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☆. TELLING HIM THAT HE’S “SMALL” !

paring: phainon, mydei, aventurine, dr. ratio, jingyuan x fem!reader

tws : nsfw / smut, creampie (vaginal & anal), breeding kink, reverse cowgirl, mate pressing, spanking, multiple of rounds, darcyphilia, virginity loss, blow-job, face sitting (?), fingering, tummy bulge, making it fit, sloppy sêx, aftercare (?), rough sêx, dubcon elements (?), dumbifiction, headlocks and petnames.

sum : You told him he was small. He showed you otherwise. Suddenly, you didn’t mind taking every inch. MDNI 18+ ONLY.

note : not proof-read as usual.

★ PHAINON :

You thought teasing him would be fun. A quiet little smirk and that sweet whisper —

“Bet you’re not even that big.”

God, the way he looked at you. Not angry. Not offended. Just… amused. Like a priest staring down a blasphemer before the altar.

Now?

Now your legs are trembling, pushed wide open, and you’re struggling to even blink. Phainon’s fingers are deep inside you — slow, deliberate, two of them hooked just right, pressing into the spot that’s got your mouth open and your brain melting.

“Small?” he murmurs, voice like velvet-wrapped gold. “And yet… you’re drooling all over my fingers. Can’t even hold yourself up.”

You want to talk. You can’t.

Every curl of his fingers pulls a moan from you like a prayer. He’s whispering again, lips brushing your ear.

“Nothing to say now? Hm? So quiet. So wet. Should I keep going until you forget your name?”

You’re nodding before you even realize it.

Your hips are grinding up against his palm now, chasing that edge he keeps pulling away from. Every time it builds, he slows down. Holds you there. Makes you feel it. The ache, the pressure, the bliss that never quite breaks. It’s maddening.

“You’re just being prepared,” he says gently, almost reverent, like this is sacred.

“Can’t ruin you in the first round, sweet thing. But by the time I do put it in, you’ll be so far gone you won’t even remember calling me small.”

“Can’t ruin you in the first round, sweet thing,” he purrs again, brushing his fingers from your soaked hole to the base of his cock. It’s heavy, flushed, leaking against your thigh now. Thick. Long. You didn’t even look at it properly—too far gone to notice while he was playing you open like a divine instrument.

“But now?” His hand wraps around the base, stroking once, slow. You see it now. And oh—he’s huge. It’s veiny, flushed deep pink at the tip, curved just enough to hit everything he was already teasing with his fingers. “Now you’re ready.”

You try to answer, but all that comes out is a soft gasp and a nod that feels more like begging.

He moves between your legs, pushing them wider—wider—until you feel stretched out and helpless under him, like an offering. And he leans forward, pressing his cockhead against your entrance. It doesn’t even go in at first. He just grinds there. Spreads you open with slow circles, letting you feel the weight of it, the heat, the stretch that’s coming.

You choke on a sound. “Pha—Phainon—”

“Shhh,” he whispers, and he smiles. Soft. Like he’s about to baptize you in holy fire. “It’ll fit.”

He pushes in slow. Painfully slow. Not because he’s teasing, but because you physically can’t take it all at once. Your cunt clenches around the thick head, already trembling as he sinks in inch by inch, pulling a broken moan out of you each time your walls stretch around him.

You try to breathe. You can’t. His hand comes to your stomach—

—and when he’s halfway in, you see it.

“Look,” he breathes, pressing gently to the bulge forming just below your bellybutton. “That’s me.”

Your eyes roll back. “T-too big—”

“It fits,” he says again, firm this time. “You’re mine. I will fit.”

And with a slow, final push, he bottoms out.

You scream.

The stretch, the pressure, the feeling of him filling you completely—it’s too much. Too perfect. Your body tightens around him like it’s never going to let go. Like you were meant to take this cock. To take his.

He doesn’t move right away. Just stays there, buried inside you, cock twitching, eyes fixed on your face and the outline in your stomach.

“Good,” he murmurs. “You’re doing so good for me. You’re going to take all of it. Again. And again. Until I’m sure it takes.”

And then he moves.

