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I was using a tiktok filter and it was that “what are you” it scrolled around and I got “BLTTOM DADDY” 🤣

The way this has me rolling because I want to see this as a fic/ oneshot 🤣

da vinci

pairing: dacre montgomery x male reader

summary: just the actor fawning over the abundance in your cultural capital.

request: @gayaristocrat YOU ARE THE VISUSLS BBY! thanks sm for your patience, plus the anon who also requested a while back, i hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing.

notes: happy pride! after FINALLY handing in my art coursework, this is my projection onto the character of the reader. never will i ever pick up another paintbrush - well…also officially finished my exams now so i am a slut for y’all’s requests! flood my inbox (but more importantly my hole) xx

song rec: naomi sharon - definition of love

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dating dacre was nothing short of a dream. he always made you feel so at ease. he loved how creative you were - the perfect match to his inner theatre kid. taking him to fashion exhibitions + poetry slams, and the actor inviting you to theatre shows, seeing the world through each others’ eyes made the time together even more precious. you first met at a ballet show. he had been dragged to see it by a few of his castmates, but was more so enjoying the bts view of you with the dancers. you were backstage fitting all the dancers and making sure they were all comfortable in what you styled. he managed to peek behind the curtain and saw your beautiful, so focused on draping the fabric of the lead’s skirt.

fuck, you were fine.

but he didn’t think much of it, just some cute guy, with beautiful eyes, who probably had a boyfriend. he took his seat and watched it with his friends. one of them was engaged to one of the dancers and so took dacre to the dressing rooms after the show. after introducing the two of you, y’all were practically drooling over each other. barely a word was said between you, but your hearts’ communicated greater feelings than mere speech ever could. they say love at first sight is something for the big screen, but your initial encounter rivalled the biggest stories of romance any writer could ever craft.

from that night, you practically were together, with the tabloids plastering the two of you holding hands, yachting in capri. the pop culture side of twitter was OBSESSED with your relationship to the actor and was in constant awe with how perfect you guys were for each other.

y/nsupremacy: you guys make my heart smile

user111: they’d make such cute babies

dacrefanclub6: sexiest couple on the internet

there was even a time where he had to do a nude scene in an upcoming blockbuster and the whole world saw how much your man was packing. in his press tour, the panel of interviewers didn’t shy away from your bf’s HUGE deal, some even made inappropriate comments.

‘god bless bottoms like y/n, he be taking that shit better than a pornstar’

‘poor y/n, how does that thing even fit?’

‘checks out…big booty bitches y/n deserves to be fucked by hung men.’

dacre was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable with the constant media comments on your thickness, but he had nothing to fear. you embraced it, you were said to have the best bod in fashion. as much as he tried to keep his life with you private, he lowkey wanted to let the world know that how much of a good boy you were for him.

dacre: ‘in all fairness i ain’t had any complaints from him so…’

dacre: ‘but…our neighbours definitely hate us.’ he remarks with a devilish grin.

everyone was rooting for your relationship, and what better way to show this than him enlisting the joint troops of your fandoms to surprise you whilst you were working in paris. he had gotten some time away from filming and decided to come and visit your atelier in paris. sprawled out on your desk, with needles and materials adorning the creative canvas of the room, he saw you hard at work. with the same vein poking through your forehead as the first time he laid eyes on your angelic physique, he could’ve fallen in love all over again.

‘hey babe’ he came up to you with flowers. ‘you look ravishing tonight’ rolling his r’s with a tenacity that made you smile. his tone always made you feel so safe.

‘i ain’t even dressed yet,’ you protest, dusting off the loose threads and sequins from your sweats. ‘you’re beautiful in whatever you wear,’ coming closer and gripping underneath your butt, ‘even prettier with less on.’ dacre quips as his lips tickle your ear.

‘dacre stop,’ you laugh out. ‘that giggle of yours is so infectious.’ he crashes his lips into you, the flowers dropping haphazardly onto the desk as he pushed his tongue deeper.

he was wearing the blazer you had designed for his birthday last year, paired with a pendant necklace with the first initial of your name on it. he looked so sexy. ‘can’t seem to keep my hands off off of you.’ he breathed, nudging his jacket off.

‘nuh uh, we have dinner reservations.’ nudging him away.

‘fuck. why’d you gotta be so damn sexy?’ he sounded aggravated but you pecked him again, ‘don’t worry, i am all yours tonight.’

taking you to the balcony of a quaint, parisian bistro, the chill of the capital’s air made the two of you even more enamoured, your hearts burning passionately. whilst eating, you got some sauce on the corner of your lips, as he pushes it back into your mouth. ‘gotta get you used to the feeling of a foreign object in your mouth before tonight, don’t i?’ dacre always loved being dirty in public and you made sure to satiate his exhibitionist kink.

after many glasses of wine, you made your way to the louvre. with your many contacts you managed to snag an after hours tour - solo. you were much more of a lightweight than your boyfriend (the man could drink like a pirate and be even more chipper than before) and you couldn’t walk in a straight line for more than a few metres. he let you go so he could see your figure and admire it from afar, but as soon as he saw you stumble, dacre’s hand on your waist guided you to safety and sobriety.

y’all ran throughout the museum, finally landing and kissing in front of the mona lisa. it was such a picturesque moment. the taxi ride back to the hotel was such a fever dream, y’all were all over each other, your chauffeur knew well to close the barrier and give you two some alone time.

‘have i ever told you how beautiful you are?’ he says slurring his speech.

‘tell me again…’ you implored.

‘the most beautiful boy in the world.’ he reassured, pulling you in as the city of paris lit up, illuminating your eyes.

you called him an ‘eager beaver’ as dacre stumbled the two of you into the hotel you were staying at. he grunts between kisses,‘you know you love me.’ serving you with another peck. he stripped your clothes as you followed suit with his own, leaving a chasm of fabric in the corner of the room.

only your shared jewellery was left to remove. you fell back seductively onto the mattress. as dacre crawled on top of you with a dark lust growing in his eyes, you pulled him by the pendant around his neck.

the muscular man laid atop of you, placing each hand on the bed at dip of your waist, using his palms as a fulcrum to steady himself. you glanced down to see the light reflecting off his abs as they danced on the curves of your body.

‘you’re so beautiful.’ he whispered, kissing your cheek and cupping your face.

he lifted himself from your figure, grabbing your thighs and placing your feet at either side of his head.

kissing your legs softly ‘so fucking soft.’ he moaned into your skin. his dick was throbbingly red, precum glazing his cock as he slowly thigh fucked you. he folded his arms around your plush knees, and kept that pace, your fingers grazing his cock head each time it escaped the warm walls of your inner thighs. to your annoyance, he kept this up for what felt like forever. halting, you felt his rock length graze your hole.

‘dacre, put it in already!’ you said with overstimulated passion, earning a snicker from your boyfriend.

knowing that you were beginning to grow impatient, he caresses the flesh of your abdomen. ‘look who’s eager now?’ he smirked.

shut up,’ stroking his happy trail with an endearment. you looked up at him and bit your lip. ‘I need you, please.’ his mouth agape at you ‘of course baby.’

he laced his fingers into yours. rocking slowly into you. his huge dick stretching you out slowly as the the dimly lit room made his ash blue eyes appear dark with lust.

