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aemvnd · 1 day

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𝓇.cameron. ┆ i love you.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ hi angels. ! y'all already kno this one is based off of this clip….mhmm − & also it is in the 'rafe 𝓍 bambi!reader' au that i made / am still currently making / outlining their lore for their relationship n all the cutesy (n sad😞) stuff that is gonna go down with them bein' together. !!! 🧸♡ྀི

"yea, yeah," rafe is panting sharply, his sweaty, broad, naked chest heaving as he steadily pounded into your dripping, sloppy, fluttering little pussy, grunting as you continuously squeezed your slippery, inner walls around him, making his heavy balls ache with the need for his release—to release inside of you.

"fucking fuck, baby—needed to be inside of you so fuckin' much," rafe continues to babble deliriously, and no, he wasn't high on drugs, just high off of you, before you felt him reaching up to grasp one of your dainty little hands, intertwining his long fingers through your curled up little fist, freshly manicured nails and palm soft and smooth, making rafe let out a small, deep sigh of pleasure as he takes in a whiff of your vanilla body cream you always use all over.

"f-fuck, d..d-daddy! you f-feel s'good inside me," you mewl sweetly, and meanwhile, your teary, doe-like, pretty eyes were fluttering heavily with your mink eyelashes still somehow attached to your eyelids, your pupils nearly turning into two large, heart-shaped pink hearts, the color being the brightness pink ever, the color of love.

after a few more thrusts, you let out another sharp cry, feeling rafe reach down to play with your needy, puffy little clit, rubbing it fast and with slight pressure, just the way you liked it when he did it, given your hysterical reaction—and yet, rafe's eyes never leave your bouncing breasts or your gorgeous, fucked out face, feeling the velvety, stuffed walls of your sweet little pussy starting to flutter around him, gripping him tight as fuck, making rafe curse to himself underneath his breath for silent mercy.

rafe grunts, beginning to roll his hips, still fucking into you while pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across your pretty, marked up neck and collarbones, his breathing heavy and uneven, his balls growing tighter as you moan against the side of his face, breathing your pretty sounds right into his ear, causing his breath to hitch every time you made a new, higher in pitch noise.

"yea, yea? you like when dad fucks you like this, huh? is that it, baby? jus' needed daddy to fuck you, actin' all dumb and weepy for some cock… my poor, dumb little baby, jus' wanted dad to fuck your aching little cunny, isn't that right, pretty girl?" rafe coos teasingly, "hmm?" he continues as if to mock you, before leaning down to suck on one of your puffy little nipples, suckling it harshly and making your back arch so prettily—rafe's eyes shifting up to observe the way you cry out to the ceiling of his bedroom, most likely growing closer to your third orgasm of the night.

"h-harder, a little harder, daddy… please, daddy—harder, h-harder, harder − please daddy, need it h-h-harder…!" you hiccup softly, begging all submissively and poutily, making rafe's heart beat wildly against his ribcage and the tip of his cock to pulsate inside of you, his muscular arms protruding from the way he was now gripping onto the meaty parts of your plush, smooth hips, continuing his quick, animalistic thrusts—wet, skin on skin slapping noises filling up the bedroom, as well as breathy moans coming from you and deep, low groans leaving rafe's kiss-swollen, shiny lips from him licking and sucking all over your naked skin.

"yeah? you sure, baby?" he questions with another low curse, but doesn't stop and immediately begins thrusting harder, practically ploughing you into his bed, hearing you cry out his name with a long, drawn out, feminine moan, all high-pitched and needy, feeling like you were about to reach your high any second, but you gasped softly, pushing at your boyfriend's hard, broad, sweaty chest, gently tapping his pectorals in protest, needing him to stop for a tiny moment.

rafe huffs instantly, raising an eyebrow impatiently at you and looking directly at you as if to say, 'what? what is it?!'

stunned, rafe watches the way you immediately look up at him, lips pouty and eyes all misty, before flipping around to lay down on your stomach, ass in the air, clutching one of your boyfriend's pillows, wailing into it as he immediately slides back inside and begins fucking into you from behind now, leaning over you possessively, caging you in with his big, strong arms.

"fuck, how's the speed, huh? is it good, baby?" rafe coos into your ear, leaning down over you as he grips your hips once again, continuing his steady, hard and quick thrusts, stuffing his long, heavy and thick cock into your quivering, glossy cunt, sparkling softly in the low light of his room as it shines with your mixed juices and rafe's pre-cum − and god, you're so, so fucking close to reaching your blissful, euphoric high.

"y-yes...! ohh, please… gogogo!" you sob into rafe's pillow, drool and tears slipping from your face and on the pillow of his you were currently holding onto for dear life, "yes, p-please, please—i love it, d-daddy! i love it!" you shout with a squeal, feeling rafe hit your sweet spot of nerves inside of you with every single thrust, feeling his lips brush over your left ear, a long groan coming from him as he continues to wildly buck his hips against your perky little ass, giving it three harsh slaps with his large, calloused palm, making your ass jiggle.

and with only a few more thrusts, you're nearly there, so close, and you can feel that your boyfriend is too, wetly kissing your neck, snapping his hips into your asscheeks frantically and with desperation, as if he couldn't help but need to fuck into you even faster, wanting you both to reach your highs.

then, right after four more bucks of rafe's narrow hips, you feel him let out a deep, loud grunt into the back of your head, burying his face into your sweet smelling hair, lowly groaning out, "i love you," as he comes inside of you, deeply and raw and powerful.

and you—your poor, fluttering heart nearly jumps into your throat, trying to twist your neck around, your doe-like, misty and now more hazy, a bit too cloudy, and dreamlike eyes are filled with a fresh load of hot tears, like you can't help yourself and your feelings for this man.

