#anon 🔥

[lady-phasma]

In the fading light

Daemon Targaryen x fem Dornish!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, but I was going for soft!Daemon so I don't think there are that many warnings this time.

Summary: Daemon comes to visit you at Godsgrace, the seat of House Allyrion, in Dorne. Kind of an AU in the sense that Rhaenyra isn't the object of his love, nor his motivation for "ending his marriage" to Rhea. 2.6k words

From the request here - romantic Daemon inspired by the song "kalam eineh" (Words of his eyes) by Sherine. I was able to work in a few lyrics as well ("the one whose eyes the moon envied" and "get lost in his beauty").

a/n: Dorne is a very big place and all of the houses are as different as the Northern houses. So as I write more Dornish!reader fics I start to see them uniquely in my headcanon. Godgrace is on a river from what my research tells me, so I think it worked out perfectly that Sherine is Egyptian. I've dropped some Egyptian elements into Godsgrace and that's how it is in my head now. (If there was a face claim for a location think Thebes/Luxor landscape.)

A warm breeze wafted onto the balcony where you and Daemon sat. The sun sank low against the horizon. The river in the distance shone with golds and pinks. A falcon screeched nearby. You turned from the gorgeous view of the Godsgrace river oasis to look at your Prince. He sat, reclined, opposite you. You slid your toes up the inside of his leg, teasing him. He stroked the top of your foot, your ankle, up your shin. Your smooth skin reflected the light of the setting sun much as the river did. Daemon slipped his fingertips under the hem of your thin skirt. The contrast of his pale hand under the bronze fabric was delightful to you. This Northern prince, so accustomed to clouds and darkness. Such a dreary land he came from.

You watched him as he looked out over the Greenblood river. It would be so easy to get lost in his beauty. His hair, his eyes, his mouth, everything about him was entrancing to you. You glanced back out at the river, the people going about their evening paying no attention to the lords and ladies so high above them. Birds circled above fishing boats as the nets were pulled in. Lights began to flicker in windows across the city. You smelled roasted meat and fresh baked bread on the warm air. You would have to dress for the evening meal, if you didn’t request it in your quarters.

“Did you come only because the fool Prince Martell forbade it?” You were genuinely curious. “Or because of your brother?”

“You know that is not the reason,” he spoke softly and continued to stroke your leg. “Their approval means less to me than you think.”

“You risk much coming to Godsgrace.” You wiggled your toes against his thigh.

“It is a fair price,” Daemon replied.

“Surely you are quite rested now, my love,” you goaded. “It is a long journey up the Greenblood, but not so tiring that you would ignore me.” You flashed your eyes at him. They were nearly the color of burnt umber in the fading light. Soon your maids would light torches and candles in your chambers. You would hear them through the diaphanous curtains that hung in the entry of the balcony. Though they would never dare to disturb you, even if you had your Targaryen on the floor in front of them.

Daemon turned his violet eyes toward you, finally pulled from his thoughts. Gods, you thought, even the moon could envy those eyes! The last pink of the sunset caught on his silver hair as it swung freely about his face, tendrils caught in the breeze.

“Quite rested,” he smirked as he spoke. He slipped his hand behind your knee and, reaching forward, grabbed your other leg and pulled you, bodily, to him. Your chair legs screeched against the stone floor as you threw your head back and laughed. When he had you where he wanted you, he smoothed his palms up the inside of your thighs. You rested your bare feet on the seat of his chair on either side of his legs. He pushed your skirt all the way up to your waist as he stared into your eyes. His thumbs grazed the creases of your thighs and you sighed.

“The journey was too long, but certain hindrances are now resolved,” his voice was low and quiet. “I am no longer married.”

You raised an eyebrow at these words. You trailed your fingertips down one of his forearms.

“I hope that it was painless, my prince,” you both knew the mocking of his title was not malicious. He was not your prince and you enjoyed reminding him of that. “You know, you could have stayed in Godsgrace and I could have sent one of my women to dispatch the issue quickly.” Your grin was knowing, yet seductive. Daemon’s response to Northern morality was curious to you. He didn’t want his wife, but could not bring himself to have another while she lived.

