#who are we trying to breed 😏

[master-gatherer]

Was trying to look up how kobolds and dragonborn feel about each other and

Glad to see we're asking the real questions

[monarchberrysblog]

𝔡𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔭𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔦𝔱

+18 Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: I fantasize about it all the time; if you were mine, I’d give this pussy to you nine to five by tonight.

You never wanted to go to work; you just wanted to get to work. After Miguel gets a haircut and gets something new, you decide to test it to see if you can still get a good grip.

Trigger Warnings ⚠️: switch!Miguel (duh), a bit of praise (from Miguel), size kink, cunnilingus (f! receiving), humping, Miguel breaks a couch 😏, breeding kink towards the end, unprotected p in v sex, and wrap it before you tap it. (OOC MIGUEL) if I missed any, let me know!

Word Count: +1.6k words

Author’s Note: Hi, hi, hi! I am somewhat notoriously bad at writing smut, but here we are! I want to improve on it and give you all a well-cooked meal, which is switch! Miguel. (I think the man is a submissive; this is my headcanon that I believe in.)

To my girlies who love submissive men who have the prettiest moans and groans 💌

Miguel didn't want to admit it but damn it, he loves it when you ride him. The way your legs trembled, the way you slammed your weight down into him, feeling his bulbous tip getting bullied into your cervix. The man loved it when you took control.

He loves it when he holds you; you are light, but the moment you're on top? The man caves in and begs for more.

This unlocked something in him by simply trying something new on a lazy, rainy Thursday evening…

“The barber did well with your hair…” You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling how soft it was under the pads of your fingers. “Why the taper fade?” You adjusted yourself on the couch where the two of you cuddled and shared a blanket. “It just became a nuisance to deal with after a while. So why not? Something new.”

As you spoke, you could feel a sense of longing. "Imma miss it; I'm not gonna have any leverage to grab when you're eating me—" You expressed, but suddenly stopped when you realized he was staring at you intensely. You could feel his gaze piercing your soul, focusing mainly on your eyes. Feeling embarrassed, you cleared your throat awkwardly and shifted your attention to the TV, which was playing softly in the background. “Sorry.”

Miguel shrugged nonchalantly and focused on the dramatic telenovela on the TV screen. "You never really were the type to grab onto my hair," he admitted. "You always seemed to prefer grabbing onto a pillow, or sometimes a blanket, maybe even your shirt, but that's about it." You lifted your head from his chest, surprised at how observant he was. "How on earth do you know that?" you asked incredulously, a tone that sounded forced. "I just do," he replied confidently. "I can tell you that you tend to whine a lot before you finish."

“Please, I don't whine when I come.” You scoffed before you covered yourself with the soft blanket you two shared.

“Yeah, you do, cariño.”

“Don't push it.”

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You rolled your eyes back in ecstasy, feeling the wet muscle against your entrance, lightly giving it kitten licks, making it a point to flick at your clit. The man lapped at your juices and slurped up the clear arousal like it was the final meal of his life. Your hands grasp onto his hair, grinding your clit against his nose, moving your hips down towards the top of his nose.

“You're so cute, even with that little clit waiting to get suckled on…” You felt him grab your hips, and his thumb ghosted against the bundle of nerves, immediately feeling something slip out of your entrance. He pulled away from your warm and wet entrance and slipped his ring finger in, feeling your gummy walls flutter at the sensation.

“There you go, you're doing perfect. Take deep breaths.” He hummed, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“Spit on it…” You demanded, squirming your hips. “Not just yet, cariño.” He shushed you, pulling his fingers out and licking the clear arousal off. His tongue lightly probed at your fluttering hole a bit and slowly pulled away. The way your walls contracted, begging to be filled with his length, was enough for the man wanting to cave in.

“We’re going to do something different, cariño.” He breathed to you before he managed to toss you around on the couch, eventually with you on top and him below you. “Come on, put yourself to work.” He demands, feeling your soft, wet pussy against his aching cock.

Reaching down, your hand finally found his length, and you felt yourself playing with it more than anything. You tapped the tip against your entrance, excited to sink into his girth. “No, no, I don't think you understand. I don't want it to be inside just yet.” He pauses for a moment before he moved his hips away from your needy, wet entrance.

“I want you to grind on it.” He breathes out.

You hesitate before you let his cock go, allowing his length to land against his happy trail and lower stomach. Adjusting yourself and placing your hands on his shoulders, you slowly moved your aching core up and down his cock, feeling your clit get the right amount of friction. A quiet moan escapes your lips while the veins down his cock rub against the pearl of nerves. “There you go, cariño…” Miguel groaned out, feeling your arousal coat against his aching length.

“Put your whole weight down; none of this squatting bullcrap.” He grabs you by the hips and pushes you down; you feel his dick in between your folds, causing a gasp to escape. Before even having the time to get yourself comfortable, the hold he had on your waist while he moved you up and down against his length felt as if you were withering under his control. A familiar, warm, tight sensation builds up in your lower stomach before you erupt out a loud, whimpering moan.

“Does that feel good? Do you like that?” He heaves, still guiding you closer and closer to your orgasm. The way you trembled and made a whimpering sound was an indicator for Miguel. “All you gotta do is feel good for me, understand?” You nod, dumbed down by the arousal. The tension was almost palpable and thin, like a threading needle waiting to be snipped off by the sisters of faith with their sharp scissors.

“Aww, you can't speak? Is my girl getting dumbed down by grinding herself on my cock? Qué sucia. Dímelo, ya lo quieres?” His words sounded like venom—sweet but intoxicating venom escaping from his tongue and lips. The only response from you was a moan while you moved your hips after Miguel seized his movements. “¿Lo quieres?” He groans out, feeling his cock lubricated by your arousal.

“¿Quién te hace sentir bien? Dímelo fuerte, cariño. Quién.” He seizes your movements, not letting you reach your first high for the night. “You…” You breathed out. “Fuck, damn right you are…” Your fingernails dug into his shoulders, creating little crescent indents on his skin, but the man didn't care.

Slowly, Miguel sat up from where he lay down and decided to help his girl. “Here…” His hand reached down to his length, with his fingers holding onto the base of his cock. “Spit on it.” You demanded once again. “Eager, aren't we?” He mused before he spat down, and you felt it land on your clit, causing him to rub his thumb against it slowly, allowing your clit to be doused in his spit.

“C’mon, ride me. Ride me the way I like it.” You felt him tap his now-doused tip against your entrance before you grind yourself into his length, earning a moan for the both of you. “Jesus, your so fucking tight and small.” He groaned out. “Are you trying to make me come—” You felt your knees immediately regret the position, knowing that you're going to be the one to do a lot of cardio for this overstimulated man.

While bouncing on his cock, you felt his grip on your hips tighten, almost as if you were going to slip away from him. “There you go…” Miguel heaves out, soon pulling you into an embrace. “Let me fuck it in you, stay still…” He breathes before you slow your movements down to a halt.

The sound of skin slapping and your loud moans crescendo filled the living room space while being held onto a tight embrace and feeling his cock pumping inside you. Your whimpering cries became more noticeable as your cries went in sync with his harsh thrust. “More…” You whined out, feeling your fingernails dig into his skin; the fast-paced thrusts soon turned sloppy, with his cock sliding out of you every once in a while. “You're killing me, neña…” Miguel groans quietly, keeping up with the rapid, uneven pace, creating a wet, slapping noise.

“C’mon, let's finish together, make me proud.” Tears began to form, and some rolled down your cheeks while you kept up with the overstimulation and with how his tip aggressively bullied at your cervix. “More…” You demanded, moving in sync with his harsh thrusts.

As you were getting your guts rearranged on the couch by Miguel, you couldn't help but notice the creaking sounds coming from underneath the both of you. It seemed to be getting louder by the minute as if the old piece of furniture couldn't bear the weight of two people anymore. Just then, a sharp crack echoed through the room, causing you to jolt and lose your balance. Miguel, however, seemed unfazed by the noise and rolled his eyes as if he was used to it. He continued to keep up with the rapid movements, brushing his happy trail against your lower stomach. “I'll get a new couch soon…” You wanted to laugh at how nonchalant he was being bit the only sounds you can produce is a loud, needy moan instead.

The sounds of whimpers, moans, and cries were palpable; knowing that the two of you would get a noise complaint from neighbors, you didn't care. “Yes! Yes!” You squealed, feeling your climax slowly building up. Clear liquid gushes out, while a loud moan is the last sound you can produce deep into your chest. “Please let me breed you, fuck, I'm gonna breed you, cariño.” He pants to you, thrusting his cock into you, earning another orgasm from you and a splash zone on the already collapsed couch. “You feel so good…”

The way you felt him twitch inside you, along with his rapid rhythm slowly coming to an end. The pullout was swift, with some of Miguel’s remnants seeping out of your fluttering hole. “Good girl…” He rubbed his hand on your hip lovingly, seeing his semen oozing out and onto the fabric of the couch. A kiss to your lips brought you back to your senses as you happily returned the kiss and calmed down from your high.

“The couch…”

“I needed a new one anyways.”

[httpsghostie]

I’m a new follower but I literally so obsessed it’s unhealthy. Like it’s to the point where I just daydream about the fics you wrote.

My birthday is coming up, and my dirty mind is restless.

I am not requesting a whole fic, maybe a Drabble about female reader with König and Ghost 🤭 and they find out it’s her birthday 🤭 and give her a very… big… birthday present. 😏😏😏. I am sorry 😂

(If anything makes you uncomfortable please ignore this.)

Big fan,

Love you. ❤️❤️

Birthday Gift

honestly? no words, we're the same

btw happy birthday!!!! wish you the best (by that I mean I hope you find yourself between ghost and könig)!! ilyyy <33

this is so filthy why am I like this

hope you enjoyyy!

Summary: it's your birthday and your friends want to give you a big present.

Word Count: 1,8k

Warnings: smut, Simon 'Ghost' Riley x female!reader x König, unprotected piv and dvp sex (dont b silly wrap your weenie), breeding kink, lots of pet names, no use of y/n

masterlist

On a typical morning of work, you found yourself casually having breakfast with Price. It wasn't common for him to be around for more than ten minutes, so you just enjoyed a little bit of bonding with your captain, who almost always treated you like a long distance daughter.

"You're gonna get older in a few days." He started, sipping his coffee. "Excited?"

"Yay, minus one year!" You cheered playfully and he chuckled. He was the only one in the squad who knew your birthday anyway.

As he finished his plate, he grabbed his hat from the table and excused himself off, and you followed your day with the chores you were assigned to.

A few days passed by and it was finally your big day, and you were woken up in the middle of the night by your teammates knocking on your door. As you sleepily opened the door, you couldn't hold back a smile.

They were in party hats, and Soap was in the middle, holding a definitely homemade cake, telling you to make a wish. You chuckled at the sight, a little bit of the pink icing simply falling on his finger. You closed your eyes and blew the candles, and they invited themselves in.

They thought of everything, they were able to sneak a few plates, forks, cups, soda and especially the cake into your room without disturbing any other soldiers. You all sat in a circle on the ground and ate the cake, giggling and chuckling quietly like you were all teenagers in a sleepover. Slowly they went back to their rooms, leaving you, Ghost and König behind.

They looked at each other nervously, and you couldn't comprehend what they were trying to telepathically communicate, mostly because emotions couldn't be displayed over the fabric that covered their faces. Ghost wore a simple black balaclava and König wore his usual t-shirt hood.

"So…" Ghost cleared his throat in annoyance at König's obliviousness. "We have a present for you."

"If you want." König added.

"If you want." Ghost sighed and rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

"I mean- I do, what is it?" You chuckled in confusion, looking at them.

Ghost clears his throat and slowly gets up from the floor you were all sitting on. König follows his lead and they both stand towering over you. You get on your knees to get up too, but König's hand gently presses your shoulder back down.

"You know," Ghost starts untying the knot of his sweatpants and pulling them down together with his boxers, enough to expose his already hard member, "we just didn't have the time to wrap it."

He placed the tip on your lips and slowly pushed himself inside your mouth. What the fuck was happening? You thought to yourself, but you weren't mad, though.

König got rid of his clothes, tapping his dick on your face, and you pulled away from Ghost with a pop, jerking him off. Your lips met with the precum seeping out of König's tip.

"Been dying to know how those pretty lips feel around my cock." He said between gritted teeth as he entered your mouth slowly.

You bobbed your head up and down, trying to take the most you could, but they were so big. Ghost held your hand firmly around his cock and slowly fucked your fist as König held your hair in a ponytail so it didn't fall on your face.

You pulled away once again and sucked Ghost eagerly, gagging when he brushed his dick in your throat. Your hands jerked König off at the same speed you bobbed your head.

König couldn't contain himself anymore, he needed to be inside of you, he needed to stretch you out. He picked you up and threw you on the bed, taking your pants off instantly. Ghost took his clothes off, and then your shirt, and positioned himself beside you, one of his hands holding the back of your knee to spread for König.

The austrian man spared no time to go down on you, his tongue swirling around your already wet folds. He moaned into your clit as he masturbated, imagining how tight you'd feel, Ghost watched as you moaned under him. His tongue worked magically, and you lost it when he inserted two fingers inside of you.

But he was impatient, he only did that for you to grow used to his not so subtle size. He towered over you and lined himself with your entrance, pushing it deep inside and holding your legs around his waist.

“Bet she’s fucking tight, eh?” Ghost murmured, lost in the heat of your pussy swallowing such a fat cock. He got closer to you, his dick hovering over your face. You licked a long strike from his balls to his extremity, and took him all in your mouth. Your hand grabbed his thigh as he was kneeling beside you, and signaled for him to define the pace. “What a slut, huh? Want me to fuck your mouth, is that it?” He growled in his thick accent.

You nodded anxiously, the feeling of being stuffed almost too overwhelming. He fucked your mouth ruthlessly, inevitably making you choke and gag, drooling all over yourself. König watched as you had fun on Ghost’s cock and buried himself deep into your cervix, mercilessly pounding into you.

“You take us so well, liebling.” He whined, holding your hips firmly. You couldn’t help but moan at the sudden roughness, but your moans were muffled as your mouth was filled. Ghost’s hand traveled to your clit, where he started to draw circles and rip a few more cries from you. König held your thighs against you and railed whatever thoughts you had on your brain.

“Be a good girl ‘n cum for us.” Ghost demanded as he pulled away from your mouth and you were finally able to gasp for air. König’s thrusts combined with Ghost’s hand stimulating your clit were too much to take, and the knot inside of your stomach rapidly increased.

“Fuck, I’m so close.” You whined pathetically, and they didn’t stop. König reached a spot you didn’t even know he could, and you weren’t able to hold it anymore, orgasming on his dick and clenching around him.

“There you go, engel.” König said, pulling out. He caressed your fucked out face and lifted his hood to plant a kiss on your lips, that turned into him sucking and biting your neck.

Ghost grabbed you from the waist and flipped you over, pulling you by the hips and brushing the tip of his cock all around your vulva. König sat down in front of you and jerked his throbbing length slowly, not breaking eye contact with you. Something about his innocent eyes behind that mask was so sexy. Ghost entered your abused hole and gave you a second to adjust, he wasn’t as big as König, but he was far from average too. Everything about them was far beyond average.

The soothing touch of Ghost’s hands on your ass were soon washed away when he started to fuck you viciously, digging his nails on your flesh. König also impatiently grabbed your hair and made you suck on his cock, one hand holding the base of it. He didn’t push you, instead he held your head firmly and bucked his hips up in order to fuck your mouth. You looked at him with innocent eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“‘M gonna use this pretty cunt of yours as my fucking toy.” Ghost muttered in a husky voice. “Show me how needy you are.” He gripped your hips so strong you swore it would bruise. He slammed his weight on you relentlessly, your moans vibrating on König’s cock.

“That’s it, hase, ‘feel so fucking good.” König whimpered.

The sounds in your room were unholy, the air was filled with lust and sex, and you felt another climax approaching. König pulled you up, manhandling you to straddle his lap, and made you sit on his shaft. You whined at the sudden loss of Ghost’s dick and the denial of your orgasm, but gladly bounced on König, your ass jiggling up and down. Ghost came right behind you, lining himself with your pussy and thrusting hard into you, making you feel even more filled, if that was even possible.

“Look at this,” Ghost said, “taking two cocks in your pussy.” You moaned in response, your forehead laying against König’s chest. “Tell us the truth, you’ve been dreaming about this, don’t you?” Your eyes meet König’s, and you nod. His head falls back and he rolls his eyes. “I asked you a question.” Ghost chokes you firmly, raising your chest.

“Yes, fuck.” You whimper, closing your eyes as another wave of heat clashed against your bruised flesh. “I’ve been needing this for way too long.” He smirks.

“Don’t tell me.” He says in a low and cocky tone. “That’s why you stare at us like there’s no tomorrow, huh?” He said in between breaths. 

The heat of an orgasm hits you again, and you cry out in pleasure, legs trembling as König holds your thighs firmly and looks deeply in your eyes.

“I can’t…” You manage out a moan. “Too much…” Your brain was melting at this point.

“Shh, hase, didn’t you say you wanted this?” König pleaded. “Shut up and take your birthday gift. It’s not our fault that you’re a needy whore that won’t stop coming on our cocks.” Ghost widens his eyes at the sudden words of the impatient König beneath you, and you can’t help but feel embarrassed, cheeks painted red with shame. König whined, digging his nails even deeper on your hips, desperately trying to reach his high. “Want my cum inside you?” 

You press your lips together, feeling sweat dripping on your spine as Ghost holds your arms on your sides, and you nod. He inserts two fingers in your mouth, smiling when you gag on them. And he comes. You feel the warm seeds filling your pussy as he pulls out, leaving Ghost to chase his climax alone, fucking his cum back into your walls.

He unexpectedly pulls out and grabs a fistful of your hair as he gets up and stands in front of you, his cock already coated with König’s cum. He jerks himself relentlessly in front of you until he cums on your tongue, his head falling back and rolling his eyes. You swallow his bitter cum and suck him a few more times.

