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ohdeerfully · 3 months

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alastor request HAI can it be based on the fact that alastor doesn't sleep, and it's his lover finding out that petting his ears during cuddling makes him fall asleep.

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yess i love sleepy alastor thank u so much anon :D!!

Goodmorning, Love

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You were well aware of the Radio Demon’s sleep habits. Or, well, lack of sleep habits. You often spent nights in his room, where he would sit with you in bed until you fell asleep and go do whatever the hell he gets up to late at night. You always woke up in an empty room, and often so in the middle of the night, struggling to rest again as a greedy tightness gripped your chest in worry and disappointment.

You understood, though, and tried your best not to let it get to you that you didn’t have his warm body next to you when you woke every morning. But you couldn’t help that twinge of sadness. You weren’t particularly needy or clingy, but would it kill him to stay in bed with you for a single night? And to have a slice of domestic bliss as you woke up?

Obviously.

You roll your eyes as you lay, staring up at the ceiling. You had just gotten ready for bed, and now waited for said demon to join you for a few hours. Your fingers tapped, impatient, against your chest as you hummed absentmindedly.

“How lovely,” You heard him speak. Tickles of that radio static that always followed him clung to your exposed skin, which was signal enough that he had entered the room had he not announced himself. “What a siren you are, luring me here with that hum of yours.”

You smiled slightly at his comment, scooching over slightly to encourage him over. He obliged, joining you under the covers. He still wore his usual outfit, which made sense considering his tendency to go away all night. You purse your lips at the thought, slightly chewing on the skin.

“Why the face?” Of course he noticed your expression. He always noticed when any emotion tickled your face. You appreciated the genuine tone in his voice, the typical buzz of radio barely detectable in his words. He always got a little softer and kinder when he was alone with you like this.

You appreciated nights with him, being able to see a side of him that nobody else would live to spread word of. You enjoyed feeling a little special, especially to somebody like him.

“Do you think you could stay in,” You asked cautiously, fiddling with your hands as you inched closer to him, pressing your body against his. Even laying, he still seemed much taller than you. You gingerly guided his head down, against your chest as you spoke, hoping the multitasking would keep him from sitting up and rejecting your intimate gestures. “Just for a night. I miss you all night long.”

He allowed his head to lay against you. He did feel tense, of course, letting the back of his head be exposed in this manner as he lay vulnerable on you. It was a strange feeling, but not one he cared to consider for too long.

“(Y/N),” He began with a sigh. “It’s impossible for me to get much done during the day, what with all the running around Charlie does. Somebody has to keep an eye on that young princess. I prefer to stay awake to get my own errands done at night.”

I know that, you wanted to say and interrupt his explanatory ramble. You wanted to beg him to understand, just this once. You held in a sigh, watching as his head gently rose and fell with every breath you took. Maybe you should just take this submission from him as good enough.

You gingerly began tangling your fingers through his red hair, brushing out any kinks he may have gotten throughout the day. His tense body seemed to ease slightly, becoming more and more relaxed as you weaved your fingers through the locks.

“You have really soft hair, Al,” You commented, changing the subject. You figured there was no use convincing him. You let your fingers lightly trail upwards, up to his ears. You grazed them slightly with a finger. You touched again. When he made no motion of dislike, you fully began rubbing them. Petting him. You smiled to yourself at the idea of petting the feared Radio Demon. “And your ears are even softer.”

“I try to take care of myself,” He responded proudly. There was another hint of something in his voice, but you couldn’t quite place what it was. But it seemed heavy. “A well groomed man is a successful one.” You absentmindedly agreed as you stroked the velvety fur of his ears, switching back and forth between them and his hair. You had a preference for the ears, though.

You sighed and began humming quietly again. He rarely got so… comfortable, even around you. He always had some sort of guard up, always had his shoulders squared. He almost never became so… loose and vulnerable.

You noticed the clippings of radio frequency had stopped, which was a noise that was ever present in his wake. You had a suspicion why it disappeared, a small grin forming on your face.