"what?!" you squeak, catching rafe's eye and scrunched brow, a frown on his face now, though he still couldn't stop his jaw from being a bit slack and his eyes being heavy-lidded from just blowing his load so hard into you.

rafe huffs, then sighs to himself and rolls his eyes at you, "what?" he snaps back at you, his tone growing with a small attitude, sounding defensive and strangely vulnerable, as if you're the one that is acting purposefully dumb, and like it was your fault that you didn't realize that rafe loves you—even with how obvious he makes it.

and yet, you can't help but just lie there in awe, staring wide-eyed up at the ceiling, your lips, that were still sticky from your smeared lipgloss and some drool, were now slightly parted in disbelief, because... holy fuck—rafe cameron, your boyfriend, just told you that he loves you for the first time.

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leaentries · 3 days

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Luke Hughes would finger you in the car after a win. His fingers are long as hell and are so sexy he’d make you kinda ride them so when the bumps it would move you to take his fingers deeper.

➛ holy fuck, nonnie… this was insane

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Luke’s voice fell on deaf ears as your head lulled back against the headrest, “Feel good?”

You barely managed a nod with the depths his long fingers managed to reach. The slight curl of his hand bumping into your clit with each turn or bump in the road was dizzying.

After a long night with the team, you and Luke had found yourselves helplessly horny, and Luke was determined to make you cum before you reached the apartment.

“Fuck, Lukey!” Your hips bucked to ride his fingers deeper in the passenger seat of his car. The black leather beneath you was undoubtedly soaked with your arousal.

It was almost impossible to keep your eyes open with the pulsating pleasure traveling through every vein in your body. However, you were still able to catch Luke turning onto a notoriously very bumpy road.

“Luke,” You panted, “W-why are you going t-this way?”

“Don’t worry about it, angel. Just keep riding my fingers like a good girl.”

Yet, Luke’s motives were quickly discovered as the first dip in the road caused his fingers to prod impossibly deeper.

“God, yes!” You moaned, eyes screwing shut in ecstasy.

Luke watched your face every so often, his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans. His other hand, which remained on the wheel, turned white with desire. Luke was struggling to control himself at the feeling of you falling apart around his fingers.

After a few more bumps, you felt the impending pleasure of climax begin to build in your tummy. You gripped onto the cool leather handle of the door, in an attempt to ground yourself further onto Luke’s digits.

Luke smirked at the feeling of your spasming cunt.

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?”

You could only cry in response. Your body arched as fire began to coarse through your senses. Blinding ecstasy sent your mind reeling as your orgasm hit you like a truck.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Luke thrusted his fingers slightly faster, “Make a mess on my seat.”

Luke drove over one last bump, pulling into the parking garage. He helped take you through your orgasm, your body slouching in the seat as he withdrew his fingers from your abused cunt.

You watched with cloudy eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth. His tongue darted out to catch your release that now began to drip down his hand. You could feel your clit begin to throb with need once more, thighs clenching in response.

Luke eyed you, your motion not going unnoticed.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” He tapped your thigh, “Let’s go upstairs so I can fuck you properly.”

#lea’s slutweekend #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes smut #njd #new jersey devils #lea writes stuff ♡

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rafesmuse · 3 days

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having thoughts of finally convincing Mattheo Riddle to let you do his makeup but on one condition!!!!!!!!!!! you have to cockwarm him<33

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omg omg. you’d be so happy that he finally said yes but of course there’s a twist. you could see it in his eyes as he smirked up at you, arms folded. so you slowly sink down on his cock, your makeup ready on the table next to you as your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. it’s difficult for you to concentrate with his erection buried deep inside of you as you want to move up and down so badly, but you’ve also wanted to do his makeup for a long time so you take a deep breath and redirect your attention to the makeup. mattheo, on the other hand, fucking loves seeing you struggle, even though you try your best to hide it. “that’s my girl. now stay still for me if you wanna do my makeup.”

all daydreams ੈ♡˳

#♡₊˚ for arina 🍒・₊#🪩 anon #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle prompt #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle blurb #mattheo riddle drabble

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luxieloo · 3 days

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this is how 2-2 went right guys?

p.s. i take commissions

#♡ ; art !#pwaa #ace attorney #jfa #maya fey #phoenix wright #franziska von karma #miles edgeworth #fanart #ace attorney fanart #artists on tumblr

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my-kawaii--world · 12 hours

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I just wanted to post the most adorable plush that I found on the internet! It's just so adorable 🥺👉👈

**For the people asking the plush is available HERE (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡

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megistusdiary · 3 days

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hey aris…… do you think Arle would enjoy sucking titties.. 🤔

100% yeah. she's a big fan of women

the way i just got this and am answering it now is crazy. (also i'm working on a good post idea i think, but no arle in it as of now </3)

(nsfw utc)

also, just my own thoughts, but she doesn't care about the size. or maybe i'm just flat and delusional.

she loves laving her tongue over your nipples, watching them perk up under her attention. she'll graze her teeth over them just to see you jump.

she likes how sensitive you are when she teases your breasts, running her thumbs across them before her mouth descends upon them.

the way your breasts feel against her tongue has her intoxicated. she loves taking as much as she can into her mouth, one hand on your back, the other occupied with your pussy.

she's very much into marking you up, too. she loves leaving them all over your breasts, places you two can see, but nobody else can.

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader smut #fem reader #genshin wlw #arlecchino smut #arlecchino x you #arlecchino x reader #💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚#💐─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 #🪷─𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 `♡´

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okwonyo · 1 day

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pochacco hairpin.

