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brenbofen · 8 months

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Don’t cry, Hydro dragon! ♥︎

Sub Neuvillette x Dom AMAB Reader

Broadcaster Message - dragonss……oughhhh. need me a needy dragon boyfriend. sorry both of my works for Neuvillette ended with bath sex, obsessed with the idea of carrying a tired n sore neuvillette to a bath and letting him cock warm ans sleep against you you while you wash him.

Notes 🗒️ - Sub Neuvillette, Dom AMAB Reader, Genshin Leaks?, Pet names (Dove), Anal penetration, Reader is big, Belly Bulge, Dacryphilia, Cockwarming, Reader is strong enough to lift Neuvillette, Needy Neuvillette, Probably OOC Neuillvette, Short-ish? Let me know if I missed anything!

!! Not Proof Read !!

“It’s beginning to rain, dove. Wonder why that is?”

You laughed as you looked away from the windows and down at your boyfriend Neuvillette. His body trembled as you pushed your dick deeper and deeper into him, tears prickling in his eyes. He sniffled once you got only half your length within him, pitifully clawing at the blankets beneath him in an attempt to ground himself. You hummed, leaning down and kissing Neuvillette softly, dragging your hand up his chest, grinning against his lips when you felt him squirm as you fully sheathed yourself within him.

You pulled away, gently squeezing Neuvillette’s stomach, admiring the small lump that formed on his stomach. Neuvillette glanced down at it then threw his head back, letting out a pitiful sigh once his head hit the plush of his pillows.

You hummed as you looked outside and saw the dark clouds dissipate, glancing over and seeing the tears on Neuvillette’s face drying. You leaned down and kisses Neuvillette, mumbling against his lips, “I’m gonna start moving, dove. Alright?” Neuvillette nodded, letting out a groan when he felt you begin to thrust in and out of him.

His hands flew to your neck, nails digging crescent moon marks into your flesh as he felt your fat dick drag along his walls. “W-wait! It hurts— AhhHHh—“ You sunk your teeth into Neuvillette’s neck, giving him something to distract from the pain of you stretching him out. He let out the sweetest whimpers as your dick rubbed against his prostate, tears beginning to prickle in his eyes again.

You loved when your dove cried, and you especially loved how rain would always follow when he shed tears. You moved up to kiss Neuvillette’s cheeks, gently rubbing his cheeks to wipe his tears. “Y-your- hahHHhhh—“ Neuvillette hiccuped when he felt you begin to thrust faster, hands trembling against your neck. “Yo—u’re s’ bigg- Mhmm-“ Neuvillette drew his words out, speech slurred and sentences just barely coherent.

You chuckled against Neuvillette, feeling him clench tightly around you, tears spilling down his cheeks. “I know you can take me, dove.” You gently ran a hand through Neuvillette’s hair, “You’ve done it before.” Neuvillette let out a shaky breath at your words, thighs trembling around you as he pushed his hips against you. You loved how quickly he fell apart beneath you, crying and hiccuping the moment you began touching him.

The only sound within Neuvillette’s room was his moans and sobbing paired with harsh rain thudding against the window. You dragged your hands down Neuvillette’s body, softly cooing at him as he cried and cried. “Pleashh- You’re too b-ig! ‘s too muchh!“ Neuvillette cried as he tugged on your hair, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as you pounded into him. You didn’t say anything just kissing his face, mumbling soft praises and affirmations as you were balls deep within Neuvillette.

No matter how many times Neuvillette took your dick he could never get used to it, you were so impossibly large and stretched him out so much, he couldn’t help but cry! But he loved how close you were, if he went too long without you beside him he’d cry even harder. You both knew he was an emotional man.

Through gritted teeth Neuvillette tried so suppress his whines when he felt you release in him, reaching his orgasm shortly after. His body shook as you massaged his hips, allowing him to grind against you and ride out his high. “I told you you could take it.” You grinned at Neuvillette, the man just sighing and pressing his hands to his face.

You clicked your tongue as you glanced outside once again, “The rain stopped.” Neuillvette looked outside as well, taking his shaky hands from your neck to wipe his tears, breathing returning to normal and body ceasing it’s trembling. “We should clean up.” Your tone was flat as you turned to Neuvillette, seeing an adorable pout form on his face. You attempted to pull out, but Neuillvette wrapped his legs tightly around you, straining to sit up and wrap his arms around your neck once again.

“Please don’t pull out.”

You sighed as you stared at Neuvillette, having to fight the smile tugging at your lips as he clung to you and pressed his face into your neck. “Alright.” You shrugged and hooked Neuvillette’s legs over your hands, lifting him and carrying him out of his room and down the hall to a bathroom. Thankfully no one was inside of his home at the moment other than the two of you.

You carefully set Neuvillette into the bathtub and began to run the water, hand under it to test the temperature. “This fine?” Neuvillette escaped his daze from your words and stared at you with a cloudy gaze before slowly nodding, swirling the water with his hand. You tilted your head, watching as Neuvillette looked so sad in the water, then you heard the rain.

You hummed, leaning on the edge of the tub and running a hand through Neuvillette’s hair. “What’s wrong, dove?” Neuvillette looked up at you, pointed ears twitching as he thought, straining to form coherent sentences in his tired mind. “I asked you to not pull out.”

You stared at Neuvillette for a moment before bursting into laughter, the man flushing bright red at the sight. You wiped tears from your eyes as you regained your composure, smiling softly at Neuvillette, “So that’s what it is?” You made a ‘tsk’ sound before getting up and stepping into the bath, turning Neuvillette so he was facing you, legs now straddling your lap. “You’re so needy, y’know that?” Neuvillette just huffed as he clambered into your lap and lined himself up with your dick. Thankfully he was still stretched out from earlier, so there wasn’t much pain, just a small hiss from Neuvillette as your tip pushed past his hole.

You hummed as Neuvillette situated himself on your lap, Neuvillette letting out a satisfied sigh when he got your full length inside of himself. “You complain I’m too big, but get upset when I’m not in you?” You grinned at Neuillvette, the man rolling his eyes at your teasing tone. He pressed his face into your neck, humming when your hands found a home within his hair.

“Let’s clean you up now, yeah?”

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buckyalpine · 5 months

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Slightly drunken ramblings. But imagine Bucky sneakily dragging you away to the bathroom in the middle of a party because that pretty little sparkly pink dress is driving him fucking crazy. He's dressed in all black from head to toe and you look like the most delicate sweet thing beside him, his pretty princess. On top of that, your doe eyes keep flicking over to him while you innocently sip on your wine glass and he knows there's nothing but filth behind those eyes.

"Bambi..." He practically growls, pushing you against the counter tops after locking the door shut, slotting himself between your legs.

"Jamie" you shyly giggle, wrapping your legs around his waist, gasping at his erection pressing against your core, his hands going to your waist to grind himself on you. "What are you-

"You're here lookin' like sin and you expect me to keep my hands to myself" He scoffs, the clink of his belt buckle hitting the floor making your stomach flip. "Look what you do to me baby"

He purrs by your ear, taking your hand and wrapping it around his throbbing cock, moving it to stroke his thick length up and down.

"This is your fault Bambi, coming out here, looking a me like that"

"Like what Jamie" You let out a needy whine, spreading your thighs apart to show him where you need him most, feigning innocence.

"Acting like you're not a little cockslut for me baby, batting those pretty eyes as if you're not thinking about my fat cock stretching you" He groans when he swipes his fingers through your folds, feeling your lack of panties, "Dirty girl, not even wearing panties, you wanted this, didn't you baby"

"Please daddy" you beg this time and he doesn't waste a second shoving his cock in with zero prep. You choke out a scream as he grabs your hips to hold you in place while he starts to fuck you hard and fast, your heels digging against his ass.

"That's it, take my cock baby, take daddy's big cock" He groans feeling you clench around him, your sobs of pleasure echoing and bouncing off the walls. "Pretty little slut for daddy, s'perfect, gonna make me cum so hard baby"

He grits his teeth, biting into your soft skin leaving marks along your neck and shoulders so everyone knows who you belong to. He moves one hand to pull the front of your dress down freeing your breasts so he could latch onto your nipples, tugging them between his teeth before laving at them with his tongue.

"Fuck princess, you're gonna make daddy cum" He tries hard to control it but when he's with you his voice always slips into a whine. He wants to hold it, he loves the way your tight cunt makes a creamy mess all over him, he could stare at the sight of his cock stretching your pussy all day. "Cum for me Bambi, m'gonna cum, fuck-

"D-Daddy!" You cry out, his pubic bone grinding and rubbing against your clit making your pussy throb, the head of his cock steadily dripping.

"Fuck yes, such a good girl, my good girl, dirty little girl just for me, take my cum pretty baby, take it, oh God, so much-mph, look at me when I fill you up baby" He grabs your jaw, squeezed your cheeks together, nipping at your adorable pout while he fills you up with the most dirty, sinful moan, hot ropes of cum seeping out of your folds, wetting your thighs. He kisses you deeply and possessively, licking away at the dark marks that cover your neck and breasts, proud of his work. "My pretty little princes"

Meanwhile...

"Has anyone seen y/n"

"Notice you don't see Barnes anywhere either"

"Did you see what she was wearing and how he was looking at her"

"..."

"He's fucking her somewhere, isn't he"

"Yup"

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chiliyue-archived · 1 year

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Does he fuck or make love ?

Includes; Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo, Kunikida, Atsushi, Nikolai, Fyodor

Tags; SMUT/NSFW, fem!reader. rough sex, biting, teasing, overstimulation, nicknames(Belladonna; Doll), pure filth

Fucks

How can he resist when you're his cute little Belladonna? To DAZAI, your whines are like blissful bells to his ears, each moan causing his cock to twitch just the slightest bit in your mushy walls. Each time you look away from him, his nimble fingers go to the bring your face back towards his, chin grasped firmly with his fingers- and when he isn't busy keeping your attention, the pad of his thumb is making work at your core coaxing more whimprs fall from your mouth. Hickeys and blemishes of purple dots litter around your shoulders and inner thighs, his pace was relentless but you just felt so good. Even as tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes, Dazai pays little mind, he may even tease you for it- he came to recognize all your repsonses, he'll quickly become aware if anything was truly causing you discomfort. Afterall, his cock feels so warm and welcoming in your cunt, it was a wonderful opportunity to fuck you up.