“Well, happy birthday.” He says, lifting the mask and giving you a peck on your sweaty forehead.

[endlessthxxghts]

Need You

Husband!Frankie Morales x wife!afab!reader || W/C: ≈5k

Summary: Tío Santi comes to the rescue when Frankie confides in him about how the two of you have been way too busy for one another.

Warnings: Crazy events of Triple Frontier don't happen; let's just give these guys some happiness. Instead of coke, Frankie’s drug is you (LMAOOO). No “y/n.” No physical descriptions of reader (besides clothing choices), she looks like you😏 and big strong man Frankie can carry you <333. Reader knows a bit of Spanish. SMUT 18+ MDNI. Oral sex (f receiving). Unprotected P in V sex. Slow and sloppy😵‍💫. Breeding kink. Domestic kink (they get really spurred on calling each other husband and wife/esposo y esposa). Possessive kink. Daddy kink (but in the sense that reader just loves seeing Frankie as a Dad and wants to give more babies to parent!!!). Pussy slapping... Cum play/eating. Vaginal fingering/fucking. Squirting. Slight Dom!Frankie (he just really wants to hear his wife beg for his cum!!). Mentions of shower ✨activities✨. A lot of love basically — physically and emotionally. Extra warning for the parents who can’t leave their child with other people — Tío Santi takes their baby out to eat and get treats; she’s in good hands, I promise!!!

A/N: Husband Frankie is rotting my brain bad. Especially girl dad!Frankie. My ovaries are screaming. So here's this little 5k bad boy I whipped up. This is very much a porn with a bit of (yummy domestic) plot. Hope y’all enjoy. Thank you to my sweet sweet bae @javierpena-inatacvest for proof-reading this and hyping me up since it’s my first Frankie story to be posted! I love you so much 🥹🥹💚 (edit: someone had a comment about why Isa is amorcito instead of amorcita, so in case you had that question as well, read my explanation here!)

MASTERLIST || NOTIF BLOG

“Querida, I’m home!” Frankie called out. 

“In Isa’s room, baby!” you responded. 

Santi tagged along on his treck home today, offering to take Isa out for lunch and sweets after Frankie told him how both of you have been crazy busy lately. He helps himself to the kitchen while Frankie makes his way to you.

Frankie lightly knocks on the door before entering, gasping out in delight to earn a bubbly reaction from his three year old daughter. “Ay, mi esposa (my wife),” he exclaims, giving you a soft kiss to your lips. He looks to his daughter and grabs her from you, “y mi amorcito (and my little love),” he says, throwing her up in the air, coaxing a few more giggles out of her. 

He sets her back down to play with her toys, and Frankie turns to you, pulling you in for a proper hello. Your lips slot against each other in a needy embrace, still as reserved as you two can be with your child in the room. He pulls away first, arms not leaving your waist. “Hi, mama,” he says with an adoring smile. “Hi, honey,” you respond, heart still skipping a few beats as if it’s your first time meeting him. He guides you to outside the doorway, closing Isa’s room ajar, so you both are out of her view.

“Santi’s here,” he tells you. “He offered to, uh, take Isa out to get food and some dessert,” he adds nonchalantly, trying to gauge your reaction. It’s been three years since your baby was born, and still you’re always reluctant to leave her with others. It’s not that you don’t trust the people you leave her with, it’s the fact that if anything were to happen — Gods forbid — you wouldn’t be able to be there, to comfort and protect her. 

Your eyebrow raises in response. He squeezes you tighter into him, ducking closer to your ear. “And I was thinking,” he kisses the sweet spot near your pulse point, “we could take some time for ourselves?” He continues kissing and nipping at your neck, uttering a small please baby as he makes his way back to your lips. 

Little did Frankie know, you didn’t need any convincing at all. You were just about ready to drop her off at your parents as soon as he got home from work today. You don’t tell him though. You like hearing him be a little desperate for you. 

His hand skates lower to your ass, the other hand making its way to cup your front. “It’s been weeks, baby, I need to taste her,” he says, damn near a whine. 

You grab both sides of his face and pull him into a searing kiss. “Go pack her bag,” you whisper as you pull away from his grasp, making your way to Santi to give him the rundown. 

In record time, Frankie packs Isa’s go bag in under five minutes: diapers, extra change of clothes, baby wipes, baby Benadryl, and some of her comfort snacks just in case she’s extra picky today. He picks up his baby, assessing if she needs a diaper change — she’s dry — and heads to the kitchen. “Wanna hang with Tío Santi today, mi amor?”

Her face lights up, and she squeals, “yes, daddy, pleeeeaaase!” 

He chuckles, his heart warming at how much she loves his best friend, his brother. 

He and Isa enter the kitchen to you giving Santi the rundown on her allergies. 

“We exposed her to all the major allergens already and no reactions, except for peanuts — she gets a little red, so just watch out for that. There’ll be Benadryl in her pack just in case.”

Santi gives you a salute, “Sir, yes, sir.” 

You playfully roll your eyes at his antics. “One more thing,” you say as you go to kiss your baby goodbye. “Usually I’d ask if you could send pictures throughout the time you’re gone…” you look at Frankie. 

Santi smirks, knowing where this is headed. 

“But you don’t have to. At least for today,” your face remains composed, but the heat spreading across your cheeks exposes you. 

“Got it. No peanuts,” Santi says, reaching for the bag off Frankie’s shoulder and the keys from his pocket, “and no interruptions,” he winks at you both. “Let me know when you guys are ready for us to come back,” he looks to his beautiful niece in her mother’s arms, peppering her with goodbye kisses. 

“Vamanos (let’s go), mija!” Santi says, prying her out of your arms. Frankie reaches to give her one last kiss on her forehead, and they’re out the door. 

As soon as the front door clicks shut, Frankie is on you in an instant, too riled up to wait until you’re in the bedroom. He needs you badly, and he needs you now. He’s caging you in between his body and the kitchen counter, lips on you like he’ll die tonight if he doesn’t touch you. Your lungs are burning for air, yet you don’t pull away. You can’t. He’s too addicting. Too much time has passed without the pleasure you two bring one another, so you’ll sacrifice one survival need for another. 

Before you know it, his hands are at the base of your ass, lifting you to the kitchen counter, and his lips are dragging down your jaw, your neck, and into your cleavage, nipping every little exposed place your cropped tank allows him. His hands are at the waistband of your sweats, pulling them down as he brings himself to his knees. 

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he takes a deep breath in. His eyes are impossibly darker, demeanor turning animalistic as he feels just your sweats alone and no underwear. He gets a view of your already glistening pussy, and he can’t help the growl that leaves his throat. 

He settles his hands under the globe of your ass and scoots you to the edge, your thighs finding solace on his shoulders. You immediately lean back on your elbows, knowing the moment his mouth is on you, your body will go weak at his touch. 

Without any warning, his tongue licks the entirety of your leaking seam, hands automatically gripping you tighter as the taste of you hits his tongue. The sound that leaves you sends shivers down his spine, his cock painfully hard and leaking in his jeans. He licks you a few more times, letting his drool drip down his tongue and spread all over you, making you a soaking mess of your arousal and his spit. 

Once you’re drenched to his liking, he dives right in, face completely flushed against your sex, sloppily sucking and licking into you, hitting all the right buttons to make you see fucking stars. By his hands or his tongue, he still knows how to steer you in the direction of the most beautiful constellations, even if they are behind your eyelids. 

“Frankie, fuck-!” you yell out, your inhibitions automatically down with the fact that the house is left to the two of you. Frankie’s hips involuntarily buck into nothing at your moans, missing the sounds you always made for him. Ever since Isa was born, both of you made a conscious effort to work on your noise levels — especially you. You were the most vocal he’s ever been with, and fuck if it didn’t make him all the more whipped. He almost forgot what your sounds do to him. Almost. But now that you’ve given him a taste again after so long, he needs more. 

He circles your clit a few times and sucks it, hard. He pulls off with a lewd pop, his dominant hand leaving your ass and making its way to your entrance. You’re such a fucking mess that his two fingers slide right in, giving you the extra push Frankie needed to pull more heavenly moans and whimpers out of you. “Let me hear you, mama,” he says, tongue circling your clit as his fingers work you to the edge. “Sing for me, baby,” and with what little strength you have, you force your head forward to watch his ministrations, and the sight is what sends you falling first. Frankie’s mouth is wrapped around the entirety of you, eyes dark and on yours, his hooked nose rubbing against all the right places while his arm muscles ripple as he fucks his fingers in and out of you. 

“Shit- oh, fuck-” you whine out, your head like a bobble head, too heavy to maintain upright. Frankie curls his fingers just right, and-

 “Oh my God, Francisco, oh my God!” Your hips are bucking into his face, his own strength unable to keep your hips down with how hard your orgasm is hitting you. He lets you ride out your wave on his face, drinking every last drop coming out of you. 

His fingers are out of you now, Frankie immediately cleaning them in his mouth, not wanting to Iet any of your sweet syrup go to waste. Your chest is heaving, eyes clamped shut, and your body is entirely limp. Frankie stands to his full height, and he’s pulling you up to sit up straight, his hands guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. He chuckles a little. “Still with me?” 

Your torso loses its strength momentarily, and you almost fall back. His arms immediately wrap around you, supporting you to maintain your upright position. You laugh at yourself, a blissed out smile gracing your face. He feels his heart flutter, just as strong as when he first met you. “Yeah, yeah, I’m here, you monster,” you lightly laugh, resting your head on him. “God, I love you,” your voice slightly muffled from burrowing yourself into his chest. 

His one hand leaves your back and wraps itself around your jaw, bringing your lips up to his. You can taste yourself on him, and you can already feel another fire being lit deep in your core, your arousal dripping onto the kitchen counter as your lips continue with his. 

You pull away, breathless, ready for more. “Take me to bed, baby.” 

“You sure you’re ready now?” He smirks. 

“Keep teasing, and I won’t let you cum inside of me, big boy.” 

His lips find yours again in a bruising manner, a growl leaves him as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. “Last I checked, you were the one begging for me to fuck my cum so deep inside you that it had no other option but to latch on. If that’s what you want again, baby, all you gotta do is ask.” 

You whimper in response, your spurt of dominance dissipating immediately. 

“That what you want, baby? Come on, tell me. I wanna hear it.” 

Your eyes are glossing over, too pent up with a fertile need to get your brain to come up with any kind of response. His grasp on your jaw tightens, his lips ghosting yours as he talks. “Tell me you want my cum, baby. Tell me you want me to fill you up so fucking full of me.” 

“Yes, baby, fuck, I need you. I need you inside of me, I need you to fill me. Please, you’re such a good daddy, I wanna give you more, please,” you ramble on. His mouth is on you again in a sloppy embrace as he picks you up and guides you two to your bedroom. 

He sets you down at the edge of the bed. He guides your shirt off, then his. He pulls back for a second and shucks his bottoms off, giving you a complete view of his tanned and toned naked body, his little tummy a little soft around the edges. Your pussy is crying at the sight. 

You don’t waste anymore time as you settle yourself to the center of your bed, your legs already falling open with muscle memory. Frankie licks his lips at the sight. Part of him just wants to go down on you again, but the way his cock is screaming at him for release and your pussy is clenching on nothing—yeah, his oral fixation can wait. 

He settles himself in between your legs. His hands are grounded into the pillow beside your head as your legs automatically hook around his waist. He rubs his length across your wetness, you mewl for him as he lets his tip drag across your clit. 

“Baby, please,” you whine. 

“I’ve got you, baby.” 

His tip breaches your entrance. God, you’ve missed him so much, and you tell him exactly that. 

His lips are on yours, never really satiated with the amount of kisses he takes from you, “I fuckin’ missed you so much.” He pushes deeper in. “God, my beautiful wife, I love you so much,” he breathes out as his lips graze your temple. 

His hips are flushed with yours, your hands secure themselves around his neck. “Please, baby, let’s never go this long again, I need you so bad,” he rasps. He’s pulling out again, his head kissing your core. “Need you always,” he says as he pushes back in, maintaining a slow but hard rhythm.

You pull him impossibly closer into you, your hands grasping and feeling him anywhere you can reach. You rock your hips to meet every push and pull of his own, lips ghosting each other with each movement, your eyes threatening to roll back at how entirely full you feel. 

He’s taking his fucking time with you tonight, fucking you slowly into the mattress, harder with each thrust, reveling in sound of your pussy each time he pushes in, and he can’t help the way he smiles into the sloppy kisses and shared breaths. 

You’re a complete mess, tears falling from your eyes at how addicting he feels mixed with the pure love you have for this man. You really don’t even register what you’re babbling about, but that doesn’t matter. Frankie’s in heaven listening to a mixture of your drawn out moans, the occasional Lord’s name in vain, and the repeated I love you, baby, I love you so much.

One of his hands drag down to your clit, rubbing clumsy yet perfect circles, forcing your dam to finally break. He’s completely soaked in you and so are your thighs and the bedsheets. Your fall is slow but all-consuming. Your back arches into him, your nipples rubbing deliciously against his chest, and the feeling is the final push that sends him painting your walls white. 

His hand leaves your swollen clit and wraps itself around your lower back, helping you maintain your arch form as he continues rocking himself into you well into his softened state. He can feel your body start to tense out of overstimulation, so he finally pulls out of you, leaving you a leaking mess of both your and his cum. He sits back on his hunches, his fingers drawing circles on your inner thighs, just admiring the sight until his cock begins to stir again. 

“Jesus, Morales,” you giggle breathily as you clocked the jump of his length.

He leans over you again, giving you a sweet, lengthy kiss as he begins to slide himself off the bed. “What can I say, baby? I’m insatiable with you,” he gives you a mischievous smirk. 

He heads to the kitchen, returning to the bedroom with a chilled glass of water for you. “Drink up,” he says.

Before he makes it to the en suite bathroom, he adds, “I’m not done with you yet, mama.”

Despite the sensitivity down there, your pussy flutters at his words, craving him down there in any way shape or form.

He returns with a warm cloth, cleaning you up as best as he can with your second round of slick and his endless load of cum pouring from you. He sets the cloth down somewhere on the floor and situates himself up against the headboard. He wordlessly guides you to lay between his legs, your chest resting against his. 

“Wanna check on Isa?” Frankie asks, albeit a little shy. You smirk a little, knowing you’re usually the one to cave first. You make grabby hands at your phone on the nightstand, nudging Frankie to grab it since his wingspan is much larger than yours. He hands it to you, and you immediately dial Santi, hitting the speaker button as it rings.

“Hey, Santi.” 

“Hey, Mrs. Fish,” you can hear him laugh at his name for you. Frankie also gives a little laugh. He thought it was the funniest thing he’s ever said during your guys’ wedding reception. He calls you that more than your own name now. 

“How’s it going?” you try to ask in an unconcerned fashion. Santi knows you both all too well to know that isn’t the case. 

“You know you two didn’t have to quit just to check on her, right? Tío Santi knows how to distract! Also, tío Santi knows how to put her down for a nap!” He says proudly.

“I believe you, Santi, don’t worry. Just checking. Frankie just kept bugging-” 

Before you could continue your sentence, Frankie’s hands immediately go to your sides, hitting all your ticklish spots. You scream out, a loud stream of giggles leaving you. 

“Coño, por favor, not while I’m on the phone!” You hear Santi say. “Sorry, Sorry,” you say, still out of breath from Frankie’s merciless attack. 

“Actually, Santi, can I ask another favor?” 

Frankie looks at you confused. You smirk at him. “Is tío Santi prepared for his first sleepover?” His confusion fades and immediately his eyes are consumed with pure lust, his soft brown eyes turning black. 

Santi is silent for a moment. “You two are downright feral, you know that, right?”

You stifle a laugh. “Ay Dios mío (oh my God),” Frankie mutters. 

“As long as I get another niece — or nephew, I really have no preference — in nine months time…” Santi trails off in thought. “Then I’d dedicate every damn weekend to her,” he says. 

You turn your head around and up to meet Frankie’s eyes, both of you in shock at Santi’s silent invitation, silence fills the air for a moment before you finally bring yourself to speak. 

“Oh? Alright, then,” you softly say. “Thank you, Santi, you’re the best. We’ll text you, okay? Bye,” you hang up, not giving Santi any chances to return the call-ending formalities. You and Frankie are still looking at each other, eyes wild at the proposition before you. 

“Every weekend, huh?” Frankie says, breaking the tension first. His head dips down to place a kiss where your neck and shoulder meet. 

You suck in a breath, arousal forming faster than a strike of lightning. “Mhm,” you barely get out. His hands are roaming your body now, your phone thrown haphazardly somewhere in the room, long forgotten. He places his hands on the insides of your thighs, spreading you open and keeping them atop his own legs, so he can hold you open. His one hand is spread largely over your lower belly while his other hand is already teasing your core. 

His finger circles directly on your clit, you yelp in response, your body twitching. “Every weekend, I’m gonna get to fuck my wife, huh?” Frankie says into your ear. “Gonna fill her full of me?” Your hips buck at the huskiness of his voice, of his possessiveness over you. Your response is incoherent, more of a moan than anything. Next thing you know, your room reverberates with the noise of a wet slap. 

He spanked your pussy. The sound that escapes your throat is beyond arousing, Frankie’s cock back to life, dripping on your lower back. “Answer me properly, baby,” he says again, softly. His fingers are circling your clit again, forcing more of your wetness out of you, his cum from earlier still seeking its place on your bedsheets.

“Mmm, fuck-” you breathe, “Yes, yes, every weekend, baby,” you’re nodding your head frantically as you try to keep your eyes trained on his actions down below. “Every weekend you’re gonna make me so full,” you whimper, “Gonna fuck a baby into me, daddy, I need you so bad.”

He slides two of his fingers into you at your words, his hips grind into your back at the feel of your warmth, of his spend keeping you nice and wet. His fingers pump in and out of you at a languid pace, his fingers arching in a come-here motion to beckon more of his cum onto his fingers. He pulls out of you momentarily, analyzing the mess he’s made. “Open, querida,” he whispers, likely in a trance at the sight. 