Slow at first—long, deep strokes that drag against every sweet, ruined part of you. You’re already sensitive, overfucked from his fingers, but now? Now it’s bliss. Sacred. Your hips jerk every time he bottoms out. The bulge grows and disappears, over and over, with every thrust.

“Feel that?” he whispers, dragging his lips over your jaw. “That’s what happens when you insult something divine. Now you’re going to feel it in your stomach every time you breathe.”

Your legs are shaking. You’re moaning without meaning to, drooling, tears slipping down your cheeks—not from pain. From how good it is. How full.

He starts moving faster, his rhythm breaking, and his hand goes to your thigh, holding you down as your body tries to pull away from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Where are you going?” he growls, low and possessive now. “You asked for this.”

And then it hits. He slams in deep, grinds, and your vision whites out—back arching as you cum hard, squeezing around him, sobbing from the force of it. But he doesn’t stop. If anything, he gets rougher. Harsher. His breath ragged, his grip bruising.

He’s close.

And you know it.

“I’m going to fill you,” he grits out. “So full you’ll feel it dripping for days. You’ll smell like me.”

You whimper something incoherent, but your hips rock up to meet his thrusts. You want it. You need it. The sacred burn of him claiming every inch.

“I’ll breed you until your body forgets every cock before me. Until it only remembers mine.”

The moment it happens, he growls your name, slams in deep one last time—and stays there.

You feel the heat first. Then the stretch. Then the rush of cum flooding you.

He doesn’t pull out.

Not even a little.

He just groans, low and broken, pressing his forehead to yours as he pumps every last drop inside.

And your stomach swells just slightly more with the warmth.

You don’t know how long it’s been.

The room feels warm. Your body? Weak, trembling, leaking. You’re still stretched open around him, thighs twitching, mouth parted with soft gasps. His cum is still inside you—hot, heavy, pooling deep in your cunt, trickling down your inner thighs with every shift of your hips.

You should be done.

Any normal man would’ve pulled out, cleaned you up, let you come down from the high.

But Phainon? He never even left your body.

He’s still there.

Still inside.

Still hard.

And he’s watching you—blue eyes narrowing, one palm gently resting on the bulge in your stomach.

“You’re full,” he murmurs, brushing your sticky hair off your forehead. “But you’re not bred yet.”

You try to speak. You can’t. Your jaw slackens as he pulls back just slightly, just enough for your raw, fluttering walls to feel the drag of him.

And then—

He thrusts back in.

Hard.

You scream.

It’s not pain. It’s not even pleasure. It’s too much. Your body jerks, overwhelmed, the thick mess of cum inside you squelching as he slams back into your already-spoiled cunt. You cry out again, eyes wide and watery.

“Pha—Phainon, I—can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” His voice is calm, but low. Tight with restraint. “You’re made for this. I just have to remind you.”

His hips roll again, slow at first, but deeper. Hungrier. Every stroke pushes against that oversensitive spot inside, and with the way you’re already so full—so stretched—it feels like he’s everywhere at once. Your body tries to squirm away, but he pins your hips down with one hand and holds your thigh up with the other.

“You can take it,” he breathes. “You will take it. You said I was small, remember?”

His cock slams deep, knocking the air from your lungs. He starts rutting now—thrusts rhythmic, brutal, divine—every inch pounding up into your heat like a promise. The bulge in your stomach pulses with every push, getting more visible. He presses it as he fucks into you, and you sob.

“Look at this,” he whispers. “Look what I’m doing to you. That’s my cock inside your womb, my girl. Claiming every inch. You feel it?”

You nod. You don’t even mean to, but you’re nodding like a broken thing, tears down your cheeks, gasping his name over and over like a prayer.

Phainon groans—finally slipping. His breath hitches, rhythm growing faster, more desperate.

“I’ll fuck you stupid,” he growls. “Fill you until it’s leaking down your thighs for days. Until your stomach stays round even when I pull out.”

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow. He ravages you now. Your pussy is fluttering, clenching, spasming around him, soaking his cock with slick and leftover cum—and he fucks you through it. Like he’s not just fucking you, but teaching your body a lesson.

