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eva-cybele · 1 year

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moment's silence (explicit)

Aymeric was in an uncharacteristically foul mood. House Dzemael had leveraged its considerable influence in the House of Lords to block a new tax proposal that would have seen more gil allotted for the reconstruction of the Brume, he had uncovered some evidence that a few of his knights were harrassing foreign travelers, and he had less than half a bell before he would have to sit in on yet another meeting with the heads of the Church and likely make as much progress as he had the past several meetings – that is to say, none at all.

He raked one gloved hand through his hair and took a deep breath through his nose, attempting to marshal some sort of composure over his steadily blackening thoughts, when a knock sounded against the door to the Seat of the Lord Commander.

Irritation flashed through him again, renewed in its intensity. Half a bell, he had instructed the guard at his door that he was not to be bothered for half a bloody bell, and not five minutes into it, he already had a visitor.

He opened his mouth, unsure of whether the impulse to turn them away or the compulsion to hear what must, apparently, be very important business, when the door opened of its own accord.

The list of people in his life who dared enter his office without waiting for his acknowledgement was terribly short, and he braced himself for whatever mess Handeloup was about to drop in his lap, even as a tiny flame of hope flickered to life amongst the gloom of his day so far.

Like the sun breaking through the clouds, Kaede stepped through his door and closed it behind her.

Aymeric ran through a brief but passionate prayer of thanks to the Fury in his head as the love of his life strode across his office to lean over his desk, a somewhat impish smile playing on her lovely mouth. He wanted to stand and go to her, but the view afforded him at the moment was too good to move away from – the blouse she wore was significantly lower cut than her usual attire, and her arms folded beneath her breasts pushed them up in a way that could only be purposeful. So instead, he leaned forward and braced his hands on his knees, a smile blooming across his face as he met – and attempted to hold his gaze steadily on – her eyes.

“Gods, it’s good to see you.” The relief that colored his voice was stronger than normal, and Kaede’s expression shifted from coquettish to concerned, her eyebrows rising slightly.

“Bad day, love?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t warrant wasting breath on the recounting.” The very last thing he wanted was to spend precious time with her talking about obnoxious old nobles and stubborn bishops.

Kaede pushed herself to her feet, fully rounding his desk and placing herself between it and him, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

He couldn’t help but run an appreciative eye over her as she leaned back against his desk, comfortably within arm’s reach, but he didn’t dare put his hands on her, for fear he might never stop. “’Tis merely politics, I’m afraid. Full well do I wish it was aught else, that might be solved by someone else, or something other than endless discussion.”

She took another step forward, standing close enough that he could feel her legs brush against the inside of his thighs, looking deep into his eyes. “I did not mean Ishgard, Aymeric. I meant is there anything I can do to help you?”

Oh. A small chuckle escaped him as he lost his battle with his self-control and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her closer. “Your presence has already vastly improved my mood, I assure you. I have a meeting with the Church in half a bell, but perhaps tonight…?”

Kaede stiffened slightly in his arms, and any brightness her appearance had granted him was swept away, replaced by a storm of frustration, as she spoke aloud what he already knew, “Unfortunately, I am expected in Ul’dah this evening.”

He leaned forward and buried his face against the side of her neck, groaning in annoyance. Hands ran through his hair, her nails dragging gently over his scalp, as she spoke again in a lower voice. “I was hoping to steal an afternoon, but if all we have is half a bell, then so be it.” Her hand found purchase against his shoulder and lightly pushed him back against the back of his chair.

He opened his mouth to ask what she meant – ‘twas not enough time to go home, and there were rather too many people in the Congregation still for any ilicit uses of his desk – but his tongue froze in his mouth when she sank, gracefully, to her knees before him.

The heaviness between his legs that had been present since her arrival grew suddenly unbearable, and he was distantly glad he was sitting down as the rush of desire left him light-headed in its wake.

Still, the practical side of his mind managed to assert itself despite the protestations of his body, and he dropped a hand to the top of her head as she shoved his coat out of the way and began picking free the lacing of his trousers. “Kaede – my love, please don’t misunderstand me – but is this wise?”

Bright blue eyes locked onto his as she leaned a cheek against his inner thigh, a sparkle of mischief in them. “Wise? No, probably not. But your desk is tall enough to hide me, is it not? The burden will be on you to act as if nothing is amiss. Plus,” she brushed her lips over the still-clothed bulge in his partially-undone pants, causing another spike of desire to lance through him, “I have been dreaming about your cock for three days now, and I refuse to wait any longer.”

Any protests he might have managed to make died unspoken on his lips as he dropped his head back against the solid wood of his chair.

Gods. She was going to kill him.

His cock sprang free into the cool air as she finished with the laces, and a shiver – half anticipation, half cold – ran through him as he watched her, enraptured. She sat back on her heels to admire her handiwork for a moment, then locked eyes with him as she ran her tongue, slowly, along the underside, from base to tip.

A deep groan threatened to rip itself free from his throat, and Aymeric hastily slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle it. The walls of the Congregation were thick, yes, but not that thick.

Kaede chuckled, then pressed another chaste kiss against the side of his shaft, still looking at him. “Have I ever told you,”she began, and then interrupted herself with another brush of her lips over sensitive, throbbing flesh, “that I think,” another and gods he was going to go insane, “that your cock is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen?”

His mind abruptly blanked at the unexpected praise, and it took him a moment to realize that the demon woman between his legs was actually waiting for a response. Taking a long, deep breath through his nose, Aymeric dropped his hand from his mouth to the back of Kaede’s head, stroking her hair. “Perhaps, once or twice,” he murmured.

‘Twas unusual for his wife to speak overmuch when she could put her mouth to – according to her – better uses, but she had apparently woken up with a mind to drive him out of his mind.

“Well, it bears repeating.” An absolutely devious grin broke across her features, and Aymeric’s heart jumped into his throat in anticipation at the sight. “Thick, but not so thick that I can’t do this –” and then she took him in her mouth, deep, until the tip of his cock brushed the back of her throat, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from making a noise that was altogether unholy. Unable to help himself, he clenched his hand in her hair as she worked lips and tongue over him, all his concentration on keeping his hips still and his damned traitor mouth firmly shut.