You open your mouth, tongue out and ready. He sticks his fingers into your mouth, and you lap up his salty spend greedily, as if it were the sweetest of syrups. You taste a distinct tanginess on his fingers, most likely the product of your own arousal. Your eyes fall shut at your taste, eyes feeling heavy and too blissed out to stay open. He pulls out of your mouth with a pop and grabs your chin, turning your face to his. He pulls you in for an open-mouthed kiss, wet and hot. His hand leaves your face and returns to your core. His fingers are back inside you, pushing in and out as his palm grinds perfectly into your clit. Your hips are moving in tandem, providing you with the perfect rhythm to soak him all over again. His lips never break from your own, tongues dancing in a way only you two get to know. 

Your hand seeks purchase at the back of his neck, tugging at the base of his curls, taking away his opportunity to break away from you. He moans into your mouth at the sharp sensation, your lower back a sticky mess from how much he’s leaking onto you. 

Finally, you break away, lips still connected by the thinnest of spit lines. “Baby, I- I’m gonna cum, shit-”

Frankie lets out a growl, desperate to have you fall apart on him. He maintains his same pace, adding a bit more pressure of his palm to your clit, his other hand pushing harder down into your belly, knowing how crazy the stimulation drives you. “Give it to me,” he mumbles in your ear, his heavy breathing fanning across your cheek. “Need it, baby. Need you,” he whines. 

“Fuck-!” you yell out, head pushing harder into his shoulder, eyes clamping shut and forming white, blinding fireworks beneath your eyelids. He fucks his fingers in you as you ride out your high, tears letting loose as your pussy squirts into his hand and all over both your bottom halves. 

The sight transforms him into a cumming mess, the only stimulation being the friction from your backside as he rutted into you. You don’t notice the warm wetness between your bodies until your body falls completely limp against him, breathing still heavy but slowly returning to normal. Frankie bejewels your face with sweet kisses — from your temples to the edge of your shoulder that he can reach — as you slowly come back to Earth. 

You look up at him now, a soft smile spread across your face. His heart stutters at the sight. You shift your back a little. “Did you…?”

“Yes, I did,” Frankie admits way too quickly, embarrassment flooding his face. 

You pull him into one more kiss before you start to get up. “Come on. Shower and then we eat,” you tell him. “You didn’t get to settle yourself down after work,” you add, slightly scolding him for his impatience yet also silently thanking him. 

“I can always eat in the shower,” Frankie adds suggestively, his eyes giving your body a once over as you stand beside the bed, waiting for him to get a move on. 

“Morales!” you gasp out. “Bad,” you say, shaking your head from side to side. 

“You know it’s gonna happen, mi amor (my love),” he says as he stands, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you into him, seeking your warmth. 

And it does happen. He makes you fall apart on his tongue twice, and you pay him back by reducing him down to jelly legs as you fuck his cum down your throat. By the time you two actually start your shower, the water is completely cold, not one drop of hot water available. 

Post-shower, you two cook a fast, simple meal, too eager to be on each other again, but too aware of how important it is to give your body sustenance in order to continue with your feral behavior. You only get a few hours of sleep that night. Falling asleep after each round only to wake back up a horny, dripping mess just to fuck again. You don’t remember the last time you two did something like this, but damn were you two needing it. You made a mental note to thank Santi for his much needed offer.

The next morning you wake up at seven, the first sensation you feel for the day is your sore pussy, red and puffy as she begs you to give her a break. You look at the knocked out man beside you, give him a kiss on the forehead and break away from his hold, bringing yourself to the bathroom. You take your phone with you. 

[07:13] Just woke up. Drop Isabela off whenever you’re ready. 

[07:15] God, no wonder she’s up already. She’s got your early ass schedule. 

You laugh to yourself, picturing Santi a half asleep man child as your daughter crawls all over him, forcing him to get up, too. What Santi didn’t know was that it was actually Isa’s schedule that you were on. 

[07:16] Pobrecito (poor thing). :( 

[07:16] She’ll probably be asking for Frankie soon. She always cuddles him in the morning. 

[07:17] Yep, she just did. I’ll feed her some breakfast now, then we’ll be on our way. That good, Mrs. Fish?

[07:18] If it’s good with little Fish, then it’s good with me. 

He sends you a thumbs up, and you set your phone down. You wash up and get ready for the day. 

After you brush your teeth and wash your face, you head to Frankie’s side of the closet and grab one of his soft, cotton tees to throw on. 

You head to the kitchen, your first course of action being to fire up the espresso machine. Espresso is the only form of coffee you drink, and soon enough, Frankie followed in your footsteps. Just as you suspected, as soon as the smell of the beans filled the air, Frankie appeared in the kitchen. His sleepy eyes and sexed out hair on display nearly cause your knees to buckle, your aching pussy betraying your want for a lazy morning. 

He makes his way to you and kisses you, soft and slow, probably needing a lazy morning just as much as you. “Good morning, mi esposa (my wife),” he says, voice still raspy from sleep. 

“Mmm, good morning, mi esposo (my husband),” you smile up at him. “Sleep well?”

“With the sleep that I did get, I’d say yeah,” he says. “You really tired me out, hermosa (beautiful),” he adds.

You pull him down for another kiss. You’ll never tire of the feeling. “Waffles?”

His eyes light up, a boyish grin on his face. “Yes, please.”

Around 8:30 as you and Frankie finish your waffles, the front door is unlocking. A little girl with crazy hair comes busting in, running straight for the both of you to pull you guys into a tight group hug. 

“Mommy! Daddy!” she screams.

“Mi amorcito,” Frankie responds, matching her energy. “Mi niña loca (my crazy girl),” you squeal. “I missed you so much!” you add. 

You and Frankie kiss each of her cheeks, sandwiching her little face. 

“Did you have fun with tío Santi?” you ask.

“So much fun, mommy! We had ice cream for break-”

Before she could finish, Santi chimes in. “O-o-okayyyyy, Isa!” he claps his hand once. “Why don’t you bring this to your room,” he hands her a tiny gift bag — probably the product of some shopping they did — “while I talk to mommy and daddy?”

“Okay, tío Santi!” She takes the bag and makes her way to her room. 

Your eyebrows are raised in mock scolding as you wait for Santi to explain himself. “Hey! In my defense, those puppy dog eyes are a killer. I couldn’t say no.”

The three of you break out into laughter, Frankie going in for a hug, clapping Santi on the back as he releases him. 

“Waffles?” you offer Santi. He graciously accepts, making his way to the other side of the kitchen counter, helping himself. 

“So-” you and Frankie say at the same time. Santi pauses his actions mid-bite. 

Frankie nudges you to speak first. You clear your throat to ease the awkwardness in the room. 

“So,” you start again. “Were you, uh… were you serious about watching Isa?” you ask?

“Every weekend?” Frankie adds. 

You giggle, nodding an affirmative at your husband. “Yes, every weekend?” 

Santi finishes the bite he paused on, and sets his waffle down. “You dirty dogs!” he says. 

“Pope, come on,” Frankie’s palms go over his cheeks that are currently turning red at Santi’s teasing. 

He lets out a laugh. “Sí, cabrón (yes, asshole),” Santi says, slapping Frankie’s shoulder.  “Of course I’m serious. I’d do anything for both of you, and especially that demon of a little girl.” 

Your heart warms at Santi’s sentiment. You’re beyond grateful Frankie has a best friend like him. 

“On one condition,” Santi adds, his eyebrow quirked up.

“Anything,” you say eagerly. Frankie nods his head in agreement with you.

“I also wasn’t kidding when I said I’d need another sobrino (niece/nephew).”

You and Frankie look at each other, your stares saying everything they needed to. Yeah, Santi didn’t need to worry about that. 

And you were right when the next Saturday morning, a month and four tío Santi sleepovers later, you and Frankie presented Santi with your pregnancy test displaying two pink lines.

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NSFW ALPHABET

Pietro Maximoff x fem!reader

ask: hiii may i ask for a nsfw alphabet with pietro maximoff if you havent done that one yet? i really loved your fics with him hagwhahw i’ve been searching like crazy for pietro maximoff fanfics and there are only a few.. but anyways, have a nice day also hehe

~ we need more pietro content fr! i gotchu babes 🩵 ~

mature content warning

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

He is such a sweetheart when it comes to aftercare! He wants to make sure he's taking care of his girl! Making sure you're cared for and feeling safe with him, which means running a bath, peppering kisses all over your sore skin, braiding/combing your hair, cleaning you up and cuddling with you until you're asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Pietro loves his legs. This isn't necessarily sexual but more because he runs with his legs and he likes his super speed. He also likes his hands because of what he can do with them 😄 For you? He loves every inch of you but he does have a soft spot for your thighs. God, he loves feeling your thighs under his hands, or having them wrapped around his waist/head/wherever he can have them!

(on another note in my mind he's a boob guy 😏 loves boobs. Any boobs, no matter the size and shape he's all over them)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Pietro likes when he can come inside you because it makes him feel like he owns you—he has a possessive streak. He also loves fingering you because that means he can lick your come from his fingers and taste you on his tongue. He's feral for the way you taste.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He often masturbate to selfies/pictures you send of yourself—dirty ones or normal ones it doesn't matter—he needs you and he'll masturbate to your picture alone. Yes, he'll feel a little ashamed but he'll do it anyways because he's extra horny.

E = Experience (how experienced are they?)

Super experienced. Man whore. Had fun when he was single, who can blame him? He's sexy af 😩He's done almost everything under the sun and if he hasn't? He's willing to try. (Obviously he's a loyal guy now that he's with you, but as I said…man whore).

F = Favorite position (👀)

Lives for a riding but doesn't like reverse cowgirl because he loves to see you and see your tits bounce as you do. Makes his feral! His second favorite would be good old missionary because you can't go wrong with a good classic!

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Pietro likes jokes, he likes having fun. He's goofy so he'll joke around during sex but if you like it serious, he'll only be serious. If you like the laughs and giggles, he'll indulge you without question. He just wants you to be happy!

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I feel like he's all natural lol…he's is good with hygiene though! No worries there! And I mean I think his silver hair is dyed so it's assuming his pubic hair isn't silver lmao! I feel like he'd somehow dye it for fun (idk how good that is for the goods though or if that burns)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be very romantic but he prefers being a little more rough with you during sex. He isn't like bdsm rough but he likes letting go and using you. However, as said, his aftercare is absolutely banger and he's usually romantic then.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

As mentioned he masturbates to pictures of you and overall he's just super horny. Constantly horny. He has a high sex drive so he masturbates a lot. He likes masturbating with you (so mutual masturbation or you giving him a handjob). He likes masturbating in the evening, it helps him fall asleep.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Pietro has a breeding kink 100%! Like okay, he also has an edging kink (if that's even a thing). He'll go slow with the thrusts. Slow and deep, making you feel it all, but not get quite enough to achieve anything more than becoming cock dumb.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes using the couch—any position on the couch lmao. Or he likes a bed, he's a classic at heart. He doesn't like car sex because he doesn't have any space, he gets antsy and he feels trapped.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything you do. Especially if it's with your mouth. If you lick your lips or bite your lips. Even simply show off some skin turns him on. Any touch when he's horny sets him on fire. He's surprisingly easy to rile up.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He wouldn't be into sharing. Like if you wanted a threesome it would take MONTHS and MONTHS of convincing him to let another man or woman be around you like that. He's a possessive guy and he loves you, he wants you all to himself! Plus, being a twin I bet he's kinda sick of sharing lol

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Obviously he likes when you give him head, I mean what man doesn't? But he likes eating you out more. He likes when you tremble and the sounds you make. And oh he's soo good at it. Sometimes when you guys have "sex", it's only foreplay because he exhausts you just from his mouth alone.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Pietro is fast, duh. He's fast but he's also controlled and he can go slow when he wants. He doesn't use his super speed obviously because that would break you and hurt you, but I like to think he can vibrate his cock like a vibrator lmaoooo (😩).

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are fun for him. He likes to have them when you're both busy. His favorite place for a quickie is a bathroom (a clean one lol, only the best for his girl).

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He def experiments and if you want to experiment, he definitely agrees and hears you out! While he doesn't like sharing, he likes the risk of having sex somewhere semi-public! He lives for the thrill and he doesn't mind if someone sees because he knows he can keep you safe so really, let the other assholes watch 😌

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has good stamina because of his powers! He can go for hours and hours but once he comes, he's done. Now, his stamina for foreplay is unmatched. He will never get tired of making his girl feel good!

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Pietro owns no toys for himself, but he uses your vibrator on you when you ask him. He doesn't feel emasculated, he knows it only enhances the pleasure he gives you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

HUGE TEASE! Like he's constantly teasing you and making dirty jokes to turn you on! He likes edging you and especially overstimulating you because he can usually last longer than you. Whispers dirty things in your ear all the time and then teases you under the table at dinner (if yk yk)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Usually, he's quieter than most. He controls his breathing for running so he can do it very well during sex. However, you like the noises he makes so he is conscious of them and he has this whimper you LOVE. It's soft and yet throaty, basically it's perfect like he is. Sometimes, when he's going particularly hard, he'll grunt in your ear but that's mostly for show, not that you mind.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

Pietro calls you pet names in Sokovian when he's having sex. Hell, he'll use more Sokovian than usual (he usually uses English pet names like dove, sweet girl, my heart), but because his mind is so fuzzy and lust filled he just automatically transfers to his native language. It's hot.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's not small, but I don't think he's super big either. Like it never hurts! I'd give him a solid 7 and he's def a shower.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As high as possible. Constantly horny.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As soon as aftercare is performed and you're all good, he's gone and sleeping like a baby. He spoons you (or you spoon him) and he sleeps all night, occasionally kissing your neck in his sleep.

[tmwcs]

Bad Boy

Warnings: reader experiences sexual harassment/potential assault from an unnamed ex-bc, rough smut, smut with a stranger, implied creampie, breeding kink…

Who is the bad boy? 😏

She’s a good girl, crazy about Elvis. Loves horses, and her boyfriend too…

I’m a bad boy…for breaking her heart.

Tonight was the night when the major football game took place. It was a make it or break it moment for your college football team as the game would dictate and highlight the most select players to be drafted for professional football. You and your friends joined up and gathered around the best set of bleachers. You had to. Your boyfriend was the team's quarterback and you had to be in the front row to cheer him on.

Things had been edgy between you two. The ongoing arguments were likely a result of the stress of tonight’s game and finals combined. It was more arduous for him, as he was in his final year of college, whereas you had just barely begun. Still, the hardship of maintaining a relationship and your grades wasn’t easy, regardless that you were a newbie to campus.

The score was close, yet in the end, your boyfriends team emerged victorious and earned their way towards a bright future.

He drives you back to your dorm, where both your friends would meet up for some drinks, or so you thought.

“Let’s hang tight and have some one-on -one time after everyone leaves.” He tells you. You felt a bit uneasy, considering he was giving you that look when you both had barely spoken to each other.

Left alone with him on the bleachers, you started the conversation, trying to establish closure.

“Look, I’m sorry about the fights. I know we haven’t really spoken much, and only made up yesterday but I want you to know I am very proud of you.”

He looks over but doesn’t make any effort to converse back, instead he hums a hollow tune as he begins to pull the sleeves of your dress downward. “Wait! What are you—“

He doesn’t even make eye contact, instead he becomes rather forceful in all the wrong ways. “Come on you like it when I’m rough.”

You used to…

Back before the arguments, you used to dig the idea of your boyfriend tossing you around and going all in like a Viking while you took it. But this time was different, you didn’t really feel that strongly for him anymore. It was something you wanted to refrain from bringing up until later, but now seemed to be the time to let him know that…

“I think we should break up…”

“What?”

“I…I know about what you did with…with her.”

Yeah. Maintaining a relationship is hard when you’re studying and trying to earn top grades. But it’s a lot harder when rumors of your boyfriend's infidelity becomes a popularized topic among your peers. To make the wound deep was that it was with your best friend that he was conducting the affair with. Last night, you saw the photos on her phone after she passed out, and as angry as you were, you didn’t have the heart to force any type of drama until after the big game.

“Okay…so I slept with her a few times. But I promise it was only during your periods.”

You shot a scorned look. “I saw the dates in the pictures.” Hinting at the timeline not meeting up, he sighed as he continued while you did your best to shove him off.

“Stop…I said stop!”

You began shouting when suddenly, a popping sensation stung your cheek. You were shocked as you realized he had just slapped you, but it didn’t become reality until the tangy taste of blood dripped from your lip.

He pushes you down and takes advantage of your short floral dress, and positions himself in between your legs as he rushes to undo his belt. You yell out and flare a series of kicks as you try to get away, yet he overpowers your attempts as he pins his weight down on your body. Plastering the sides of your face with his kisses, you shove and sneered away as you continued with your attempts, though it was all futile. Exhaustion begins to take over and you sense the horrifying loss as you feel the tip of his member poking your inner thigh as he tears your panties.

Suddenly…

“What the—“

The weight of his frame is lifted so abruptly off you as you face forward and gain a clear vision of what was going on.

“Get the fuck ou—“

The sound of your boyfriend's voice is halted still and shut as you hear the audio smack of knuckle meeting his jaw, or perhaps it was his cheek. It happened so fast that you couldn’t make out the difference, all you know was that you saw the one that conducted the deed.

Flinging him off as if your boyfriend was a ragdoll, you watched as the strong arms of your savior become tender as he leans forward and kneels, presenting you a hand. He doesn’t say a word, instead he nods as he implies for you to take it. He pulls you back up on your own two feet, and rushes you under his arm while he takes you back to his car nearby. The slight bit of cigarette smoke and the musk of his cologne mixed together impaled your nostrils as he opened the door and tucks you in the front passenger seat.

You recognized him. He was in the same year as your boyfriend…or former boyfriend actually. He was somewhat of an outcast, not one that you ever really conversed with though you normally spotted him hanging out at the bleachers smoking and joking with his equally delinquent friends. Dressed in jeans, a fitted tee with a flannel over shirt left unbuttoned, it was obvious that he wasn’t dressing to impress anyone.

He starts the old steel vehicle and drives off. Once he hit the main road, he finally spoke.

