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Sdv cam Girl au...

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Hooters Roosters AU😎

Sam and Seb on their smoke break

Little close up

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hii omg i havent been here in a while since you started posting sdv and ive missed you :')

was reading through some of your kavetham and diluc works and i was just reminded of how much i love your style <33 esp for your hybrid stuff omg they make me feel some typa way

have a good day and tysm for making such awesome fics :D

Ahh you're too sweet !

Writing has been tricky, but I hope I can work on some things soon :]

I actually played some Genshin recently! Finally, finally getting into the Fontaine Archon quest.. oops ehe, I've explored the majority of the region, same with Nathan, but haven't done any quests...

But!! It's got me feeling lovey towards the characters again~ thinking about Diluc a lot recently actually.. <333

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I wrote this because of @neetily and the absolute Kent brainrot they infected me with. Never thought I'd betray my regular husband Sebastian but you've got me fixated on daddy Kent so bad.

Content warnings: incest, father/daughter, daddy kink, alcohol mention but not intox kink, dubcon, manipulation, mention of sister/brother, first time, virginity, innocence kink, loss of virginity, cheating technically, could be taken as dd/lg but wasn't written with that intention

You've gotten yourself your first boyfriend and Kent can't get over his surprising jealousy of seeing you together.

Kent took another sip of the strong spirit in his glass and glanced at the clock. It wasn't even 11 yet, he really had to relax. He couldn't help it though, ever since his little girl had gotten herself a boyfriend it's all he could think about.

Sebastian was a fine enough young man for you, Kent supposed. He had been his son Sam’s best friend for years. You'd always enjoyed hanging out with your big brother and his friends, playing video games with them and hanging around for band practices. It made sense that they were obsessed with you, so pretty and perfect, but Kent never expected you would return their affections. He couldn't explain why it was eating him up inside.

Not less than 15 minutes later the front door opens to reveal you, Sam, and Sebastian coming back from an evening at The Stardrop Saloon. Your cheeks were flushed with the telltale sign of a few drinks and Kent noticed unhappily about how Sebastian’s arm wrapped around your waist to steady you.

“Hey Dad, just dropping this one off and then Seb and I are going back to his place for some gaming this weekend.” Sam says quickly heading to his room to grab a few things. Kent nods at that and tears his attention away from where Sebastian’s hand rests against your hip. A minute later Sam returns with a hastily packed overnight bag. Much to Kent’s annoyance, Sebastian pulls you in for a tight hug and a quick kiss goodnight. The two head off towards Sebastian's place in the mountains and then the house falls silent once again.

“Come on sweetheart, let's get you some water.” Kent's face immediately softens as he looks down at you, still a little tipsy from the bar. He takes your hand and leads you to your favorite spot on the couch. He settles you down and heads off to the kitchen to get you a glass of water.

Coming back to the living room, Kent can't help but smile at the sight of you all curled up and comfy on the couch. Handing you the glass, he grabs the TV remote and settles onto the couch next to you. “Do you want to take it easy and watch something darling? Whatever you want. Jodi took Vincent to her parents' place this weekend so it's just us.” He flips through a few options before settling on some passable background noise.

You gratefully accepted the water and sipped at it. “Thanks Daddy. I'm not that drunk I promise, you don't gotta baby me. Just a few drinks.”

Kent laughed and gently pulled you in for a side hug. “I don't need any excuse to baby you, you'll always be my Princess no matter what.” He kissed the top of your head, jaw clenching as he remembered Sebastian's lips on yours earlier. Kent keeps you pressed against his side, sliding his hand around your waist to rest against your hip. His hand came to lay right where Sebastian's had been as he escorted you home. Kent ran his thumb over the waistband of your pants, shivering as he brushed a bit of exposed skin as your shirt rode up.

He glanced down to look at you and was surprised to see your eyes wide and looking right back up at him. Your big, beautiful, innocent eyes were locked on his; your perfect, plush lips parted slightly; the slight flush of alcohol reddening your cheeks. Fuck. He could feel a stirring deep inside of him, one he'd been fighting to keep down for a while now. It was wrong. He knew that. He didn't even know where to start the list of reasons why this was wrong. He was married. You were his daughter. You had a boyfriend. You were a little drunk. He was a little drunk. You were his daughter.

But gods, the way you were looking at him, eyes too big and trusting. His thumb continued to rub circles along your waist and he let it so slowly slip under the waistband of your pants. He could feel his fingertip skim just the edge of your panties and his cock throbbed in his own pants.

The noise you let out broke him. A cross between a gasp and a moan. His hand clenched, nails digging into your skin, trying to pull your body even closer to his.

“‘m sorry babygirl.” Kent groaned, dropping his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent deeply “I'm so sorry princess.”

“Daddy?” You pulled back, trying to look at him while he was still buried in your hair. “It’s okay, It's okay, Daddy.”

The words sounded so sweet from your mouth it almost made him believe everything would be fine in the end and that this moment wouldn't change everything irrevocably.

The hand clenching your waist dug in a little tighter as Kent pulled you into his lap, now straddling his hips facing him on the couch. He let out a satisfied moan as your weight pushed against his already half swollen erection, pinning it between your bodies.