You cum again. You don’t even realize it until your vision goes white, and your body locks up, and your voice breaks into moans that don’t even sound human anymore. You’re shaking, body arching, drool on your lip—and he still doesn’t stop.

“You love it,” he says into your skin, his lips hot against your temple. “You love being ruined like this. You’ll remember this every time you try to walk.”

You’re crying. Whimpering. Nodding.

And then—his thrusts get sloppier.

You feel him swell.

You know it’s coming.

And he grips your hips and slams in—deep, to the hilt—and holds you there as he spills inside again.

This time? It’s worse.

There’s so much. You can feel it—thick, hot, and endless, rushing in and filling you again like your body was empty. Your belly feels heavier. Rounder. The bulge pulses with warmth as he unloads for the second time.

You can’t even make a sound. Just wide eyes and soft, shattered moans.

He stays there, cock buried inside, twitching, body trembling.

You’re limp. Your thighs are soaked. Your belly’s full. His seed’s dripping down your ass in thick, creamy strings—but he’s still there. Still holding you like something sacred and fragile.

And he leans down, kisses your lips gently, and whispers:

“Still think I’m small?”

You’re too ruined to answer.

But the mess between your legs answers for you.

★ MYDEIMOS :

“You’re small.”

You say it soft. Real soft. Barely a whisper in his ear while you lie under him, half-smirking. You think you’re being cute. Teasing. Stirring that man into a scoff.

But what you get isn’t a scoff or a groan

It’s silence.

Mydei just looks at you—no expression, just heat—and the next second?

He’s on you.

You’re grabbed, flipped, thrown down, and spread open in seconds—legs pinned back to your chest, his thick arms caging you in. You barely get a breath before he’s lining his cock up to your dripping pussy and slams it in.

No warning. No build-up. Just the wet, brutal sound of your cunt getting split open around cock that doesn’t fit but forces its way in anyway.

You scream.

It’s not pain—it’s your pussy trying to figure out how to swallow something that fucking thick. Your lips stretch wide, your walls clench down like they’re confused, stuffed past their limit, already leaking and sucking him in like they know who’s boss now.

He leans in close—chest pressed flat to yours, his full body on you. You can’t move. Can’t breathe. You’re folded up under him like you’re nothing but a fleshlight with a heartbeat, pinned so tight your legs tremble and twitch beside his ribs.

His cock’s balls deep inside.

His stomach presses down on yours.

You look down and see the shape of it—see the thick bulge of his cock pushing up against your belly like he’s trying to break through it.

“Small?” he finally grunts, voice rough in your ear. “You feel that, baby? That’s my dick rearranging your insides.”

And then he starts thrusting into your already wet cunt.

The sound of skin smacking skin gets wetter every second, your pussy making those filthy, squelching noises with every bounce of his hips, juices spilling out everywhere, dripping off your ass and soaking the sheets.

You’re gasping. Whining. Eyes rolling back. You try to say something, maybe beg, maybe moan—but he just grabs your throat and slams in deeper.

You can’t move. You’re folded. Flattened under him. His thick body covers you, keeps you down, presses his weight into you like he’s trying to leave a permanent mark inside your guts.

He spits in your mouth.

“You wanna say that again?” he growls, snapping his hips. “Call me small now.”

You can’t. You’re just moaning, mouth open, drooling on yourself while your pussy flutters and twitches around his cock, slick and swollen from the constant stretch.

“God, you sound stupid,” he groans. “You are stupid now, huh? Just a dumb little hole to fuck. Nothin’ goin’ on in that brain except how deep this cock is.”

And it’s true.

You’re quiet. Brain blank. All you know is the drag and shove of that thick cock inside you, bruising your cunt, flattening your womb. You’re leaking all over his balls, slick sticking to his thighs, his dick punching your guts over and over.

He sits back—brings you with him—doesn’t pull out.

Now you’re in his lap, straddling him, but still bent back, your pussy still spread open, still stuffed with cock. He’s bouncing you now—your ass smacking down on his thighs, tits bouncing, cunt slapping messy around him with every brutal thrust.

You’re just moaning.

“My fuckin’ girl,” he pants. “You were made for this. Made to take all this cock. Gonna breed you right. Knock the last of your thoughts out with my load.”

