brushing his lips against yours softly, "you're so good."

the way heat immediately stings your eyes is embarrassing. tears flooding. because you hadn't been good. not today. and when you shake your head, eddie just knocks his hips closer into yours until you're spread apart even wider on his cock. forced to wrap your legs around him to take the length of him filling your tight hole. he squeezes your hands in his.

"you are." he affirms, grunting softly with pleasure when you clench around him. his balls rest heavily against the plush of your ass, you can feel their velvet texture everytime he pushes in and out. "my sweet, perfect girl, with her sweet perfect cunt. taking me so well. keeping me warm and hugging my cock just right. so good to me."

you want to argue, but you cant. can only whine and seek his mouth desperately with your own. let him coax you into that blissful headspace where you don't have to think as long as you're under him.

maybe you really are good, if that's what he thinks.

[butdjgn]

“Slut me out” (Grayson Dolan smut)

I hate parties. I absolutely despise parties. It’s always the same shit I mean drinking, getting high, fucking randoms, loud music. It’s always a house full of strangers that’s either tryna forget about everything bad that’s happening in their life or get slutted out, there is no in between. Me on the other hand? Oh I definitely attended this party. I know I know, “y/n how can you talk shit about parties but you’re going to one.” Okay hear me out. It was THE DOLAN TWINS party. I’ve known them since 2015 and they’ve changed so much over the years let me just say. Ethan got a girlfriend and became more mature. Grayson became even more hotter and started working on his hobbies… like how can I not..

I’ve been friends with them for so long it’s crazy I never told Grayson how I see him you know? Maybe I’ll spill it out when I’m drunk or something I don’t know. I put on my best dress and heels. I did my hair and make up all in 3 hours. Pretty fast if you ask me.. it’s around 9 at night and I get there and it’s already loud with a bunch of people screaming. I rub my head knowing what im getting myself into. “Only for Grayson” I whispered to myself nervous walking into their house. As soon as I walk in I seen them dancing in the living room with randoms. I stare at Grayson jealous that he’s dancing with another girl… it makes me so angry.. I hurry go into the kitchen get myself drunk and some random group was hyping me up for that I don’t remember the details..

“Hey put that down” I heard a voice say. I turn behind me to see who was talking to me in such way. I turn over and it’s Grayson with his arms crossed with a serious face on. “YoU dOnt TelL mE wHaT To dO” I said to him boldly. He groans. He grabs my wrist a little tight. While him guiding me some guy bumped into Grayson. “CANT YOU FUCKING SEE ME?” he said angry at them. “Ugh he’s so mad at me, what did I do” I said sadly but also kinda turned on.. we get to his room and he slams and locks the door behind him. Now it’s just me and him.. “y/n you know I don’t like seeing you drinking” he said with his hands on his hips. “This is a party, so what” I said. “I still don’t like seeing you like that” he said rising his voice at me. I stare at him like he just said gibberish “ and I don’t like seeing other girls dance on you but you don’t see me making a scene do you?” I said looking in his eyes. Looking up at him and him looking down at me it was clear who won the argument. The room went quiet. Us just starring at each other.

With my eyes almost tearing up I scoff and head to the door to get away from him. He grabs me by my waist this time pulling me into a kiss. His extremely soft lips and us breathing in each other mouth made my stomach sank. It was slow but yet so powerful.. why is he so good at this.. he pulls away looking at me “did that make you feel better?” He said with a cute smirk. I look at him in his eyes once again. “I want more” I said almost pouting. He smiles at me confused and pulls in for another kiss his big hands cupping my head. Making me feel so safe. I grab his forearm letting him know I’m enjoying this. He walks forward which makes me walk backwards still kissing each other. Until I fall into his bed. Him following along kissing me so powerfully. I couldn’t hold it in anymore “fuck..” I moaned. He pets my head following to my cheek. His body is between my legs right now… “Grayson.. Please” I said desperately. He giggles. “You’re so adorable y/n” he says with his deep voice. he takes off his hoodie revealing his nice toned abs. I bite my lip acknowledging what I’m about to do with him. He sits me up with my head on his chest. He unravels my dress under my neck. My dress then falls and flashes my bra. He lifts my face up with his curled index finger making me look up at him. He grins and kisses me one more time before he plays with my bra, he then takes off my bra amazed at the view. He lays me back down and starts playing with them and licking them. My hard nipples..him swirling his tongue around them. His movements.. i moan uncontrollably. I grab his long hair tightly letting him know I feel amazed. He sits up, I then immediately noticed his boner poking through his pants. I play with it and lay on my stomach. I pull down his pants not fully but just enough to admire his vainly waist and v line. “God fucking damn… I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long” I said. he grins and pets my head. “Me too y/n” he said softly. I look up at him desperately and take his pants and boxers completely off. his dick flips on my face. I giggle then I lick the side to start and his head already rolls back.

I then put the whole thing in my mouth. Him shocked on how good it feels. His face I was most focused on. He narrowed his eyebrows down then immediately smiled with his eyes closed. He then leans his head back with his hand on top of my head. “That feels soo good” he said taking it. He looks back down at me and moves my hair out of my face and I continue. I focus on the tip cause that’s his most sensitive spot. He gasp for air. “Ahh” he moaned so shocked. He guides my head almost face fucking me. He puts my hair in a ponytail and leans his waist in my face. All I could see was his abs thrusting in and out of my mouth. He leans his head back narrowing his eyebrows down biting his lip. “Ughh” he moans. He then makes me take it all in and holds it for a couple seconds. I gasp for air. He smiles playfully. He lays me down again on my back. He takes the rest of my dress off following my panties. He lifts my legs up to my shoulders. He hits his dick on my wet clit. “You like that y/n?” He said jokingly. I pout letting him know I want him in me already. He suddenly puts it in me I gasp for air once again with my eyes rolled back. His size caught me so off guard. He moans in relief. “Your so warm and tight… mmm” He starts fucking me slow yet powerful just like his kisses. I feel every single thing of him. Every movement, every throb, every drop of precum going into me. Everything. I look up at him. “You’re so beautiful” I said to him in my head. His eyes shifting to my face and my pussy. His mouth slightly open with his hair covering parts of his face.

He starts going even faster. his thumb starts rubbing my clit. We both moan, that’s all we could hear, our voices combining. He turns me over making my face down and ass up. He starts playing with my ass cheeks and slaps them before he caught me off guard again. He hits my g spot so perfectly. So good I want to cry. I could cum right now if I wanted to. He starts thrusting very hard yet so good. I sit up to where my hands and knees are on the bed. He then reached over putting his fingers in my mouth. Thrusting harder and deeper. Omg I can’t he’s too good. He was so deep in me.. Our moans filling the room. “Ahh I feel it coming y/n” he lets go of me and pushes my back down like it was before, he thrusts even harder and soon pulls it out. with one hand on my ass and the other hand making himself cum all over my back. He moans Squeezing my ass cheek. After a few seconds of cuming He looks down at me looking at the damage he’s done to me. He takes a deep breath, then giggles. Fixing his hair. He kisses my shoulder. breathing heavy. Sweat dripping from his forehead. He puts on his pants and grabs something to wipe his cum off my back. After he cleans it he makes sure I am dressed again and then flops on his bed. Looking at the ceiling. We ended up talking for the rest of the party and sleeping together in the same bed.

