#still belly kink related

[askbloatedbellyblog]

The tier list is amazing! If possible can you explain the reason why thoma is very high on the list? Also I’m surprised to see zhongli being only A tier, I would love to hear your reasoning about it too.

Thank you!

This is part of the reasoning. I have an ask about Thoma burps later that I will get into but I'll probably repeat myself here. Thoma is absolutely an eater. Partly by choice, partly by force. He'll eat a ton on his own and Ayato both cooks for him and makes him try all sorts of questionable foods as well. Even if it's not a lot (though I think he does eat a lot and one day I'll finish a fic on it), the mix of everything he eats is definitely going to make him gassy as hell. While publicly the Kamisato family is all manners and polite, I do think Ayato and Thoma have a kink streak and Ayato wants Thoma to burp. So I definitely think that Thoma burps and often and loud and is one if you pressed on his belly he will burp almost immediately. I'm sure I'll go into more in the future.

As I said in the Zhongli burp canon I did, it's not that he can't burp and can't burp loud, I just don't think he does often. DEFINITELY did so in the past but if he does now, it's usually smaller burps and tries to be polite unless the company he's with he knows wants him to burp. Same goes for his eating, he is definitely capable, just not sure he does it all the time. He's very close to being a dark horse type burper that doesn't look like he burps at all but in the end might be one of the loudest on accident but I think he has a lot more control than that.

There are some fun ideas with Zhongli burping with him using it in combo with his geo power and helping to reshape the landscape with an all mighty burp or being "I will have ORRRRRRDEEERRRR!" and burping it out either full or to shock people. It's just most times it's going to be a small gentle burp of "oh pardon me..." *sips more tea*.

[ivymarquis]

Say You Won’t Let Go

No good deed goes unpunished

Pairing| John Price x F!Single Mom!Reader Rating| E Word Count| 2.1k Kinks/Content/Warnings| Zombie apocalypse (I like how I lied to both myself and y’all that there was ever gonna be a chance of it being another type of apocalypse), both John and Love are a little crazy which is to be expected re: zombie!au, more nausea, more pregnancy related discourse, zombie world building and the ramifications/implications of being pregnant in the apocalypse, the author is currently having A Thing about pepperoncinis, strong hints to the events that lead to Love being abandoned, etc etc etc

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Captain John Price of the SAS, it seems, has decided to keep you.

As a child your neighbors had an Australian Cattle Dog.

He reminds you of that dog. Keyed in on your every move, herding you about as he sees fit throughout the day.

Gets irritated just like that dog used to, if he finds you somewhere he thinks you shouldn’t be.

Being alone with a man you do not know goes against everything you were taught growing up. You, however, are not exactly spoiled for choice where company is concerned and are in no position to bite the hand willing to feed you. Especially when the hand in question hasn’t done anything untoward.

John provides security and stability, even if he fusses at you incessantly.

“Need to be eating more than that.”

Objectively you know he’s correct, but there’s fuck all to be done about it.

“I can’t. I’ll throw up.”

You learn the nausea card will stay his hand, not that you’re even overplaying it. The child you’re carrying likes to alternate between sitting on your bladder and your stomach between bouts of playing soccer with your ribcage. Not exactly making it easy on you to get (or keep down) the food you need to grow a liver or a pair of lungs, or whatever it is that you��re cooking in the final stretch of your pregnancy.

For the most part he leaves you be about the food if he sees you picking at something over the duration of the day.

You circle each other cautiously; circumstance and loneliness making you unwilling to avoid him, but also still having the good sense to be aware you’re dealing with a stranger for less than a full day.

He’s brash, obviously used to getting his way. You don’t know a ton about the military and can only assume that it comes with the territory. He’s used to barking orders and commanding a space. You’re not exactly in a position to buck against his hand- and it’s not like you really want to, anyway.

He gives you first pick of the food, your cravings deciding your meal for you.

Cravings in an apocalypse blow, by the way. It’s not like you can get the tandoori chicken from your favorite Indian place at 2 am just because the mood strikes.

“I would kill for a jar of pepperoncinis,” you mumble, mostly to yourself one night as you pick at your dinner. God you could fuck a jar of them up with how your mouth is watering just at the thought of them.

In fact, had the world not gone to hell in a handbasket you’d probably be doing something cruel and inhumane to a pile of them. Like dipping them into nutella. Wasn’t one of the joys of pregnancy appeasing your cravings with absolutely abominable food combinations?

You’re not exactly in fight or flight at this exact moment, but you are in survival mode. No luxury of door dashing random items.

“How much longer do you think you’ve got?” The captain asks one night over dinner.

“I’m not sure. I think any day now at this point.”

You feel like you’re all belly, something that’s compounded by his follow up question of “Only got the one in there?” which is honestly fair.

“Yes. The midwife said he just has an Olympic sized swimming pool to float around in.”

“Midwife would be handy to have given your state.”

The question is buried between the lines. Why are you here and not with her?

“She’s dead.”

That’s what started this whole mess, isn’t it? It’s not your fault she’s dead but her absence was the catalyst of your group abandoning you.

He pauses his own meal, looking at you momentarily. “Sorry to hear that.”

You don’t know what to say in reply.

It feels disingenuous to pretend her death impacted you more than it actually did. While you two had spent more time together as your pregnancy progressed, the conversations had stayed staunchly about the baby and changes to your body.

You weren’t friends. But she was kind and compassionate and seemed knowledgeable about what was happening to you.

It does make you nervous, though. Women have had babies unassisted for millenium, but women have also died in childbirth since the dawn of time. Certain cultures regarded a successful birth in the same vein as warriors returning home from battle.

Since he asked- in a roundabout way- about your group, you feel bold enough to ask about his.

“How’d you get separated from your group?”

“Got caught with our trousers down by a herd wandering through this area. We were overwhelmed and I ended up going through a window. Did a number on my leg, that seems to finally be healing.”

Herds is such a funny way to describe a roaming group of the undead.

Herds usually contain deer, or horses, or sheep. Something soft and doe eyed that you can pet. Something that has teeth, yes, but typically not interested in hurting you.

Packs would be the better descriptor in your opinion- but then no one had asked you, had they?

“Do you think they’re still in the area?”

“Not if they’ve got any fucking sense,” he grouses. “There’s a group of survivors up north we’ve been taking care of. Safe zone so to speak- about as safe as anything can be, at least. Came down for supplies as the area looked clear, but the truck broke down. Herd came through and mucked everything up.”

The prospect of another community- a safe zone- enraptures you.

You’re not stupid, even if a lapse of judgment and a too long dry spell breaking has landed you in your current predicament. You understand that you’re a bit of a ticking time bomb.

You live in a world where safety is no longer a guarantee. That too much noise, and too much attention drawn can be a death sentence.

So having a baby is a far riskier move these days than it was in the past. There’s so much that can go wrong. You can’t tell a baby to be quiet because a herd is passing through and if any of them hear, then you’ve signed everyone’s death warrant.

And that’s if you and your child don’t die in labor.

So you were understandably devastated but yielded to the group consensus to leave you behind.

But a safe zone?

You’ve been floating around in limbo since parting from your group. Understanding that your death is written on the walls, but unwilling to lay down and die without trying.

You feel something akin to hope fluttering in your belly- that maybe you and your child will survive. That there’s not a blade waiting to descend on you when your water breaks.

“Can you take me there? Are you trying to go back?”

John regards you for a moment, and you try to not squirm in apprehension.

“Would be a whole lot easier if I had a working vehicle,” he states. “Between my leg and your,” he pauses, spearing a bite of his food and making a vague gesture at you as he chews, “current condition, walking that far isn’t a good idea.”

Right. Because you’re a ticking time bomb who might pop in the next hour, next week, or next day and there’s absolutely no way to know until it happens. Hence why you were trolling through a neighborhood looking for somewhere safe to bed down until you have your baby.

Talk about caught with your pants down if your water breaks trying to traverse a substantial distance. But then traveling with a newborn puts another target on your back, doesn’t it? How long until you’re comfortable with how fussy your baby is and you become confident you can read his cues? That’s a hell of a dice to roll.

“If I can find a working radio I can call my team. Or something I can drive.”

“I’m good with tech,” you volunteer. “Even if the radio doesn’t work- maybe I can make it work.”

You’ve always been someone who takes pride in your work, but working in tech in a post-collapse society has rendered your knowledge useless when traveling with a nomadic group just trying to make things work day by day.

So you’ve been feeling like a bit of a lame duck lately, even though you know logically that’s not being particularly fair to your circumstances. You’ve been forced to learn more pragmatic skills (at least, for the zombie apocalypse) but having to learn them on the fly with threats constantly looming over you doesn’t exactly provide a safe place to fail while you get over a learning curve.

Obviously close combat isn’t ideal in your situation. Guns draw too much attention with the noise. Maybe you can find a bow and practice with it.

So you jump at the opportunity to show that you might be able to pull your own weight. That you’re more than a fragile time bomb waiting for the counter to hit zero.

“I’ll keep that in mind if I find a broken one, then,” he appeases, although you can’t get enough of a read on him to know if he’s just placating you.

It’s a bit after dinner and the sun setting that John decides it’s time to herd you up to bed. “Right then, time to get you back upstairs.”

It’s only been two days now but it doesn’t take a genius to realize he’s got a thing about you and the stairs.

Someone like him is likely used to preparing for the worst case scenario in every situation. Lord knows what sort of horrors he’s thought up of you losing your balance going up or down, but he’d chewed on you pretty good earlier in the day when you’d tried to go up them without him to get something out of your bag.

Lesson learned- no traversing the stairs unattended.

Given that you are perpetually exhausted at this point, you can’t see the value in arguing that you don’t need your sleep schedule dictated to you. Left to your own devices you likely would have begun nodding off on the couch.

Even with your group, while there’d be assigned watch times, there wasn’t an enforced bedtime. Everyone’s adults- you were expected to handle your shit and be ready to move when it’s time to go.

So you nod along and let him guide you up.

John is magnanimous about the resources in the house, letting you be uncontested for the bathroom upstairs. You don’t understand how plumbing works but you can’t even bring yourself to complain about the cold water as you clean yourself.

There is a chair in “your” room, and the first night you placed it under the doorknob so that should John get any suspicious ideas, at least you’d be awake for your grizzy demise.

The doorknob never so much as turned, and you’ve been at his mercy long enough you decide if he was going to do anything unhinged, he’d have done it by now.

You are snuggled into your bed- which might as well be a luxurious thing with a 600 thread count for all you can care right now, even though it’s most assuredly not- and hear the sound of John’s door closing across the hall, and are out like a light before you can even process the noise and assume that he’s down for the count for tonight just like you are.

Come morning- after you’re finished in the bathroom and are greeted in the hall by John waiting for you- you realize that John was not squirreled away in his own room last night. He leads you down the stairs- insists on being between you and the bottom of the stairwell.

There’s a jar of pepperoncini peppers, a container of prenatal vitamins, and a pack of preggie pops which claims to be a pregnancy safe anti nausea candy.

The logical side of your brain should be floored that this veritable stranger has paid more attention to your needs (and yes you’re going to go ahead and count the pepperoncinis down as a need) in a day and a half than certain exes had during the entire run of your relationships with them.

A thank you would be appropriate given the situation.

Unfortunately, however, your hormone addled “I've been fending for myself after being abandoned, and I'm still emotionally fried” brain has been the one calling the shots lately, so instead what comes out is “You left me last night.”

[l1tw1ck]

wick, my beloved, do you have any lilia related thirsts in that genius head of yours

(im a lilia vanrouge fan now apparently. he is growing on me (vil is still nr 1 tho))

why yes i do, im also in a monster fucking mood so 👁️👁️

bottom ftm lilia x top male monster reader

cw: size kink, monster cock, belly bulge, overstim, mind break, creampie, cum inflation

when lilia first met you, he was immediately enamored with your size. he has to look up to make eye contact with you and he's at the perfect height to suck your cock. that thought tormented him for weeks so imagine how excited he'd get when he finally has the opportunity to do it

lilia looks at your monstrous cock in awe. he knew you'd be big but fuck. he wonders how sex'll feel. he opens his mouth wide, lips stretching to take in your thickness. he happily sucks your cock, ignoring the light pain he feels from taking something so big.

~ lilia's eyes widen as your cum floods his throat. he reluctantly pulls away, letting the rest of your cum get on his face and body. he wanted to swallow it all but it was way too much. he wonders what would happen if you came inside him..

lilia wanted to ride you for his first time with you but he couldn't even move once you were completely inside him

he looks at you with a hazy experience, a goofy smile on his face. he traces the bulge in his stomach and just stares into your eyes.

you had to take matters into your own hands and you ended up breaking him, mentally that is. he was still perfectly intact and very happy to take your cock

lilia grins, moaning loudly as you pump him full of another load, his stomach getting bigger. "more~ more~" he says, coming again. he's extremely overstimulated and yet he's still begging for more

[hannieehaee]

what we think abt sub!vernon cuz honestly i feel like he has a mommy kink and i can just imagine him whining and begging to cum 🫠

18+ / mdi

content: sub!vernon, sofdom!reader, afab reader, smut, nipple play (m receiving), blowjob, body worship, etc.

wc: 858

a/n: maybe a little tmi but i have both father and mother issues so i cant see myself writing anything related to mommy or daddy kink ... BUT i am a fan of sub!vernon so!

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vernon's always been a man of little words, someone who does not often react to things in the way one would usually expect a person to. this was, however, not the vernon you knew.

the vernon you knew was quite expressive – even to an embarrassing extent.

your vernon would always belly-laugh at your jokes. would always use an extensive vocabulary when it came to complimenting you. would always commentate on the movies you watched together. he'd never leave you wanting more.

especially in the bedroom.

in an almost effortless manner, you could render vernon into a whiney mess, whimpering at you to please touch him the way only you knew how to.

you'd start by undressing him while sensually exploring his lips with your tongue, heavy breaths being swallowed by one another. you'd feel him up in indecent ways, making him blush at how shameless you were in your desire for his body.

throughout all this, vernon would moan and pant against your lips, feeding you with silent pleas for more. you'd, of course, comply, fully unable to deny such a pretty boy of your touch.

your lips would explore every inch of his body, kissing at his neck while he asked for permission to please undress you – "wanna feel you too," he'd say. knowing the sight of your body alone could render him to his knees, you'd approve and even give him a little show of undressing yourself.

being fed by his whines, you'd go back to kissing your way down his body, making a lengthy stop to lick at his nipples in, barely even gracing them with your tongue. this would always, without a fault, get him to sheepishly beg you to kiss him properly – to suck and bite at his nipples until he cried. you'd do this with no complaint. using your mouth to nibble and pull at one of his sensitive buds while your fingers – wet from having had him suck on them earlier while kissing – made him gasp at the coolness of your touch as you pulled meanly at his bud. going back and forth between both, vernon would be in tears by the time you were satisfied.

your path downwards would continue, making a show of kissing down his happy trail, leaving your own trail of saliva as you licked your way down. tiny gasps could be heard from above, only inciting you into worshiping his body more and more.

you were used to his whines by now, begging you to "please hurry," and to "kiss him where he wanted you most." but the whines got even louder the closer you got to his most sensitive area.

you were not shy to leave red splotches of love bites all over his thighs, getting meaner by the second in the way you marked him as yours. you had already left your mark all through the length of his body, but his thighs were your favorite. all the plush and soft skin there was just waiting to be marked. traces from your previous love bites could still be seen there.

finally arriving at your final destination, you decided to have a bit more fun with the pretty boy laying under you, kitty-licking his slit as you made eyes at him. you could feel the vibration from his groans at your actions, which only made you wanna ruin him more.

his moans would fill the room as you slowly licked up and down every vein on his cock, going as slow as you possibly could in order to enjoy his cries longer. his arms would stay at his sides, though you could see the struggle he was going through at holding back from forcing his way into your mouth. he was always so good for you, making you inevitable reward him every time.

finally enveloping him in your mouth, you'd bob your head while you moaned against his cock, obsessed with his never-ending cries at the feeling. his words of praise would hit you where it ached the most.

"s-so good, oh fuck ..."

"mouth's so good, shit ... need to cum, please ..."

"'sso tight n' warm ... god, fuck. makin' me lose my mind ..."

"n-needa cum ... nedda feel your cunt- o-oh fuck ..."

you felt delirious at the pretty boy under you, becoming addicted to the way he begged for you; the way he was such a good boy for you.

you gave it your all, sucking and bobbing your head, suctioning around him and moaning against his cock up until the moment his orgasm hit him and he filled your mouth with his spunk.

once more, you'd make a show out of it, licking every drop that fell out of your mouth and even licking at the remnants still on his dick. you'd want nothing more than to keep sucking until he sobbed and begged at you to stop, but you'd save that for another day. for now all you wanted was to climb back up the length of his body and kiss his cum right into his mouth before kissing away all his tears and letting him know what a good boy he'd been for you.

[soaps-mohawk]

Marking His Territory

Kyletober Day 15: Watersports

Summary: Kyle has chosen you as his omega. Now it’s time to mark his territory.

Pairing: Alpha!Kyle x omega!reader

Word Count: 2,165 words

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, p in v sex, unprotected sex, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, a/b/o, omegaverse, watersports, piss kink, omorashi (kind of), not related to CRCB

A/N: so yeah...y'all are learning a lot about me this month. Again, if it's not your cup of tea then don't read it 🤷‍♀️ it's that simple

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His hand is gentle around the back of your neck, thumb brushing the scabbed over teeth marks on your shoulder. You’re his now, specially chosen to spend the rest of your life with him. You couldn’t have picked a better alpha. He’s big, strong, eager to protect what’s his. He’s proven himself as a capable provider and protector. It makes you purr in delight, the sound rumbling in your chest. 

The purr pitches up into a quiet whine as his thumb presses into the center of your mark, warmth flooding through your body. Kyle's lips twitch up into a satisfied grin as that warmth floods your underwear, your pussy clenching around nothing in response. 

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” He smirks as if he hadn’t just caused the instinctual reaction in you. There’s a subtle growl to his voice, his inner alpha sneaking in around the edges. It makes you want to roll over and show your belly. Or even better, bend over and present for him. 

He takes a small step, closing the distance between you as a low growl rumbles in his chest. His hand slides from your neck, trailing down your back. His fingers trace the line of your spine, following it down until he reaches the dip just above the fabric of your skirt. He uses that hand to pull you closer to him, your hands pressing against his chest to keep yourself from slamming into his chest. He’s hard under your hands, built of lean muscle. He’s strong, just as alphas should be. 

It makes you want to lick him. 