‘fuck, have i missed this pussy’ rhetorically muttering. dacre began whispering sweet nothings into your ear:

‘you’re doing so well.’

‘taking it like my good little boy aren’t you?’

he made you so hot. lifting himself onto his toes, he angled himself directly into you, placing his entire weight on you. fucking down into your hole, your boyfriend was hitting nerves that had been neglected in his absence.

your sphincter began tightening around him, dacre knew what this meant - your release would soon follow. he started kissing your neck, and circled your left nipple with his thumb, goading your orgasm out of you as he started drilling a bit faster. dacre chased his own high begging you to finish with him whilst slurring his words.

‘take it, baby it’s all yours. UGHHHHH’ he busted strongly inside you. his big balls slapped at your butt one last time, reassuring both of you that he had seeded you deeply. you came all over his chest, as he chuckled.

‘love it when you paint me, that’s that sexy shit i like.’ he praised giving you an eskimo kiss to calm you from my high.

‘y/n,’ he whispered, big spooning you.

‘what’s wrong baby?’ you sounded concerned, cradling his hand.

‘nothing love, i just,’ he paused hesitantly.

you turned back to face him. ‘what is it? you know you can tell me anything.’

‘I just need you to know how much i missed you,’

‘oh dacre, you already did an amazing job showing me.’ You joke ‘I feel so…enlightened right now.’

he lets out a sad deep chuckle, turning to him and stroking his cheek ‘I missed you too.’

he gripped your waist, taking your words as a source of comfort. pushing his tongue down your throat.

‘ready for round two,’ you say, massaging his dick with your palm, getting him ready.

‘always.’ he affirms, spanking your ass and turning you over. the first round was very much for your pleasure and to let you know that he had truly craved your body.

but seeing your coke bottle body all splayed out for him? it was here that dacre’s beast was awoken.

‘ass up for me baby.’ he said guiding you to a more comfortable position. he massaged your thick cheeks and started eating you out. his large hands looked abysmally small in comparison to how juicy your ass was.

‘I ain’t gonna show you any mercy this time, you know the safe word, but i don’t think we’ll be needing it.’ he muttered, kissing down your spine before impaling you.

‘shitttt dacre, slow down.’

‘shut the fuck up and take that shit like the pretty, little cockwhore you are.’ dacre degraded, knowing how much you loved his dom/aggressive nature almost as much as his softer side.

dacre began going ham on your poor hole. he stood up as he began pulling you into him from the edge of the bed. with one hand crossed against your cheek and the other in his hair, he had to compose himself - else he come to quickly.

he fucked into you at a painfully quick pace, but it felt so good having him take control. dacre slutted you out almost unconscious for a bit and you were brought back to earth as he hit your second hole.

‘fuck baby,’ ‘I will never get tired of that ass.’ he said watching your thickness bounce against his abs. you started becoming more active, pushing back onto him for a heightened pleasure.

‘shake it for daddy, theeeere ya go, that’s MY shit baby. FUUUUUUUCK.’

‘oh god, your dick is so good, dacre.’ you moan out , which is enough to send him over the edge.

he came as your ass halted at his base. tightenibg around him he started breathing falteringly. ‘baby d-don’t do that, shiiiiit.’ he started leaking like a faucet. trying to thrust inside with some rhythm (to no avail), he collapsed on top of you.

‘I love you so much.’ you say breathlessly.

‘the feeling is so mutual babe.’ he kissed into your skin.

‘y/n, you’re so fucking wet,’ he spoke under his breath. still inside that filled pussy of yours, his cum and your slick provided a juicy lubricant. as he pulled out, the cum oozing out of your wrecked hole pooled into his pubes and on the duvet cover. the two of you were completely oblivious to the mess, and cuddled in the filth you’d created - a filth you were looking forward to adding to in the morning.

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bisexualbigboybf! x THICC!male reader

summary: manifesting my future husband

notes: THANKS FOR 1k ppl dem! BEEN IN DRAFTS FOR A WHILE. i think there needs to be some more love + appreciation for bi men and big boys so i amalgamated the two. not a fetish y’all, just a preference, they be taking care of my inner princess and for that i will ALWAYS be grateful. a lot of feminisation in this one so tread carefully. it’s a lil messy (jumps in tenses and stuff like that) but i litch couldn’t focus without getting too excited. ENJOY MY HEARTS.

song rec: normani - big boy (feat. starrah)

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your big boy bf didn’t think he had a chance with you at first, nor did he even want one. at first he hated you, watching how all the other men in your life were one flirty conversation away from having a piece of your juicy ass, and how the girls envied and coveted your thick hourglass figure. your sweet personality sickened him ; you made sure to give them your gym routine and your diet, being the beauty guru you were. but what he realised, was not that he hated you, but that he hated not having you. when he realised this, he needed you, more than anything.

you embodied a refreshing style of hyper femininity that made you all the more attractive to your bi man. seeing your body in its thick glory made him love himself more. how your belly added to your voluptuous figure, your plump cheeks, and fleshy muscle surrounding your chest and thighs, he was mesmerised by your form. you were, in his eyes, divine. little did he know that you had fallen first; his broad shoulders, strong biceps and pudgy belly practically had you ovulating. your gigantic teddy bear, standing at a foot taller than you, had a heart of gold and this protective aura around him, enamoured you.

when you debuted your relationship online, you were met with a flurry of mainly positive responses. yeah sure there were the odd few denouncing your femininity and body shaming y’all, but you ignored them because you don’t have to convince the world that you’re THEE baddie b and your man is the sexiest mf to ever exist.

luvagoalz: they are literally the embodiment of the wattpad height difference. I NEED.

user222: y/n getting dicked down DAILY by a giant is so girlboss of him.

sza: bestie got himself a big boy - y/n send me the deets for the wedding.

your bf is a huge gym rat and when you two became exclusive, your already voluptuous figure became all the more defined with his help. you were flawless. you love seeing him in the gym, sweating as the veins in his forearms pop out making him look so attractive. he definitely enjoys your company there, teasingly rubbing his bulge against your ass and face when no one was watching. his exhibitionist kink goes crazy seeing how beautifully your workout clothes hug your butt and cinch your waist. he used to be slightly insecure about his stretch marks but after a cool down session, and you complimenting them like lightning bolts imprinted on his skin, he felt superhuman. you always knew what to say to make him feel better.

he’s so protective of you. always sleeps on the side closest to the door and isn’t afraid to send someone to hospital if they even look at you the wrong way, or in a manner he doesn’t like. in his mind he’s seeded you and you’re literally carrying his kids and thus it’s his responsibility to protect you. it’s almost primal. he isn’t controlling or anything, but finds it incredibly important to remind you that with him you are completely safe.

they say the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and boy was that the case during your talking stage. it was perfect; you love to cook and so he’s more than happy to try your baked goods. your boyfriend loves his sleep on the weekends and so in true house husband fashion you often prepare breakfast in an apron with your thick cheeks hanging out from behind. one day he woke up to the sweet smell of you making his favourite. groggily stumbling into the kitchen, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, long dick swinging out of his briefs as he advanced towards you.