“Sorry princess” Kent groaned again as he placed his free hand against your cheek gently, a contrast to the other's firm hold on you and leaned in. “I can't - I need -” He didn't finish his incoherent thought as he pressed his lips to yours.

Of course your lips tasted like a perfect little princess, of vanilla and cherries and sweetness. They were soft, plush, he could feel the spot you bit at when you were nervous. You were immediately yielding to him, he could feel your lips kiss back, trying to keep up with him. When his tongue slid out to dart along the seam of your lips you let him in without objection.

His hand slid from caressing your cheek to cupping the back of your head, holding you even tighter to him as the kisses grew more forceful and frenzied.

“Goddamn it, Princess” Kent groaned, eventually tearing himself away from your lips, now smudged with lipgloss and spit. “I'm sorry doll, I shouldn't have-”

“It's okay Daddy.” You said again, placing a hand on his cheek and smiling at him, still wide eyed and innocent. “It's okay, this is what family does for each other right?”

“Yeah babygirl it's - wait, what?” Kent sobered up for a second as your words processed.

“This is what family does for each other when you love them, yeah? That's what Sam told me. There's some things you should only do with people you love but as long as you love them it's okay.” You explained and Kent’s mind reeled with the implications of what exactly that could mean. What had Sam done to his baby girl? He was worried about what sort of indecent things that Sebastian was going to do to her but maybe he should have been worried about Sam this whole time. Like father, like son and all that.

“Yeah, Princess, there are some things like kisses and touches that are special and should only be with people who love you. Like I do.” Kent affirmed, leaning forward to kiss you once again. “But it's okay if I touch you because I love you.” Kent said, almost sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than you. “Do you love me too babygirl?”

“Of course I love you Daddy.” This time you leaned forward and pressed your soft lips to his in the sweetest sigh of a kiss.

“Good, cuz I love you Princess. I love you so much. You're being such a good girl for me” Kent murmured into the kiss, feeling his cock pulse once more underneath your weight. He began kissing down your jawline and down your neck, hands sliding under the material of your shirt. He can't help but to grope up to your chest, feeling the swell of your breasts encompassed by your bra. The softness has him biting down on his tongue to keep from moaning outright.

“Do you wanna be a good girl and take off your shirt for Daddy? Let him see all of you?” Kent asked between kisses pressed to your neck. Even though he asked you, his hands are the ones finding the hem and beginning to pull it off.

He casts your shirt aside and really looks at you, taking in your breasts, wrapped in a lacy pink bra that his practiced hands made short work of. You instinctively went to cover yourself and Kent caught your wrists in one of his large hands, easily pinning your arms behind your back. “No need to hide babygirl, let Daddy appreciate his Princess.”

He took a good minute to just stare at your tits, marveling at every detail. The size and shape were perfect for your frame, your nipples a dusty pink and slowly starting to harden in the cool air. Kent leaned forward and pressed a kiss at the top of each breast before giving little kitten licks to your left nipple. The sensations tingled through your body and you let out a small whimper as his lips sealed and he began to suck and pull at your sensitive bud.

You were so perfect, every detail even better than he could have thought. You were softer, tasted better, were more pliant under his hands than he would have ever imagined. Such a good girl.

He laved his tongue over each nipple, taking his time drawing them into his mouth for gentle sucks. You were writhing underneath him, cheeks flushed and becoming a mewling mess.

“D-daddy, I feel so hot inside.” You pant, grinding your thighs together for a chance of friction.

“Your body likes what Daddy’s doing to it. You’re being so perfect babygirl, so perfect for me.” He huffs into your ear, readjusting you in his lap so he can start peeling your pants off you. The second the fabric was pulled away his eyes zeroed in on the wet patch on your, of course, matching lace pink panties.The slickness sheering the fabric and clinging to the outline of your pussy.

His hand makes its way down to that spot, pressing against the wetness. He brings his finger up to his nose and takes a deep inhale, breathing in your scent. It was thick and sweet, a hint of sweat. “Gunna take these off, okay babygirl?” He asks, but doesn’t wait for an answer as he hooks his fingers into the waistband and pulls. Immediately the smell of your arousal strengthens and he can see the goddman line of slick that clings between your panties and your pussy until it snaps. He’s absolutely ruined, there’s no way he doesn’t keep going until you're a drooling mess stretched on his cock with cum dripping from every hole.

You whimper a little, a mix of embarrassment and need as he fully strips you bare. His stare is intense and fixed on your twitching pussy and it takes all your willpower to keep your legs open. You’re pretty sure he’d just hold them apart if you didn’t anyways.

Kent moves out from underneath you, laying you down so you’re resting on the couch and he’s perched between your legs. It’s a tight fit but comfortable enough as he drops his head so he’s eye level with your cunt. “So absolutely goddamn perfect, Princess. Such a cute pussy.”

“Daddy, that’s so embarrassing.” You whine in the most adorable way.