He leans his head down before you can lift yourself onto your toes, licking at the skin of your neck. Another quiet whine escapes your lips as he drags his tongue along the column of your throat, the hand on your lower back sliding down to grip your ass. He’s hard, the prominent bulge in his jeans pressing against your stomach. You grip his arms as he nips at your mark, more slick flooding your underwear. The scent of your arousal is thick in the air, making a low growl rumble in his chest. 

One of your hands slides down his chest, trailing down over the hard planes of his stomach before it reaches the bulge in his jeans. You press your hand against it, dragging your palm across the thick length pushing against the constraining fabric. He lets out a groan, nipping at your neck before he grabs your wrist, pulling your hand away. 

“Need to mark you.” He growls, squeezing your wrist in his hand before letting go. 

A shiver runs through you at the thought, an excited purr rumbling in your chest. You had been surprised when he didn’t do it as he claimed you. Most alphas can’t control it, the natural urge to claim and mark at the same time too strong for them. Of course he has incredible control over his instincts, his mind, and his body, likely from his years spent in the military. 

You’re silently glad he hadn’t done it then too, since it’s messy and can make for quite the cleanup afterward if you’re not prepared for it. 

He nips at your bottom lip before he straightens up, staring down at you. “Bathroom.” He says, the growl still thick in his voice. 

You let out an excited purr, scrambling for the bathroom. There’s no specific place it has to be done, but in times like these it’s best to use the most logical option. It’s the easiest and makes for significantly less cleanup. 

You’re already stripping out of your clothes by the time he joins you, his eyes burning as you bend over to slip off your skirt. He slips his hand between your thighs, making you jump. His fingers press against your slit, feeling the slick drooling out of you in your arousal and excitement. 

A yelp slices through the air as he smacks your pussy, making you jump again. “Tub.” He growls and you move automatically, pushing the shower curtain to the side before climbing in. 

Goosebumps form on your skin as you settle in the tub, the cold porcelain pebbling your nipples. You rub your thighs together as he begins to strip revealing his smooth skin and the scars that mark his body. He had never told you about them, but then again, you might not have been able to know much. You don’t know much about his time in the military, though probably for good reason. He wants to separate himself from that as much as possible now. 

That’s why he decided to take an omega now. That’s why he chose you. 

Your eyes trail his form, perfect like he was chiseled from marble. Your eyes trail down his body to that patch of dark hair that trails between his thighs and down below the waistband of his pants. The bulge in his pants looks almost painful as he stands there, letting you look. Your toes curl as he drops his pants, the thick length between his legs swinging as he steps out of them. A moan leaves your lips as you stare at it, your back arching as the instinct to show off for your alpha takes over. Your pussy clenches as you think back just a few days ago when he’d fucked you properly for the first time, rutting against your ass as he licked your neck, preparing you to take his knot and be claimed. 

He grins, staring at your breasts as you push out your chest, making yourself seem as attractive as possible to his alpha. He approaches the tub, not wasting anymore time as he steps in so he’s standing at your feet. He nudges at your leg and you get the hint, draping one leg over the edge of the tub, the other foot resting on the lip against the wall so you’re spread open for him. He purrs as he stares down at your slick folds drooling with arousal. His eyes trail up your body to your face as he licks his lips.

He steps up closer to you, standing between your spread legs. His hand grips his cock, thick fingers curling around the length. His other hand rests against the wall behind you as he leans over you, letting out a grunt. Your eyes are trained on his cock as he squeezes his hand around it, focusing hard. He has to be desperate after he chugged almost two liters of water over the last two hours in preparation. 

“Fuck,” He groans as the first bit dribbles out, splashing against your stomach. 

You moan as the musky scent of him floats around you, mixing with your own arousal. He angles his cock downward, a steady stream beginning to flow out of him. It’s warm as it hits your skin, your head tilting back against the wall as he relieves himself, his scent coating your skin to mark his territory. You moan as the warm liquid trails down your skin and drips onto the cold porcelain beneath you. 

He pushes his hips back, shifting his aim to your pelvis. You let out a high pitched moan as his piss slides through your folds, mixing with the slick gushing out of you.

“Fuck...” He groans again, watching your hips buck as you clench around nothing. “Up.” He says, bending down to grip your arms. 

You nearly slip as you hurry to stand, moving instinctively as you turn, pressing your hands into the wall as you push your hips back. There’s no preparation needed as he pushes into you, only a slight burn at the stretch but you’re too gone to care. He pushes his hips against your ass, fingers closing around your hips to hold you steady as he begins to fuck you. 

His thrusts are sharp, jolting your body with every thrust. You push against the wall to hold yourself steady, watching his piss drip off of you, droplets sliding down your legs. The scent of him is strong in the air, the alpha musk going straight to your brain. It satisfies that deep instinctual need to be marked as his, as his territory. 

“Come on, come on.” He grunts, his hips slapping against your ass. He pushes into you fully with a moan before warmth floods your passage. He lets out a deep groan, harmonizing with yours as you realize what’s happening. 

The warm fluid pushes up against your walls, filling you full. Your legs shake at the sensation, the knowledge that he’s claiming you in every way he can. His hands are bruising around your hips as he holds you still, pressed flush against him as he empties his bladder inside of you. The pressure almost becomes too much, some of his piss forced out around his cock from the sheer volume of it. It streams down your legs, coating your skin in his scent. 

You could cum just like this, spread wide around his cock and full of his piss. He holds you still as you try to rut back against him, forcing some of his piss out of you. It splatters against the bottom of the tub, wafting his scent up around you. 

“Mine.” He growls, one of his hands moving from your hip to push against your pelvis. 

A high pitched moan echoes in the otherwise silent bathroom, the pressure almost too much. He thrusts into you a couple times before he pulls out, his piss spurting out of you immediately. It splashes against the bottom of the tub, your legs shaking as it’s forced out of you by the fluttering of your pussy. 

He’s immediately inside you again, picking up the pace he’d kept before. His thrusts are wet from the piss coating your skin and his, liquid dripping out of you and sliding down your legs still. 

His scent nearly drowns you, your eyes rolling back as his fingers rub circles over your clit. You don’t last much longer, cumming around his cock with a shriek. He doesn’t let up, still circling your clit as his other arm slips around you, pulling you up against his chest. You’re on your toes, hands pushing against his arms as he holds you up. 

“Do it.” He groans against the side of your head, holding you tighter. “Mark me.” 

You let out a whine, trying to relax your body as he thrusts into you. His hand leaves your clit to push against your pelvis, aiming his thrusts so his cock pushes against your full bladder. It almost hurts, being full for so long and now being bullied by the head of his cock. 

His thrusts still as you push back against his chest, hands gripping his arms as your bladder releases, your own piss dribbling down your folds and his cock where it’s spreading you open. He groans, the sound low and drawn out as it drips down his balls, coating him in your scent. 

Your breathing hitches as you finally get relief, your piss mixing with his on your legs, your scents creating a cocktail of musk and sweetness. There’s no denying it now as he continues to thrust into you. You’ve been marked and so has he. You squeal as his knot expands, your legs slipping to push against the edges of the tub to open yourself wider for him. 

His knot spreads you impossibly wide, warm with the last bit of your piss being forced out of you as he pops it in. The relief is almost better than the stretch of his knot, the painful pressure in your abdomen finally gone. He cums inside you, filling you up with a different kind of warmth. 

He grunts against your ear as you squeeze around him, his knot forcing an orgasm from you, milking every last drop of his cum into your body. 

“Bloody fucking hell.” He groans, both of you standing there for a moment. You’re trembling, his arms the only thing holding you up. 

His knot tugs inside of you as he slowly maneuvers you so you’re sitting in the tub again. You’re in his lap, legs spread over his. His hands slide down your stomach, pushing against the bulge in your pelvis. You let out a whine as it pushes his cock against your walls, one last little bit of piss dribbling out of you and down over his balls. 

He chuckles, sliding his hands down to your thighs, rubbing his hands over the mix of your piss and his on your skin. “Few weeks.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your head. “Then we get to do it all over again.” 

Your pussy flutters at the thought, squeezing around his knot as you let out a pleased purr. 

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[cillivnz]

a good host [k. heisenberg]

PAIRING — KARL HEISENBERG x DIMITRESCU!READER

TROPE — DBF! [here, mother’s friend, no really close relation] WORD COUNT — 2469

WARNINGS — NSFW. 18+. fem!reader. f!masturbation, usage of sex toys, virgin!reader, voyeurism, hefty age-gap (reader is in early 20s, Karl is in his 50s), vaginal fingering, innocence/corruption kink, cursing, pet-names (bunny, little girl, etc.), slight degradation (he calls you a whore), slightly mean!Karl, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, squirting, overstimulation, clit-play.

A/N — i just think heisenberg would be a good fuck, that’s it— that’s what motivated this. i’m slowly rising like a phoenix out of the fires of writer’s block, so, slowly but surely i’m trying to get back on track with my requests and works. though, a full comeback might take a few months. no mention of Alcides [ gender-bent Lady Dimitrescu ], didn’t want to jinx the two verses, so Alcina is Alcina.

more from my ‘resident evil: village’ world.

“FUCK,” YOU GROAN as you shut the door to your chambers behind you.

you’d excused yourself for the umpteenth time, now inconsiderate of how rude you would seem to the man you’ve been leaving all alone in the cold and empty dining room of your manor.

well, your mother’s.

and a friend, too.

well, not a friend.

Karl Heisenberg and Alcina Dimitrescu would prefer the term, “(unfortunate) associates”, but manners run well in a noble’s blood so it’s natural for the two to try and be cordial.

and it’s the same manners, the same etiquettes instilled in you that have put you in this state.

flushed, embarrassed, and wet.

you couldn’t bare to look Heisenberg in the eye while he made small talk with you in your home.

his round, black glasses were perched on the tip of his strong nose, his hat, like a loyal companion, sat next to him on a wooden chair, his greyed hair, out and frisky. his overcoat had been long abandoned, perhaps, at the very entrance to the castle, so his beige undershirt, clasped around his big broad muscles and softer belly didn’t go unnoticed by you.

fuck, the more you took in his appearance, the hotter became the air in the room, your ability to breathe and the more frantically you’d rub some friction between your thighs.

YOU’VE FOUND KARL HEISENBERG INSATIABLE since you were a little girl, which you still were in his eyes, as he painfully reminded you every time by referring to you by that and nothing else. as of lately, your urges around him have worsened.

since your eighteenth birthday, Heisenberg’s began to look at you a little differently.

he listens carefully to the squeaky little bunny that’s lately got the balls to interrupt her own mother and company, correct them in political matters. yeah, Heisenberg’s began to notice you. earlier, your greetings would be dismissed with a nonchalant wave in the air, but now? heisenberg could hear you talk for hours, so desperately wanting to hear the sultry tone of your voice that he’d ask to hear the same story about your earliest memory hunting, over and over again.

so, to say he felt appalled by your frequent exits from your evening together— an evening he had committed to your mother, had Alcina been home— was an understatement.

after the third time you had left him alone, his impatience and ego got the best of him, though there was an undertone of curiosity there, too. so, he, sly as a fox, followed you to your room.

your back was pressed against the door, muffling your cries while you rubbed your clit down with a toy. you were in a trance, mind fogged with painful lust that drove your legs on its own fervour. you sink into your bed, ripping your dress off of yourself in a swift motion, and hiding your bare skin with a poor excuse of a duvet.

your toy was swimming in your slick with every rub against your cunt.

“fucking hell,” you moaned when the tip of the toy nudged your slit, massaging your hole, easing in only to pull out immediately.

while you edged yourself, thoughts of Karl crawled in, like their usual tendency. you fantasised about his big hands, how they were resting on your knee for a brief second, before continued sipping on his earl grey tea.

you sighed when his name escaped your parted lips. you wanted nothing more than to be split open on his cock, at his mercy. your mother would be so ashamed if she ever finds out one of her most disliked friends is the prime source of your infatuation.

you think about his lips on yours, your breasts, his fingers inside you, on your clit— you whined, “this so wrong, but fuck me,”

AND KARL HEISENBERG COULDN’T AGREE MORE.

admiring you from afar, he couldn’t help but feel a twitch of arousal in his pants. he is no damn saint, but he knew it was wrong of him to enter your room without permission. not his fault, your moans sounded like cries, so you worried him, he just wanted to make sure you’re okay. and his reason for staying to watch the show? well, like i said, he’s no goddamn saint. he just wants to make sure you’re really okay.

“so this is what you keep hopping off to do, little bunny.” his thunderous voice roared in the quiet of your room, the transatlantic accent deeper once laced with lust and mischief.

you jolted upright, “L-Lord Heisenberg!” you clutched the duvet to your chest, failing to cover a breast, still, and his eyes were quick to catch your mistake.

“please, call me Karl.”

“you seemed to have no problem in moaning it.”

you froze, clenching involuntarily around the the length of your penetrating toy.

“i—”

“shh, it’s okay.” your stammering was interrupted by a single step taken by Karl closer to you.

“i don’t mind, bunny.” he cooed, softly.

he took this moment to admire you.

you looked like a deer caught in headlights. your doe eyes, furrowed brows, plump, parted lips, the subtle perspiration settled on your collarbone, the duvet clinging to your cleavage and your pebble-like nipples peaking through it.

“i’m just mad you had to hide the show from me.” by the time those words leave his mouth, he’s on the foot of your bed. “thought Mama Dimitrescu would’ve taught you better, sweet girl.” he ‘tsk’ed.

“A GOOD HOST ISN’T SELFISH, HM?”

“A GOOD HOST LETS THE GUEST JOIN IN ON THE FUN,” he says; nods convincingly. a gentle hand inching towards your blanketed body, ready to peel the duvet off and expose you in all vulnerability.

he eyes you for a moment, face searching for any sign of hesitation or discomfort, but was pleased to see you rip all coverings off yourself on your own, grabbing Karl by the hand and pulling him towards you.

his face was so close to yours, you felt heat emitting from your body onto his.

“now, little bunny, are you sure yo—”

you cut him off by placing a kiss of fervency on his lips, giving Heisenberg the answer to questions he was yet to ask.

he let you enjoy the lead for a brief moment more, before taking control. laying you down, Karl was quick to climb on top of you, his hands not wasting a minute to feel your body beneath him.

“i’d be lying if i said i didn’t want this, too, little bunny.” you gasped at the confession, Karl using your parted lips as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth.

you were kissing your mother’s friend, holy fuck.

“tell me, baby,” he pulled away, eliciting a whine from you. he now laid besides you, relishing the warmth of your bare body.

“‘you ever put a real cock in there?” his hand grabbed a hold of the toy, easing in the tip into your slick folds.

your mind went blank, grinding your hips slowly into the sudden intrusion. “when i ask you a question, little girl, you answer it.” Heisenberg’s voice deepened in dominance. “n-no, sir.” you shook your head.

Karl groaned in arousal.

the thought of stripping away your innocence was so intoxicating.

“of course not. that brute dame knows better than to let you out of this shithole.” he scoffs, evidently insulting your mother, for reasons he named himself, “the minute you ought to step out, men would be pouncing on you like rabid dogs.”

he didn’t stop pumping the toy inside you, agonisingly slow, leaving you whining and begging for more.

“you want more, huh, bun?” he spoke so gently. you nodded, unable to form words because of the aching sensation between your legs.

“okay, i’ll give you more.” he lifted you up like you weighed a feather, placing you between his legs. his own were positioned between yours, so all it took for him to have you spread out was just a nudge of his knees.

“there we go, now spread that pretty pussy for me.” he rested his head on your shoulder, watching eagerly while you hesitated a little to comply.

he put his hands on yours,

and they fit like pieces of an intricate puzzle.

enveloping your smaller ones completely, his hands guided yours to spread your pussy open. the cold air of your room hit your leaking slit, causing you to shudder in his arms.

“look at you glistening, baby.”

“my god,” he groaned, rubbing your hand (and his atop) into your slick.

you sighed into the feeling of your soft hands, mixed with his large, rough ones.

“show me how you please that little pussy.” he whispered in your ear, kissing your lobe.

you nodded, biting your lower lip at his vulgarity.

a lord, yet so crude.

you began toying with your clit, rubbing figure-eights on the swollen bud. Karl’s hands wasted no time in fondling your breasts— groping, squeezing, twisting your nipples, tugging at them— only adding more pleasure to the sensation.

“ease one in.”

you weren’t sure what he mumbled until he decided to take matters into his own hands (literally) and rubbed a finger against your slit.

you swore you forgot how to breath when the sharp sensation of the digit penetration was felt.

“Karl…” you moaned, relishing in the feel of being stretched open.

“what do you think about when you touch yourself?” he asked, velvety voice dripping honey on you.

simply answered, “you.”

he kissed your neck, “i know, bunny. but what in specific?”

“uh~”

“tell me.” he grunted, pushing another finger inside.

“y-your hands… i think about your fingers… inside me.”

you mewed hearing him groan in your ear, the subtle nuzzle of his head into your neck urged you to continue. “‘want nothing more than your cock pounding me— wanna be at your mercy, Karl!”

“fuck, baby,” Karl groaned at your vulgarity; even you were surprised at the profanities leaving your lips but the lust hazed cloud in your mind burst with rains of arousal.

“i’ll give what you want for being such a good girl.” he purred in your ear, discarding the drenched toy. your whine at the loss of contact turned into a gasp when he so carelessly threw away your toy to the corner of the room.

you looked up at him through your lashes, feigning faux offense at the abandonment of your favourite companion on a lonely night. “don’t worry,” assured Karl, grinning.

“you won’t be needin’ that no more.” he grinned, plunging two of his thick digits right into your core.

you were stretched like a spring at the hands of this rugged noble. he nuzzled his head into your collarbones, the rugged stubble adorning his handsome face prickling your soft flesh.

Karl bit, licked, sucked, and nibbled, while you writhed, moaned, shivered, and cried in ecstasy.

“such a naughty girl— ‘acting so noble and sophisticated all the time, but when Mama’s friend comes in sight, you start cussing like a sailor with the libido of a pervy sleazeball.” he chuckled at his own descriptions of you, while you hadn’t registered a word he said, simply clenching and unclenching around his experienced fingers, moaning his name with every haggard breath.

“c-close!” you hiccuped, tears staining your rosy face.

“god, you’re so beautiful.” Karl groaned, licking the shell of your ear. you shuddered, not knowing if it was at his lewd actions or the mere compliment.

Karl breathed in your scent, your sensual oud suppressed by the sweet fragrance of your arousal.

he pulled out his fingers.

you began crying.

“why…?” you sobbed, “because,” he explained.