Hi!!! I really hope you liked this story and hope it wasn’t too long :( if it was make sure to contact me so I could fix that for you guys. Thank you againnn <3

[just-here-for-the-moment]

CONGRATULATIONS ON 300 LOVE💚💚💚 You deserve it and more because you are TALENTED and SO SWEET and everything you do is just 👨‍🍳🤌

I took the chance to spin your wheel… and first spin I got was Mando with a lactation kink… I KNOW this man loves kids and wants a big family so I can’t wait to see what you come up with!!!! All the love!

Woooo!!! This broke me. I was really going for XTRA FILTHY SMUT but that did not happen. This one surprised me when I wrote it by sneaking up all soft and sweet, and then ending that way too. That's okay, though, I like a good soft smut.

Hope you enjoy!!! :D

Word Count: 2030+

Rating: Explicit/mature, 18+ only

Outline: Din Djarin x “You”/Din’s wife (cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: starts soft, ends soft; Din has a filthy mouth; praise kink (use of “good girl”); lactation kink; unprotected P/V sex in the context of marriage; sprinkling of breeding kink

Evenings and nights were always your favorite with your husband. It was the best time of the day, everyone settled down and quiet, the ship docked for the night wherever you were visiting or set to autopilot to the next destination. You knew your husband’s moods, the slight slump of his shoulders telling you that he was getting drowsy, ready to head below decks and rest, curled up in your arms.

You nursed your son, putting him down before heading up to the cockpit to knit for a bit and watch the stars race by. After an hour of that, you saw the telltale signs and knew that Din was done for the day, even if he didn’t know it himself. He pushed himself too hard, always believing that there was more of him to go around than there was.

Now that the baby was here, growing healthy and strong, Din had resumed his habit of staying up too late, tweaking just one more thing in the cockpit or looking over the available jobs just one more time. He had spent too many nights slumped sleeping in that pilot’s chair, and you had finally started being gently pushy, in the hopes of getting the man to just stop and rest.

You waited until you saw the helmet keel an inch too far to the right, knowing how heavy it felt on his head, his old habit of wearing full armor at all times in the cockpit in case things went sideways and he had to spring into action. You didn’t push him to relax or remove it, you knew how much he needed that feeling of being in control. But you could be sweet and soft, remind him how much you needed him at the end of the day, how good it would feel to finally remove the Beskar and curl up against you, skin to skin for the night.

“Din,” you made your voice soft. “It’s bedtime.”

His helmet tilted back to center and you heard him clear his throat. “Just one more thing, mesh’la.”

You smiled to yourself and finished off your row of stitches, giving him a few more minutes, tweaking knobs and fiddling with buttons. You got up and stretched, then came around to his side, placing one hand on the back of his neck with a gentle squeeze.

“Let’s go. You need your rest, or you’ll be no good to anyone tomorrow.”

Din lifted one hand to grip your waist affectionately. You could visualize the fight happening on his face, the urge to take care of just one more item battling against the pull of your soft curves in the dark. You leaned in, letting his helmet come to rest against your side.

“Let me take you to bed, you big, strong man.” Your voice was soft, your nails softer as you slipped them just under the cowl and dragged them across the back of his neck.

Din sighed and then set the ship to autopilot before he removed his helmet. His eyes were rimmed with hints of red, the circles underneath deeper than they had been yesterday. Your heart squeezed, and you immediately took the helmet to set it gently on the floor. You kneeled in front of his chair and didn’t say a word as you started to help him remove his gloves, then all of the parts of his armor that you could reach. For his part, Din let you worry your fingers over him. Then he stood up and took off his back plates and cape, piling everything neatly on the ground.

“Sit.” You left no room for argument, and Din complied. You muttered gently to yourself as you reached down to help him remove his boots, “Kriffing crazy man, pushing yourself so hard…”

Din let you undress him, let you massage your fingers up his calves and across his quads, and that told you more than anything how tired he really was. Normally he would at least protest, say that he didn’t need the help, but this quiet acquiescence was worrisome. Still, though, you knew how to relax him, get him to stop. You weren’t above using your feminine wiles to bend him to your will, all in the service of getting him to rest.

When he was finally down to his flight suit, you opened the front of it and peeled it down and off his shoulders, and then straddled his lap in the pilot’s chair. You started by skating your nails over his shoulders. Din closed his eyes as a shiver ran through his body. He nearly moaned, a soft “Ohhh…” floating out into the quiet of the cockpit.

You gently pushed his forehead so that he could lean his head back on the headrest, and increased the pressure of your fingers as you rubbed circles into the knots of his biceps and trapezius muscles. Din let his hands rest on your thighs as you worked him over, and by the end of it, he was putty in your hands. You finished by laying a soft kiss to his velvet lips, and you were surprised when he kissed back and wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tight.

“Sweet man, I thought you were tired?” You smiled as he brought his eyes to rest on your face.

“No, mesh’la. I think I just got a second wind.” Din raised an eyebrow at you, and you giggled as you felt him twitch hard underneath your crotch.

“No, you need to rest, my husband. You’re awfully tired.”

Din groaned as he buried his face against your sternum, grinding up against your through your clothing. You threaded your fingers through his curls and scraped your nails from his ears down to his neck, pulling a moan from deep in his throat.

“But I need to have you, just like this.” Din brought his hands up to untie the laces of your wrap dress, sliding his thick fingers under the fabric as it fell open. “Please? Can I taste your milk? You know I love to taste you, mesh’la.” He placed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the swell of your breasts. You felt a thrill run through your body, finding it harder and harder to be stern with him.

“No, Din, you really need-” You gasped as he cupped your breast with one big hand and brought his mouth to the nipple. “You need…” But for the life of you, you couldn’t remember the next part of your orders. You let your dress slide down your arms and off your shoulders, pooling on the floor of the cockpit. Your panties were damp, and Din’s strong arm wrapped around you, holding you firmly in place.

“I know what I need, my sweet wife. I need you.” Din dove back to your breast with his hungry mouth, swirling the nipple with his tongue as his erection grew and pressed harder against your clothed cunt. You felt your milk prickling behind your areolas, knowing that if Din applied any suction, you would start leaking from both breasts, and then you would entirely lose control of this mission to get him to bed.

“No, Din, bed-” but he cut you off with a growl, something primal and low that rumbled from deep in his chest and took your breath away as he gripped you closer, teeth scraping against your budded nipple.

Din began to suckle, and you threw your head back with a gasp, clinging tightly to his shoulders as the muscles flexed under your touch. He was quiet but greedy, sucking at one side before moving to the other. The feel of your milk letting down made you moan, and giving in was just too easy, too sweet to resist. You let your husband take what he wanted, what he needed from you. There would be plenty for the baby still.

“You taste like the stars, sweet girl.” Din’s voice was a hoarse whisper in between his lapping, and his praises made you wetter. “You taste like honey and sunshine like this.”

“Diiinn…” Your head was fuzzy, wiped clean of everything except desire. “Din, please…”

You weren’t even sure what you were asking for, but Din took charge, lifting you half out of his lap so that he could free his cock, before hooking one thick finger and pulling your panties to the side. He swept the head of his penis back and forth against your slick folds and then thrust up inside, settling you back on his lap with his arm wrapped tight around your lower back.

