Warnings: 18+, Mdni

Warnings: 18+, mdni

Imagine the way Miguel would fuck your boobs while lactating.

You would lie down while he kneels above you. His hard almost exploding dick squeezed between your pumped tits.

He would knead them, loving the way they feel in his hands.

He would take his dick and circle it around your nipple while squeezing them so that he can feel your warm milk directly on his cock.

Your chest coated in his precum mixed with your fresh milk. Making it easy for him to slide between them.

His eyes would switch between your eyes and chest, unable to decide where to look. The sight is enough for him to cum this second.

And if your OK with it, he would take a picture, asking you to hold your chest to get a good angle with your face.

He would say stuff like:

"Mami.... you don't know how good you are"

"So good for me, only for me, my pretty bebita"

"So full... ay coño... those tits are going to kill me"

"Do you like it? Do you like this when I use you however I want? Mi linda puta"

"Look at you... only for my eyes"

Before he cums he would order you to open wide and stick your pretty pink tongue out so that he can cover your beautiful face in his sticky white cum.

Afterwards he wouldn't clean up, instead he would stay like this, admiring you like a masterpiece.

🕸🕷

I need this man in my life pls

had to draw more flower crown Halsin/Niamh. Everyone in camp is screaming at them to get a room.

My new "it is what it is" motto

Dinner is ready 🍽️

Can you maybe write something with a Chubby Virgin reader that is really insecure about her body and nervous about losing her v-card? It can be with anyone you want, no pressure :D

CW: chubby fem reader, vague male character, smut

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He's laughing. You just told him your insecurities and he's laughing.

"I'm sorry," he chuckles, covering his mouth before rubbing his forehead. "I just can't believe it."

"What?" you ask breathlessly, certain that you'll cry within the next minute if he doesn't explain himself.

"Baby, look," he says, grabbing your hand, "I understand that you're nervous about having sex for the first time, and I'm never gonna force you to go forward with it if you're not ready, but you can't seriously feel that way about your body... right?" Your lip is wobbling by now.

"But I do! I do feel that way, and the fact that you're laughing—"

He shushes you gently, grabbing your other hand as well, giving both of them a squeeze.

"Don't. Don't be like that. I would never make fun of you for how you feel. It's just... I can't fathom how someone like you can feel so insecure about your body." You blink back your tears.

"What do you mean?" He huffs a laugh, pulling away before rubbing the back of his neck.

"You really want me to say it?" You don't respond. He eyes you for a moment, before sighing and leaning towards you. "Baby... I have wanted to fuck you since the moment I first saw you. You have no idea how sexy I find you. Your tits, your tummy, your ass, Jesus, don't even get me started on your thighs. Every inch of you is just so fucking tempting.

"Do you have any idea how many times I've jerked off thinking about you, how many times I've fantasized about having you beneath me, feeling your body against mine? Do you not realize what you do to me? Every little thing you do makes me chub up. The way you walk and talk and eat and laugh and act just sends me spiraling. I've never wanted a woman so bad in my entire life. The reason I don't pounce on you every chance I get is because I don't know if you're ready for it yet.

"But when you're finally ready? When you ask me to fuck you? Shit, I'm not holding back. I'm gonna go hog-wild on you. Gonna bend you all types of ways and fuck you so good. Gonna eat that pretty pussy till you're sobbing. Ain't nothing gonna stop me from making you cream and squirt all over my cock. And once I'm done ravishing you, I'm gonna cum deep inside you. Gonna make you all mine. Nobody's gonna make you feel as good as I do, ya understand?"

You stare at him, speechless. He swallows, clearing his throat and glancing away.

"But... yeah. That's how I feel about you."

Silence fills the room, weighing heavy on the both of you. He's about to apologize when you gently trace his wrist.

"Baby?"

He takes a deep breath.

"Yeah?"

You pause, looking up at him, soft and sweet.

"I think I'm ready."

He blinks, eyebrows raising.

"You sure? Because once I start, it's gonna be real hard for me to stop." You nod.

"Yeah. I'm ready. I want it."

His lips spread into a cocky grin and his hands find your waist.

"Shit, say less. I got you, baby girl."

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Might I request some a sort of drabble for Astarion (male) lover asking him to go slower during sex?

𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 | smutshot

pairing—astarion x m!reader warnings—smut, pwp, overstimulation, crying during sex, soft astarion, fluff, top!astarion, botttom!reader, slight teasing word count—359 rating—18+, smut under the cut

He holds you down, slender fingers curling into your skin as he thrusts into you. It had been a while since you’d last been together like this, since he’d even come asking. Whatever had kept him from you seemed to be gone now as he craved an intimate moment with you. Or, perhaps, he just needed to let off some steam.

You tried to speak but his name turned into a moan on your lips as he snapped his hips harshly into you again. It was all too much. Far too much.

He’d been pent up, clearly. So pent up, in fact, that he seemed to feel the need to pound you until you were red raw.

“Please… Astarion…” More moans fell from your lips, accompanied by the tears that began to spill from your eyes, “Slow down…”

Your arm had moved to cover your face which you turned to the side, almost inviting him to take a bite into your succulent neck. His face was buried into your skin almost immediately but the sharp sting of fangs piercing through flesh never came.

Instead, he kissed the skin of your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder. With each kiss, the time between each thrust became longer, more stretched out. He was trying so hard to slow down for you.

When he finally managed a slow, steady pace, he lifted his head and reached out and gently lifted your arm so that he could see your face. Then, he kissed the tears away from your eyes, your cheeks.

“Sorry, darling. It’s just been so long since I’ve had a taste of your exquisite body. I believe I got a little carried away. Don’t worry, I won’t let you tear.”

You rolled your eyes at his remark and wrapped your legs around him, pushing him deeper inside you. “Just… slower. Please?”

His lips curled into a smirk and he rolled his hips slowly out and then back into you. His forehead came to rest against your own, your lips meeting in a gentle kiss as he reached between you to toy at the tip of your cock. “Anything for you, my love.”