“you’ve not been a very good host, baby girl— leaving your guest waiting like that. only fair you don’t get release this soon, hm?”

he cooed his justification and you weeped like you had committed the most heinous crime.

your hole fluttered around the damp, chill air of your room. gaping around the new nothingness that replaced the stuffed fulfilling treatment you were receiving prior.

“please, i’m sorry— i’m… i’ll do better next time—”

“next time?” Karl was quick to intervene.

“what makes you think there’ll be a ‘next time’?”

your glassy eyes widened, “please, Karl, i’m begging you.”

“hm…” he hunched over your shoulder, chin prodding into your shoulder blade while he looked over at you, nonchalantly. not even an ounce of remorse, amusement, if anything.

“okay. since Mommy taught you manners,”

he rammed his fingers back into your cunt, a look of devilish glee spread across his face.

in and out, in and out, in and curl.

you screamed when he hit that spongy spot inside of you, dead-on. Karl was quick to cover your mouth.

“now, now, we don’t want sweet ol’ Pasha hearing us, do we?” he slowed, referring to the chamberlain that’s often posted right outside your door. you shook your head, urging him to go faster like he was.

“good fucking girl,” he groaned, feeling you pulsate around his wrinkled fingers.

“give me a show, host. make it worth the hours you kept me waiting. ‘dry and hangin’.” he nudged your legs wider, further apart with his knees. the hand that covered your pretty lips now wrapped itself around your own hand.

a sweet moment that lasted mere seconds, he took your interlaced fingers and placed them on your clit, shaking your hand fervently.

your brows furrowed, vision blurred as you peaked. afraid you can’t let go, but he’ll make you.

he’ll make you lose control, just like he’s made you his.

with one last push, or shove of his fingers, he quickly pulled them out, and broke the dam of pleasure.

your slick gushed out of your drooling cunt, drenching everything, including the two of you, nearby.

Karl chuckled, triumphantly. still rubbing fervently at your overstimulated clit, urging more of your juices to squirt out.

“now, that’s a show, darling.” he chuckled, grabbing your flushed face by the chin and connecting your lips to a passionate, chaste kiss.

when you closed your legs, he slapped your thigh, causing you to wince and jerk them open.

“—the hell are you doing?” he asked, seemingly offeneded.

“are you kicking me out?” he raised a brow, a sarcastic smile threatening to break on his face.

“b-but i thought we were—”

“done? oh, no, baby. you left me alone in that dining room thrice this evening.”

“this was just the first of three.”

“now, ass up, face down.” he manhandled you in the blink of an eye.

“your guest’s gotta entertain himself.”

he chuckled, and you nearly choked when you felt something mean, and thick prodding at your abused folds.”

you were in for a long night with your guest.

pt. II. main masterlist. blog directory. COCKUETTE MASTERLIST.

[madschiavelique]

Because I live for soft Dom! Miguel, Miguel (as a soft! Dom, ofc) x fem!reader where it's her first time? Just fluff & smut? If you're okay with that, of course.

anything to satisfy a soft dom <33 (i once again got carried away and wrote a bit too much fvhsdfeefg)

pairing : fem!reader x soft!dom miguel o'hara summary : your first time with softdom!miguel content warnings : SMUT (18+) minors dni, masturbation, fingering, pnv sex - unprotected (be safe kids), praise kink, softdom!miguel, fem!reader, no use of Y/N, miguel is so reassuring in this word count : 3,9k tag list : @fandom-ash

You and Miguel had been together for a while now, and everything was going swimmingly. You'd moved into his quarters, which you'd been squatting in long before you officially moved in, and everything was superb.

Romantically speaking? Perfect, the two of you even managed to surprise each other with your shared affections and thoughts.

Mentally? You pushed each other up, faced the bad times with each other and got through the good ones together too.

Sexually?

Sexually...

That was a step you hadn't taken yet. You'd never had the chance to taste the desires of the flesh, not necessarily because you didn't want to, but let's just say you'd never found the opportunity.

And although Miguel's initiative swayed from time to time, he didn't seem to want to trespass on this subject. You'd already discussed the theme a little, mostly in relation to Miguel's experiences, which he at least possessed. But it seemed that, as long as you didn't make the first move on it, he wouldn't.

You thought about it, about how it would be like to feel his hands roaming over your body as his lips kissed yours. You were picturing his hands moving slowly down your hips, one of them gripping your thigh...

The apartment was empty, there was nobody but you, Miguel was at work, and your frustration had to be satisfied. You settled more comfortably into your bed, inhaling softly as you slipped your hand under the elastic of your panties.

You brushed against your clit, its sensitivity heightened as your thoughts drifted back to Miguel. You breathed softly, your fingers going a little lower and feeling your wetness between your lips.

You let out a hum between as you closed your eyes, imagining that it wasn't your hand, but Miguel's. You slid one of your fingers up and down until it reached your the ball of nerves again, the sensation giving you a little jolt of electricity.

You brought the collar of the T-shirt you'd been wearing closer to your nose. You were wearing one of Miguel's shirts with your panties, and his scent was impregnated into the fabric.

You imagined him, kissing your neck and lips as he inserted a finger. You let out a small sigh of frustration as your fingers were undoubtedly half as small as his. They could probably touch parts of you you couldn't reach with just your fingers.

"Miguel..." you murmured as you inserted a second finger, the cloud of heat in your lower belly spreading.

You felt hot, curving your fingers into you as best you could. How would he do it? What movements would he make? What words would he say to you?

"Nena?"

The front door had just closed, you'd heard it, and you still had a few seconds before Miguel reached your bedroom.

Quickly you pulled your hand out of your panties almost in panic, wiping your fingers on your thigh before raising yourself up and pretending that... you took a look around the room, searching for a good distraction. The computer? No, it was turned off; turning it on would take too long for a good alibi. A book? No, he'd probably ask you how you'd got on with your reading and you'd have to invent a scenario on the spot. Your phone?

You grabbed it, pretending to scroll through one of your social medias as Miguel entered the room. He offered you a gentle smile, walking over to your bed and sitting down next to you before dropping onto you.

"How was work?" you asked, trying to relax, putting your phone down on the bedside table to stroke his hair, your sinner hand hidden under the comforter.

You knew Miguel had a particularly keen sense of smell, and you dreaded that he might notice something different. He'd managed to smell when you were menstruating the other time, and had been very helpful then, and you suspected he must smell when you were ovulating... but could he smell sexual desire?

"Boring," he sighed as he rolled his head until his cheek rested on your breast.

How would he touch it if it was naked? How would he caress your skin? Would he kiss it?

"How was your day?" he asked, his eyes locked in yours.

You looked at his lips, where would they kiss? What would his tongue do? Where would he bite?

"Boring," you whispered, half present in the conversation, all your thoughts turned to him.

Did he too have moments like the one you'd just had while you were away? Did he touch himself while thinking of you? Did he whisper your name when this happened?

"Is everything okay? You seem... distracted?" he questioned, straightening his head until his chin was between your breasts, one of his eyebrows raised.

You bit the inside of your cheek, tucking your hand under the comforter on your thigh as you tried to think of an answer.

"Yeah!" you said first a little too eagerly and hastily, "yeah, everything's fine."

He frowned, and made a simple movement that made you shiver: he sniffed.

His eyes changed suddenly from tenderness to surprise, his lips parted as he sniffed again. He sat up straighter, turning his head to where your hand was under the comforter, and you swallowed silently. His eyes returned to yours, interested.

"Show me your hand."

He would know, or he already did. You looked at him, feeling your cheeks heat up. The color of your shame reflected in the darkness of his eyes.

"I won't repeat myself," he warned.

There was no point in opposing Miguel, because no matter whether you showed him or not, he wouldn't hesitate to grab your wrist. He had the strength, he could handle you.

You lowered your eyes, unable to meet his gaze as you pulled your hand from the comforter. You could only see the mark the elastic of your panties had left on your wrist: of course he'd know.

He took your wrist, his thumb tracing over the trace that had been left, his eyes returning to yours. You didn't dare look at him.

"Look at me."

You weren't going to keep him waiting, you knew his patience had limits. Your eyes met his, intrigued, oscillating between teasing and serious.

"Did you touch yourself while I was gone?"

You breathed out, chewing your cheek as you nodded shyly. He chuckled, his lip stretching.

"What were you touching yourself to?"

You bit your lip, lowering your chin and inhaling before letting out in a whisper:

"You..."

He moved his head closer to yours until you were so close your noses were about to brush.

"What did you say?"

You pressed your lips into a thin line before letting out a sigh, the warmth of his breath on your skin sending tingles through your skull.

"I was touching myself... while thinking of you," you managed to say.

A sincere proud smile appeared on his lips, his tongue running over his teeth.

"What was I doing, in your thoughts?" he questioned as the hand holding yours unclenched, his fingers moving up your arm, brushing against your skin.

"You were," a small breath choked in your throat, "you were touching me."

"Where?" he questioned as his hand moved from your arm to your hip.

"Down there..." you murmured as your noses now touched.

"How did it feel?" he asked as his hand moved down your hip to your thigh.

Your lips were so close, and the sensations his hand gave you running over your skin delicious.

"Like I needed more," you admitted.

"More?" he hummed as his hand moved down your inner thigh.

"Yes, more than my fingers... I needed you, need you."

You felt his fingers moving up your skin, awakening small currents of electricity in your veins that seemed to light up as he passed.

"Tell me what you need now." he demanded as his lips kissed the corner of yours.

You felt yourself heating up, the cloud of desire spreading again in your lower belly like a summer fog.

"I need you, now."

He let out a breath of relief against your skin, brushing temptingly against your lips again before only pulling away to face you, looking into your eyes.

"Do you want it?" he asked seriously. "You want to have sex with me?"

You looked up at him, nodding, the urge climbing by the second.

"I don't take silences as an answer for this, nena." he warned.

"Yes," you replied, "I want to."

"Are you sure?" he assured, his hand now making circular movements against your inner thigh, "once I start I don't think i'm gonna be able to stop."

"Yes, I'm sure." you confirmed.

He looked at you for a moment, contemplating the truth in your eyes, then came to kiss your lips softly, a shared moan of relief escaping from both your mouths.

You let your hand trail up the back of his neck, your fingers threading through his hair as his hand moved slowly up to your panties.

His thumb reached your covered cunt, grazing it through the fabric as your lips let out a whimper of ease. He made slow, circular movements against it, your breath trembling slightly against his wet lips.

"Can I?" he asked as his fingers worked their way up to the elastic of your underwear.

"I'll let you do anything if you just touch me now," you let out in a breath as you came back to kiss him.

He smiled against your lips, responding to the kiss with more intensity as his fingers reached under the elastic and pulled down. You raised your hips to help him, and retracted your knees against you so he could remove them completely.

"You're already so wet," he remarked as your panties were completely soaked.

You bit your lip as he got rid of your underwear and came to kiss you again.

His hand resumed its journey, moving up between your thighs again until finally reaching your crotch. The feel of his fingers against your bare skin made you open your lips even wider with a moan, giving Miguel the chance to slip his tongue in.

You felt one of his fingers press between your lips, gently moving up and coating them as his thumb circled your clit. He swallowed every whimper you made.

"May I?" he asked between pecks.

"Yes, please," you breathed, as if bewildered by his kisses and touch.

"Mira que buena," he smiled.

And you felt him sink his first finger in, and you drew in a shaky breath. His finger alone already filled you as if you'd used two of your own. He kissed your cheek tenderly, sinking it a little deeper into you.

His thumb resumed its circular movements over your clit as his finger gently took on a little back-and-forth rhythm, curving slightly upwards.

He came to kiss your chin, your jaw, gradually moving down to the nape of your neck to kiss its crook as he inserted a second finger, your breath becoming jerky for a few seconds.

He undulated his fingers like a wave inside you, his lips kissing the warm skin of your neck as your hand moved down from his neck to his shoulder, pressing your fingers into it and clinging to his still-covered skin.

Miguel was beginning to feel more uncomfortable in his clothes, specifically in the crotch part. The sounds you made, the smell you had, the feel of his fingers inside you, everything was intoxicating to the point where he was tight in his costume.

The movements around your clit accelerated, and you felt the cloud tighten in your belly. Your heart was pounding, and you felt the heat prickle in your cheeks as you sensed yourself getting close to your climax.

"Miguel," you articulated between your lips, the latter returning to kiss you, "I'm close."

He bit your bottom lip, accelerating the circular movements.

"Come for me nena," he said softly, kissing your lips.

The cloud tightened further, and then everything exploded at once, your hips straightening as a second heart was born between your thighs and beating throughout your body. All vibrating with desire, your hand tightened on Miguel's arm as the other gripped the sheets.

He kissed your temple gently, letting you come down from your high, patiently. But you had almost no patience left, you'd been unable to feel this way since you'd gotten together, and you couldn't tolerate any more waiting.

"I want you inside me," you breathed against the skin of his cheek.

He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes. A dark gleam burned deep in them, and you realized soon enough that he'd been dreaming for far too long now that you'd utter that phrase.

"Before we go any further," he began, however, "I want you to breathe with me, okay?"

He inhaled, and you followed his lead.

"Match my inhale, and exhale... look me in the eyes."

Your two breaths were synchronized, your eyes plunged into his. You didn't necessarily expect him to tell you to make this kind of movement, but it's true that you felt a little more relaxed that way. Every first time could sometimes be accompanied by a slight nervousness, but this simple gesture immediately helped to calm you down.

"That's it, good," he nodded. "It'll come in handy in no time."

He bit his lip, then positioned himself correctly above you and the depixelation of his suit began.

You followed each colored cube as it deformed to reveal a little more of his torso every second. You'd obviously seen Miguel with his shirt off before, but seeing him in this context was much more different.

Pixels vanished one by one, down to his crotch, finally revealing him whole. You swallowed... There's no way that's going to fit.

You'd seen pornography before, and you were quite used to seeing the normal size in these latest videos. But this was way beyond the norm.

"Like what you see?" he asked, laughing lightly.

Worried would be a more fitting term, you thought.

"Miguel that's..." the words almost failed you, "that's not going to fit."

He bent down to kiss you gently, caressing your cheek to reassure you.

"It will, because we’re made for each other. All you have to do is relax for me."

He came to kiss you again, tenderly, his hands grasping the edges of your shirt and lifting it up. You didn't have to worry about anything, Miguel would be there to make sure everything went smoothly. He'd never hurt you, and you knew that perfectly.

You settled back properly underneath him, spreading your legs a little wider as he gripped your hip to stabilize you neatly. He continued to kiss you gently, then your hand, hitherto clinging to the sheets, relaxed to rest on his chest.

It travelled down his side, settling on his hip, and Miguel let out a low groan. He pulled away from your lips, and you felt a twinge of nervousness: had you done something wrong? But he immediately reassured you:

"It's okay, you can touch me." he said, kissing your cheek, a little laugh bubbling in his throat. "I think I just liked that a little too much."

You exhaled softly, relaxed. And it was in the seconds that followed that you felt his cock against you. You felt his hard, warm skin brushing against your body.

You undulated your pelvis upwards, finally feeling his full length pressing against your lower abdomen. Miguel let out another grunt as he kissed your jaw and moved down to your neck again.

You then moved your hand down to your belly, and your fingers met it. You traced his length, his breath colliding against the skin of your neck. His pelvis undulated against you, seeking more friction.

You shaped your hand into a kind of bridge over him, starting to move back and forth slowly feeling the hardness under your fingers. His sighs melted into moans against your skin.

How long had he wanted you to touch him like this?

His hips kept undulating against you, and soon you were both feeling the same thing, thinking the same thought : You needed more.

Then, returning to kiss you, Miguel caressed your hand before taking his cock in his and rubbing against your glistening cunt. He let his tip slide between your lips, raising and lowering it to coat it with you.

He kissed your lips again, his hand from his arm braced near your head coming to caress your cheek.

"Remember to breathe, okay?" he said softly, "if at any moment you feel uncomfortable, or simply don't want to continue, let me know."

You nodded gently.

"Okay." you answered.

He smiled softly, then lightly thrust his head into you.

You inhaled, your breath trembling as both your hands came to rest on his back, holding Miguel tightly against you. His free hand came to stroke your hair, murmuring soft "Shh, shh..." against your ear.

"Breath," he encouraged, kissing your cheek as he sank a little deeper into you.

Salty drops tore at the strange pallor of a secret. Those words, so strong, so warm, that he whispered against your skin, felt like a caress.

You were gradually loosening up again, the previous orgasm Miguel had made you experience having probably helped you relax properly. Otherwise, even with good lub, you could've never done this.

"That's it, you're doing good mami," he murmured as he managed to thrust deeper, "just a little more."

And seconds later, he was fully inside you. You could feel him stretching you out, filling you in every corner of yourself.

"So warm nena... te sientes increíble" sighed Miguel as he came back to face you.

You could feel yourself blushing, all those sensations making you feel like you didn't know where to put yourself.

"What a pretty blush," he smiled.

The single remark made you go as red as a tomato, so much that you brought one of your hands up to your face, hiding your eyes.

"Hey," Miguel whispered, kissing your lips and then pushing his nose against your hand to move it away, "no." Then, gently grabbing your wrist to move your hand to the side of your head, he said "Don't hide it. Why so shy?"

You bite your lip.

"I've never done this before," you whispered.

He came over and caressed your cheek, his thumb tracing your skin with love.

"No need to be shy," he assured you, "it's just you and me."

And he was right, it was just the two of you in that moment, one in the other, the other in one, united: one was the other, and both were one.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, kissing your eyelid, the simple movement making him move against you and wringing a small moan from you.

"It's okay," you affirmed, sighing softly against him.

"Let me know as soon as you feel ready," he murmured against your skin, still stroking your hair.

By the time you were used to it properly, you let your hand placed on his back caress his skin, moving up his spine, making him arch his back and breathe out an open-mouthed sigh.

The thumb of his hand still around your wrist caressed the plump part of your skin, the one just before it advanced to the hollow of your palm.

This moment of sensitivity in all that heat was sweet, and soon enough you felt comfortable enough to rock your hips, biting your lip.

Miguel exchanged a glance with you. His fingers brushed your hand, sliding a little further down your palm until they settled between the slits of yours and he pulled back slightly before thrusting into you.

Your fingers tightened around his, each breath you let out mingling with a soft moan.

His rhythm was slow at first, letting you get used to the feel of his movements. He filled you completely, filling every inch of your being without exception and awakening all kinds of sensations inside you.

It was like you were warm all over, every thrust forward and back touching delicious points.

"Do you like the way that feels, nena?"

"Mhm, yes," you stammered as your mind failed to focus on anything other than all the sensations your body was beginning to experience.

He picked up the pace slightly, his hand settling on your belly, feeling under his fingers the sensation of his own dick sinking into you.