“My wife, my girl,” he growled into your mouth as he worked you against him. You braced your feet as best you could, but Din was determined to do things his way. You let him pull and release you with that iron grip, canting your hips back and forth as he rocked you on his length. He ducked his head back down and lapped at you again and again.

All you could manage was a breathy, “Ohhh,” as he kept thrusting up into you at a steady pace. You grasped at his shoulders, his hair, anywhere you could find a purchase to steady yourself.

“My wife has the sweetest tits in the whole galaxy. Such a good girl, letting me fuck her like this.” Din’s eyes sparkled as he looked up at you. “Want me to fuck another warrior into you, mesh’la? Another baby?”

“Yes, oh!” You felt your climax start to unfurl, every nerve tingling as his cock rubbed against your clit from this angle.

Din suckled you again and again, pausing only to growl praises and promises up into your mouth.

“You’d like that? You want me to fill you up again? I’ll keep you pregnant all the time, full of milk for me and our babies.” His arm wrapped tighter around your waist as he fucked up inside of you harder. “Keep your tits full? Keep you dripping sweet milk, all for me?”

You nodded and kissed him. “Yes, please- yes, yes. Fill me up, Din. I want you to.”

“Come for me first, sweet girl.” Din cupped his free hand under your knee and lifted your leg high and open. “Touch yourself. I want my wife to come around my cock.”

Your hand flew down inside your panties to touch your clit, rubbing and pressing it in circles, trying desperately to follow his wishes. Finally you felt the finish coming. You gasped out to him as you came and Din kept his eyes pinned on your face as you cried out. Your cunt squeezed and milked his cock as he began to spurt his own release deep inside. Din let go of your leg, and both arms wrapped your waist in a vise grip as he ground himself into you and climaxed.

When you were both spent, Din brought both hands to cup your breasts, licking the last of your milk from the swollen nipples.

Din’s “Hmmmm…” reverberated through his lips, the deepest and most satisfied sound you could imagine. You felt him hot inside of you, and you were reluctant to lift yourself off his lap. He softened inside of you bit by bit as he licked your nipples, squeezing both breasts until he was satisfied that he had gotten every last drop.

You draped your arms around the back of Din’s neck and let his cheek rest against your breast, curling your fingers gently in the back of his hair and feeling him finally soften fully.

“Will you sleep well, my husband?” You gently teased him, a soft smile on your lips as you looked down at him and stroked his face.

Din looked up at you from under his lashes, and your heart ached at how peaceful his big brown eyes were, how comforted he looked there in your arms. You wanted him to look like that forever. You wished you could somehow wipe all worry and strain from his life. But maybe this was the best you could do for your husband, just comfort him and give him solace when he needed it most.

Din closed his eyes and breathed deeply, and you let him rest there a while longer.

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[muffindaddystyles]

Someone hurts Y/N at work; and Harry’s owner of the company.

Angry young man CEO!H very protective of his lovie :)))))))))))))

It was Tuesday. Tiring Tuesday is what Y/N calls them to be because they lurk in the middle of week and drags you after a Monday. Today, it’s the worst fucking Tuesday since the day she started working at this company.

Harry offered her. More to say tried to convince her with his sweet puppy tactics, tried to lure her in with his seductive begging and would mumble the same thing in her sweaty neck while balls deep in her, “Please sweet toots ... promise I wouldn’t be there to take ye' interview, please work in my company.” He squished her sides in desperation. Y/N whined, mind too occupied in the way he’s leaking into her, the head of his cock angled to rub at her spongy wall making her hug herself into him.

“I could be a very hard boss in my office, ‘s all ‘m saying.” He wiggled his brows at her playfully, hissing when his double joke earned him a tight fit around his prick and he was soon forgetting all of it when she canted her hips to let him slick deeper inside her.

It’s not that; Y/N doesn’t wants to work at his company. When her boyfriend asked her so sweetly and stout-heartedly. Call him a sap but he actually wants to be closer to her in every possible chance he gets – she gives him an unyielding amount of comfort and happiness when she’s with him.

There’s this silver of pride he wants to take (since he’s the biggest narcissists) in being a power couple, because in the end everything will be theirs.

But she doesn’t want to seem like she took advantage of him. She didn’t study and worked hard many years to be called dependent on her boyfriend. She wanted to find her first proper job herself – feel all the odds and jitters of her firsts after UNI.

Harry called the battles off knowing his little stubborn baby’s too much a wiggler and he believes in her and he’s very proud of her previous achievements, he just wants to see her happy working with him or not.

She indeed got it. She was finally a design editor at a grand magazine company, excited to meet her boss who’s one of her absolute favourite graphic designers in the industry.

Harry and her celebrated her baby step towards her success by going out at this cafe which had cats you can pet and love on.

He was blissed to see her this happy, considering it a win win situation. But she doesn’t need to know? Does she? And Harry didn’t do anything suspicious? Did he? Nobody even know who she's! And if Y/N wants that, he’ll have it that way.

Soon her enthusiasm deflated like a sorrowful balloon whirling in the air for seconds before falling on the ground and getting it’s existence neglected, because, her boss was the meanest bitch alive.

At the moment, Y/N forced the pertinacious lump of pathetic tears down her throat, not blinking to dry out the moisture threatening to fall from her waterline feeling humiliation creep up her skin and making her want to shrink into herself and never show her face.

She listens patiently and optimistically as her boss practically screams at her for not liking the designs Y/N worked to modify for damn 62 hours and the Karen still had an audacity to degrade, Y/N.

Y/N gasped, stumbling back in fright shock when the file that had her precious designs composed in it flew and hit Y/N, the ragged corner of it scratching Y/N’s delicate skin and her boss was spinning away from her to stare coldly at the bustling city outside through the window drowning into fumes and anger.

Y/N opened her mouth, guppy like. Wanting to say something back and call her out on her act but she felt like her voice got strangled into her chest.

ShitShitShitShit.

Hammering in her brain when she felt something warm oozing from her skin and she’s panicking, wiping a vicious streak of blood from her jaw with her trembly fingers and scuttled straight to the washroom before anyone was able to see her in such vulnerable condition.

She had enough of it and left out of there without a word to anyone, not even to her cubby mate. She bottled all the emotions that were rattling against her bones to flood out of her each pore, until she could reach her home and once she did she was having a humongous and ominously scary breakdown, glad that Harry was stuck in meetings and the house was all of hers to cry ugly.

Once she was all blue lips, puffy and swelled up cheeks and eyes, nest of a hairstyle and all burned up lungs she was calming herself down with deep breaths just Harry taught her.

Scrubbing and cleaning herself off then going to bed without waiting for Harry, something very rare and the right hit in the nail for him to know she isn’t feeling well.

He was welcomed by silence. No dinner, just leftovers in fridge and his insides became all crummy and not very pleasant when he tailed to the living room and wasn’t met by his lovebug; either cramming her head to sketch down designs with an ipad in her lap while a buzz of random Netflix show accompanies her, dossing off cutely with hundreds of her study journals and magazines messed around her on the floor, or her in sleeping pyjamas with food already set up on the coffee table and brightening the whole room with her squeals when Harry announces his presence.

None of that instead he finds her in their bedroom, drowned under layers of blankies and her stuffies with room lit dark.