엔하이픈 제이크 ୨୧ female reader four hundred non-idol au fluff established relationship + cw. not proof-read skinship kissing ( other )

there is a lot of things that you love about jake; his contagious smile, the way his plumpy lips pout when he is focused, his tight yet comforting back hugs and most importantly, his fluffy brown hair.

you could talk about them for days on end. the smooth motion of them falling back perfectly whenever your boyfriend runs his fingers through them or how soft the feel against your fingers tips when you play with them. they are perfect, even more since you successfully convinced him to let them grow properly. well, long enough so you can style them.

“wah,” you hear your boyfriend sigh from a little below you, his arms tightens around your waist and pull you closer to him. here, standing in between his legs while he sits on the chair in front of you, you almost stumble over your feet. “i really like how it feels”

he burries his face a little bit below your your chest and you take the opportunity to brush the back of his head. his hair feels like soft cotton candy when you pass the brush through it, the humming that he does whenever you renew the movement adds a dreamy touch to it. you hear him groan at some point and you smile ; putting the brush on the table next to the both of you.

jake furrows his eyebrows and groans as you slightly pull away from his circle of warm. his hands gift from somewhere in your lower back to right on your hips. you take your time to choose the right hairpin from your growing collection, ending up choosing the pochacco one. there is a glimpse of admiration mixed with pure adoration as jake looks up to you, eyes shining just as you tuck an strand of his hair behind his ear — and he blushes.

“how do i look, my love?” he asks you, right after you put the hair accessory where it belongs. you hold his face in your hands, biting your lower lip to repress a giggle. the only way you can respond to that question is by giving him a kiss, to which he responds gladly.

i was talking about sanrio hairpins with yizu, then i saw jake’s live and i had an idea >v<

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b1mbodoll · 3 days

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since we are on the topic of vampires, vamp! jay is such a sweetheart when it comes to his human gf <3 he’ll take his time with you, kissin you until you’re needy n pliant in his lap n rubbing his thumb on the pulse point of your neck before licking that spot, sinking his teeth deep into your throat, the pleasure completely clouding your mind.

he’ll drink until he satisfied n he’s so gentle with you afterwards, running his tongue over the wound n pressing a delicate kiss to it as well, making sure you’re still with him <3 you always get so ditzy too n it’s not long before you’re pawing at his shoulders n baring your neck, whining for more :( jay really tries to hold back, he knows he shouldn’t take so much but you smell divine and it sends him into a frenzy, latching onto you again and making an absolute mess of your neck n his chin with blood.

he feels awful when you pass out n to make up for it, he prioritizes your pleasure when you eventually get needy, letting you use his body however you want. if you’re too tired, your sweet bloodsucker eats you out for hours, using his fingers and skilled tongue to draw orgasm after orgasm from you.

#♡.the honeypot #can u tell im havinf vampire enha brainrot :T #send ur vamp enha thoughts as well pls im DESPERATE #just hit my cart so ill either answer asks like im insane or giggle over ur thoughts until i fall asleep #enhypen #park jongseong #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #park jongseong x reader #park jongseong smut

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gojipink · 3 days

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white lie

ஐ ft. kaeya

ஐ summary. trying to hide an injury from him!

ஐ warnings. none, SFW. 1.3k words

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getting home to you and kaeya’s shared apartment took longer than you had wanted; getting healed by barbra after a couple of adventures found you propped against a tree, half-lucid with a bloody gash across your abdomen had really put a kink in your usual schedule.

you breathe a sigh of relief when you unlock the front door and find that the apartment is still empty, meaning that kaeya was still in his office and hasn't been alerted of your little accident.

you have never kept anything from kaeya but this? this was different. lately, he’s been having to take on way too much, his desk overflowing with piles upon piles of paperwork while also leading patrol tours throughout the nation. every night he comes home utterly exhausted, barely having enough energy to finish his dinner and give you a chaste kiss before he retires to bed.

if he catches wind of your injury, he'll be sure to go insane with worry and put himself on the backburner in order to dote on you, which you deem completely unnecessary. barbra’s already given you the all clear, just have to take it easy for the next few days and clean your wounds daily and you should be healed up soon enough. besides, you’re strong enough to take care of yourself, there’s no reason for you to burden kaeya with something as insignificant as a minor injury.

you tried to act as normal as you could. tried to move around the kitchen preparing dinner for the two of you with as much stability as you could muster. and once kaeya came home, eyes slightly wide and breathing deeply like he was hiding the fact he just ran home, you put on your best smile for him.

“welcome home, love! you made it just in time for dinner,” you beam at him, settling into your usual seat at the table.

he looks around the apartment for a moment before his clear eye finds its way back to you, analyzing your seemingly unharmed figure. he gives you a tight smile while he makes his way into the kitchen to wash up, “you made dinner?” he asks, tone slightly devoid of his usual pep but you chalk it up to him being tired.

“mhm, just something quick. hurry, come join me,” you smile at him.

after a moment, kaeya sits in his chair across from you. watchful eyes observing your figure as you begin to eat, his heart twisting uncomfortably as his mind clouds with turmoil.

kaeya studies you for a moment more before speaking up, “heard you required a healer today, what’s going on with that?”

you tense at his question, eyes wide and staring down at your food, mind racing to find a convincing excuse.