Of course, of course, that was the moment the Fury chose to spite him, specifically, and another knock thumped heavily against his door.

Kaede froze, her eyes snapping up to his in challenge, as she relaxed her mouth around him but – gods damn her – did not release him. For one long heartbeat, he stared down at her, and then took a deep, shuddering breath, moving his coat to cover her head with hands that only barely shook, before settling them on the arms of his chair.

He cleared his throat, and called out a somewhat-hoarse “Yes?”

The man stationed to guard his office today – and in Aymeric’s ruffled state, he could not manage to remember the man’s name – stepped in and saluted sharply. “Apologies, Lord Commander, I know you instructed that you were not to be disturbed, but we received word from the Vault that today’s conference has been canceled, due to illness of one of the bishops you were to meet with. I thought that you would like to know as soon as possible.”

Halone had a sense of humor as wicked as his wife’s today, apparently.

Aymeric gave the man a sharp nod. “That is much appreciated, thank you. I will be heading home within the bell, then. You are dismissed.”

The knight saluted yet again, and then hesitated, casting eyes around the room. Too late, Aymeric realized that this was the man who had admitted Kaede to his office not ten minutes prior, and had not seen her leave.

Squaring his jaw and doing his absolute damnedest to ignore the wet heat that still surrounded his cock, Aymeric raised an eyebrow at the man. “Is there something else?”

“I thought that…” He trailed off, and abruptly averted his eyes, stammering in embarrassment. “Ah…no, ser. Apologies for disturbing you, Lord Commander, ser. Excuse me.” With that, the young knight all but fled Aymeric’s office, closing the heavy door behind him.

The door had barely settled in its frame when his hand found the back of Kaede’s head again, this time pulling her up to claim her mouth with his own, hungry and nearly shaking with supressed need. His other hand delved into her shirt, cupping one breast and rolling its peak between his fingers, gratified at the way her swollen lips gasped against his mouth.

When she broke the kiss, looking perhaps a touch less composed than she had, Aymeric let out a breathless laugh. “My love, have you gone utterly mad?”

Kaede wrinkled her nose at him in amusement, but made no move to pull away from his wandering hands. “Fine words from the man who once carried on a conversation with Artoirel de Fortemps with three fingers buried inside me.”

The memory dragged a smile to his face, and he made to pull her more firmly onto his lap. “Point taken. Gods. I have half a mind to take you right here, and damn the consequences. Thank the Fury we have time to go home before we scandalize any more of my knights.”

Small but deceptively strong hands braced against his shoulders, and Kaede dropped her head, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “Let me finish what I started first? Please?”

Aymeric swallowed, hard, against the tidal wave of desire that rose up in him again. Everything in him wanted her spread out under him, open and aching and gasping out his name, wanted her as undone as she’d made him… but he could deny her nothing.

In lieu of a response, he drew her back into a kiss, gentler this time, and then released her to settle back in his chair.

As she took her place before him again, she favored him with a beautifully warm smile. “I have wanted to do this for years, you know. I used to get so distracted when we’d have to meet you here, unable to think of anything but how well I’d fit between your knees.”

She had mentioned, in the past, how distracting she occasionally found the way he sat, but Aymeric had no idea that the fascination ran so deep or so long. His cock throbbed and ached as she bent down to it again, her tongue laving over the fluid that had collected at its tip in her absence. The idea that she had wanted him as long as he had wanted her was heady, intoxicating. “You might have – ah, mentioned it. Before this. Perhaps when I was telling you how often I’d thought of you bent over my desk.”

A quiet, throaty laugh vibrated around his cock, and it nearly drove him over the edge by the sound alone. Drawing back for a moment, her smile grew mischievious again. “Was merely waiting for the right moment.” Words apparently exhausted, Kaede went back to her task with renewed enthusiasm, utilizing lips and tongue and teeth to drive him higher and higher, but never quite over the edge, until he was all-but arched off of his chair to press himself more firmly into her mouth, his hand fisting helplessly in her hair as the other fought in vain to keep his gasps and moans contained.

He was strung taut like a bowstring pulled too far, but the thing that broke him was the sound of a soft moan all around him, and the realization that one of Kaede’s hands had disappeared between her own legs. His breath caught and stars exploded in his vision as a torrent of desire overtook him, sweeping him along with it until all he could do was hold on for dear life.

Aymeric came back to himself slowly, the tide receding and leaving him shaking and spent, but not so much that he could not slide one shaking hand beneath Kaede’s chin and pull her back to her feet, to collapse inelegantly against him, lips tangled and tasting himself on her tongue.

His other hand seized the one that had been moving between her legs, lacing his fingers with hers. As she drew back from him, the smile on her face was shaky but smug, looking deeply proud of herself.

“We are going home,” he told her, his voice growing stronger as he spoke, “and I am going to spend the rest of the afternoon with my face between your legs.”

He watched in amusement as her eyes widened slightly and her cheeks flushed pink beneath her scales, but she held onto her bravado, lifting her chin and holding his gaze. “I’ll hold you to that, ser.”

She slipped out of his arms to perch on the edge of his desk and watch as he relaced his trousers and attempted to put himself back into some sort of order, making no effort to do the same with the rather rumpled mess he’d made of her ponytail. After a few moments – and a brief moment of distraction to steal another kiss while he had her at hand – he offered her his arm and had to force himself to shorten his stride, in order to not drag her after him in his haste.

As they left his office, the guard – Raitremont, his name was Raitremont – did not look over, staring resolutely ahead, even when Kaede offered him a grin and a small wave. Though Aymeric could have sworn he saw the edges of a blush beneath his helmet.

They stepped out into the bracingly cold afternoon air, and Aymeric shot an incredulous look down at Kaede. “Who is this minx and what have you done with my wife?”

Kaede arched an eyebrow at him. “Are you complaining?”

“Gods no. Not in the slightest. Merely wondering if I should prepare myself for such madness more often.” Fury have mercy, he hoped so.

“Well, I suppose that depends on you, and how… thoroughly you keep your promises this afternoon.” Kaede tucked a stray lock of hair behind her horn, and shrugged.