He coos softly, mattress dipping down from his weight and his heart expands and melts all around his other organs at how adorable she looks sleeping in his hoodie. He chuckles shaking his head at the way she has the strings of the hoodie squeezed around her head, not sure how she’s able to breath at how tight it seems around her neck.

Doing his own routine he was slipping into the bed, sighing from the warmth and how toasty she has made the bed already.

He bunched her against his chest and kissed her head then spooned her up in his arms, lips fluttering into a smile when she hummed and sniffed basking into his scent.

“Oi sleepy.” He whispers down at her cupping her neck and giggles softly when she whines mushing her cheek against his chest only to grunt sleepily and muffle her yelps into his sweatshirt.

Harry’s brows shoots up into slight bafflement then dips down into a frown when he slipped his calloused palm under her hoodie to cradle her jaw and felt something graze against his thumb that was about to press into her soft skin to bring her for a night kiss.

“Hey...” He perches himself on elbows, switching on the lamps and ignores her groans grasping the blanket she was about to pull over herself, huffing at him to let her sleep but Harry’s more stubborn than her if it involves assuring himself she’s okay and right now she’s not and Harry was already feeling it in his bones.

“Lemme see.” He persists gently, peeling the blankets and the hoodie off her head while she’s still stirring into sleep not able to open her eyes how much she tries because of the exhaustion dumped on her from whole day.

He stares at the wound she did a shit effort to cover with a gauze messily over her jaw and tiny bit area of her neck, a long bandage reaching to her ear and Harry tries to think rationally and not freak out as he touches it with cautious fingertips.

“What ... the –- fuck, Y/N what is...is this?” His mouth falls slack. His ears buzzing for a moment and he wraps his arm around her shoulder to bring her up as he leans them against the bedhead.

He feels bad when she knuckles at her eyes warily and mumbles something that’s barely audible.

“What happened, baby? Talk t’me? How did y'hurt yourself so bad?” Worried and fearful. He bombs her with questions not waiting for her to be fully awake and his heart breaks miserly upon focusing his gaze on her face, her angelic face that’s now soaked with sadness –- she’s been crying.

His loves been crying and he wasn’t there for her.

“Who did this to you?” Y/N's eyes widens abruptly. The alertness in them vivid for Harry to see under the lamp glow and she gasps, nose twitching and lip wobbling as Harry grabbed her chin and ducked to her eyelevel to ask her tenderly with a layer of strictness under his tone, “’M asking, Who did this to you, Y/N?” Her fragile heart could already take so much and she strangled out a sob lowering her head down in embarrassment.

“’M.. I’m —-.. no –..not telli –-..telling you,” She hiccups breathlessly, shaky fingers fisting onto the blanket thrown over Harry’s lap and he holds her hands kissing them gently, “I’ll know it one way or another baby. Don’t force me to get outta my way to find —–“ His soul stabbing glare was enough for Y/N to ramble and at first he thought he didn’t heard her right, that she was mumbling too much but when the reality seeped in gradually Harry almost froze in his spot.

“I know it’s very shameful —..” Y/N stammers barely able to get in a breather and Harry’s head snapped at her words, removing his nails away from making little graves in his palms and his jaw which almost felt like breaking from the hinges from how painfully furious he had it set relaxes as he tries to calm himself down and not to grab his keys and drive to that bitch's house to trash her place.

Because how fucking dare she treat anyone like that in his own fucking company.

“Hey, hey. Now none of that toots. Look at me darling, oh my sweet moppet ... shh.” It slices his heart in pain to see Y/N like this -- so small and disheartened. How dare she hurt his such delicate, sweet, loving girl like that? How!?

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself moppet. She should be, fo’ being such a heartless prick.” He spat, his guts full of bitter and hatred. His skin hot, his grip on her tightening protectively and his chin quivers trying to lock all his anger inside and not to burst out like a pressure cooker.

“I’ll deal with her tomorrow.” He nods curtly to himself, poking his tongue to wet his grimacing lips and Y/N was too woolly to get what’s he’s saying.

His gaze flitters back on her. His demeanour turned incredibly soft and gentle for her smooching a big generous kiss to her salty lips and then to both of her cheeks cared in both of his palms, “Are y'okay? D'you want me to take you to hospital?” She shakes her head mewling and melting and caressing herself into his wrist.

“Why didn’t you call me baby?” He asks her doing anything in his power to mask the hurt in his tone and sighs touching his forehead to her's when Y/N sniffled, “Didn’t wan’ you to worry.” He slid his forearm under her bum and scooched her atop of him, patching tiny careful pecks to her jaw.

“But, that’s love moppet. Worryin’ bout you, takin’ care of ye' and beating anyone raw who even dares to have evil intentions towards you,”

“Remember the time y'snubbed that one guy’s oh so expensive shoes who was very rude to me at one of your graduations party?” His simper turning into a proper ironic grin when she giggled hoarsely nodding along and the tension in his muscles released watching her getting better.

“Proper broke his big toe with your heel darling.” He giggles with her and then Y/N realised how sad and awful Harry’s feeling, how it’s hurting him the same way it hurt her an year ago.

“How about we have a glass of milk .... it’ll help us sleep less grumpy y'know.” He murmurs in the crook of her neck, elbow cocooned safely around her shoulder blade as he kisses the side of her head again and again nose buried in her hair to smell her treacly smell.

.

In the morning he was tragic to hear Y/N sound so heartbroken and dejected as she told him, “I’m going to resign and accept your offer.” Her smile small and sad, hugging him looping her limbs around his torso lazily.

“’kay baby, but first eat your brekkie.” He kissed her hair and squished her pout when he moved away to make some calls to his assistant.

Y/N had no-idea what he was upto. Glad that he was driving her to the company and that he was immensely supportive of her decision, her insides pooled with warmth and giddiness when he tried to cheer her up with his silly jokes and singing along the radio murmuring rubbish whenever he forgot the lyrics.

She was utterly confused when upon reaching he was giving the keys to valet boy to park his car and interviewing their fingers in a strong grip before leading her inside, even though she should be the one to do so.

She sputters a, “Huh?” when instead of telling her he’d wait for her in the lobby he’s rounding the corner towards the elevators and turns his wrist to push her infront of him to keep her closer to himself all the time.

When the doors are sliding apart the people scurrying outside halts for a moment, not looking Harry in eyes and keeping their heads low.

Phones were already rung in the building that Mr. Styles will be coming un-announced and everyone should be prepared to face the consequences if they stumble upon him – because well he isn’t in such a nice mood to start with.

“Harry.” She pokes him in ribs feebly, stepping away from him feeling timid due to few pair of eyes in elevator watching her awkwardly and maybe judgingly.

The tension in space could be cut through knife, as if everyone’s holding their breaths and she pouts taking a good look at Harry who’s smirking smugly confident in his element.

Do they all think her boyfriend’s way too intimidating and out of reach for them? They should know he’s such a sweetie!

Y/N huffs. Folding her arms over chest when Harry paws at her hips and pulls her back against his chest resting his chin atop of her head with a shit eating grin.

In all seriousness. Showing them that’s she’s his's and belongs under his wings, which will keep her safe and protected till his death.

“How did you know my boss's office’s on tenth floor?” She squints up at him suspiciously.