" My my~ my sweet Belladonna, barely started and you're sobbing. Worry not, my darling- I'll make you feel good, just keep those pretty eyes on me alright~"

He's a little jerk that loves to see the sheer desperation in your face as you work yourself off his dick. RANPO is quite lazy and a tease at that, he'll make you work for it, laying down, hands behind his head(that or fumbling with your chest) all while your muscles strain to keep bouncing on his hard cock. He quite addicted to the sight befor him; your fucked out expression, lips glistened with drool all by your own doing. He makes you beg for it, telling him what it is you desire. Tongue clicking that you were 'simply giving up now?'But soon enough, his hands plant on your waist and he proceeds to thrust into you without any remorse. His smirk only grows at the mewls you make as his dick hits every right spot. And he adores how you prettily arch your back off the bed, arms reaching out to him for support. Even as you reach your release, his pace doesn't falter, the filthy sounds continuing to echo in the room. His mouth only adds to your torment, spewing out teases that turn your face a crimson red. Any attempts at shielding your burning cheeks is met with a gentle slap against your thigh.

" Don't coward now, Y/N~ not when your were just begging me to take over~ I must say you look adorable like this."

FYODOR loves to see you beg for his cock. He'll over stimulate you with his fingers, tongue, kneading your skin with greedy hands and he'll do this for hours. He pays little mind to your whimpers or how you feebly grabbed onto his shoulder for support. 'Tell what is it is you truly want, my dear.' He would say, lips lazily burshing agaisnt your cheek and fingers curling within your heat. At that point all you could do was babble his name incoherently, chest heaving as shivers ran down your spine at the immense pleasure. Fyodor would tut, you became so dumb with just his fingers alone, tears pricking your irises and thighs clenching together begging for more. Soon enough he'll have your legs wide open, bottoming out with just one thrust. That was in itself was enough to make you see stars, but Fyodor's hips were already setting a brutal pace slapping into you again and again and again. A smirk grew on his face as tears started to prick the corners of your eyes; seeing your fucked out expression becomes a sight that engraves itself in his brain forever, impaled and marked by him and him alone.

" You take me so well, darling. Now don't start crying, you were asking me to fuck you like this just a couple minutes ago. Now be a good little dear and take what I give you."

Makes Love

KUNIKIDA doesn't like saying he fucked you- no, the term is too vulgar and not a proper representation of the feelings he has towards you. Yes, he can rather rough- especially when you're brat- but in many instances, he's very attentive and places your own pleasure before his own. Even now that he has you all spread out against the mattress, his length deep within your most sensitive spots, his always being aware of your comfort. He's aware of his own strength, his cock can easily spear you in half and make tears run down your face, but unless provoked otherwise or requested by you, he keeps himself in check. He has a pace that makes you both feel good, his lips brushing your cheek whilst you mewl beneath him. Sweet nothings and praises drips from his voice at every chance he gets, making sure you know well just how good you make him feel; a low groan would escape him whenever you clench around him, fingers taking you vacant hand or drawing shapes at your cilt. His pace gradually speeds up, adoring the way you lock your legs around his waist. He wants to make he fulfill all your desires, afterall he feels good if you do as well.

"A-ah- you take me so well, my love. Such a good girl, taking me so well. Just a little more, okay? Just like that."

ATSUSHI finds every part of your body to mesmerizing; he always so gentle and careful when kneading at you skin, asking if 'this was okay?' Or 'do you feel good?' He reciprocated your red blush, setting a gentle pace enjoyable to the both of you. Small love bites littered your shoulders, areas in which you can easily cover up, only for his eyes to view alone; he would press chaste kisses to those marks his way of apologizing for being too rough. Soft moans and mumbles of praise would escape him whenever you carded your fingers through his hair. His eyes would pinch shut as gave his length kitten licks, his words of encouragementmeeting no ends. In intimate moments such as these, he finds himself subconsciously grabbing your hand, gently squeezing it as you both approach your high. Atushi gently wipes away your tears as he thrusts into you a bit harder, his thighs trembling with how deep he went. As he approaches his climax, the only coherent words were his expressions of 'I love you.'

" So good, you feel so- good. Ah- y/n, I- Love so much, I can't p-properly express it-! Please cum with me, please-"

Both?! Both !

He tries to be gentle(unless you otherwise wish for him to be rough) and make you feel so good and loved, but the moment you clench around his cock, CHŪYA loses all control. Your legs were wide, bascially folded in half beneath him. His thrust only speeds up, defined arms holding onto your hips- bruises were sure to form with his grip. But the moment tears prick the corners of you eyes, Chūya would pause. As much he was close to his own sweet release the last thing he wishes was for you to be in genuine pain. A chuckle would escape him as you mumble how good he made you feel, your words causing his dick to twitch, only adding to your pleasure with a whine. His hips resumed to rut against you, his lips connecting with many parts of your body; collarbone, chest, wrist. All before finally connecting with your lips, muffling your cries as you reach your climax. He may be rearranging your insides as his tip kisses your cervix and rubs on all the best spots, but that's how he shows he loves you.

" You must be addicted to my dick given the look on your face. If you keep squriming amd making those sounds, I won't be able to hold myself back. But thats maybe what you want, isn't that right Doll?"

It's quite difficult to read NIKOLAI'S expression, especially in heat of the moment when pleasure rocks through your entire body with each precise movement of his hips. Your face is buried within the pillows, your euphony of sounds muffled as his long fingers wrap around the curve of your neck. He applied menial pressure but it was enough to send jolts of pleasure and fear down your shine. How long have you been in this position? You've lost count. Perhaps it was cruel of Nikolai to make you continue like this, panting and grabbing the headboard for support; but the sweet moans and hiccups you echoed back at him- the way your tongue rolled his name when he thrusted into the right spot- it was addicting and he shamelessly succumbed to the pleasure. He would chuckle at the whimpers you make as his thrust grow harder, the sounds of your filthy actions echoing in the room. Purple and red crescent moons formed along the sides of your thighs where his fingertips gripped onto tightly. Along with forming blemishes came the display of bites along back of your neck. He would bite down hard and without worse, his cock twitching at your whines of pleasure and pain. But not matter, he will gladly lick away your tears while his words say the most meanest of things with a dabble of praise in between. But with how clench around his cock, he knows youre adoring it just as much. He could be unpredictable, but he knew how to make you so weak.

" My pretty darling, is the pleasure too much for you, hm~? But I must admit, you feel wonderful, clenching me around like that~ I feel as though I can do this all night. What do you say, care to test the limits~? "

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rafeysbafey · 11 months

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✮ WE THOUGHT GHOSTFACE GOT TO YOU —ETHAN LANDRY

SUMMARY. you don’t realize how loud you were with ethan until you see the group.

WARNINGS. MDNI, smut under cut, fem!reader, dom!ethan, degrading, language, fluff, mentions of gf

WORD COUNT. 0.3k

ethan was pounding into you at a relentless pace, his hands gripping your hips painfully as his nails dug into the soft skin.

your head was thrown back against the pillow as you cried out in pleasure, his cock hitting a certain spot just right causing strings of moans to escape your lips.

“you like that, slut?” he spat, one hand leaving your waist to grab your chin and force you to look at him.

your pupils were blown and tears stained your cheeks as you stared up at him.

“you like being my little fuck toy?”

you could only nod, your mind foggy and throat scratchy from all the screaming you had done.

he didn’t seem satisfied with your answer, his thrusts stilling for a second so he could loop his hands under your legs and yank you closer to him.

his cock practically penetrated your insides, ethan bringing you impossibly closer as his tip forced its way into your cervix.

“say it,” he growled, not daring to move as you wiggled against him, desperate for some type of friction.

“p-please,” you sobbed, grabbing his hands that held your legs as you scratched at them, needing him to move.

“i’m y-your little f-fuck toy.”

a dark grin took over the boys features as he hummed in approval, eyes falling to your cunt that was practically squeezing the life out of him.

he started to rock his hips into you slowly, a satisfied moan leaving your lips as your walls clung onto him tightly.

before you could process what was happening next, he dragged his cock almost completely out of you before slamming back in, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

“gonna make you cum so hard,” he panted, leaning down to burry his face into your neck and bite gently at the skin, “you wont be able to walk for days.”

your stomach formed into the all-too-familiar knot as your walls tighten around his cock, feeling every vein and detail that decorated it.

“cum.” was the last thing you heard before your vision went dark and your body shook, toes curling against the sheets as ethan released inside of you.

you don’t know how long you were out for, but when you woke up, ethan was dressed and cleaning you up.

your legs were parted as he ran a wet wash cloth over your pussy, causing you to jolt and let out a whimper.

“n-no more,” you whispered, ethan’s dark eyes softening as he was quick to assure you.

“just cleaning you up, darling.”

you let him finish before watching him grab a pair of clean boxers and a t shirt, both belonging to him.

he came over and helped you put the boxers on, your hips raising to help him slide them on easier before he did the same with the shirt.

you let out a sigh of approval at the smell of him that lingered on the shirt, feeling immediate comfort.

“i think the others will be here any second,” he said, running a hand over your face and through your hair as you leaned into his touch.

you allowed him to help you up, your legs immediately shaking and an uncomfortable pain running down them as you whimpered softly.

“did i go too hard?” he asked, no trace of teasing in his voice as he looked at you concerned.

this was the ethan you fell in love with, the nerdy—sweet boy that you sat next to in econ in the beginning of the year.

you quickly shook your head, offering him a small smile as you assured him.

“all good,” you smiled, letting him wrap an arm around your waist and walk you out of his room.

your eyes practically fell out of your head when they landed on the group—chad, sam, tara, and quinn all scattered around the living room.

“don’t tell me-” you mumbled, cut off by tara who couldn’t help but laugh as she spoke.

“yep.”

your face flushed red as you buried it in ethan’s chest, too embarrassed to face the group at knowing they had heard you two.

although you couldn’t see, you knew ethan was wearing a shit eating grin—no embarrassment found on his features.