“i, um,” you swallow thickly before looking up to meet his eyes, his expression unreadable, “i was feeling a little sore from these past few days so i thought i could just pop in and see barbra. you know, just get a little once-over is all.”

kaeya’s uncovered eye flash with something indecipherable. confusion? hurt? anger? though, it wouldn't really make sense for him to feel any of these emotions at all, not unless-

“so, you're going with that story, hm?” he sighs out, letting his spoon clink loudly against the side of the bowl as he sits back in the chair with his arms crossed, studying you with icy eyes.

“i…well, yes, i-” you try to come up with something quickly before he interrupts with a humorless chuckle,

“can’t say i’m not hurt by your lie, angel.” he says quietly with a sad smile while looking at you with dejected eyes.

you stare at him, shocked by his words, “kaeya, im not-”

“jean said that you were covered in blood. barbra told her everything, which she then told me before i left work. said you were, and i quote, ‘barely conscious enough to say what happened’.” he said, his tone of voice flat and empty, “but apparently, and this is the part that puzzles me most, it was specifically requested that this incident was to be kept from me.”

“i can explain,” you rush out, quickly moving to the chair next to him, ignoring the sharp twinge of pain that shoots across your abdomen, too desperate to save him from any misunderstanding he’s conjured in his mind.

“kaeya, i promise,” you reach over to slide your hand into his, your heart breaks at the sound of his shuddering inhale, his thumb roughly rubbing the back of your hands trying to mask the shakiness in his fingers, “i’m alright. i’m here. it sounds so much worse than it really is and the only reason i didnt tell you-”

“that's alright, my love,” he interjects looking up at you with a dim smile, “i get it, i'm glad you’re alright,” he whispers as he pulls his hand out of your grasp to stand up and clear off the dining room table.

your eyes helplessly follow his movements, “wh-get what, kae-”

“you must be tired, hm? had quite the day, princess,” his usual easygoing tone forced back into his voice, “ill clean up, you go wash up first let me know if you want help. i'll call barbra or jean if you prefer it.”

you break from your dumbfounded state as you chase after him in the kitchen. arms wrapping around his torso tightly, refusing to let him pull away as he stands in front of the sink bracing his hands against the counter.

“i know you're mad at me,” you start gently, cheek pressed snuggly against his back, your hands pressed against his chest feeling the heavy beat of his stinging heart, “but i’m so sorry, my love. i never wanted to cause you any kind of distress. you have been so overworked, so stressed out, i just didn't want to pile it on.”

he harshly exhales through his nose as his hands slowly make their way towards yours, gently prying them loose so that he can turn in your iron hold. once he faces you, his fingers come up to brush over your cheek.

“im not upset with you,” he whispers, his thumb lightly tracing your cheekbone, “i mean, i'm upset, but i'm not mad at you. could never be mad at you, angel.”

you frown at his dejected expression and tone while you lean into his touch, “i just didn’t want to burden you with it, kae. it really sounds worse than it actually is, i swear. nothing bad happened, i was fixed up really quick! the cut was so much smaller than what the healers thought, it just looked way worse because i was also splattered with monster blood as well,” you hastily explained all in one breath.

he worriedly chews on his bottom lip as he absorbs your words, “what about how you were barely conscious-”

“i was just exhausted after the fight, kae,” you clarify, “admittedly it was a tough fight but i was back up on my feet in no time after seeing the healers.”

he analyzes you for a moment before leaning forward to press his forehead against yours, “tell me everything,” he whispers, “good, bad, mundane or not. i don't care, just don't shut me out, please. you have no idea what-” he stops himself to exhale a heavy breath, “i didn't know what to think. regardless, it doesn't matter how busy i am, how stressed out i am, i want to know everything that happens with you. you are my number one priority, not some group of recruits i just met yesterday. you understand that, right?”

you nod your head while still pressed against his, “i know, im sorry,” you whisper.

kaeya pulls back slightly before cupping your cheeks to drag you into a sweet and comforting kiss.

after a few more tender kisses, kaeya’s lips lift into his usual playful smile, “c’mon, pretty, you must be sore, hm? think we both need a relaxing bath.”

you beam up at him at his suggestion, your bright smile stunning him for a moment as his heart skips in his chest and his stomach erupts into butterflies. quickly, he turns away to lead you both to the bathroom as your giggles follow closely behind him hinting that you've caught sight of his blushing cheeks.

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#hehe do u guys like the new layout (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧#made these banners myself y'know (>ᴗ•) ! (luna taught me how...)#goji's.thots˚｡⋆୨୧˚#kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaeya₊˚⊹♡#kaeya #kaeya alberich

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rebellesims420 · 3 days

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zu-is-here · 2 days

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you've heard of a woman's bag, now get ready for a man's pocket

#zu art #comic #studio #zudio #backstage #dream!sans #cross!sans #undertale #undertale au #utmv #out for a vacation YAY!! no drawings next week tho (ówò)#I'll try to stay in touch! ☆#thank you guys for patience ♡#P. S.#I tried to be in time with PDC to its anniversary (April 30th!) but decided not to rush úwù

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jung-koook · 1 day

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[138/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡

#jungkook #jeongguk #jeon jungkook #bangtan #bts #missyou♡#skygifs

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sh1-n0bu · 3 days

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♡︎ 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙩2 ♡︎

characters: sub!dragons x nb!dom!reader

warnings: finger in vent again so vent fingering, established relationship, monster anatomy, clothes and undergarment stealing, clothes sniffing, the dragons are being a bit more feral, pillow humping, praise, pleading, thigh riding, guided vent fingering, squirting, nipple stimulation, bullet vibrator usage, mind break, fluff, needy dragon boys hehehehhehe

notes: due to popular demand, here is part 2 of dragons getting fucked dumb(●’◡’●)ﾉ im sorry if it took a while. i was having some health issues(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) part 1 can be read here!! gradient divider from @/benkeibear

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ever since you helped out your large lizard lover with his heat, there’s only been one thing on his mind since then. your finger in his vent. the soft coos of your praises, the way you pushed his legs open to fuck him dumber, the way you nudged his hands off of his face so you could see his cute face twist and turn in pleasure as you fuck his hole.