"Gosh, you feel so good."

And your eyes plunged into his, and it was as if the world around you no longer existed, that there was only this moment you were the only ones to share.

Your hands in each other, your eyes in each other, your two bodies and hearts connected: nothing could take you from this.

He came to kiss you as if you held the air that belonged to him, his hand coming further down between your two bodies, coming to caress your clit.

You sighed a groan, your walls tightening around him and in turn drawing a grunt from him. The mingled sensation of his coming and going and the friction he was giving you would undoubtedly make you come soon enough.

Everything was hot. Your fingers scratched his back, your nails leaving pink lines in their wake.

Everything had this tingly warmth, and it felt like you had a rubber band in your belly that was stretching dangerously.

"Tell me when you're going to come nena," Miguel asked breathlessly, slightly picking up his pace again.

The sound of your skins slapping against each other started to repeatedly fill the room, along with the moans you let out.

The cloud of heat in your lower belly rose up to your back. Miguel came over and kissed your neck, nibbling lightly and licking between pecks and sucking.

You were drowning in sensations, your hand tightening around Miguel's as the other went from his back to his hair and tightened.

He let out grunts against your skin, accelerating his thrusts and circular movements around your clit.

You felt the elastic stretch even further, sensing the orgasm coming.

"Miguel, I'm gonna," but you didn't finish your sentence, too disoriented by all the sensations you were feeling.

He came back to face you, kissing you hungrily before pulling away and looking at you.

"Eyes on me," he asked before sighing at ease. "I want to see you."

Your eyes fell on his again, and you felt your heart racing and cheeks tingling once more before the rubber band snapped.

It was as if lightning had struck metal, spreading from your core to your entire body in a completely electrifying way. Waves of heat were bringing sparkling stars to the shores of your body.

Until now, Miguel had managed to contain himself, not to come simply by penetrating you, even though this had been a real torment. But the sensation of your walls closing in so tightly around him disempowered him, and made him come at the same time as you.

You were completely out of breath, Miguel gently decelerating his pace as he came to tenderly kiss your lips.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispered against your skin, "you're my angel."

He placed sweet words on your still-warm body, kissing the back of your hand still in his.

"Next time you want to touch yourself, I want you to call me."

You laugh softly, kissing him lovingly.

This was only the beginning.

[jude-duarte-wannabe]

crepes, english muffin with a side of sparkling water, cider, dark roast served by lewis hamilton please? wife reader trying to help lewis to get off one night where he cant sleep 🥺

watch you sleep

order up!

hi lovely thanks for the request, i have been dying to write this and i took the liberty of making your order is extra sweet, i hope that's okay <3 your requested prompts will be bolded

pairing; lewis hamilton x female wife reader

blurb; your husband wakes you late at night after being gone for months during the race season during which he realized that he can't sleep without you or your help aka needy sub lewis missed his beautiful wife.

warnings; oral fem!receiving, switch!reader cockwarming, body worship, sub!lewis, gentle sex, thigh kisses, belly bulge, riding and somnophilia kink [let me know if i missed anything]

crepes; "go back to sleep, you don't have to be awake for this sweetcheeks" english muffin; "i could die between these legs" sparkling water; gentle sex cider; body worship dark roast; sub character aka lewis and i added coffee; somnophilia kink which this story relates to and victoria sponge; "you wanna hold my hand" for some extra tooth rotting sweetness

currently playing; watch you sleep by girl in red "we're safe here under the sheets, i don't ever wanna leave, i'll watch you sleep and listen to you breathe, i don't ever wanna leave, i'll watch you sleep"

"shit" lewis cursed as he ended up knocking over a lamp before stilling, listening but when he heard nothing he sighed in relief glad to have not woken you up, he trudged into your shared home late in the evening feet heavy and body aching, all he wished for in this moment was to curl up in your arms were he belonged.

he'd been gone for months due to the race season and while you visited when you could, he still couldn't help but miss you every day, his heart aching to be home with you, during their time spent together these past months, george hated how much lewis talked about you mainly because he would never shut up no matter how hard he begged. kicking off his boots as to not risk making any more noise, lewis found himself shuffling towards your bedroom, aching to hold you close but what he found left him speechless as he leaned against the door frame merely watching you sleep peacefully, hair splayed out across the pillows in a way that reminded him of a halo, cheeks rosy from the warm air that blew in from the open window and your nightgown... oh that damn nightgown always drove him completely mad, making him feel like a man starved whenever he saw your body adorned in the light blue fabric. the soft sighs that left your parted lips made his mouth curl up in a smile, you never ceased to make him breathless. you always looked angelic no matter what you did, his own personal angel. he stood there just admiring the beauty that was his wife for the longest time and as you shifted, your leg moved causing your nightgown to rise and reveal even more skin, skin that he was dying to taste.. any air he had breathed in left his lungs and his thoughts died down, the only thing on his mind was you as he sat next your sleeping form, mattress dipping under his weight as his fingers grazed up the skin of your thigh, stopping just below the hem of your nightgown, he smiled at the thought that came to his mind then. moving to lay on his stomach between your legs, his hands running up your thighs taking your nightgown with them until they found a home on your hips where he gently gripped in order to keep himself grounded and not loose his mind at his discovery of you going to bed commando. and while he was glad that there was one less layer between him and you to deal with, he also felt disappointed, he loved the way your lace panties hugged your curves and the way you squeaked when he snapped the band against the skin of your firm ass but most of all he loved tracing the hemline of them until you were begging him to do something, anything. he nuzzled against the skin of your thigh taking in the way you smelled; like strawberries and vanilla, he loved that smell so much that he'd even tried to take your perfume with him when he left so that he could spray it on the pillows in every hotel he stayed at so when he lay awake at night missing you, you seemed just a little bit closer than you actually were. he nuzzled more against your skin beginning to place sweet pecks to your thighs moving up, up, up until he found himself exactly where he wanted to be, his face level with your center and he couldn't stop himself from placing the softest of kisses there too, groaning at the very light taste of you on his lips "i could die between these legs" he mused to himself, pushing your legs further apart eager to taste you.

it could have been the warm breeze that had snuck through the curtains or the chirping crickets outside that woke you, you weren't completely sure as your arms stretched above your head, back arching off the mattress but then you felt it, the soft tickle against your thigh and the deep groan against your core as he licked through your folds, the taste of you sending his brain into overdrive "shit" you cursed, hands darting down to thread through his twisted braids and press against his scalp "lewis.." you mumbled, voice still hoarse from having just woken "go back to sleep, you don't need to be awake for this sweetcheeks" he murmured, his grip upon your hips tightening and the squeak that left you as he tugged you closer so that his tongue could slip inside had him chuckling against your core, sending sparks shooting up your spine "just wanted a taste, missed this sweet little pussy so much" his words warmed you, made you feel even more loved than you already knew you where and while his words couldn't be seen that way to most people, it was the way he said it that would have given his love for you away, the love he held for his angel of a wife. he hummed as your juices met his tongue the sweetness of you overwhelming, he didn't want to leave but when you pulled at his arm, his body listened, climbing over you hands pressed against the mattress either side of your head, he watched as you nibbled on your bottom lip the sight making him needier than he already was, oh how he wanted to bite that lip for himself but when your hands cupped his cheeks, lewis couldn't help but melt letting you pull him close to kiss him.

oh how he had missed this, the press of your lips against his own, the hum you made as his tongue slipped past your parted lips letting you taste yourself, the only sounds that could be heard within the four walls of your bedroom were the rustling of bed sheets and the sounds of your sloppy kiss "missed you so much sweet girl, can't sleep without you" he informed you in between the consistent kisses you continued to press against his lips, loving the taste of him on your tongue, when you pulled away the sultry look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know. rolling onto his back he brought you with him, hips slotted snugly against his own, oh how he loved this sight, his gorgeous wife straddling his lap with her nightgown pushed up around her hips and his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs, bound to leave fingertip bruises to be discovered at a later date. "you gonna let me help sweet boy, let me help you dream" you soothed him, hands pushing his shirt up his body eager to get it off and so when he pulled it over his and tossed it into the corner to be forgotten you couldn't help yourself as you leaned down to kiss across his chest "your so perfect, my sweet boy always is" you mused against his flushed skin as he moaned, unable to hold it in any longer.

the press of your lips against his skin left him feeling euphoric like he was on cloud nine "missed you so such" he hummed, fingers threading through your hair as you kissed his chest paying special attention to his tummy, you loved the feeling of the soft skin against your lips just like he did, lewis loved laying with his head snuggled against your tummy placing kisses to the soft skin every now and then just imagining what it would be like when you were pregnant.

how he'd always wanted to see you pregnant with his child, stomach round and breasts heavy with milk, oh how he would feed from you himself, he thought but was soon distracted from that delicious thought when you kissed across his waistline causing him to gasp, head slamming back against the soft pillows of your shared bed and his sudden movement caused lewis to tug at your hair a little too hard which made you wince "careful baby, you gotta be gentle with me" you giggled, god your laugh never failed to set his heart alight "i'm sorry love" he soothed, rubbing his fingers against your scalp to soothe the ache "i didn't mean to hurt you" he smiled as you hummed from the feeling of his little massage "i know my sweet, i know" you replied, moving back up his body, enjoying his facial expressions when you dipped your hand into his sweatpants to gently stroke his already painfully hard cock.

lewis couldn't believe his luck, how lucky he was to have you and how lucky you were have him "lift your hips for me sweet boy" you asked, tugging his sweatpants off his hips and down his legs, leaving him to kick them off as you once again straddled his hips feeling the tip of his cock poke against your entrance as you kneeled above him slightly and as you sank down on his cock, your pussy clenching around him, lewis pulled you down against his body, chest pressed against his with one hand gripping your hip, the other still tangled in your hair, as you rocked your hips you couldn't help but kiss the beautiful man below you, thumbs running over his cheeks as his cock dragged along your inner walls, it was a feeling you had missed, feeling him so deeply. "so fucking deep lew" you moaned.

your forehead pressed to lewis's as you panted against eachothers mouths, your hips moving faster and faster never wanting to stop. his breath was hot against your face when he jerked his hips up trying to met your thrusts only to have you push them down when you sat back up "tsk tsk tsk, your not the one in charge tonight baby boy" you scolded playfully, balancing yourself by pressing your hands against the damp skin of his chest, the only sounds heard now were the sounds of your hips slamming down against his and the hot pants and moans leaving both of your lips, a euphoric feeling zapped up your spine when lewis pushed your nightgown further up so he could press his hand against the bulge that appeared in your tummy when you rode him like this, lewis loved the sight; in fact it was one of his favorite things in the world and the feeling of him so deep inside of your pussy was one that you'd never forget.

your hum turned into a low moan as you watched him reach for you with grabby hands, eyes begging "you wanna hold my hand" and so your fingers tangled together with his own, holding his hands tight as you bounced up and down on his cock, you knew he was close when his hips starting rutting against your own.

lewis knew he was done for and so he couldn't help himself as he pulled you back down, lips locking with yours in a messy kiss, spit coating both of your faces in the process and then he groaned so deeply you almost came from the sound alone, his arm around your waist forcing your hips down and against his own as his hot cum painted your insides white, rope after rope being released, your pussy clenched around him as your body shook, a tell tale sign of you reaching your own high, juices mixing with his own.

you collapsed against lewis, listening to his erratic heartbeat as his chest rose and fell all while he held you tightly against him so that he could place kisses upon your damp forehead "i fucking love you so much" lewis murmured while his long fingers tangled in your hair, oh how you loved those fingers and the things he could do to you with them.

you kissed at his chest just above his heart "welcome home husband" you giggled which almost sent him into a frenzy once more "don't start wife" he chuckled darkly holding you closer, never wanting to let go again.

it was in this moment that the both of you knew this, right here was your forever. you weren't going to let anyone or anything change that you promised yourself, watching him doze off, cock still buried deep in your cunt growing softer with each passing minute but you couldn't care so long as your sweet boy was content and at peace, this was the perfect forever.

[covetyou]

the best of you, honey, belongs to me

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) chapter warnings: dub con, unprotected P in V, oral (f receiving), creampie, choking, spanking, mild praise kink, potential assault, derogatory names (slut), drug reference, unspecified age gap. word count: 5.5k chapter summary: Joel Miller is an asshole. An asshole and a liar. Right?

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song: NFWMB by Hozier

Joel Miller was a massive fucking liar, you'd realized.

You probably would have been able to guess that before, but as you were stood here, back pushed against a brick wall in an alleyway, it was clear as day.

You'd been dragged down here by two men - a small rat like one and a taller one with a mean look on his face - and thrown against the wall. Your back smarted, and you tried to reason with them, but they were tugging at your clothes and threatening you before you could think of anything useful to say.

They were torn off you as quick as they were on you.

And now, heavy fists were pounding into them, beating into their faces and stomachs as they slouched pathetically against the brick opposite. Joel had found you, somehow noticed in a crowd of people that you were suddenly gone. He had someone with him, they looked similar enough that they could have been family, and both were beating into the men that had dragged you down the alley.

A yelled threat and the two men were hobbling away, beaten and bloody and holding onto themselves in their retreat.

"You okay?"

You're looking at Joel, so it takes a second to register that the other man is addressing you. You slowly turn to him - definitely related - and nod. You're stunned and a little winded more than anything.

Joel is flexing his fist, staring daggers at you. His companion doesn't say another word to you, but you hear him talk in hushed tones to Joel, before Joel mutters something back to him and he walks away.

You should probably be more scared of being alone down an alley with Joel Miller than the other two guys but, though it confuses you, you feel safer than ever. He'd protected you, saved you, and that's how you knew that Joel Miller was a fucking liar.

"C'mon," he growls to you, walking away and expecting you to follow. Of course, you follow, even through the low lying anger and frustration that's still simmering in your belly.

As you walk behind, you watch as he clenches his fist and flexes his hands over and over. Before you know it you're outside his apartment block, being roughly dragged up the stairs by a heavy hand on your arm, dragged down a corridor and deposited in front of his front door. He doesn't look at you as he fishes his key out from an inner pocket on his coat.

"Saw you fuckin' lookin' at me, I told you not to do that shit," he says angrily, throwing you into his apartment and slamming the door closed behind you.

"They hurt you?" You shake your head. "They touch you?" You shake your head again.

His nostrils flair. You can almost hear the bones in his hands creak from how hard he's clenching his fists.

And so you poke the fucking bear again, because what is there to lose. You'd spent all week mulling it over, getting angrier and angrier as you talked yourself in circles. He didn't like you and you definitely didn't like him. You didn't want to kiss him, but also you did. Neither of you cared, but maybe both of you did. Everything was feeling like a lie and all you wanted was the truth. So you poke, bracing yourself for impact.

"You're a liar," you whisper, pulling at the sleeves of your coat.

His eyes immediately snap to yours, and he's making quick work of the distance between you. He's toe to toe with you when he stops, looking down at you, fists still firmly clenched at his sides.

"What did you fuckin' say to me?"

You swallow before you speak again, meek as a mouse but a fire in your belly. "You're a liar. You said you wouldn't look out for me."

"S'that why you kept lookin'? S'that why you got yourself in trouble? To prove some fuckin' point?"

You frown at him - it hadn't been intentional. You were glaring at him when they grabbed you, stuffing a gloved hand over your mouth to keep your scream from being heard. The people around you didn't care, didn't stop what they were doing or go for help. They just left you. But Joel came anyway.

"You think I asked for that?" you say, trying to keep your voice from cracking. You never have and never will cry in front of this man, not like this anyway. You watch as his mouth curls to sneer at you, the fire turning into a sick feeling bubbling up through your belly as you watch his lip raise.

You don't know what comes over you, but you push at his chest, wanting to touch him and get him away from you in equal measure. It takes him by surprise, the force of your push making him stumble back.

You both stare at each other, unmoving for a beat, both shocked that you'd dare to touch him let alone push him. You think maybe you should run, get away before he gets you, but your reactions are slower than his, and you're raising your arms to protect yourself as he makes one big stride over to you.

The blow doesn't come.

He's pulling at your coat, jerking it down your arms, before tugging at the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. It gets caught, and you hear a tear as it catches on your arm, but he keeps pulling anyway. The fabric splits from your body, tattered and ruined as it's discarded on the floor.

"You think I would fuckin' hit you?" he says angrily as he tugs at the rest of your clothes. "You think I would fuckin' hurt you in any way you don't want?"

You have no time to answer before he's manhandling you again, pushing you roughly into his room.

He pushes you forward onto his bed, bending you over and holding you there as he reaches around and tugs at your zipper. You fight to stand, but the weight of his hand keeps you in place as he pulls your pants and panties down in one, leaving them around your knees so you can't run to escape even if you wanted to. Any thought that you could, should, run is already gone. You don't want to, not any more. Whatever he wants to do, whatever anger he has for you, you want it. You want to feel his anger, you want it to burn into yours until you combust.

A hand claps down on your ass and you feel the sting ripple up your back. He wanted that one to hurt, and it did. Another sharp slap hits your other cheek soon after, the sting of pain made worse by your cold skin, but you're glad for it because you wanted that one to hurt too.

Both his hands rub across your cheeks, drawing a groan from you as he massages them and soothes the sting before rough fingers pull you apart. He always did like looking.

He wastes no time in plunging his wet tongue into your pussy from behind, Joel's hands yanking your pants down the to your feet to spread you open further for him. "You're fuckin' dripping," he says between breaths as you push back into his face.

"You this wet from those guys?" You don't answer, so he slaps a hand down on your ass again.

"Fuckin' answer me."

"N-no. M'not wet from them."

"Then why," he says, breathing deeply as he devours your pussy, the cold of his nose tickling your hole as the scruff on his jaw scratches at your inner thighs. "Tell me. Tell me why this needy fuckin' pussy is so wet."

"Because of you," you push your face down into his bed, biting at his sheets as his tongue swipes over your clit, already so sensitive your legs are shaking. You arch your back, exposing more of your cunt to his relentless tongue. There's no question or thread of shame in your mind why you like this - why you're already so close to coming undone just from him being an asshole and playing with your pussy.

"Me, huh? Little hole's desperate for me? Look at her cryin' out to be stuffed full, drippin' all over the place."

You couldn't help the drip of slick from your cunt, or the way his words always worked to make it worse. You knew you were a mess, but by now you knew he liked it, even if he taunted you for it. You felt how his grasping hands got firmer, saw as his cock got harder, just at the sight of your glistening pussy.

Two of his thick fingers are pushing into you, the cold feel of them startling you as they slide home. You'd spent a week thinking of his fist buried in your cunt, but his fingers still felt so thick, so much, plunged into your dripping wet heat as they were.