‘good morning love.’ his deep voice sent shivers down your spine as he kissed the words into your neck. he held onto the groove of your hips, caressing your lower back with the tip of his index finger and watched as you writhed beneath him. ‘babe, what are you doing up? you need your sleep, you’ve been working so hard lately.’ you said, breathing haphazardly as he ground himself into you. ‘i missed you. and i want my morning kisses.’ beginning to untie your apron he turned you around, and removed the lace from around your neck. hiking you up on the table top, the heat of your bare ass, that his dick previous massaged into you, was cooled by the granite. you wrapped your legs around him, as your hands stroked his beard. wiping that shit eating grub off of his face, your lips came closer to his own, as you could feel his heartbeat in his throat - this man is so in love with you. the kiss lasted quite a while, precum staining the opening of his boxers and pooling on your thighs. you knew that you were about to be fucked dumb and so you turned of the hob to avoid burning the house down. the fire inside y’all was more than enough to keep you going.

your man doesn’t fully realise his own strength. he was very hesitant to have sex with you for a while and mostly stopped at groping you before his dick got too hard to ignore. so, for your first time, he had to refrain literally ripping your clothes to get to the prize of your nudity. he absolutely loves seeing you (try to) deepthroat. the reason? his size kink goes insane when you attempt to take his gigantic package. this man is LONG and GIRTHY, capable of splitting you in half and abusing all your spots with ease. the veiny sausage he’s packing could do some serious damage but he held back when it came to your first couple times with him.

he always takes time to ensure that your safe and comfortable. initially his size intimidated you, your mannerisms connoting your subtle anxiety. he kissed the fear out of you, reassuringly saying, ‘you know I would never do anything to hurt you.’

your boyfriend is the KING of consent, always ensuring that you want his big cock just as much as he wants to feel the warmth of your boy pussy. one day whilst he was working from home, he noticed you squirming like an omega in heat. he sighed and smirked. ‘d’you want me to fuck you?’ he burst out. already used to his blunt disposition, you nodded. advancing closer towards you, staring down at the desperation in your face, he stroked your hair. ‘use your words y/n, i wanna hear how badly you want it.’ his charisma practically had you high. ‘I need you, please.’ you began to undo the string that held up his joggers, as he removed his tshirt. ‘i can never say no to my baby boy.’ he smiled, pants bunching at his ankles as he slowly railed on the edge of your shared bed.

he encourages you to take him fully each time, praising you because no one else had been able to take him past halfway. ‘i know baby, i know, do it one more time for me.’ he said endearingly, wiping the tears from your face as his dick invaded your throat.‘THERE IT ISSS UGH FUCK! i love your mouth.’ he cooed.

equally, your bf is the only man you’ve been with that’s been able to satisfy you sexually. you steered clear from all the men who were only interested in your body and not your heart and so you had very minimal experience outside of toys and your hands. the few you may or may not have been with were damn near clueless. on the other hand…your man has had plenty of hoe phases. it sly bugged you how he’d been intimate with a greater number you could’ve imagined but all that disappeared when he first made love to you. the best thing about him is that he can handle allat that ass. despite the clear size difference this doesn’t stop you from being a FREAK. He even encourages it. loving your thick globes of ass flesh kiss his lower belly as you push back and twerk all over his dick. his favourite part of your shape are your hips. he wants to breed you full of his children.

whenever he says ‘fuck yeah baby, back that shit up.’ it sends you orbital. it’s well known that the two of you share a huge affinity for doggy. the way you stroke his pudginess while he rails you in that position has become a safety mechanism - one that he has learnt to make the experience all the more enjoyable. with one hand holding you up (realistically struggling to, under the sheer passion of his fucking) and the other one bent behind your back fingering his belly button. his huge dick borderline tears you open and by grabbing onto him makes you feel safe. he usually recognises that it’s getting a bit too much when your moans become screams, and you get tighter. and as much as he loves seeing you overstimulated and fucked out on his cock, he doesn’t wanna break you (completely). so he slows down, soothing your pain with sweet nothings and his large hands massaging your ass cheeks.

for him personally though, he loves to smush you underneath his weight. in prone bone, he has direct access to your ear, whispering words of affirmation but degrading you with the grip of his arms around your neck. his beard hair softly touching your cheek, causing a wave of bliss to hit you, always gets him going. he knows you love hearing him praise you; his grunts are so delectable, a symphony with the percussion of him clapping tf outta your cheeks. as you whine like a lil bitch, they become guttural, like an alpha in his rut. the carnal passion of your heavier and rougher sessions reveal a callous side to his possessive nature. dangerous how much it turns you on.

words can’t really describe how much you love his stomach, happy trail adorning his belly, and riding him offers you the opportunity to see allat that on a platter. his smirk as he tries to contain his excitement that your his and only his.

on the topic of eye contact, you’re favourite mutual position is definitely missionary - your bf adores every inch of you. how your body becomes compliant. your hole crafted to take his big dick. the way it pierces through the walls of your pussy, massaging your gumminess. he sometimes drools from how lost he can be in the experience. ‘take my cock, yhhh baby, fuckkkk.’

slowing down his jack hammering pace, he’d lean forward with his low hanging balls rutting into you agonizingly slow.

‘you like that shit, huh baby? yeah? loving on my dick so well.’ whispering as he begins to mark your collarbone. then moving upwards onto your neck, massaging your previously pummeled throat as you looked up, desperate to kiss him. he exhales into your mouth, breathing life into you that he had taken away with his hard thrusts. his softness escaped as quickly as it arose, thrusting his entire load into you.

‘shit’ you scream as he laughs hoarsely, the rasp in his voice a melting honey.

in the same position, you love his cum face. something about how his eye and nose scrunch as he pants and grunt deeply. his beard ticking your chin. it also allows him to be vulnerable with you. he would hold your head cradling it with an affection rivalled only by how sweetly his tip kisses your prostate with each lengthy thrust. when he first enters, he’s checking to see if your okay, if you want more lube. you say no. legs just above his hips, you bring your hand to stroke his beard as he concentrates on directing his dick in a way that doesn’t make him cum immediately upon re entry.

‘i love you.’ you say getting all emotional from how well he’s treating you. ‘I love you too y/n.’ he leans down for more kisses as your hand now snakes around the back of his head.

he stops, letting you catch your breath, playing with your hair and caressing your face lovingly. your arms drop immediately at the warmth of his touch. he lifts and cradles your head, a delicacy opposing his rough demeanour.