“trust me, it wasn’t all sunshine and butterflies for us either,” chad mumbled, the group laughing before he joked—

“we thought ghostface had got to you.”

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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iwa iwa iwa iwa! :(((

iwa who teaches you to touch yourself :(

iwa who’s there to coax you through it, telling you how hard your cute little clit is for him as you sit help on his lap, forced to look at your nude form sat atop him, trembling cunt stuffed with two of your own fingers :(

“god, baby.” he coos. “you’re so turned on. so ready to cum.”

he whispers it against your neck, sucking on the soft skin with a proud, teasing smile.

he can feel you dripping on his fingers but he won't put them in yet. oh no, no, no - not when he has this perfect opportunity to watch his baby make herself cum for the first time.

iwaizumi whose steely eyes soften at your desperate, mewling attempts - hastily pumping your fingers into your own dripping entrance, tearfully trying to make yourself cum.

“such a pretty pussy. and all mine.” he plants a kiss at the shell of your ear. “she’s mine, right cutie? that’s how i know what she needs. ‘m gonna teach you what she needs okay, angel?”

your mouth falls open, lips swollen from how much he’s kissed you - a distressed whine falling from you lips.

“can’t - haji. m’ fingers aren’t like yours!” you sob weakly, pussy walls squeezing pathetically around the thin digits inside you.

he chuckles a bit - you are right in a way.

his thick fingers, calloused but so, so experienced with massaging and feeling every inch of your body - they could make you come undone in seconds.

he’d be lying if he said it didn’t appeal to him; head swimming with the image of you as a sobbing, gushing little mess that can’t stop creaming nice and hard onto his hand.

but he wants to see you draw yourself to that euphoria.

“you can. baby you’re so beautiful on your little fingers. go on, add another. my perfect girl.”

“haji’ i can’t! ‘s embarrassing!!”

iwaizumi who ignores your plea, unfurling your small hand with his own sturdy one and making you rock your grinding hips onto a third, trembling finger. who thumbs your tears away before his hands return down your body to your hips.

“shh. nothing to be embarrassed about.” he gives a low, handsome chuckle - the type you can feel through his chest and his thumbs massage your hip bones. “don’t f’rget to thumb that clit, baby - she needs attention too.”

iwaizumi who kisses your cheek while all your pretty head can think of is how good his lips would feel attending to the wet, hard little bud rather than the sloppy, inexperienced circles of your now wet thumb.

“h-haji!” you sob, hips grinding into filthy little rolls trying to create some kind of friction on iwaizumi’s sturdy lap. but his hands keep you locked in place in front of the mirror.

“iwaaaaa - s’ not fair!” you sniffle, voice breaking pathetically at your attempts to thrust your fingertips onto that innermost gooey spot. you kick your legs like a petulant child but that only makes him tighten his hold on you, his heavy body restraining you. your lips let out a whine, only able to move your wrist and hand, back and forth into your precious folds.

“don’t do that, baby. stay still and look at yourself, angel. that tender little cunt - my baby’s gonna make it cream.”

“can’t like this - iwa, i can’t, I can’t—! i just need you to touch it , please-!” you wail. the stimulation in your pussy is teetering on too much and too little and it’s drivingyouinsane.

iwaizumi who sighs followed by a little chuckle.

“okay baby. if you’re that lost… let me give you a little help.”

you sob, expecting your boyfriend’s fingers to slip inside you and relieve your fruitless efforts when instead one hand wraps around your wrist, the other pulling back you thigh to widen you more -

oh, fuck

iwaizumi who plunges your own fingers deeper and deeper and then back out; fuckfuck-no ‘s toomuch, ‘s toomuch!

the knot in your stomach tightens when he pushes your fingers into something that makes you cry out. something too wet and deep and warm and he just keeps hitting it. he won’t slow down - whywon’theslowdown?!

“rub that little clit and keep hitting that spot nice and fast. that’s it. so good for me, baby, you’re almost there.”

iwaizumi who looks with proud eyes as you gasp and spread your digits inside your own tight walls.

you both sit watching the reflection of you pussy in the mirror as it flutters around your fingers. you melt against him, unable to stop moving your fingers - he just won’t let you! :(((

“haji,,, haji - wait! wait - lemme stop!”

“it’s okay. it’s okay, you’re so close. just a little more…”

“no! no you don’t ‘nderstand - you don’ - it feels funny, iwa - iWA!” every fiber in your body wants to slow your fingers and squirm away but his hands is on yours again forcing your wrist in n’ out and you languish, the most wanton moans blending in with the schlick, schlick, schlick of your sloshy pussy.

“supposed to feel funny. Just let me help… you’re doing amazing, keep your hand like that - good g’rl…”

iwaizumi who growls and lets your other hand pat and pinch and roll your ‘hungry little clit.’ you squeeze your eyes shut.

“no, no baby. look’t me. look’t the mirror. your pretty pussy, she’s so ready to cream. don’t you want to see her do it for the first time by yourself. fuck, your legs are shaking.”

you open your eyes but the sight of the mirror is still blurred by tears as you sniffle out another desperate plea.

“ ‘jime! haji - haji- n’t gonna cum! n’t gonna cum! I’m not -!”

“yes you are sweetie. can smell how close you are. i know this pussy - you’re gonna make yourself get there I promise.”

“no, no!” you babble, desperate to move - “no Haji - ‘s not cum - ‘m gonna pee! feels like it - lemme stop i can’t hold it!”

iwaizumi who chuckles, knowing you’ll ruin yourself if you stop and he won’t let you - your fingers piston in onto that gushing bundle of nerves and he rubs your the lower part of your stomach.

“n-no, iwa, iwa - !”

“deep breath baby. enjoy it for me. you’re doing so good - make yourself let it out for me.”

and then you reach it - your whole body trembling while you thrash against him

iwaizumi who smiles, praises dropping from his mouth about how fucking pretty you look cumming for him - splattering translucent fluid all over the mirror and onto his pants with the most wrecked, tear-filled cry of “ha… ha-hajimeeeee!”

iwaizumi who loves the way you whimper when you come down, utterly overwhelmed and needy on his lap as his muscular form praises you with a smirk.

“did such a good job, baby. congratulations.”

(for @sookisaurus and @sems-diarie)

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konigsblog · 2 months

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what- what if it was step-dad könig and his step daughter in her 20’s coming home wearing a skimpy dress and drunk and crying over a useless college boy :3

stepfather-könig taking ‘care’ of his sweet stepdaughter (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

TW: STEPCEST, INTOXICATION (NON-CON/DUB-CON), AGE GAP/DIFFERENCE (20s-50s). DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

MDNI 18+

your stepfather claims that he's simply taking care of you, but through your drunken state, you don't realise how he's taking advantage of you. too vulnerable and needy for love, that you'll accept anything — even to be fucked by your stepfather...

stepfather-könig can't understand the importance behind this silly, useless collage boy. he doesn't understand how you're so worked up over this boy, your cheeks wet and glossy from the burning tears rolling down your sensitive cheeks.

your stepfather can hear the sounds of your audible, and pained sobs, crying into your pillow ‘til the fabric turns wet, your skimpy dress rolling up, stinking of alcohol and nicotine. he's almost pissed off that you're this upset — and tries to convince you that you deserve someone older, more mature, with experience and knows how to take care of you.

it's depraved and disgusting for him to use this opportunity as a way to get into your panties, but he takes any opportunity available to re-enact on his deepest and darkest fantasies, grinding his clothed cock against your tight, covered cunt to get your attention, telling he'd make it up to you...

you're his stepdaughter, and he's fully aware what he's doing is immoral and frowned upon. he shouldn't be this desperate to get into your panties, but he just wants the best for you, liebling... :(

he begins to peel off your lace panties, pulling them down your figure whilst you begin to roll your skimpy dress up, clearly not thinking straight.

könig admires the sight of your tight and pretty pussy, still to be ruined by a disgusting, horrible man like him. he rubs his thick, slick tip against your sensitive, needy clit in soothing circles whilst you gaze down between your thighs, watching as he begins to wrap his bulky, strong arms around your soft thighs, pushing his face between your legs, his tongue pressed against your wet cunny.

you weep and mewl pathetically, grinding against your stepfather's face like a perverted, little thing. you rock your hips back and forth, rolling them as he flicks his tongue against your sensitive nub, stuffing your mouth with your damp panties to stifle your pleasured moans and needy squeals. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he buries his tongue inside your sopping wet pussy, preparing you for his girthy and lengthy cock, to fuck you mercilessly whilst telling you to relax...

you're petrified of waking your mother, mortified as the realisation hits you — but you're too focused on the pleasure and stimulation against your clit, feeling as he pushes into your drooling cunt slowly, his thrusts sloppy and messy as he fucks himself into your tight hole. he's your stepfather, it's wrong for him to look at you like this, to betray your mother's trust due to his own depravity and selfishness, but the sight of you on your back, your cunt all spread out — it's a heavenly sight, something he'd dreamed of.

all könig can focus on is the tightness of your walls around his shaft, pulsating and tightening with each harsh and painful thrust, cooing at you for getting all upset over a stupid, frat boy.

“you needn't cry, sonnenschein ...-- look at you, it’s as if you were made for my big cock, ja? doin’ me proud.” your whimpers only get louder as you're fucked stupid, coming out muffled as you drool around the panties stuffed into your mouth, unable to concentrate on anything but the impact of his heavy balls against your tight rear, before he releases his milky, pearly load deep inside your throbbing cunny, trembling as you squirt against his muscular abdomen.

gazing at his bare abdomen, his black t-shirt slightly rolled up, you coat him in a glimmer of your arousal. the sensation burning through you and pooling at your wet heat as you heave and pant, gasping as he removes the panties from your mouth, stuffing them into his pockets as he slaps his hung length against your slit, rubbing your clit as you tense up and arch your back, looking a little too desperate.

such pathetic, little thing — with your thighs spread open and your cunt forced to take every inch of your perverted stepfather's cock.

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dark-and-kawaii · 2 months

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You can pick who but I'm begging for more smut from you. Zevlor Rolan Haarlep Raphael whoever I just need it. Call me thirsty I don't care.