“My lady de Borel,” Aymeric dropped his voice as he murmured the title, and was pleased to see Kaede respond with a sharp inhalation of breath, “is that a challenge?”

A wide, wicked grin flashed across her face, and he was slightly mesmerized to see that her lips were still a bit swollen from earlier. “Perhaps.”

‘Twas all he could do to wait until they crossed the threshold into the foyer to scoop her up into his arms and carry her, laughing, into their bedroom.

#have some smut #if you know the song you know what's gonna happen in the story lmao #wolmeric #eva writes #daughters of dusk and dawn #sons of ice and fury #aymeric de borel #warrior of light

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loadednachosao3 · 8 months

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Would you say Kim and Jimmy are your favorite lesbian's?

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life, I live for Mike

Jim/Kimmy are my favorite dyke

gays, I'm wanting more

tell Peter Gould, that I'm a whore

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watch the series, feel the groove

lawyer memes in overload

EVERYBODY SHIIIIIIIIPPIIIIIIIIIIIIIING

#I'm really sorry idk what the fuck this is #alert alert #dj lacho times #if you want fanfics to be making #have some smut #ask tag #anonymous

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kathastrophen · 1 month

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Blind ermittelt (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nikolai Falk/Alexander Haller Characters: Nikolai Falk, Alexander Haller Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Blow Jobs Summary:

„Denk nicht so viel nach, Alex. Ist gut, wenn du dich mal locker machst. Oder ist das auch schon drei Jahre her und du kommst gleich von ein bisschen knutschen?“

Alex lässt seinen Kopf ergeben nach hinten auf die Sofalehne fallen. Gott ja. Wahrscheinlich würde er kommen, wenn sie so weiter machen. Wenn Niko ihn weiter küssen würde, weiter schwer auf ihm sitzen würde und seine Hüfte weiter so gegen ihn reiben würde. Es würde wahrscheinlich absolut reichen, damit er in seine Hose kommt wie ein Fünfzehnjähriger.

#blind ermittelt #hiii #have some smut

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uglifish · 10 months

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ch 48 : POV (ao3 is down) so here's another early chapter of Your Boyfriend is an Assassin

(link) . . .

*and to those buttholes ddos-ing a fanfic site bc you're petty and hate the "disgusting smuts and other LGBTQ+ things", that wording only makes me wanna post more smuts, and thanks for adding the " + " at the end of our acronym babes :kisses [[[[gays are here to stay]]]]] more ygo smuts on ff.net

#have some smut #fanfiction #ao3 down #ao3 #fanfic update #prideshipping #prideshipping fanfiction #yugioh fanfiction

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truantng · 1 month

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79/366 Linktree

#daily doodle #truant #oc #redraw #femboy #Running out of ideas on what to draw #so I'm going back to the tried and true 'redraw' idea #have some smut #tentacles

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eefaevie · 3 months

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parce qu'on s'est crié des mots qui ont sali tous nos plus beaux dessins, on a hurlé des chaudières d'encre noire sur le bonheur

j'expose ma tête, mes yeux, mon cœur et mes mains

si tu reviens

something quiet, gentle, and romantic for today. I’ve been assured it’s suggestive enough for @goodomensafterdark ‘s smut war, so enjoy this soft interlude with suggestive tummy ❤️

#good omens #good omens after dark #goad #goad smut war #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #quiet gentle and romantic #kinda smut light #an amuse bouche if you will #I think normal people call that foreplay #also sorry about french lyrics but french songs have some of the most dramatic pining

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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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full inspection

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warnings: 18+ only, smut, dom/sub dynamic, mentions of previous self harm! including scars, inspecting body, descriptions of body but i try to keep things vague ish when it comes to features, p in v sex, unprotected sex, anal fingering, illusions to future anal sex, rafe does inspect readers feet but not really in a foot fetishy way? it is a FULL inspection lol

“mouth first today, bunny.” rafe says, tapping your cheek.

you nod, opening up your mouth for his fingers to poke inside of.

the routine is familiar by now, every morning, you wake up to rafes inspections. his fingers glide over your cheeks, then your teeth.

“you did a good job brushing last night, bun.” rafe says, pulling his finger back to your lips, swiping over them as you open up, sticking your tongue out.

his finger glides down your tongue, pushing further and further until his fist is pressing against your teeth. you try your best to control your gag reflex, waiting for rafe to finish his inspection before coughing.

the second his finger pulls back, you take a deep breath.

“you did it, baby!” rafe praises you, tapping your nose. “you didn't gag!”

you smile up at rafe, swallowing to get the tickle out of your throat. “wanna be good for you.”

“i know, bun. since you're so good, why don't you choose what's next up for inspections?” rafe usually moves to your hands next, checking to make sure there's not any bitten nails or chipped polish.

“umm…” you glance down, small nightgown barely covering your body, nothing on underneath. “my uh…” you know what you want, just are too afraid to say it.

“out with it baby.”

“my chest.”

“aww.” rafe chuckles. “baby girl wants her titties inspected next? sounds good.”

rafe tugs your nightgown up, bunching up the silky fabric, eyes devouring your pushed together thighs, the peek of your slit between them, until your tits are revealed and his attention is pulled there instead.

“mmm, such cute little nipples.” rafe uses both his hands to inspect them, first rubbing around the outside of breasts before moving closer, fingers playing with your nipples to make sure they harden like they should.

“very good, baby.” rafe says, hands massaging your chest.

“thank you.” you look down your body, so clearly on display for rafe.

“what about this cute tummy, huh?” he pats your stomach. its not part of his usual inspections, but rafe loves to give a kiss to your tummy, warm lips making contact with your skin, almost always making you giggle.

rafe moves lower, ignoring your core to scooch down the bed to your feet, picking up one and laying it in his lap. his hands run over your sole before looking at your toes, checking that your polish hasn’t chipped, otherwise he’d be getting on the phone to make a pedicure appointment for you before he even finishes inspections.

he lifts your other foot into his lap next, rubbing his thumbs over your foot, making you let out a low moan at the massage.