‘I fucking love you,’ your bf grunts, placing forehead kisses, panting, as he starts moving faster. your legs now wrapped tightly around his abdomen like a vice. he plants both hands behind your head, balling his fists at either side of your head to create the perfect foundation to fuck you hard. brings one of his hands to cradle your hair and to bring your head closer to his. your temples meet ensuring that you’re so close and intimate. the man brings his body up, still inside you, collects your legs together, one leg on each shoulder holding onto the thick flesh of your upper thighs, allowing you to adjust, before toppling over onto you again to get deeper inside your pussy. later, moving his hands up to behind your knees, his rugged fingertips grip the flesh of your hamstrings.

your boyfriend brings his fingers up to stroke your cheeks and remove the hair sticking to your face. he’s growling at his need to go ham, but he exercises self-control as a means to take care of you. however, what he doesn’t realise is that his painfully slow strokes transport you to a utopia of bodily ecstasy.

he ABSOLUTELY loves seeing the imprint of his girthy cock in your stomach, pressing down on it to add to your respective pleasures. and when you both reach the top of the mountain, the visual of you being completely fucked out on his huge pole, as it protrudes through your stomach which is now decorated with your own personal release, makes him wanna rail you again. and again. until you pass out or his dick becomes limp. the latter would never happen because wherever you are, that cocks gonna be UP.

aftercare is so underrated with him. in his past relationships, it was usually a hit and quit it situation - his words not mine. thus he didn’t really know what to do at first. he’s so used to hookup culture, that he never bothered. but with you, he knew he had to change; one, because he knew you’d never let him near you again if he didn’t take care of you, but mainly two, because you were his and he had a responsibility to cherish you. considering you literally couldn’t walk and body was limp, your man needed to ensure you were taken care of. though he always reassures you, you make sure to do the same. the first time you spooned him he slept like a baby. BIG BOYS NEED CUDDLES TOO Y’ALL.

he gets really apologetic, constantly asking ‘did I go to rough.’ as he massages the bruises on your hips. sometimes feels guilty that he fucks you too hard. You put his mind at ease telling him that you do like it. your bubble butt and tight hole were made to take his cock.

this still doesn’t stop him from confessing to you; ‘baby, I’m so sorry.’ he kisses your skin. ‘when I see that ass if yours jiggle, it drives me crazy, I just can’t stop.’ it often leads to him overcompensating. as the his cum seeps out of your obliterated cunt. he just wants to make you feel safe. the same safety he feels when he’s with you.

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pairing: surfer!bf x THICC!male reader

summary: oh, how i need a tall, curly headed goofball…

notes: HOPE MY LOVELIES ARE DOING WELL. trying to get through my requests, but this was a personal one of mine. slowly but surely y’all! as summer is coming to an end, it was SO necessary for me to feed my hot girl delusions at least a couple more times. also, enjoy the new style i have been experimenting with!

song rec: they. - diamonds and pearls

album rec: sabrina carpenter - short n sweet (my girl sabz ate so hard with this project, i just wish it was released in early aug so she could’ve rly CONQUERED summer 2024) THEE POP PRINCESS!

brief background:

your boyfriend was raised with a silver spoon; he’d never had to work a day in his life and everything he ever wanted, he got. well, everything except you. throwing money to impress people had worked on all of his other childhood crushes, but not you, which made him all the more determined to prove to you he wasn’t just some fuck boi the media painted him out to be. his family owned the richest resort in the carribean, and had hotels in every mega city worldwide. but wherever they travelled to, your man was never too far from a beach. call it fate, but the sea would always lead you back to him. it was where he first laid eyes on you; reading a very lengthy novel as you laid on the sand, watching your friends play in the water. after their surf practice, your mutual friends introduced the two of you and you were SMITTEN - but you couldn’t show your interest too soon. he too was whipped, and didn’t take nearly as much effort to hide it, practically drooling whilst staring at you. his mates would constantly ridicule him for his dazed expression around you, and he could never hear the end of the new nickname ‘bambi boy’ you gave him because he looked so cute when he was flustered. after weeks of regular conversation and a couple walks on the beach, he officially asked to be your boyfriend and you said yes.

when it came to finally introducing you to his family, they loved you almost as much as he did. he was the youngest of six and so he got the privilege of this. his parents especially were wishing y’all would stay together. they believed you were the perfect match for their goofball of a son.

core memory sfw:

the first time he said ‘i love you’ with TRUE meaning; you were always worried that you were just one fuck away from being forgotten, but your man made sure to constantly affirm his love for you. he brought you the biggest bouquet of your favourite flowers, and stood outside in the pouring rain, playing a mixtape he’d made for you. it was genuinely a scene out of a film, he was your knight in shining armour (a hawaiian shirt and matching shorts) and it was then that you knew that you guys were endgame.

core memory nsfw:

to say your bf loves your body is an understatement. the way he’s hooked on your body, some might say it’s borderline unhealthy. he’s so handy and keeps his hands on your ass all the time. whether it’s a spank, watching it jiggle as you walk away from him, or a full on grip as his pulls you onto his dick, he’s a man that would gladly die between your cheeks. one time during dinner you wore a wrap skirt paired with a tank top, paired with a thong that was peeping out enough to make your man’s eyes pop out of his head like a cartoon character. as his jaw dropped, practically salivating at the sight of your body moving closer to him, you picked it up and giggled, stroking his chin endearingly. for the entire meal he was practically sat right next to you, breathing in your luscious skin. ‘boy, you better calm down, we have company.’ you giggled. ‘fuck bby, how can you say that when you look good enough for me to eat?’ he whispered into your ear, trying not to bring too much attention. before you knew it you were face down, ass up and your thong was pulled to the side, as he used it as a pseudo leash keeping your pussy bouncing on his cock.

your favourite thing about him: his oddball nature.

as much as it can annoy you that he’s always cracking jokes, leaving no room for respite, your bf never fails to bring joy to your life. as the life of the party he’s always bringing that much needed energy to the dull world of his mostly corporate family. whether it be seeing you hollering at some unhinged thing he’d said, or watching him (ironically) fuck the smile onto your lips, you can tell that comedy is who he is, and you wouldn’t change your weirdo for anything.

his favourite thing about you: how artistic you are.

almost impossibly, it makes your boyfriend fall in love with you even more seeing your creativity flourish. you’re always making him jewellery out of the shells and stones you find. he loves to wear them, it gets you going when you see the necklace you made for him swing back and forth as he fucks into you. or when you feel the cold of his rings and bracelet on your waist as he holds you in position to fuck you even harder. he’s so proud of you.

his insta post: mostly just him showing off his good looks (we love a cocky man around here) and his beach flix.

surfer!bf my face is his favourite seat.

y/n: that big dick is a very close second though.

tinashe replied: @y/n, you a nasty girl fr.

sabrinacarpenter replied: @y/n girl, need you on that bed chem remix. about to do some damage…in a good way x

your insta post: almost always pictures of your creations; you like to keep your relationship with him private, that’s YOUR man, and you can get very possessive.

y/n feel free to add to your pinterest boards.

surfer!bf: baby you’re so talented 🩵

viviennewestwood: so excited to see your next collection!

surfer!bf: i love you.

y/n replied: @surfer!bf aw, i love you too babes!

plans for the future!

being with one of the greatest surfers in the world, definitely came with some amazing perks.

marriage:

oh, he’s 100% thought about it, and would definitely be the one to propose. the free spirit in him doesn’t need a piece of paper to prove that he loves you, truly. But would totally be your husband if you let him x

children:

your surfer!bf ABSOLUTELY WANTS TO HAVE A FAMILY WITH YOU! sees himself as the best father and y’all would have the cutest kids ever.

tag list:

@gayaristocrat

@multireese

@malereadermaniac

@lysanderplume

@ghostking4m

Soobin ×bottom male reader

Smut audio 🔊🔞 WEAR HEADPHONES

Soobin is so busy with concerts and tours that he even forgets he left a need and horny bf at home alone.To make things worse he hid all the vibrators and dildos, lucky you, you found one and it wasn't enough so you decided to call him while you were fucking yourself with a dildo

So let's all pretend Felix is top I know it's hard to accept but lets all pretend he is cuz I seriously want him to top me

Back to our question Wat kind of top would u think he could be

Heyyy I really love ur work and I find u a very hardworking writer!!! Hope u are feeling good today<3

Can you do Sfw and Nsfw (mostly Nsfw) headcanons of top!gray fullbuster x male reader please🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾

Top Gray fullbuster x male reader sfw and nsfw head cannons

A/N I’m glad you like my writing and I hope you’re having a good day too! Now on a side note though I haven’t watched fairy tail since 2021 so I hope I made his character accurate and I hope you enjoy :}

Sfw

Gray is the type to be really possesive not really liking you to hang out with others but he would be the type to silently mope about it not admitting it to you because of his pride.