Shameless Smut

Haarlep x f!Tav/Reader - Zevlor x f!Tav/Reader - Raphael xf!Tav/Reader - Rolan x f!Tav/Reader - Dammon x f!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I- I picked everyone and added Dammon because i'm horny and unhinged like that... AND BE THIRSTY WE LOVE A THIRSTY HOOMAN!!!

Enjoy xoxo

Haarlep

“What would the city think, their precious little hero-“ Haarlep thrusted the rest of their cock inside you, “filled with an incubus’s seed.” They continue to ravish your cunt, stretching and filling you so well, you could only pant as you clenched the sheets.

“How would they react-“ Haarlep bent down, their teeth grazing against the back of your neck, their hand caressing your still flat tummy, “seeing their savior swollen with a demon’s child~” The incubus bit down gently, but enough to mark you, a dark red hickey blooming where their lips met your skin. You groaned, tightening up on their cock, the thought of bearing an incubus’s child, bearing a demon child, was strangely arousing.

Haarlep growled at the feeling of you squeezing down on them, and continued pounding into you, their hand tangling in your hair to press your face against the mattress, your ass high in the air. You let out a muffled moan as Haarlep ravished you, the head of their cock hitting that spongy spot inside you every time, and their tail rubbing your clit with a speed and skill that rivaled your own hand. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten and coil, your moans turning into desperate mewls.

“s’too- too much! I-I can’t- AH~!!”

Haarlep’s hand wraps around your throat as they slam into your sopping pussy, the bed creaking, “So pretty with my hand around your delicate little neck-“ headboard slamming into the wall and you just have to hang onto the sheets like your life depends on it.

"Do I scare you?" The incubus purred, letting the hand squishing your neck tighten around it, "Do I terrify you? You know what I am and what I can do." Their voice was low and their breathing harsh.

Haarlep’s breathing picked back up when you nodded- their hip knocking against you painfully when your hand came up and sealed around their wrist, pressing down. Wanting them to do it, to press harder, to push you around more and more, shamed in how good the feel of their hand squeezing your throat made you feel."Y-Yes! Y-you- nngh- a-ah~!” you gasped, "B-but you- f’m-make me f-feel- n-nngh- s’good- AH~!"

You were a mess beneath them, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat, the feeling of them filling you up making you see stars, “gu-gunna fill m-me~” you babbled, eyes rolling back. Haarlep chuckled darkly, their thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Pump you full- fill your womb with my seed- fill you till you're leaking-" Haarlep grinned against your flesh, "-until the hero’s stomach swells with my child- I'll make you a mother, a breeder for my little demons." They mutter, the tip of their tail flicking your clit just right, your thighs trembling and your vision whiting out.

"F-Fuck! Haarlep~!!" Your orgasm slammed into you, making you scream.

“Good! Cum- cum with me, little mortal-!"

"S'gonna- I-I-!! G-Gods, please!~" You sobbed your body going numb. Haarlep always teeters on losing themself at this part, always brought back though to reality by your nails digging into their wrist, and how sweetly you whimper their name.

"H-Haarlep~” you sob, wanting, needing their cum, "I-I want- I w-wanna b-be a m-mother, w-want you t-to f-fill me- g-give me a c-child~" You were crying now, the way your walls just clamp down around them, pulsing and gushing.

"I'll take such good care of you~" they coo, kissing your tears away as they paint your insides white. Their seed warm and thick, Haarlep pressed themself deeper inside you to push their cum even further. Their tip rubbing against your cervix, the incubus wanting to be sure their sperm finds a home in your womb.

Their goal to make sure the shape of their cock is imprinted into your gummy walls, wanting to ruin you for anyone else.

Rolan

Rolan grabbed your arms, his face deepening in color as soon as his back hits the scroll shelf. He looked down at you, his lips parted in a slight snarl, his nostrils flaring, "Th-Thish is highly inappropriate-." He tries to protest, but you push forward, your lips meeting his. He stiffens for a moment before he relaxes- almost. Pushing you off of him, Rolan glares at you, his lips firm. "You're insufferable-." He groans, “You need to leave before Lorroakan retur-“.

You stare at the cut on his eyebrow, your eyes trailing to find the bruise on his cheek. The marks his mentor left behind… Your eyes darkened, and you press up against him, your chest rubbing against his.

"I'm not leaving until I know you're alright." You hiss, your eyes softening when you find his stare, your lips pursed, “besides~” You tiptoe your fingers up his chest, tracing over his heart, before finding his neck, then his chin. You lean in, gently pulling him forward. His breath hitching. "I want him to catch us~” You glide your nail against his throat, causing Rolan to swallow thickly, his adam's apple bobbing as his eyes flutter close and he sighs.

"You are… insufferable," he says, his voice a mere whisper. Your lips curl into a smirk as you pull him in for a kiss, pressing your body closer.

“Want him~” you trace his bottom lip with your tongue, nipping him gently, "to catch me~" you whisper, his breath deepening, before his hands find their way around your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt, “to watch me take you~".

Rolan inhales sharply, his lips parting just enough for your tongue to slip through, the heat of his mouth causing your eyes to flutter closed. He groans, his hand cupping the back of your neck, his tongue brushing against yours. You pull back, a string of saliva connecting the both of you. His mouth following yours before you push him back again, “I want Lorroakan to hear my sweet Rolan’s moans~"

You tug up on his robe, "Want him to hear me cry your name~.” You bite your lip, “To watch you fill my dripping pussy with your delicious cum~" You glance up at Rolan, whose face is completely flushed, his lips parted, and eyes dark, “Wanna bruise his ego~”

"You are going to be the death of me," He spins the two of you, your back to the shelf now. His hips roll forward and you can feel the evidence of his arousal.

"I'll be your death." you whisper, pressing up against him.

Rolan groans, his lips ghosting against your neck, "And what a way to go," he mumbles, his breath hot. He kisses along your neck, his teeth grazing over your pulse. He reaches his hand out, and grabs the shelf above you, knocking a scroll onto the ground, "Lorroakan is going to find us." He warns, “ The man knows everything that happens in this tower."

You moan as he bites your neck, his fingers digging into your skin before pushing you down to the ground. Rolan’s hand forcefully flips your dress up, bunching it at your hips, his other hand reaching to rub the wet spot of your panties, "So wet already."

He pulls down your undergarments, his hand slipping between your slick folds, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in slow circles, his middle finger sliding into you, his index finger teasing the edge of your ass, "Such a degenerate," he purrs, his tail flicking behind him.

You moan, rocking your hips, feeling his fingers slide in and out, “Rolan~," you mewl, spreading your legs, your chest pressed into the wooden floor.

"Look at you, getting so wet, so loud." His fingers move faster, the lewd, wet noises filling the tower. You moan, reaching a hand back, grasping his arm. Rolan grunts, "Do you want Lorroakan to find us? Hear me make you a sloppy mess?" He growls, adding another finger, "Do you want him to see how good you're taking my fingers? Hear the noises you make?"

You nod, "Yes!" you mewl, "P-please~, rut into me, Rolan~."

He scoffs, his fingers leaving you, the wetness trickling down your thighs. You feel his cock slide between your slick folds, a low groan leaving his throat, "Such a needy thing," he mumbles, his lips trailing soft kisses along your back, "My needy thing." he growls, his hands wrapping around your waist, his tail coiling around your leg.

He pushes in, a small groan leaving his throat, his hips flush against your ass, his head pressed into your back, "So tight," he groans, his nails digging into your sides, "My beautiful girl."

He starts to move, pulling out until only the tip is left, and then roughly thrusting in. You gasp, pushing back against him, feeling his hips slap against your ass, "R-Rolan~" you moan, clawing the wood beneath you, "M-More~" you whine.

Rolan moves his hands to your breasts, groping and pinching throat the thin fabric of your dress, his thumbs rolling over your nipples, "How lewd of you, getting turned on by the thought of being caught." He teases while he rocks his hips, his tail tightening around your leg. He grunts, his thrusts growing erratic, his nails digging into the tender flesh of your breasts.

Rolan is too focused on you, his rough snaps causing scrolls to fall from the shelf beside you, but as you tilt your head you notice a pair of eyes staring at you, their cock in their hand.

You lock eyes with Lorroakan, who watches silently. The sight of him causes a chill to run up your spine, your back arching as Rolan pulls you up giving Looroakan a perfect view of his cock thrusting into you, your juices coating his cock making a mess on the floor. Rolan doesn't stop, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your breasts, his head buried in the crook of your neck. "Cum for me," He whispers in your ear, his hot breath fanning against your neck, his pace unrelenting, his cock hitting all the right places.

"M' s'so close~," You whine, your eyes never leaving Lorroakan’s, "C-Cumming~" you mewl, closing your eyes. Your body tenses, and the knot in your stomach snaps, your legs twitching as Rolan keeps thrusting, your walls clenching around his cock. Rolan's hips stutter, his thrusts growing sloppy, and a low groan leaves his throat, "D-Damn," he grunts, his cum spilling out, the warmth causing a shudder to run through your body.

You hear Lorroakan groan, his own cum covering his hands. His eyes meet yours, and you bite your lip, your hand reaching behind your to pull Rolan's face to yours. "Kiss me~," and he obliges, his hand slipping between your legs, rubbing your overstimulated clit, "Again?" He chuckles, "Such a dirty girl."

You would keep at it until Lorroakan had to come pull you off Rolan…

Raphael

"Sweet little mouse." Raphael whispers, taking in how fucked out you are beneath him, wheezing out how good he feels.

"Do you like being pinned down like this, hm?" it's an almost teasing lilt. You think he’s laughing at your stupefied state, but in reality he’s marveling, basking in how good you are to him, greedily accepting his cock.

You nod your head, whimpering. The motion is a pathetic, weak jerk. A few strands of hair fall across your forehead. He takes note of how flushed your cheeks are, how glossy your eyes look.

The sight makes him groan. You feel so good, clenching and spasming around him with each thrust, making him throb and swell.

He has you trapped, completely. Raphael has broken you to the point where all you can do is take his cock, whimpering and crying as he drives it deeper into you, stretching your insides so that they fit his shape and no one else's ever again. Eradicating the memories of those who had been with you prior.