“Hmm. Dunno, moppet. Magical powers or summat?” He teases her, putting a hand at the small of her back to nudge her forward making her blush pink and ducks down to whisper in her ear, “You got this toots.” Biting her earlobe playfully to stroke down her anxiety upon sensing her hesitancy to step in the hallway that has cubicles lined up.

He already got this. He ordered his assistant to get the resign letter ready and showing her who’s the boss here’s not much of hurdle for him.

It’s weird. Bloody weird. Y/N wants to turn back and run away because the moment they step inside the whole damn hallway falls eerily pin drop silent and everyone’s peeking up from the short walls of their cubicles and then diverting their eyes immediately in embarrassment and apology seeing Harry behind her.

The ones who’re standing bows their heads lightly in respect for him and scurrying away to give him a way and that’s insanely surprising and weird.

Harry on the other hand was no stranger to those bogey looks. Of curiosity, uneasiness and dread when he passes through the crowd of his employs. Y/N is.

Slowly perhaps. It starts to sink in— jumbled and disoriented when she looks back at Harry. He’s keeping his head held high and shoulders tilted back with poise and conceitedness, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants and because though it makes him look like a proper snob— he is their boss and the owner of this company, he should act like one.

“Mr. Styles.” Y/N’s boss assistant Marina who’s usually very chirpy (and undeserving of all the yelling she gets from her boss) turns pale at Harry’s presence. She’s the only person Y/N's very keen of, now she’s fretting towards them with her head lowered and tries to stammer something but Harry’s walking past her with his lips pursued as he goes inside without knocking.

“Harry...” Y/N tattles behind him, lunging to clutch onto the hem of his suits coat, to scold him to stop babying her and let her handle it herself, too late since she’s already meeting with the sight of her overly stressed and upset boss.

Her knees almost gives in when Harry snaps his fingers for the employees that were inside to give them privacy and takes in the most relaxing breath of oxygen, feeling a gag of bitterness in his mouth from even looking at her.

Y/N gasped. Her boss (which she’s not sure is her boss anymore) gasped. The sweet assistant Marina gasped. When Harry told her in the most composing way– though his blood’s boiling absolutely sheathing through his veins.

“You’re fired.” His demeanour cold and voice monotone not giving a fuck how much she shakes and cries for his forgiveness.

“Mr. Styles. I..I can explain–-" She stammers rushing from the back of her desk and stops obediently when Harry gestures her to not to take another step forward.

“There’s no excuse for abuse. I don’t want your lame explanations, I can’t have an abusive asshole running my company for me ... we might be strict on our employees but we aren’t monsters.” He grits, his eyes flaring piercingly with rage and showing no empathy towards her as she pleads him to forgive her mistake– those bricks of money makes you work baby.

“You hurt someone so dearly to me ‘n think I’ll forgive ye'?” The assistance eye’s blows away at newfound information, Harry Styles love of life’s none other than Y/N. The girl she used to have smoked sandwiches and milkshakes with in their lunch breaks.

“I didn’t know ...” He chuckles ironically at her hypocrisy and that’s the last straw for him before he’s threatening her to call the security and she’s getting out of there cursing him under her breath but Harry grabs her from elbow roughly, conceding his brow at her dauntingly.

"Apologise to her right fuckin' now."

"Sorry, Mrs Styles. I'm very ashamed of what I did." She says nervously and Y/N nods not able to speak from the butterflies that are flapping around her stomach, which sure didn't go unnoticed at Harry's side and he smirks at Y/N.

When they’re left alone. Jovial cackles are bouncing against the walls and he’s pressing his hip to the desk, securing his hands around his triceps as he folds his arms infront of his chest entertaining himself to the cute and fuzzy reactions of his girl at what just happened.

“See. Told ya, nobody could defy my bossiness at work.” He grins at her, jerking his hand towards his chest to usher her closer to him and boops her nose smacking an obnoxiously loud kiss to her mouth when she toddles in his arms.

“The offers still there,” He looks down at her cheekily and she shakes her head, a small smile kicking up her lips at his determination and devotion.

“Couldn’t say no to you, could I? What will you be owning secretly next time?” She nips at him, planting her palms firmly against his midriff feeling the crispiness of his shirt underneath his jacket.

“A bakery shop ....?” He muses in the most pondering voice and she scoffs at him through pattering of giggles, “Suck it up Mr. Styles.”

“Hey! I know my prick’s huge but not tha’ much for me to suck it myself.”

Y/N chokes onto her own spit. Shaking her head at him.

“Your innocent employees knows how vulgar you’re?”

“Uhmm. Infact, She gets very hot hearin’ me like tha'.” He bobs his head grinning at her wickedly and she smacks his shoulder, “Harry!”

“Yeahhh! Tell everyone how good I make you feel babbbyy—....” Y/N clamps her hand around his mouth to muffle his lewd fake moaning.

“You’re so embarrassing.” She grumbles wiping his spit sticking to her palm down her skirt and spins around to head for the door expecting him to follow her.

“You don’t talk to boss like that!” He trails behind her, “Boss my ass!” She quips out a squeal looking around to make sure that nobody saw it when Harry slapped her bum.

“Boss someone’s ‘bout to get a pink ass.”

[yn-dreamlife]

Mr. Confident

Warnings: Simping over tama, smut under the cut, daddy kink (eventually), dom/sub dynamic, he calls reader bunny, dumbmification mentioned, breeding kink, degradation (kinda)

Description: Tamakis secret confident/dominant side (you will pry this from my cold dead fucking hands)

Tamaki Amajiki was a shy guy, there was no doubt about that in everyone's mind. Well, everyone except you. You could see it, the glint in his eye when he took charge of a situation which were few and far between.

You saw it when he had to take charge and hold back three villains on his own during the mission to save Eri.

You saw it when he had to take charge during a situation with panicked civilians, when he would take charge and while yelling orders he would still be able to calm them down with his natural demeanor.

You saw it when he got recognized by a child, albeit it was much smaller than but it was there, he knew at that moment he wasn't the shy student but he was the brave pro-hero.

Now Tamaki being shy was NOT a bad thing, you found it cute and endearing. And so did everyone else, it is what allowed him to be so loved by the people.

While Mirio and Nejire were both loved for their bubby personalities he was different out of the big three. He was loved because even tho he could be 'Mr. Confidnet' as his friends would call him, he could still be soft-spoken and full of stutters.

You wouldn't change him, honestly, you wouldn't. But there was one other time you saw that glint in his eyes, and that was with you.

When you would look up at him his larger stature causing him to also have look down at you. it flickered whenever you would say "yes sir," in a teasing manner. It happened really whenever you came around, you noticed it his friends noticed it and so did he.

He enjoyed the feeling of confidence that washed over him when it came to you. Of course, he still blushed and stuttered and he never acted on what his confident mind wanted him to because in his mind you fell for shy him you wouldn't want 'Mr. confident'.

He was wrong in that regard, you see while you may be a hero and you may be an independent woman, you were also a naturally submissive person.

You remember the first time you really saw his confident and dominating side in your relationship. Not that he was ever the submissive mainly because you were too submissive to ever dom him.

But the first time it happened was when it was just the two of you. You on top of him riding him in bliss loving how he made you feel. And you didn't mean for it to slip, honestly.

there were other times you wanted to bring it up, on many occasions in fact but you never did because it never felt like the right time. But you two had been together for two years, you were out of high school and into the hero world.