“Where’s your dorm? I’ll take you there.”

You shook your head as you started to sob once more, only quietly this time. Fingering the shredded tatters of your dress, you hang your head low as the silky strands drape over, hiding your face. “Please…just take me to the airport. I can’t be here….everyone is at my dorm and I don’t want to see anyone…I just want to go back to my home.”

He doesn’t say a word. The sound of the steering wheel turning left, then right, was all the noise that filled the entire car ride until finally he puts it in park.

He really took you to the airport?

“Come on.” He sighs as he hops out and opens the door for you.

“This…where are we?”

“We’re in my frat home.”

“F-frat? You’re a part of a fraternity?” Your surprised tone causes him to smirk as he walks you to the front door. “Yeah, I know.” He nods, already aware of the presumptive appeal that is otherwise an irony. “I’m a bad boy, but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”

You’re not sure what made you even more confused, the fact that the college delinquent belonged to a frat or that he actually earned decent grades and was a promising student.

He walks you to his room quietly as he fixes the bed. “You sleep here.” Grabbing onto a spare comforter, he makes his own little nest on the small loveseat on the opposite end. You felt so humbled at the fact that the man was willing to lend you his bed while he prepared to sleep on such a small couch, considering his height and stature.

“Thank you…but I really don’t want to inconvenience you. I feel a lot better now, I think I should leave you alone. I don’t want to be trouble and get you involved—“

“I want to be involved.” His tone was deep and somewhat hoarse as he smiles, switching his gaze down to the floor before making their way back to you. “I’ve been wanting to get involved ever since I first saw you at the bleachers…when you came for orientation.”

His confession made your heart melt as you raised your eyebrows with peak interest. “Y-you did?”

He nods. It never occurred to you that you would catch the eye of a delinquent, just like you never realized that closeup, the man was actually quite handsome.

His lengthy strands delicately framed his brows as he steps closer.

“I…” he begins before taking a slight pause. “I can turn your night around…and do it the right way, unlike that scumbag.” He proposes.

At any other given time, you’re quite sure you would have rejected, regardless how dashing he may have appeared. But with the way he came to your aid and was presenting you the opportunity to consent, your heart faltered. “…show me.” You whispered.

He softly rubs your cheek as he swipes the dried blood from your lip. “It’s going to hurt…and I’m going to fuck you hard…remember, I’m a bad boy. There are no…safe…words…y/n.”

He knew your name.

You felt the tingle ringing in between your legs as he outlined the aggression of his passion and proposal. To hell with soft sex anyhow, you wanted it.

“Please…show me. I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give. Just turn this night around.”

He smiles. “Good girl.”

He pulls you in as his strong hands colored your entire body. Finishing what that bastard tried to do earlier, the man before you was a true man as he tore off your dress, but never lost the velocity of his tenderness and passion.

He sucks on your neck as he takes a fistful of your hair and aggressively pulls your head back, only to balance the moment out with him tenderly licking the bite wound. Reaching down, he inserts two of his fingers. They were cold and sharp with the way he injects them, yet immediately warmed up as your walls soothed the shocking temperature and created a beautiful sensation. His coarseness with your silky flesh, mending together as he thrusts his hooks in and out, starting off slow and steady, gradually increasing in tempo.

“Oh….oh my God!….”

“Tell me how good it feels baby…” he whispers as he nibbles on your lobe.

“Mmmph!” You bite down on your lip as you hang on by the clinging grip of his muscular biceps. Lifting your leg, you hook it around his waist as you yearn for more, in which he gladly obliged.

He looped his free hand under your kneecap and propelled you up and back as he slams your body on the bed. He coats your entire body with kisses as his fingers continue to thrive in and out of your womanhood. Finally, he releases his internal hold on you and presents his flick digits to your lips. You took the hint and licked the glistening coating off, until he shoved them into your mouth altogether, inheriting a whole new line of moans from your throat.

The sound of his jeans coming undone slightly echoed as he buries his face into your neck, mumbling against your skin while he tells you how beautiful and delectable you appear underneath him. With the tip of his nose pressed against your cheek, and his lips plastered against yours, he smiles. The stretch of his grin could be felt against your cherry stained pout, igniting a gasp as you felt yourself gush in front of him.

He takes the bold tip of his cock and slowly slides it in. “Ah! Y-you’re too big!”

“Fuck yeah I am.” He whispers rather ferociously as he continues to go in deeper…and deeper.

“I told you…I’m a bad boy…a big…bad…boy.” He grunts in between his words as he presses forward, burying his thunderous rod deep into your walls.

He settled once he was all the way in. “Ready to get fucked girly?”

You eagerly nod as you catch your breath, or try to. The moment he garnished your final consent of the evening, you were down for.

He draws out his length, slowly. As soon as you feel he is about to fully exit, he rams it all back in. Each of his inches swarms back into the cavity, but it didn’t stop there. Pumping it vigorously, he maintains a solid pace as he reaches further and deeper into you. What was this feeling? This sensation? It was mind blowing. Compared to all the instances when you engaged in sexual contact with your ex, none of them had ever amounted to the rage this man was taking out on you. He was massive, rough, hard, but also soft and tender. He was both black and white, your Heaven and Hell. He was…he was….

“I-I…I can’t breathe! Oh God! Please don’t stop fucking me!”

He continues to pump his shaft harshly and tenderly as he stilts himself on his kneecaps and rubs his thumb on your clitoris. In circulation motion, he gives the external stimulation of pleasure to pair with the drumming throb you felt inside.

“That’s it girly, let me fuck you real good. You’re doing so well, you know that?”

His stiff member thrusts in and out repeatedly. His testicular sacks slap into you, staining the under skin of your vaginal opening bright red as he jams into you. Your body absorbs the impact and shifts around. Like a ragdoll, you felt yourself being tossed by the momentum of his thrusts as your body went left, then right, only for him to grab you by the arms, pinning them to your sides as he straightened you back to center and never breaking the pace.

“Na-uh. Gotta stay still for me baby, we’re going to do this the right way…me and you.”

Your eyes remained squinted shut at the immense pleasure that rampaged in between your legs, yet the vagueness of his words caused you to reach for clarification. “The r-right way? Uh!” You gasped out as you felt the pinch of lightning pleasure the moment he flexed inside you.

“Yeah baby…the right way. Gonna turn us into parents—ah! Fuck!…gonna make you mine forever. Whadya say?”

It was careless, risky, and completely irresponsible…but it made it even more dangerously sinful and absolutely pleasurable. At that moment in time, you didn’t care about anything or anyone, you wanted him. All of him.

He pumps faster and harder, causing your breaths to shorten as you gasp for air while moaning your heart out. “Oh my God!”

“Fuck yeah baby.” He gasps as his rhythm increases. The shortness of his breath indicates he was close as his abdominal region moves at an awesome speed, back and forth as he pummeled into you wildly. Sensing that you were close as the squelching grew louder, he bids you to come undone as the knot snaps in your lower gut.

“Cum on it. I want you to cum on me baby.”

You released and let it all go as you felt loss of control in your body. The shakiness lasted for an eternity as you grabbed your own breasts and gripped onto his forearm for dear life.

“Fuck, make me cum baby.” He grits as he plunges one last time, deeper into you than before. A second later you feel the warmth of his seed staining your walls as he collapses against your frame, declaring his honest love as he decorates your face with small kisses. “Stay with me baby. I’ll never let anything happen to you, let me take care of you and be the one.”

It was like cupid’s arrow struck gold. A product of love and passion emerged as you wrap your arms around his neck and pulled him in. Here all along you thought the night was going to end terribly when your ex didn’t take your breakup well, only for it to end blissfully as your savior became the one to do the unexpected. Kissing him, you released as it occurred to you…

“I don’t even know your name…” your voice trembling as you recover your composure from the exploding shot of pleasure that still rhymed within your womanhood, even after he stopped and rested inside.

Riddling a tune, he softly says his name into your ear. His voice came out almost haunting in the most delightful sense as each letter tickled your canal. It was foreign and he exotic, and he knew how to get you to speak it aloud.

“Say it with me baby, S-u-n-ghoon.”

“Sunghoon?”

He paused as he bites his lip. “Oh fuck baby…when you say my name….it just….come here now.”

You feel yourself being dragged down towards him as he plasters baby kisses on your inner thigh. Through the overstimulation that robbed you of your other senses, you allowed him to continue. You would have been a fool to stop him, after all, it was a perfect night to make up for lost time, considering you spent all your life with the good boys. Now that you got a taste of you bad boy, you’re not sure if you ever want to be good again. It’s better to be bad.

[twice-inamillion]

Family Trip

Fluff and Smut (adventure, family time)(teasing, sex, dom Jihyo, cowgirl riding, creampie, talking about breeding)

Chapter 214

2124 Words 

(The first trip as a married couple with Jisoo. Some fluff moment and with a happy ending. 😏)

After your honeymoon, the two of you decide on a family trip with Jisoo. “Are you excited to go on a trip with mommy and daddy?” asks Jihyo. Jisoo nods and smiles. “Okay, then you will need your sweater and your toy.” Jisoo makes her way down the bed, runs to get her sweater and stuffed toy, and puts it inside her backpack. 

You leave just before sunrise for a morning hike to Diamond Head State Park. Jisoo tries her best to make the hike but can only walk on flat surfaces. “Daddy, up,” says Jisoo, who puts her hands up. You put her inside her baby carrier and climb up the stairs to the top of the mountain. When you arrive at the top, the sun rises, “We made it just in time." Jihyo takes a photo of you and Jisoo with the sunrise in the background. 

“Say cheese!”

Jisoo smiles and holds a heart sign, which makes Jihyo laugh. You then take a picture of Jihyo and Jisoo and a family photo of the beautiful background. 

After the hike, the three of you enjoy a light breakfast before going to the second stop of your trip. Jisoo can’t help but be excited to go whale watching. Before arriving in Hawaii, the two of you would read Jisoo, a book on whales, before going to sleep. When she was asked what she wanted to do while she was in Hawaii, she immediately replied, “Big whale, big whale!” 

The three of you arrive at the port and are the first trip of the day. You board the large boat and take your seats inside. The ship departs from the port, as Jisoo is glued to the window trying to look for the whales. 

“Jisoo, there are no whales here.”

“No?” Titling her head in confusion.

“We need to be in the middle of the ocean because the whales are so big,” says Jihyo.

“Whale, big?” 

“Yes, some whales are bigger than this boat.”

“Whale eat?” as she points at the two of you.

“Ohh no, the whale doesn’t eat people. Remember how the book said it eats small creatures called krill.” Jisoo nods her head and stares back at the window. 

About an hour into the boat ride, there is an announcement that there has been a site of a pod of whales nearby. Jisoo’s ear perks up and asks you to go outside.

The three of you head out and walk to where the captain points. Jihyo takes out a pair of binoculars for the two of you to use. It doesn’t take long before you get a glimpse of the whale’s fin, “Look, Jisoo, it's right in front of you.” Jisoo lifts her binoculars and sees the whale showing its head, “ama, whale!”

Jisoo turns to Jihyo and points out, “Look, whale!” You hand over the binoculars to Jihyo, “You’re right; good job, Jisoo, you found the whale.” Jisoo can’t help but feel proud of her finding.

The captain steers the boat closer to where the whale was sighted. “Right before us is a humpback whale in its feeding ground. One of our deckhands communicated with us that they have also caught sight of a calf, so we need to be extra careful.”

“Did you hear that Jisoo? The captain said that they saw a calf, a baby whale.”

“Baby whale? Jisoo?” pointing at herself. 

Jihyo responds, “Yes, a baby just like Jisoo.”

“I see, baby.”

“Ohh, we need to be extra careful. We don’t want to scare the calf away.” 

The three of you wait for a few minutes until the water bubbles up. The whale jumps out of the water and crashes down, causing a huge splash. Jisoo points and laughs out loud, “Whale jump, whale jump!” 

Before the whale came out, Jihyo took out her phone to record Jisoo’s reaction. She knew Jisoo would go crazy if the whale came out jumping from the water. Jisoo moves her hands excitedly as the whale leaps from the water. Jihyo can’t believe she caught this beautiful moment. 

The whale stays afloat for a few minutes, eating the large amount of krill that swarms on the surface. Out of nowhere, Jisoo sees the calf pop its head, “Baby, baby!”

“You’re right; the baby saw you and wanted to say hi.”

“Baby, hi?”

“Yes, baby, wanted to say hi to Jisoo.”

Jisoo laughs, “Hug, baby!”

“Ohh, you can’t hug the baby; it's too big. Maybe when you’re older, you can swim with it.” 

After going back and forth, Jisoo is convinced and understands that she can not hug the calf.

The boat arrives at the port, and the three of you give your thanks to the captain. “Bye-bye!” Jisoo turns around to Jihyo, says, “Jisoo hungry,” and rubs her belly.

You stop at a local Hawaiian shop and get some food before heading to the beach. When you arrive at the beach, Jihyo walks to a good spot with some shade as you carry your belongings. Jisoo watches and eats her pineapple ice cream and shouts, “Apa, tent!” rushing you to hurry with setting up the tent. “Okay, okay, I got it.”

After setting up the tent, you all enjoy some ice cream and food as you watch the waves crash to the shore. Jisoo extends her arms, “Ama, boobs, boobs!” Jisoo crawls to her mother and lifts up her shirt, exposing her bra. “Okay, okay, you want to drink mommy’s milk,” as she releases her breasts from her bra. 

Jisoo immediately positions her head and attaches her mouth to Jihyo’s nipple. She starts to suck on Jihyo’s breast aggressively, causing her to moan slightly. You can’t help but laugh at Jihyo for her sudden reaction. She throws her bra, which hits your face. Jihyo laughs at you, but instead, you take her bra and give it a sniff, to which she says, “Babe, you’re gross.” 

“Haha, you know we’ve done worse,” giving her a smirk.

“Haha, that’s true.” 

After a few minutes of breastfeeding, Jisoo falls asleep, attached to her mother’s breast. Jihyo places her on the floor of the tent and covers Jisoo with her blanket. “Aww, she looks cute, doesn’t she.” 

Suddenly, she feels your head on her lap, and you say, “Mommy, I’m hungry too,” giving her a pair of puppy dog eyes. She gives you an annoyed face before you attach your mouth to her breast. You slowly begin to suckle on her nipple, causing her to release a slow moan, “Ahh… babe. That feels nice.” You increase the pace of your sucking, which increases her cry. She can feel herself getting wet but then hears Jisoo whine in her sleep, making her release her nipple from your mouth.

 “Why did you stop?”

“She’s going to wake up.” 

“Dang, okay,” you pout.

The two of you instead lay next to Jisoo and talk about the past few days. The ups and downs and what is on the schedule for the next few weeks. She also asks you for an update on the house, which there is some process but is still a few months away from completion. Eventually, she falls asleep like Jisoo, and you decide to enjoy your time at this very moment.

You return to the house and have a light dinner before showering. Jihyo decides to bathe with Jisoo as you clean up the kitchen and get your items ready for tomorrow. After you are finished, you hop into the shower as Jihyo gets Jisoo ready for bed. With the water muffling any outside noise, you clear your head and enjoy your time alone. 

Done with your shower, you see Jihyo covering Jisoo with her blanket. “She fell asleep so fast; she must have been so tired.”

“We did wake up earlier than usual. She didn’t even complain one bit  throughout the day.”

“Our baby is growing up,” says Jihyo with a warm smile.”

“You’re right; our baby is growing up so fast.”

Jihyo then turns around and touches your chest, “Let’s continue where we left off.” She stares at you with lustful eyes and pushes you onto the couch.

“Wait… what are you doing?”

“I said I want to continue where we left off.”

“But Jisoo is here.”

“So, she’s asleep, and I don’t think she’ll wake up until tomorrow.” She undoes your towel and pulls out your limp cock, and gives it a few strokes. Jihyo lifts her oversized shirt and aligns your cock to her entrance, slowly lowering herself into your cock, causing her to moan.

With your cock between her walls, she slowly rides you. You can feel your core burning up and your cock throbbing due to her tightness. 

She whispers in your ear, “I can feel your cock getting bigger inside of me,” which makes you immediately go to full size. Now, at full length, she increases the pace as she rides you like one of her toys. 

You try not to make any noise and not wake up Jisoo, and you bite your lip and try your hardest not to make a sound. The only sound in the room is of flesh slapping against each other as Jihyo rides you like a mating bull. 

You don’t want to be the only one nude, so you lift up Jihyo’s oversized shirt and toss it on the floor. With your hands on her ass, she begins to thrust harder, causing your thighs to turn red. To what seems like thirty minutes of pure riding, Jihyo knows you are at your limit. She comes closer to your ear and whispers, “I know you’re about to cum just like I am. So where do you want to shoot it? Inside or outside?”

It’s a no-brainer, and respond, “You know the only choice is inside.” 

“Why did I even ask? You’re always one to get a girl dirty right after they get cleaned.”

“What can I say? I like marking my girls with my seed.”

Teasing you, she says, “And what do you like doing to your girls with your seed?”

“I like breeding them.”

“Ohh, you like breeding us?”

“Yes, just like right now. I want to breed you all night and give our daughter another sibling.”

“If you want to, do it.”

“Really?”

“No. You know how busy we are with the tour.”

“Fuck, you’re right.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can't just fuck me here and there. I’m on the pill, so you can cum inside of me as much as you want.”

“You really know how to make a guy happy, huh.”

“I know you like the back of my hand. I know you’re about to burst at any moment, so let me give you a push,” and lifts herself once more before slamming herself with full force. 

Both of your floodgates burst wide open, releasing your orgasms at once. Her love juice and your thick cum collide with one another, mixing into something new. Jihyo spasms as she rides her orgasm, tightening her walls around your cock and milking you of all you’re worth. 

After a few minutes, she regains her composure and asks you to bring her to bed. “You don’t want to clean yourself first?”

“No, why would I? I love the feeling of hot baby batter in my tummy.” You can't help but get turned on again. “I see our little friend here is still full of energy. How about you go clean up the mess, and if you’re still hard, I’ll let you sleep with your cock inside of me.” 