"If you make a mess on my sheets I'll rub your fuckin' nose in it. Act like an animal I'll treat you like one."

If you were an animal, he was fucking feral - a snarling, growling, feral animal of a man that you just couldn't resist.

His fingers curl, dragging against your walls harshly as his tongue slides against your clit again, swirling around the stretched rim where his fingers are embedded in you, tasting you, before slurping at your clit once more. You grind your hips back against his face, trying to get more friction on your clit as he fucks you with his fingers. They're warmed now, the burning heat from your cunt drawing the chill from his bones.

The wet squelch in your cunt is obscene as he laps at your clit, drawing you so close already, your feet still tangled in your pants and your moans muffled by the push of your face into his sheets.

Joel's fingers are gone just as your orgasm starts to raise its head over the horizon, ruining any high you were so close to getting. You slam your fist down on the bed in frustration, ignoring his gruff laugh as you muffle your fuck into his bed. His knees crack as he stands, undoing his belt and pulling his cock from his pants. He doesn't stroke himself, he doesn't need to, he just squeezes himself at the base, lines himself up with your hole and pushes forward.

A strangled moan pulls from your chest as he sheathes himself, pulling your hips back flush with his as his cock impales you in one movement.

"Fuck, if this pussy don't just love this dick."

He draws back slowly, pulling any slick from your cunt back with him, coating himself in you, before slamming back to the hilt.

"Uhh, f-fuck."

You feel him draw back again, holding himself back from you, tip barely inside your cunt, teasing himself at your entrance. Before he can, you push back onto his cock, taking him in with a deep moan.

He stifles a groan, fingers digging into your hips, pinching the flesh in his grip. You try to move, to fuck yourself on his length, but his grip won't let you. You can feel him throb inside you, and you hope he's already close to coming, that he wants you that much he can barely hold himself back.

The thought is gone as soon as he starts pulling back again and thrusting forward quickly, repeatedly slamming his hips into your ass and pulling you back onto him. The sharp slap of his hips and wet squelches of your pussy are muffled only by your moans and Joel's shaky breathing.

"Tell me - you fuck anyone else - like this," you say through staccato gasps as his cock collides with your cervix. "If you say you do - I'll know - you're even more of a - fucking liar."

He throws you forward, pulling out and standing glaring down at you when you twist to look at him, finally able to kick your pants and shoes off your feet.

"You think you're special?" he growls. You take him in, his massive figure stood there still clothed, cock hanging lewdly from his pants and covered in your slick. You want to lick it, taste your own pussy on his cock and catch the drip of precum from his tip before it's wasted.

"No. I'm not. And neither are you," you spread your legs as you say it, willing him to come back, to start fucking you again, but not daring to ask for it. "You're an asshole. I just like that you make me feel good."

"Feeling's mutual, sweetheart." He's pouncing on you before you can process it, yanking his shirt over his head before pulling your spread thighs across his clothed ones, notching at your entrance and sliding straight back in.

You thud back down onto the bed with the force of his cock fucking into you, staring up at him with an open mouth, panting as he starts to cant into you once again. His hands are holding your thighs against his as he rocks so deeply into you you think you can see your lower belly pulse with each movement.

His hands slide down your thighs, pulling you apart where his cock joined with you, swiping a thumb up the slick gathered there and rubbing it around your clit in rough circles. You reach down, hand trying to meet his and hold him there, but he swats you away. You move further instead, grabbing at the waistband of his pants and tugging down, slipping them over his ass before he's pushing you back again. Your fingers drag across his abdomen as you fall back again, watching a shudder crawl through him with the graze of your fingertips.

You try not to smile when his hand falls from you and shimmies his pants further down his legs, over his knees and kicking them off the end of the bed whilst still buried in you. You can see all of him again now, his broad shoulders, dark nipples, the trail of hair down to his cock where it disappears inside you. His thick thighs, spread almost as lewdly as yours, dusted in hair, the muscles flexing with each rock into you. He doesn't look at you as you drink him in, eyes focused on your cunt as he pulls you back open.

He spits down onto your clit. You whine when it collides with your skin and starts to trickle down your spread pussy. You whine again when his thumb draws it up and around your clit, massaging it into you, each swipe of his thumb jerking your swollen nub and bringing you closer to coming undone as he pounds you hard into his mattress.

You throw your head back with the feeling of it all, moaning loudly into the open room.

"You'd let me do anythin' to you, huh."

"Yeah," you admit, head still thrown back and eyes closed. You would, you couldn't even say why, just that you knew you would. That for all the pain at the end of the world, this was a pain that was worth it, a stretch that made you ache in the right ways, the sting of his palm that electrified you, made you feel alive.

"You're just beggin' for me to slap your pussy pink again, ain't you? Fill that pretty little asshole up with my cum. Wear you like a fuckin' glove." He's growling, muttering obscene things to you, things you both know to be true. "You'd let me fuck you anyway I want, even share you with whoever I want."

You nod, stupidly bobbing your head along with the rhythm of him sliding into you.

"This pussy is mine," he growls. "Say it."

"Yours!" you pant, you didn't want it to be anyone elses any more, what was the point when he'd ruined you for anyone else. "M'yours!" Fuck.

"All o' you? That's more than I even asked for sweetheart."

And he's falling forward over you, hands planting either side of your head for leverage as he pounds into you harder than he ever has, abandoning your clit just as you were about to fall apart underneath him yet again. Any words to correct yourself are gone as you groan, pulling your brows together and watching him. His face relaxes and contorts over and over, sweat beads at his temples. You know his hair would feel damp if only you would reached up to touch it.

He shifts to his elbows, the sweat from his chest and belly mingling with yours, making your bodies slick as they slide together. You watch his mouth open as he pants, the heat of his breath on your face cooling the sweat dripping down your neck. You can smell him, see every imperfection of his skin in such detail that you're struck dumb, angry, and desperate all in one swoop. Something so close still feels so far away, and a frustrated sob is bubbling from you before you can stop it.

Something inside you snaps with that. You'd be chasing it for weeks, denied something you hadn't even dared to ask for.

You grab him by the throat as his hips roll into you, gasping out a breath before you grit your teeth and say it, forcing him to look directly at you.

"Fucking kiss me."

He laughs in your face and you fight down the shame for even daring to ask for something you wanted, something you deserved. "Is that what you want?"

You nod, squeezing his throat beneath your fingertips.

He pulls back from you - you want to claw at him and hold him to you but he pushes your hand against his throat with his own. He looks down between you, your pussy creaming around his cock and swollen clit twitching with each thrust.

You tighten the grip on the sides of his throat, feeling the hard thud of blood through his veins at your fingertips, drawing his eyes back to yours.

"Fuck, that's it, sweetheart."

He suddenly throws your arm down from his neck, pinning both if your hands down as he puts his weight on top of you.

"That what you want?" he grits out. "That what you keep coming back for? Thought you were whoring yourself out for pills, not a fuckin' kiss. Are you that fuckin' desperate?"

He's goading you, you know he is. Still, you want to scream at him, but his face is close to yours now, so terrifyingly close you could kiss him by accident if you weren't careful. Suddenly you're terrified of it, desperate but terrified.

His aquiline nose slides up the side of your face, and you stop breathing. "You want this?"

"Please." You'll be angry at yourself for begging later, right now you'd say anything if it meant he'd finally give it to you.

He drags his nose across your face, rubs his nose against yours. He's practically still inside you now, the shallow rock of his hips the only movement either of you are making. "You sure?"

"Please," you whisper again, breath ghosting across his lips. You try not to move your mouth too much, barely muttering the word in case your mouth touches his. His own breath huffs against your mouth, teasing you with the taste of him.

"S'all you want, huh?"

"Mm." He's so close you don't trust yourself to speak.

His nose nuzzles into yours, the hair on his face tickling at your sensitive top lip. Then you feel it, the bow of his top lip swiping against yours, not kissing just feeling.

You're frozen, terrified to move, terrified to feel what you've been desperate for for months.

But you made it through the worst days at the end of the world. What was fear any more except another lie.

You press your lips forward, done with waiting, done with being patient, done with putting others first. You want it so badly that finally, finally, you take it.

At the first press of your lips to his, he releases your wrists, sliding his hand down the curve of your body to hold you to him. You moan into his mouth, blinking back angry tears as you wrap your own hand around his neck to pull him in further. At first he doesn't move against you, letting you kiss the soft swell of his mouth, but when you slip your tongue against his bottom lip and breathe him in, his mouth opens and his lips press to yours, giving back everything you're taking.

"This all you wanted this whole time?" he whispers against your mouth.

"Not all I wanted," you mumble. Your eyes are closed, head dizzy from breathing so deeply, from finally doing the thing you'd literally only dreamed of.

"No?"

"No," you swallow before continuing, the shame of admission gone now. What shame could there even be when it was so obvious. You open your eyes just as you speak. "I wanted all of it."

"Yeah?" You think from the look on his face that he needed to hear it as much as you needed to say it, so you kiss him again, just because you can.

He presses his hips into you harder, making you gasp straight into his mouth, the sharp pressure of his cock so much with the fuzzy high in your head. He does it again, kissing you of his own volition this time and swallowing your moan down as he starts fucking you again, one hand settling in your hair as the other wanders your body. You can still taste the salty sweetness of your own pussy on his mouth as you lick into him.

Your own hand dances with his over your body, teasing your own nipples and stroking down, down, until you push your hand between your bodies and feel between your legs. You're a mess, sweat and the wetness from your pussy merged together to create a slip and slide of slick as he slides his cock into your tender hole. You stroke at the base of him and feel another shudder work its way through his body before you move your hand back to yourself, circling your own clit as he rocks his length into you.

"You gonna make yourself come on my cock?" he says, looking down where your hand strokes at your clit. You nod, lips brushing his, capturing him in another kiss as you moan, so close already.

"Good fuckin' girl. You rub that pretty pussy. She just fuckin' loves this dick." True.

His cock in your pussy, his hands in your hair, holding your body, your own hand strumming your clit with well practiced movements, the feeling of his lips on your own. It's all so much so quickly, everything you've been craving for so long, that the fire in your body burns so bright it explodes out of every pore before you can hold it off.

"F-fuck, Joeeel."

You come with a cry, every part of your body shuddering and convulsing, hand twitching over your own cunt as you desperately try to keep the high going as long as you can, until you're so sensitive all you can do is grip your own thigh, your nails creating half moons in the soft flesh.

"You're all mine, huh?" he says gently, still inside you now as he feels your walls pulse and twitch around him. You nod, floating from his kisses and your own high. "No one else gonna touch this pussy. S'all mine."

"S'yours."

"Needy, needy, pussy," he grunts into your mouth, as your cunt quivers around him, an aftershock pulled from you at just his words and the rasp of his coarse hair against your clit.

It hits you then, for all he called you needy you never actually asked for what you wanted, what you needed. You never took it either. Not until now. But he always did.

"I think you're just as needy as I am," you whisper.

He clicks his tongue and cocks his head. "I never said I wasn't, sweetheart."

A quick shuffle of his knees later he's pounding into you with abandon, your cunt had barely stopped throbbing by the time he started again.

"Ohhhh, god."

You don't move to kiss him again, he's chasing whatever high he needs now and you let him take it, back arching, moaning as he pounds away, cock slipping inside you with ease. The hand in your hair pulls harder, tugging your head back. You think this is going to be it, he's going to come inside you like this, but then wet kisses are being peppered across your neck and collar bone, his moans sounding more like those of a common whore than his usual grunts.

You want to come again already, so you grip him tight, hands roaming from your body to his arms, his shoulders. Your nails claw at him, pulling him closer and pushing him away, trying to tear him apart with your bare hands as he fucks you.

He moves quicker still, head buried in the crook of your neck as he holds onto you and slams home over and over. You think he's almost there - hope he is because how much more screaming can your voice take before it breaks - when he's yanking your hair again. His mouth latches to your own in a sloppy kiss, tongue fighting with yours and his cock squelching into the wet heat of your pussy as he comes undone, groaning into your mouth, shuddering, fucking ropes of thick cum into your empty cunt and never stilling for a second.

His hips stop bucking against yours before his mouth does. He kisses you softer, groaning, slowing down to catch his breath before he finally removes his lips from yours with a shuddering gasp, screwing his eyes shut.

Cum practically gushes out of you when he pulls out, and you expect him to get up and leave like he has every time before. He doesn't. Instead, he rests his head next to yours, kissing your shoulder, the warmth of his body encasing yours.

Your face finds his, nudging against his jaw. He shifts, letting you in, and your mouth finds his again. You kiss him until you turn to liquid, sighing deeply and tracing soft patterns on his skin and your own with your fingertips.

Eventually, he releases your hair, and you think the moment is truly over. But then he rolls over, flopping down next to you, the weight of him dipping the mattress and making you shift closer to his side. He closes his eyes, putting an arm behind his head, and you take the chance to look down at his naked body, his cock now soft between his legs.

The feeling that bubbles up through you rips out of your mouth in a laugh. Joel's eyes fly open, finding yours, making you laugh harder. Tears are falling from your eyes - the absurdity of it all too much to bear. So angry at him, at yourself, for weeks now. Wanting something for so long, something that it turns out you could have just reached out and grabbed. Driving yourself near mad over wanting to be touched in a way you thought he never would, when maybe all along he thought you never wanted it. You're left with nothing but small giggles and an aching belly by the time the feeling bubbles out of you completely.

You wonder how all of this must look to him. How small and naive you must look, just a silly girl giggling in his bed. If he thinks it, he doesn't voice it. He just shakes his head softly and raises an eyebrow at you, as if to ask if you're done.

You lie next to each other in silence after that. He doesn't tell you to leave, and you don't move to either. You just lie there, arms barely touching, sweat drying and cooling both of your bodies.

You'd always been okay with silence, more often than not finding yourself with nothing to say, especially these days. But something in this moment tells you to speak, and so you do, filling the silence with your own voice before the opportunity can be taken from you.

"Thanks for helping me out there," you start softly. "I know you said you wouldn't, and I'm not trying to prove a point I just... Thank you. I was looking at you. I couldn't help it. I've been... angry. At you, yeah, but mostly myself. So I was looking, but I didn't realize it was that much, I swear and I -"

"S'okay," he stops your ramble so simply and quickly you frown, an involuntary tut falls of your mouth. He casts a glance over to you, almost chastising as he continues. "Ain't lyin' when I say it though. You gotta stop lookin' at me. I really can't be lookin' out for you, just got lucky this time. There's assholes bigger than me out there."

"Doubt it," you scoff. He raises an eyebrow and runs his tongue along his teeth, daring you to say more. You don't.

You fiddle with the sheets between you, biting at your cheek and bottom lip, so much more to say but the words just ending up jumbled in your head.

"I wasn't lying either. When I said I want it. All of it." That's a start, you figure.

"You don't want me. I could be anyone."

"Maybe I don't. Never said I did. I just know that I want whatever this is," you gesture between the two of you. Whatever had started as a transaction was clearly more than that now. You enjoyed the feel of him, the way he touched you and talked to you. You enjoyed the escape of it all. It was nice to know another person in the world knew you were there, that you existed, cared about you in some way, even if it was only enough to make sure you came. "Sex was never really any good with anyone else anyway."

"I've got other people I have arrangements with. I've got Tess, I've got -"

"I know. That doesn't matter. I'm not asking you to change. I don't want anything to change. I just want..." you trail off, shrugging. "I just want this for me. I don't care what it is for you, as long as it's good too."

He looks at you, taking you in with curious eyes, working out if what you're saying is true. If really, in this moment here and now, you want this exactly as it is. "I can do that."

You think that he gets it, understands it all more than you could ever explain. The thought of that alone is more comforting than any touch he could give you. It could have been a sweet moment, if that's what you two were. But it's not, and still he ruins it anyway.

"Pussy really is no one else's but mine, huh?" There's an edge to his voice that tells you he's holding back a laugh, and you could fucking hit him.

This time, you do. You relish in the oof that leaves his body as your hand collides with the side of his chest. He catches your wrist before you can land another soft blow, your skin prickling in his firm grip. You know from the feel of his hand and the look in his eye that you'll fuck him again before you leave his apartment today.

It only takes a few minutes for you to prove yourself right. You climb on top of him all soft curves and bouncing tits, hair a mess, face scrunched and jaw relaxed as you ride him, kissing him as much as you've ever wanted. Even when your legs ache, when he starts fucking up into you with each bounce of your hips, you carry on, wanting to take from him again and have him fill you.

He never tells you to leave, but eventually you get up, putting your clothes on, tucking your torn t-shirt around you. You expect your dad will be wondering where you've got to soon.

Joel sits and watches you dress until you're stood fully clothed, looking at him lying nude on his bed, a total contrast to what happened in this room just a week ago.

You think for a moment, waiting as he gets up and walks with you back through his apartment. You take in the last few hours. The last week. The last few months of knowing Joel Miller.

"Joel?"

"Mm."

You look him up and down as you stand in front of his door, still naked as the day he was born. "You're a massive slut, you know that, right?"

He laughs. Full bellied, head back, laughs.

"Takes one to know one, sweetheart," he says with a smirk, winking as he unlatches the front door.

You kiss Joel again as you leave his apartment. He can't stop you now, and you don't think he would ever even try.

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That Ace Birthday Card

It's sad that @dumdumdrawstumtums sends me this from Ace's new birthday card, and I immediately think of this looking like Ace is looking at this like a proud tribute to a past meal.

And because my favorite version of Alice in Wonderland is the criminally unknown 1985 musical version, I kept thinking of the line "and this was scarcely odd because....*URPP* They'd eaten every one!"

So thanks Ace for making me think of you with that.

[aryxchse]

Well now you’ve offered please can we have the frank nsfw headcanons too 🙏🙏

frank zhang nsfw headcanons (aged up)

warnings ; nsfw, cursing and cute frank overload

a / n ; u guys r so sneaky fr

- alright be ready for the cuteness because this man is not rough

- the most hot thing that he does is turning his some body parts into an animal parts that would give you pleasure

- like idk making his tongue a snake tongue or whatever

- he's big

- like, wtf big

- he could rip you apart if he wanted to

- but like, we're talking about frank

- he would fucking rip his own dick apart to not hurt you LMAO

- no matter how many times you guys did it, you still can't get use to him

- and he has insane stamina like he doesn't get tired and can do it till morning

- frank doesn't have anything in mind, he just wants to give you pleasure and you can use him however you like

- whimpers %100

- he's also shy and like, tries to hide himself into you

- frank. trying to hide himself. in your tiny petite body. lmao.

- sometimes his mars genes shows up and he goes hard a bit

- like, fastens his speed and forgets for a moment that he's HUGE

- but... who are you to complain??