“oh, for fuck’s sake! i need to get them out of my head” the dragon huffs aloud out of a sudden, hunching over his desk at his usual office as he hides the flush of his cheeks behind his hands. already a week has passed since the ending of his heat cycle and yet he was acting like he was still under the influence of his stupid dragon anatomy. he couldn’t even stop thinking about you and your fingers spreading him open while he cried dumbly on the bed, back arching and chasing after your fingers like a whore.

it was after his heat ended and finally able to at least articulate proper sentences that wasn’t about wanting you to wreck him, that the two of you have talked over and decided that perhaps it was time to make your relationship official. how long have the two of you been dancing around each other, making everyone roll their eyes at the way you two flirted with each other like some dumb teenagers? enough to the point people started making bets. enough that a half of the city had become 50 bucks richer and the other half poorer.

despite having already gotten into an established relationship with you, the poor dragon still felt shameful over some of his actions. such as stealing your clothes whenever you come over to his house to stay the night and lying to your face about not knowing where it was. you two were still basically in the baby stages of being an official couple which was why you needed some time to fully move your things into his house and to start living together. it takes time to settle y’know?

so it was definitely weird when some of your clothes started to disappear. the shirt that you usually wear when at the comfort of your or his home. the large, oversized sweater of yours that you have given the nickname of “the ugly one”. and strangely, you even had a hard time finding a certain undergarment amongst the mess of your home and the boxes of things that you packed up, preparing to move. strange. and even more strange, your overgrown lizard lover says he hasn’t seen them in his own home either. you genuinely started to question your own memory.

in the meantime you were busy creating a storm in your home trying to triple check this week about your missing clothes, your boyfriend was having a hard time in his office. no matter how hard he tried to focus on the paperwork stacked in front of his damn face, he just couldn’t.

instead, his mind just kept drifting back to the memory of you helping him during his heat cycle. the praises that constantly fell on his ears as his toes curled, clawed hands scrambling to grasp for something to clutch onto because he was sure that he ascended when your finger fucked the small opening of his vent. and that lewd squelching noises of his slick dripping down from his vent. an oddly sickeningly sweet smelling scent coming from him as if trying to woo you, trails of his juice dripping from his vent down to his fluttering hole to the bed.

he was fucked dumb during those days and by the stars, he wanted it again. he wanted your hand fisting at his cocks, eagerly tugging on them as your finger abuses the squishy spot inside him. he wanted to sob and wail deliriously, bucking his hips, torn between wanting to chase after the pleasure or tearing himself away to save what leftover pride he had, as he begs for mercy. he wanted it. at this rate, if he kept thinking back on that moment, he might as well try to force his body into another heat cycle so soon.

shaking the imagery out of his head, the dragon clears his throat. looking around his office to see if anyone is around — to his luck, no one was — before breathing out a heavy huff. he might as well try to at least do his work during work time.

“maybe that chipmunk’s affinity to skip work is rubbing off on me…”

perhaps even more had rubbed off on him. none which was a good thing.

“i’m sorry… i’m sorry i’m sorry ‘m sorry, [name]…” the dragon whines pathetically, wearing the oversized sweater he stole from you and nothing else. he just couldn’t get that memory out of his head. every time he tried, something small and insignificant would just remind him of it again. unable to keep up with trying to seem all professional, he rushed home straight after work — perhaps even earlier than the hours he gets out of his office — locking himself in his bedroom with a pillow between his thighs, wearing your sweater with your stolen undergarments to his face.

despite having already been fucked shamelessly just ten or so days ago, it still felt wrong to think of you in such a lewd way. in such a defiling way. in a way that it served as a huge disservice to who you really are.

“mmnngh—! [naamee]… m-miss you… missing you so bad…” the dragon whines, completely pent up as his slick continues to drip onto the pillow between his thighs, the outer scales of his vent already puffy and open slightly, weeping his mouthwatering juice. the poor thing was pathetic, trying to recreate the way you wrecked him so good. fingers messily rubbing and flicking against his vent opening as a means to mimic the way you ate him out the other day. spreading his slick around, making a stretching motion with his two fingers on the sides of his vent, flicking the small nub on top. it didn’t help. if anything, it only made it worse.

the dragon was trying to help himself out, to relieve himself off of his pain of unknowingly edging himself for the past few days. without you by his side to help him out or to hear his pleas. without you by his side to fuck him so good again. palming himself with a pathetic whimper, the dragon thinks about slipping a finger inside his vent the same way you did. but could he do it? probably not. he was just too damn of a coward, and there was the looming possibility of losing control of himself and letting his claws grow.

unable to do it in the end, he settles on merely stroking his cock. hand wrapped tightly around his weeping dick, your stolen undergarments wrapped around one of his cocks as he mewls, bucking his hips into the tight space of his closed fist. it was nowhere near to how it felt when you did it. perhaps at the time, it was his heat pheromones working but it felt good. your hand wrapped around his cock as your other hand fingers his vent opening. your hand felt so much better.

biting down on his lips, he cums into his hand, soiling your stolen undergarments as well in the process just the moment he thought back on the feeling. pouting, the dragon’s tail flicks in annoyance behind him, looking over at the clock hanging on the wall.