You think to yourself, there’s nothing more delicious than being pressed, pinned down onto his bed, bred like livestock, and barely able to suck in a shaky breath of air between each rough thrust.

The feeling of his cock plunging deep inside, filling you up, stretching you, is addicting. You don't know how many times he’s made you cum, only that it doesn't seem to stop. Unable to focus on anything else besides the cock splitting you open and the pleasure wracking through your body.

"M-more~!!" you wail against the sound of your squelching cunt, feeling his thick cock tug at your walls as he leaves. It’s a frenzy entanglement- you provoke him, spur him on to drive into you faster and harder, the way you wiggle and clench down onto his thick cock, creaming so hard that with each impact you can not only hear it- you feel it splatter down in between the folds of your stretched cunt, drip down the seam of your ass.

The cambion more than willing to provide. He’ll keep you forever, a beautiful ornament for his bed, his own personal toy to fuck whenever he desires, a perfect suitor to give him children, an army of his own blood, a pretty little thing to keep by his side.

Zevlor

“Mm~ Zevlor-” warm hands made their way up your thighs. You gasped at the feeling of your underwear being pulled to the side. The cool air nipped at your hot skin.

"I- I missed you so much, Zevy.”

The tiefling let out a soft hum, "I’ve been quite busy, haven’t I?" his tail brushed against your folds, and your breath hitched.

He chuckled and pressed his thumb on your clit. He began rubbing it in circles and you mewled in delight.

"I apologize," he whispered in your ear.

His lips trailed hot kisses down your arm, his hands wondering over your entire body, pausing at your swollen belly and looking up at you.

You met his gaze with half lidded eyes and smiled, caressing his cheek. His eyes softened and a smile grew on his lips as he continued kissing lower and lower. Situating himself in between your thighs, he hooked your legs over his shoulders, as he buried his face in your pussy.

The heat of his tongue sent a shiver through your spine and a groan escaped your lips. You arched your back off the bed and grabbed his horns.

"Z-Zev~" his thick fingers held your cunt lip apart, his tongue making small circles around your clit before a finger probed at your dripping hole.

"S's~ hahhh~" Zevlor curled his fingers, feeling for the spongy spot that made you arch your back for him, careful not to scape your insides with his nails. Your hips bucked into his face but his other arm held you down and prevented you from moving, “I~ please~ please~! Zevlor! I-“ You blushed, holding your swollen belly, “N-need you~”

Zevlor pulled away from you and you whined at the loss. He looked at you and licked his lips. His horns glistened from the sweat on your hands, his lips and chin shiny from your juices.

He crawled on top of you and kissed your forehead, then your nose, then finally, his lips met yours. You sighed into the kiss, tasting yourself on him, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth, your tongues dancing. His hand finding the swoll of your stomach where his child grows…

His child.

Zevlor still can’t get over it. The thought of it turns him on and he can feel his own cheek flush with embarrassment. He constantly thinks about how he filled you up so full of his cum it had gotten you pregnant, the sounds of you begging him to impregnate you still lingering. You were so beautiful like this, so plump and soft. He’d never admit it, but if he could, he’d put another child in you this second.

“Fu~ S’so tigh-tight~~” you squirmed beneath him as he pushed into your sopping cunt. Despite bedding with him countless of times it was always such a stretch. Your toes curled and a long drawn out moan escaped your lips as your hole greedily took in his thick girth.

He let out a guttural groan as he felt your velvety walls envelop him. It had been a few days since the last time you two had sex and your insides hugged him so tightly, so nicely.

He slowly thrusted his hips, relishing in the wet heat of your cunt.

Dammon

"D-Dammon! I-I'm so sorry! I‘ll be a good girl, I swear!" Lying in the hay you struggle against the rope wrung around your wrists, but Dammon easily presses his foot over the both of your bound arms, forcing you to stay still. He kneels down beside you, his lip lower down to your ear, nose inhaling your scent as he talks down to you calmly and quietly, "Keep count.”

You take in a shaky breath before nodding in agreement, fingers balling up into tight fists as you brace yourself for impact. The first strike of his hand comes down hard, stinging the delicate flesh of your exposed bottom. A small yelp leaves your mouth and you instinctively move forward, “Ah~ O-One! Another strike and you cry out louder this time, tears welling up in your eyes, "fu’-Two!"

The next six strikes come in quickly, and by the end of it your tears and mascara paint your face, your lip tint smeared from burying your face against rough hay inside the barn… Your ass marked with his handprints, and Dammon finds himself running a fingertip over the sore flesh, smirking lightly to himself. "So desperate from my cock that you couldn't even control yourself in front of her, could you?"

"Y-Yes-!."

It was true, you always grew envious when Karlach was around, desperate to show her that Dammon belonged to you.

He pulls you up so that you're resting on your knees, your face now level with his crotch. Dammon’s calloused hand grips your jaw tight, forcing his thumb past your lips.

"Are you going to be good for me," he says darkly, and you can't help the whimper that rises when his coarse thumb and nail presses down on your tongue, saliva pooling. He takes his thumb from your mouth with a pop. His hand fishing his cock out of his slacks, "Go on, wrap those pretty lips of yours around me." and you open your mouth wide, tongue lolling out to lap at his cock.

Dammon's cock is impressive in size, thick and veiny with a bulbous head, and the sight of you kneeling before him, tied up, lips stained and eyes puffy from crying has him leaking pre cum.

Dammon's hand that had been gripping your jaw moved to grip a handful of your hair, his tail coiling around the base of your throat, choking you in a way that leaves you moaning around him.

The head of his cock hits the back of your throat, and you choke, eyes welling up with tears as you look up at Dammon who looks back down at you, smirking, "Can't have you forgetting that you’re the only one that belongs to me."

Dammon thrusts his hips forward, pushing his cock further down your throat, "This is mine." He struggles to keep his eyes open, heavy, breathy moans escaping him as you take more of his length, bobbing your head as you twist and slide your tongue around and under his cock, tracing every vein and ridge.

Each time you take him deeper and farther you ignore the tight pressure on your throat. You're his to use right now, and despite the pain, you'll be his good little throat hole. His hips twitch a little, making your eyes water and throat tighten. Your breathing is heavy, the taste of him on your tongue the only thing you can focus on. Dammon’s tail squeezes your throat, and your moans vibrate around his cock and appendage.

He groans, voice heavy and strained, "So obedient when my cock stretches your throat.”

It isn’t long until he begins fucking your mouth, pulling out and pushing back in deep, a loud groan escaping him when your nose bumps against his pelvis. The sounds of you choking and gasping for air has him lost in the moment. He can feel the way your throat bulges against his tail every time he thrusts forward.

You gag, saliva dripping down the corners of your mouth, tears and mascara running down your face. And yet you look so beautiful like this. You take everything he gives, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss as you feel your mind begin to cloud.

“Going to fill your stomach with my cum, make sure you never forget what we have, princess." His words come out in a strained growl, the pace of his thrusts growing erratic.

You whine around him and dig your nails into his thigh when he keeps fucking your face, your vision swaying and darkening. “Going t-to.” You can barely hear, trying to push him away by instinct. His hold on your neck and hair is too tight though, his hot cum shooting down your gullet and forcing you to swallow every drop.

Dammon releases you, watching you slump down on the ground while cum and drool leaks from the corners of your mouth, his tail wiping up some of the excess. He kneels down, pulling your limp form against him, holding you tightly against his chest as you take in large gulps of air.

"You are the only one for me, I promise." He swipes a stray hair from your face, “My one and only girl.”

You look up at him with a dazed expression, a smile on your lips as you rest your head on his shoulder. Dammon’s tail curling around you as he plants a soft kiss on the top of your head, a gentle purr emitting from his chest

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floatmeintothesun · 8 months

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Miguel O’Hara x f!reader

warnings: smut, slight mention of fangs, 18+, fingering, slight breeding kink

MDNI!!

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You’ve always noticed that his hands are large. Long fingers tapping away at holographic computer screens, curled loosely around a coffee mug, splayed out against his desk.

They feel bigger now that they’re buried knuckle deep inside of you.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Miguel coos, pressing innocent little kisses to your face as if he’s not currently pumping his thick fingers into your slick pussy. You squirm, hips bucking as his searing palm holds you down, forcing you to stay still.

His tongue drags across your collar bone wetly and murmured praises peppered with utter filth make your core burn. With each punishing flex of his hand, you’re absolutely sure that this man is trying to kill you.

The barest hint of fangs scraping lightly against your shoulder makes you shiver and you feel his smug smile against your skin. Sweat drips down your body, and you writhe underneath him, gasping out slurred syllables of his name.

“You’re so good for me, yeah?” He exhales roughly. “So fucking wet — look at that pretty little pussy, baby. Just begging for me to stuff you full of cum, right?” He grins viciously when he hears your choked sob, feels your walls tighten around his fingers.

“You’d like that, huh?” he emphasizes his words with a harsh thrust and you cry out — god, he’s hitting all the right spots. The stretch burns in the best way possible and he kisses away the tears that leak out of the corners of your eyes. Your sopping cunt flutters around his digits and he nearly drives himself insane imagining what it’ll feel like wrapped around his cock.

“More — Miguel, please,” you beg breathlessly, needily, and it goes straight to his aching dick. His fingers become more precise, curving just right, abusing the one spongy spot that makes you see stars. The calloused pad of his thumb rubs circles on your puffy clit, sending shockwaves into your lust-drunk mind.

“C’mon, baby. Give it to me, I know you can do it,” he murmurs, sloppily covering your lips with his, licking across your bottom lip hungrily. His hips rut mindlessly against the mattress underneath, desperate for any sort of friction. The heady mix of your scent and sex burns through his veins like wildfire, and he groans, low and deep, increasing the pace.

It builds in your lower stomach, rising and pushing you further and further until you’re practically balancing on that precarious precipice. Then Miguel hits that spot and the knot in your gut snaps.

Pleasure explodes in your system and you throw your head back with a cry of his name on broken syllables, high pitched and keening. Your breaths come in deep heaving inhales as you slowly come down from your high, covered in dark marks and sweat.