And after being with him so long your submission was already his, there was no doubt in your mind. You always tried hard to hold it back till you two talked about it but this time it slipped.

"P-please sir!" His body tensed but you didn't stop as you saw the glint coming more to life in his eyes. "Please l-let me c-cum." you moaned out as you continued to ride him. The words that rang over and over in your mind, the begs that you never let out began to slip.

A surge went through him when the words fully processed in his head and before you could blink you were underneath him, your ass in the air. Tamaki didn't like to be on top often acting like he was too shy to pound into your tight heat like he wanted. He was just so worried you wouldn’t like that, but he did have a suspicion you would and those words just seemed to confirm it for him.

you whimpered as you felt empty and you were so close to your high, but it was cut off by a loud moan as he slammed back into you.

"Do you want to c-cum for me b-bunny?" He said lowly in your ear as he continued to move rapidly inside you. You nodded quickly but he tsked at you, "Now now I know my g-girl can use her words cant she? Be a good girl and tell me." He purred into your ear as he bit at your ear and neck his hips no longer moving.

"Please, sir! Please I need to cum so bad let me cum for you!" He relished in the way you begged for him, his confidence only growing.

"Go on bunny, cum for me." He said as he began to pound into you once again. He reached his arm down so his hand could find your clit and he rubbed it as he continued. "Show me how good I make you feel."

As he felt you come undone around him he wasn't far behind his thrust gradually becoming sloppy. But your begging pushed him over.

The words poured out of your mouth on their own accord as ecstasy washed through you. “Yes please fill me with your cum! Want your cum deep in me, breed me please sir!”

That seemed to be the final push for him and his mouth poured absolute filth into your ear as he came deep inside you.

“Gonna fill your tight little pussy bunny. You feel me stuffing your greedy little hole? This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Want me to make you my own personal breeding toy?” And all you could do was moan and blissfully take it.

After that day you two sat down and had a proper talk about it. Deciding your hard and fast limits and negotiating others, setting safe-words and signals as well as establishing roles. And surprisingly Tamaki was less blushy and stuttery than you.

“Alright, bunny let me ask you, what do you want from me?” His voice was soft yet steady as he looked at you. You forced yourself to hold his gaze.

“I-I want you to-to take care of me. I want to serve you and make you feel good and I....” you trailed off.

“And you? Go on bunny, being so good for me already~” he cooed to you softly.

“Want you to make all the thoughts go away when they’re too much.” You mumbled softly get loud enough for him to hear.

“And how can I do that baby?” He whispered as he cupped your cheek.

“By uh.... well y-you know by-“ you broke finally the heat in your cheeks becoming too much as you covered your face with your shaking hands and rapidly shaking your head.

He eventually coaxed it out of you albeit, in a somewhat roundabout answer he found out you like the idea of dumbification, you want him to fuck you stupid whenever it gets to be too much.

The thought made his clock twitch but he decided that would be for another day so he allowed you two more time to talk about what you needed to.

And now a month later the time has come. He could see it, the jitteriness in your form. The agitation and the snappy attitude, you were never a brat for him every time you tried all he had to do was whisper something along the lines of

“I thought you were my good girl?” Or “don’t you want to make me happy, bunny?” And you were once again his obedient little thing.

You two had yet to delve into anything too hardcore, the most being rougher sex and dirty talk mentioning breeding. He had yet to cum in you more than once whenever he did. Nor did he act on the idea of degradation or dumbmification.

Although the idea of you becoming nothing but a babbling little cocksleve for him to use always made him rock hard. So when you came home and slammed the door and promptly threw yourself into his lap he knew what he needed to do. He wanted to see if you would ask first though so he waited.

“Hey, bunny.” He whispered softly running a hand up and down your back and running his nose along your hairline. This was the first time you two could see each other for more than just a fleeting kiss. Thanks to hero work you two had been busy.

You said nothing but have a low grunt in response along with a deep sigh. “Long few days at work?” You nodded. “Wanna talk about it?” You shook your head.

He held you for a bit and he could feel you grow restless. Your body shifting above him just barely stopping when his hands met your hips. “Bunny?” He whispered and you still said nothing. “If you want something use your words.” He could practically feel your body just melt at his dominating tone.

“N-need you sir.” You finally mellowed.

“You already have me right here silly.” You groaned knowing he was teasing you. Knowing he wanted you to say it. He felt your cheeks heat up as you hid your face deeper in his neck.

When he still didn’t give you what you wanted when you tried to roll your hips only to be met with his hands holding you still he heard your needy voice right near his ear.

“Please, sir. Please use me for your pleasure and don’t let me think about anything but you. Jus’ wanna make you feel good. I just want to be your little toy~”

His breath hitched, of course, he was expecting it but to hear you begging for him like that sent a wave of excitement through him.

"You want me to use you?" He whispered his teeth grazing against your earlobe as you shivered at the feeling of his warm breath.

"Yes"

"Yes, what?" He asked moving to grab your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together to form a pout on your lips. "Go one bunny, yes what?"

"Yes, daddy!" You finally squeaked and this time you had caught him off guard. No one moved, and no one spoke. You had half the mind to get up and run from the embarrassment but the second you made to do so you were being flipped onto your back only to have a blown-eyed Tamaki on top of you.

"T-tama?" you whispered.

He chuckled the sound low and deep sending a vibration through you where your chests were connected. "That's not my name anymore bunny."

[dr4cking]

First Time.

masterlist taglist

draco malfoy x reader | smut | fluff |

a/n : this was requested but my stupid self accidentally deleted the request. i’m really sorry to that anon 😭💔

y/n hooked her legs on his waist, burying her face onto his neck as he was telling her about his random story.

they were on their cuddling session as she stay over at his dorm tonight, but she has been feeling needy today.

she look up to him admiring his angelic face but all she could focus is on his lips, she adores the way he talks and sharing his story like she is his diary.

without a second thought, she grabbed his jaw tilting him to face her and closing their gap by connecting their lips.

draco stopped talking and put his arms around her waist pulling her closer to him.

they have been dating for 3 months, but all they do is just making out because draco knew she is a virgin, not wanting to rush her and making her uncomfortable.

the kiss got heated as her hands now slid into his tshirt and rubbing his abs, and when he feels her hand wanting to take off his shirt he stopped and pulling away.

“y/n.. i dont wanna rush you..” he said but she quickly pulling him again to her, pecking his swollen lips.

“i want this now draco.. i trust you.. please” her kisses move down to his jaw then biting his earlobe making his grip on her waist tightened.

“are you sure love? this is something big for you” he rubbed her back placing some kisses onto her forehead.

“yes i’m sure draco, i want it to be you and only you..” he gives in, his hands roaming up to her body.

"but i need you to stop me when you're not comfortable, okay? promise me you will stop me when you dont like it."

"yes dray i promise." she said as she stroked his blonde hair.

draco leaned in capturing her lips, their lips move in sync as the kiss now get deeper. she pulled his hair lightly and moaned into the kiss, causing butterflies erupted in his stomach.

he pulled away and placed his lips on her jaw kissing it softly and go down to her neck, sucking on her skin making a mark.

"you like it baby? or do you want me stop?" he pulled away staring into her eyes.

"i like it dray, just keep going please” she replies, playing with his hair and poking his cheek.

he keeps marking her neck making her moan softly and one of his hands starts to unbuttoning her shirt.