“It’s true babygirl. This is the most perfect, pinkest, prettiest cunt I've ever seen.” He leans forward and places just a whisper of a kiss to your clit. You let out such a sigh of pleasure he couldn’t help but place kiss after kiss, growing more hurried. His hands came to the inside of your thighs and forced them further apart, giving him better access. His tongue swirled around your clit before dipping down to taste the slick gathered at your entrance. You absolutely wailed as it slipped in, gently exploring your cunt. A finger quickly joined, pushing into the knuckle and feeling around your walls. You were so tight, squeezing down on his finger so hard he wondered how he’d even force his cock into you. “You’re so tight babygirl. That boyfriend of yours must not be big enough to give you any kind of pleasure.” He groaned against your cunt.

Your cheeks flared again. “N-nobody’s actually touched me there before Daddy…I’ve done some kissing things like you just did, and a little touching but nothing like this” You insisted. “I promise I’ve been a good girl.”

Your words registered in his lust addled brain and he couldn’t get his pants off fast enough. He keeps the one hand pumping into you, relishing in your moans and cries, and the other fumbles with his fly and pulls his pants down. He gets them down to his knees and figures that’s good enough. He hikes his shirt up and off over his head and you appreciate how good your Daddy still looks in his older age. A body built by the life of a soldier. His silver dog tags gleamed with sweat. Your eyes go lower and you finally behold his cock. It’s beautiful, a good seven or eight inches if you had to guess but it was so deliciously thick. There was a well kept bush of fine blond hair at the base and gorgeous, heavy balls.

Kent grips his erection and pumps it as he slides a second finger into your pretty pussy and starts to really work you open. You can feel him moving inside and it’s making you tingle even more. He pulls his fingers from your cunt and brings them to his lips, cleaning them off with a deep groan of approval at your taste.

“Are you ready Princess? Once we get started I’m not gonna be able to stop babygirl, you’re gonna feel too good.” He slaps his cock against your clit and grinds them a little harshly together. He slides it down through your slick, coating the head. “Your first time, you sure you wanna give it to Daddy?” He’s going to make you say it before he goes any further. Of course, he will make sure you say it tonight one way or another, but he’s enough of a gentleman to proceed under the guise of consent at least.

You nod and he smiles, but slaps his cock a little harder against your clit and revels in your yip of pain. “Words, babygirl. You have to tell Daddy if you want his cock.”

You’re blushing and your brain is swimming in a mix of lust and confusion and shame but god the heat inside you is so hot and the way your Daddy has been touching you has been making you feel so good. You nod again and whimper “Yes, Daddy. I want your cock, I’ll be such a good girl for you. Please take my first time.”

That’s all he needed. He lines the tip of his cock up with your entrance once more and nudges the head in. You’re gasping immediately at the thick stretch, your poor cunt already struggling. He spits down on your pussy, slathering it over his cock as his hands grip your hips, already trying to leverage you up into more of a mating press. To force that thick cock through your woefully unprepared virginal pussy. He’s making progress, inch by inch disappearing into you. He feels his head hit your hymen and he covers your lips with a kiss as he tears it. Despite his somewhat rough behavior with you he tries to do that part gently. At least the blood will give his cock that extra slick of lube he needs to sink down the rest of the way. He feels his tip hit up against your cervix and he almost finished right then.

“Oh fuck, look at that babygirl. You’re taking Daddy perfectly Princess. All the way to the base.” He stills his hips, trying to let you adjust to his size. He stifles your whimpers with kisses and runs his fingers over your breasts and clit to try and distract you. He pulls his hips back in an exploratory thrust and the look on your face was more pleasure than pain. So pretty while you take Daddy’s cock. He slowly works his length in and out of you, until he’s able to pull out in one smooth thrust. He pulls all the way out and smiles at how your recently deflowered pussy gapes and gushes with need. He slots the head back in and sinks all the way down, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he fucks in to you with heavy thrusts.

“Good girl, you’re so good babygirl.” He kept chanting in between kisses pressed against your sweatsoaked skin. “Daddy’s gonna cum okay? Gunna cum inside you, fill you up, okay Princess?” His thrusts matched the urgency of his voice, desperate and needy. His hips were now slamming into yours, his fingers circling your clit with practice. “Gonna make you come too Princess. Right on Daddy’s cock as he claims you.”

“Daddy, please, it’s so much I… It’s so tingly… I’m gonna…” You wail, squeezing down on his cock so hard again it was hard to keep thrusting into you with such speed.

“Yes, babygirl. Good. Be a good girl and cum for Daddy.” He commands, giving your clit a rough pinch and a well angled thrust of his hips right against your cervix. The tension and tingles building inside of you snap and you cum so hard, body shaking in pleasure as your eyes roll back. Your walls clench and massage around Kent’s cock and he finds his own end, pressing the tip of his cock right up against your cervix and cumming, balls clenched tight as he pumps in everything he has. He fucks you both through your orgasms with long, languid thrusts, his cum starting to squelch out around the seal of your union with a various collection of your other fluids. He started in amazement down at you, in your post-coital bliss. “You did so perfect, Princess. So good for Daddy. I’m so proud of you.”

You smiled up at him and pressed a satisfied kiss to his lips. “Of course, Daddy. Just like Sam said, this is what we do for family.”