Your tummy bulges again as he lifts you and slams you down harder.

He wraps one thick arm around your neck—tight headlock—and fucks you through it.

“Say it again,” he hisses in your ear. “Say I’m small while your pussy’s creaming on me like a bitch in heat.”

But you can’t speak. You’re gone.

You’re drooling, eyes crossed, pussy fluttering tight around his dick, holding him in like you’re scared he’ll pull out. You’re gushing—cum and slick squirting out around his cock, dripping mess all over the floor.

He moans. And he breaks.

He grabs your hips, slams you down to the base, and stays there—deep, buried, locked in place.

You feel his cock twitch.

Thick. Heavy. Flooding your cunt, stretching you with cum. You feel it pump into you in hot, heavy spurts, overflowing inside, leaking down your thighs. Your belly gets heavier with it. You swear your pussy’s too full to take more but he doesn’t stop—he keeps grinding.

You’re folded in his lap now, cock still buried so deep it feels like it’s in your throat, cum dripping down between your cheeks in fat, warm globs—and Mydei leans down and brushes your hair from your face like he didn’t just fuck you stupid.

He smirks, nuzzles your flushed cheek.

“Well?” he murmurs, hips slowly rolling again, so slow, just enough to make you feel every inch of him dragging against your raw, sensitive walls. “Still think I’m small?”

You whimper.

That’s all you can manage. Your voice is gone, fucked out of your throat. Your legs won’t stop shaking. Your pussy’s twitching around him like it’s begging for more even though it’s so overstretched, puffy and red from being used.

He hums.

“Didn’t think so.”

And then he kisses you.

Soft. Deep. One hand cupping the back of your head while his tongue lazily rolls against yours. His cock stays buried inside—warm, pulsing—but he’s not fucking you now. Not yet. He’s just holding you there, like he’s soaking in the mess he made.

You blink at him slowly, dazed, drooling, skin slick with sweat.

“Mydei…” you whine.

That’s it. Just his name. Barely even that.

He smiles.

Kisses you again. Starts rocking his hips in that gentle, sweet rhythm—like he’s in love with the way your pussy squeezes him, like he could spend all night just watching you fall apart again under him, all flushed and sore and needy.

“You want more, don’t you?” he murmurs against your lips. “Can feel this little hole begging for it. She’s so greedy, baby.”

You nod. Eyes glassy.

“Good girl,” he breathes. “Let me take care of you, yeah?”

He shifts—pulls out halfway, then slides back in slow, cock thick and veiny and still leaking cum. You moan. Loud. Body arching, hips rolling up to meet him like your pussy’s chasing him.

He watches your face. Watches your expression twist and tremble while he fucks you slow—tender, now, but deep. Deep enough to make your stomach bulge again. Deep enough to make your toes curl.

You look down and whine.

“Look at her,” he growls softly. “Still stretched open. Still dripping for me. You’re so fucking full, baby…”

He slides his hand down between your bodies—presses gently on your lower belly.

You squeal.

Because you feel it—his cock pressing from the inside, bulging your stomach, thick and firm. His thumb rubs circles there while his hips start rolling deeper again, gentle but intentional, grinding into the soft spot inside you like he knows exactly where to touch.

And of course he does.

He’s Mydei.

Your big, mean man. Who just turned into your soft, obsessed husband the second he dumped a load in you.

“Still got room in there,” he murmurs. “Don’t lie, I can feel it. Gonna fill you up again, sweetheart. Gonna make you mine again and again ‘til it’s dripping out of your belly button.”

You’re babbling now.

Begging. Sobbing.

Tears well up as the overstimulation kicks in—but it’s good. It’s so good. He’s so sweet with it, kissing your face, stroking your sides, murmuring filth right into your ear like it’s a love confession.

“You’re everything,” he says. “You hear me? . My pretty girl. I’d fuck you every hour of every day if I could. You were made to take this cock.”

You clench.

He groans.

He cums again.

Slower this time, but hotter somehow—he moans into your mouth, deep and low, hips locked against you as his cock throbs and spills another load inside you, thick and lazy and so much. You feel it pushing everything else out, dripping down your thighs again.