“so pretty for me baby.” rafe says, allowing himself to appreciate your flawless feet.

“just for you.” you giggle, wiggling your toes.

“thats right.” rafe smiles, hands moving up your legs to your calves, quickly inspecting them before moving to your thighs. you keep your legs closed until rafe nods to give you permission to open them, not wanting to get punished for baring your cunt too early.

“such a pretty pussy.” rafe coos, a singular finger swiping through your center. “but i think we need to inspect your hands first.”

“raaafe.” you whine out, cunt clenching around nothing at his teasing as he grabs your hands. he makes sure to very thoroughly inspect them now that your cunt is spread open for him, his eyes flicking between your manicured nails and your wetness.

“don’t be bratty. you know its important for me to look over every part of you.” rafe says, flipping your hands over so he can rub his thumbs over your palms before skirting down your wrists, frowning at the few scars in lines that interrupt your skin.

“won’t happen again.” you whisper to rafe. its true, your time of self harming and using it to cope is far over now that you have rafe. not only would he easily be able to tell if you started again with his daily inspections, but you don’t feel the need anymore.

“i know, baby.” rafe hums, raising your wrists to press kisses to them.

rafe moves up your arm, hands quickly checking them before his eyes turn back to your cunt.

rafe spreads your folds open with two fingers, smirking when he sees the way your clit pulses. he begins his usual work, rubbing around where you really want him, but you know he insists on inspecting every inch of you.

rafe plunges his finger into your entrance suddenly, making you gasp out, back arching off the bed at the intrusion, but rafe just chuckles.

he begins to thrust it in and out, rubbing the pad of his finger against your walls. “still nice and tight for me.” rafe hums. “good girl.”

“haven’t been touching myself without your permission.” you shake your head. it was the number one thing that used to cause you to fail inspections, touching yourself either while rafe was at work or while he slept next to you.

“i can tell.” rafe hums, slowing his finger making your eyes flutter closed, a moan escaping from your lips. he switches back and forth between fast, hard thrusts, and slowly deep ones, never letting you know what the next movement is going to be.

“clit next.” rafe suddenly pulls his finger out, making you squeal.

“shh.” he hums, taking the same wettened finger to rub over your clit. for how seriously he takes inspections, he moves on quickly from your clit, barely swiping over it before moving on.

“rafe.” you whine, hoping your pout and fluttering eyes will entice him to continue further.

“shush. flip over.” rafe sits back while you flip onto your stomach, nightgown still bunched around your chest.

rafe smiles at the way you plump ass is presented to him. he rubs his hands quickly over your back, then skips your bum to go to your legs.

“are we doing a full inspection today?” you mutter, turning your head to look down your body at rafe. it's not every day he has the time to do his favorite part of inspections.

“oh yes.” he smirks, tapping your thigh. you know instantly what to do, raising onto your hands and knees and spreading your legs apart.

“cute little hole.” rafe smirks, your bum presented to him. he rubs his hands over your cheeks first, squeezing your skin and even shaking it a little to see the way your flesh ripples.

rafe keeps one hand holding you open while the other one comes to your second hole, circling around it. you take a deep breath and plead your body to relax as you wait for the intrusion, letting out a quiet mewl when rafe pushes his fingertip into your hole, slowly to let you adjust as he buries it. rafe hums in approval from the way you clench so tightly around his digit.

“a+, baby.” rafe pulls his finger out. you've never gotten a completely perfect inspection, always having at least one minor issue that needed correction.

“flip over.” he commands. you move quickly onto your back, keeping your knees pulled apart as you blink up at rafe. “what's next?” you question, hoping there is some sort of reward for being so good for rafe lately.

“you get your cunnie inspected again, but this time i use my cock.”

“really?” you squeal. usually rafe is strict about when he will fuck you. he doesn't like to give you anything too often, says it's to not spoil you rotten. he's lucky you don't mind just pleasuring him, whether with your hands or mouth.

“it's what good girls get.” rafe nods. he pulls his tshirt off over his head, his muscles on full display while you wait excitedly.

“gonna keep being good for you.” you promise rafe.

“yeah, you will know that you know you'll get this dick.” rafe chuckles, pushing his pants down his hips, your eyes widening when his cock springs free, already hard.

“go ahead.” rafe encourages you, moving to kneel between your legs. you can't help your grin as you sit up to wrap your hands around his cock.

“look at how tiny your hands are on my big cock.” rafe smirks as you gently stroke him. you love to feel him, love to hold him in your grip.

“can i give it a kiss?” you question, not looking up at rafe, eyes too focused between his thighs. rafe laughs, patting the back of your head, pushing you down slightly as an answer to your question.

you duck your head, kissing right at the tip of rafes cock before slowly smooching along his shaft before kissing back up the other side.

“now lay back.” rafe hums. you are sad to let go of his cock but excited for what is coming next as you lay down, but not before tugging your nightgown the rest of the way off. you toss it on the floor to be dealt with later.

rafes hands press at your inner thighs, making them stretch even further as he lines his cock up, glad that your wetness has grown and he can push inside, not too easily with how tight you are around him, but enough for rafe to enter you in one steady stroke.

a moan works its way through your body, your thighs shaking under his hands, but he doesn’t let up as rafes hips begin to swing back and forth, feeling every inch of your walls with his cock.

“thats it, baby.” rafe moans when you clench around him. “so tight for me.” your hands fist in the bedsheets, wishing rafe was draped over you so you could kiss him and hold onto his shoulders, but you know rafe likes kneeling between your spread legs so he can look down on you. it also allows him to thrust faster as he slowly builds up speed.

“love your cock so much.” you whine out, back arching, nipples pebbling in the cool morning air.

“aww, you’re so sweet.” rafe smirks, letting out a chuckle when you pout, his voice condescending, mocking you for how much you’re enjoying it, despite rafes movements speeding up to pound into you.

“oh! oh f-fffffff.” you cut yourself off, remembering that rafe doesn’t like you swearing.

“touch yourself.” rafe grunts out. he’s not sure how much longer he can last, not when he was already turned on from inspecting you and having you kiss and worship his cock.