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Hi!! If you're still looking for writing ideas, I've always had this thought of Alex (sdv) dating a farmer who wants to wait a bit before having sex with him (not until marriage, just like a few weeks or a couple of months), either because it's been a while for her or because they were best friends before dating and she wants to make sure it'll work out before they sleep together.... Anyways, if you wanted to write about their first time together after Alex has been holding back for so long (that poor retired hoe turned lovesick himbo </3 ) I think it could be fun!

This sounds so cute tbh AH I hope I did your request well! Thank you for sending it in <3

Warnings: size difference, failed first time (not virgin, just together), fingering, cunnilingus, humping, face riding, premature ejaculation WC: 2,901

When Alex thinks about describing himself to the uninitiated, the word patient doesn't even meet the top five results, let alone the first and foremost! Try as his grandma might when growing up, he never did learn how to pace himself in regards to life itself—a continuous go fast mentality coaxing him forward further than his peers at every opportunity. It's nice to come first, he thinks. He's always preferred being number one in every respect, even at the cost of himself. It has always felt worth it to him.

And yet, he still seeks more reassurance tonight.

Back propped up slouchily by the headboard of the bed, he pouts down at you with bright puppy eyes. An attempt to look smaller than he actually is, especially given the way his thick, toned arms drape heavily around your waist, almost doubling around from the sheer size difference. Intent on comforting, wary of hurting.

"Are you sure you're ready?"

It's not that he doesn't trust you—far from it, really! But if he's being honest with himself, he finds his heart thumping more than usual. Skipping a beat or two as you peer back up at him from your position on his heaving chest, fluttering those doe eyed lashes up at him so prettily to leave him momentarily second guessing his already weak resolve.

"I'm sure." You smile back at him open and genuinely. Two simple words, shot right through his chest to prompt him into swallowing the thick lump oh hesitation in his throat, hard and slow.

Not once has he ever found himself hesitating in life. Struggling to find the strength to give you exactly what you want, and what he's waited so patiently for. Though, when it comes to you, he finds that forever doesn't seem too long to wait for. The few months that he's been dating you? Now that seems too soon, his fingers tingling with restrained excitement as he attempts to mimick your pleasant smile, but he ends up choking on some nervous laughter instead.

Because despite never once exhibiting any sort of patience in his life thus far, he finds himself sitting straighter slowly. Letting his eyes linger on your beaming face a second or two more than usual, thumbing his way under your shirt lazily, as if he had all the time in the world right now. Just now. Only for a moment.

It's such a new feeling to him, one he wants to savour, especially if time itself considers you as thoughtfully as he endavours.

"Okay." He says. "How do you wanna do it?"

Ordinarily, he'd take charge, just like he usually does for everything else in his life. Beating everyone to the punch and making impulsive decisions on the fly with ease. But tonight, his body begs him to leave some space. Offer you the chance to dictate the pace, give in to the slow ticking of the old clock on the older farmhouse wall of the bedroom you so graciously share with him as the bedsheets crinkle lightly under your change of posture.

You're slow to answer, no doubt mulling over the various options there are to pick from as he so often does in his dreams. But he finds himself patient, yet again, because he's unsure, for the first time in his life, if he'd be able to settle on an answer himself. Finding it difficult to focus on anything other than how hard his heart beats for you, pounding against his chest fast enough to have him worry over whether you can hear just how much he loves you too.

You're real cute when you're thinking so hard, y'know?

The longest few seconds of his life pass, but rather than growing frustrated with the waiting, he's relieved to see you take his questioning so seriously. Settling on a profound "Let me under." before tapping on his shoulder to prompt him into shifting over, letting him hover above you with such ease that he has no ability to argue over your position decision even if he wanted to.

Which he doesn't, mind you. Content enough to let his chubby cock hang between his legs as his shorts grow tighter with each slow passing second.

It doesn't matter how often he's thought about this exact moment before, fucking his fat cock all alone at night to mere imaginations of you under him, all blushed and pretty, looking up at him with a pleading look of desire as he feels his lungs give way and only shuddered breaths escape him. It doesn't matter, because the sight you greet him with as you get settled and comfortable under him, wiggling around to fit perfectly in the indent his body has left behind and then some, you look much better than anything he could have ever imagined.

And it was worth the wait, all at once, he immediately and suddenly decides.

Though he's ready to get his dick wet right this fucking second, the tip of his cock already leaking copious amounts of precum the moment you said sure, he's already waited this long for you. What's a few more minutes, or hours, or days?

Hopefuly not days...! He doesn't think his cock could last that long...

"Can I, uh..." Fuck, he's never felt so shy before either... Doing his best to remain in the moment, but he's too busy eyeing up the way you taunt and tease him from below, knowingly or not. And in turn, you offer him patience too. Waiting so sweetly for him to work through his thoughts, his eyes briefly squeezing shut as if to restart his nervous system in the face of the one thing he appreciates more than himself.

Swallowing thickly, he nods down to your lower half. "Can I touch you now?"

His fingers are itching at either side of you, seated back on his knees to dote upon every part of you as you deserve. He even takes the time to gloss over the cheeky smile you nod back at him with, not missing the little lip bite you send his way to make his cock twitch incessantly.