Yes, the Radio Demon never slept. But that was a choice he made, not a curse that prevented him. Even demons get tired. You don’t know how Alastor makes it day by day without a wink of rest, but it was apparent that exhaustion had built up in him. He just needed to relax for a second.

You graced your fingers over his fringe, and craned your neck in a way to get a glance at his face. Yeah, you were right.

He laid there, eyes shut, features relaxed with the lightest grin playing on his face. Even in sleep, you complained. It didn’t really matter. What mattered was the sound of his deep, slow breathing and occasional twitch of his velvety ears. You briefly wondered what the Radio Demon would dream about.

Would he be aggravated with you when he woke up, realizing you had practically cast a sleep spell on him? You didn’t, but the rate of which exhaustion took over may as well have been some sort of magic.

You shut your own heavy eyes, exhaling lightly as you continued to comfort yourself with the texture of his fur and hair. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep.

You craned your arms and neck as consciousness came back to you, but an unfamiliar weight kept you from getting that good stretch in. Momentarily confused, you blinked open and looked down.

Red and black hair, more of a mess than usual, still took place on your torso. This was a first, and your chest felt like exploding with the glee of seeing Alastor still resting with you. He somehow looked even more relaxed than the night before, his cheek flush against your stomach, squishing his lips up slightly. A light grin was still there.

You gently brushed your fingers over his face, trailing a line around his features with an index finger. His eyes squeezed for a moment, and that static ambience of his slowly, quietly, returned. It was a noise that you had learned to find comfort in. He slowly opened his red eyes, a confused and sleepy daze clouding them. There was a wrinkle in his brow as he roughly propped himself up with an elbow, looking up at you with a furrowed expression.

“(Y/N)..?” He trailed, pausing to take in a shuddering morning yawn through a confused smirk. “Did I… Dear, what time is it?”

You looked at him tenderly. Oh, how cute he was, sleepy like this. Composed like an exhausted kid. Something even you have never seen before.

“Yeah,” You responded to his unspoken question. “It’s probably seven a.m. or so. I dunno.” There wasn’t a clock in your immediate line of sight.” “A.m. …” He said slowly. He sat up fully, looking down in disappointment at his wrinkled day wear. He quickly blinked the sleep from his eyes and managed to bring some composure to himself, but that lick of exhaustion was still prominent. Especially under his eyes.

“Yeah,” You said again, a light chuckle following. “Goodmorning, Al.”

He wasn’t obviously upset, it seemed. Though he probably was too tired to think about it too much yet. Maybe later.

“Well… Goodmorning, love.” He responded, still with a hint of confusion in his voice. “I suppose I accepted your plea from last night.” He brushed at his clothes while he spoke, trying to flatten out the creases that were brought on through a night of rest.

“Maybe more often?” You asked, twiddling your thumbs in anticipation. You already knew the answer, but it was okay. You knew how to keep him in now. You mischievously smirked as he closed his eyes and shook his head.

“Unlikely.”

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2hightocare · 2 months

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ACQUAINTANCES!

Synopsis: Jungkook and you can only stand each other whenever you guys are fucking, well that’s what you guys thought initially.

Parings: fuckboy!jungkook x fuckgirl!reader

Genre: college au! fwb! e2l!

Warnings: smut!! Open ending, no confession. Rough sex, unprotected sex (pls wrap it) Smut with just a tiny bit of plot if you squint, reader is a squirter (sorry not sorry) daddy/mommy kink, cussing, blowjob, reader crying from pleasure, jk is a dirty talker, banter, a lot of bickering from both of them, cute fluff at the end for Valentine’s Day!

a/n: hai my loves, i disappeared for a while.. I’ve been really busy with school at the moment. But I wrote this short pwp for all of you as a valentines gift before I lag again.. I’m trying to write an actual f1 driver!jk fic right now so sorry if I’m not updating as much…. But anywho enjoy my little gift<3⭐️

“That’s my good girl, fuck." He plunges deeper into you, hitting your spot repeatedly. His hand lays on your head, pushing you down into the mattress, your makeup smudged from sucking his cock, and tears stream down your face.