"is this okay baby? can i take off your shirt?"

"yes draco, do it"

he unbuttoned her shirt throwing it to the floor then unclasping her bra and throwing it to the floor too.

her cheeks heated as her chest now exposed infront of her boyfriend for the first time, her hands naturally covering them.

draco who has been staring at them, practically drooling, look up to her when she covered them with her hands.

"are you uncomfortable, darling? i can stop now"

"no, no dray dont, i still want it but i’m just embarassed, no one has seen me bare chest before" y/n explained preventing him from moving away.

"oh love, dont be embarrased with me, you're a goddess" he said before he kisses her lips gently, she finally gets comfortable and uncovered it.

he continues with his move, attaching his lips to her breast, kissing, licking and sucking her nipple while his hand massaging and playing with the other one. she moans softly running her hands everywhere on his body.

"draco, it feels g-good" she giggles in between her moan, interlocking her hand with his hair gripping on it.

he goes down kissing her stomach lifting up her skirt, his eyes held an adoration look.

"can i take these off, baby? you know you can stop me now" he tugs at the bottom of her skirt.

"please dray take them off" she said desperately giving him his permissions.

he takes her skirt and panties off at the same time.

now y/n is fully naked in front of him making him groaned, his eyes were admiring her glistening folds.

her cheeks heated in embarassment when she realized she's now fully exposed in front of her boyfriend.

"i’ll do something love and if you dont like it or you're not comfortable, please say stop, okay? promise me."

"yes, yes, draco, i promise."

he rubbed her clit gently earning a low moan from her, she closed her eyes as she arched her back, feeling the new sensation.

he positioned his face between her thighs and kitten lick her clit, teasing and eventually sucking it.

then he slowly inserting his finger into her cunt, she moaned louder and gripped the sheets tighter.

"baby, are you okay?” he said looking at her to find any discomfort in her eyes.

"keep doing it draco it feels so good”

he groaned when he feels her tightness, he adds another fingers, pumping into her faster and his lips sucking her clit harder.

y/n is a moaning mess now, this is her first time and it already feels really good.

"draco, i feel something i dont know what it is" she moaned loudly, clawing her nails on his shoulder.

"you're gonna cum baby, just let it out, i got you" as soon as draco say that, she came undone on his fingers, moaning into the pillow as she came, catching her breath.

"draco.. that was amazing” she smiles at him, her hands now unbuckling his trousers.

"i’m glad you feel good love. but are you 100% sure about this? please tell me to stop if you cant take it okay?" draco asked her as he helped her taking off his clothes. pulling out his hard cock, precum has already oozing out.

"yes, draco, i promise i’ll tell you. now do it, i cant wait any longer"

he lets out a throaty-groans at her wish, pumping his cock few times and lining up at her entrance making she gasped.

he slowly entering half of his cock inside her, they both moaning at the feeling of being connected for the first time.

she digging her nails on his back deeper, tears rolling down off of her eyes.

he looked up at her and stop his move instantly.

"baby, are you okay? is it hurting so much? i'll stop now."

"no, dray, it hurts a bit but dont stop, please, i can take it" she looks straightly at his worried eyes giving him her smile reassuring him.

"just do whatever you wanna do to ease the pain, you can scratch my back or grip onto my hair, okay?"

"yes dray" she replied, holding his biceps.

he moves again and pushing his cock fully inside her in one snap making her gripped his hair tighter, shutting her eyes as she steadying her breath.

he paused and let her adjust. she slowly open her eyes and nodded at him telling him she is okay.

he made a slow move, groaning at the feeling of her tightness wrapping his cock so perfect.

y/n was no longer crying, she throws her head in pleasure as he pulls his cock out and slamming it inside again, making her screaming his name louder.

"draco, draco.. it feels so good dray- harder please" she moans loudly at the new feeling, scratching his back and wrapped her legs on his waist.

"fuck baby you're so tight.. shit-" he moaned onto her neck pushing his cock deeper inside her.

she suddenly screamed his name out loud and he knew he just hit her spot. he keeps thrusting into it making her squirmed, the pleasure has been unbearable.

"draco.. yes.. i feel so full" she moans as he thrusts faster inside her, he can feels her walls clenching around him telling him that she's close.

"let it out y/n cum on my cock, love" he circled her clit in eight figures making her writhed at the double pleasure.

"yes draco.. i’m gonna cum" she screamed his name out loud as she cums hard on her boyfriend’s cock.

he ride out her high and reaching his high, his thrusts became sloppier as he feels his high approaching him.

he kissed her passionately, his lips are trembling as he feels his cock twitching inside her.

resting his head on her neck and screaming her name out loud, he finally came, hard.

he shuts his eyes in pleasure, mouth hung open as he catches his breaths, ropes after ropes of his cum shooting inside her.

y/n moaned, feeling so full. he ride out his orgasm before pulling out, slapping his softening cock on her pussy, landing the last cum before collapsing on her body, panting heavily.

he gets up to get the towel to do the aftercare and wiped their mixed cum, cleaning her up gently before slowly getting on the bed again, playing with her hair.

“thank you dray.. that was the perfect first time i’ve always imagined” she chuckles bringing him into her arms under the covers.

“no need to thank me love, i’m honored to be your first”

“i love you so much draco..” he smiles widely at this, ruffling her hair.

“i love you so much more y/n you have no idea..” and with that he reconnects their lips before wrapping her in his arms slowly falling to a deep sleep.

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[shigarakisslutbag]

i'm not the original asker but i'd be down for some shig breeding headcanons that are more dom / not mommy kink

Tw: breeding, housewife, somnophilia, talk of having kids

A/N: sorry for any typos lol

Im a lil horny so heres some hcs of me just blabbing and dumping some thoughts out

I wanna start out by saying he loves your pussy so much

Literally worships it

Its all he can think about sometimes

It doesnt matter how small it is or how it looks he loves it

Youre so warm and tight and always wet and ready for him to breed

He hasnt given much thought to a family before but when it comes to you

Oh boy when it comes to you

He wants to fill you up and fuck his cum so deep inside it knocks you up

Doesnt want you to walk

Gets off to the thought of you carrying his offspring

Thinks about having a nice family . Maybe 3 or 4 kids .

Wants you to just sit at home and let him do everything for you while you take care of the kids

Doesnt want you to think about anything that could stress out his little wife

The ideal picture is

He comes home

Youre asleep in your shared bed

He sees you in your silk night gown

Almost showing your ass. You were too tired to even pull over the blankets you poor baby

Hes so turned on just by watching you

Seeing you breathe as your chest moves up and down

Gown slightly slipping down

Walks over and leans in to take in your smell

Hes so intoxicated by your scent. Really turns him on

Lifts up your gown and youre not even wearing underwear

Maybe you wamted this to happen

Either way youre getting fucked

Whether you initially wanted this or not

Rubs his finger up and down your cute little slit

You start to quiver in your sleep but you dont wake up

Good . He doesnt want you awake yet

Slips one finger in and curls it hitting your gspot . Soon adds another finger and all that can be heard in the room is the sound of your wet pussy clenching around his fingers

Youre starting to move a little now

Closing your legs slightly because your body cant handle it even if you arent conscious

Even youre unconscious self cant get enough him

Eventually he decides to take out his cock thats been hard ever since he opened the door and laid eyes on you. Taking in your entire body

Compared to how tight you are you wouldnt think he'd be able to fit his cock inside you with how girthy it is. But he'll fucking make it fit

He rubs hit cock up and down your cute pussy. So wet and ready for him to slide himself in and pound away

Fucking his hot cum deep inside your little womb

When hes done with you there'll be nothing but cum seeping out of your tight, wet little cunt

He whispers in your ear, trying to wake you up

"Do you like how this feels? How evey my cock is resting on you ? Do you think youll be able to take it? All this cock inside your already ready and wet pussy. You like taking this fat cock dont you? Sliding in and out so easily because you already wnated this didnt you. You were ready, huh? Always ready for me. Only me. My little slut. "

Youre awake now hut barelt conscious still, not knowing what's going on until you feel him slip himself inside. You almost scream from how good it feels until he slaps a hand over your mouth and tells you " take it. Take it like the good little slut i know you are. Please? For me, baby.