“I did not say I did the deed,” he tried not to smile. “Only that it was resolved.” Oh, he was deliciously vile when it suited him. You chuckled at this.

“Well, I had no trouble with the situation,” you grazed his thigh with one foot. “I needed only your devotion, not your marriage.”

“That you will always have, my lady,” he replied as he sank to his knees in front of you. You moved your foot to his shoulder, the other still in his chair, as you languidly spread your legs to make room for him. He looked up at you again, catching your eyes with his as he kissed your thigh, then your belly. You stroked one hand over his silky head as he lowered it and kissed the dark hair between your legs. You heard him inhale, smelling you, and you became even wetter.

Daemon licked the full length of your slit and paused at your pearl. He circled it with the tip of his tongue and you gripped the arms of your chair. He slid an arm around one thigh to steady you. Then he grazed a finger through your folds, finding your entrance quickly, as if he knew your geography by heart. He teased and didn’t slide inside you yet. He used two fingers to circle your opening, almost matching the rhythm of his tongue on your clit. Your hips rocked. You tried, and failed, to get his fingers inside. He stilled you as much as he could and continued for a moment that felt like an eternity.

When he finally slipped his fingers into your wet heat he sucked on your clit and your hands flew to the back of his head. You moaned and pushed against his mouth. You thought you felt him chuckle. You didn’t care. You ground your hips on his mouth and fingers.

“Daemon,” you whispered, as that was as loud as you could manage. “That’s it, just there. Please.”

He rubbed his fingertips against the spot that drove you wild, fighting against your clenching muscles. His tongue resumed its circling movements, but with a slightly quicker pace. Your breathing was becoming shallow and the sounds you made came deep from your chest. He pumped his fingers harder into you, knowing the pressure you needed to reach your climax. Your toes curled on his shoulder. You let go of his head, gripped the arms of your chair again, and your body curled forward as your climax overwhelmed you. You yelled his name, moaned incoherently, and then laughed. He hadn’t stopped, tongue still lapping causing your thighs to twitch. You playfully pushed at his forehead to give you peace.

You leaned forward and cupped his face in your hands. His expression wasn’t playful, as yours was. The look was full of something akin to admiration. You kissed him, roughly. You licked yourself from his lips, his tongue, and moaned into his mouth. He reached up and tangled his fingers into your hair at the nape of your neck, letting some of it loose from the pins that held it in place. Without much grace, he blindly began to release your hair from its confines.

Daemon broke your kiss and began to stand up. You let your fingers trail down his body as he did. You grazed your fingers over his pants, deliberately avoiding the hardness straining the fabric. He pulled pins and a comb from your hair, tossing them on the floor with abandon. You looked up at him, a playfully displeased look on your face for the carelessness he showed for your jewelry, and shook out your hair. It fell in near-black waves down your shoulders and back.

“I need you,” Daemon breathed. His eyes were dark with lust. Still looking up at him from your chair, you pressed your palm over his erection. His eyes nearly closed. His chest rose and fell, trying to maintain his composure. You pressed just a little harder. He grabbed your wrists. It didn’t hurt but made it evident that he couldn’t be teased this evening. You stood, your wrists still in his hands. You raised to tiptoes and pulled at his bottom lip with your teeth. Your eyes narrowed in defiance against being so restrained.

“That’s enough!” He threw you over his shoulder. You squealed and laughed, kicking your feet and pounding your fists lightly against his back. Your laughter bounced off the stone walls as he carried you through the curtains into your chambers. You pushed against him, raising your head to look at the two startled maids, and laughed harder.

“Let me go!” You giggled and kicked your feet but he only held your ankles as he walked you to the bed. You heard the two girls scamper from the room, giggling and twittering.