“Right there, baby, that’s it.” Jungkook pounds into you from behind; your legs are shaking, trying so hard not to give out. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his cock spreads your walls deliciously. “Agh fuck.” You moan loudly, your mouth hanging open, drool spilling out onto the white sheets.

You reach behind you, pushing him off you. A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he watches your legs shake. Your breaths are heavy, and you are trying so hard to catch your breath. “Take it off.” You whine about the condom; you reach for Jungkook's cock and pull on the clear condom, taking it off.

“Want me to fuck you, raw princess?” Jungkook groans, grabbing the base of his cock, giving your pussy a few slaps with his length, making you clench over nothing. Jungkook uses one of his arms to pick you up and turn you around, your back pressed against the comfortable mattress. “Feels good, huh?” He asks as he slowly rubs your swollen, aching clit with his thumb. Jungkook watches your expression, your eyebrows furrowed, your eyes cloudy, trying so hard to keep them open, his hand reaching to your tear-stained cheeks, squeezing them, making your mouth form a kiss.

“What do you say?” Jungkook asks as you slowly nod your head. You were fucked dumb, and he knew that, which made him chuckle softly. He could tell from how you couldn’t even answer the question or even fight him for it like you usually do.

“Speak up; use your words, baby.” Jungkook smirks, giving your cheeks a light slap before squeezing them again. “Feels so good.” You slur, and you squeeze your legs together to relieve some of the tension your center is feeling. You have come four times now, and Jungkook none.

“Good girl.” Jungkook says before helping you sit up as he leans against the header, his hard laying on his stomach. Jungkook is packed, to say the least; even when he’s soft, you can see his imprint in his underwear.

It scared you at first when he pulled it out because, how the fuck was that going to fit in you? You swear you almost got up and left.

“That’s not going to fit.” You say, your pointer finger pointing at his thick length in his hand. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Jungkook chuckles, and you give him a glare back instead, showing that you are serious. “It’s going to fit; we’ll make it fit, baby.” He grins. "Plus, you can take four fingers; you’ll be fine.” He comes closer to you and says, "It’ll feel so good, I promise.” He whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your back.

You crawl your way to him, stopping between his legs; his eyes bore into yours. “You’re so pretty.” He compliments you, swiping his thumb on your bottom lip. “Fuck off, you just want your dick sucked.” You roll your eyes, grabbing the base of his cock. Your small hand, not even being able to wrap around his cock, always sent Jungkook a sense of pride to his chest.

“Gon’ suck daddy’s cock?” Jungkook moves your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “If you call yourself daddy one more time, I will bite your dick; don’t try me.” You glare up at him. "Well, isn’t she back? Not even five minutes ago, you were calling me daddy.” Jungkook chuckles at your expression. You looked hot with his cock inches away from your face, slightly twitching, waiting to be sucked.

You and Jungkook had history; to say the least, you both kind of hated each other. If it wasn’t because he said something you didn’t like, it was because he breathed a little too loudly around you.

Just something about his smug face looking at you and throwing snarky comments had you wanting to claw your acrylics into his skin. Which was something Jungkook loved; he loved watching you roll your eyes every time you saw him, and he absolutely loved it when you fought back with him.

You had no clue how you ended up throwing insults at him every five seconds whenever he would show up anywhere; you would say it was because he was a man whore. You heard from every girl on campus how good he fucked but left right after coming, or if they were lucky, he left before they woke up. But honestly, that really doesn’t matter now that you’re in his bed getting your guts rearranged almost every seven days of the week by him.

Jungkook doesn't hate you; he just loves challenging you. Plus, he thought the only way he could find himself talking and being closer to you meant arguing; he would take it. You are well known on campus as well; his friends warned him about you, but you were just his type. So who was he to throw out the possibility of having you in his bed?

You didn’t even know how you ended up becoming friends with benefits—something along the lines of a frat party, an angry make-out session, and sex in someone’s bed. Jungkook fucked you so good; you are hundred percent sure you passed out and saw stars.

What were strictly professional meetings? how you like to call them? Turned into sleepovers, hanging out, cuddling, and calling each other cute nicknames. You guys still fought; it was more like bickering now. What you both weren’t looking for was a catching feeling; it started as having sex whenever one of you was horny, but now you find yourself wanting to be with each other regardless if you guys’ had sex or not.