Miguel pops his fingers free with a wet sound, all slick shiny with your juices and fluids. He swirls his tongue around them with a pleased hum, dark eyes boring into yours pointedly.

You’re reminded suddenly of the heavy weight of his fat cock pressing against your thigh, smearing pearly beads of precum against your skin. Miguel kisses you, his words foggy against your lips.

“Please?”

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I’d let this man break my back tbh

#across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #spider man 2099 #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader

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lostgirlmuseum · 8 months

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Bucky vs. Book

^Bucky on his way to you fr^

Summary: Bucky rushes to your aid when he finds out you’re upset. He’s never seen you this distraught before.

Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

Words: 600 (I don’t think I have ever written something this short before wth)

Warning: It’s kinda angst?? But mostly fluff.

A/N: Sorry I haven’t been on much lately, school is keeping me busy. I wrote this pretty quickly and it’s just a short little treat while I’m in the middle of writing a mini series. Idk when I’ll finish writing it, but it prob won’t be done this month. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

“Bucky?” Sam asked.

“M’ busy.” Bucky mumbled, curling a barbell like it was a dumbbell.

“Someone just informed me they heard crying coming from your girl’s room.”

“What?” Bucky dropped the barbell on the ground with a loud thud.

“Move, out of the way!” Bucky yelled, nearly knocking Sam over as he started sprinting to the gym exit.

Bucky ran so fast that he was bumping into walls and hitting corners, trying to locate the nearest stairs.

He took the stairs by three, his heart hammering against his chest, his ears on high alert in case he could hear you calling for him.

Finally, he made it to your room, and swung the door open without a second thought, just needing to know if you were okay. Bucky’s wide eyes spotted you instantly, curled into yourself on the rug, tissues littering the floor, sobbing. He had never seen you so upset.

He wasted no time sliding onto his knees and to you.

“Doll? Doll, what’s wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?” He tried to lift your chin to see your beautiful face, but you barely acknowledged him, your puffy eyes cast down.

“My h-heart,” you choked, clutching your chest.

“Are you having a heart attack?” He couldn’t stop himself from sliding his hands all over you, checking for injuries.

“I feel– s-so sad,” was all you could make out between sobs.

“Baby, who hurt you?” He was panicking, he needed to know what happened, why you were so distraught so he could fix it.

“Stupid book!” You cried, and flung yourself at him, holding him close, and tucking your head into his chest. Bucky immediately reciprocated, wrapping his big arms around you, squeezing you tight, one hand brushing your hair.

That’s when he noticed the outline of a book under a couple tissues.

“It’s not fair,” you cried, body shaking with each breath.

“I know, I know,” he soothed. He, of course, did not know, but he was enormously relieved to see the perpetrator was only a book.

“They were supposed to end up together! They were p-p-per–” You squeezed him tighter, struggling to get the words out. “Perfect together! Why did the author ruin it? It’s not fair, it’s not fair, they deserve to be happy!”

“Shhh,” he whispered, starting to rock you back and forth.

“It’s not fair,” you whispered through another cry, and collapsed fully into him.

“It’s not,” Bucky echoed.

Eventually your cries quieted and slowed, and Bucky kissed your forehead and let go of you. You barely had time to question what he was doing when he picked up the book from behind you and started to pretend to punch it.

“Bad book,” he chastised, “you made my baby cry. Nobody makes my baby cry,”

You couldn’t help but giggle, and wipe the remaining tears from your eyes.

Bucky continued to scold it, and even positioned himself to body slam it.

“Bucky,” you full on laughed, “stop,”

“Not until it apologizes,” he grumbled, faking a chokehold on it. “Oh, shit–” Bucky rolled onto his back and held the book above him, acting out a struggle. “It’s got me baby, help!”

Giving in to his shenanigans, you leaned over and grabbed the book from his hands, and gave it your own weak punch.

“Fuck you, book,” You sniffed and laughed.

“It can’t hurt you anymore,” Bucky said, patting your back.

“Thank you, Bucky,”

“I’ve got you, doll.”

“Why are there dents in all the walls?” Tony’s raised voice could be heard all the way from the floor below.

You looked at Bucky.

“What?” He smiled cheekily. “You needed me.”

Thank you for reading!

My Masterlist if you'd like to check my other stuff out :)

Oh oh and this is inspired by my reaction to Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. I hate that book so much. I love that book so much.

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staycait · 2 months

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hii!! can i request catboy!kabukimono w breeding kink x reader smut?? :3

⊹ 　 ﹒ 　 ❝ 　needy catboy ! ⠀⊹⠀˚⠀ ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚 ┈ catboy!kabuki x fem!reader ㅤ ✦

𝐈. ──ㅤ your catboy boyfriend has been getting extra touchy and needy recently.. ?

𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ mentions of breeding kink , overstimulation , cream pie , raw sex , mentions of markings , && praise .

𝐈𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ nsfw , smut , english is not my first language, please forgive me , proofread , fluffy ending !!

﹒ thoughts ; this kinda sucks, but i do hope i wrote this well enough , or have at least reached your expectations !! 😄 haven’t written for kabukimono yet especially him as a catboy, and i really hope this is enjoyable! ㅠㅠ

> story right under the cut <

your boyfriend being touchy and needy ever since you two started dating. you were used to his constant affection and clinging, but… something weird has been going on with him.

but now you know why.

your head was buried in the pillow, staining it with your tears and your drool, continuously and pathetically moaning as kabukimono thrusts his cock into you.

he was basically fucking you dumb and into the sheets— he held your hips up high as he whimpered and moaned out how good you were and how good you felt.

the way his tip kissed your cervix just right, and the way his dick would hit all the sweet spots that would make your knees turn into jelly, you swear that kabukimono knows your body more than you do.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you feel a tight knot in your stomach forming—you’d be cumming for the ‘nth time. you had lost count after the first three, but that doesn’t matter, what matters is that kabukimono’s abusing your hole to the max. and the fact he was going to cum inside you for the millionth time this night.

“so good.. you feel so.. g-good..!”

kabukimono really couldn’t get enough of you and your pussy. it was getting to the point where he started crying and babbling out words.

he pulled out of you, turned you around so that you were laying on your back, spread your legs and plunged back instantly into you.

you let out a high pitched moan, arching your back and bringing your hands to his back and scratching it.

if you wanted to put it simply, he was fucking the air out of your lungs. it felt so good, it was overstimulating and too much for you, yes, but that doesn’t mean the feeling of his cock ramming aggressively into you doesn’t feel good.

kabukimono’s tail was wagging, his ears were perked up, and he just went harder against you, and the more harder he went, the more desperate he was to breed you. to paint your walls completely white with his cum, to fuck his offspring into you. it was a cycle he couldn’t break or get out of.

he wanted many things, but of course, he most especially wanted you. in both ways.

your climax was closing in on you, and it was the same for kabukimono. you cried and moaned nonstop, he buries his head into the crook of your neck and you could feel his tears flowing down to your neck.

“ ‘m wanna breed you s-so bad.. please.. i want to see you with my babies.. please, please, please, please, please…”

he was so desperate to cum in you and breed you to the point he was a sobbing mess. he sucks on your neck, leaving another hickey. his thrusts were incredibly sloppy..

you dig your nails into his back, you let out a scream of pleasure as you have an intense orgasm.

and at the same time, kabukimono cums into you.

his thrusts become a little slower, slower and slower, until he comes to a full stop.

you both pant, kabukimono lays on top of you as his tail calms down. he gives your neck a little kiss and chuckles at you.

“i.. did i.. do good?”

you smile at him, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and responding at him, your words dripping with honey.

“mhm, you did so good..”

“thank you..” his eyes light up a bit more, and he bites his lower lip.

he pulls out of you slowly and gently, careful as not to hurt you. he carries you and brings you into the bathroom, gently placing you down on the tub.

“would you like warm or cold water?”

you just know you’ll be receiving the best aftercare in the world.

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heartfullofleeches · 10 days

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Fletchers reaction to foxboy willingly kissing him for the first time

Yan Farmer Rabbit + Fox Hybrid Reader

[Reader has no mentioned gender but they are referred to as wife]

"Damn it!"

The knife clatters to the kitchen floor with a dull thud. Chest heaving with each pain breath, you fall to your knees - shirt clutched painfully tight in your claws as wetness drips down your cheeks.

Three weeks... Three weeks you've lived with the farmer and he hasn't asked you to lift a finger. This is it.... isn't it? It's finally happening. You were a such an idiot to think it wouldn't. He's testing you... A trial to see how useful you'll be to him in the long run.

"Hey, Sweetness. Something came up down at the general store. Shouldn't be gone long, but- think you can cut up the potatoes for dinner while I'm out? It's not hard. I'll show you how to do it."

He made it look so easy. Each slice against the cutting board so neat, precise - perfect. Just like him. What does he want from you? Does he actually think you'll make for a good partner? You can't even cut up vegetables to save your own tail- Just what the hell does he want from you?!

"Hun? That you?"

Shit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck-"

You wipe at your eyes with the backs of your palms, scrambling to pick yourself off the floor before he sees you. He can't see you like this- The thunder of his footsteps fills you with a kind of terror you haven't felt since you got locked in that kitchen coop.

"Y/n?"

Your back hits the cupboard wall. Fletcher's large, imposing figure hovers at the door frame. Two steps into the kitchen is all it takes for him to march up to the table. To see your mistakes. Too thick. Too thin. Sliced indiead of cubed like he asked. The farmer takes a breath. He kneels down in front of you, hand perched on the tile a hairline away from your shivering legs.

"Hon-"

"Don't-" You bite. "Just don't..... I missed up. I always do. Why do you even want me here? I can't do anything right... I'm a terrible wife."

"Hey!-" Fletcher grips your shoulder, tugging you against his chest. "Don't you ever, ever talk about yourself like that. You're fine. It's okay. All you need is a little practice. Just calm down."

Liar- He's a fucking liar. "What if I don't get better with practice?! What if all I ever am to you is dead weight?"

Fletcher kisses the top of your head, voice small - crushed by the sounds of your sobs against his chest. "That's fine with me too, Sweetheart.... That's fine with me too. I didn't bring you here because I wanted a maid. I just wanted you. That's all I have ever wanted since I laid eyes on you. I love you- Always have, always will."