“thank you!” you manage to squeal out before your hand reaches between your thighs, using your fingertips to rub over your clit, hoping rafe is ready soon because you’re not sure how much longer you can hold back.

“you know what the final part of a full inspection is?” rafe questions. you try to think of what it could be, but your mind doesn’t work anymore, so filled with pleasure and thoughts of rafe that nothing else can get through.

“its seeing how good you take my cum.” rafe moans, moving quicker when you feel his cock swell inside of you, signaling how close he is. you rub faster at your clit as he delivers a few final punishing strokes before cumming with a groan, your own fingers rubbing you to orgasm seconds later as you whine out a series of rafes name over and over, your cunt pulsing around his cock, milking him.

“oh, thats a good girl.” rafe pats your lower stomach. “tummy all swelled up with my cum.”

you look down your body, and rafe is right, theres the slightest bulge from rafes cock being lodged deep inside of you and then stuffing you with cum.

“keep my cum inside of you for a minute and you’ll get an extra special reward.” rafe says as he pulls out, knowing you’re going to have to clench your hole for the entire minute with how much he flooded inside of you.

“okay.” you mumble, eyes closing as you concentrate as his cock pulls away, glad you practice kegels as you try to keep all his cum in. you know rafe is staring at your hole, waiting to see if anything leaks from your cunt. time passes quickly, thankfully, and rafe is tapping your thigh before you know it. “you did it, baby girl. that was an entire minute.”

“really?” you smile, proud of yourself as you relax, knowing his cum is going to leak on the bedsheets. “whats the special prize?”

“well, i inspected your pussy with my cock, and now its time for you ass.” rafe grins while your eyes widen.

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90ekz · 11 months

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idk the idea of katsuki helping you out of all your clothes and massaging you till you’re a puddle on the floor is so 😵‍💫😵‍💫

just imagine his pretty little eyes being so glazed over with want, him wanting nothing more than your body on his.

things had been so rough recently, you deserved this right? that’s all you could tell yourself as he rubbed circles into both sides of your waist, secretly loving the way your face twisted up in embarrassment.

“that feel good?”

the quiet shlick of the oil against your almost-naked body only served to made his cock strain against his boxers. he imagined your pussy clenching around his cock making those same sounds, and just how loud you’d be.

katsuki couldn’t help but coo when you were trying so hard to keep quiet.

“‘s fine...”

he wasn’t satisfied with that, he knew he could make you feel better than that, right?

with a new determination, katsuki looked intently for any sounds he could pull out of those pretty little lips. he pressed and massaged every kink he could find, pants steadily getting tighter.

when he reached your lower back and pressed deep, he was pleased to hear a choked whine slip out.

bingo.

“oh?”

you hid you head in your hands out of pure embarrassment, and oh, how katsuki hated that.

“‘dunno why yer hidin’. ‘s cute.”

the more desperate sounds he got out of you, the harder his cock got. after a while he couldn’t help himself, and pressed himself flush against your backside.

you tried to turn around to question the sudden friction, but your head was pushed back down onto the silk pillow cases.

“uh uh, keep that head down f’me. y’know i’m not done yet.”

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opscuritas · 4 months

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The smut war has started and my first attack comes in the form of a comic: "The taste of my desire" (Page 1/?) Enjoy. 😈

Follow the smut war on reddit! @goodomensafterdark remember that any explicit content will be uploaded uncensored on my Ko-fi 😉

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#haaaa this took forever lol #the spicy comic WILL have some good ol fashioned gay sex and food kink so beware ⚠️#myart #smut war #good omens fanart #good omens #goad #aziracrow #david tennant #michael sheen #ineffable husbands

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dumplingsjinson · 7 months

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List of “how about we get comfy and cozy with each other, in more ways than one?” prompts

(Warning: This list is pretty much an overshare in the form of a prompt list, because it is very much based on my personal experiences. A lot of TMI happens.

If that makes you uncomfortable, please don’t read the list. If you’re okay with it, proceed on at your own discretion.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you because… It’s a lot.)

1. “I hope I’m not being too needy.” “Well, I like it when you’re needy. I like it when you’re like this.” (THE FUCKING AUDACITY OF THIS MAN WLEIFLEKWNKLEWFN)

2. Character B groping Character A’s ass while they’re making out.

3. Character A moaning and whimpering into Character B’s ear while rubbing themselves against Character B’s thigh, desperate for release.

4. “I… I want you to touch me,” Character A admits, while staring up at the ceiling, cheeks reddening in an increasing show of embarrassment.

5. “Tell me to stop if it becomes too much, okay?”

6. Character B dry humping Character A; hips thrusting into theirs, picking up with the pace when Character A whimpers in their ear and pulls Character B even closer in response because they don’t want any sort of space left between them; not even a sliver.

7. Character B getting all sweaty and heated while they’re dry humping Character A.

8. Character B taking off their shirt to get more comfortable with Character A, and Character A subtly admiring their physique. (WHEN HE DID THAT?? THE DISRESPECT??? This guy’s gonna ruin me, I know it sjjsjs)

9. “Don’t be too loud,” Character B murmurs softly, planting a tender kiss on Character A’s face while sliding their thigh against Character A’s crotch, taking in the way Character A lets out a strangled sigh at that. (SIRRRR?? THEN DON’T FUCKING DO THIS TO ME?? WTF LWKENFWEK. Mind you, his fam came home after we were alone for an hour or two, so-)

10. Character A and Character B continuously checking in on each other every now and again to make sure they’re comfortable with the way things are going.

11. Character B planting soft kisses all over Character A’s face and their neck, reassuring and sweet while things get very, very heated.

12. “You’re going to make me not want to leave the bed if you keep doing this,” Character A warns in a low moan, as Character B continues to kiss their neck, their body pressing against Character A’s. Character B only chuckles in response, nipping at their skin playfully.

13. Legs tangling together so they can get closer to each other.

14. Character B fondling Character A, enjoying the noises they’re eliciting from Character A; enjoying the way they’re making Character A unravel at the seams, coming undone by their touch so easily.

15. Character A hiding their face into Character B’s shirt because they can’t keep the noises at bay, and hoping to God they’re not being too loud.