“Now I don’t want to suck your dick after you called yourself daddy; that’s such an ick.” You scrunch your nose, giving his cock a tug, making him bite his lip with a laugh.

“That’s an ick? Ick when you told me to call you mommy like a month ago.” Jungkook recalls making your eyes widen. “Stop, I was drunk.” You whine, rolling your eyes. “We both said we wouldn’t bring it up, plus I said it as in sugar mommy.” You try to explain yourself as Jungkook smiles down at you.

“Sugar mommy? I pay for everything, so just shut up." Jungkook chuckles, grabbing ahold of his cock, giving it a pump.

You only follow his movements with your eyes as your pussy oozes with your juices, your wetness dripping down your thighs. Jungkook presses his cock to your cheek before slapping it multiple times. “My favorite view—imagine this, but on my lock screen." Jungkook jokes, which makes you glare at him. “In your dreams.” You say.

“It’s definitely in my dreams,” he groans. Jungkook moves his dick to your lips before patting his length on them. “Open.” He orders, which you immediately do, taking his tip into your mouth.

"Agh,” he chokes in a moan as you suck on the swollen tip. You replace his hands with yours pumping in his shaft while you try to take as much as you can down your throat. “Fuck.” Jungkook throws his head back, and you bob your head up and down his cock.

“So big.” You breathe out before returning to bob your head at a fast pace. Drool accumulates in your cheeks, dripping down Jungkook's cock. “Don’t boost my ego more, baby.” Jungkook howls; his tattooed hand gets a hold of your head before pushing it down. You gag on his cock, but Jungkook doesn’t care as he continues to fuck into your mouth. “Aw shit, shit shit.” Jungkook moans with each thrust into your warm mouth.

Tears run down your cheeks as Jungkook uses your mouth. Your hands rest on his hip bones, tapping slightly whenever you need to breathe. “Right there, baby, that’s it.” Jungkook mumbles, his cock twitching in your mouth, meaning he’s close. Before he could come, he pulled your head off of him with a loud pop. Strings of saliva and pre-cum connect your mouth and his cock.

“Fuck!” Jungkook pumps his cock hurriedly, his eyes shut as strings of curse words leave his mouth. “Where do I come? Shit.” Jungkook moans, his abs flexing as his hips lift up with each thrust into his hand. “Tits.” You wipe your mouth, positioning yourself in front of him before he shoots strings of his sticky cum on your round boobs. “Ahh fuck.” Jungkook chokes on another moan, giving his cock one last pump.

His chest heaves as he tries so hard to catch his breath, peeking an eye open and seeing you on your knees with your tits adorned with his cum. You giggle at his state. “I think you just boosted my ego by putting ‘expert at giving head' in my resume.” You joke as his chest rumbles with laughter.

“The head game is strong. Who taught you that?” Jungkook asks, and an inch of jealousy pikes his chest as he thinks about you ever giving a blowjob to someone else that wasn’t him. “Myself, you can do so much with a dildo.” You flutter your eyelashes at him, running your hands down his chest. His cock twitches as he watches you lay back down on the bed, your legs spread open as an invitation.

“Have I told you how good of an idea it was to get this mattress? Yeah, this one is a lot nicer,” Jungkook says as he starts to hover over your much smaller frame. “Whenever we fuck, it doesn’t leave me with back pain,” he moans when he easily slides his cock in you from how wet you are, a sharp moan that leaves your throat.

“It's al- also comfy.” You moan between deep breaths as his cock hits your g-spot. “Yeah, yeah, whatever it’s comfortable to sleep on,” he chuckles as his eyes flutter shut when you clench around him, sending him deeper into you.

“Shit! tightest pussy ever.” His grip tightens on your thighs, which are pushed up by him. “Do you see how pretty your pussy looks being filled with my cock?” He motions to his length, buried deep inside you. The noticeable bulge on your tummy has him wanting to ram inside you without restraint.

He watches as you just hum with your eyes closed, “I said look.” Jungkook's hand gets a hold of your hair, pulling you upward, making you see his cock in you.