Daemon dropped you lightly on the bed. You were breathless from laughing. He smiled down at you, but that look was back. What had changed since he had gone North? Your laughter faded into giggles, which in turn faded into quick breaths as he knelt on the bed and kissed his way up your feet, calves, and thighs. He began to unfasten the ties of your skirt at your waist and you helped him with the small buttons of your delicate top.

He licked and kissed the curves of your exposed belly. He nuzzled his nose between your breasts, then kissed each of your nipples. You played with his silky hair, enjoying watching him worship you. When he reached your neck and jaw you began tugging on his shirt, pulling it toward his shoulders. He straightened long enough pull it over his head, then bent down to your mouth again. You kissed him back, hands gripping his neck, stroking his shoulders, down his biceps.

Daemon moved with you, still kissing, as you began to sit up. You gently pressed his shoulders back and guided him to lay down. You straddled his thighs and began pulling at the laces of his pants. He groaned at the pressure of your fingers. You stroked his freed cock, watching your hands move slowly. You enjoyed making him wait but you couldn’t wait any longer. You released him and begin to remove his breeches. Once you had both struggled with that for a moment, you trying not to giggle during the endeavor, you climbed up him and placed yourself on his belly. You could feel his cock pressing against your buttocks. You leaned forward and kissed him and he cupped both of your breasts in his hands.

You lifted your hips enough to reach between you and guide him into your wetness. He growled and squeezed your breasts a bit harder. Slowly, you took him inside you. You raised up, allowing him to keep his hands on you, and pressed your hands against his stomach as you rocked your hips. You took his cock as deep as you could. Gradually, at first, then setting a gentle pace that brought sweet sounds from Daemon’s lips. You leaned forward slightly, finding the angle you needed. He moved his hands, one to your neck, one to your hip. As you settled on a rhythm, he began to match you, thrusting upward slightly each time you rocked back on his cock.

You let your head fall forward, you hair sweeping forward, framing your face and his. Your fingers curled against his chest. You kept this pace as long as you could before your cunt began to ache with the beginnings of your climax. You slowed and Daemon took over. Gripping both of your hips, he fucked up into you, harder than you had been able to manage. His grunts made you squeeze around his cock. They were wonderful sounds that only increased your need for him.

You rested your face against his, pressing your cheeks together. Neither of you could stay quiet. Your name fell from his lips as fluidly as the curses he uttered. His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you down onto each of his upward thrusts. The sound of flesh against flesh, lewd and satisfying. Your bodies glistened with sweat in the torch light. You wanted to open your eyes and look at him but the pleasure was too great.

“Yes, please, Daemon,” you whined in his ear. Your lips drug across his cheek as you searched for his mouth. You tried to kiss him. Instead you panted and moaned against his mouth. As your climax began the wave that would drown you, you heard his voice, much calmer than yours could have been in that moment.

“Look at me.” You did. He didn’t stop fucking you, but he held your gaze with those perfect eyes. “I love you. I would kill for you. I would kill anyone who kept us apart.”

Something in his eyes, not just his words, was your undoing. Your climax spread over you at the same time as it curled up inside you. You squeezed your thighs against his hips, almost stopping his movements entirely. You bent to him and kissed him, moaning and sighing, as you came.

Suddenly Daemon’s large arms encircled you and in your delirium you could hardly notice that he was moving you. You clung to his shoulders as he somehow, and gracefully, managed to lay you on your back. He had not pulled out. You wrapped your legs around his hips and ran your hands into his hair.

Daemon fucked you without restraint. You were coming down from your climax but your cunt gripped him tight and he grunted with each deep thrust. He shifted his weight to one hand and deftly scooped one of your legs into the crook of his arm. You bit your lower lip and looked up at him. He was watching you.

“Touch yourself,” he panted. “Come on my cock again.” His smile was enough to convince you, if his words hadn’t been.

So you did. You rubbed your fingers quickly, and in time with his strokes. When you were close again, you arched under him, head thrown back, Daemon’s mouth on your exposed neck. Then he pressed his hips against you as hard as he could. His cock buried completely inside you as he came. Your cunt spasmed around him and you both felt his seed fill you as your climax peaked. He cursed and tried to gently lower your leg. Your body shook and you were unable to help him. He chuckled and kissed your forehead.