16. Character A and Character B’s hands roaming each other’s bodies, almost like they can’t get enough of each other (and they can’t. They can’t get enough of each other is the fucking problem here).

17. Character A desperately humping Character B’s thigh, chasing their high, shameless noises scraping at the back of their throat.

18. Character B’s fingers speeding up in response to the sweet sounds falling out of Character A’s mouth.

19. Character B letting their hands wander all over Character A’s body; slipping under their shirt, their pants, their undergarments, and Character A enjoying having their hands all over them like this even though they’re too shy to admit to that with words.

20. “Do you want me to straddle you?”

21. “How am I supposed to think about anything else while fucking myself now?” Character A questions in a rushed gasp as Character B continues to rub their thigh against their crotch.

22. “You’re so adorable,” Character B murmurs as they continue to thrust their hips into Character A’s. “How is me doing this adorable to you?” Character A questions, moaning a little at a particularly hard thrust of Character B’s hips against theirs.

23. Character B leaving hickeys on Character A’s neck, on spots that make them pretty damn visible to the public.

24. “So… How do you like it on top?” “It’s uh… It’s an interesting experience.”

25. Character B’s body responding to the noises Character A’s making because of what they’re doing with them; to them.

26. Character B’s hand slipping past Character A’s pants to grope their bare ass while they’re dry humping each other.

27. Character B hitching Character A onto their thigh, pressing their thigh firmly against Character A’s crotch to tease them.

28. Character B caging Character A between their arms while kissing them, and Character A’s arms wrapping around Character B’s neck to pull them closer, fingers carding through their hair; hands sliding down their neck; their shoulders; their arms; slipping under their tank top, palms resting against their bare skin; palms gliding along their spine and their back.

29. Character B asking for consent whenever they want to do something a little out of the blue, and stopping when Character A isn’t comfortable with it. (BOUNDARY RESPECTING KING, PEOPLE NEED TO BE LIKE HIM!!)

30. “Sorry if I went too far,” Character B says, and Character A shakes their head. “No, you didn’t go too far. You didn’t go far at all; you didn’t go far enough,” Character A says, flushing at the brazen admission coming out of their own mouth.

31. Character B trailing kisses down Character A’s chest/breasts.

32. Character B pulling up Character A’s undergarment/shirt and taking Character A’s breast/nipple into their mouth, with Character A arching into them with pleasure at the unexpected gesture, a soft, encouraging gasp leaving them.

33. Character B slipping their hand under Character A’s shirt/undergarments to fondle with their nipples/breasts.

34. Just Character A being a needy little fuck and needing Character B to be all over them because they’re so fucking addicted to the taste of them and the way their body rocks against theirs.

35. Character A letting out little obscenities while they’re fooling around, which only fuels Character B further.

36. “Well, now I’m really wet/hard.” “I see no problem with that.”

37. Character A rocking back against Character B while they’re spooning and Character B shallowly thrusting against them in response.

38. Character A biting their bottom lip to try and keep quiet (and failing pretty miserably).

39. “Yeah, you like that?” Character B softly murmurs into Character A’s ear as Character A lets out an involuntary sigh, arching up into Character B in response.

40. “Well… I do fantasise being restrained by handcuffs.” “We can try that in the future if you’d like.” (WELL FUCK ME I GUESS LWKENFEWLKNF)

41. Character A moaning into Character B’s mouth while they’re making out, which spurs Character B on, with the way they pull Character A even closer and kisses them harder; with much more fervour than before.

42. Character B touching, teasing and feeling Character A up. (DID Y’ALL GET THAT WAYV REFERENCE OR WHAT—)

43. Character B caressing the side Character A’s thigh while they’re kissing.

44. “And you’re telling me this is what cuddling is?” “Mhm.” “Bullshit.”

45. Character A fucking themselves on Character B’s fingers, whimpering in a way they’d be embarrassed about if they weren’t so in the moment.

46. Character A trying so fucking hard to control the soft little whimpers leaving them when Character B rubs against them with their fingers.

47. “I’m all over the place and it’s all your fault,” Character A whines while Character B chuckles. “Mmm, it’s not all on me, you know,” Character B says, tone teasing.

48. “It’s just me and you now,” Character B murmurs softly, planting a kiss on Character A’s lips, slowly rocking their hips against Character A. (onrwlfgnrekljng FUCK!! OFF!! ALKFHEWLKNF)

49. Character B closing the blinds for privacy reasons. (He was struggling to close the blinds and I was giggling and teasing him about that lmfaofenlkfn)

50. Character B slipping their thigh between Character’s A’s legs with the intention of messing with them.

51. Character A grinding against Character B’s thigh and Character B responding by pressing their thigh firmer against Character A.

52. The soft pleas and whimpers slipping out of Character A’s mouth as Character B quickens the thrusts of their fingers.

53. “How are you feeling?” Character B would ask every now and then to make sure Character A’s comfortable and okay with what they’re doing, and the pace they’re going at. (This is ALWAYS so fucking sexy! Do this with your partner)

54. Character B unbuttoning/unzipping Character A’s pants, in a tauntingly slow manner; slips their hand past the waist band of Character A’s pants whilst Character A squirms around a little, their heartbeat quickening in anticipation of what’s to come. (Uh, no pun intended???)

55. Taking a break in between each of their little sessions and cuddling with each other, and using those moments to check in on each other.

56. Character B stopping themselves from going further whenever they sense Character A getting a bit overwhelmed with everything that’s happening and making sure that they’re okay. (He just… He’s so caring and it’s so fucking sweet AHHHH)

57. Character B’s ragged, laboured breathing in Character A’s ear as they fuck themselves against Character A, and Character A squeezing their biceps in encouragement; the soft pants from Character B and the whimpers and moans from Character A intermingling in the air.

58. Character A burying their face in Character B’s chest out of pure embarrassment after doing all of that, and Character B chuckling at them while cuddling them close to their chest, planting several kisses on their face.

59. Character A’s clothing smelling like Character B’s because of how much they were all over each other, all day and night.