And for the first time ever in his whole life, he takes his sweet time in getting undressed. In undressing you. In placing himself between your legs with eyes as wide as saucers and his throat dryer than when he wakes up in the morning. Stunned at the sight of your cunt, dripping a little already with anticipation that he's sure to match. And he certainly is, with fat beads of precum rolling from his tip to drip down onto the sheets below, clearly starved for attention as his eyes flutter shut in an attempt to hold himself back just a little longer. Just a little. Enough to hover completely over you so that his broad shoulders protect you from the artifical light from above, and you're forced to face how utterly, and desperately, in love with you he is.

Enough to wait patiently.

"God," he starts, whispering mostly to himself at the sight of his lover, his best friend, laid bare and exposed for the first time ever before him. "You're— I'm—"

"I hope you like it..." You bashfully avoid his eye contact, and he's quick to reassure you. Almost stumbling over his words in how fast he rushes, honestly.

"Love it," he corrects you. "More than anything, I— fuck, sorry, dunno what's wrong with me, I jus'—"

He takes a moment to compose himself, exhaling shakily in an attempt to ignore the way his cock aches for you.

"Jus' love you s'all."

Hidden between his casual confession is much more he'd like to say. For example, holy fucking shit, you're way prettier than I could have ever imagined. And, there's no way I'm gonna be able to last long enough, fuck me. And, am I good enough? Do you like what you see too? Was the wait for me worth it in the end for you too?

Though you've always been a mind reader of him, licking your lips nervously before assuring him that yes, "Me too."

And he can only assume that you're thinking the exact same things as he is. So he'd better do his best to prove himself, right? Answer all of your unvoiced worries and fears with a gentle lean down to press a soft kiss against your forehead, smiling into the action as his stomach fills with countless butterflies at the slow action.

He hasn't the patience to remove your top, unfortunately.

"Can I touch you now?" he asks with a sense of urgency, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"Please."

"Yes ma'am."

There are so many things he'd like to do to you, to experience with you. A whole catalogue of content he pores over most nights when he's needing you and yet doesn't wanna disturb you, more fantasies than he cares to count all surrounding you, and how he wants to make you feel good. But for now, he settles on letting his fingertips travel up and down and back up again on your inner thigh. Salivating over the sight of your pretty pussy, he idly wonders how long he can restrain himself from entering. And in the meantime, he's got you to prepare for his size, hot and heavy between his toned thighs as they flex under the weight of his restraint. Toying with the fat of your own as he does his best to take his time with you, intent on making tonight last as long as possible to leave a good impression.

And to selfishly enjoy you to his fullest, after all this time.

"Direct me." He almost begs of you, pouting down at the way slick coats your cunt all shiny for him to drool at.

And wordlessly, you oblige. Taking hold of his hand tenderly, barely there in your feather grip as you lead the pads of his fingers to your clit, manhandling the digits down, then up, only to settle into a soft circle against your clit that he soon takes the lead on, though the pace remains as subtle as you'd instructed.

"Like this?" He questions, though he takes the almost inaudible gasp and sigh you let escape as your hips ease into his touch as an enthusiastic yes, right there. So he continues. Rubbing small, half hearted circles against your slicked up puffy clit because you've asked him to. And if he had his way, he'd be balls deep in you by now, but there's joy to be had in how idly you accept his attention and affection. Moving with the seconds, squirming away with each curious flick and daring circle he presses against you, allowing him to enjoy the sweet sounds of your cunt slicking his fingers up with such inherent grace that he struggles to keep his gaze on you. So he focuses in on how soft you are, imagining just how good you'll feel when wrapped tight around his wanting cock, aimed directly at you as he neglects to even brush a kuckle against his length in favour of tending solely to you. Bent over your frame to better hear your enjoyment, hushed as it is, and to sneakily plant a few kisses against your cheek, inching closer to your lips until he's able to swallow a lewd moan and he takes the initiative to dive his finger down further. Delving into your velvety cunt with a muted whine of his own—so warm and wet, fuuuuck...

Perhaps taking things slow isn't so bad after all, given the way you look at him with such need, fraught with desperation for more that he immediately gives in without a second thought. Simply spurred on by how pretty you are beneath him, making his cock all achey and wet... God, he could probably cum just like this...

Lovesick is what he is. Downright desperate for you in every way, sense, and meaning. Enough to wait a lifetime just for a smidge of some cunt, y'know? Because even just having his finger knuckle deep in your hole, teasing a second in an attempt to stretch you open for his fat cock, this alone has him reeling. Keening for more, panting heavily above you as he does his best to be as gentle as possible in his pursuit of impressing you. Do you see how patient I am? See how long I'm willing to wait? Do you notice that I always, always, want to put you first?

His finger curls inside and he's rewarded with a wanton whine. A sweet little pout following as your brows knit together, and instincts alone beg him to add a second finger. Of which he follows that feeling, like a lost dog, pumping his rough and thick fingers into your tight little cunt like this was all he was made for. And it feels good, doesn't it? To have him take care of you, his affections on full display as his cock twitches and bobs for your attention, and yet he does little to quell the growing pressure pooling in his stomach.