As he slowly pulled out and away from you, you mewled and groaned, closing your thighs and squeezing them together. Daemon lowered himself down next to you, on his side. He rested his head on your chest. You smoothed his hair away from his forehead in a long stroke down to his back and sighed. You let your hand rest on his shoulder. He held you close to him.

The cool night breeze wicked the sweat off your skin. The torches guttered slightly. You wrapped one leg over Daemon’s. You wanted every part of your body touching his. You breathed in his smell mixed with your own and the dusty sweetness of Godsgrace coming in through the curtains.

“No one will come between us,” Daemon whispered against you.

“I know, my love, my dragon” you replied, lips brushing against the top of his head.

The sun had set and, perhaps, the dark was what he needed. In the light of day The Rogue Prince was rakish and disreputable. But at night, with you, he could shed that facade.

Masterlist

Tags: @black-dread

[doumadono]

(Since you wanted me here so much! HERE I AM BESTIE!)

🍑For Sinful Sunday🍆

I am thinking about Hawks and well... he is a bird yeah?

So how about Hawks going into his spring season??? Him being all nice and sweet, giving his s/o little gifts, him LITERALLY building a nest... ONLY TO FUCK IN THERE FOR DAYS! Until his pretty mate is tired and full of seed to the point it's leaking out. Of cours it's not like he is done just yet 😏😏😏

(Hoenstly... idk what I am doing here! Love you gurl!)

SINFUL SUNDAY

Spring was the mating season for birds, and you could likely guess how it affected Keigo. During this time, he constantly felt a fiery heat, and his sexual desire became noticeably heightened.

"It's spring," he moaned. His hips surged forward, making you gasp around his thick shaft, his reddened tip hit the back of your throat again as you were giving him the head.

Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes as he began slamming his cock down your throat, his pace rough and rapid, almost primal.

Did he mean it was mating season? You had indeed observed other avian-like traits in him lately — those little trinkets he proudly displayed on his desk at work, the absent-minded whistling as he strolled through the office. Yet, you never thought mating season could be among them!

His words tumbled out hastily, almost strained, as if forming complete sentences was far beyond him. His rut had utterly consumed him. “Fuck, gonna cum soon.” His pace quickened as his entire length was being forced down your tight throat. His wings trembled and unfolded as he cum into your mouth.

The instant his taste met your tongue, an involuntary moan escaped you.

"Fuck, dove. I need you, right now," he growled, his lips brushing against yours as he helped you up to your feet. His hand ventured between you, shifting your underwear aside as two fingers delved into your dripping warmth. Another guttural growl escaped his lips. "Oh, fuck, I gotta fuck you. So incredibly wet," he murmured, pushing you down on the bed that looked rather like a huge nest with all those pillows and blankets, his hand wrapping around his aching cock, pumping it several times, gliding it between your slick folds to immerse it in your intoxicating wetness shortly after. Hawks aligned himself with your entrance, impelling himself entirely inside you with one fluid motion. Your gasp of pleasure was truly a music to his ears. He began pounding into you relentlessly, filling the air with an unmistakably lewd and wet squelching sounds. "Oh, oh, fuck!" He clung to your hips with an intensity that hinted at marks to come, and his fervent kisses trailed from your cheek down to the pulse point on your neck, each one growing increasingly passionate and sloppy. "You belong to me," he panted, his thrusts becoming increasingly sloppy. "All mine," his voice, drenched in overwhelming desire, reverberated with a deep, primal hunger.

Your cunt clinched against him as your head lolled back on the pile of pillows.

Hawks deftly angled his hips, hitting that spongy, sensitive spot deep within you, and in an instant, your climax devoured you. Your walls clenched tightly around his throbbing dick, creating a frothy white ring at the base. "Oh, Keigo, yes!"