Gray also secretly loves your physical affection he just won’t admit it not wanting to seem weak or anything infront of others but when the two of you are alone he gets very flushed and enjoys all of your clingy behavior.

Gray likes teasing you even in public he’s the type that’s very confident and does his best to make you flushed taking it to his pride being able to make you act like that.

NSFW

Gray loves oral he has this obsession with your spit loving how messy you get giving him head drives him mad seeing you bobbing your head up and down trying not to gag as your eyes tear up.

Gray also likes pulling on your hair he always finds a way to do so whether it’s you face down ass up getting back shots as he grips your hair or it’s him holding your hair guiding your mouth on his cock.

Grays favorite position is reverse cowgirl he loves being able to grip and slap your ass watching you ride him bouncing up and down on his cock whining and drooling as he squishes your pecs from behind rubbing and pulling at your nipples till they swell and you bite your bottom lip all teary on his cock gasping.

Gray is into light sensation play he likes ice being used on you, he likes taking something so cold running it down your chest til he reaches your groin leaving you trembling so sensitive to the cool that your stomach rises and falls rapidly. It makes him feel truly in control bringing his possessive side over you out.

I request tecchou x bottom male reader and tecchou has a breeding fetish

Tecchou x bottom male reader breeding fetish imagines ~

Imagine Tecchou who holds one hand on your hip the other on your ass cheek as he pulls them apart thrusting forward as his tip presses dead on your prostate adding steady pressure to it as you lay face down ass up face in the pillows mindlessly drooling as your rim greedily try’s to sucks more of his cock in, clenching and unclenching as your body try’s to milk him subconsciously earning a grunt from him.

Imagine Tecchou who cums inside you multiple times with sex never ending unless your hole is gaping and puffy with your inner bud all pink and puffy oozing his cum as you twitch and spasm all fucked out making him happy swing you all “well bred” by him.

Imagine Tecchou who holds you up your thighs spread wide and your body off the ground with your legs to your chest gasping as his cock plunges in and out of you as he uses you as his personal weight and flesh light pumping load after load into you leaving your insides a slimy mess as your nose scrunches up in pleasure and overstimulating with him not stopping til his thrusts begin to burn fucking you til your insides go raw and tender.

Imagine when you’re in the shower after sex trying to wash all the cum out of you so you don’t leak, Tecchou being all unhappy at his work going to waist as he grips your hips pulling you to him in the shower poking your sore rim with his cock head as it twitches signaling he’s about to start all over breeding you again as he bends you down holding your wrists as he pins them behind your back holding them as he fucks you in the shower with the sound of wet skin slapping making your cheeks all red from his hips as you groan out all wide eyed as his cock stretches your deepest parts.

Imagine Tecchou coming back from a mission with his fellow hunting dogs but his gift only being a pastel buttplug in your favorite color so you don’t ever have to “waste” anymore of his cum after sex, the thought of you walking around carrying his load inside of your belly making him go feral at the thought of breeding you and knocking you up despite him knowing you’re a man making it impossible for you to get knocked up….but he’ll keep trying!

Imagine tecchou being tired from his missions but still wanting to fuck you, having a lazy night of riding with you on top of him rocking your hips nice and slow as he lays against the headboard with both hands on your hips just grinding as he releases load after load inside you as it coats his cock making wet squelches with every lift of your hips having your ass cheeks all smeared with his cum getting it all over his hips pleasing him as you ride him making a mess of his semen leaving you fully stuffed and your belly all bloated for the night.

idk what u do but maybe NSFW satrou gojo x bunny boy? Like the toji one, just with gojo ^_^

Gojo with a bunny boy reader head cannons ~ ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

Gojo is the biggest fan of eating your ass, he leaves you bend over any and every surface with your thighs spread and your bunny tail wiggling as his tongue pushes past your bud, he’ll hold your ass cheeks groping at them and punching them roughly as he keeps nudging his face deeper between your cheeks making sure his tongue plays around teasing your gummy like walls while grunting out “taste so sweet you dumb rabbit”

Gojo will be the one to call you a rabbit even after you tell him you’re a bunny hybrid insisting “there’s a difference!” But he doesn’t care he loves the way you look at him all riled up and angry of the smallest things and without hesitation he always says “both have ears and a tail?~”

Gojo who enjoys gripping hold of your bunny ears tightly when he’s fucking you, holding your head up as you blabber and drool, lips pouting your nose all scrunched and twitching dumbly while his cock pounds into you over and over making sure he uses his other hand slapping your asscheeks red. “What’s wrong? Is my bunny boy to fucked out to speak? Tsk stupid little rabbit aint’cha”

Gojo likes playing around with your cotton tail, you two could be laying on the couch doing nothing sexual and this man will reach his hand down into your boxers and just start pulling and massaging at your tail making sure to watch the tent in your pants as it bulges making you frown all flustered with your bunny ears laying flat on your head, and Gojo knew he always knew as soon as your bunny ears laid down what came next.

Gojo is the type of man when he’s fucking you and you reach the point of overstimulation, this man has a field day with it. “C’mon I thought bunny’s had high stamina?~” he taunts you with your knees bent to your chest him holding you in a mating press and not giving you one break as his cock holds your rim stretched wide for so long it starts to burn making your pleasure mix with pain.

Gojo will suck you off til you see stars, one hand groping your ass cheeks and the other pulling on your cotton tail with his face buried in your groin letting his spit coat your fluffy pubes while he looks up at you with his blue eyes thoroughly enjoying how your eyes clench shut and your hands fumble to grip at his hair as soon as his tongue starts flicking your slit all you can do is moan out “t’much go—jo~!”

Gojo being the mighty curious man that he is often times wonders do you go into “heats” like a real bunny does? And to his delight you actually do. Expect to never leave the bed unless for a bathroom break or to get water because this Mann isn’t letting you free til your out of heat if anything he lives the excuse for more sex, he pretends he’s “mating” with you or “knocking you up” despite knowing you are a man that cannot get pregnant but the sight of you in such a horny state like that makes him go feral.

Gojo isn’t the best with aftercare but he does try and be more sensitive with how he treats your bunny parts. Specifically how he treats your tail and ears, he likes cleaning the bunny tail the most he loves watching it fluff back up like a cotton ball after your showers. He’s the man that washes the bed sheets while you clean yourself up in the shower but most the time he ends up in the shower with you.