12:36. were you awake right now? you did indeed had tendency to stay awake a bit too late on some nights…

knock knock knock!

the soft yet annoyingly persistent knocks on your door slowly rouses you from your sleep, making you roll around in the comfort of your bed in a silent declaration of war against the knocking. acting stubborn, clinging onto the cozy warmth of your bed, you groan as a string of curses falls from your lips as you involuntarily drag yourself out of bed. whoever that was outside your door in this ungodly hour shall face your wrath like sun wukong did with buddha.

pitter pattering to the door — where the knocking has become more persistent — you swing the door open, ready to curse the person and their 109 bloodlines before shutting up. standing in front of you with his tail and horns out in the open, slitted eyes glowing slightly, was your dragon lover. strange. he never visits this late.

“dear? wha— what happened? is everything alright? it’s—“ you take a moment to steal a glance towards the clock hanging on the living room wall before turning to face him again, “—nearly 2am” you finish, concern growing more and more when his tail comes to curl around his own ankle. a clear sign that he was feeling anxious or uncomfortable.

“can i… come in? i wanted to see you” the dragon asks in a meek voice, a strange habit that you found concerning and heartbreaking to see since your lover was usually one who is calm and collected at all times. nodding, you usher him inside before locking the door behind you.

quietly, you follow him as your lover makes a straight beeline into your bedroom, making himself comfortable on the edge of your bed as a pink flush starts to grow on his cute cheeks. you were about to ask him if he wanted something to eat or drink but perhaps not as the needy dragon was now staring at you as his tail swishes behind him, impatient. tails expressed emotions after all.

yawning, you move to sit beside him on the bed, to which you accept his hug when you finally settle down. his arms cones to wrap around your middle, tail now calming down from the earlier fussy movement as it curls around your calf possessively. humming, you run a hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp.

the dragon loved it whenever you read him like he was an open book. to others, he was a stone wall, one that was made out of ancient scribbles and unintelligible runes. a warrior forged by blood and scent of death, one who was born and made by the cries of war and blind devotion from others. but to you, he was just a fellow being. one who was lonely from the many centuries he had spent, all by himself. struggling with the many different cultures of life, trying his best to learn and understand the human customs so he could properly court you in human traditions.

you two stay like that for some time. nestled against one another, just basking in the comfort of the peaceful life that you two found between yourselves.

“[name]…” the dragon whimpers from the crook of your neck, soft rumbling purrs mixing with his whining of your name. it was enough to snap you out of your sleepy state, making you hum as you acknowledge his call. he got your attention now. but the main point of hesitancy was — could he do it? could he be so shameful as to not only disturb your night of peace but to also be selfish to want you to pleasure him the same way you did a few days ago?

hearing the familiar noise of his tail hitting the bed constantly in a sense of irritation, you coo his name softly. one hand messing with the long strands of his hair while the other runs through his scalp.

“what’s on your mind now, my pretty?” you ask, taking a look at his face when it comes out of its hiding place in the crook of your neck. he seemed to be conflicted. brows furrowed, slitted eyes glowing slightly in the dark room while his lips tug in a small pout. laughing at the oddly adorable expression, you kiss his brows and pouty lips, making his purrs become louder. such a needy dragon.

“i’ve… been thinking,” the dragon starts after a while, taking his time to try and articulate his request and to convey his feelings that has been bothering him lately. a lot more than he initially thought they would.

“about how you helped me while i was in heat” he takes a moment, watching your expression closely to see if you caught the gist of what he was trying to say. you did, of course you did, you were a smart human after all. his smart human.

“and i was wondering if you could do it again…?” he finally manages to bring himself to ask, peering up at you through his lashes bashfully. how could you ever say no to such a face? such an ethereal and cute begging face alongside the promise of seeing his expression twist into one of someone who’s just fucked stupid. the cute face of your dragon lover drooling and sobbing fat tears while his heart shaped pupils stare at you in a silent plea for more. that face haunted your mind for too damn long, causing unnecessary moments of dozing off while remembering about the moment you slipped your finger inside, making your already horrible work ethnic drop to below ground level.

“sure. i wouldn’t mind it, pretty” you hum, any ounce of sleep leaving your body as you move to a more comfortable position on the bed. pushing yourself to lean against the headboard of the bed, you watch as your draconic lover takes his place on your lap. clawed hands coming to fist at the material of your pajama shirt, whining your name as he pushes himself flush against your chest. you could feel the mounds of his chest pressing against your own, his tail swishing behind him as he arches his back. your lips is pulled against his own, a small peck easily turning into a heated, messy make out. his forked tongue shyly licking at your lips, purring contently as his long tongue slithers inside you, exploring every nook and cranny needily.

you could feel his hips humping your thigh, the wetness of his vent weeping his precum already starting to stain his pajama pants and seeping into your own. you could tell he was too aroused, dumbly chasing after any ounce of pleasure there could be. you could feel the way your mixed saliva dripped down from your sloppy open mouthed kisses, his hands guiding yours to rest on his hips. a position you used to your advantage as your hands traveled downwards to knead his ass, squeezing the soft fat as he whimpers into the kiss.

the poor thing was so pent up, humping your thighs didn’t felt enough. it wasn’t enough to get him to that familiar feeling of high, that exhilarating feeling of feeling your fingers stretch his vent open while he could only keen like a whore.

“want it… want it so bad…” he mumbles into the kiss, guiding your hands to the hem of his pajama pants, tugging on them fervently to get the clothes off. you simply chuckle, finding his desperation adorable in more ways than one before finally relenting and slipping off his pants before he let out an annoyed hiss, pulling away from the sloppy make out session to tear off his underwear with his claws.