So much lust building inside of him that it feels like he's scissoring inside for what feels like forever, long enough to have you wiggling your hips around for more, and he all too eagerly complies.

Without a word, he shuffles down the sheets. Fingers still residing inside of your warm heat, if only for his own selfish enjoyment, until he's situated perfectly between your soft, squishy thighs and he's face to face with that gorgeous cunt of yours. Seeping all over him to leave his throat all parched and rough.

It's only natural for his tongue to poke out, right? Pointed and confident, eager to please. And it's just as expected for him to start making out with your cunt, surely? Fingers still yet pumping in and out of your hole, inadvertently fucking more slick out from your cute little cunt for him to slurp and suck at, focusing most of his efforts at your clit to replace the absence of his fingers. Kissing and doting all over your cunt, tongue flat against your clit to lick circles against your sensitive spot, humming vibrations directly against her with a knowing smirk tugging at his lips when he feels your nails dig into his scalp.

"Please!" You gasp, loud and proud, and it's not his fault that you sound so good, right? Almost pained from his efforts to please you, holding on for dear life as he sucks and licks and kisses and drools all over your perfect little cunt—his new favourite flavour. Can't believe he's went so long without it, if nonly he had the mind to tell you as such, but alas... He's too pussy drunk to think straight.

It's not his fault that his hips start bucking against the sheets in response, right? Humping his exposed tip in time with his finger fucks, timing his sucks to match the speed of his hips. By which he means slow, languid in his efforts as per your instruction, his cock throbbing and thrusts stuttering the louder and more desperate you get, clinging to him and planting your feet by his shoulders with purpose.

Which can hopefully only mean one thing...

The weight of your hands on the back of his head encourages him forward, squishing his face as snug as possible to your angel cunt as he can get. And when paired with the rise of your hips, bucking greedily against his tongue as if you were on the cusp, well... He knows better than to dissuade a pretty girl when she wants control! Like a good dog, he lays his tongue flat for you to use to your hearts content, doing his best to match your speed with his fingers buried knuckle deep in your cunt, but he's quickly growing sloppy. Because despite wanting more than anything to replace his fingers with his cock, his hips seem to want to keep up pace was you too. Humping himself silly simply from the enjoyment he gains from finally being allowed access to make you feel good, from the increased pace of it all as you grow feverish with desire, and he can fucking feel the way your thighs start to shake around his head. Wincing into the bite of your nails as your fuck his face, but the pain spurs him into feeling good. Better than ever before, feeling his toes curl into the sheets below as he rocks in tandem with your fervent thrusts that knock against his nose, prompting him to inhale your sweet scent in fully and God, fuck, he's so fucking close, wait—

Before he realises what's actually happening, he feels the gush of more wet against his chin, fingers squelching into your cumming cunt as his hips follow suit in a manner most embarrassing. Humping himself to completion, cock squished between his tummy and the sheets as he spills ropes of milky white cum all over himself for you. Prematurely ejaculating at the first whiff of some pussy... How embarrassing, right? Has him burying his face further into your creamy cunt to huff his frustrations away, hoping that you'll not notice the way he shudders and sighs with joy against you.

And, well... Maybe he's not as patient as he thought he was after all...

[sashiavi]

PUDDLE SLIMEEEE!!!!!!!

Puddle slime!

Felt like doodling a slime and @sashiavi said this was her favorite! He's so cute I'm dying 😭 they're just shy little babies playing with their little duckies I can't 🥺 If this is your favorite you have excellent taste.

If not, what's your fave? I've already drawn the tabby and honey (<my personal fave)

[sashiavi]

Virgin Sam so nervous to thrust into you, blue eyes just staring at you all wide with a wobbly lower lip and with trembling hands touching you, so you just pin him down and sink down on his cock after he gives you a shaky nod, watching tears of pleasure stain his cheeks as you ride him.

[sashiavi]

I uhm uh I uh I may have a request

Thinking about... Being Whitney's pet Puppy!Hybrid

Just.. so enamoured with his cock, playing with it, nibbles and gentle bites, licks, kisses, slobbering - Happily laying in his lap, Warming his cock with your mouth while your happy glazed over eyes blink slow and sleepyyyy..

He thinks you're a weirdo, but he gets off on it, chuckling when your eyes follow his cock when he waves it in your face, tail wagging like he was taunting you with a toy-!

Yk.. just... treating his cock like a yummy treat huagh OK bye

You know me so well ough... Thank you for the opportunity to write some lovely self indulgent blowjob content...!

Warnings: blowjob, taking photos, puppy hybrid reader WC: 1,113

Not even the blinding light of the flash of his phone camera could pull you out of that cockdrunk daze, his thumb slippery with sweat as he admires the new shot added to the extensive gallery of porn pics solely featuring you with lazy interest, absently petting behind one of your pinned back ears just the way you like as a reward for such good behaviour.

"That's it," he hushes your whines for more, cooing down at you with utter adoration for the way you warm his fat cock so wanting and willingly. "Atta fuckin' girl..."