- first time he saw the bulge in your belly he got panicked

- but you were like: babes thats hot wtf

- he puts his hand on your stomach and feels the bump and hes like: omg am i really that big

- easly picks you up

- like you're just some couple of grapes for him

- my size kink is showing up m sorry

- he likes fingering you

- and you like him fingering you

- EVEN HIS FINGERS ARE JR DICKS BRO

- anyways

- every sex with frank feels like first time all over again

- like you're some virgin who's afraid to have sex

- everytime he's gentle like the first time and im not joking

- "frank, harder honey. please." "you.. sure?" "FRANK."

- he worships the ground you walk on so when he cums in you he almost prayed you lol

- mars genes fr

- you guys def broke something

- probably bed and headboard

- also a headboard gripper because out of pleasure he can't help but hold onto something and he can't control his power

- so he doesn't want to hurt you

- instead he hurts headboard

- like that one scene from twilight were the bed is no longer a bed and just a mess

- no matter how much you try, you can't take him in your mouth fully

- but he doesn't complain, he can cum just from you licking his tip

- suprisingly he doesn't cum early, can't even if he wanted to

- and that leads to riding your orgasm

- and he's so sweet about it like: "i know baby, you're sensitive and im so sorry, but i need to go on a little bit more sweetheart, please, can i?"

- LIKE IM SO IN LOVE WITH YOU STFU OMG

- anyways i love frank, i love big guys, i love ares (the myth one) and i love guys who are related to ares. every ares kid is my boo, love u all

[ivymarquis]

Say You Won't Let Go

Last House on the Right

Pairing| John Price x F!Single Mom!Reader Rating| E Word Count| 1.1k Kinks/Content/Warnings| Post Apocalypse!AU, Single Mom!verse, pregnant reader, mentions of pregnancy related eating issues + vomiting, Reader's got some separation issues. Fair warning this is so half baked I haven't even decided what kind of apocalypse it is, but somehow Ive got a whole plotline regardless.Same pairing as my fic Blind Date

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You can’t believe your luck. 

You’re not sure what exactly it was about this house in the dead of night that had you so transfixed, but your intuition has paid off in spades. 

The area’s been abandoned, to your knowledge leaving you the sole inhabitant meandering around. 

Or maybe waddling would be a more apt description.

Fear and uncertainty of the outside hurry you along into the house. Most everyone- the survivors- has splintered off into groups. There’s no evidence of anyone still living here (admittedly it’s not like you’ve taken the time to check every room, but there are signs when a house is inhabited), but you luck out that the cabinets haven’t been picked over. 

It’s been entirely too long since your last meal, and it takes a good amount of restraint to not devour the can of ravioli too quickly. 

As much as you’re tempted, you know there’s a fine line between what will and won’t have you immediately throwing up in the sink- grazing seems to keep the worst of the upset down.

There’s no hospitals to jaunt off to if you end up dehydrated. Excessive vomiting is not ideal post end of days.

If you were in your right mind- not frightened, isolated, starving, cold- and not focusing on how the unheated chef boyardee might as well be a five star michelin meal for all you can think right now, you might have been paying more attention.

The sound of a safety clicking off behind you freezes your blood far more than the cold. That sound is deliberate. Whoever’s behind you- gun pointed at you- wants you to know they got the jump on you.

“Hands where I can see them,” the order is gruffly barked at you.

You feel stupid. Of course all of this was too convenient for you to simply be catching a break. It wasn’t exactly well lit and designed to draw you in- but you’re an animal caught in a trap regardless.

The fork clatters against the counter next to the can as you go to comply.

“Turn around. Slowly.”

You’re not much of a threat in your current condition. That much is obvious.

Time stopped having any sort of tangible meaning a while ago. You should know how many weeks you are, but the days run together fending for yourself and you just know that you’re close. There’s no hiding the swell of your belly.

The man at the doorway looks as gruff as he sounds. Your mind spins like a tire in mud to process everything in front of you in the poor moonlight. Military, that much is obvious. You’re not actually sure if that’s a good thing. Handsome from what you can see, though historically your type has been men who don’t have a weapon leveled at you.

The taciturn expression on his face falters when he spots your bump, but you’ve learned by now to not expect any sort of special treatment.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize immediately. “I-I didn’t know anyone was here. I’ll leave, I swear.” 

He looks at you another moment before a look of resignation washes over him.

“Turn back around. Keep your hands up.” Oh God. Your mind immediately goes to the worst- That this man, for whatever reason, has decided that your infraction has signed your death warrant. That he can’t quite bring himself to fire on a pregnant woman staring him in the eyes, so the last thing you’re ever going to see is some tacky wallpaper and ugly cabinets.

You yelp when one of his hands finds the pistol on your hip. Holy shit you didn’t even hear him cross the room.

“Easy, love,” he soothes as he starts to frisk you for more weapons. “Not gonna hurt you. You have anything else on you?”

“A knife in my back pocket.” It doesn’t even occur to you to lie; putting yourself in his good graces is your only option and you can’t do that by lying.

His hands slip under your jacket, the hem oversized and hanging even with your arms up, making a wrong guess at the first pocket he checks before grabbing the knife out of the second one.

“Anyone going to come sniffing around looking for you?” A fair question, but one that sticks like a knife between your ribs.

The “No,” that escapes you is softer than you meant it to be, voice warbling as you try not to cry.

Hormones would have had you on the verge of tears at any given point, and that would have been before the end of the world and before your group abandoned you. You’re well entitled to your tears, you think, but try to stuff them back down anyway.

“You’re out here alone,” he grouses, sounding like he doesn’t believe you. The like this? is implied.

Your arms are still up, and they’re getting tired. Everything tires you out these days.

Like he can read your mind, he releases you with a “you can set your arms down now, love.”

“Thank you,” you’re in full fawn mode, turning to face him. While he’s clearly decided against killing you, you’ve been scared and alone for the past few days and you really don’t want to be separated from the only person who will give you the time of day right now. 

“Is there anyone else here? Other soldiers?” Your fate is sealed and lies in the soldier’s hands regardless of his answer.

Nothing with change, no matter what he says, but you think you’re less intimidated if it’s just the two of you. 

The world’s gone to hell in a handbasket, and yet you’ll never forget watching 28 days later when the line I promised them women was dropped.

“Got separated from my team.”

He turns away from you, gesturing to follow him out of the kitchen and towards the living room.

He’s limping.

You haven’t seen him move until now. You’re more an expert on busted hardware than busted body parts, you can’t tell if it’s a fresh injury that’s still healing, or an old one that’s set in place.

“They left you.” They left me, too.

“They didn’t leave me for dead, they think I am dead. Gonna take a bit more than that to get the job done, though.” 

You have no reason not to believe him. Despite having just met him, the man is like a living manifestation of everything masculinity is supposed to be- down to the surly attitude despite him herding you further into the house. It doesn’t take much to figure out that he’s tough as nails and sure why not flirt in death’s face that her last attempt wasn’t good enough?

You sit on the couch he points to, as he settles into the leather chair across from you.

“Christ what’d I’d do for a fucking smoke right now,” he mumbles, pawing at his chest absent mindedly on reflex.

You mean to sit stiff as a board, but your body is tired and the couch is surprisingly comfortable.

The soldier, however, sits like he owns the house. “And now for the question of what to do with you.”

[blue-slxt]

Settling In

*Request*

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: Okay so I'm reposting this because I found out that the person who requested it was a minor and I don't play that shit on my blog. I am only for adults. So if you liked the old post, that one is gone now. All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Ao'nung x Fem!Sully!Reader

Warnings: Teasing, Smut, P in V, Rut Cycle, Breeding Kink, Choking, Creampie, Binding, Marking, Scenting, Blood, Belly Bulge, I think that's everything.

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Ao'nung has teased you relentlessly since your family came here. What happens when you stumble across him in the midst of his rut?

This felt like some kind of living nightmare. You and your family having to flee your home in the forest and come to the sea. Uprooting your entire lives, leaving everything you knew, forgetting who you were, and coming to start from scratch. The Metkayina way of life was beautiful and their village is wonderful in its own way, but it still doesn’t feel like home. Not even close. The one good thing that’s come out of this whole thing was meeting Tsireya. She’s been a welcome comfort for you and your siblings while you adjust to your new lives here.

She’s warm and bright and patient. It makes you wonder how someone so radiant could ever be related to someone like Ao’nung. Just the taste of his name in your mouth was enough to make you scrunch your face in annoyance. He was always just a pain to everyone, but a lot of times it felt like he put extra effort into tormenting you as Neteyam’s 5-fingered twin. The way your dad explained it, apparently twins are a human thing that can happen sometimes. The na’vi aren’t really familiar with the concept since it doesn’t occur naturally for them, but here you stood. The exception to the rule. And Ao’nung never let you hear the end of it.

Over the months, you learned to ignore him and tune out his endless teasing. Occasionally, when he would get tired of being ignored, he knew which buttons to press to get a response from you. Today was one of those days.

You sat out on the beach with Tsireya and Tuk and your mood sours when you notice Ao’nung walking your way. “Tuk, how about you go feed some of the ilu with Tsireya?” you suggested to her. You can tell what kind of mood he’s in from the mischievous glint in his eye. Her face lit up with pure joy.

“Can we?” she says to Tsireya.

“Of course. Come with me.” She holds her hand out for Tuk to take and you watch as she happily trails behind her into the water. The sight is enough to momentarily warm your heart before you have to harden yourself to deal with Ao’nung.

“Oh, am I not invited to join the party?” he drips sarcasm.

“I don’t need her getting caught up in your bullshit.”

He shrugs his shoulders and holds up his hands, “I wouldn’t mess with her. As far as I can see, she’s the only one of you that seems like a true na’vi.” You set your jaw and take a deep breath trying to center yourself.

“I mean the whole lot of you came out weird. Especially you. She wasn’t born with a weird extra finger or a spare copy. That child is more na’vi than you will ever be.”

He hit that button. You snap and hiss at him in warning. He’s unphased staring back at you with an amused smirk. He found it adorable to watch you get so worked up. And he loved being the one to get you worked up. “Fuck off” you snap at him before walking the other way towards the water with Tsireya and Tuk. Ao’nung turns on his heels and walks away feeling satisfied.

“I swear, Tsireya, I cannot understand for the life of me how you can be related to that!” you gesture back towards the shore at Ao’nung’s retreating figure.

“I know my brother can be a lot. He only teases because he thinks you are pretty.”

You roll your eyes, “That has to be the dumbest thing ever.” She giggles a little, “I never said he was smart, but it is the truth. Why do you think he’s always going out of his way to find you all the time?”

Tuk looks up at you, “Is Ao’nung going to be your boyfriend?”

You fake gag at her question, “Absolutely not Tuk Tuk. Now, show me how well you feed the ilu.”

…

Later on at dinner with the village, you sit with your family while they all talk amongst themselves. You’re not really paying attention to the conversation since you’re still a little agitated. Your eyes scan over all the people surrounding you and how happy they all look and wonder if eventually you’ll find that same kind of happiness. Or at least something close to it.

Rolling over the people, your eyes are met with a pair staring back. Ao’nung watches you from the other side of the bonfire. His face is serious and his breathing is heavy enough for you to see the dramatic rise and fall of his shoulders from here. What’s his problem? If anybody should be staring someone down, it was you. A nudge to your arm brings your attention back to your family. Neteyam is next to you giving you a questioning look. “It’s nothing ‘Teyam.”

“I think you forget, we have known each other since before we were brought into this world. I know you well enough to know that it is not nothing.” It was true. Neteyam knew you better than anyone. Whether that was because of him being your twin or because he took his role as the oldest so seriously, who knows. Most of the time, you’re actually pretty grateful that Neteyam could understand you so easily.

“Tsireya said something earlier and it messed with my head.”

“What did she say?” he scoots closer to you so that your conversation can be kept between you two instead of the whole family.

“She said…she said that Ao’nung thinks I’m pretty or something and that’s why he’s always teasing.” “Well duh. As much as I hate to say it, it is pretty obvious that he has a thing for you. And you’re not so innocent in all of this either.”

“’Teyam!” you are taken back by such an offensive suggestion. First Tsireya and now your own brother?

“You might not notice, but I do. Yes, he’s always picking at you, but you love this little game that you two play. It’s nauseating.” His tone is teasing, but he means it.

Ridiculous. How could you ever want someone like that? Your head turns to look back over at him, but he’s gone. You look around between the seemingly endless sea of people and can’t find a single sign of him. That’s weird, but you’re glad that maybe now you could continue on with your meal without eyes burning into the side of your face.

…

Looking around your marui, the rest of your family is peacefully sleeping. You had no idea how they did it. You couldn’t stop your mind from constantly analyzing all the ways that this place was so different from home and that thought literally kept you up at night. It had become something of a routine for you to sneak out on nights like this after everyone else was asleep. You’d tiptoe out of the pod and wander out into the forest by the beach.

It was nice here. It was the one thing here that reminded you of home. The plants and fruits were different, but the atmosphere was similar enough to give you some comfort. In particular, there was one large tree that you would visit most nights. You’d climb and sit on one of the giant outstretched branches and just listen to the sounds of the night.

This is everything right here. This is what helps you feel like you can finally breathe. At least, until you hear a scream in the distance. Immediately, your instincts put you on high alert. You stand from your spot on the branch with your knife in hand and look around as far out as you can see. A faint orange glow catches your eye from the mouth of a cave not far from you. That’s odd. Who else would be out here at this time? And why do they sound like they’re in pain?

You know that it’s probably not the smart thing to go investigate, but you’d also never forgive yourself if someone got hurt and you could’ve prevented it. You climb down and make your way through the forest towards the light you saw.

The closer you get, the more you can start to smell something in the air. It reminds you of fresh rain on tree bark. It’s almost sweet. You follow the scent to the opening of the cave, “Hello? Do you need help in there?” Your voice echoes around the inside of the cave and you’re only met with groans of pain for a response. “I’m coming in!” You grip the handle of your knife a little tighter before taking a step in. The glow grows brighter and finally a small fire comes into your vision.

You were already on edge, but the next thing you saw was what fully threw you off balance. It was Ao’nung. He was sweating so much you thought he might dehydrate himself, his hands were bound behind his back, and he was writhing around in pain. “Ao’nung?” His eyes snap to you and he looks completely different. Instead of his usual sea blue color, his eyes looked a deep purple.

“What are you doing here?” he’s out of breath trying to get the words out.

“I heard you yelling from almost a mile away, I thought somebody needed help. Believe me, I wouldn’t have wasted my time if I knew it was just you.” You cross your arms and shift your weight to one foot and his eyes watch the swing of your hips intently. He sucks in a sharp breath and doubles over. Your eyebrows knit together trying to understand what’s happening. “What is your deal?” You catch sight of a bulge poking through his loincloth and finally the last piece slots into place. “Oh shit…it’s your rut.”

He just nods his head since his mouth is too busy salivating.

Now it makes sense. The weird way he was behaving during dinner, the sweet smell in the air, and the hungry look on his face.

“Well, shouldn’t you be at home? I mean why the hell are you all the way out here like this?”

He shakes his head. “Too much…Need to stay away…”

Your chest tightens with a pang of sympathy for him. You’ve gone through many heat cycles without relief and it is excruciating. The suffering is unmatched. There’s only one thing that truly takes the pain away.

“This is crazy. I’m cutting you out of these.” You start to move towards him, but he tries to shuffle away from you.

“I don’t think you get it. If you cut me out of these binds, I won’t be able to stop myself. So don’t do it unless you’re ready to deal with what comes after.”

“I’m a big girl, Ao’nung. You think I don’t know what I’m doing?” you roll your eyes at him and move towards him again. “I mean it. This is the last warning I’ll be able to give you.” His tone is serious and his eyes are focused. But you don’t falter. You swallow down your nerves and continue forward. “Just shut up and let me do this, okay? Before I change my mind.” You crouch in front of him and reach around to his wrists. “Honestly, I don’t know why I’m even helping you. You’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass since I got here. But luckily for you, I’m feeling generous.”

You saw away at his bindings and your chest presses into his face. He inhales your scent and his hips twitch searching for something to grind against.

Before you cut all the way through, you pull back and look him in the face. His face tries to chase after your chest, but his restraints keep him in place. “This is the one and only time I’m helping your ass. Got it?” He can’t even bring his eyes up to yours when he nods his head. You tsk at yourself for getting mixed up in this mess, but there’s no turning back after your knife cuts through his ties.

His arms immediately fold around your waist and pull you into his lap so that you’re straddling him. He buries his face deeper into your chest breathing you in. “Chill the fuck out. Your scent is going to get all over me.” You try to crane your neck back, but a strong hand grips your throat and pulls you back forward.

“That’s kind of the fucking point.” His voice is a dark growl against your skin. His tongue drags a long stripe from the middle of your chest up to your collarbone and even further up to your ear. Your breath grows shaky. “You talk so much shit, but look at how your body reacts to me.”

“Shut up.” Your voice comes out more desperate than you mean for it to. He was right and you hated that fact most of all.

He’s growing impatient when his hands hold your hips and start grinding you into him. You let his hands guide you to where it feels best for him. His bulge presses against your clit with every drag.

He kisses and sucks on your neck and you just know he’s going to leave a mark. “Don’t…everybody will know…”

He only chuckles at your pathetic plea, “Everybody will know when you’re walking around carrying my baby.” He pushes his hips up against you and he can feel how you’re soaking through your own loincloth and his too. The waiting finally gets to be more than he can bear and he pulls his tewng to the side to finally free his impossibly hard dick. You feel yourself desperately clench around nothing. He pulls yours to the side and he lines himself up with your begging hole. You take a big breath to brace yourself, but you were not prepared for him to slam you down onto him in one swift motion and you scream out in surprise.

“Fuuuck…” he groans out feeling the way your walls frantically squeeze around him. You’re given no time to adjust before he’s lifting your hips up and down on his own.

It’s too much. It’s like he’s tickling the bottom of your ribs. When you finally take a real breath, all that comes out is a filthy moan. Looking down, you can see the imprint of his tip poking through your skin right at your navel. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen.

“Haah…fuck…Ao’nung…”

Ao’nung needs more. More friction, more of your sweet noises, more everything. That’s all his mind can think of right now. Just how much he needs you right now. He lays you down on the floor of the cave to give himself better access to pound into you.

His eyes are burning into your face and the eye contact is too much for you. It’s too embarrassing. You turn your head to find something else to look at, but he won’t have that. His fingers grip your jaw and turn your face back towards him. “Look at me. Take it.” He emphasizes his point by tightening his hold on your throat. Between his merciless thrusting, the intense eye contact, and his fingers around your throat, you can feel your orgasm quickly approaching. It makes you feel lightheaded and even as your vision starts to blur, you never move your eyes from his face.

