Thinking about Digger down on all four, ass in the air head buried in the pillow, with your big hands clamping down onto his fat ass cheeks, pressing down so hard you’re sure you’re leaving imprints on his skin, while painstakingly slowly pushing your cockhead past his puckered rim, watching the way his hole eagerly clenches down on your dick
Curses and complaints escape Digger lips with him telling you he can take it, no need to be gently with him, to just hurry up, please!
You know he absolutely hates this, always one to rush the prep, barley letting you slide a finger in to loosen the tight ring of muscles before he’s sinking down on your dick.
But you love taking your time with him, love to see how responsive he can be, love the grunts and groans that escape his lips as you slowly burry yourself deeper inside him, love the way he’s trying to buck his hips, ass turning red under your bruising grip, love the silence that falls over the room as you finally bottom out, thighs flush with his, sack practically kissing his ass.
But most importantly you love to hear the demanding tone bleed out of his voice, body visibly shaking under your touch while white knuckling the headboard.
“Want me to move?” You say with a smile on your face.
Digger’s voice sounds breathy and stained when he finally musters the strength to say“Please,”.
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Being in the forest, you’ve come across all kinds of things, people, beings. You, being one of them, a fairy, an olden one of your kind, the kin that’s far and few to find just lurking around. So you’re special, held in high regard to those who frequent your area of the forest, respected and highly praised. Most know to bow and smile without teeth when they see you, except for one.
He’s new, you suspect, with his too big green eyes and tilted head. He takes in every part of the forest, mumbling to himself, picks at his bottom lip. His hands rests on his hips, and you notice his chest is naked and his lower half is covered in thick, dense fur. It tapers off into shiny hooves that he taps into the soft grass, and you wonder when the last time you saw a satyr was.
He’s a pretty one, you think, with thick curly green locks and curious eyes. His ears are pointed and they twitch in your direction at your giggle when he trips over a tree root. His gaze swivels over to the flower you rest on, and he perks up at the sight of it, clumsily making his way to you.
Everything’s all giggles from you, until he picks up the flower you rest on, mouth opening as the flower comes quickly to his mouth. Before he can devour you, you screech at him, something in your old tongue that nobody in a thirty mile radius could understand. But he stops, pulling the flower back, his curious green eyes widening when he finally makes out your camouflaged body sitting prettily in the bud of the flower.
“Have you no manners?” You ask, voice a huff that makes the satyr’s head tilt in the other direction. He blinks a few times before his eyes widen in excitement, mouth dropping open as he takes you in.
“You’re a…” his voice delves off, as he realizes what kind of fairy you must be. One he’s only heard of in tales, ones that are as old as time. He can’t believe he’s seeing one in real time, much less almost eating one!
“Give me your name, and I’ll forgive your indiscretion.” You offer him, chin jutting out in his direction. He knows he shouldn’t, knows you guys are full of tricks, that he should only admire from afar. But you’re so pretty in that ethereal type of way, and so, so tiny in his hands, that he wonders just how much damage you could actually cause. So he bites the bullet, doesn’t even realize that with just a name, he’s sealed his fate.
“Izuku. My name is Izuku.”
Izuku, or Deku as he likes to be called, has become so subservient to you as the days go on. Carries you everywhere, despite your wings working perfectly fine. Feeds you the fruit from trees without a single complaint, bathes you in the lakes despite his face always turning so red.
He even touches you the way you like to be touched. Lets you stay in his palm, figure hidden behind thick trees, a patch in the openness of the forest where only you two reside. He holds his thickest finger above you, watches with intent vermillion eyes as you lay on your back in his palm, rubbing your tiny little clit all over the pad of his finger. He could crush you in this position, but all he can think of is how immoral it would be to kill an ancient fairy from trying to shove you on his too big cock.
And despite using his big fingers to get you off for so long, it still isn’t enough. He’s surprised, one dusky morning, when he enters that patch in the forest that’s become you guys’ special spot, and doesn’t find you sleeping on a leaf. No, instead, Deku finds someone who looks eerily like you, only bigger in size—so, so much bigger.
Your hair looks so soft and your skin glows an eery golden haze around it. Your wings look iridescent in the slithers of morning light, as they flap lightly when he enters the thicket. Your body is bare, and it only feels that much intenser when everything is so much bigger, so easier to see in the broadening of your skin.
Your eyes are devious, with a downright cruel smile. You stretch where you lay, yawning a little, flipping on your back as you look at Izuku upside down, body bare and on display. It makes him think back to how hard he would have to strain to look in between your legs, now looking away at just how clear everything is.
“It’s time to prove your usefulness to me, Izuku. Are you ready?” You ask in a voice so sultry, he thinks he might melt on the spot. He should’ve known better than to give an ancient fairy his name, knows he’s spellbound to you and your every wish for eternity. But a part of him wishes he only would’ve met you sooner.
“I’m more than ready.”
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We’ve All Night
** Just so everyone knows, this is Gale smut. There’s oral and fingering involved, so minors do not interact! **
Gale loves making you melt.
He loves the quiet moans that spew from your lips when finds that spot towards the base of your neck.
He loves how you fall into him when the two of you get carried away kissing and how, eventually, you always end up under him with your legs around his waist.
He loves how your fingers always find a way to his hair earning a groan from him.
Aside from in your arms, his favorite place to be is between your legs. He loves the feeling of your legs closing around his head, the rise and fall of your breasts, the arch in your back, and, most importantly, the mix of moans of pleasure and his name.
He loves when you start to grind against his mouth and the way one hand will reach for his while the other searches above you for something to grab.
He’ll kiss up your body, lingering on your breasts, then slowly up your neck, and finally your lips. He’ll moan into the kiss as your hands roam while he revels in your touch. He’ll wrap one arm around your waist while his other hand explores. He’ll go from caressing your thighs to finding your core.
Sensitive from the moment before, you immediately moan out. Your hand snaps to his wrist as your head falls back. As his fingers slide into you, he watches you. Beautiful, he thinks to himself finding his way back to your neck. As much as he’d like to kiss you, he’d rather hear your song uninterrupted. “You have no idea how amazing you are,” he mumbles in between kisses.
Your hand replaces its grip on his wrist with his hair and his eyes flutter shut. The sight of you coming apart in his arms, your touch, and your lovely moans almost feels like enough to push him over the edge.
“Gale, please.” You moan out as you arch into him. You pull his head towards you, begging for a kiss, and he happily obliges. The kiss is short lived when he slightly increases his speed. Moaning uncontrollably, you bury your face in his neck.
“Go ahead, my love. We’ve all night. There’s no need to hold back.”
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hey! i really miss talking to you, i hope you’re doing okay <333
Hey sweetheart. I really miss talking to you too, thank you for sending this, it put a smile on my face when I saw it❤️
I’m sorry I’ve been gone without any word. I’ve been in a really weird headspace recently and it feels like I’m always balancing between feeling great and feeling shit, and honestly talking to most people has felt like a massive challenge? I’m still feeling not great (having a bad day today I think) but I wanted to let you know that I’m okay and appreciate you checking in🫶🏼
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