He doesn’t move. Just holds you there, cock deep, cum inside, lips on yours.

“Still small?” he whispers again.

You shake your head, dazed and full.

“No…”

His smirk is feral.

“Didn’t think so.”

★ AVENTURINE :

You’re smirking. Shouldn’t be, but you are.

He’s got you cornered, back against the sleek marble wall of your suite, his tie undone and sleeves rolled, chest warm against yours. One hand rests on the small of your back, the other gripping your chin, keeping your gaze locked with his like you’ve just handed him a challenge on a silver platter.

“Repeat it,” he says softly. Too softly. That smile on his face isn’t a smile , it’s a loaded weapon.

You raise your brows like you’re innocent. You’re not. You know exactly what you said.

“I said,” you purr, playing with the buttons on his shirt like you don’t feel your heartbeat slamming in your chest, “you’re a bit… small.”

There it is. That twitch in his jaw. That flash in his violet eyes like you just poked a sleeping god awake.

He laughs, low and rich, like you just handed him a glass of vintage wine and dared him to break it over your head.

“Small,” he echoes, tilting your face up further. “Interesting.”

You try to act bored. You’re so full of shit.

“Not small small,” you add with a shrug. “Just… not as big as you pretend to be.”

Silence.

Then his lips press against yours — hard. His tongue slides past your lips like he owns them, teeth catching your bottom lip in a cruel, teasing bite before he pulls back just enough to speak again.

“You’re gonna eat those words,” he murmurs, hot against your mouth. “Every single one.”

He takes his time getting you on the bed. Doesn’t throw you down—no, that’d be too easy. He leads you there, fingers on your chin, your throat, your wrist. Every step is deliberate. He pulls you into his lap, clothes still half-on, thighs spread, cock already hard under the slacks he hasn’t even taken off.

“Come on then,” he says, loosening his belt. “Climb on. Since you’re so confident.”

You crawl into his lap like the brat you are — like you’re still in control — grinding slow against the thick outline of his cock as you straddle him, smug smirk still on your face.

“Gonna prove me wrong, little man?” you whisper, voice sugar-sweet.

That earns you a slap.

Not on your face—no, Aventurine’s too elegant for that—but on your ass. Hard. Your body jerks forward, chest colliding with his, a sharp gasp punched from your throat.

“Wrong?” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement. “Oh darling. I’m gonna ruin you so thoroughly, you’ll beg me to be smaller.”

He grabs your waist and flips you around, pulling you back into his lap so you’re facing away from him now, knees spread, his cock sliding free from his slacks and standing proud between your thighs.

You glance down and blink. …Oh. Okay. Maybe he’s not small. Maybe he’s the opposite of small. Maybe you’re very stupid.

Before you can recover, he spits into his palm and strokes himself once—twice— then presses the head against your entrance, one hand gripping your waist and the other trailing slowly, so slowly, down your front.

“Go on,” he whispers against your neck. “Show me how small it feels.”

You sink down.

Your mouth falls open. No words. Just a gasp—long, high, desperate, as his cock stretches you open, thick and hot, filling every inch with a pressure that borders on unbearable.

“Mm?” he purrs, hands gripping your hips as you struggle to take him. “Not speaking now? I thought you were feeling brave tonight.”

You whimper. He laughs.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he groans, sliding in deeper until your thighs are shaking. “This is barely halfway.”

You try to lift yourself off—you try—but he yanks you right back down with a smack to your ass, his cock punching so deep inside you your belly bulges just slightly, perfect and obscene.

“Look at that,” he murmurs, brushing a hand over the spot. “That little bump? That’s me. That’s how ‘small’ I am, hm?”

You’re shaking now. Gasping, drooling, grinding down on him with needy little movements you can’t even pretend are confident anymore.

He drags his lips along your shoulder, bites lightly at your neck, and then thrusts upward. Just once. Deep. Hard.

You sob.

“What was that?” he says sweetly. “Sounded like you were gonna apologize.”

You try—you try so hard—but all that comes out is a pathetic, broken moan.

“Oh, honey,” he breathes, voice full of velvet cruelty. “You don’t get to apologize yet.”

He grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back so you’re arching beautifully in his lap, cock still snug and deep inside you. His other hand? Slipping down your front, fingers rubbing right over where you’re throbbing, making you jolt.

“You don’t apologize,” he hisses, “until your knees give out. Until you’re sobbing on my cock.”

You whimper again.

He slaps your thigh—once, twice—then grips your hips and starts fucking up into you, slow and deliberate at first, then faster. Harder. The wet slap of skin against skin fills the room, mixed with your messy, choked cries and his deep, smug groans.

“You said I was small,” he pants, cock ramming into that spot that makes your eyes roll back. “Say it again.”

“N-no—”

“Say it.”

You try, you do—but all you can say is his name, over and over, like a prayer, like a surrender.

He laughs. Moans. Slaps your ass again and watches the ripple with admiration.

“Not so mouthy now, huh?” he says against your neck. “But don’t worry. You’ll get your words back.”

He pulls out, flips you around, and shoves you down to your knees.

His cock is flushed, slick and throbbing, still twitching from the tight heat of your cunt, and he grips it at the base with one hand while guiding your face forward with the other.

“Put that smart little mouth to work,” he growls. “Since you seem to like talking shit.”

You suck him in with shaking hands, lips stretched wide, eyes glassy. He watches you —loves watching you—as you gag and drool around him, your body still trembling from the wreckage he left in his wake.

“Mm, that’s it,” he groans, thrusting slow into your mouth. “Choke on it, baby. Just like you choked on your pride.”

You blink up at him—ruined, teary-eyed, mascara smudged, thighs shaking from being fucked half senseless—and he smiles down at you like the devil himself.

“Still think I’m small?” he whispers.

You shake your head.

“Mmm. Thought so.”

★ DR. RATIO :

You really thought you were funny.

Laid back against the library table, your skirt barely hiding the subtle shift of your thighs, you looked at him with that smug, syrupy smile. With a little shrug, you said it clearly,

“You don’t seem like much, Doctor. Bet you’d barely reach.”

The air went suddenly colder.

He didn’t even blink. Instead, he stared at you like you’d just insulted his entire intellect or knocked over his carefully brewed tea. His fingers twitched near his belt, then the sharp clack of his book closing echoed like a gunshot. He stood up.

“Is that so?” His voice was low, dry, and uninterested. That dangerous, mean little smile tugged at the corner of his mouth — not amused, not flirtatious, just a condescending twist that made your stomach knot.

“Well. Let’s test your hypothesis, shall we?”

You should have run. But no. You bit your lip and smirked like the brat you were.

That was your first mistake.

He didn’t say a word as he reached out and flipped you over the desk like you weighed nothing, settling you down flat.

“Still think I’m small?” he gritted, voice low and sharp as his hips ground down hard against you. Your mouth fell open, no witty comeback ready — just the sharp, helpless squeal that escaped when you felt every inch of him.

He was not small. Far from it. He was massive, pressing into you relentlessly, while piles of research scattered beneath you like forgotten papers.

Your cheek stuck to parchment. One hand pressed between your shoulder blades, holding you still, while the other landed on your ass with a resounding smack that made the desk creak beneath you.

“Use your words, test subject.” His voice was laced with sarcasm, irritated and turned on. “You wanted a measurement, didn’t you? Want me to push deeper?”

You whimpered, your legs trembling. That wasn’t enough for him. His hand smacked your ass again, harder this time, then grabbed and spread you wider without shame. He watched you — how your body folded and shivered under his weight — your belly visibly bulging each time he thrust deep, as if your insides were made just for him.

“You’ll take it. That’s what happens when you provoke a man smarter than you.”

It was filthy. Your legs shook uncontrollably, thighs wobbling under the pressure, but he didn’t relent. His body was big, lean but solid — every breath sharp, every growl low and frustrated in your ear. He was not romantic. He was not gentle. He was merciless.

“You’re so full it’s pathetic,” he hissed, grinding his hips harder. “Still think I’m small? Look down. Look at what I’m doing to that belly.”

You did.

You shouldn’t have.

A big, round lump pushed out against your stomach, his cock deep enough to mark you completely.