“darling! why would you rip it off?” you ask, amused by his eagerness but also slightly concerned for the way he just easily ripped off his clothes like that. you have never seen him get even the tiniest bit ticked off after all, so this was a new side of him that you were seeing.

“wanted more” he only huffs, demanding more kisses as he returns to shove his forked tongue down your throat. the length of his tongue got you groaning and panting, finding it harder to breathe as he becomes more needy with every kiss, with every sloppy slurp of your tongue against his own.

“mmnhp—! [nameee]♡︎” he let out a yelp, pulling away from the kiss to whine out your name as he felt your fingers knead his vent open. the poor dragon whined, huffing and puffing about how you were being so mean to him as he humps your thigh, the tips of his cocks slowly emerging from the scaled vent, both of his cocks weeping pre all over your clothes as his vent drips with his own arousal.

shifting him around, you let him lean his back onto your chest, hands hooking under his legs to spread them open. your dragon let out a little hiss, talking about how you weren’t paying attention to him. you simply shush his hissy fit with a chuckle, placing a kiss on his forehead. taking his hand, you tell him to withdraw his claws. an action he does with confusion before he let out a whimper when you guide his hand to his vent.

“b-but… i-i don’t think i can do it. i’m nervous!” he says in a panicked tone, turning his head to stare at you with cute pouty lips and wide eyes.

“yes, you can. i’ll guide you through it all, okay? it’ll feel good, promise darling” you say, peppering his face in kisses to soothe his worries. the dragon preens at that, his purrs getting louder as his tail whacks the mattress of your bed impatiently. once you get the hint that he was ready and he was okay with continuing, you guide his fingers to tease the edges of his vent. fingers rubbing the soft scales, making a spreading motion to ease the muscles there.

just some foreplay and he was already panting, legs twitching to close them. he was so cute.

“that’s it pretty, now keep your legs open for me” you continue to praise him through it all, your other hand leaving his leg to slip underneath his shirt. squeezing his chest, rubbing your thumb over his areola, you pinch at his nipple when it hardens, causing him to jolt in your embrace. whispering more praises of how he was doing so well, how he was your pretty boy, your beloved dragon, your hand guides his own to slip a finger inside his now loose vent.

“u-uunngh!! mmghh… mnngh… t-tight♡︎ too tight! w-won’t fit…♡︎!” he blabbers, throwing his head back on your shoulder as you slowly ease his finger deeper inside his vent. first, second knuckle until his middle finger was slipped deep inside the tight hole of his opening, legs shaking on the bed already like a fawn’s. there were already tears starting to form in his eyes, jaw slack open as heavy breaths fall. not a single thought behind his teary eyes. nothing but the pleasure your guidance and his fingers were bringing him.

“that’s it… that’s my pretty dragon, keep going” you coo out, pleased by how easily he broke under a simple pleasure of fingering his own vent. when he pathetically humps the air — finger still inside — you pull on his nipple to remind him how to do it. squealing at the amount of pleasure coming from both his nipples and vent, the dragon shakes his head, fat globs of tears already falling.

“c-can’t! can’t do it. [n-name] i need you♡︎♡︎ need your fingers so bad♡︎!“ he stutters, legs already shaking, about to close shut. too caught up in his own pleasure that he doesn’t even know what to do to properly pleasure himself even when you were here to guide him through it. clicking your tongue, you guide his hand to pull his finger out, something he couldn’t even perform without your help. he really was a goner with you.

“then, be a sweetheart and play with your tits for me, pretty. wanna see your cute breasts jiggle while i fuck you” you tell him, watching with endearment as he nods dumbly. hands coming up to push his shirt up, fingers twisting and pinching at his own hardened nipples. stuttered breaths fall from his lips when he could feel your thumb swipe at the slit of one of his cocks, jolting in place when you give his weeping cock a few pumps. the few visible veins in them were bulging, ready to pop and for him to squirt yet again if you just stop teasing him around!

but doing the same thing over and over again sounded boring to you. your sweet dragon deserved some treats for being such a good boy after all. he deserved some pampering.

“ah! gimme a second, darling” you snap your fingers, an idea forming in your head. he lets out a soft confused hum at that, hands still holding onto the soft mounds of his chest as he watches you move away to reach over to your bedside nightstand. opening the top drawer, he watches in curiosity as you bring out an odd small device that was connected to a small remote control by quite the lengthy wire. the color all cute pink, the toy small and nearly the size of a small hairclip but pretty girthy in width. were you… thinking on putting that inside him?

“it’s called a bullet vibrator. apparently, it’s supposed to add vibrations to any place of your choosing. and since i found out of your soft spot, i thought maybe we could try it out?” you explain to him, slowly unwrapping the long wire of the toy. it was quite lengthy. perfect to use it for his soft spot.

“only if you’re comfortable with it, dear. i wouldn’t want you to try anything you think you’re not ready for or feel comfortable with” you quickly say, ready to throw the toy away for another time when you feel the grip of his tail around your ankle. the soft smooth scales creating a soft, bristling sensation on your bare skin. if he could remember carefully, the most he took in his vent were two fingers. but it proved that his vent could be quite stretchy and take something more if given enough foreplay and gentle ministrations.

“i… i don’t think i would mind it. it sounds kind of fun, actually” he says after a moment of thinking on the matter, accepting the fact that yes, he can take it. he wanted to try these new feelings and challenges with you. everything would be right when with you.