This was sufficient to push him over the brink too. His hips spasmed against yours as he released his hot semen deep within you. "Ah, fuck! My sexy baby bird," Hawks grunted, laying on top of you. "Took all of my seed so well. Hope you'll get round with my offspring soon."

[miupow]

hi lia :)) maybe some soobin with a hint of christmas and breeding..

like maybe he's fucking you underneath the christmas tree 🤭 he'll probably say some praises telling you how good your taking his cock and this is what he always wanted for christmas/it's the best gift he's ever received >_<

-🌟

OH MY GOSHDHBNSAJKFKANAWJIJ3POR3RRKP20--

heehee giving yourself as a present for soobie for christmas <333 pretty red lingerie with big bows, gets to fuck his girl raw n however he wants <33 splits you open right there under the tree, babbling about giving you a baby for christmas.. im weak

NSFW, MDNI!! dom!soobin, fem!reader, breeding kink, unprotected sex, praise kink, daddy kink :3

"f-fuck! take it, good girl-- good girl! take my cock so well--!" soobin grunts, whiny, hips stuttering as he pounds his cock deep into your pussy, kisses your womb so deliciously ♡ he's so big, fills you up so good; you can feel him deep in your tummy, splitting you open to the point you can't think of anything else but him~

"binnie, daddy, please!" you're rutting your hips down to meet his with each thrust, nasty wet smacks of your skin echoing through the room-- there's still unopened presents under the christmas tree, forgotten completely by the both of you... as far as soobin is concerned, at least, you're the only present that matters. "cum inside, please!"

"want my cum, bunny?" soobin rolls his hips just right, hits your sweet spot so perfectly as he bullies his fat cock into your tight hole, "need daddy to breed you? i'll give you a baby, princess, make you a mommy, shit--"

"yes, yes, yes!" you wail, mouth agape and drooling, "wan' it, wan' it!"

[rosedom]

Respectfully, your diluc posts make me salivate cus why is this man awakening a daddy kink in me🧍‍♂️

Imagine pampering him after a long day at work, gently laying him down on the soft sheets of your shared bed, taking off his clothes and kissing every bit of bare skin just to watch him squirm, don't forget the praise cus he needs to be called pretty and be fucked like the good boy he is ajiahsbshsjsz

I desperately need to have my head between this man's legs rn lord have merthy🙏🙏

i'm imagining ,, i'm imagining. ur so so smart. oh my god. lord have mercy fr

nnn his hands are rough, aching, the joints so terribly tender after a long day at the tavern, after a long night up doing god knows what in the alleys of mond. you'd have to be soft, now, and take his hands in yours as you lay kiss upon kiss to his rouged, swollen knuckles. his gloves would be set aside already, left forgotten somewhere in the mess of the bedsheets as you take to stripping him of his other garb—first his thick outer coat, kissing up his forearm and to his bicep as you unbutton his undershirt . . . and ending with a gentle suck to the hollow of his throat as you do away with that pesky tie of his, the ruby of it tossed away; after all, the only ruby here, tonight, is the gorgeous red of his irises.

soon enough, you'd have him whimperin' for your touch, soft lil' pleas slipping past his lips as you lick down his sternum, down to his navel and ending right above a tuft of crimson, well-groomed hair. he'd say, "please," he'd whine and arch into you; yet all you do is grin against his scarred skin, moving away from where he wants you most:

either hip, strong muscles twitching and twisting as he tries to guide you between them;

his thick thighs, each nip to the sensitive insides of 'em making them jerk n' jump enough to make you need to take hold of them, keeping him still yet leaving him squirming;

ending back at where you started, each hand getting a delicate kiss before you take them in your gentle grip and start nuzzling the happy trail that paints below his navel. "want my tongue, sweetheart?"