“I’m going to get a cramp because of you.” You moan as you watch his cock slowly slide out, making the bulge disappear before reappearing again when he slammed back, making your eyes shut with a scream. “You’ll be fine,” he laughs before slamming into you. The grip on your hair doesn’t loosen as your eyes vision is just his cock sliding in and out of your pussy over and over again.

“Open your eyes; come on, baby.” He gives your hair a little tug, making your eyes shoot open with your mouth wide open. “Fuck! Prettiest view, huh?” Jungkook's hips slam into you repeatedly.

“Ah, cramp,” you moan as he lets go of your hair, making you drop onto the mattress with a shake. His movements didn’t halt as he continued to fuck into you.

Jungkook holds onto your legs before powering into you. Your hands grip onto the sheets as the moans flow out of your mouth uncontrollably. Jungkook spreads your legs open before pressing his palm on your lower belly on his bulge, sending a sense of shock through your body. Jungkook feels your pussy tighten, which only meant one thing, “I’m going to squirt, oh fuck.” You rush out, trying so hard to push him off.

Jungkook found out you were squirted when he fucked you in the bathroom at a Christmas party. Your red skirt lifted up to your ass, and your Santa Claus hat held on for dear life with each thrust he slammed into you. You didn’t expect to leave the bathroom with a drenched shirt; you only laughed at his reaction.

Jungkook pulls out immediately, inserting three of his fingers in you before pounding them in and out of you. Your body spasms with each curl of his fingers inside you, sending spurts of liquid out of you with a scream. Your eye vision went blurry, and as your head went lightheaded from the immense pleasure you were feeling, your hands gripped so tightly on the sheets that they went white.

“Are you breathing?” Jungkook chuckles at your spent body on his bed. He gives your pussy a small slap before kissing your cheek. "Mhm,” you pout, closing your legs, which has him laughing before he stands up and makes his way to the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” You peek an eye open, watching him put on his boxers, his dick still hard from your guys previous activities. “I'm getting you a towel and clothes, princess.” Jungkook enters his bathroom, picking up a clean towel before making his way beside you.

“Let me clean you; spread." Jungkook taps on your thigh. You cover your face as he cleans you up. Small moans leave your mouth from the oversensitivity. You felt comfortable letting Jungkook do these things for you; even though they were super intimate, it didn’t feel wrong when Jungkook did it.

“All clean, let me help you put this on.” He motions to your pink panties you left a week ago in his house. Just thinking of Jungkook washing your underwear made your chest ache. "Up,” he says to your arms as he puts his black shirt over you.

“You didn’t come,” you say, looking at his erection. "It doesn’t matter; it’ll go away. Are you craving anything so I can DoorDash?” Jungkook skips over your question. “Wings..?” You pout as Jungkook picks you up and places you on the chair in his room as he changes the wet sheets for a new set.

“Order some; my phone is over there.” He points to his phone on the nightstand. Your heart skipped a beat. Not ever did one of your exes ever let you touch their phones, so for Jungkook to tell you to get his phone like nothing made your heart speed up, even if you both didn’t establish the boyfriend and girlfriend label.

Let’s just say you ended your night with wings in bed and a cute man cuddling with you all night until the morning.

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yuutx · 14 days

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okkotsu yūta x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw + unprotected sex / raw sex ﾉ praise kink ﾉ orgasm denial ﾉ size kink ﾉ mentions of tummy bulge ﾉ handjob ﾉ yūta's first time ( loss of virginity ) ﾉ msub + fdom ﾉ not proofread ! ૮Ꮚ ⸝⸝´ ٥ ˋ⸝⸝ ꒱ა

hai friends ! hope u r all doin' well ! here 2 bless u all with sum sub! yūta content ! i jus' couldnt stop thinkin' 'n daydreamin about him all day . . i had 2 write something ! art credits go to @/sso_s__ on twitter ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

His hands were fidgeting with the sheets, the material bunching up around his fingers. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, his eyes wide and full of lust as he watched you strip off your clothes, revealing your bare breasts, your soft curves. He couldn't tear his gaze away from you, mesmerized by the sight of your body, his mouth practically watering as he watched you step closer to him, your hips swaying seductively.