Feral nights ~! (Woverine x bottom male reader) ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

WC:. 2.7K

Tags: slight knife play(his claws) hair pulling, spit as lube, little to no prep(ass eating is the prep), cabin sex, slight A/B/O dynamics(Logan has ruts) scenting, marking, nesting, feral Logan, age gap (reader is twenty five and Logan is forty four), younger male reader, ass eating, and aftercare ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

A/N this was just a personal smutty one shot for my depraved self after seeing the Hugh Jackman wolverine movies<33

Just moving to a rundown cabin wasn’t your big dream after college to say the least, and here you were a twenty five year old man unpacking boxes from the back of your car and into the little cabin you had bought. Looking over your shoulder across the lake you see another cabin with a man standing outside. One of the main things that stuck out was his excessive body and facial hair, how his hair cut looked like two wolf ears of you squinted from afar, you heard that the cabin across from you was where the wolverine lived but you didn’t think much of it.

Looking away quickly as you scurry off into your cabin trying to not think nothing of the man while you settle into your cabin, the weeks to follow ever since the first glance of eye contact you can’t deny there is tension and what you’re reading as upset from the brooding man but was actually sexual but it’s not your fault he was a hard men to read.

Later that evening you just finished setting up your room, right as you were about to move onto the next part of the cabin to set up you see through your bedroom window Logan outside in his front yard chopping wood in his signature flannel. You stood paralyzed unable to do anything but watch how the older man’s biceps flex when he swings his axe, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows giving a peak of his arm hair making you wonder about what the rest of his body must look like.

Chewing on your bottom lip until he looks up from what he was doing making your eyes meet. You soon close your curtains and get out of view of the window all embarrassed pushing it aside and moving on to the res of your cabin as you go and start setting up more.In the weeks you’ve been in your new cabin after that incident you’ve only ran into him a handful of times in the only grocery store around the small town or when you wave at him from across the lake only returning with a grunt and a little nod before he goes back to chopping wood.

The day went normal, long day and seeming longer nights in this area. That was until you seen from the bedroom window of the cabin, your Logan walking towards yours, confused how he even made it across the lake you walk towards the front door opening it up all confused wearing a random shirt you had designated to nightwear and a pair or pajama pants with a video game character from a random game you played on them.

“Can I help you sir?…” murmuring out as you look up at Logan “I see the way you’ve been lookin at me bub” he grumbles out nearly heaving all pressed to the door frame of your cabin doorway nearly towering you over.

“What?, I didn’t know I was looking at you any sorta way sir…” You speak out almost like you were teeth to convince yourself that, while you haven’t been admittedly looking at him you couldn’t deny you always thought he was attractive, he’ll he was the face that flashed in your head when you reached your climax and you were ashamed of that fact. “Don’t lie bub, I seen how ya look at me through yer window, eyin me up N’ down like that” he speaks unconvinced with his accent peeking through the words he spoke.

“Just tell me what you’re doing here this late sir?” You don’t bother denying further just giving a sigh as you look up at Logan although you never caught his name, you never really spoke enough to ask it. “Logan, just call me that, I’m not your ‘sir’” Logan huffs as you look down at him noticing a bulge throbbing between his muscular thighs making a sticky spot of pre cum in his sweat pants, despite the cold weather he wore a tank top half opened with a flannel jacket you thought only a lumberjack would wear.

“You never answered my question Logan?” You raise a brow trying to seem firmer than you really were when you spoke. His nostrils flare a little when he sees your neck craning up to him making a audible groan leave his lips not waiting any further “always teasin me with them little f’ckin smiles and waves actin like a slut round me” he grabs you up the door behind him in your apartment slammed shut as you feel his face in your neck with his canines nibbling at your Adam’s apple “I wasn’t teasing you I was being a good neighbor—“ your voice cut off by your hand gripping and pulling at his hair making him let out what you thought were growls?

Pulling you all the way through the cabin with him eager to get you in a bed, him in the middle of rut going nearly insane from the smell of you. When he lays you down in the bed you look up at him confused why he was using all the pillows and blankets to surround you like a bird in its nest. “What are you doing?” You manage to speak out looking up at him when you start pulling your pajama pants down kicking them off past your ankles trying not to focus too much on his hairy pecs when he gets undressed “boxers off face down and ass up bub”

“Fine, fine” you muffle out as you roll over onto your stomach planting your knees in the mattress not even bothering to take off your shirt as you shove your face in the pillows wracking one hand back to pull your boxers down for him, your asscheeks exposed with your hole hidden between them making you shiver a little when you feel a rough hand pressed to your ass cheek pulling them apart showing off your pink bud as it winks at him.

Your cheeks reddening when you feel him leaning down his breath hot agaisnt your sensitive furl “don’t go shy on me now bub” he heaves out a little hurrying his face between your cheeks using his tongue eating you out like a starved man moving his jaw with his hands kneeling your ass cheeks til red making your cock press to your lower abdomen making it leak precum.

“Fuck Logan—“ you groan biting agaisnt your pillow making your eye go wide when you feel a sharp sizzle on your hips feeling his claws poking from his knuckles from how tight he gripped hold of your ass not letting you move as his tongue pushes past your rim licking and lapping your inner walls as his canines pinch at your inner asscheeks. “Mh- tastes so f’ckin good bubs”

Logan keeps pinching your asscheeks like a cat pawing at its bed with his claws barely poking from his knuckles poking your hips making shallow scratches while his tongue fucks your hole giving your inner walls a harsh lick. “Lo-gan keep doing that~” a mewl leaves your lips trying to press your thighs together failing as his head keeps them open.

“Hold still f’me” murmuring as his tongue works against you rim having your cock all hard between the bed and your stomach as you bite into the pillows arching your back and pressing your ass further into his face while your hands tug the corner of the sheets. Your hips loosely dripping blood from where his claws cut you, “can’t take it any more bubs” a rigid grunt escapes Logan as his spit runs down your thighs from the way he sloppily ate your ass.

“Fck’me logan~” you whine laying now almost as desperate as he was easing your ass as much as you can arching your back like a cat not even thinking of the pain your tender hips and asscheeks feel “I plan on it..” his hands move off your ass cheeks after delivering each one a harsh slap gripping your hips as he flips you back over on your back pulling the pillow from your mouth “ain’t you so fck’n hard bubs?”he murmurs pulling his sweatpants off revealing no boxers with his cock hard covered in brown pubic hair leaking precum from his tip as he leans down between your thighs pressing his lips on yours practically eating your face off making you feel his beard scratching at your chin.

Your cocks pressed together between both of your stomachs rubbing as he rocks his hips forward in a humping motion kissing you between grunts holding hold of your hips where his claws broke skin “ready fer me?” He huffs out moving his hand down further to your thigh while he lifts one of them up on his hip before hoisting it up on his shoulder making his cock snake between your cheeks nudging your rim teasingly but never pushing in.

“I’m- ready Logan” you nod hazily batting your lashes up at him nosing a little too eagerly hook your other leg around his hip while he slides his hand down your thigh rubbing your ankle with his other hand placed firm on your hip “fck—yer so tight bubs” a pant leaves his lip when he pushes his cock into you with it resting heavy agaisnt your prostate making you arch your back biting on your lip looking up at him “oh—hm!” A moan escaped your throat as you feel his hairy stomach pressed down on your cock while he lays on top of you bending your body in half using his hands to hoist up your other thigh for a better shot at your prostate.