You try your best to clean yourself and the mess before going to bed. Luckily, your friend didn’t disappoint and stood tall and proud the whole time. 

You climb onto the bed slowly, not to wake Jisoo from her sleep. Jihyo turns around and whispers, "I guess you’re still hard. A promise is a promise," and turns around with her back facing you. She sticks her but out, teasing you as you get closer to her. She grabs your hard cock and aligns it to her entrance before taking in the first two inches of your meat. “It’s in, you can put in the rest.” 

You grab her waist and shove your whole length inside her womb, causing her to moan slowly. Jihyo, in a spooning position with you, grinds herself onto you and makes sure that every inch of “you” is warm. She slowly falls asleep with your embrace and her baby next to her. 

[weebsinstash]

I know you mentioned that you aren't a big fan of pregnancy AU stuff in Hazbin, but hear me out...

Imagine Yandere Valentino getting his Darling pregnant to have a living bargaining chip to make sure she doesn't even try to leave him

New idea. What if the only people who can procreate in Hell are red string soulmates, or, it's like akin to ABO in the sense that not everyone or every combo of people could create a baby.

I was thinking about a yandere Valentino who has Reader as his red string soulmate whatever and you run away after seeing how truly abusive he is to other people, worrying for your own safety, and you're missing for like a straight year before Valentino finds out where you are, and... he's all but KICKING DOWN the door of your apartment, and he's looking at you like a hungry predator ready to pounce on you, cornering you, and

a baby starts crying from the other room and you're SPRINTING to the noise and Valentino finds you defensively holding a little bundle to your chest, growling snarling baring fangs holding a knife whatever at him, and Valentino thinks you adopted some other man's kid, some little imp bastard or something, and he's furious, he's raising his voice, he's getting closer, he's-

making perfect eye contact with a little tiny baby replica of himself as it turns to look at him with its big red eyes and chubby cheeks and fat arms and. It takes Val a few seconds to process it. The baby looks right at him and is whimpering and gurgling, upset, but doesn't cry. The baby boy sneezes and his antenna flip back and forth. He's got lil hearts in his fur and his teeny antenna are already so fluffy.

'Oh but aren't baby moths technically caterpillars--' shut the fuck up, you're demons and also that would be ugly as fuck. You want to give birth to a 20 armed baby or something. No. We save the truly inhuman babies for the human x monster/alien/whatever prompts. Your baby comes out a mini mothperson and it's fluffy and chubby and fucking adorable and also shut up

Val is just, SMITTEN, the narcissism is turned up to 100, he's rapid cycling emotions, "*GASPING* OUR BABY IS SO FUCKING CUTE, WHAT THE FUCK, I WANT TO HOLD HIM" "So I knocked you up good huh 😏" "*already on the phone in a group call with the other Vees and taking 200 pictures* you should see this thing, he looks just like me, can you even believe that, I can already tell he's gonna be so handsome and successful cuz he's MY son" "aw, amorcito did you think you needed to run away to protect our baby because I have so many enemies? You're such a good mama ❤️❤️❤️"

You spend like MONTHS lovingly protecting and sheltering your child until he's a healthy giggling little chubroll and Val has him for like two days and suddenly your baby has his ears pierced with diamonds in them and Valentino is walking around in his high heels and slutty bodysuits with your son in a papoose cuddled into his chest fur. You're holding your sleeping son while Val is beside you and someone sneezes across the room and the baby stirs and here's Valentino, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, MY SON IS SLEEPING", like, NOT ANYMORE YOU DUMB JACKASS???

'Oh gee why is Valentino suddenly funding and producing more erotic films involving moms and breeding and pregnant people and lactation-' you fucking know why and honestly I think it'd be SO FUNNY if he's like, "oh yeah, don't worry, I want you on birth control too mami. I missed fucking you and I kinda wanna do a lot of that without worrying about another little niño or two. At least not for a while :)"

Valentino on the red carpet being his cunty fashionable self while his baby is in a sling and they're both wearing matching outfits. Your baby boy has a tiny iced-up watch that's worth more than the entire building you were living in before his father found you. Your "husband" is posing half-naked with your baby on the cover of Demon Playboy which he owns, "HELL'S HOTTEST NEW DILF" like I COULD NOT WITH THIS MAN

And obviously he's got new kinks now that you're a mom and he absolutely fucks the hell out of you to the point you would get pregnant again without the birth control 😳 valentino on some real "is this the milk you've been feeding my baby with, let me try some" type stuff where he's milking you dry during his bang sesh and your son has to have formula that night because your tank is EMPTY 💀 YOU'RE A RAISIN LIKE THAT SCENE FROM SCOOBY DOO ZOMBIE ISLAND--

God. I've read horror stories about women getting pregnant again even WHILE being on multiple types of birth control so, then you get knocked up again Because Of Course You Would, You're Taking More Creampies Than A Professional Rodeo Clown, and what does Valentino say? "Fuck it, I wanna keep it! I can't just MURK my baby after it beat the odds, that's so ME!" And now you're having twin girls 💀💀💀 who knows, maybe having some daughters would teach Valentino to actually respect women--

I feel like you would wake up one morning and be genuinely hysterical because your baby is missing and you can't get in contact with Valentino and you're freaking out at the absolute highest level and it turned out to be some dumb shit like Val just took your son along with him for THE ENTIRE DAY and didn't think of mentioning it to you because "but you were needing a break and we were bonding, mami. We were having our guy time. I was leaving for work and he looked at me and he SMILED AT ME. What the fuck was i supposed to do, I couldn't just LEAVE HIM, he wanted his papi"

Of course, all these ideas hinge on the concept of Valentino actually caring for his baby. He could still genuinely use it as a tool against you. You're out running errands and suddenly you're getting a call. It's Valentino. He wants you to come home; you left the baby with Kitty so you could go out for a little while for some 'you time' since you've been trapped at home hiding ever since you ran from him before learning you were pregnant. It's not even about you leaving the baby with a nanny; it's about you not being home when Valentino came to visit you and him being uncomfortable not knowing exactly where you are and exactly what you're doing

Well, you got a little smart with him. You've just spent the last about 11 months living through hell with your pregnancy and hiding; you deserve to get some fresh air and walk out on the town and--- in the middle of you lecturing him you can just hear your baby making baby noises through the phone and Valentino just adopts this... tone in his voice, "amorcito, I came to spend time with you and our little frijolito and you're not heeee~ere. You know I can have trouble concentrating when I've had a few drinks and, earlier i dropped my phone on accident and i thought 'oh, it's good i wasn't holding something important"

You're home within 20 minutes and Valentino is cuddling into you while he puts some garbage on TV and pretends not to notice how you're trembling as you hold your son and send the occasional wary glance his father's way...

[misguidedasgardian]

I would like you to write a fic with Dark! Cregan Stark x reader

😏

Dark you mean... like this...?

Price of War 

part 2!

Dark!Cregan x Targaryen!Reader

Summary: You are send to the North to rally Cregan Stark to your side, 

Warnings: cursing, misogyny, medieval setting, war, usurpation, smut, loss of virginity, a bit of blood, dub-con (reader feels pressured), coercion, hints of a threesome (mfm), breeding kink, breeding, might miss some warnings 

“your sister will go North!”, said Otto, talking to Aegon and Aemond, Alicent just shook her head

“No, she is the girl, she will not travel the longest distance, it makes no sense!”, Otto just looked at his daughter

“Exactly, she is the girl, Cregan Stark will only answer to soft and innocent words”, he continued. Alicent then looked more scared than before

“You want her to whore herself to that pagan?”, she whined, her mouth twisted downwards 

“If she must”, he said dismissively, Aegon only smiled wickedly, Aemond looked to the floor in front of him, grabbing his hands behind him tightly, controlling himself 

“No…”

“I must go”, the four of them turned to the girl that just entered the chamber, silent like a little mouse, “Grandfather is right, if a marriage alliance will grant us the North, I must try”

“No”, whined Alicent

“Sush mother”, said Aegon, and that surprised even Aemond, “if our little sister wants some northerner cock who are we to stand in her way?”

“You will respect your sister!”, grunted Otto, Alicent just whined, covering her mouth in a horrified glance

“i will offer my hand in marriage, for after the war”, she muttered, with a hopeful smile, trying to ignore her brother, and she looked at her twin, Aemond, she wanted him to be proud of her, “and then I will come back, sooner rather than later, to protect the capital from the blacks”

“Oh my sweet”, Alicent grabbed her daughter and hugged her tightly, caressing her silver hair 

“I’ll be back soon mother”, she offered, and with no time to waste, she grabbed the letter her grandfather had written, and went to get dressed.

She wore the thickest riding gear he had, if it gets cold up there in the skies, the skies of the North would be even colder

She braided her own hair in a single braid

She wanted to do this, she wanted to make her family proud of her, she had to show determination, she had to protect her family, so with a hopeful smile, the kingsguard escorted her to the pit

Aemond wanted to speak to her, but she wouldn’t let her, she would lose her determination if she heard the soft words of her brother, besides, he was supposed to be betrothed also, she couldn’t take the same liberties, not that something ever happened…

Her dragon was waiting for her, happily, it was the only dragon that hatched for her or her siblings, so it was small, like Vermax, Jacaerys’ dragon.

She took to the skies quickly, she wanted to go and come back as soon as she could

She had heard stories about Cregan Stark, that he was young, and honorable, and as a Stark, he was joust and kept his word

He was going to support the King, your brother, or at least that is what you wanted to believe

You smiled hopefully

It took you two days to reach the capital of the North, and you knew when you got there because it was magnificent

It was a huge castle that looked like it had been there for a thousand years, and was going to be there far after you are gone as well.

The snowy mountains, the frozen lakes

It was beautiful 

Your dragon landed heavily on the snow, and when you touched the snowy ground, you heard another growl, you looked up to thee your nephew’s green beast, growling and snapping. Your dragoness growled back. You let them smell and growl at each other, without a rider to command them, they wouldn’t attack

 You were received by a soldier who after hearing your introductions, guided you inside the huge fortress, unimpressed and weary. The castle was huge, but you had no time to look at it, as you followed the men with fast feet. They led you to the great hall, it was filled with people, lords and ladies, but there, in the center of it all, you couldn’t miss him, stood a twenty five years old Cregan Stark.

“Princess (Y/N) of House Targaryen, daughter to the dowager Queen Alicent HIghtower”, and sister to the new King, you thought.

Everything went quiet, and all of them them walked away from you, to give you a huge space, for now there was nothing between you and the guardian of the North 

“Lord Stark”, he was an impressive man, dressed in wolf furs, his face serious to be so young, his eyes a piercing blue, his hair a dark brown, a strong beard on his chin and jaw

“Princes”, immediately you saw Jace, standing a few feet away from the Lord

“Jacaerys”, you greeted, and you wanted to smile, you liked Jace, but unfortunately, now you were enemies, he looked at you with a mean frown, you tried to clear your throat, your eyes to the ones of the big Wolf, sitting on the Northerner throne

“My Lord”, you said, “I bring word from my brother, the King”

“The King?”, he asked, Jace smirked, “forgive me, princess, because I believed Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen was supposed to sit the Iron Throne after her father, King Viserys”, he said, you paled, you got here too late, but still, he stood up from his throne and walked towards you, taking the scroll from your hand, he read it hastily, not before giving you a last heavy look, to then turn to the paper 

“I see” he whispered, looking back at you, he then looked at Jace, “my allegiance and my swords, for you”, he said smirking

You don’t know how long Jace had been in here, you guessed it couldn’t be that long, but the way that they looked at each other, it seemed like they had formed some sort of friendship, that they were in an alliance together, leaving you out in the cold

It was too late 

“Why would I support your brother’s claim?”, he asked then, sitting himself again, “My father sworn allegiance to the Queen, and you must know, Stark’s words mean something”, he said, “unlike the words of Hightowers and Lannisters”, you swallow thickly, but you couldn’t rid of the knot in your throat 

“The Queen was there, in the last moments with the king…”, you said, unconvinced, “she heard him muster his last words, that he desired Aegon to seat the Iron Throne after him”

“Lies”, said Jace

“So the only one there, to testify, is your mother”, he said, unimpressed, it sounded bad, it did, very convenient, but you knew your mother, and she wouldn’t lie with something like that… she wouldn’t, she was to good, too pius, you heard the lords and ladies snickering

You felt his deep gaze on you

It was true what they said, you believed, the Starks were more wolf than men, he looked like he wanted to eat you, you felt a lightning bolt traveling down your back, you started playing with your fingers, you were so cold and nervous 

You missed the way Jacaerys and Cregan smirked at each other 

“Clear the room, leave us”, commanded Cregan, and in seconds, the rooms as empty, even Jacaerys had left, only then you dared to look up at him

“Say it again”, he demanded, “why would I accept your brother’s claim?”, he asked

“He is the King’s first born son”, it was a justification, but it sounded like a question. He stood up front he throne, making you jump, he walked slowly, circling you, like a hunter

“They offered you up to the wolf uh?”, he asked

“Yes”, you said shakily, feeling his hot breath in the back of your neck 

“Show me how much you are willing to give for me to support your brother”, he whispered huskily

“What?”, you asked, looking at him, “I don’t understand”, he grabbed you by the hips and draw you back to him, now your back was to his chest, his mouth lingered over the side of your face 

“I am in need of a wife”, he purred, you felt like your heart beating so strong you believed he could hear it 

“But… would you support my brother?”, you asked, so nervous, you knew this was wrong, but you had to do something, or else, you would lost the North

“You’ll have to earn it…”

“How?”, you asked, when his big hand traveled from your hip, to your belly to one of your breasts, making you whimper

You whimpered, hiding your moans on the sheets underneath, but Cregan grabbed your by the hair roughly and made you crane your neck back

“I want to hear you”, he growled, pounding into you, over and over, “as I breed you”

“You already did”, you whined grabbing onto the sheet

This was wrong

You were not married 

And yet Cregan was cumming inside of you yet again, the dirty, squelching noises resounded over the room, your cunt, creamy and weeping, dripping the Stark’s seed, and yet he didn’t tired, you had been at it for hours

It hurt

Not much as it did when it started, when he took you for the first time, making you bleed, stealing your maidenhead, but now you were sore and tired, he hadn't stop 

“Cregan please”, you whined, you reached back, managed to grab his side, “I’m so full, I’m tired and sore”, you cried

But it felt so so good

“I have to teach you a lesson”, he growled, grabbing you greedily, he had you face down on the bed, your thighs bend, giving him complete access to you, “coming here, thinking a Stark’s word is feeble and weak, that we forget”, you cried out, his big cock reached a spot inside of you that made your eyes roll to the back of your head, “The North remembers little one, you are traitors and usurpers”

“I-I’m sorry”, you babbled, your thoughts, because of the pleasure, melted in a cloud, “I didn't mean it”

“You only wanted this, didn’t you? whoring yourself, searching for a real man for a husband”

“Mmm”

“Answer me little dragon”, he whispered teasingly, his hot open mouth in your cheek, you felt his teeth teasing your skin, threatening to bite you

“Yes”, you said barely

“I will marry you, you will stay here with your dragon like the good lady wife you are”, he growled, “they won’t take you back, with my seed dripping down your thighs, you will marry me won’t you? you will give me many children?”

“Yes”, you accepted your fate, closing your eyes and feeling his thick, fat cock pumping you full of his cum again, it felt so good

He was finally over, after hours and hours, he dropped himself to the bed right next to you, he grabbed you a bit rough, but accommodate you by his side

His fingers caressed your shoulder, then your back, then your bump, and then

You whined pitifully when you felt his thick fingers entering your creamy pussy, his seed mixed with your cum…

“So full of me, so good”, he purred, “You will stay here and bear children won’t you?”, he continued, “you have to eliminate from your pretty little head thoughts about war and alliances, the only thing in your mind from now on will be to take care of my child, and bare me more, is that understood?”, you nodded, “you are usurpers and traitors, so you will have to work hard for us to forgive you, won’t you?”, you looked at him even is it was a question he wasn’t really asking, you barely nodded, as his finger continued to play with you, “answer me little dragon”

“Yes Cregan”

“My lord, I’m your lord now”

“Yes My Lord” 

Then the door of his chambers opened, you jumped trying to cover your nakedness, but Cregan prevented you

Jace entered the room, with a wide smile on his face

“Our dragons are mating, isn’t that appropriate?”, he teased

“Jace?” you looked back at Cregan who was smirking, “what are you doing here?”

“Your family usurped my mother’s throne, I think you have to make us up for it”, he teased. YOu whimpered, looking at him wide eyed 

You watched the Northerner army march south, from the Lord of Winterfell’s rooms, against your family, you were so worried tears welled in your eyes, as you touched your five moons old baby bump

More notes: Well, technically he didn’t promise her anything hehe, I don’t know if it was THAT dark, but even though we haven’t met Cregan yet, I can’t picture him being cruel and very dark with a lady… anyways… hope you liked it noonie! ❤️

[snowball-doie]

perv!nct dream

Who are the ones who secretly love being a sub but don't admit it? Every time they see her, their minds constantly go to immoral thoughts.

is she holding something? they'll think of their own d!cks between those fingers.

that kind of

I feel like all of them have that dawg in them. If we’re being honest, besides Renjun, I view most of 7dream as switches- even though my poly!7dream universe has more defined roles than that. But I digress. Jeno’s my secret sub 😏 That man wants his hair pulled, he likes to be called puppy, and the day I get my hands on a breeding strap it is OVER for that man ong lmaooo…..