His hold on you lessens as your whines and sniffles crawl to a still. Your puffy eyes cross his as you lift your head from his chest. He tries to smile - delicately raising his enormous paw to the fuzzy flesh of your cheek. He rests his nose against yours - just like he always did when he was trying to comfort you or feel a connection, lips inches from yours.

"Whether you can dice up a thousand potatoes or not at all. Even if you make a mess of everything you touch. I'll always be here for you no matter what. I'll always love you - no matter what."

Your arms creep up to his neck, the space between you null as your lips ghost over his. Fletcher stiffens, unsure - fearful of scaring you off now if he takes the dive for you. And so you take it-

The kiss is hesitant. Gentle as the hand stroking at your back, washing away any doubts left of his conviction towards you. Tear drops fall at your skin, but you have none more to cry. Is he?... You pull away as the droplets drip from Fletcher's chin into his already stained tee.

"My bad." The farmer barks out a dry chuckle, pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stop the flow. "Now's not the time to get emotional, but I just- I'm so glad to have you here. With me."

"I know... I'm glad to be here too now, but um... Fetch?"

"Yeah?"

Your ears lay flat against your skull as your stomach whines in hunger. "Can we... finish up with dinner now?"

The laugh Fletcher bellows is far less restrained. "Sure. What kind of man would I be if I let my wife starve? I'll tell you some more tricks will we're at it. You'll be a head chef in no time, sweetheart.... And even if you aren't - I'll cherish you all the same."

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cntloup · 2 months

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18+ MDNI Fem!Reader soft!Simon, possessiveness, breeding kink

His calloused fingertips brush against your soft skin, traveling all the way from the nape of your neck to your chest, until his hand settles on your breast, lightly squeezing the soft, warm flesh, "Mine. All mine..." he purrs against your ear, his chest vibrating with the low gravel in his voice, his body fully engulfing yours, heat radiating from him. He trails open-mouthed kisses on your neck and collarbone, sucking on your skin, leaving faint bruises. "All yours, Si." you breathe out through sobs of pleasure, eyes rolling back in your head and nails digging into the skin of his back at the delicious drag of his thick veiny cock against your sensitive gummy walls. "That's right... my girl... takin' me so well, lovie." he grunts in between thrusts. You're a babbling mess under him, not able to form any coherent words, causing him to let out a low chuckle. Soft breathy mewls tumble from your lips as your cervix is hit by his tip repeatedly each time he’s buried to the hilt inside you, fully stuffed by his fat cock. Your hips roll to his rhythm, moving upwards to meet him halfway. He can't help but let out a deep groan at the feeling of your warm pussy tightening around his length, "Cum for me, baby." he murmurs, voice muffled as he hides his face in the crook of your neck, panting and grunting, feeling the vise grip of your walls on him as your climax approaches. A guttural moan escapes your parted lips followed by a loud cry of his name as waves of intense pleasure thrash through you and your white cream coats his cock, another grunt slipping through his mouth at the warm feeling, "Good girl." he praises and soon follows with a low growl, thick white ropes of his cum shooting inside your womb. You wrap your legs tighter around his waist, not letting him pull out as not to waste even a drop of his potent cum.

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fieldofdaisiies · 7 months

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Just A Little Bit of Your Heart

ship: Azriel x Reader type: angst word count: 2,4k warnings: curse words, mentions of a one night stand, unexpected pregnancy summary: It was just a one night stand, or that is what you thought... fic masterlist

"The baby will have wings!"

Your hands tremble. And they tremble so much the plate you are holding slips out them, and then shatters when it hits the floor. Splinters fly everywhere, but your best friend is quick to shove you away.

She is faster than you, gently shoving you away before you can lean down to collect the shards. "Not in your current state! Let me do this."

You huff. "I am pregnant, not fragile or ill," you say, still dried tears on your cheeks, and more burning behind your eyes.

"Yes, with a winged baby, because this fool did not pay attention." There is so much fury inside of your best friend, you have never seen this side of her before, her voice drips with venom.

"For making a baby it always needs two people. I am not innocent in this." You crouch down and help your best friend collect the shards of broken glass and—

"Fuck!" You lift your index finger to your mouth, licking the droplet of blood away.

"I told you to let me do this, you are hurting yourself and—" "And what? They baby will still have wings and I will still be pregnant. I just cut my finger, nothing dramatic."

You swallow thickly, slumping onto the ground. You immediately regret your tone and snapping at your best friend. She only wants to help and be there for you…

But it is so much to deal with and then the hormones just intensify everything you are feeling.

The fear, the apprehension about the baby having with wings and the prospect of having to raise the child by yourself, should you survive the birth, finally reach the surface. You tried hide these emotion for so long, but now you fail — they all bubble up, overwhelming you.

You lean against the kitchen counter behind you, pulling your knees up and fold your hands over your face.

Then the damn breaks, tears running out of your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as you sob into your hands.

"I am so scared," you bawl.

Your best friend has already scooted over, careful of the broken pieces of porcelain, and wraps her arm around your shoulders. She pulls you to her chest, letting you cry into her shirt. "I know that the babe has wings, the healer confirmed it. And I am just working in this little shop, I don't earn enough to take care of the child alone."

Your tears wet her shirt, and your best friend holds you tightly, her hand clasping your upper arm. She is becoming your anchor, the only thing you can hold onto in this moment.

"It was so foolish. He said he took the tonic. I also drank the tea the same morning, and neither of those things worked. Conceiving for fae is so difficult, why…"

Your voice breaks and you can't finish your sentence, your throat is dry, burns and the back of your mouth aches.

"It wasn't foolish. You were both careful, and it just happened." Your best friend's voice is softer now, although inside of her a burning fire of fury about the shadowsinger putting a baby that could harm you inside of you. It could cost you your life and she would never forgive him for that.

You exhale a long breath when you lift your head a little, still leaning onto your friend. You rest your head against her shoulder, staring at the window opposite you.

A veil of grey is being drawn over the sky, dark clouds passing by — rain is about to start. You keep staring at the window, sitting in silence as the first raindrops start to fall, landing gently on the window pane. You watch as the rain intensifies, and the sky darkens further until heavy rain pours down and wind whips agains the windows and the walls of the apartment building you are living in.

The atmosphere outside mirrors the whirlwind inside of you, the storm brewing there, the cold and gloomx atmosphere.

There are so many emotions. And these emotions, mostly fear and nervousness, mingle with the hormones that actually make you so very happy that your are growing a little babe inside of you, but at the dame time so sad that the child will have to grow up without a father.

The whole previous evening you spent staring at your round belly in the mirror, sobbing silently to yourself.

With the big wool sweaters you always wear the belly is barely visible, but when naked, one can obviously see the growing bump.

You best friend draws in a deep inhale and leans her head against the top of yours.

"You need to talk to him," she says in a soft voice. "And before you protest, I say so because first of all, he has a right to know. And secondly, and most importantly, he might be able to help you."

You sniff loudly. "How should he help me?"

"The High Lord, who he is close with, has a son with wings. And our High Lady is also only fae, so there must be a possibility."

"What if he wants nothing to do with me?"

"Then you at least tried."

"Don't you think I will only be hurt more?"

You lift your head to look at her. There is a small smile on her lips, one that conveys support and warmth, her eyes shining with empathy.

She shakes her head. "You still have me. I won't leave you alone with this. I never would. But you still have to tell him."

You don't want to do it, you don't want to face Azriel, don't want to tell him, but you know she is right. You have to do it. He has a right to know.

This was a one night stand.

You somehow caught the male's attention in a small bar in Velaris, and somehow he ended up in your bed. When you woke up, Azriel slipped into his trousers and out of your flat within a few moments. He was gone without a word, disappeared into the shadows, and you haven't heard from him since. You don't even know how to contact him.

You don't know where he lives? Does he live with the High Lord? Or in this huge house on the mountain? With the general of the Illyrian armies and his mate?

"I don't know what to say to him," you whisper.

The rain outside intensifies. Your friend uncurls her arm from around your shoulder, bringing it forward so she can clasp your hand in hers.

She places a soft kiss to the top of your head and in a calm voice she says, "Tell him what you told me. That you don't understand how it happened and that you are afraid and want nothing more than his help."

"What if I want more than that?" You bite back a sob and turn your head a little.

"What if I want a little part of his heart. For the baby. If it—if we survive this, I want my baby to have a father. I want my baby to know its father." A single tear slips our of your eye and your friend quickly wipes it away with her thumb.

"That is something to think about in the future. You need to think about yourself now, sweetie. You matter now, everything else is open for the future."

You nod, trying to agree with her, but the thoughts about the possibility of the baby never meeting its father are gnawing on you.

And they keep gnawing on you the whole night where you lie awake, shifting and turning, your back aching, and tears still wetting your cheeks and pillow.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Cold sweat coats your back, your palms. Your knees wobble, and your whole body trembles as you lift your hand, drawing in a deep inhale. Then another. And another. Your hand rests on the cool door handle, but you can't bring yourself to pull it down.

He really came.

You can hardly believe it. He got your letter, and he is truly here. Until a few moments ago, you doubted it. You did not think he would really follow your invite. You were very vague in your letter, only mentioned that if he remembers you you would have something important to discuss with him. It could have been a trap, but he must have recognised the urgency in your wording, must habe known he could trust you.

Drawing in another breath, you finally pull down the handle and your lips part as your eyes land on him.

He is…still the most beautiful male you have ever seen in your life, covered in darkness and shadows, expression stoic, eyes glowing with curiosity.

But he came!

"You came," you whisper, voice trembling.

Your heart beats in your throat, hammering so fast and hard you think it might burst right through your ribcage.

It was just a one-night stand, a fleeting moment of passion, but you still remember him so vividly. How he touched you, how he kissed you, how he held you. And how he left. You felt used and sad after it, but you shouldn't have. Both of you only wanted fun for a night, but still it somehow hurt when he left.

"You called." His voice is flat, no emotion in it as he speaks. His face is not necessarily cold, but nonchalant, emotionless.

Azriel is nothing but darkness as he stands there, shadows swirling around him, stretching out towards you.

He eyes you closely, jaw clenched slightly.