“Fuuck” a long groan escapes Logan’s mouth as he grunts shoveling his face in the side of your neck using his canines to bite at it holding your ankles tightly as he starts to circle his hips fucking you into the sheets making your hand move from the bedsheets to his hair “m—more Logan” you spoke right in his ear all whiny and high pitched with your bud trying to clench tighter around him harshly as your gummy walls heat like a vice around the mutants dick, his teeth marking your skin showing his rut as he grounds his hips into you harshly “like that bub? Hm? Fck’n tell me how my dick feels” he huffs out all animalistic starting to pick his pace up making you dig your nails into his back with your legs bent over his shoulders bouncing and swaying back and forth with the force of his thrusts.

“Feels good Logan!—oh god~” you gasp beneath him your body bent in half under the older mutants weight with the bed in your cabin creaking filling the room with the sound of skin on skin as your ass cheeks get all rosy from the constant abuse his hips give them. “Tight bub, so fck’n tight” he growls right into your neck making your eyes roll back not minding the feral man on top of you as you use one hand clawing his back and the other in his hair feeling his beard in the crook of your neck while he makes out with it messily snapping his hips stretching you open over and over with his cock head assaulting your prostate surely bruising your sensitive bundle of nerves

He reaches his hand off your thighs moving around between them as he holds them around his hips and pulls up your t shirt just watching your pecs bouncing back and forth with his thrusts before he just shoves his face in them and starts sucking at your right nipple groping your left pec as he rapidly thrusts his hips “Fuck look at those tits bubs, so fuckin pretty~”. Logan heaves out rubbing his now sweaty body to yours like a wolf trying to rub its scent on its mate, You have no time to protest his choice of words feeling your thighs tremble and a loud mewl leave your lips when his cock hits your sweet spot straight on making a coil of heat radiate in your stomach straight to your cock as it pulses.

“I’m cl—ose Logan!” You choke out your eyes glossing up as you hold his hair tighter gripping hold of his back for dear life with your thighs now wrapped fully around his hips holding him deep inside yourself as you stare up at the Celine in your cabin feeling his mouth biting at your nipple his large hand groping at the other “cum, cum for me bubs” a rumble falls from his throat pulling his cock fully put before slamming back into you making his claws come out of his knuckles breaking skin on your left pec making a hot sting break through your body pushing you over your edge.

“Hng~! Haah—“ your hand loosens in his hair and on his back losing your grip going totally limp under him letting your vision blur with your tears and bliss as your cock squirts hot semen on Logan’s stomach with a harsh spasm emptying yourself out as the cock inside your ass keeps moving and violating your insides rearranging your guts. Your thighs quivering around him feeling the Wolverine groaning against your chest leaving it as sore as your clawed up hips.

“Right there with ya bub..” panting on top of you with his full bod weight between your thighs while your inner walls clench and unclench around him over and over in aftershock from your own high as he starts thrusting out of pace collapsing on top of you trembling “ga’dd amm baby” he groans not even bothering to pull out wanting you filled up with every essence of him as he lets the molten liquid paint your prostrate “mh so warm-!” A pout coming from you as you reach your hand back down weakly petting at his head feeling your stomach grow all warm from his cum.

“..thanks Fer that bub..” he murmurs out planting a few soft kisses on your swollen nipples then one on the cut his claw like blades made in your skin. “No problem Logan, although I’ll be expecting a date before you fuck me next time” you hazily speak looking down at his face in your chest watching him before you feel him rusting around in the sheets with the best he made earlier half fallen apart from the sex. “I think I can manage that, now where are the rags we needa get’cha you cleaned up” he cracks a rare grin showing off those pearly canines to you making a slight pout when his cock slides out of you leaving your walls trying to clamp around the air, your rim as red as your cheeks all puffy leaking his seed into your sheets.

“Top drawer to the left Logan…” you muffle out trying to adjust yourself in the now empty bed rolling over on your stomach laying with your arms folded under your chin looking as Logan walks still naked grabbing a rag from the bathroom cabinet as you stare the best you can at his muscular thighs and happy trail. “Stop eye fucking me you litter whore” he grumbles out walking back into the room with the wet towel sitting down on the edge of the bed using the damp wash clothe to wipe off the cum from around your rim as it leaked making you shiver at the feeling, his hands working and wiping off the dried droplets of blood from the cuts on your hips.

“Right sorry” You mumble out as you crawl over to him after he throws the rag to your floor discarding it for the night as he grabs you pulling you closer under his arm not mind his underarm hair while you lean your head down into his hairy chest grabbing one of the blankets from his makeshift nest as you curl up in it snuggling with the older mutant while he presses his chin to the top of your head “think we should do this a’gain bubs” he hums with a gravely voice.

Can I ask for another post of “save a horse, ride a cowboy?”

Save a horse ride a cowboy pt. 2 ≽^•⩊•^≼

Imagine a cowboy who bends you over in his stables, your face in a belle of hay as he tells you “shh baby be nice N’ quiet fer me” as he completely pounds you and fucks you to the point your ears start ringing dizzy into a whore while he grips hold of your hips holding you in place nice and tight with his cock buried balls deep inside you.

Imagine the cowboy has your thighs lifted up over his shoulder placing his hat on your head fucking you in the back of his pick up in the towns only rodeo, not even waiting til you two get home after he seen you riding that mechanical bull he had to loosen up his belt buckle finishing his beer and pulling you to the truck ready to give you’re poor ass the pounding of its life not even caring if anyone walks by and hears your whorish moans “mh fck!~.

Imagine if the cowboy decided to use one of his lassoes on you, instead of wrangling a bull he’s toeing your hands behind your back and holding onto the rope so hard you can’t move your wrists leaving behind red rope marks while you get your prostate abused and your insides pulverized by his dick while he whispers “s’much better than a bull, yer gripping this dick like a vice baby”

Imagine the cowboy having brown hair, he’s muscular with a little bit of pudge to his gut having a total dad bod with his cock being mainly girth with a thick curve at his tip, a wide happy trail on his stomach and a patch across his chest while he has a bit of a well trimmed beard and mustache going. The cowboy being a split eight and a half inches with him being around nine when he’s hard, his cock head round looking almost like a “mushroom head” when he’s leaking precum

Imagine the cowboy making you wear his hat when you sick him off, your cheeks all full and bulging as you bob your head back and forth staring up at him swallowing all you can take with him holding the cowboy hat down on your head making sure it doesn’t fall off when he is fucking your mouth.

Imagine this cowboy making you ride him in the middle of an empty meadow, a innocent picnic turning into your rim stretched all wide practically eating up his cock as you roll your hips like you’re in a rodeo looming down at him with one hand on your hip the other on his chest flicking his cowboy hat off his head messing with him “I think it looks better on me right honey?~” you’d ask as you places his hat on your head.

Imagine him eating your ass out holding his head between your thighs forcing his mouth right on your rim as he sucks at it using his tongue to lap it after a hard day on the ranch he’s busy between your legs making a hearty laugh leave him as he speaks “fuck aint’cha needy tonight baby?” his boots by the door still in his flannel and jeans with his hat on the doorknob despite you two living alone he wants what’s going on to be very clear.