"So cute.." You whispered, crawling onto the bed, straddling his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, "My sweet, sweet Yuuta.." You murmured, cupping his cheek, caressing his skin. Yuuta leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly. "Can I touch you, sweetheart?" You asked, placing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

" Please.." He whispered, his cheeks flushing pink. You smiled softly, stroking his hair, your fingertips brushing against the shell of his ear, tracing along the edge of his jaw. Your eyes met his, your hand moving lower, down the side of his neck, across his collarbone, and over his chest, your palm resting over his heart. "Mmhmm, so soft.." You hummed, feeling the erratic beat of his heart.

Yuuta swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing, his breath hitching when you began to slowly move your hips, grinding yourself against him, teasing him. You could feel his hardness pressing into your thigh, the bulge growing more prominent with each roll of your hips. "So big, aren’t you, angel? I can feel it.." You cooed, a sultry smile curving your lips.

He let out a shaky breath, his fingers digging into the fabric of the sheets, his knuckles turning white. His eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan slipping past his parted lips, his hips jerking involuntarily. You giggled softly, leaning down and kissing him gently, tasting his lips. He tasted sweet, like honey, vanilla, and you couldn't help but moan softly, pulling him closer.

He whimpered against your mouth, his hands releasing the sheets, sliding up your legs, then settling on your waist. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, Yuuta.." You breathed against his lips, your hands trailing down his sides, caressing his skin. He shivered beneath your touch, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed up at you, his breathing labored. "So pretty.. So perfect.." You whispered, cupping his face. "My beautiful boy.." You murmured, pressing your forehead against his. He whimpered softly, his lips parting, his eyes falling closed, his cheeks rosy with color. You smiled tenderly, pecking his nose. "Relax for me, sweetheart." You murmured. "Let me.." Your fingers danced along the hem of his pants, dipping underneath the material. "Take care of you."

He bit his lip, his hips twitching, his thighs trembling, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "You're so hard.." You said softly, your fingers curling around his length, stroking him slowly, teasing him, coaxing him, before pulling his boxers down, freeing his throbbing erection. You gasped softly, your eyes widening, taking in the size of him. You hadn't expected him to be so big, so thick, but there it was, standing tall, proud, and eager. "Oh my, Yuuta, you're huge.." You murmured, unable to keep your hands to yourself, your fingertips stroking him, tracing the length of him, feeling every vein, every ridge, and every throb.

His mouth fell open, his head lolling back against the pillows, a strangled moan spilling from his lips, his body writhing, his hips thrusting upwards. "Mmm.. So responsive.." You said, licking your lips, your own arousal beginning to seep out of you, dampening the inside of your thighs. "Are you sensitive, baby?" You asked, stroking his shaft.

"Y-yes, oh God.." He stammered, his muscles tensing, his body quivering. "It's too much, I can't-" He cried out, his cock throbbing, his orgasm already so close. "No, no, no, not yet, love.." You soothed, letting go of his length. "You can't be cumming already.." You murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead. "We've barely started.." You said, wrapping your fingers around him again, your thumb stroking the head, swirling the beads of precum, teasing the slit, making him gasp, his hips bucking wildly. "So close, so close, so close, so close.." He panted, his cock pulsating, twitching, his balls tightening. You chuckled lowly, leaning down and whispering in his ear. "Be a good boy and hold it in.." You murmured, kissing the side of his neck, sucking and biting, marking him. He whimpered, his hips stilling, his cock straining, the veins protruding, his body tense, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth hanging open. You smiled, pulling away from him, watching as his orgasm ebbed away, leaving him gasping for air.