"please !"

you'll be grinning when you murmur, breath so hot and washing over the hood of his cock, "please, who?"

diluc is shy, like this, but with the way you speak so close to where he needs you . . . it slips out easy, when he says, "please, daddy !"

just ,, going down on him while all he can do is mindlessly whimper and whine. his hands holding tight to yours hardly help to keep him afloat amidst the way you tongue at his cock, slick dribbling down your chin . . . pleas of daddy filling the air around you until he gets close, close 'nuff that his thighs start to clamp around you and keep your world muffled, narrowed down to the wet heat of his cunt (⁠๑⁠¯⁠◡⁠¯⁠๑⁠)

and then he cums, and you're saying, "there you go, sweet thing," your fingers stroking across his as he tries to get his bearings. "good boy, cummin' for me like that. such a good boy for daddy."

ahghhh diluc deserves the world (and as many orgasms as he wants) <33

[bunbunlittleone]

Prompt: stepford (maybe creating a wife instead of becoming one?)

Hypnovember #∞ This Stepford Wife is intent on seducing you into joining her life of being a good domestic drone

[cin-baby]

[finefrombeh1nd2]

So damn sexy! Thanks for the submission!!

[house-md-imagines]

please... need to be lesbians with cameron

let's go lesbians 🔥👍

[unlikelywriterlady]

Do we like this angle?

[chichamiranda17]

[pluvioseprince]

Albedo (pink maid dress and heels)

[lady-phasma]

"I almost instantly had backstory and dropped a few breadcrumbs in the intro in case I want to revisit this reader." I would LOVE to read more about this if you want, obviously. Seriously your writing is some of the best on this site and I'm sure your ideas are amazing! (speaking of which, I hope you don't mind if I ask for another request, my brain is full of ideas, especially for Dae Dae🤭🤭🤭, but unfortunately I don't have time to put them on paper and I like to share them with talented writers) #🔥

Hi 🔥!

Your first request was phenomenal! Definitely send me more! (You and I aren't the only people who enjoyed it apparently.) I got so into Allyrion!reader that my brain kinda went nuts with other things about her and about her relationship with Daemon.

Seriously your writing is some of the best on this site and I'm sure your ideas are amazing!

Excuse me, what?! LoL I can't say thank you enough! That is so kind and I know so many great writers that I can hardly believe that. I find it difficult to accept compliments. My instinct is to say "no, no, surely you mean this other person." I'll try to work on that. 💜

In case someone is reading this and curious about 🔥's first request it's here and the resulting fic is In the fading light.

[doumadono]

are you doing sinful sunday today..?👀

sleepy morning sex with izuku?🤭

Warnings: aged-up Izuku

SINFUL SUNDAY

Mornings are a bit of a struggle for Izuku. He often finds himself torn between the cozy embrace of the bed and the responsibilities of the day.

Izuku is all about cuddles in the morning. He wraps himself around you, seeking comfort in the warmth of your shared embrace.

You both find yourselves in that hazy state of barely being awake, your eyes half-open as you nuzzle into his neck. Your fingers gently trace a path up his chest.

Izuku lies on his back, cradling you in his arms, and he absentmindedly draws swirling patterns on your back.

Suddenly, he draws you on top of him while still beneath the covers. "Good morning, love," he murmurs, gently stroking your hips.

You roll your hips, your face still nestled in the crook of his neck. "Hey, baby."

He skillfully slides your underwear aside, slipping his own just over his hardened length. His morning erection already twitches as you rut your wetness against him. "Fuuuck," he grunts, looking up at you through half-opened eyes.

He lets out a low groan, tenderly guiding you to sink on his cock. "Oh, fuck, fuck, you're so wet and warm, holy shit..."

You whimper quietly into his shoulder.

Your bodies are snugly pressed together under the covers, and Izuku starts to thrust up into you at a leisurely pace. His hands caress your back, arms, ass.

Both of you find yourselves catching your breath, moans and pants escaping your lips, as the sweet pleasure wraps around you.

"So good," Izuku mumbles, his head rested against his pillow. "You're so good, baby, so fucking good."

You ride him leisurely, gazing down at his blissful expression with half-lidded eyes. "That's my boy. I love you so much, Izuku."