But then we wanna talk about secret pervs?? Mark Lee. Ohhhhh that man could do the craziest shit if he just allowed himself to. I think he secretly sneaks into Sooah’s room (or even one of the boys’ tbh) and he gets all shy when he pulls a pair of underwear from her hamper and pockets it. He’s so embarrassed. He knows it’s wrong. He knows it’s weird. They’re dating, they live together, they fuck on the regular… there’s no reason to be stealing underwear just to run back to his room and stare at them as he jerks off— Or even put the underwear on his dick as he jerks off and cums on them… but he does it anyhow…. “Have you guys seen my pink panties? I need to pack them for my trip with Chenle this weekend.” Mark drops his spoon into his cereal and chokes on his food as he remembers that he left her cum-stained panties in his underwear drawer because he was waiting for the right time to sneak them into the laundry without anyone noticing. “No-no…” he croaks, “Haven’t seen them…”

Jaemin’s a big perv too. He likes to feel people up randomly after he stares at them wayyyyy too long. If one of the boys is just walking around doing chores, Jaemin’ll sit on the couch, his wingspan sprawled out along the backboard, his legs crossed, and his tongue drifting back and forth over his bottom lip as he watches silently. He likes seeing Jisung, Renjun, and Sooah bend over for things. He’ll watch them do it the first couple of times. But once he can’t handle himself anymore, he’ll sneak up suddenly and press up against them— He loves hearing that surprised gasp fall from their lips as their body falters before they realize what’s going on and stand up straight to push him away. “Perv.” “Yeah, I am.” And a perv like him pushes them against the wall and holds them still as he kisses them passionately. He likes watching Jeno work out… and he likes sitting on Jeno’s lap when he’s lifting weights. He fucking LOVES it when Chenle feels him up on stage……

Chenle’s a fucking exhibitionist when it comes to his perversions. The way he stares at Jaemin all the time doesn’t go unnoticed by fans— In fact they eat up the way Chenle grabs Jaemin’s muscles and pulls up his shirt to reveal his abs and flirts on stage. But to Chenle and Jaemin, it’s like a game. Chenle’s trying to see how much he can get away with, what Jaemin’s breaking point is, what gets him all flustered and embarrassed. Meanwhile, Jaemin loves feeling Chenle’s hands on him in front of so many people. All those times Chenle grabs Jaemin’s arms during outfit changes, and there was only one show where during Mark’s ment, Jaemin pushed with headset mic to the side so he could whisper into Chenle’s ear, “If you touch me like that one more time, I’m going to bend you over the green room couch and fuck you while everyone watches.” Chenle loses the very game he started. Jaemin grins because Chenle is a BRIGHT shade of red, and all he can do is pray his dancer belt is hiding his erection a little bit……… “Tag, you’re it,” Chenle teases during Broken Melodies when he runs up to Jaemin and grabs his muscles again before running off. Andddddd he sealed his fate.

[buckrecs]

Hello sera! May I please ask enemies to lovers with bucky please? I accept oneshots and series! Thank you!🫶🏻🤗

Enemies to Lovers

masterlist | req masterlist

here are some angsty (& hot) enemies to lovers 😏

* = contains smut

ONESHOT

Elevate Thy Hate by @babyboibucky

Not a day goes by that you and Bucky don’t argue.

I’m With You by @youlightmeupfinn

You and Bucky are enemies, but share a common past. However, Bucky realizes he's in love with you upon watching the Winter Soldier in you unleash, resulting in him having to hurt you.

*we can’t stop, we’re enemies by @sinner-as-saint

After the events of the last battle against Thanos, you teamed up with Sam and Bucky to carry on your superhero duties. You got along with Sam just fine, he was a really good friend to you. Bucky however, was not. From constant banters, to unnecessary hand-to-hand combat, to purposely getting each other in trouble during risky missions, to being the main cause of Sam’s migraines; it was safe to say that you and Bucky considered yourselves to be each other’s nemesis. Although that soon changes when, courtesy of your silly banters, a certain mission goes slightly wrong - one which involves strong chemicals which, unbeknownst to you, were designed to mess with the brain and hormones, thus encouraging the need to breed and procreate amongst all those who inhale it...

pansies, pain, and other things about bucky by @bucky-bucket-barnes

You and Bucky are begrudgingly paired on a mission together. This is less than ideal considering neither of you are too keen on the other tagging along. All goes as normal until a surprise attack severely hurts both of you. Feeling incredibly guilty, Bucky helps you tend to your wounds. He has trouble admitting it, but he wants to make sure you’re safe.

bucky bitchass barnes to the rescue by @/bucky-bucket-barnes

In an attempt to escape from hectic life as an Avenger, you decided to go out on a date. Unfortunately, you got stood up. While Bucky hates you, he hates seeing you embarrassed more and decides to fill in for your M.I.A. date.

*There’s Always One by @summerofsnowflakes

Every wedding has at least one couple that can't seem to keep their hands to themselves and with Tony's wedding a mere 18 hours away, Sam sets up a wager to see which unfortunate couple will fall into the trap.

the one where the protein shake plays matchmaker by @mediocre-daydreams

you and bucky barnes can find any reason to hate each other. new york can find any reason to believe you two are together. when steve asks you to do a co-interview with bucky, the two of you are barraged by dating rumors that you vehemently deny and it breaks bucky’s heart. do you really find the thought of being with bucky so revolting?

*until you ruined it by @gummydummy19

God you fucking hated him. You LOATHED him. Every single thing he did pissed you off.

*I Know Places by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

You hate Barnes, and Barnes hates you. Yet when you get injured on a mission, the lines of love and loathing are crossed... and the single bed Tony has at the safe house ends up being a benefit after all. 

The Thin Line by @stardustdreams-andcaffeine

Of one thing you were certain—Bucky Barnes hated you, and you hated him. How could you not considering the super soldier had made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell after you had been assigned to protect him? But there was someone after Bucky from his past, and now he was forced to work alongside you to stop them. And in the process, you would find out just how thin that line was between love and hate.

try to relax by @grippingbeskar

locked in a room with the winter soldier seems like the worst situation in the world. luckily, you bought a little treat to pass the time.

SERIES

*Stuk Wit U by @slyyywriting

You and Bucky don’t get along. Your fights have become too destructive so Tony and Steve decide that enough is enough.

*Snow by @delaber

Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in.

Life As We Know It by @whitestarbucky

You had never disliked a person more than Bucky Barnes. But as the universe would have it, you were stuck with him. Under the same roof now after the tragic passing of your two best friends, their child was yours to take care of. With a complicated past plus raising a toddler, you both find yourselves needing to confront a few things before it tears the only family Sarah Rogers has left, apart. 

have i made you uncomfortable? by @marveliskindacool

you and Bucky hate each other. or do you?

A Half-Naked Nurse and Wrong Ideas by @urimaginespimp

you’ve gotten sick and Bucky takes care of you.

i hate you but by @buckybarnesthehotshot

bucky and y/n can’t stand each other, but y/n needs help with her sister’s kids.

*Where Dreams Go To Die by @insomniumstella

Steve’s silly joke happened to inspire the best, or possibly the worst, idea Wanda had ever come up with — send James Buchanan Barnes and y/n on an all-expenses-paid honeymoon in Hawaii. the problem? they cannot stand to be around each other.

.

[vibratingskull]

If we are talking about sub!Thrawn

How about one were he lost his virginity to reader at royal imperial and has been reader sub since then.

Maybe with some smut, go with whatever your hearts desire.

Sub!Thrawn is consumming me right now... I just slightly tweaked the timeline, I just cannot imagine him having sex with someone he knows for only three months, I hope it's okay for you.

Gorgeous art by @sinnuous

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags : Submissive!Thrawn, loss if virginity, aphrodisiac, shibari, penis cage, restraints, face sitting, P in V, creampie, breeding kink

Thrawn being casually Aroace in my fics? Who would have thought ? 😏

You intently look at the picture and look back at your cord knots. Yeah... Good enough for a new try! You take a step back to observe your masterpiece. Thrawn is sitting naked on a stool, his mighty body wrapped in shibari knots, adorning his vibrant blue skin, making a walking piece of art. 

You cover your mouth with your two hands, refraining from an excited giggle rising in your throat. 

“What is the final result?” Thrawn asks, turning his red gaze to you. 

“It’s... magnificent.” You can only say. 

You hook two fingers in one knot, testing the cords. 

“How is it?” You ask. 

Thrawn breath deeply and rolls his powerful muscles to test the restraints. 

“Tighter please.” He demands. 

You adjust the deep red ropes, so ravishing on his deep blue skin. You pull on the ropes, tightening them. 

“Tighter.” He demands again. 

“Are you sure?” You ask, “We never tried this tight before.” 

“I am curious, please tighten the knots again.” He responds with his deep melodious voice. 

You pull the ropes again, observing how they bite into his flesh. Thrawn greets his teeth and hisses as the shibari compress his muscles like never before. You keep going, knowing that if need be, he will use your safe word to stop everything. But he never does. 

“Now?” You ask, weary of the cords around his thick throat. 

He exhales between his teeth, his head thrown backward in a mix of pain and pleasure. He rolls his shoulders to test his restraints, appreciating the compression of his muscles. 

“Perfect.” He judges, “That is... Perfect.” 

You circle him, observing the final result, how the cords cross and wave and tie around his body. They are quite thin to be discreet and invisible under clothes but they are damn strong, no risk for Thrawn to inadvertently tear one apart. You take his hand to guide him to the big mirror of the suite, to let him observe his new body. 

He remains silent, observing every minute detail, every knot dancing on his flesh. You look at him with a big smile, proud of your work. 

“Do you like it?” You ask. 

“This is... Glorious. You outdid yourself, Ch’acah.” He compliments you, tracing the cords on his arm. 

This is not your first Shibari rodeo but those knots are new for you, but the results are so worth it! You place yourself behind him, raising on your toes, and lick his cheek with a satisfied grin. 

“Satisfied, my sweet?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” He breathes as your hand comes caressing his throat, lazily squeezing it. “Thank you, ma’am.” 

You hum satisfied and peck his cheek. Thrawn fascination for art also appears in the bedroom and making him a breathing piece of art is a must during foreplay for him! He just loves becoming your canvas for your sessions, letting you create patterns on his skin. Sometimes he is the one who finds new figures to tie, like today. He submits to you, letting you experiment with your craft for both of your pleasures. 

“On your knees, big boy.” You whisper in his ear, nibbling his lobe. 

Your high heels resonate in the suite as you walk to fetch your accessories. He obeys and gets on his knees, his red eyes getting foggy with desire and eagerness to submit. His breath gets shorter as you review your different options lying on his desk. You have cuffs, crops, blindfolds, paddles, gags and gags bars, clamps, floggers... A lot of options! 

You both quickly realized  Thrawn absolutely loves to be restrained in some way, with cuffs, ribbons, cords, or tape. His hands, his legs, tied to the bed or behind his back, nailed to the floor, wall or hanging from the ceiling... And then he let you play with his exposed and defenseless body, teasing him, torturing him, toying with him. He relinquished all of his powers to you. 

Trusting you completely. 

You reminisce about the start of your relationship, how you took Eli and Thrawn “under your wing” in the Academy, begrudgingly becoming friends, taming each other. What was your surprise when you learned you followed them both on the Blood Crow, apparently your time together wasn’t over yet. 

You fooled around with some male and female colleagues, having fun while Thrawn and Eli kept to their art and Excel sheets. That’s around this time you learned you liked to take control in the bedroom, seeing others submit at your feet. 

Is was thrilling! Exhilarating! New and fresh!  

How they tried to get back control, and how you fought to keep command. You always came up on top, always finding the trick or the sweet little thing making them submit to your will. 

Some were easy, some were reluctant, but you always found a way... 

You even slept with that bitch Rossi in exchange for her promise to not punish Thrawn after one of his “political miscalculations” of one of his tactical prowess during a mission. She thought you would be a piece of cake, that she would have some free fun and come back on her words to punish Thrawn as it pleased her. 

How wrong she was... 

She did not punish Thrawn after the night you spent together and she stayed pretty much away from your trio until you got your new affectations. 

You never told Thrawn about that. Maybe you were already falling for him at that time... No, in retrospect you definitely had fallen for him! But you didn’t know it back then. So you kept meeting them both, bitching with Eli about Rossi, playing cards with Thrawn, drinking with them both... 

Nice times. 

For your next post, you specifically asked to follow Lieutenant Thrawn wherever he might go, because frankly, things could get so batshit crazy with him that you found it both hilarious and terribly worrying for the health of your two friends. You needed to keep an eye on those two walking catastrophes.  

And the Navy obliged. 

You followed him on the next ship, your relationship growing and flourishing into something new but undiscovered still. You regularly played Shah-Tezh together in your or his cabin, he taught you new strategies and slowly, you were growing on him, unbeknownst to both of you. 

And then. 

Came that mission... 

The one that turned your relationship around. 

It started rather mundane, you were both sent as escort to a diplomat to bordering worlds of the Empire for a political soiree. Let’s just say Thrawn was less than thrilled. 

“Knowing you will be at my side ease my worries, my friend.” He said to you. 

You smiled at him, promising to run to his rescue if he ever ended up in a political conversation with one of the aliens. You had to abide by the dress code and you appeared in an evening gown and Thrawn in a black suit. You discreetly checked him out, the suit was deliciously tight and becoming on him. He looked like a full-course dinner. 

You abstained from any comment, of course, Thrawn wouldn’t have appreciated to get objectified like that. 

Or so you thought... 

You appeared in the ballroom arm-in-arm, the diplomat had ordered you to remain discreet and not be too obvious in your mission, so you watched over them, pretending to be simple guests.  

As the only alien of the Navy and not yet recognized for his true genius, Thrawn was perceived as disposable and was designated as a poison tester for the diplomat. Any dish or drink they wanted to taste, Thrawn had to taste first. In solidarity with your “good friend”, you tasted everything with him. 

Until at some point you tasted the same glass of a certain sparkly champaign and advised the diplomat to not touch it, the taste was... something else. None of your chemical reactive you had detected any deadly poison, so you expected to endure stomach pain for some hours. 

Uncomfortable but manageable. 

How wrong you were... 

Around 10 minutes after you start to feel hot and sweaty all of a sudden with some vertigo to spice things up. You immediately searched for Thrawn to check up on him, finding him taking fresh air on the balcony. He had his usual cool and detached tendencies but he was sweating too and his hand holding down the rail was trembling slightly, very unlike him! 

You seized his arm and pulled him back inside, groped Eli to tell him you headed towards the infirmary. You walked side to side in those long and torturous corridors, the silence only broken up by your increasingly short breaths. You forced open a door with a kick, thinking it was the closed infirmary only to discover it was a bedroom. 

Crap! 

It will had to do, your organism refused to go farther without relief. You were now hot and, to your horror, bothered. 

Did you drink an aphrodisiac? You gave a side glance to Thrawn in the hope he would be able to make a sane decision because you were in no state to make any informed choice yourself, only to realize he was in worse shape than you! Laying against the wall, his head thrown backward, his breath was only a painful hiss, his apple bobbing up and down as he gulped with difficulties. He sat down on the bed and opened his collar with a trembling hand, sweat trickling down his temple, breath short and painful.  

“Take your shower first.” He gentlemanly proposed, “I will go after you.” 

“With all due respect sir, you look way worse than me.” You retorted. 

Whatever they put in this glass, Chiss are more sensible to it than humans. 

He held his head in his hand like it was too heavy to stand on his neck, messing his hair up, he breathed through his greeted teeth. He may appeared just a little roughed up, but it was so unlike him to act as such you didn’t even try to guess the real discomfort he was in. 

“Nonsense.” He retorted with a raspy voice, his melodious tessitura even deeper than usual and that stroke you straight to your core you had to press your thighs to silence the longing of your awakening desire, “I am perfectly fine, nothing a fresh shower will not fix.” 

The effect of his voice on you was so powerful you chose to run under the shower without any other words to not be in the same room as him. He always looked good to you, but under the raw effect of the aphrodisiac, he was absolutely ravishing. 

A true apparition. 

You came out of the icy cold shower still as hot and bothered. It had absolutely no effect whatsoever! You felt yourself trembling with such lust and desire you never felt before! So much so that you considered bashing your head in the wall a viable option. 

You gulped and re-entered the bedroom to discover Thrawn laying on the bed, his black jacket nonchalantly thrown on the desk, is white chemise halfway undone, revealing toned pecs to your gaze. 

Oh dear Maker, that will be a trial, is it not? 

He raises back in a sitting position at your arrival, restrained relief painted on his face. 

“Lieutenant commander.I trust the shower was beneficial.”  

“No...” You reveal, “Not at all.” 

He looked at you with a closed expression. 

“That is unfortunate news.” He simply said, “Those effects might last hours, we are in no shape to pursue our mission like that.” He held his chin in his fingers, searching for a solution. 

Like it wasn’t evident enough... 

None of you two wanted to say it but you both knew what was going to happen was inevitable. 

“Listen.” You initiated action, “We are both adults. Let’s get done with it, the sooner we get to it, the sooner it will end.” You came next to him, taking his hand in yours. 

He looked at you intently with a mixed expression of surprise and... shock. 

“I do not think this is a good idea, Lieutenant Commander.”  

“You have another idea?” 

He turned his head away from your gaze, admitting his lack of resources in such a situation. You smiled at him, squeezing his hand gently. 

“Come on, Commandant. A man of your experience surely isn’t afraid of a simple woman?” You joked, laughing in the hope of relaxing the atmosphere, “Your collection of lovers must be impressive, what’s one more to your body count?” 

He sighed, ruffling his hair, his head in his palm, clearly displeased.  

Okay, ouch? 

“Okay, I’m maybe not to your taste but no need to look so disgusted.” You laughed acidic. 

“No, (Y/n), no. You truly are a beautiful woman and any man would be honored to have a chance with you, but...” 

“But?” 

“I...” He started, looking at you with some despair you never saw in his eyes before sighing, “I have never been intimate with anyone before.” 

You remained mute at that news, your eyes wide open and mouth agape. 

A full minute passed looking at each other, you absolutely dumbfounded by that revelation and him awaiting your reaction, hoping you would go easy on him. 

“I do not believe you for a second.” You finally left out 

Him? A virgin? Mister handsome face, smooth voice, and sculpted body? Mister dy humor gentleman? This was not possible. You couldn’t believe nobody never tried to sink their teeth in the meal he could offer! Granted he is not the smoothest in social situations, but still! You saw some real pieces of shit collecting suitors, why not him? 

“That is the truth nonetheless.” He softly insisted, his breathing worsening again. 