“i would love to try this new toy” he finally comes to a conclusion, turning his head so he could place kisses on your neck and cheeks, purring in happiness when he could hear you chuckling. you should laugh more. the dragon loved the sound of your laughter — like soft bells chiming in the morning.

patting his thigh to tell him to open up his legs further, it was now your turn to plant kisses on his neck. you couldn’t exactly bite his shoulders as he still had his pajama shirt on, but you can take care of it tomorrow morning. so, you settle on peppering kisses on his neck, the faint scales that were around his artery, giving it a light suckle to which you got a breathy moan for. all the while you allow his vent to get used to the feeling of the toy, the material of it and its size, simply rubbing it over the soft outer scales.

“gonna push it in, okay pretty?” you whisper in his ear, to which he whimpered and nodded, one of his hands leaving his chest to intertwine his hand with yours. so cute. you can only hope he won’t crush your hand accidentally.

ever so softly, whispering praises to how good he was taking the toy into the shell of his ear, you take in the delicious noises he makes with a great amount of pride. the great and only dragon who could wipe out an entire nation off of the face of the earth, choosing you as his mate and bonding with you. having his faith in you that you would take good care of him and his pleasures. it was a heavy emotion and one that comes with responsibility to a certain degree and you would always be sure to handle the heart of his that he willingly gave you, with tenderness of a first snow.

“aaah mmggh—! uungh♡︎ it’s in! i-it’s aaaanhg♡︎♡︎ hummg♥︎ inside... it’s insiiiecckk—♡︎♥︎!!” your dragon squeals, hips thrusting back and forth into the air as he feels the soft round edge of the toy pressed against the soft spongy spot inside his vent. it felt foreign to have something other than your hand touch him there, perhaps even disrespectful since it was supposed to be the only soft spot that only you must have the privilege to know and touch! but for the sake of this new level of pleasure that you promised, he swallowed his hissy fits, instead replacing them with a whiny soft moan.

“i know, pretty. i know. deep breaths for me, pretty” you murmur, giving soft squeezes to his hand that was tightly holding your own. his tail starting to wrap around your ankle and up your calf further with the fluffy haired end wagging in the air playfully around your knees. you let him get used to the feeling of the toy first. gently rubbing it back and forth on his spongy spot, hearing the way his breathing picks up pace as he throws his head onto your shoulder.

“gonna turn it on now, pretty” you warn him, keeping a close eye on the way his expression shifts. if he shows the slightest bit of pain, uncomfortable feelings or signs of discomfort, you were going to ditch the idea. a moment of pleasure is not worth loosing your comfort over, after all. thankfully, he was reacting well to the new intrusion. only positive notes of his pleasured noises and star crossed eyes. you say it to him again, this time just a bit louder with a squeeze to his hand in case he was starting to lose himself. that seemed to snap him out of his trance. just enough to nod his head to you.

“o-okay… okayhhh i understaaaNGGHH!! [n-name]♥︎♥︎[namenamenamenam]—♥︎♥︎ h-haaangh mmhg s-shoo much♡︎ f-feelsh too much♡︎♥︎!!” just a single switch to the lowest level of the vibrator and he was already shrieking, sobbing and thrashing about on the bed. legs shutting around your hand instinctively, salty globs of tears falling as he goes slack jawed. his entire body shakes as he squirts into his stomach, but this time, he squirted from both of his cocks at the same time. the pretty pink tips weakly letting out a few more drops before he was fully hard on both cocks again.

all the while, you watched with an ever growing jubilation as your lover is reduced to this mess on your lap. legs shaking like a newborn fawn’s, cheeks and pointy ears a lovely shade of red as his jaw hangs slack open. every now and then, he would go quiet, arch his back off of you before a loud shriek would follow as the vibrator hits just right. you could see hearts in his eyes, completely docile as his pupils grow wide, so much so you could barely see the glow of his eye color.

so pathetically cute as he mewls your name in a slurred gibberish, repeating it over and over like a broken record. a broken recording that only had one word and is stuck in an eternal loop to say that recording. the most prettiest one. one that you wanted to be selfish and hear all day, everyday.

“u-uuuugckk! aaaanhg gyanh!! mrrrph— luv you♡︎ luvyouluvyouluvyous’much♥︎! luv yoouugh [n-naamee], luv you sho muchhh♡︎♡︎ f-fuUUNGK—♥︎♥︎” he trashes about on the bed, constant declaration of love falling from his lips, kicking his legs at the blanket as he sobs deliriously until he squirts yet again. his own cum splattering over to his chest, soiling his shirt and wetting his still hard pink nipples. you give one of them a pinch, delighted as he mewls in a hoarse voice. pinching and tugging on the cute nub, rubbing the still vibrating toy around his spongy spot, you watch in sheer adoration and obsession as he shoots blanks.

turning off the toy, you coax his legs open so you could move your hand and slip the toy out of his vent. when the girth of the toy slowly slips out of his abused now puffy vent, your dragon lets out a sob as his hips jolt violently. you could see his juices dripping out of his fluttering vent, wanting to finger it back inside him but knowing that it would push him way too far over his limits.

“shh shh, there there, pretty. i got you. you did so amazing” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his middle to pull him flush against yourself. wiping away his tears and drool, you places butterfly kisses over his face as you ground him back to his mind. he was far too gone and he hated having baths when he was way too lost in his subspace. if he isn’t responsive enough when bathing together, he will throw yet another hissy fit.

“mmmgh… tired…” you could hear him croak out after a long time of rocking him in your arms. he was slowly coming back which meant it was time for a bath. but until he fully regains his mind, it was better to cuddle him close as his tail has a mind of its own and has yet to let go of your ankle. at all.

smooch! maybe another kiss to his pink cheeks would help him ground himself faster.

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