Just before your consciousness slips away, he releases his hold on your neck and moves his hands down to massage your breasts. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck and bathes you in his scent to mark you even further. His teeth sink into your skin deep enough to draw blood. He goes mad at the taste of your blood spilling onto his tongue.

“Oh, I’ve always wanted to fuck this perfect little body. Just watch you take it over and over. Fuck, I want to give you a baby.”

Was this just his rut talking? Or did he actually mean it? You couldn’t be sure anymore.

His pace gets faster and his groans get louder. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill this little pussy up.” His grip on your body is so tight, the veins in his arm are bulging out.

“Ah! Ao’nung! Yes!” your head falls back and your legs shake as you fall into your release. The way you clamp down around his dick pushes him over the edge and thick ropes of white spill over into your womb. It feels like fire in your veins, but it’s addicting.

Ao’nung keeps thrusting into you languidly trying to ensure he fucks as much cum back into you as he can.

He collapses on top of your heaving chest with closed eyes and you stare down at his face to try and check his condition. When he looks back at you, you breathe a sigh of relief seeing his normal blue shade. Never did you think you’d actually be happy to see Ao’nung in any circumstance.

“You okay?” you ask cautiously. He nods still catching his breath. “Great…You wanna get out of me now?”

“Oh, right.” He lifts himself up and pulls out of you and a primal part of his brain is pleased to see that none of his seed spilled out of you.

You stand to fix your clothing and hair. “So, you can go home now, right?”

He scoffs a bit more to himself than at you, “My ruts last 3 days. I am fine for now, but there’s no telling how long it’ll last for. I have to stay here until I’m out of it.”

All the nerves in your body come alive with…something you can’t readily identify right now. “Oh…I see…”

“So you’ll know where to find me if you’re ever feeling generous again.” He winks at you and you know that your face is flushed.

“You wish, fish boy.” And with that, you turn and leave back to your home. Thankfully, it’s still hours away from sunrise so everyone is still asleep. You stealthily slip back into your marui, but of course one person’s ears perk up.

“What are you doing?” Neteyam whispers to you. Shit.

“Nothing.”

“Why do you smell like that?” he asks. Shit shit shit.

“Don’t worry about it, ‘Teyam. Just go back to sleep.” You lay down and hope that will be the end of it. Neteyam knows better, but he’s far too tired to go back and forth with you about it right now in the middle of the night.

You finally get the best night of sleep you’ve had since coming here.

…

The next morning, you all have the day off of training so you get to hang around at home instead. You sit on the edge with your feet hanging over into the water. Jake comes and sits next to you, “You okay, baby girl?”

You smile softly to yourself at the nickname. You loved it, but you also felt like you were getting a bit old for it. “I’m okay, dad. I’m just still getting used to it here.”  He nods in understanding. “But I think I’m starting to settle in.”

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um hi hallo :3 can i pls have dr gregory house x male intern reader… with feedism elements where the reader is the feeder role…….. :3

yeah, absolutely! just a disclaimer, I've never written anything relating to feedism/a feeding kink before so I'm not sure if this is all that good or not but I tried my best :]

(this IS something for kinktober just in case y'all are curious. I know because I got a previous ask for it) thanks for requesting something! <3

Kinktober 2024 Day 6: feedism (feeding kink) with Greg House x male reader

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, feedism, feedee House, feeder reader, alludes to House having slightly disordered eating, slight praise kink, belly rubbing/massaging, romanticizing/sexualizing weight gain (by the reader), brief solo masturbation from the reader at the end but no real smut other than that because I wasn't really sure how to incorporate that properly

House wasn't like most doctors. In fact, he wasn't like most people. His bedside manner was horrible and his social interactions could definitely use some work. Something that could also use some work was his strange eating habits.

It wasn't that he didn't eat. He wasn't anorexic, and he certainly didn't care what he looked like. He just didn't always put eating at his top list of priorities.

To be quite frank, he didn't view it as something he needed to do in order to survive. He needed to have cases to figure out, or else he'd go insane. And he needed his constant supply of Vicodin in order to help chase the pain away. But he didn't need to eat in order to live. The way he viewed it, he was better than that.

Sure, he had a habit of stealing Wilson's food from him, but that was more of a power thing than anything else. The bottom line was, if he had better things to do he most likely wasn't thinking about getting fed. Was it unhealthy? Most definitely, but it also wasn't exactly healthy of him to pop a pain pill every time a muscle of his tweaked wrong. Still, he managed.

Most people didn't notice this bad habit of his, and if they did it wasn't brought up. Obviously his addiction to painkillers was much more pressing than if he skipped the occasional meal.

You, on the other hand, thought it mattered a lot more than that. You noticed how he only seemed to be in the cafeteria at the hospital if he was either with Wilson or trying to avoid Cuddy. He went there out of boredom or if he was looking to kill time, not because he thought he had to eat. This was something you were bound and determined to help him work through, regardless of whether he wanted you to or not.

If he had any idea on what you were up to, he didn't say anything about it, too busy bossing around the ducklings to waste time with yet another intern, one that didn't really interest him at that. He was quite content to carry on as usual despite the plan you were forming to get him to change his poor eating habits.

There really weren't that many places in the hospital that he went in order to get away from Cuddy, which certainly made your job of finding him a whole lot easier. His office, Wilson's office, and funnily enough the chapel were his main choices. When he couldn't be found there, you figured maybe he was in an exam room down at the clinic, pretending to work. Turned out you were right.

You listened closely outside the door to Exam Room One to see if you could hear anyone in the room besides him on the off chance that he actually was with a patient. When you didn't hear anything, you decided to knock.

"With a patient!" He called out immediately in response, not even giving you the opportunity to speak first. Typical House.

Opening the door regardless, you found the unsurprising sight of him lounging in one of the chairs while playing on his Gameboy, the sound of beeping and video game music filling the room.

"Can you come back later? I'm a little busy right now." His attention was clearly focused on his game as he didn't even look up when he spoke.

Ignoring his request, you shut the door and entered the room. "When was the last time you've eaten today? And stealing Wilson's fries at lunch doesn't count."

"Well, hello to you, too," he muttered under his breath in response, purposely avoiding the question.

You weren't having it. "I'm serious. It's not healthy for you to go so long without having a proper meal."

"Yeah, I got that. You must forget, I'm also a doctor. A real one, at that. I'm not a temp or an intern like you are, I've got tenure."

His snarky reply didn't waiver you in the slightest. "If I go get you something from the cafeteria, will you eat it?" You knew how argumentative he could be, so you did your best to appease him through offering a compromise.

"I'm not hungry right now," he stubbornly insisted as he shut off his game and stood, grabbing his cane from where it was resting in the corner so he could use it to walk with.

Sighing in exasperation, you went to stand in front of the door so he couldn't leave. "I'll get you a Rueben, cold, with no pickles. That's your favorite, right?"

He paused, seeming intrigued by your offer, if not a little suspicious as well. "Go on."

Knowing you'd finally caught his attention, you decided to continue. "I'll bring it up to you in your office, and you can eat in privacy while you avoid everyone else."

"Except for you, apparently. You seem awfully eager to keep me fed." It was true, and you knew it. You had hoped it would come across more like you were just concerned (which was technically true) but clearly he'd picked up on your own selfish reasons to want to help him.

"One sandwich, that's all I'm asking. If you don't want to do something like this again after we're done, you don't have to."

At first you thought he was going to flat out refuse, but much to your surprise he actually seemed to contemplate it for a moment or two. "One sandwich. And I'm eating it in my office, away from other people," he wagered as if you weren't the one to suggest it in the first place.

Not wanting to miss the one chance you might have, you wholeheartedly agreed to his conditions and finally stepped away from the door so he could leave. It was a bit hard for you to keep your excitement at bay at the prospect of getting to feed him, though at first you didn't know why you were so intent on it. In any case, he'd agreed, and that's what mattered.

When you got up to his office, he was already lounging in the chair behind his desk, playing absentmindedly with a rubber band. "Oh, good. You brought me my lunch. And here I thought you were going to let me starve to death after you were so insistent on feeding me in the first place."

You rolled your eyes in response to his obvious sarcasm as you set the plastic wrapped sandwich down on the desk in front of him, along with a can of soda and a bag of chips.

"Hey, you said I only had to eat the sandwich," he pointed out in a whiny voice that was in the likeness of a petulant child.

"Just eat what you can." You sat down in front of him so you could watch him eat, something that he didn't seem to appreciate judging from the way he stopped opening the wrapping on his sandwich and stared back at you.

"What, do you want to feed me yourself?" He questioned in a mocking tone, obviously under the impression that you'd get offended and hopefully say no before getting up to leave. You answer was the exact opposite.

"Okay." That was the only thing you said before you stood and made your way over, taking the sandwich from him and continuing to unwrap it before handing him half. "Eat."

The command was soft yet firm, clearly not one that was meant to be ignored. For some strange reason he felt compelled to actually listen to you, something that didn't happen with him very often. Maybe it was due to the fact that you actually seemed to care and weren't just trying to spite him, like most people.

He took it from you, his icy blue eyes gazing upwards into yours as he began to eat. It seemed as though he was deadset on proving to you that he could eat when he really wanted to.

"There you go, good job."

House didn't get flustered, he was certain of it, but something about the way you said that gave him the little push he needed to keep eating, wanting to make you proud. The thought itself was utterly ridiculous, him needing someone else's praise in order to complete such a stupid and minor task. He finally broke his gaze from yours, instead choosing to focus on the sandwich he was taking slow yet deliberate bites of.

Once he was finished with the first half, you picked up the second and held it out to him. "Do you want the second half yet, or do you want to wait a couple minutes first?"

He let out a scoff at the question, as if he were offended by it. "What, did you think I was going to save it for later?" Your lack of a reaction at his usual snarkiness caused him to push down whatever he'd planned on adding to that, choosing instead to quietly take the other half of the sandwich from you to eat.

It was a strange and unfamiliar feeling, not having his stomach ache with its usual hunger pains. He didn't always immediately listen to the needs of his body unless it was the shooting pain he typically felt in his leg when he went too long without his pain meds.

For once, his stomach didn't feel empty and desolate, like how most of his relationships tended to be. It was odd, but not unwelcome.

Somehow you managed to convince him to at least start on the soda and chips, something that he didn't regret in the slightest. Nor did he regret it when you offered to rub his stomach afterwards, knowing it might ache a bit due to the expanding it was doing from the food intake.

"There you go. See, don't you feel better after actually eating something for once?" Your voice was low and soothing, your hand warm as it made slow, circular movements on his stomach. He could feel how gentle your touch was even through his clothes.

"I guess," he grumbled, making it clear that he still wasn't overly fond of letting you take care of him, even if it was only in one small aspect of his life. "This is just a one time thing though, alright? So don't get your hopes up."

Nodding your head, you made it seem as though you were agreeing with his statement that this was the only time it would happen. You, however, knew this was only the beginning. Somehow you'd get him to form the habit of eating more frequently, even if you had to be there with him.

You imagined what it would be like, getting to feed him everyday. The thought of being able to ensure his health and wellbeing while also helping him gain a few pounds... You wondered how he'd look with a little bit of extra fat on his stomach. You wondered if it would be noticeable through those band shirts he always wore to work.

The movements of your fist wrapped around your aching cock grew faster and more needy as you recalled your memories of what had happened earlier that day. The way he so willingly trusted you to feed him and even let you rub his belly after did nothing but bring you closer and closer to the edge until your seed finally spilled out onto your hand.

You panted heavily as you laid back on the bed, your eyes fluttering shut as you tried to catch your breath. You were sure it wouldn't take him long to realize your ulterior motives behind wanting to help him eat more, but you couldn't really find it in you to care. Not when the fantasy you had of him letting you coax him into gaining a little weight was far too delicous to let go of.

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Daegor and Alicent first time (conceiving aegon) smut?????? 👀

pairing: Fanon!Alicent Hightower x Male OC

summary: Daegor Targaryen and Alicent's first time betraying Viserys.

Word count: 5,1K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, cheating, infidelity, smut, fingering, P in V, slight body worship, creampie, slight breeding kink, slight lactation kink

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Alicent made up her the moment she woke up that morning, she was going to go to Daegor and tell him how inappropriate it was for him to kiss her the day prior in the library. She would be firm and she would not allow her attraction towards him to waver her. She dressed in a red and black dress, her husband's house colors and Daegor's as well, she shook that thought out of her head once she reached Daegor's door.

She took a deep breath and raised her hand to knock, once, twice, three times. A gentle 'Come in' sounded through the door and she took a deep breath before pushing open the door. Her breathe caught in her throat once she caught sight of Daegor sitting in front of the fireplace with a book in his lap, his upper half completely uncovered. He looked up at her and a smug smirk adorned his face, Daemon's brother through and through.

"Good morning, your grace" He closed the book as he teased her. He placed the book on a table by his side and pushed himself to stand. She gulped snapping back to reality.

"Good morning, good brother" She nodded back. She assumed that maybe if he were to hear the relation between them he would compose himself as she has been trying so hard to do. Feeling attracted to her husband's brother was wrong, it was unbecoming of a Queen.

"How can I help you this morning?" Daegor asked, he leaned back against the chair, the smug look on his face was enough to cause butterflies to flutter in Alicent's stomach. She unconsciously began twiddling with her fingers, peeling the skin off the edges of her nails.

"I-I am here to speak to you of what occurred yesterday, it was highly inappropriate and wrong" Alicent spoke shakily, she, herself did not believe her own words but she knew they were the right thing to say and do. She was a married woman, to his brother no less, and he was a widowed man probably seeking any affectionate touch to fill in the void.

"Is that so, your grace?" Daegor pushed himself to stand to his full height. Despite the couple of feet in between them Daegor still towered over her. His platinum blonde hair fluttered when a small gust of wind fluttered through the open window.

"Yes, I am the wife of your brother, your highness. I think some distance would do us some good" Her ten and five namedays old brain could barely understand what was going on, she merely knew that she felt disgusted when her husband touched her and that her belly fluttered when Daegor touched her.

"Do not utter nonsense, your grace" In seconds Daegor was in front of Alicent. She gasped and stumbled back trying to put some distance between them, her head barely worked when he was so near.

"Tell me this is wrong" Daegor ordered once her back made contact with the wall. One of his hands landed by her head and he leaned down as much as possible to be near her height. His head paused only inches away from her own, her eyes glazed over and her hands clutched at her dress, fighting the urge to touch his bare chest.

He tilted his head and finally, their lips touched, his lips felt so familiar, they were like a puzzle finally coming together. Her entire body burned with lust and shame but she wanted more. She knew she could not have more, she was a married woman but the mere smell of him made her knees weak. The smell of musk and vanilla filled her senses. She barely had enough control over her brain to push him slightly away. She panted, her chest heavy from the distance between them now, her eyes did not dare meet his.

"Did that feel wrong?" Daegor asked gently, it sounded like he was talking to a wounded animal. His pointer finger touched below her chin and raised her head up so she would look at him again. Her face was red as her dress was making him smile, she looked so adorable.

"Yes," She whispered breathlessly. She needs to put as much distance between them as possible. Her shaky hand moved to his shoulders and pushed him away a little but her shaky push did not affect Daegor at all, not even an inch of distance was achieved between them.

"Are you sure" He surged forward again and claimed her red lips with his own again. He almost moaned at the taste of her lips again, she tasted like she came over straight after eating some strawberries. His hands fluttered over her hips seeking to pull her closer to him. Alicent had no control over her hands that wandered up to touch the ends of his blonde hair. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second before the sound of Visery's voice echoed in her mind as if her consciousness was reminding her he existed, she was married to someone else. She gasped and pushed him back again.

"This is wrong" She whimpered, her filling with tears. She had had one dream since she met Daegor and it was that he had come over to King's Landing before her wedding and they met before the whole thing with Rhaenyra's happened and instead, she got to marry Daegor instead of Viserys.

"Does it matter?" Daegor's hand reached up to touch her cheek, it was as red as a ripe tomato. Her eyes were wide and filled with conflict. Daegor had half a mind to bundle her up with a blanket and hold her hostage in his bed, protecting her from the rest of the world.

"Please" He whimpered, a man his size should not beg, a man his size should seize but here he was, 6'3, muscular, and a dragonrider looking down at her begging her. She stood frozen looking from one eye to the other trying to understand his intentions.

"Please tell me this does not feel wrong, does it?" Daegor whispered, his breath hitting her face from how close they were. His hands slithered from her hips and to her spine, moving in a comforting way, fingers toying with the laces of her dress rendering her a mushy mess in his arms.

"No" She breathed, it felt like a weight fell off her shoulders with the admission. Daegor wasted no time claiming her lips again. He moaned at the taste again, and he pulled her as close as possible to his body.

His fingers made quick work to untie the laces on her dress. Alicent gasped shocked when the cold air touched her now exposed back. Daegor pulled back to look down at her, her red and swollen lips made him melt, made him want to kiss her even more. Her hair was a mess from rubbing against the wall with each stroke of their lips and tongues. Her chest was heaving trying to suck in as much air as possible. She was the best sight he had ever seen in his entire life, her late wife could not ever compare, Alicent was a goddess even so young still.

"Please, allow me, I beg of you" Daegor almost moaned when one of Alicent's hands reached up to touch his cheek, he must have looked similar to what she did, her eyes were wide trying to trace every inch on his face. His eyes unconsciously trailed down to the swell of her breasts and he almost moaned seeing as her dress had sagged slightly after he had unlaced it and the top of her breasts were on show for his eyes.

"Kiss me" she begged. She had never felt something like this before, Viserys never showed her any emotions and there were times when he would even call Aemma's name during the act. And every single time it was painful, every single time she would force herself to be somewhere else in her mind so she would not have to be present in the moment.

Daegor felt his entire body shudder with excitement and pleasure when their lips met again. Alicent let herself sink into his embrace, moaning with the touch of his hand on her naked back. Daegor used one hand to push the dress down her body leaving her in only her smallcloth. He groaned against her lips, his tongue forcing itself between her quivering lips exploring every inch of her mouth. His teeth nibbled on her lower lip making her gasp from the surge of pain and pleasure.

Daegor leaned down, his hands sliding from her back to her hips and lower to her thigh, Alicent sighed contently pulling away from their kiss, and leaned her head back against the wall. Daegor wrapped his hands under her thighs and pulled them which earned him a squeal from Alicent. Her arms wrapped around his neck from some balance as her legs wrapped around his waist, it was almost a perfect fit if he were not a giant. Alicent looked down at him in shock, she looked like a lost puppy and that caused Daegor's cock to twitch in his pants.