“But... How?” You asked flabbergasted. 

He shrugged like your question made no sense at all. 

“It simply never happened. I never pursued such intimacy in my life.” 

“And nobody ever proposed to you? I find it really hard to believe.” 

“Why?” 

Was this man for real? 

“You are handsome and carved by the gods! Maybe a little aloof but you care and you have delicate dispositions. A lot of people with way less to offer get asked regularly! And you tell me you had no opportunity ever? Sorry but no, that’s not adding up.” 

He looked at you with rounder and rounder eyes. 

“Nobody ever referred to me in such terms.” He just said, surprised. “I never knew you looked at me in such a way either...” 

You cleared your throat, calculating your error. 

“I just find it hard to believe, that’s all...” You tried to save yourself. 

“I never took someone to bed before and never intended to. At least not in the immediate future.” He corrected himself “I never saw my fellow beings in such light. I never felt this urge before.”  He explained, gulping in his discomfort. 

“Well... I’ll agree with you this is not the most romantic setting for a first time.” You conceded “You want to try and wait?” You proposed. 

You’re not about to force someone to sleep with you, aphrodisiac or not. He seemed to weigh the pros and cons, before straightening his back and rolling his head like he was preparing himself for a trial. 

“We have a mission to accomplish, Lieutenant Commander. If we must go through it to become operative again... This is our duty to act on it.” He said assertively. 

How romantic... 

You spin your seated position to face him fully. 

“Alright. Let’s go.” You agree. 

He looked at you intently, like he was expecting more reluctance or shyness on your part. You looked back in his eyes unashamed.  

You were torn on your end, in some way you were really glad you got a chance with Thrawn, he always was to your taste, both body and mind. On the other side, what kind of fucked up setting was that? 

“I am going to kiss you, Lieutenant Commander.” He announced with a trembling tone. 

His hand tentatively came cupping your cheek. His palm was deliciously warm and his skin soft and smooth. Your mind immediately wandered to the rest of his body, is he as soft everywhere? You mentally shook your head. 

He very slowly approached his lips to yours, stopping only a mere centimeter away. You could feel his jerked breath on your lips and waited for him to close the gap, you wanted to go at his rhythm, letting him set the pace. That was the least you could do for him. 

You reopened your eyes when he still didn’t kiss you yet. What is he waiting for? 

“Thrawn?” You gently called. 

“Yes?” He said, but the hesitation in his tone was apparent. 

“Did you ever kiss someone before?” You asked softly, trying to get him to open up. 

He breathed deeply. 

“Once. And it was a disaster.” 

“Do you want me to show you?” 

“I... Yes, Lieutenant Commander. Your experience in this field is superior to mine.” 

You snorted. 

“Okay, one thing. Drop the ranks. We are friends and we are in this situation together. Call me by my name.” 

He shaked his head. 

“That would be disrespectful of me.” 

“I’m going to be frank with you: the ranks make me uncomfortable right now. Let's use our names, it will make things easier.” 

His lips stretched into a fine line. Clearly, he is not comfortable at all. 

“Very well. I will trust you on that.” He conceded. 

“Nice. Close your eyes, Thrawn. Let me show you how is it done.” You whispered. 

You looked at him breathing through his nose and closing his eyelids. You gently took his gorgeous face in your hands and kissed his lips tenderly. You kept it chaste, just trying to get him to relax a little. 

And he did. He started to respond to the kiss, not trying to take command or anything, simply testing the waters and the limits of this intimate act. You pecked his lips again and pushed your tongue inside to meet his, he let you explore as you wanted, focusing on his breath. Your tongues danced together, hugging each other, gently brushing and teasing each other. 

When you reopened your own eyes you realized you were lying on top of him, both breathless, your hand disheveling his hair and your lips swollen. He opened his eyes slightly, letting only a ray of red light peak as he tried to get back his breath. You smiled comfortingly at him, gently caressing his sharp cheek. 

“Was it better?” You asked. 

“It was a completely different experience.” He admitted, his heart beating fast against yours, “Could we try it again?”  

“Of course.” You chuckled. 

And one thing leading to the other you relieved each other of the pain and discomfort of the aphrodisiac. Thrawn proved himself an inexperienced but eager-to-learn student. You kept things vanilla, only leading the dance for him to find his steps and it was a very pleasurable experience.  

He kept asking if you would like it if he touched you there, if it would increase your pleasure if he tried this movement, willing to experiment. He was cautious of any new act before rapidly getting the gist of it and enjoying himself. You almost thought he would stop you when you lowered himself to give him head but he trusted you and let you guide him in the sea of pleasure he felt for the first time in his life! 

You rarely took care of virgins and tried your best to make it enjoyable for him. You rode him slowly, letting him appreciate the feelings of his cock getting squeezed by a pussy for the first time, he held on to your hips desperately, throwing his head back in the pillow with breathy moans. He let you lead the way without any fuss, obeying your instructions like a good soldier. 

You will humbly admit you lost a little of your control when you bit down his shoulder. You swear it was unintentional, you were simply kissing his neck as you lazily rode him, pressing your two bodies together when your instincts ordered you to bite down that beautiful blue flesh. 

The lecherous gasp that escaped him... You almost lost it all at that moment. 

“Do it again.” He breathed, “Please, (Y/n), bite me again.” He almost begged in his daze, pushing your head down the crook of his muscular neck. 

No need to ask you twice! 

He uncontrollably cummed inside your pussy as your teeth sank back into his skin. He apologized profusely, asking for your forgiveness when you just had difficulties not exploding laughing! Of course, you were on birth control, with a sex life as active as yours it was imperative. You calmed him down with an amused smile, easing his worries. 

You felt way better and Thrawn too! For two minutes top before the effects came back with a vengeance...  

His face turning back in his flustered purple shade he took your hand, trembling, and asked you if you minded staying a little longer to keep him company while he waited for them to go away... 

Wishful thinking... 

You never got to come back to the ballroom, spending the night in each other embrace, having sweet and lazy sex, letting him discover the limits and discovering what he was into together. 

He held you close in your sleep, a faint purr resonating in his throat as he hugged you close. 

You awoke the next morning to Thrawn gently caressing your cheek. 

“How was it?” You asked, “Do you feel better?” 

“It was... An unexpectedly good experience.” He gently smiled at you. “I thank you for teaching me, it was truly enlightening.”  

“I am just a little sad you had to experience like that with me. You should have had the right to discover it with a lover, in better circumstances.” You responded a little demoralized for him. 

It was not in your right to take his first time, he should have had the choice of his partner. 

“In retrospect, I am glad it was you.” He confessed, kissing your knuckles “I trust you with my life, my friend. It was the best scenario possible.” 

You smiled, a bit relieved. 

None of you spoke to Eli about that mission and you tried to keep it cool and relaxed between you two, but none of you could resist looking at the other a little longer, brushing your two hands almost inadvertently, hugging just a little longer than most friends do... 

The tension kept rising until one day Thrawn invited you for your regular Shah-tezh game and you ended up spending it doing something completely different than Shah-tezh, kissing each other on the small bed of his cabin, waving your body on his... 

“Ch’acah?” 

You shake your head, Thrawn’s melodious voice calling you back to the present moment with him in shibari knots and on his knees for you. 

“Is there a problem?” He asks gently, looking at you with a hint of worry in his gorgeous red eyes. 

You smile brightly and lower yourself to kiss him, holding him by the throat. 

“Nothing is wrong, big boy. I was just thinking back to our first times.” 

He purrs in the kiss, eagerly kissing you back. 

“We were clumsy back then.” He noted a touch of amusement in his voice. 

Indeed you were! They were pretty pathetic and hilarious, to be honest. Your errors were naive but genuine, both experimenting and discovering each other limits and boundaries. 

“Do you remember how you destroyed your first harness with sheer strength?” You wonder. 

“You told me to resist.” 

You burst out laughing at that memory, caressing his handsome face. 

“I wanted you to resist for the roleplay! Not to literally break free of your bonds.”  

This harness was just a piece of crap anyway! You were trying restraints for the first time as Thrawn suggested to test it, in retrospect choosing the first price wasn't a bright idea. 

Witnessing Thrawn breaking free of his leather restraints so unexpectantly you started laughing uncontrollably. Like damn, it was so sexy but that was so off-script it threw you off your rhythm and you ended up rolling on the bed, holding your stomach with Thrawn looking at you confused. 

To be fair he didn’t expect the harness to break down so easily either... 

Now you have way better products, but deep down you know he could break them too with a musculature like his. And you would love that, for sure! 

Ten years later, you are still a couple and going strong despite everything thrown at you! 

You peck his nose. 

“Do you want me to free you, big boy?” 

“Yes ma’am.” He purrs, brushing his nose with yours. “Please.” 

You kneel and take off your necklace holding a small key and open the chastity cage around his cock, relieving the tension in his impressive member. He lets out a sigh of relief and you gently stroke his length up and down, not enough to give him an erection, just enough to get rid of any discomfort after so long. 

“How much time did you last, big boy?” 

During your last session he wanted to keep it on, preventing him from getting an erection. You try to see how far you can push his limits, testing his resilience. 

“5 months, ma’am.” 

Damn! 5 months in this contraption? No masturbation nor penetration, you couldn’t hold on that long in his place. 

Let’s not even talk about your difficulty finding a cage accommodating his length and girth... A real headache! 

But he loves the sexual frustration it gives him, the feeling of relief when he finally gets to enter you after a long period in his cage is like anything else he told you. Every sensation gets enhanced and sublimed, giving him even more pleasure. 

Thrawn isn’t even that into sex and sexual release in the first place. He just loves to submit, it helps him relax, emptying his well-ordered mind to blindly follow orders without a second thought. Someday he just likes you tying him down in shibari knots and going about his day with the compression of the cords under his clothes for the whole day. 

The simple act of tying the cords around his body and creating art is enough for him, it is intimate enough to his taste, no need to get down and dirty. 

Not to say he neglects your own needs, not at all! He bought you plenty of toys and loves to go down on you, he simply doesn’t feel the urge to go all the way. If you ask him to help to masturbate he will gladly take some time off his busy schedule to indulge you. Sometimes you just want him to observe how you fuck yourself on your toys, he sits down in his favorite chair and doesn’t lose a crumb of the spectacle, complimenting you on your stamina and beautiful expressions as you pleasure yourself, addressing you in your favorite titles. 

Sometimes he will join and finger you like you taught him to do, sometimes he will remain an enthusiastic spectator.  

“It allows me to learn how you prefer to be touched.” He let you one day know when you asked him if he even liked to watch you going at it while he did nothing, imprisoned in his cage, “I experience a facet of sex I do not usually live through, and it is simply a beautiful sight to witness, Ch’acah. I love watching and hearing you giving yourself pleasure.” He reassured you. 

You regularly hold “meetings” together in your suite to propose new ideas and new kinks, sometimes you just want to make a show of the new leather corset you bought. Sometimes you just talk about your last experiences, what you liked and would prefer to do differently, both lying on the bed, looking into each other eyes, caressing hands. 

Vulnerable and sensitive.  

Simply intimate... Close to one another. 

But from time to time he does appreciate going all the way with you. You are the only one in the universe who got to see this part of him and you are thankful for that. 

You stand back up and present him with your shoe. 

“Kiss.” You order, your hands on your hips. 

He leans forward and reverently kisses your shoe, pecking the diamond adorning it before giving it a lick, slowly reaching your ankle, and kissing his way up your leg. You close your eyes, appreciating the sensation of his lips on your flesh. 

He stops at your knee and looks up at you with a puppy look you were shocked he had. He hugs your leg while looking at you already entering subspace with a dazed expression. He can enter it so rapidly, looking at you with such a ravishing expression, his red eyes shining brighter in the dim light. He kisses your knees, looking into your eyes with eyes half-closed, a slight moan escaping his mouth. 

“You are handsome, do you know that?” You asks with a satisfied sigh. 

Of course he knows, you never lose an occasion to tell him. 

“Thank you, ma’am. You are magnificent yourself.” He whispers. 

You caress his hair, brushing his ear with your thumb.  

“You promise to be good?”  

“Yes, anything to please you, Ma’am.” He breathes softly. 

“On the bed, big boy.” 

He stands up instantly and lays on the bed obediently. You let the tip of your fingers dance on his legs, from his foot to his hip, drawing little patterns on his muscles until you take his cock in your hand and gently stroke it. You play with his tip, circling his crown with your thumb. He hisses and whimpers under your touch, all his sensations multiplied by his time in the cage. 

“Will you tie me down?” He gasps, “Please, ma’am?” 

“Not yet, my big boy. Wait a little more.” You promise him. 

You lean forward to kiss his tip already leaking pre-cum. You hop on the bed and throw your leg on the other side of his head, looking down at him, hovering over his face. 

“First I want you to put your mouth to good use, alright?”  

He nods, his hands already coming to grope your hips and inviting you down towards his eager lips. You sit down comfortably on his face and he immediately gets to work, licking your pussy voraciously. 

How he loves that... 

You hold onto the frame of the bed, to not completely suffocate him. Not that he would mind. You can feel his flexible wet tongue trailing your slit conscientiously, licking up and down as he digs his fingers into the flesh of your hips. He makes indecent sounds, getting his fill of your sex. He gently kisses your pussylips and starts focusing on your clit, sucking on it, making it roll between his blue lips.  

A shudder strikes through your entire body, shaking your entire being between his hands. You throw your head backward, mouth open under the pleasure. 

Damn! He’s so good at it! 

You feel your stomach muscles contracting under his care and the fire between your legs spreads through your veins, teasing your nerve endings. 

“Good. Keep going, Ch’acah.” You praise, “AH! Do not stop!” 

“Of course, ma’am.” He docilely answers. 

He resumes his diligent work, playing with your pearl, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He suddenly gives a long lick with the flat of his tongue from one end of your slit to the other. You can feel your wetness dripping off you, and he opens his mouth wide open to receive it on his tongue, a purr of raw satisfaction emanating from him. He drinks it down greedily, gulping your essence down his throat with glee. 

He forces your hips down further against his face, asphyxiating himself between your thighs. You try to raise your hips to not choke him but he firmly holds you in place against his swollen lips. 

“Do you enjoy my pussy, my sweet?” You investigate with a voice dripping with pleasure. 

“Yes, ma’am, a lot.” He asserts “I absolutely love it.”  

He goes back to licking you without missing a bit, kissing and sucking avidly. Your legs start trembling under the bliss you are feeling coursing through your limbs.  

“Fuck!” You cannot help but curse as he suddenly gives short and quick licks at your clit, darting his tongue, flicking it rapidly. 

You feel your slick and his drool rolling down his jaw and your thighs. Your hands leave the bedframe to seize his head, griping his hair desperately as you ride his tongue and mouth furiously. He keeps drinking your sweet nectar, his purrs growing louder and louder. 

You gasp his name as you cum, squirting in his mouth, a shudder shaking your entire body. Thrawn’s body quivers as you feel his hands squeezing your hips. You inadvertently press his face against your greedy pussy before promptly releasing him. You raise your hips to release the tension on his jaw but his head follows your movement, finishing to licking you clean.  

You sit down on his stomach, sweaty and out of breath, as he licks his lips like he just ate a tasty dinner. His satiated expression sends new shivers down your core. He wipes his lips with a loud purr, looking at you bedazzled. 

You lean forward to capture his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue. He embraces you close in his arms as you lick his lips. 

“Did you have fun, big boy?”  

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.” He kisses you back. 

You sit back and turn to take care of his big cock when you notice a white, sticky substance soiling his lower stomach and the cords there. You look at it for a second, incredulously. 

“Did you cum?” You ask stunned. 

“Yes, ma’am. I could not control myself, I am sorry.” 

You cannot refrain from snorting. He cummed licking your pussy, like you could ever get mad at him for that! 

You swiftly peck the tip of his nose and leave the bed to head to the desk where all your accessories are waiting for you. You choose a bar gag and cuffs and come back to your lover. 

Thrawn gives you his hands without you having to ask and you tie them together before tying them to the bedframe.  

“Open your mouth, big boy.” You gently place the bar between his teeth and close it behind the back of his head. 

It is just tight enough for him to be able to spit it out and pronounce his safe word if need be. The bar design also allows for better breathing and greater comfort. You mount him again and take his girth in your hand to align it with your entrance. You let yourself sink on it slowly, mouth open in a perfect ‘O’ as his shaft gently pushes past your flesh, invading your secret temple. Once fully seated your pussy is filled to the brim, you feel stuffed like always with him. 

“You are soooo big, Ch’acah.” You praise, contracting your inner muscles to squeeze his cock and tease him. “You always fill me so much!” 

He gasps, already on edge. He loves the compliments, the praises, your adoring tone when you refer to him... You hear him whimpering through the gag and he waves his hips, desperate for friction and delicious sensations. 

“Impatient, are we?” You tease, making sweet circles with your hips to torture him. 

He nods hurriedly, looking at you beseechingly. You can see the muscles of his throat contracting and relaxing repeatedly.  

You place your hands on his large pecs, feeling his heart palpitating against your palm, and start riding him sloppily. His breath gets stuck in his throat and his muscles start rolling under his blue skin. His thick cock easily brushes every sweet spot inside you and you revel in the sensations. 

You can feel his shaft already leaking pre-cum again, mixing with your essence and leaking on his loins. You rise up and down repeatedly, licking his pecs and throat as he mewls and whimpers on his gag. He eagerly meets your pace with his hips, increasing friction and rutting into you.  

Your little pussy is stretched to the max, impaling yourself on his stupidly big cock. It is exactly like his body, long and thick and giving you so much pleasure. You accelerate your pace, sprinting after a new release together. You kiss his bumpy forehead, holding his gorgeous face between your hands, delicately caressing his temples. 

He whines and pleads through the gag, waving his entire body under yours. He drools all over the gag, biting down the bar at the pleasure you give him. 

“Sweet boy.” You whisper into his ear, “You are so good for me, Ch’acah. You are doing so great.”  

You can feel his heart skipping a beat under your hand at the praise. It is quite satisfying to feel. 