60. Character A leaving Character B’s room with the messiest hair by the end of the night.

#long post #all I’m gonna say is this is all based on personal experience and i AM oversharing #I’m going through it by re-reading this list LMAO #some of them are a bit repetitive but skksks #I have the forward slash sign for some of the prompts (eg. hard/wet) so it can be used for anyone #my way of processing things tbh #cat guy chronicles #smut prompts #suggestive prompts #prompts #otp prompts #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #writing scenarios

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ivysangel · 14 days

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No thoughts, head empty, only this one:

Dick + baby fever + jealous + mating press = well hello bed, I love you, lmao

Thinking about male manipulator!dick who begs you to let him hit it raw. He's in your ear saying, "It feels so much better, baby," and "But, if you loved me," whispering all the reasons why you should toss the condoms this time.

You give in, insisting that he at least pulls out, telling him that you're not on birth control and you don't want any surprises. He gives you a phony promise that he won't pull anything and subtly nods his head at your words before finding his way inside you.

His body is pressed to yours, legs over his shoulders as he keeps you folded in half with the sheer weight of his body. Your fingernails leave bright streaks of red down his back, the type of open wound he can't get enough of, and your orgasm reaches its peak as his hips start stuttering. He's close.

"Lemme fill you up, baby," he groans, "Don't you want it?" his pace falters, deep calculated strokes now much more shallow and sporadic. "Come on, I know you do."

Bleary-eyed and in a state of delirium, you nod your head, and he's quick to take his chance before you change your mind. His final stroke hits you deep. Cock twitching inside of you as warm streams of cum fill you up, the complete opposite of what you'd initially wanted.

He's still inside you when he starts placing soft kisses on your face, calling you his pretty girl, and saying how much he loves you. "You'll pick up a plan b in the morning, right?" you ask, and he gives you another phony promise as he gently fucks his cum in deeper.

#i'll have to revisit this concept later #but for now here's this #and shout out to kazz for helping me w some of this :p #★ dirty laundry ★#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x fem!reader #dick grayson smut #dick grayson x you #dick grayson imagine #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing x fem!reader #nightwing x you #nightwing smut #nightwing imagine

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becca-e-barnes · 3 months

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thinking about mating press with beefy!bucky. all that weight on top of you, knowing for certain he’s about to breed you?? ughhh

Oh God yes, the thought of this makes me fucking purr 🤤

Just the thought of his thick, slightly curved cock sliding as deep inside as you can take. The feeling of his tip rubbing against your cervix before he withdraws, pulling almost entirely out of you before he glides back in again.

"Good girl, 'm so proud of you. Cum nice and hard for me, I've got you. You're safe." He holds you so close, letting you sob your pleasure against his neck while he works you through another orgasm. It's tender and romantic and loving and you're beyond aware that this man makes you insanely wet.

Your thighs are still trembling as you come down from your high. Each thrust now feels like it's almost too much but with the way Bucky's groaning, he might not be able to keep it up for much longer.

"Fuck, you feel like Heaven. This pretty little pussy was made for me. Made to be mine." His thrusts are punishing but it's an addictive feeling. "I'm going to fill you. I'm not going to pull out. Going to give you a baby."

You're almost surprised how badly you want that but it's very hard to find the words to tell him; not when his thrusts are beginning to stutter and his high seems to get closer and closer.

"I'm going to fuck a baby into you." His hand holds your chin, making sure he can see your eyes. The evidence of pleasure written all over his face might've been enough to convince you that you could handle another orgasm but you'll still not quite sure that's a good idea.

Within a few more seconds, his cock is throbbing inside you, shooting stripes of hot, thick cum right against your cervix. He looks entirely content with his decision, pressing as deep as he can so you can feel him pulse and twitch.

There's not much you need to say to each other for a few seconds. Instead, it's nice to just listen to you both trying to catch your breath while your partner floods your waiting, fluttering sex with his cum.

#asks answered <3 #becca writes spice #beefy!bucky #beefy!bucky smut #the sleepies have hit me hard this week #I had a really productive day today though #Washed and dried all my new tableware and assigned it a cupboard to live in #Had a lovely afternoon just listening to some Hozier and getting my kitchen looking nice #I've had this one really filthy thought that I might just have to find the time to write this week

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kneelingshadowsalome · 9 months

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Mother, I am hungry☹️ could you please give us a list of Kinks you think Konig would have to satisfy my hunger?🙏🏾

Hooooo boy!

CW: PURE FILTH below the cut, 18+ only. Light dom/sub, disciplinary/power play, exhibitionism, light bondage, domestic servitude, somnophilia, yandere!König killing someone who saw you naked, squirting, porn, M/F/F/F

Nature lover. The blowjob in the forest fantasy wasn't a lie! König thinks it would be romantic to make love to you in the middle of a dreamy glade, rut you against a sturdy tree, or have you take him in your mouth on some picturesque beach empty of other people.

He would also love to "warm himself" during a nice little wintertime walk, perhaps push you on your belly in the snow and tug your pants down just enough for him to slide inside your wet heat. The contrast between the frigid air and your warm, wet pussy drives him over the brink in mere minutes, and it's cute to watch you pout all the way back home – he knows his cum is spilling out of you, staining your underwear. He should give you a wash when you get back to turn that frown upside down ❤️

Powerplay. König loves to be in control. He would like to set a few rules for you and punish you when you "accidentally" break them. Those rules would be nonsensical and superficial – such as that you must greet him in nothing but your underwear when he comes home, ensure he always has clean clothes in the drawer, cook his favorite meal on Sundays, things like that. "You know what this means, Schatz," he mutters on your neck upon noticing you've broken his Sacred Rules, much to his delight – because the disciplinary action is that he's allowed to take you right then and there.

It's even better if you beg him not to punish you, explaining that you're tired or that you forgot. It's too bad, because only a safeword will save you. König is already getting his leaking cock out while you're on your knees, asking him to be merciful, just this once. "You know I have to do this… It's the only way you'll learn," he says before commanding you to either open that pretty mouth or turn around and bend over.

Squirting. He would be overjoyed if he got you to squirt. König has mainly watched amateur porn because regular porn is too emotionless and unnatural in his opinion. His preference is women doing solo – that's when he learned what squirting was and immediately vowed he would make his future wife squirt one day.