The sun beats down on him from the open window, warming his already heated body some more under your needy gaze back up at him, eyes all unfocused and fucked out from the late night play session together. A lazy afternoon after school—he can think of no better end to the day than to masturbate inside of your hot, sticky, slippery maw, even if your jaw probably aches just as much as his balls do right about now.

Though your little puppy tail is still wagging enough to cause a draft by his feet, so he does nothing but feed further into your grabby hands and squishy thighs squeezing together.

He exits out of his phone camera, clicking on the gallery to see too many to count photos of your blowjob lips wrapped nice and tight around his throbbing cock. One of his favourites has your canines flashing too, the look of utter eagerness dazzling in the light of the flash.

Makes him wonder how he got so lucky.

Makes him wanna wipe that smirk of yours right off your cute little face.

If he had the strength, that is. He'd surely face fuck you right about now. Give you exactly what you're asking for with those fluttering lashes and gulps for more. Running your tongue right along the underside of his length until his tip settles nicely at the back of your throat, forcing you to gag on it a little by choice, before attempting to drink down every last drop of precum he so copiously produces for you. But he feels as lazy as you currently suck him off, the air thick around him as it fills with bated breaths and barely there moans of appreciation. You're doing good, of course! He has no complaints. But he could cum any second now, and it's exhausting having to hold himself back just so that you can enjoy the weight of his seed against your slithering tongue. So eager for it, aren't you? Pawing at his thighs for more, slurping and sucking with playful ear twitches to boot.

The devout sight has his eyes briefly rolling to the back of his skull.

Despite not wanting to disturb the lewd scene before him, he somehow gains the ability to shift his hips enough to readjust. Fuck himself just a tad deeper to attempt to satisfy your urges. And his voice is heavy with desire when he hits you with a raspy y'know..., tapping on the side of your jaw with little regard for urgency. "This," he emphasises his words with a raise of his eyebrows, stuttering his hips against your face when you suck his tip a little harder, clearly happy at the attention he's selfishly offering you right now.

"This is my favourite cunt to fuck."

And he really means it! Swiping a sweaty thumb across your bottom lip, cock twitching at the way your tail immediately wags with an assumed smile tugging at your lips—if only they weren't stretched wide open to acommodate his fat length. Thumping away under the glow of his praise, he doesn't just mean out of all the whores and sluts he's fucked, you're his favourite... Though that is true! What he really means is: your mouth is the perfect pussy for him.

So soft and wet, drooling spit down to his balls from how long he's had his cock lodged down your throat. The perfect little cock holster, chewing on your favourite toy... Though he's not greedy with it, enjoying the slow and steady pace you've set for yourself, savouring every last second of his veins popped against your tongue, gently massaging the tip with whiny vibrations and kitten licks of your puppy tongue. You almost look sleepy from how hypnotised you are at the mild back and forth, keeping him on the edge of his seat as his thighs widen for you, and your ears perk to attention when he sighs wistfully.

"You're so fuckin' weird." light laughter follows his scolding, though his heart isn't really in it. It's not like he's about to complain about the fact that you apparently love sucking his dick off so much that you're suckling yourself to sleep, right?

Besides.... You're making him feel too good to complain.

Even as he pulls his cock out from between your pretty pouty lips to jack off a bit, seeking to resolve to built up tension in his tummy—God, how badly he wants to fuck your mouth cunt all night long, you've got no fucking idea how hard he has to try to restrain himself...—you remain stubbornly attached to his lap. Following the trail of his tip as clear, stringy precum keeps you attached, cockeyed gaze following the wagging he does in front of you until he slaps the soaked tip against your cheek, and you're too busy chasing after it as if it were a bone.

Jus' a dumb lil pup. Stupid lil girl. Can only think about cock and nothing else, yeah?

Dogs like to be praised though, so he shudders a pleasured sigh when you start to kiss all over his tip, unable to let him leave your lips for more than a few seconds before greedily slobbering all over the length again with a few hot and heavy pants. "Such a good girl, aren't you?" He hums, hand still locked around the base of his cock to wave it around and tap against your tongue. In the process of teasing you, he catches sight of the sparkly spit coating your pearly canines, and he has to bite down on his lip hard to contain himself.

Because given how stupid you look right now, eyes all unfocused and lips all wobbly, staring back up at him with unadultarated need, like you'd die if you're not given a dose of his throbbing cock right about now, it looks like his pretty little puppy won't last too long without some milk soon, right?

And he's all too happy to spread his legs and let your suck it aaaaall out all by yourself.