"Is my angel a virgin? Do you not touch yourself?" You questioned, continuing to stroke his length, keeping him on edge, refusing to let him cum. His heavy balls were full of his seed, aching for release, needing to spill their contents. "N-no.." He moaned, his hands fisting the sheets, his head shaking back and forth. "Ne-never had t-time.." He managed to choke out, his chest heaving, his eyes watering. "Oh, Yuuta, what a shame.." You pouted, your thumb circling his tip, rubbing the underside, your fingers lightly massaging his balls. "You're so pent up, sweetheart.." You nuzzled his cheek, peppering his jaw with kisses. "So heavy.. They're aching, aren't they? I can feel them.." You crooned, tugging on his swollen sac. He let out a strangled cry, his cock jerking violently, a thick glob of precum oozing out of his tip. "O-oh please.. P-please.." He begged, tears running down his cheeks, his eyes glassy with desire. "I can't.. I need to cum.. It hurts.." He whined, his body trembling. "Please, please, please.. I can't.." He sobbed, his voice breaking, his cock throbbing harder than ever.

"Poor baby.." Pausing, you released him once more, letting him come down from his high. He groaned in frustration, his hips rocking, his cock twitching. "I can't, I can't, I can't, please, please, please.." He rambled, his hands reaching out to grab you, trying to pull you closer. You took pity on him, moving to straddle his lap, pressing his length against your belly, the tip of him peeking out from under your breasts. "It's okay, angel, it's okay.. 'm gonna make you cum.." You promised, guiding his cock between your sticky folds, coating him in your slick. He keened, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, his hips rutting, desperate for friction. "Ssshhh, just a little longer.." You soothed, lowering yourself onto his throbbing shaft, sheathing him completely, an ever so slight bulge appearing in your abdomen. "Fuck.." You breathed, your walls fluttering around him, squeezing him tightly, milking him. "Feel good, sweetheart?" You asked, cupping his chin. "S-so g-good.." He stammered, his hips rolling, his cock throbbing. "Mmm, good.." You purred, slowly lifting yourself off of him, only to slam back down, the force of it causing you to jolt forward, your breasts bouncing. "O-oh.. O-oh god.." He gasped, his eyes widening, his jaw dropping. "Does that feel good?" You asked, repeating the motion, his tip kissing your cervix, stretching your walls to their limit.

"Y-yes, oh, god yes!" He whined, his back arching, his legs spreading wider, giving you better access. "F-faster.." He panted, his cock weeping, his balls pulsating. You complied, picking up the pace, slamming yourself down onto his length, riding him with wild abandon. Every bounce caused your breasts to jiggle, colliding with his chest, your rosy buds dragging against his skin. He sobbed, his head tossing from side to side, his eyes screwed shut, his mouth hanging open, drool trickling down his chin. "G-gonna, gonna, gonna, oh god, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-" He babbled, his length twitching inside of you, his body quaking, a long awaited orgasm rising to the surface. "Hhhgghh.. cum, cum, cum, cum, cum.." He heaved, his entire body going rigid, his muscles locking up, his cock erupting, a stream of cum gushing from his tip, flooding your insides, his balls emptying themselves. You moaned, clenching around him, drawing more of his seed from his spent shaft, his length spurting a few more times, painting your walls with gooey ropes of pearly white, an abundance of the sticky substance overflowing and dripping out of you, soiling the sheets. "Oh, fuck.." He cursed, his hands grabbing onto your waist, moving you up and down his shaft, milking his length. "S-so good.. S-so good.." He sobbed, his body convulsing, his orgasm tearing through him, your own high following close behind, your juices coating his pelvis. He whimpered, his cock finally going limp, his balls drained. He collapsed against the pillows, panting heavily, his heart racing.

You moved his hair out of his face, caressing his cheeks, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, a sweet, tender gesture. "There you go, sweetheart.. Just breathe.." You murmured, rubbing his chest, soothing him, coaxing him through the aftershocks of his first orgasm. He sighed contently, his body relaxing, his eyelids growing heavy. "You did so well, Yuuta.." You praised, holding him close and cradling him in your arms, not even bothering to remove his softened length. "My angel, my beautiful boy.. you did so well.."

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Pirlouit experienced unimaginable torment at breakfast this morning.

The worst kind of bullying a donkey can go through. Someone tried to steal his hay.

(It's hard to take photos of Pan mid-crime because he is so fast. He's a shadow. A dream.)

(Or rather, a donkey's worst nightmare.)