Exhibitionistic tendencies. This kind of ties in with the sex in nature fantasies: König would secretly love to get caught while having sex. He would particularly love it if the one catching you was a man, so that a "rivaling male" could see 1. how a woman is supposed to be fucked 2. how much you enjoy being fucked by him 3. what they can never have, i.e. gorgeous, whimpering, devastated you.

Yandere König would also kill the one who witnessed you two (and what's worse: witnessed you in a vulnerable, naked, quivering state), and I mean kill him right away, then come back to continue the session as if nothing happened 💀 In his mind, it's all very simple: he has to get rid of the one who laid eyes on you, then give you and himself an orgasm. In that order.

For him, there's nothing odd or wrong with striking a bloodied knife on your nightstand when he returns from his quest for blood. He'll insert his still hard cock inside you while speaking sweet nonsense in your ear, cooing how tight you are in a shaky, adrenaline-filled voice. You try to ignore the fact that he now has dried blood on his muscles, but it's no use. König reminds you of what he just did when your face distorts with tight pleasure. "No one is going to see you like this and live," his voice is almost a growl when you cum around that torturingly long cock.

Dominance and prisoner play. König would love to tie you up and use you as his personal fucktoy. And not just for one session… But for a solid, good 24 hours.

He wouldn't tie you too tight, just enough to prevent you from escaping the bed while he goes about his day, drinks a beer or two, comes to you every few hours to either make sweet, slow love to you… or fuck you with pent-up lust.

You being tied and helpless like that makes König attentive and tender one minute, and needy and greedy the next. You never know how it's going to be when he walks through that door, all you know is that he's going to pump you full of his cum.

He stays to watch it ooze out of you – it's actually one of the main events of this whole show because it means he'll have to fill you up again soon. He might also give himself a fap if you look too used and miserable or if you beg for mercy and whimper that you're sore. It's no problem: he's more than happy to cover your body with his seed. He's merciful like that.

When the day is done, you're a mess – inside and out – and he's fucked you stupid more times you can count, giving you so many orgasms that you feel soft in the head. What's fun though is that the man himself is in no better shape: you notice his legs are shaking when he finally comes to release you, looking like he has lost more than a few brain cells due to breaking the Guinness record of fucking you and himself senseless.

If you ever want to fulfill this fantasy, you will receive abundant aftercare. And I mean abundant. Bathing, cooing, pampering, treats, praise, and cuddles galore!

Mirrors. Fucking you in front of a mirror is like watching the best porn ever. Anything with a reflection will do, as long as König can watch you come undone, helpless and needy for his cock while he gets to display his strength. This man will probably install a mirror to your bedroom ceiling without asking your permission, but he prefers doing you from standing, prefers to do the lifting and the work.

Ballet dancer from behind and a stand & carry variation of Nelson are his favorite positions when using mirrors. All you have to do is enjoy... and obey when he tells you to watch what he's doing to you. "Look at that... You like being fucked like this?" he pants in your ear with strain and love while you both can see just how much you like it – his cock is practically glistening from how wet you are.

I'm sorry, were you busy? God forbid if you're wearing a dress or a skirt while making an important call. It doesn't matter if you're sitting: König will approach you, gets on his knees and then starts to kiss his way under your skirt.

Good luck trying to concentrate on that call when there's a horny giant forcing his head under your cute little dress. Soon he's sniffing at your cunt and tries to pull your underwear aside with his teeth. Try keeping your voice normal when he actually succeeds and you feel the first lick sweep over your pussy, flat tongued and hot.

You don't dare to fight him or tell him to stop in the middle of your serious, official and important call, which means you can feel the smiles on your poor wet heat. Of course König notices you're starting to sound like you're half crying... It only spurs him on!

You're a bit disoriented and don't register it at first that this hulking man is already climbing on top of you. It's rare for him to beg, but as he continues to dry hump you and then forces his cock between your thighs in search of your wet heat, you can hear him whisper: "Engel? Bitte... I have to put it in. Don't say no…"

Somnophilia kink. Yep, he has it, because the more helpless you are, the more "loving" he gets. König loves to watch you sleep, safe and secure there in his bed and in his arms. He caresses you like you're the Sleeping Beauty and if you happen to sleep naked (like he always does, this guy is a bit of a nudist at home), his fingers soon drift down to tease your clit, his hips start to slowly grind against your leg until you stir.

Gangbang fantasies where he's the one doing all the banging. One of his fantasies is to have multiple women all to himself. König would never seek to fulfill these fantasies in a committed relationship, but when he was lonely and only had his hand to keep him company, König used to dream he could have a row of women waiting for him when he returned from a mission 🙄

Usually three ladies who all want to worship and touch him and tell him how big he is, how heroic he is. He will command them to all fours, and they obey happily, ready and willing to be used. He does these ladies from behind, switching between them until everyone, including him, is on the brink of an orgasm. In these fantasies he always makes those women cum first. No one can say our King lacks manners! (How cute that he's so sure of himself... Would König even have the willpower to switch from one pussy to the next, not to talk of outlasting three women? I highly doubt that.)

Or how about these girls getting on their knees to suck his cock? In König's desperate, lonesome fantasies, these cute ladies love him so much that they start to fight over who gets to take him in their sweet wet mouth. They will eventually solve the fight by forming a queue – every woman gets half a minute with their King before changing. The long seconds when his cock is bouncing there in the cold air, devoid of a warm mouth, are torture. But he would stand strong!

Our brave soldier falls asleep while imagining how these purring, warm babes would cling to him for warmth and cuddles. Everyone is happy and pleased and he has been loved and worshiped thoroughly. In truth he just came in one minute, then tries to curl into a fetal position in a bed far too small for him. Cooling down from the day's highs, this Goliath is all alone, his last thought being that if he could get just one real woman to admire and love him and hug him before they go to sleep together, he would be the happiest man in the world.

#answered #könig headcanons #könig x you #könig smut #some fluff here too #könig imagine #forgive me father for i have sinned #this turned out so filthy #i have to burn this blog change my name and move out of the country

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