[sashiavi]

ARE YOU AN ANAKIN GIRLIE??? Imagine quoting the sand line to Shane at the luau and he’s so confused because he shouldn’t like anything about you? But he grew up on Star Wars Racers, so now he’s even more irritated to have something in common with you hahahaha

ANAKIN SKYWALKER aHHhaaahhH~ kyAhhhh <33333

omggg yess quoting nerd things to Shane and just giving him another reason to fall <3

[sashiavi]

feral bear shane, you go camping alone in a relatively safe area, you've taken precautions and secured your food in a bear safe container and hung it up in the tree far away from you so if an animal does get it you'll still be safe, what you didn't know was that this is one of the very few places around you with hybrids and one of those hybrids is a bear that's more than capable of getting the food down, you have to go to the bathroom at night p1

nonny is doing my job for me... thank you for your enthusiasm ehe no notes, only yummy.. ohh bear shane my beloved <3 you do no wrong (he is SO in the wrong)

[sashiavi]

Smut under the cut

Sam groaned as his head rolled back, strands of blonde hair sticking to a sweaty forehead, blue eyes half-lidded as his lower lip trembled, shining with spit he drooled. He had never thought fucking pussy could feel so good, but the feeling of sinking his throbbing hot cock inside your gushy little walls after a week of not seeing you had him in shambles.

"F-fu-ck-," he whined. The word was broken, pronounced by shaky vocal chords too busy producing whines and whimpers, tongue too heavy salivating spit that he drooled all over your tits that bounced as he desperately humped his pierced dick inside of you, breathing quivering when he heard that angelic moan fall from your kiss-bitten lips.

You looked like a mess already. Face flushed, lips swollen, skin bruising in various shades of red from Sam's eager nibbles and bites, imprints of nails as a reminder of greedy grabs and desperate attempts to get your clothes off of you.

"Mi-missed you," Sam hiccuped, dragging his lip between a set of pearly whites, just to release it with a small whimper when he felt your cunt massage his cock that pounded into you like it was the last time. But it was just pure greed, pure puppy-love, shown through quick humps pushing deep and messy, spitty kisses leaving your skin sticky and body hot. "So much," he croaked on, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth as his hand grabbed your bouncing tit, giving it a squeeze as his blue eyes met yours, lower lip trembling yet again as he noted the fucked-out look that clouded them. Fucking hell, he loved you. He hadn't been able to go even a single day without fisting his cock to the image of you. Hadn't been able to go one fucking night without imagining you, your sweet touch, the way you would rock your hips against him. Just like you did now.

Holy shit, you were too much. Looking at him like that, so full of love and lust should have been illegal with the way it had his balls tighten. Balls so full of a fat load he couldn't wait to spill inside of you as she pushed back your leg to fuck deeper inside of you, hips working messily as he panted and drooled just for you. Desperate to have you full of him, have you smell like him. Especially when you moaned his name like that; all high-pitched and achy, your back arching and legs quivering, revealing more space for your beloved Sammy to kiss and bite at.

"Gonna-" "Yes," Sam hissed, face red as his blue eyes looked up at you. "Fucking cum for me. Cum for me, all over my fucking dick," he ordered, albeit his voice made it sound like whiny beg than an order. Still, he fucked into you like his life depended on it, desperate to have your pretty little cunt milk his cock like only you could. The thought alone made his tongue feel heavy with spit again, spit that promptly and shamelessly landed on you as the muscle lulled out of his mouth in sheer, brainless bliss, and then you squealed. Shit, he could have come right then and there. Just from the sound you gave and the look in your eyes. But then your walls also clamped down on him, massaging his throbbing shaft as if you tried to memorize every fucking vein, and he knew he was over with.

A high-pitched, quivering moan escaped him as he came, thick ropes of white painting your cute little pussy white as he pushed as deep as he could, small, desperate humps trying to fuck further as he whimpered, body shaking under the pleasure of his orgasm.

Even when neither of you had anything to give anymore were his hips still fucking into you, as if scared to stop. But no, Sam just couldn't get enough of you. Of that look on your face. Of the way your chest heaved and fell. He needed it. He needed more.

"Sa-m-my," you tried, taking in a deep gulping breath when he finally stopped, pulling out just enough to make your head stop spinning, just for you to squeal when you were turned on your stomachso abruptly.

"Sam, what-"

"I need all of you," he croaked, making you shiver whe you felt greedy hands spread your thighs, body shifting between your legs.

"All of you."

[sashiavi]

this was so fun?????????????

[sashiavi]

every now and then i get into that mindset where every art i make has to mean something, tell a story, make people feel things but fuck it, sometimes all a girl wants is to draw shane from stardew valley looking cute

[sashiavi]

👨‍🌾 Here's the latest sketch commissions I did and forgot to post 😭

It's been a while since these ones! As always, so much fun!!!! Thank you for trusting my work and letting me draw your amazing farmers 🖤 I'll open commissions again very soon, so I really appreciate the support ^^ (also first time Alex in here)

Here are all the users from the commissions in order; @kellycataclysm / @TinyTeddyThing / @glazedsnail / @stars-of-wonder / @lillalis / @fish-boy-ardee / @timespaceandfilm / @lilydoesdrawsometimes / @nebraskashouse / @sdvbraindump / @sashiavi

[sashiavi]

Kent, Shane, Alex, Sam.... Maybe Sebastian.. Willy, Pierre, mr qi

kent is the type of man to stick a thumb in it ykwim

[sashiavi]

kent is the type of man to stick a thumb in it ykwim

[sashiavi]

was in the car with my mom and kiss my deadly came on the radio 🫡 spreading the buttking agenda

Yassss!! That's so funn ~

Ugh now you got me wanting to watch a bunch of lip-syncs hehe