To be fair, Pandolf clearly wasn't trying to steal anyone's hay. He wanted to kiss Pirlouit's cheek (he learnt this from Poldine), and was only going to do it once, but then Pirlouit freaked out at this blatant attempt to steal his mouthful of hay, and Pandolf thought Pirlouit's reaction was very funny, so he did it again five hundred times. (It gets funnier every time)

Are we having fun, Pirlouit?

If Pirou looks dirty it's because he rolled around in the mud first thing this morning. It was soft and refreshing and lovely, he thought this Tuesday was starting in a most auspicious manner.

But then Pandolf tried to steal his hay.

Eventually, Pampelune the Llamatriarch intervened, full of majestic authority.

I took Pandolf with me to lock him in the barn for a bit and let his friends eat in peace—but when I turned around I saw Pampe spit on Pirlouit to ban him from the communal pile of hay!

Pirlouit looked simply crushed under this avalanche of injustice.

#crawling along

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this is really specific but imagine being a Farmer and taking in a Minotaur who was abused and used for fighting. And like he’s bred to be a absolute f**cking tank. im talking like 8’6, scars and muscles, massive strong horns, callused hands etc. Because of the abuse and the fighting he was forced Into all his life he hates all humans, but for some reason he doesn’t want to hurt you. And as the months slowly rolls by he starts to warm up to you to the point he lets you touch him…Just for a little bit though

He is always surprised by your kindness. He's known many humans, and none have ever smiled at him like you do. Or ask him how his day has been. What surprises him most is how you always look him in the eyes when you talk to him. You never bark orders while absentmindedly checking your phone or blatantly examining his muscles while asking him to do labor. You always look him in the eye, or at least you look up. Sometimes it's hard to meet his gaze, especially if the sun is in your eyes and you can't quite make out where his head is. But that little act of respect almost always surprises him. It's almost like you see him as an equal.

You always say please and thank you. Even when he's just doing his job, work is the only reason he's here, yet you act like he's done you a huge favor when he does something as simple as refilling the watering cans. He almost never responds either, He just grunts dismissively. That never seems to bother you. No, nothing as shallow as a bad attitude would darken your sunshine.

It's funny. He's never really "liked" something about a human before. He's respected some of them. He's admired the bravery of the ones stupid enough to step in the ring with him. But he actually likes your positive attitude, and how nice you are... and your smile.

He likes the sunshine. On sunny days when there isn't much work left, you'll often find him lying in the middle of the field, enjoying the sun. He doesn't mind talking about his scars if you want to ask. Though, to be honest. He doesn't remember the details of most of them. It's all the same story anyway. A fight. A lance to the side before the fight to make him mad. A beating after he lost a fight. The individual scars all seem to blur together.

You show him a few of your scars, and you seem to remember the stories better. There's a web of scaring over the back of your hand he's noticed before but never asked about. You tell him you were stringing up a barbed wire fence, and the wire cut your knuckles. It bothers him for some reason. You're so sweet, never having been in a fight, and still you have scars. He doesn't like the idea of you being hurt. He tells you if the fence ever needs repairs he'll do it for you.

You're always careful not to touch him. He flinches if you so much as move too fast, and well... he is an animal, a reactive one at that. You're right to be cautious around him. It doesn't hurt his feelings. He respects you for the space you give him. He does have a sneaking suspicion that you want to touch him.

When he tells you about his past, you'll reach for his hand before pulling away and telling him how sorry you are to hear that. Or when he hands you something, you'll brush your fingers against his, even when you're normally so cautious to not let that happen.

Your eyes land on a piece of hay striking out of his messy hair right by his ear. You point it out but, he can't seem to find it himself. He always just barely misses it. Eventually, he crouches and bows his head low enough for you to reach the top of his head.

"Can you uhm, will you get it for me?" he asks shyly. You nod and easily pull out the hay. you pull away but he stops you.

"Wait- just check for anything else stuck in my hair, please?" he asks. you comply, running your fingers through his hair and checking for any more hay.

He still doesn't like being touched, but it's nice to know that your hands are soft and your touch is as kind and gentle as everything else about you. He wonders if touch could feel good and if you'd be willing to show him.

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