Its so good.

You feel so full

It hits all the right spots

All you can think about is how hard hes fucking you

Making your tits slightly move up and down

You wrap your arms and legs around him trying to keep yourself together

Fuck this feels so good

"I cant wait to breed this cunt of yours. We're going to be such a good family. Itll just be us and our little ones- fuck "

" youll be such a good mommy. A good mother to my kids-fuck you feel so good

Youre taking everything out of your poor husband . But then again hes doing the same to you. Youre both almost shaking. Ready to cum

"Are you ready, baby? Im gonna fuck all this cun inside until all you can think of is this warm feeling im about to give you."

All you can do is whine and cry out of pleasure in response as he shoots all of his hot cum inside you painting your insides

And here you are. Ears ringing from the orgasm he just gave you

And you wonder, hopefully this isnt just a one time thing

[spikesbimbo]

- At the red light

Pairing: kyotani x f!reader

Cw: pet names(literally), road head, car sex, collaring, spanking, 

wc: 1.2k

a/n: For the hotti @hajimeshon-ee Ilu happy bday sexc < 3

18+ Minors DNI

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It was annoying, so annoying; the way you could feel him getting even more irritated, knowing that he wanted you as much as you did him.

  He can't even speak without spitting at anyone and nearly every little thing sets him off and it’s only made worse by the fact that you couldn’t take a hint. He knows your angel-like self is trying to help, but the way you were clinging to him only escalated his temper.

“Baby...” you whined, voice needy as ever as your nails dug into the skin of his forearms. Your hands palming his crotch while you were in the passenger seat as he was glaring at you to stop. 

His cock now stiff as you could see before you pulled his zipper down along with his boxers, uncaring that it was midday and you were in his car stopped in traffic. “Wanna suck… want your cock inside me so bad.” taking it into your hands and stroking it for a minute before he lost control.

As he pulled into the garage, he turned the car off and pulled his cock out; red, swollen now, immediately shoving your down onto it, making you gag as he didnt give you any warning.

“Yeah, my baby bunny loves choking round my cock, loves having their little throat fucked,”  he teased knowing you couldn't answer, your perfect mouth wrapped around him. “Wait until we get inside.”

“Ken-, please.” you whined out, the speed of you bouncing on his cock slowing down every second, your thighs burning along with your stomach. The feeling of him this deep in you making your mind hazy with lust.

The sloppy drool from your mouth still on his cock being the only calming sensation, the cool feeling easing the pain.

Your wrists stuck together with sweat, now resting your hands on his chest after he mouthed out how you were gonna be a good girl and let him do anything he wanted to you after the shit you pulled on the drive home. 

“Fuck, look at you. So wet, what a messy bunny.” he grunted out, rubbing on your clit enough to make you shake before placing his hands on your waist and hips, squeezing them tightly enough to leave bruises.

Trying to control himself, not wanting to thrust up into you, wanting you to do all the work as he watched.  Trying to keep it that way as your face was contouring with each movement, so pretty.

“I cant last any longer, fuck. Ken please” you cried still moving your hips back and forth on his, trying to ease the stinging sensation building up. “Be a good girl and ask nicely, Bunny.” he grunted, loving how he would make you cry and beg for him. Nothing makes his dick harder than his little bunny whining out how he was too much for them. “Please… please fuck me” 

He flipped you over, not being able to say no as your cries got lost in his head, grabbing your thigh and lower back; before you could reach out for him, he turned you over again, ass and swollen cunt presented in the air for him.

His hand pushing you face down into the pillows as he lets go, lining himself up with you, not taking his time pushing himself in as you sob for him to hurry up.

Your collar that somehow got on him instead of yourself after he wanted to let you know that you still had full control of him, not wanting to go overboard, not wanting to take it out too much on his sweet little girl.

 He can’t help his hands sliding over your ass, squeezing it roughly “If I hurt you, tap me. okay baby?” he said, pinching your thigh to make sure you heard him.

He slaps your ass as you arched your back so pretty for him, the stinging feeling not leaving as he did it again. Whining out, but in pleasure while he let out a slight laugh at how worked up you were, your elbows deep in the sheets as he started to thrust.

He groans leaning down your neck, growling when your head rolls back, your neck open for him to mark as he gently rests his teeth on the flesh.

The leash dangling over your shoulder, your shaking hands grabbing onto it, the pink leather with hearts on it not fitting him at all, but it made your heart drastically race.

You pull his leash down more into you, his hot breath mixing with yours as you try your hardest to turn around, needing a kiss. His chest now against your back as his arm wraps around your torso, hand grabbing your breast while kissing you hard enough to make you fall apart.

“Fuck, I’m gonna let everyone know you owns this pussy.” he muttered into your ear. “You know i'm the only one who fucks you like this, right bunny?

You cute, needy moans are all the response he needs as you clenched around his cock even more. His thrusts hitting you so deep as you could barely keep your head up. “You gonna cum on me? The way your little pussy is dripping down my cock, so messy.” he grunted out as you heard his balls slapping into your soaked cunt.

Clit aching for more as you gripped the sheets beneath you, tears falling down your face as he gripped his arm tighter around your waist, the other one supporting him up.

He’s wanting so desperately to paint your insides so full that it leaks out while he's still deep in you as he grabs onto your sides harshly, your hole getting tighter around him while you're leaking onto the mattress. “Fuck, your cunt feels so good around me.” he thrusted up into you faster and faster, chasing his high.

He lets out a groan while he releases, stuffing you full while you're on the brink of your orgasm, trying desperately to come as the pleasure is right there. As he’s still thrusting, fucking his cum back inside you, you finally tighten as your cum spills out. Making the sheets beneath you a wet mess, spilling at the both of yours thighs.

 “Ken” you cried, your knuckles clenched as you held onto the pillow to stabilize yourself. Your entire body shaking from pleasure and embarrassment. “Shh… You did good bunny, came so pretty.” he said, still trying to catch his breath.

‘C'mere baby lamb.'' he said softly grabbing you into his arms, you poor abused cunt still dripping out. He pushes your sweaty baby hairs to the side, now lying with you on top of him. Giving your forehead a quick kiss, before your cheek, tasting the saltiness of your tears.

“pretty girl…” his praise coming after you were passed out on top of him while he nodded off too, his arms still wrapped as tight as he could around you, holding you in a bear hug as he whispered himself to sleep.