You barely know him, only know his body, but he is now connected to you in the most profound way possible. You carry a part of him inside of you. Your child. His child.

Azriel's face is a mask of unreadable emotions, some clouds darken his eyes and you can’t tear your eyes away from his.

"I wasn't sure you if you—" "I do remember you."

Something, some unreadable emotion passes over his face, and a muscle in his jaw ticks. His hands, those scarred hands you felt all over your body, are folded behind his back, and he stands in a stance, almost like he is ready to fight whatever is about to come. A stern warrior, and not the passionate male you lay with.

"Come in?" you say, your voice trembling slightly as you step aside to let him enter. Azriel hesitates, but eventually he walks in, gaze wary as it sweeps through the inside of your room. He is looking for possible danger, making sure the place is safe and you can't blame him for it. Your invite must have sound cryptic, he is careful and that is alright.

"Why did you invite me?" Azriel asks, finally speaking up and taking the weight from your shoulder to open the conversation.

You are wringing for the right words to explain it all as you lead him over to the kitchen counter. You lean against it, your gaze moving to his eyes.

You drop your glamour, and try to hold his gaze, but suddenly Azriel starts to sniff the air, his brows furrowing as he looks around him. It almost looks like understanding dawns on him, whirlwinds of emotions glowing in his eyes. He must sense it in this moment.

"I am with child!" you blurt out.

The words are so loud in the room, they bounce off the walls and hollow through the room. Through your mind, making you feel dizzy for a second.

You move your hand over your round belly, smoothing out the sweater, to show him the bump.

The silence that follows is deafening, broken only by the sound of your own ragged breaths.

Azriel says nothing, his face pales, his shoulders slump, and his whole expression and posture crumbles.

He blinks, as if trying to process what you have just revealed. Although his face is unreadable, you can see the storm of emotions swirling beneath the surface.

"Is it mine?" he asks and you want to face-palm him. You would do it, if it were under different circumstances.

"Of course, it is yours. The babe has wings!"

The tone you have chosen wasn't alright, he could not have known, you could have been with other males…but why would you invite him and tell him then?

This revelation shatters him truly. Azriel begins to vehemently shake his head, like he can feel the weight of what the baby having wings means.

"No," he whispers, and then repeats the word over and over again. He brings a hand up, brushes his hair back and shakes his head again. "No, that can't be. You took the tonic, I did too. How did that happen?"

"I also don't have an explanation, I only know that I am with child now. A baby with wings." Your chin quivers, lower lip starting to tremble. You feel how your body begins to shake, blood rushing in your ears.

"And I am afraid."

Once again the damn breaks, and a sob rips itself free.

Azriel says nothing, just stands there.

"I understand that it is a lot to take in, that this is difficult, but I needed to tell you."

You suck in a sharp breath, your tears tasting salty in your mouth. "I just thought you deserved to know. It was a one-night stand, and I never planned for any of this to happen, but it did, and I can't keep it a secret from you."

You feel so vulnerable in this moment, your heart cracking open, everything inside you convulsing.

It somehow angers you that he says nothing, but you had more time to deal with the newly learned information, he only found out now. Maybe he just needs more time to process.

"I don't know what to say," he admits, his voice softer, and for the first time he lets his own emotions show, vulnerability flashing brightly in his eyes. "This is... unexpected. Overwhelming."

You nod, biting down on your lower lip. With the back of your hand you wipe away some tears.

"I don't expect anything from you, I just…if the baby and I survive this, all I am asking for is a little bit of your heart. Not for me, for the babe."

Your voice is so terribly shaky, tears welling up in your eyes again as you try to hold his gaze. "I didn't expect it either," you whisper, wiping away a tear. "But I want the baby to know its father. If it ever comes to that."

Azriel is the one to suck in a breath now, the weight of his own childhood crashing down on him. Everything, every little pain when he was a child, bubbles up inside of him and his body starts to shake.

The room is filled with a heavy silence once more. It feels like the walls are moving in on you, the room growing smaller and smaller, almost suffocating you.

As you wait for his response, your heart still races, but now it's not just with fear. There's a glimmer of hope, a spark of possibility that maybe, just maybe, he will grant you this wish and be a father for the child if it comes to that.

"We are going to see my healer, the High Lord's healer. She knows about wings, she knows about babes with wings. You are not alone in this."

Azriel's steps are so fast, so unexpected, he hesitates for a moment, but suddenly his arms wrap around your shoulders and he embraces you tightly, his chin coming to a rest on top of your head.

"I am not leaving you alone in this. It comes as a shock and I am sorry about my reaction, but this child is as much mine as it is yours, and it will have a part of my heart." His arm wraps around you tighter. "It will have my whole heart."

He swallows, his chest heaving with a deep inhale and your curl your own arms around him, loud sobs ripping themselves free, muffled in the fabric of his shirt. "And so will you."

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cherryredstars · 9 months

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Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut without Plot, Unprotected P in V, Degradation, Sex Toys (Vibrator), Choking, Overstimulation, Dom!Miguel,

Summary: Miguel only gives you what you deserve.

A/N: I can finally write again!

Word Count: 1K (Barely Edited)

“I told you to fucking look at me.”

A sort of muffled cry leaves your mouth as Miguel grabs your cheeks with his large hand. The touch is gentle, yet strict as he squeezes and moves your face so you’re forced to look into his eyes. A pleased sigh leaves his mouth when your eyes meet his again, “There you are, princesa. Stop running away from me, yeah?”

Another sob leaves you again as your cunt flexes and lifts off the bed, pushing itself further into Miguel’s thrust and the vibrator in your hand that presses into your clit. As you try to ease the vibrator off your sensitive and puffy clit, Miguel’s free hand comes to hold your wrist in place. A stressed puff of air flares from your nose as your body tries to squirm away from the vibrator that is now impossible to move. Your body tries helplessly to get away from the vibrations spreading pleasure through your body and the thick, powerful thrusts from Miguel’s cock.

An annoyed grunt travels through Miguel’s throat as your walls flutter and clench around his dick, your squirming only adding on to the tightness surrounding his cock and making his thrusts less precise. As your hands grab onto the sheets, trying to haul your body off his dick, Miguel grabs your throat and holds you in place so you can’t escape. He leans his mouth down to your ear, “I told you to Stop. Fucking. Running. Away. From me.”

Each of his words is accompanied by a sharp, punishing thrust into your pussy that hits your cervix. A mewl is all you can let out in apology as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Miguel scoffs at your pathetic state, adding more pressure to your wrist to dig the vibrator further into your clit. Your walls flutter around him again in response, and a dull cramp forms around the hollow in your thighs from how forcefully they begin to twitch.

A moan leaves Miguel as his eyes snap close to savor the feeling. The warmth and tightness sucks his cock into your pussy greedily, practically begging him to continue pumping into you. His eyes open slowly as your crying and hiccuped noises fill the room. Tears roll down your face and your mouth can’t close no matter how hard you try to force it shut. Miguel rolls his eyes at your state and gives you a particularly deep thrust that causes your pelvis to jolt upwards shakily.

“Lookin’ so pathetic for me, mami. Don’t tell me you can’t handle this? My poor, little crybaby,” Miguel coos down towards you as his thumb strokes softly against your throat. A thick whine travels up your throat and passes the pressure he applies to your throat. It causes Miguel to chuckle condescendingly and he places a quick kiss to your cheek. The tenderness of the act distracts you for a moment, giving him the opportunity to release your throat and slide two of his fingers into your mouth.

A surprised noise vibrates around his fingers as he curls them to hook them against your bottom teeth. Saliva quickly gathers in your mouth, soaking his fingers and running a thin trail down the side of your parted mouth. Miguel hums against your jaw as he licks at it before pulling his face away from yours completely. He takes the time to slow down his thrusts, observing the fucked out look that covers your face. You look gorgeous with eyes that can’t see clearly and skin that tries stupidly to cool your body down with sweat. A soft groan leaves his lips and he speeds up his thrusts again.

More cries and moans slip from your open mouth and your free hand leaves the sheets to grip Miguel’s wrist that controls the vibrator in your hands. Your thighs and legs shake and buck into both the rubber toy and Miguel’s dick. A strangled gasp of his name breaks out of your mouth, trying to warn him of your incoming release.

Miguel’s brow furrows as he feels your walls prepare for your undoing. Miguel speeds up slightly, tightening his hold on your wrist one last time to make the vibrator torture your clit. Your chest begins to heave rapidly and your pants push warm air onto his fingers. Your hips try to escape Miguel in a last ditch effort that causes Miguel to grunt, “I know, mi linda putita, I know. Let it go, I got you.”

His permission causes your legs to lock as an intense orgasm rakes through your body. Your mouth closes around Miguel’s fingers and he lets out a short hiss as your top teeth trap his fingers. Your hips buck, fighting through your release and the continued stimulation your sensitive walls and clit receive from the vibrator and Miguel’s cock. More dumb sounds escape your mouth as your body melts into the bed. Miguel whispers words in your ears, but you can’t register any of them as your body tries to not give out under the overstimulation that causes your bones to rattle under your skin.

“E-enough. Too much, Miggy,” you mumble out as your body begins to twitch and shake violently. Miguel lets out an acknowledging grunt before letting go of your wrist. Your hand quickly pulls the vibrator away, a soft sigh leaving your mouth as your red clit finally gets a break.

Miguel takes the opportunity to slide his fingers out of your mouth, examining the reddish-purple indents that mark them. He shakes his head in amusement before grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the pillow above your head as he gives your cunt the last of his punishing thrusts before stilling and coating your walls in his cum. You both let out tired sighs as the pleasure courses through your bodies until it dies down into a faint hum. Miguel gives your wrists a tight squeeze before letting them go and slipping out of you.

His loss makes you whimper and he kisses your forehead lovingly as an apology. He sits back up and caresses your face with a small smile. It causes your heart to flutter and you’re bought out of your fucked-out phase.

When your eyes clear and meet Miguel’s, he breathes out a slow breath, “That’s my good girl, now let's get you cleaned up.”

I used SpanishDict again for translations. Very short this time around but, hopefully it’s still enjoyable (even if it seems to be all over the place).

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