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmh... You’re so good at it, my love. You were made for me, don’t you think?” You lick the outer shell of his ear. 

He nods with a long moan, approving your words. 

“Do you want to come inside?” You tease, “Do you want to fill me with your seed? Breed me?” 

He jolts, his entire body contracting under yours, his breath short and heavy. He looks intently at you, fixed only on you, hoping you would let him finish inside. 

He so longs for a little one of himself, a baby he could call his. A baby with you would simply be perfect! He discussed it with you several times already and you have been trying since then. 

“I don’t know if you deserve it.” You bite, looking down at him, “You did come without my authorization after all...” you stop moving altogether. 

Thrawn agitates himself in his restraints, threatening to break them again, scandalized at the idea of getting his right to breed you revoked, even just once. You observe him struggling with great interest and a sadistic smile. 

After all not everything can be fun and game... 

“Careful now...” You boop his nose playfully, “If you don’t behave I’ll pull you out and leave you here.” 

He instantly stops, but he looks at you badly, infuriated, his breath short and quick. You squeeze his cock with your pussy, making him shudder in pure pleasure. 

“You really want it, big guy?” 

He nods again with an animalistic growl raising in his throat. 

“Alright. But only because it is you.” You smirk. “And you better give me your all, mister!” 

And you resume riding at high speed. It is a real workout out but seeing Thrawn crumble between your hands and thighs is such a sight! Your pleasure builds back up rapidly as Thrawn meets your pace with his hips, bullying his length inside you. You lay on his chest and bite down his neck harshly. 

Thrawn cums in a flash, emptying himself inside your greedy pussy. It is so much, you can feel your tender tummy swole up with the quantity he offers you. Thrawn keeps going, feeling that you didn’t cum yet, his tip reaching your cervix with so much ease. You gently kiss him where you bit him, feeling him spurting hot ribbons of seed inside your womb. 

You mewl your pleasure to encourage him before standing back on to ride him properly. With Thrawn eagerness to please you it doesn’t take long at all before you cum too, getting blinded by a white light, your toes curling deliciously. You shout Thrawn’s name, with no regard for who could hear you on the Chimaera before falling on him, exhausted. 

You both remain still, breathless and hearts in a frenzy. You tiredly raise yourself to get rid of his gag and free Thrawn of bounds. He takes a deep breath, lying still. You open the drawer of your bedside table and take out a wipe and you clean his jaw and cheeks of his drool. You kiss his lips and nose tenderly. 

“Are you all right, my love?” You observe his gorgeous face, eyes closed shut and hair disheveled “Do you want something? A glass of water? A bath?” You ask to ease his descent from subspace and orgasm. 

You feel his long arms wrapping around your form, embracing you tight. 

“Just allow me to remain inside for another moment, Ch’acah.” He demands, burying his head in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. 

“As you wish, Thrawn. Tell me if you need anything.” 

“Hug me tight. That would be a great start.” He proposes kissing your neck gently. 

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Monster boy Weather Report HCs ♡ (NSFW)

Werewolf!Weather

• He'll be biting shit, getting saliva everywhere. Ofc he licks all of his bites better afterwards as a little apology

• Loves to mount you from behind ♡

• After he's fucked you good and barely conscious he turns into the biggest baby and begs for head/ear scratches. If you indulge him his tail turns into a weapon, so take caution.

• Speaking of his tail... give it a nice, gentle tug. Play with it a little.... he's a shaking mess

• Acts like he's addicted to eating you out and will overstimulate you with his tongue. Same goes for his dick too, obviously, so pick your poison ig

• Even if he's not going through a rut, or hadn't transformed yet, he's so easy to turn on, just grab his tail, itch behind the ears, give him some belly rubs, and he's immediately turned on.

• He's soo fucking hairy oh god

• Let's out the biggest "Awoo" when he comes inside you

Minotaur/Bull hybrid!Weather

• This bitch will fuck you on every surface he can; barn wall, a truck, literally anywhere there's no out of bounds.

• His fav position is to hold you up and bounce you on his cock because he likes to show off how strong he is.

• He's a rather gentle dom, but he has moments where he'll fuck you rough, it's mostly spurred on by jealousy

• He can get soo possessive over you if you spend too much time with the other farm monsters. But dw he'll fuck you good to remind you who your mate is

• He's a rescue from a breeding barn, so... due to his history his cock is pretty sensitive. He's a mooing mess if you try to give him head.

• That being said... would you even be able to fit that thing in your mouth? It's huge ... maybe just use your tongue so you don't pop your jaw out of socket. Yeah. He likes it like that, anyway.

• His tits are huge, but they're just for show. Dw he's got a different special milk you can have instead 😏😏

• He'll cum buckets inside you, then use his cock to plug you up. He'll stay like that for hours if he's got to. EVEN IF YOU CAN'T GET PREGNANT, HE WILL FORCE YOU TO STAY LIKE THAT FOREVER

• When I tell you to use his horns to steer him deeper into eating you out, I MEAN IT. HE THINKS IT'S HOT

Naga!Weather

• Hey, did you know snakes have TWO

• Double the pp double the cum. It gets everywhere

• Double penetration is almost a must, he can be persuaded into only using one. But are you really not going to let him keep both of his dicks warm?

• He likes to wrap you up in his tail while he fucks you. Don't ask how it works it just does

• LOOK I'M NOT INTO VORE BUT I'M JUST SAYING... LET HIM PUT SHIT IN HIS MOUTH

• Likes to use his tongue to tease you

• I don't think a snake tongue would feel too good... but he's eager to please

• Don't worry the teeth are retractable

• Speaking of which 😏😏😏 no gag reflex

• I'm running out of ideas but hell yeah snake sex

[pseudowho]

Hi Haitch, relationship anon here 🤡

So we ended up going out that night and it had some really nice moments! Nothing too crazy happened because I ended up babysitting a bunch of drunk adults and my friend cockblocked carpooled with us. She unfortunately knew she was cockblocking us and whenever we’d be having a moment, she’d bring up her cheating ex and ask if she should get back together with him (I’m not going to talk to her for a hot minute).

Anyway, here’s some things that happened:

•I bought him a stuffed panda from the zoo so when he got into my car, he got all excited and happy because I remembered that he wanted to see the pandas.

•He happily shared his redbull with me and was adding music to my playlist all night while we drove.

•One of my new favorite songs started to play (“You’re Invited” by The Dare) and he was singing along with me because I had sent him a tiktok about the song (it was mainly about one of the lyrics being “let’s have a baby in my Mercedes/You lost the rubber? Let’s have another”. Did not know the man had a breeding kink) and he knew I liked the artist so he started listening to them

•When I was talking about moving out and getting an apartment, he said “I’m getting a drawer, right?”. The friend we had brought along asked where I’m moving to and my guy said “to (his city) obviously.”.

•Asked me and only me what my schedule was looking like for the upcoming week. When I told him how busy I was, he said “oh so you hate me and don’t want to hang out with me?” And got all excited when I said I’ll try to make it work

•The club was an hour away so my sister had texted me saying that I shouldn’t drive back and should get a hotel. He saw that and says “you don’t seem like a one bed trope girl.” And I said “of course not I’m an enemies to lovers” he then replied with “it’s a good thing you hate me right?”

•At the club, he stood next to me pretty much all night. He kept telling me jokes and started to dance next to me. He let me drink a few sips from his cran vodka and kept getting me waters because I wasn’t drinking. Whenever a guy came to talk to me, he’d pop up pretty soon after. He kept finding excuses to touch my back, my arm, or my leg and I really didn’t mind it at all.

•After the club, it was pretty cold and we went to eat. My friend needed a top to cover herself up with and I offered her my scrub jacket, the sheerish shirt I was wearing, and my guy friend’s jean jacket. She close my shirt so I just put the jean jacket over my bra. My guy friend got all giddy and kept telling everyone that I was wearing his jacket.

•We were talking about chainsaw man while we were eating and he was teasing me about how much I like Kishibe. The friend that had carpooled with us kept interrupting because she doesn’t fuck with anime and was trying to change the subject but he just kept changing it back.

•After we finally dropped off my friend, both of us were pretty annoyed with how she was acting with the whole cockblocking and talking about getting back with her ex. My guy was trying his best to lighten the mood but it was kinda clear that the vibe was gone :(.

•When we were outside his place, he just kept looking at me and I felt like there was something he wanted to say, but nothing happened. He told me that he hope I got home safe and I drove home listening to cigarettes after sex.

I feel like less of a clown!!

Tuhhhhh!

Nothing wrong with taking it slow, but fuck your self-centred friend for pulling the spotlight onto her any time you guys had a moment 🙄 I'd reconsider how much time I spent with that blatant pathology. You need a friend who sits back with glee and celebrates your romance, not one who gets jealous and self-absorbed and tries to make it about her.

I love these updates by the way. Good thing you hate this guy, huh? 😏

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[milevenstancyendgame]

Okay, I quickly wrote this, before the adrenaline from the new ST photos subsides.😁

First part of a short Stancy fic, completely based on s5 speculations around some hospital drama.🏥❤️‍🩹

Haven't decided on the rating of the whole thing yet.😏 But for this part, I guess it's K+. Just has some mention of blood/an injury, nothing graphic.

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Nancy sighed, not really focusing on what she was doing (sorting files).

She had signed up as a candy striper after the first attacks on people by creatures from the Upside Down. They needed all the help they could get at the hospital.

But it wasn't like she could do anything really significant. She was aware of this, no matter how often some of the staff thanked her for volunteering (others were more of the Hawkins Post breed and treated her like a sub-human).

She stifled a yawn - getting up early was no problem for her, but it was undeniably a very dull morning. She didn't know how she was supposed to hold out until the early afternoon.

The sudden noise of an ambulance and slamming doors made her look up in surprise. Oh no.

There was a commotion at the emergency entry, so it was impossible to see what was going on, but no doubt it was another attack victim being brought in.

Her heart was racing and as always she longed to do something to help, but she knew from experience not to get in the way.

She was about to pick up the box of files and carry it to a different room, when she spotted a mess of dark blonde hair, and the distinctive rambling of Robin reached her ears.

"…. And I have no idea how many there were, or if it was only bats, might have been a demogo- I, I mean one of those larger things thrown into the mix as well!"

Nancy's stomach filled with ice. If Robin was here, then who…?

She got up abruptly, running over to the group of people, trying hard not to think…not Holly, not Mike…please…

But then one of the doctors moved aside and she saw him: Steve was lying there, unconscious, his shirt had been removed and was currently being used to be pressed against his side, soaked with blood.

She stopped dead at the sight.

"Nancy!" Robin had spotted her.

The sound of her name made her snap out of it - in an instant, she was at Robin's side, gripping Steve's shoulder protectively.

It was a completely instinctive action, no thoughts attached.

No one payed her much attention as she ran along to the emergency room, only when she followed inside, did one of the nurses stop her.

"I'm his-" She started to protest, outraged. But then she didn't know how to finish the sentence. "Friend," she finished lamely.

"Sorry dear, only family. You know the rules."

Robin put a hand on her shoulder as the doors flung shut in front of them.

An unbearable sense of powerlessness hit Nancy like a wave - she had to escape!

"What happened?"

"We were on patrol…" Robin looked around frantically to see if there was anyone in earshot. "You know, by the gate at the cemetery. And just before sunrise…it was like an explosion, Nance! Monsters everywhere, we couldn't get to the car fast enough and…and…"

She broke down, starting to sob uncontrollably.

Nancy rubbed her friend's back, a flashback of what she had seen in Vecna's vision back in '85 hijacking her mind. Monsters everywhere…

"Did anyone else…?"

"No…just Steve. Dustin was with us, he couldn't keep up, so Steve…he…"

Nancy's jaw clenched. She didn't need to hear the rest to know what had happened.

"Somebody's gotta go down and check this out. It's gotta be me. No complaints."

His words echoed in her head, reminding her of the last time he had been attacked by demobats.

"Where's Dustin?" She clung to the questions - anything to keep herself talking and away from thinking.

"He was a mess," Robin sniffed. "Must have reminded him of…you know…To be honest, I didn't give him much of a choice…thought it was better for him to stay and tell the others…" She shrugged. "He'll probably come bursting in on a bike any moment now."

Nancy never felt less like laughing. What else could she say?

"Okay, it's okay," she repeated mechanically to Robin, whose tears didn't seem to want to stop. She was glad, it gave her something to focus on, something to do.

She didn't know how much time passed like this, but suddenly the doors swung open again, startling both of them.

"It's okay," the nurse from earlier told them. "No vital organs hurt, just a lot of blood loss…it's stopped bleeding now. We'll transfer him to a room."

Robin looked like that was entirely too much information.

Nancy sighed a very different sigh than the one from earlier this morning. God, she would never complain about boredom ever again.

"He needs rest now." The nurse held her back again, as she made to rush to Steve's side.

Nancy narrowed her eyes, ready to argue, but then she changed her mind.

"Please, we just want to…" Robin started before Nancy interrupted her.

"She's right, Robin. He'll be okay."

Robin stared at her, incredulous.

"Is there anything you need, nurse Watkins?" Nancy asked sweetly.

"Not for the moment, dear. You can return to your chores." And with that, she was gone.

"I swear to god, Nancy-"

"Robin. Let me show you around and have a look at my work." She grabbed Robin's arm and dragged her over to the main desk, where her box with files still waited - as if her world had not been turned upside down.

Robin's face was a question mark, but she followed along, having learnt to trust Nancy's hunches and intuition.

Nancy sat down and started telling her friend all about the art of ordering files, seemingly not paying any attention to what was going on around her.

Although she was clearly impatient, Robin tried to play along, asking her nonsensical, dumb questions, waiting for god knew what.

Nurses came and went, picking things up and bringing them back. Robin paid no heed to it, but after one of them left, Nancy quickly grabbed a book, opened it, and closed it so quickly, that Robin felt dizzy from just watching her.

"Room 315," Nancy hissed between gritted teeth. Then she got up. "Come on, Robin - I need to deliver some flowers, would you help me?"

As they went to the flower shop, it dawned on Robin.

"Nancy, you're a genius! With a capital G!"

Nancy smiled, appreciating the compliment despite of the situation. They picked random bouquets and rushed back to the hospital as quickly as possible, without trying to look like they were in a hurry.

"315…315…" Robin muttered, as they went down the corridor. "Aha!"

They quickly stole into the small room, both stopping at the sight of Steve lying in bed, still unconscious.

There was entirely too much white for Nancy's liking. White bed, white hospital gown, white face. Lying in the morning light streaming in from the windows, he looked as pale as a ghost.

She willed herself to move forward, placing the flowers on the bedside. Before she could think twice, her hand was cupping his cheek gently.

"Steve Harrington, you idiot," she whispered. "You're going to get through this, do you hear me?"

He did not react, of course not. Still, she felt somehow disappointed. As if she really had expected her presence to work some sort of healing magic on him. She blushed, feeling presumptuous.

Robin had moved to the other side of the bed and took his hand.

"Dingus, you heard her. You'd better wake up soon."

She turned to Nancy. "Do you think we can bully him into waking up?"

Nancy gave her a weak smile before looking back down at Steve. She felt like the stitches that had held her heart together until now had become undone, one by one. She had been running away for so long, she had forgotten what it was like to stand still, to be present. But now there was no more escaping it. Her feelings could not be hidden away any more, they were swirling inside of her, all around her, like a swarm of butterflies.

Strangely, she did not feel afraid of them. The only fear that clenched her heart, was that it might be too late…

[callivich]

hi calli my love!

for the trope mash-up (which i’m thrilled to see you’re doing again!), could you please write me a:

44. Drunk/High + 1 07. Accidental/Embarrassing/Unusual Turn Ons

please & thank you 🖤

Bee! 🐝💖

This took me awhile because although I LOVE all these tropes together, I wanted to try and come up with something new but then I couldn’t think of anything 😅 (if anyone else has ideas for this trope mashup, please do post them!!!)

I’m gonna go with something that I don’t think is particularly new as a trope for them but is kinda underused, maybe? Breeding…🫣

So, Mickey mentions that he wants to knock Ian up in s11 and Ian says that’s not how they normally do it. While he’s most likely referring to bottoming, I’m gonna pretend that he was referring to the knocking up thing and that usually it’s Ian pretending to knock Mickey up.

How did that come about though? Well, it’s not long after they’ve gotten engaged in s10 (no broken leg in this version) and they’re getting high in their bedroom. All giggly and happy. Lying next to each other in their boxers, eating snacks because they’re getting hungry. And Mickey’s eating too much too quickly and soon he says some kind of offhand comment that he feels too full, like he’s got a “fuckin’ food baby or something”.

And an imaginary horny lightbulb goes off in Ian’s head. Oh. Mickey knocked up. Hot? 🧐 Yes hot 🤯 because it would be Ian who knocked him up. Obviously he knows Mickey can’t actually get pregnant. And he’s like this is weird. Embarrassing. But his body has a mind of its own and he’s turning on his side, propping his head up with one hand and using the other to rub Mickey’s stomach.

Mickey gets distracted by the gentle touch for a moment but then he notices Ian’s got that horny look in his eyes. And Mickey catches on quick, “I said food baby, you freak.”

“Uh huh…” and Ian knows he’s blushing furiously but he just keeps talking because Mickey looks amused and this takes away some of his embarrassment. “But what if….”

“What if what?” All innocent, like he doesn’t know. Yeah, Mickey’s gonna make Ian say it.

“What if I…knocked you up.”

“You flunk outta biology at school? Not possible, man.”

“I know that, asshole.” He huffs. “But we could…pretend.”

They’ve never done that before. Pretending stuff in bed. It’s new. Kinda exciting. “Yeah? You wanna….” He pauses, bites his lip quickly, “put a baby in me?”

It’s…weird, embarrassing but yeah, Ian’s turned on. And Mickey too, Ian can see the horny look on his face. “Fuck yeah.”

“Not now though. Feel so full that if you touch me I’ll puke.”

And…..mood ruined.

But the next night, they experiment with a little breeding kink and find out they both kinda enjoy it a lot….😏

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Gallavich Trope Mashup