His hands skillfully massage your hips, and a quiet whine escapes him. Biting his lips, Izuku can feel the tip of his cock hitting that sensitive, spongy spot within you. "O-Oh, shit, babe…"

Izuku can deploy the famous Midoriya puppy eyes. Those wide, pleading eyes make it nearly impossible for you to resist granting him the sweetest climax he seeks.

"You wanna cum?" you whisper, stroking his cheek, and he nods.

You begin to move with increased pace, sensing his arousal building as his movements become more pronounced. It's a subtle yet unmistakable signal that he's nearing release.

Izuku moves his hips more assertively against yours, and before long, he releases his seed inside of you, moaning your name as he presses your bodies closer together, not wanting to spill even a bit. "Take it all, my love…" he whispers, "Thank you."

Your climax isn't as intense and rapid as it usually is during your normal fucking, but it still leaves you breathless, your thighs involuntarily clenching around his hips. "Oh, Izuku!"

He grins lazily as he gradually softens inside your pussy, both of you winding down. He gently guides your back to its original place at his side, holding you close. "I wouldn't mind waking up to this more often," he whispers.

[miupow]

toxic tyun baby trapping >:)

You and Taehyun got into it the other day. Screaming cursing, crying, he even broke a vase with the flowers he got you just hours before the argument. Neither of you even remember what it was about. Minds hazy with rage. Once you left your shared apartment is when Taehyun’s mind suddenly cleared up. He hated when you left after an argument, he hated not knowing if you’d come back -you always did- but that uncertainty eats away at him. So, he decides to be the bigger person…

You come back two hours, maybe three hour later, he wasn’t paying attention really. Once you walk in the door he has a new vase, with new flowers and an apologetic smile on his lips. You two quickly make up then make out, because you’re sure make up sex is the only reason you two argue now.

You were sure it was normal make up sex, Taehyun knew it wasn’t. He knows he can’t let you leave, he won’t let you leave again and maybe never walk back in that door, so, a good way to get you to stay is to give you something. Not a ring -not yet anyways- something more permanent, something that’ll stick.

His thrusts are mean, brutal as his swollen and leaky tip presses flush against your cervix every time he bottoms out. He’s already thrown one of your legs over his shoulder, eaten you out and ‘forgot to get more condoms.’ Oopsies…

“I’ll pull out, I promise,” he says convincingly when he first pushes into you. “Fuck…” he rasps at your tight heat wrapping around his aching cock. “Promise, baby.” He grins before railing you into the mattress.

Your thighs burn and shake and your throat is raw from screaming his name. He keeps making you cream his cock until you feel loopy in the best way possible then he’ll put his plan in motion… He does just that. Makes you dumb on his cock before saying, “too tight, can’t pull out.” He says with faux concern. In your state of pure bliss you dumbly nod along with him because that makes perfect sense of course. “Gotta cum inside,” he gives you that fake pout like he isn’t dying to fill you up with his thick seed. “That’s ok, isn’t it baby, I’ll give you my babies.” His hips falter and his dick twitches. Your eyes widen slightly at his words but he distracts you with his nimble fingers on your clit. “Give you all my babies.” He grins wickedly as you cum on his dick for the fourth time in the hour. He groans and buries his head in your neck and his cock deep in your soaked cunt. His tip sputters cum against your cervix, in your cunt and it leaks down his dick. He smirks as he hears you gasp when you feel his creamy release coat your insides.

Once you cry and hit his chest and tell him to pull out he’ll just smile at you, because pregnancy hormones do make women emotional…

- sticky cum soobie anon. merry late christmas pookie

i..i’m shocked into silence anon. actually cleaned the plate with this THIS THIS IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE— oh my god toxic situationship tyun who babytraps you to make you his forever… i’m pulling my hair out

scratching n hitting at his chest, cryin n begging for him to pull out… i can’t get enough of babytrapping i think i might be ovulating

[boygirl-club]

YUSUKE KITAGAWA GRAPHICS

requested by anon

free to use with credit

[house-md-imagines]

can you please do an imagine with includes goats