Imagine the cowboy using his hands to hold your ankles up on his shoulders giving your ass the dicking of its life in the bath house pressed up against the wall holding you up in the air fucking you. “Keep clenching that dick like ya own it boy” he’d huff in your ear with his hair soaked letting you dig your nails in his back clawing it leaving your marks on his skin.

feminine-like m!reader with his seatmate at school that does not STOP staring at him, sometimes even puts his hand on m!reader's thigh, during a partner project they both get paired up and he invites m!reader over to his house, his parents arent home and they fuck :3 (breeding kink, creampie n praising maybe)

Seat-mate x feminine male reader ~! ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

WC:. 1.4k

Tags: breeding kink, feminization, female lingerie on men, porn no plot, praising, readers ass being referred to as “pussy” and “cunt” (both are of age!) consensual feminization, slight teasing reader <33

A/N I referred to him as seat mate just for the sake of simplicity but imagine him as whoever you please!~ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

Ever since you were sat next to him during your last semester of senior year all he ever did was look you over, you could practically feel the bulge in his pants just throbbing when you’d look at him, the way his hand slid up under your mini skirt just playing with the ruffles while he works away on his test.

Those nicknames he’d give you, calling you “peaches” or “baby” even after you’d just roll your eyes and look the other way pretending you didn’t care.

You knew this was going to be nothing but a dumb mistake and yet you still said yes when he approached you with a seemingly innocent smile just asking “wanna be my partner pretty boy? Nobody else wants to be my partner”

something inside you knew it was a filthy lie, he was one of the most popular slackers you knew and he had a higher grade in the class than you. Buttering up that little ego of yours always worked though.

That’s how he managed to get you in this situation, panties pulled to the side laying in his parents bed with your white stockings ripped open enough for his cock to stretch your pretty little hole open.

“O’my ah~ there” your voice lazily purred out face in the pillows wearing a pair of pretty white laced panties fitting your s/c skin perfectly with a little pink bow right above the bulge of your cock “mm, such soft walls like a pretty little peach, baby”

he’d massage the globes of your ass through the ripped stockings watching how your ass gaped stretching for him perfectly.

Your hands holding onto the bedsheets letting your head droop like a feverish bunny feeling his cock head bullying your insides while he grips your skin and tugs at your body punctuating each thrust “prettiest pussy I’ve ever had angel, it’s stretchin S’much she’s being so sweet t’me honey”

his voice would heave in your ear kissing the bag of your neck sloppily while his hand reaches down and starts palming your cock through the panties leaving a wet spot right above the pink bow.

“I’can’t t’much I can’t any’mre” your lips pressed to a pout rolling your eyes back into your skull clenching weakly around his cock laying on your knees and chest with your shirt pushed up in the back showing off your arch, showing off your flesh, how your cheeks smushed upwards when his hips pressed to your ass making friction every time he thrusted forwards only pushing up the ruffles on your skirt even more.

“Don’t lie t’me baby, I know you can take it, that’s why you came here all dolled up ain’t it? You just needed a little care ‘s all baby” his voice cracked roughly biting and sucking at the sides of your neck bending your body with his holding you under him removing his hand off your bulge leaving your cock weeping between your thighs while his hand slips its way on top of your holding yours while he fucks forward.

Plap-plap-plap. The sounds flood the bedroom making it real of sex and your scent making you go weak in the knees bucking your ass backwards into his groin for him. “That’s a good boy, peach”

his other hand tearing open your stockings more not taking his mouth off the side of your neck once just letting his drool make its way down into the bed while his cock head touches and bruises up your insides leaving them all flushed and tender.

“Ah— deeper~ mh there” you whimper weakly against a pillow leaving drool marks from your chin while his hands slither and snake off of yours and down to your thighs holding one thigh open and using the other to hold your belly.

“You want me t’put a baby in there? D’ya want me to knock this little pussy up fer ya honey?” Your heart drops trying to nod weakly unable to speak.

“Good boys use their words don’t they darlin” he stated simply in your ear snapping his hips a little harder leaving your rum wide open and burning from being stretched for too long having your back arching as deep as you could shrieking into the pillows like a mouse

You find yourself trying to reach one of your shaky hands down to your crotch just wanting to give your lonesome manhood the attention it needs before the hand on your stomach grips your wrist bigger and firm stopping it from breaching the waistband of your panties.

“Nuh uh doll, you are gonna cum off of my cock, so keep those hands of yours gripping the sheets and lemme work Your body” his grunts mingling and mixing with yours feeling the sweat off your back against his chest when he moves against you making you feel the prominent vein on his cock rubbing your walls.

“Please just touch me-“ you try and beg, you choke on your words just needing to get off, feeling like you’ve been edged on for hours with your cock trembling inside your panties “shh, just relax into it, you’ve done so good peaches”

Your gummy like walls clamp and try to suck his cock further inside, milking him feeling your body go limp under his when his fat tip nails your prostate again having your ears ringing loud with tears welling up in your eyes ready to spill when he holds you close talking to you like a glass doll, fucking you like a whore having you ruined in his parents bed praying internally they never come home.

“I’m getting close angel, gonna stuff you up so full, you want that pretty boy? T’me what this cunt wants” he coos to you letting your shaky wrist go to tug at your hair making you lift your ruined face from the pillows nearly melted under him with your mascara runny having those delicious lips all plump pressed to a pout while your glitter gloss stains your chin.

“I— I wan’it inside, mh inside~!” You croak weakly feeling your balls all red spilling out of your panties ready to explode from the hot heat of pressure in your poor tummy, your toes curled up inside your stockings laying with your head thrown back feeling his lips pressed firmly to your pulse point aiming his hips upwards at an angle getting his cock to spread Your deepest parts.

“That’s it baby, there’s my sweet boy, moaning all pretty f’me” his lips trace up your jaw and to your own lips fighting his tongue down your throat letting his own lips smear the glitter gloss around on your face not caring as his hips start snapping forwards harder making your little skirt ride up your back fucking you like he needed it as bad as you did.

“I’m close-I’m so dam close” you hiccup out to him sniffling with your nose starting to run with your cheeks turning cherry red but you keep kissing him gasping in deep breaths between kisses feeling your body clench up and your shoulder blades push back whining out starting to cum on yourself.

Your cock head nudging the fabric of your panties pushing against the bow letting hot ropes spurt through the fabric making you crumble and shake from the pressure releasing but he doesn’t stop, his hands reaching down from your head letting your face fall back into the pillow while he grunts and kisses his way between your shoulders pushing up your blouse and holding a handful of your flat chest making sure to get your buds perky slipping up your matching white bralette.

“Pretty boy, with such pretty breasts” he’s bordering hysterics from having his cock buried inside you for so long, his hands pull at your nipples squeezing and massaging them under your shirt holding you in a delirious state of pleasure starting to reach his climax inside of you.

“Peaches, feel how it’s filling up your womb, gonna have you sho stuffed” he crumbles on top of you pushing the last bit of your orgasm out of you while his cock throbs right against your bundle of nerves pulsing hot with his cum shooting out thin and hot in translucent ropes filling you up holding you close groaning into the back of your blouse making your knees give leaving the hand under your bralette holding you up while you go limp already going soft from your release.

“That’s it, your hole is being nice and greedy t’day [name]” he mutters staying still in that position as though he was trying to get his cock to knock you up not caring his parents would be home in less than an hour, you couldn’t properly make a sentence but oh well, atleast he finally had you ruined like he’d been imagining for the past month.