"Tell me you want this" Daegor pleaded, his purple eyes shining under the sunlight that has found ints way in through the windows in his room.

"I want this, I want you" Alicent nodded her head. Her eyes held nothing but affection. Daegor latched his lips to her neck, kissing and sucking earning moans from her. He moved to her pulse point and gave her a soft and gentle kiss, she deserved nothing less than the best, she deserved to be worshiped.

With her secure in his arms Daegor moved away from the wall and moved with calculated movement towards his bed, his grip on her tight and his lips on her neck were relenting. Alicent moaned and clawed at his hair begging for more silently. She gasped when he began lowering her on the silk of his bed. Her eyes opened again and she looked up at him, her hand on his cheek caressed gently, inviting him in. Daegor closed his enjoying her gentle touch, he had never been touched so gently before. His late wife barely tolerated him and they merely touched when they absolutely had to, they fucked once every month in hopes of conceiving and never having to meet again. His whores were paid to fuck him, not to love him, not to touch him gently even when they tried as much as they can, they never held affection for him.

He placed his palm on the back of her hand and moved her hand from his cheek to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on her palm, his stubble tickling her a little. He placed her hand on her stomach before moving off the bed, Alicent watched wide-eyed as he kneeled in front of the bed.

"What are you doing?" She wondered aloud. Daegor smirked at her, grabbing her legs and pulling her in one swift move to the edge of the bed, her hips almost off the edge as well. She gasped shocked and she fisted the sheets for balance.

"Worshiping a goddess" Daegor responded smugly. With that said he leaned down and slowly his lips met the flesh of her thigh. Alicent whimpered, her eyes found his from his place between her legs, the sight of him kneeling in front of her, for her, was heavenly.

"Daegor" One of his hands kept her hips in the right position while the other slid up her thigh, feeling the smooth skin, smelling the oils she smothers herself with for an undeserving man. His fingers finally reached her smallcloth and she shuddered. Her cheeks turned crimson when she felt how wet she was, knowing he could feel it as well.

"Gevie" Beautiful. Daegor assured her as he slowly moved to remove her smallcloth, sliding it down until she was fully exposed and the smallcloth was lying somewhere on the floor. She sucked in a deep breath when his finger touched the lips of her cunt, her back arched when his soft skin made contact with her pearl. She had found pleasure on her own when Viserys did not bother her, but it never seemed enough. Now she felt like her soul left her body as he rubbed gentle circles on her pearl.

"Daegor" Her stomach tightened with each gentle stroke of his finger. He stroked, searched and learned what made her body shudder, what made her lips sing and her eyes close.

"Shhh" He slowly eased a finger in her soaking hole. Alicent's eyes widened and snapped to look down at him. He smiled down at her and curled his finger feeling her walls in search of that one spot, Alicent sighed, her head fell back and her muscles slowly relaxed under his touch. He slid in a second finger stretching her even more, makings sure not to hurt her and to use her juices as lubrication.

"You are so tight, my queen" Daegor grinned up at her, her ego inflating knowing he was the one to do so for her. Alicent ignored his words feeling shame fill her insides but it was gone in a second when he curled his fingers, touching a spot inside of her she did not know existed.

"Oh gods" She cried out, her hips rolling in search of more. Daegor smirked victoriously and slowly massaged that one spot over and over again. Her juices spilled down his hand making it glisten. His free hand moved to hold her hips in place for more control and better access.

"Is that it? does this feel good?" Daegor questioned, he leaned down placing a kiss just above her mound. He sucked making sure to leave his mark on her, just above her cunt, somewhere only the both of them will see because he was sure as hell that Viserys never bothered to prepare her before trying to force his cock inside of her, her reactions showed so. She looked like she was feeling pleasure for the first time in her life.

"Daegor, please" Her arms were held out for him, inviting him. Daegor complied and climbed up the bed, his fingers still deeply seated inside of her, moving in a rhythm he will memorize forever, just for her. He leaned above her, his fingers moving in and out of her, feeling every smooth inch of her insides.

"More Daegor, please more" She whimpered, her hands clutching his shoulder for support. Her hips grinded down against his hand in search of release.

"Come on my queen, peak on my fingers" Daegor leaned down to place a supportive kiss on her forehead. Alicent's head fell back, her stomach clenching with each stroke of his fingers. Her lips opened in a silent scream as her peak washed over her, and her legs shook almost violently. Daegor grunted feeling her gush over his fingers. Alicent let out sighs and moans as she calmed down, her back falling back on the bed and her legs slowly stopped shaking, eyes remained closed for a fraction of time, but they snapped open when she felt him pull his fingers out of her, she watched wide-eyed as he pulled his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean moaning at the taste.

"Sweeter than any fruit I have ever tasted" Daegor praised. Her cheeks heat up embarrassed and she attempted to hide her face in his chest but her held her jaw in place.

"Be proud, be proud that you are a goddess in human form, my queen" Daegor grunted. He leaned down and claimed her lips allowing her to taste herself on his lips, she moaned finding this attractive for some reason. Her fingers latched to his hair, tugging and pulling but at the same time pushing his head closer to her, never wanting to let him go. How wrong this felt but Viserys may be damned she was in heaven.

Tentatively, Daegor's finger glided down from her cheek to her shoulder and down over her chest, Alicent sucked in a breath when his fingers made contact with her erect nipple. Daegor used this opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth again. Alicent's head spun with each stroke of his tongue in her mouth and she vowed to use every opportunity that would rise to seize each one to kiss him.

Daegor moved to kneel between her legs, his fingers slid down from her knees to her thighs and under the fabric of her linnen, feeling the smooth skin beneath. Alicent refused to let him break the kiss, her hands holding his head in place as he explored her body.

She whined when the tip of his warm fingers slid up her belly and tickled the underside of her breast. She pulled back, panting, watching his eyes widen with hunger as he pushed the linen up exposing her stomach and eventually her breasts. She raised her arms allowing him to remove the piece of cloth leaving her fully exposed and at his mercy.

"Daegor" She swallowed, not knowing what was going through his head as he looked down at her breasts. His hand cupped the small flesh, she was perfect, the way she was, she was perfection the way she was.

"Shhh" He shushed her, leaning down and pressing his lips to the column of her neck. She whimpered as he sucked the sensitive skin. Her body relaxing with every touch, she was willingly giving herself to him, trusting him to care for her, trusting him not to hurt her.

He did not remain there for long though, he slowly slid down placing gentle kisses on the swell of her breasts. He sighed deeply once he reached the area between her breasts and sucked deeply intending to leave a bruise there, to remind her that she now belonged to him.

She sighed when his hair tickled her breasts, back arching as he took the hardened nipple into his mouth, he gave it a small suckle making sparks shoot through her being. She withered below him with each stroke his tongue delivered to her breast. She moaned loudly not caring who heard. His hand grabbed her other hand squeezing it, making the nipple stand out, his thumb flickered the hardened numb.

"A goddess" He praised, flickering the nipple again, he watched fascinated as her entire body shuddered reacting to the simple touch.

"I want them to be filled with milk" Daegor admitted, almost feeling shame the second the words left his mouth. He had a previous experience regarding pregnancy, he was indifferent to his late wife but as she grew round with his he could not help but feel attracted to her, knowing he was the one to put a child inside of her, knowing her breasts ached because of his seed and that he was the only one allowed to suckle on her breast to ease he pain until the birth of the child, his cock ached with need, he could feel a couple of drops of precum sliding out of the tip.

"Would you like that, sweet goddess? Would you like me to fill you with my child?" Daegor looked up at her smirking when her eyes rolled as his thigh touched her cunt as he adjusted his position.

"Yes" She moaned, her hands clawing at his back trying to pull him closer to her body, she was desperate. She trapped her lower lip between her teeth watching him as he leaned down and took her other breast in his mouth to give it the same attention as the first one.

Despite feeling shy she could not help herself anymore and allowed one of her hands to slide down his back, curl between their bodies and wrap around his length. Daegor let out a choked gasp shocked at her touch, he had never thought she would be able to gather such confidence and touch his cock. She stroked him gently and slowly afraid that she would do something wrong.

"You want me inside of you?" Daegor teased, he pulled back from her breasts to look down at her. Alicent's whole face heated up and she turned as red as a rose in the gardens. She nodded her head shyly, biting her lip to hide a small smile as she mischievously let her thumb run over his tip, growing more and more comfortable with each touch of his. Daegor shuddered at the feeling and reached down to remove her hand from his cock.

"Now now, let us not do that so we can enjoy ourselves" He grinned down at her. Alicent pushed herself up to claim his lips missing the taste of him in her mouth. Daegor kissed her back with as much passion as she had for him, they were perfect for each other and Daegor cursed fate for not letting them meet before, for not allowing him to claim her as his wife before Viserys.

Daegor was enjoying the sight of Alicent so needy for him, he wanted to hear her beg but he could not wait any more, he need her, he need to feel her, he needed to feel her insides, he needed to feel her wrapped around him, he needed to feel her shudder around him, squeeze him and beg him to let her cum.

He reached above Alicent's head and pulled one of the pillows to the side for later. He placed his palms on her ass and lifted her up earning a shocked squeal from her lips as he moved her to lay further up on the bed in a more comfortable position. He smirked down at her as he grabbed the pillow he pulled aside and lifted her hips to place it under lower back, making her back arch.

"What are you doing?" Alicent questioned confused, Viserys had never done this before.

"This is more comfortable and pleasurable for women" Daegor explained shocked that she did not know. He cursed Viserys in his head for what he probably is doing to the poor girl.

"Are you sure?" Daegor needed her permission, he had never once taken a woman against her will and he never would, he was no Daemon Targaryen. Alicent nodded her head eagerly, she no longer could wait, she needed to know what he meant with more comfortable and pleasurable.

"Use your words, my queen" Daegor's hand moved up to push her hair out of her face gently, his touch was like a balm to her wounds, she had never been handled so gently, no one had ever touched her with love and care except her mother many years ago.

"Yes Daegor, please" Alicent whimpered, she tried pushing her hips up to meet his. Daegor pushed her hips down to keep her in the same position.

"Shhh, I got you darling" Daegor assured her. Alicent took a deep breath to calm her nerves down and looked into his eyes. Daegor grabbed himself, stroked himself once, twice, three times before bringing the tip to her cunt. He smirked as he ran the tip over her cunt over and over again, coating his cock her arousal and earlier release. Alicent whined wiggling a little, trying hard not to though but she could not take it anymore.

"Please" she begged, her entire body shivering with need, want. She wanted to feel him inside her, even with her previous experiences with Viserys were painful but Daegor showed her the heaven with his finger, what could he do with his cock then?

"I know sweet queen, I know" Daegor shushed her. With a smug grin, he pushed the tip inside of her, immediately Alicent could tell the difference between Viserys and Daegor, Viserys was not nearly as close in size to Daegor. Daegor was much bigger and she could indicate that from the tip alone, she gulped fearing the rest of his cock.

"Here" Daegor's hand slid under her own hand that was clutching the pillow under her hips and intertwined fingers. He moved their hands to rest beside her head. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead, showing her how proud of her he was, for being so calm and still as he pushed the rest of his cock inside of her slowly, it was almost so slow she contemplated begging him again for more.

"So tight, my queen" Daegor grunted, his brows furrowed in concentration to not cum so early and embarrass himself. Alicent's other hand snapped to clutch his bicep, eyes rolling back from how deep he was inside of her, he reached places that have never been touched before.

"Daegor" The lewd moan that left her lips made Daegor clench his jaw, determined to hear it again. Daegor drew his hips back before pushing back in earning whines from Alicent's lips. His free hand slid down to grab her hip, he used his grip on her hip to move her along with his hips. He built the rhythm up slowly at first but picked up pace as more moans and whines left Alicent's lips, it was intoxicating, and he wished he could hear them forever.

Soon enough he found himself snapping his hips against hers and oh did it feel good. Her walls squeezed his cock as if there was no tomorrow and she needed his seed right this instant. Her hand squeezed his needing an anchor so she would not lose herself completely but he was about to change that. Daegor let go of her hand and moved back on his haunches, knees rubbing against the sheets. His hands grabbed her hips and raised them even higher so that her buttocks barely touched the pillow he placed under her.

Alicent cried out in shock at the new position which allowed his cock to bully her walls even deeper. Her hands clawed at the sheets below her. Daegor grinned almost evilly watching her squirm and cry out his name over and over again, his name not Viserys, not Daemon's but his. He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth suckling on it desperately. He could not wait for the day he could do this again and kiss every inch of her, lather her with his love and worship as she deserved.

The feeling of his hot mouth on her nipple seemed to be the end of her. She cried out screaming his name as loud as she could while breathless. Her hands snapped up to grab at his blonde hair in a tight grip, pushing his head down and closer to her chest wanting him to never stop sucking on her erect nipple, her hips squirmed and rolled desperately to both run away from the sensation and to feel more of it, she could not get enough. Daegor reached down between them and circled her clit with the tip of his thumb.

"Daegor please, too much" Alicent begged, squirming in his arms. Daegor bit her nipple, pulling back with it in his mouth before letting it go, even more swollen and red with his mark.

"I know sweet girl, I know. Just a little more" Daegor sat back, hips not pausing for a second, he needed to find his release. Her head rolled back as she gushed around him, her release coating his cock and thighs. Her entire body shook in his arms. He grabbed her shaking legs and threw them over his shoulder to go even deeper.

"That is it, good girl" Daegor whispered, his eyes focused on her face, eyes rolled back, mouth wide open with screams and moans of his name. His finger on her clit seized all movement noticing the frown on her face, he would teach her to take overstimulation soon enough, one day soon.

With a grumble he leaned down folding her in half, legs still over his shoulders he leaned down and kissed her swollen and red lips. He tried hiding his grunts of pleasure with each thrust and roll of his hips, he was so close. A new wave of pleasure crashed into Alicent as he gutted his hips into her and she moaned against his lips as she gushed around him a second time. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt him spill himself inside of her. Daegor thrust several times sloppily before shoving his entire cock inside of her and pausing completely balls deep inside of her. He pulled back from her lips grunting loudly with each wave of pleasure before pulling cock completely out of her unable to take the friction anymore.

"Good girl" Daegor praised sitting up on his knees. He looked down at Alicent laying still on his bed, covered in sweat, legs open for him, his cum dripping out of her hole. He reached down and scooped up some of his cum and reached to smother it on her breast as if he was in a trance. Then he raised his fingers with a little of his cum still on them and held them up to Alicent's lips. With a sparkle in her eyes she opened her eyes and let him slide his fingers into her mouth, she moaned closing her lips around his digits and sucked the sour-tasting cum in, and swallowed.

"Good queen" He pulled his fingers out of her mouth grinning. Once the shaking of his thighs seized and his cock softened he moved to grab a damp cloth and sat back down by her side.

"Can I?" He questioned, showing her the cloth. Alicent nodded her head and watched as he wiped down her body, from head to toe cleaning her up before throwing the cloth to the side.

He laid down on the bed beside her and opened his arms inviting her, not forcing her, but letting her make the choice herself. With teary eyes Alicent cuddled into his chest, holding onto him, onto the only person who gave her a choice.

"Hold me" She begged. Daegor tightened his arms around her, rubbing comforting circles on her hips as he whispered sweet nothings into her damp her, placing a kiss or two to the crown of her head every now and then.

"Shhh I am here, I will hold you as long as you wish" Daegor assured her. Both of them remained in his room the entire day, royal duties and training may be damned. Daegor had not felt so alive in so many years before, he wished this moment would never end ever.

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[mushroomnoodles]

I think your content is wonderful! It's so wholesome, funny and angsty all at once in the best ways possible. Just wanted to spread some nice love in my ask! ^_^

Does Morrigan talk to any of their little siblings when they're in the womb? For example telling them about some butterflies they saw or just reminding them that they have the most radical big sibs (them and Marcy) ever. I'm not sure how you interpret this, but I like to imagine Morrigan as a very loving big-brother in the universes where he has little siblings. :D

thank you nonnie <3 this is a longer post about morri being a big sibling in multiple aus.

tw/cw for sfw and non kink mpreg

morri talks a LOT to their siblings in the womb, especially golbaby morris, who remember how painfully boring it was sometimes to hear everyone talking around them and not being able to join in. (wizardbetty's morri has... no concept of normal babies not having their level of consciousness.) different morris have different flavors of big-sibling energy.

golbaby morris that get a sibling early on (wizardbetty) are initially concerned and a bit jealous, especially when simon can't carry them anymore and his belly gets in the way of them sitting on his lap. (they threw a little fit when simon first told them he couldn't carry them anymore until after the baby came) with ophelia especially (simon was always talking about how she would never stop moving) lil' morri would put their hands on his tummy and be like "not so hard, baby" because they remember simon telling them that when they would kick him. (side note, simon loves his golbspawn so much even if they bite him)

they're enamored by their tiny baby siblings, think they're stupid (wdym they don't have object permanence) and tries hard to "teach" literal 6 month olds how to read. gets cranky and wants attention when they feel their sibling is getting too much, but also gets fiercely protective of their "dummy" siblings, trying to prevent them from doing dumb things from experience "don't eat that stick, becca, it tastes like butt". as a teen they tend to be a little bit of a menace to their little siblings (who isn't?) but would still kill and die for them.

golbaby morris that get a sibling later on (plainvanilla) are absolutely STOKED to have a sibling, morrigan has always wanted one. much like early sibling morris, they make a point to talk to their unborn siblings often because of their own experience, but with a lot of added enthusiasm. entity pregnancies take longer than human ones, so they'd also be impatient ("girl, you are taking fivever. come out already") they also give me the vibe to poke their siblings back when they kick, partially to bug them but also to interact with them.

older morri's much more of a protective sibling than their younger variants, but with fellow golbspawn siblings morri at least is able to better relate to their baby sisters and brother. they are still the type to teach a 6 month old to read.

normal morris that get a sibling early on (vamparents, candyworld) are just 4 years old when they get their first sibling, and are very confused by their dad's bump (and extremely curious). these morris probably talk the least to their unborn siblings, but still do in part because of their parent's encouragement, mostly just "hi baby" or telling them about what they had for dinner. (vamp morri in particular was sooo excited to see ophelia, simon shared the enthusiasm to meet her but mostly because she was treating him like a punching bag)

(it took sour taffy five months, but they finally figured out what baby meant and where it was!)

vamp morri, when they're older, is much more laidback and totally does their siblings' homework for them, while sour taffy is more likely to just talk their ears off and braid their hair.