“You’re drooling,” he sneered. “Still think I’m small?”

You couldn’t answer. You were gasping, nails scraping at the wood as he locked his arms tight around your waist — not letting you escape, not letting you think — mate pressing you until your toes curled and your moans came ragged and raw.

“Say you’re sorry.”

You didn’t.

So he spanked you again, harder this time, then slammed into you deeper until the wet squelching of your cunt echoed through the silent study.

You choked out something broken and breathless. He didn’t care.

“I’ll breed the arrogance out of you,” Ratio muttered under his breath, like your whining was just another tedious experiment. “Let’s see if a few loads fix your attitude.”

He gripped your waist tighter, his breath hot against your ear as his hips pressed deep and unrelenting. Every thrust carved into you, making that heavy bulge in your belly push out more, like you were stretched perfectly around him—no chance to hide it, no mercy given.

His hand found your ass again, slapping it hard, fingers kneading and holding you in place. “You think you’re so clever, talking shit. But look at you now—mine. All wrapped around me, dripping and desperate.”

Your breath hitched, body trembling as he kept pounding into you, the sound of your slick wetness mixing with the harsh smacks filling the quiet room.

“Say it,” he growled, voice low and rough. “Say you’re mine.”

Your voice broke, trembling out, “I’m yours.”

His grin was cruel and satisfied as he pulled you flush against him, mate pressing with all his weight, making sure you couldn’t move, couldn’t escape. The fullness inside you stretched tighter, and he whispered, “You’re so full. Can’t get enough of me, can you?”

You whimpered, head thrown back, utterly undone.

With a sharp slap to your ass, he pulled out just enough so you could feel the thick length twitching, then slammed back inside, his pace rougher, more demanding.

“I’m gonna breed that stubbornness right out of you,” he breathed, voice dark and possessed. “You’ll remember this every damn time you think you can test me.”

Your walls clenched hard around him, moans slipping free as he kept driving you into the desk, holding you down like you were his prize.

“Beg for it,” he said, dragging his hand up to grip your hair, tilting your face so you had no choice but to look at him.

You whimpered, “Please… don’t stop.”

His laugh was low and satisfied. “That’s my good girl.”

He pressed forward, hips snapping, every movement pounding deeper, stretching you full and making your belly roll with the pressure.

Your breath caught as he tensed, voice rough, “Say it. Say I’m the only one.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, trembling and undone.

With a final, heavy thrust, he claimed you fully, breath hitching as he spilled inside, filling you with everything he had.

He held you pressed tight as you trembled beneath him, hips still rolling lazily, possessive and relentless.

“I told you,” he whispered against your skin, “I’m never small.”

★ JING YUAN :

You really shouldn’t have said it.

You really shouldn’t have looked the General of the Cloud Knights in the eye—shirt tugged up, thighs bare and your panties already wet—and had the audacity to say:

“Tch. With all that confidence, your cock’s probably small anyway.”

The room went quiet for a second.

The kind of quiet where even the crickets were like oh no she didn’t.

Jing Yuan blinked.

Smiled.

Then laughed—that slow, deep, maddening chuckle that slithered straight down your spine like warm honey.

“Small, huh?” he repeated, stretching his arms behind his head like he wasn’t already rock hard in his robes. “Ah… You poor little thing.”

You weren’t prepared for how fast he moved.

One second you’re smug.

Next second your back hits the mattress with a soft thud, legs spread open like he owned them, your panties tugged to the side and his thumb lazily brushing over your soaked folds.

“Say that again.” His voice was low, a little breathy. He hadn’t even taken his robes off. “Let’s see how long you keep that mouth running.”

You gasped when he pulled it out.

Holy—

He knew. Oh, he knew exactly what kind of look crossed your face. The shock. The panic. The twitch of your thighs like they were second-guessing their own bravery.

“I think someone owes me an apology,” he murmured, rubbing the head of his cock against your clit like he was just casually testing the weather. “Or should I make you eat those words?”

Smug bastard. That slow, lazy smile. That thick, achingly hard cock.

You didn’t even have time to beg.

He grabbed you by the back of your head, tilted your jaw open, and fed it to you.

Slow. Deep. Sloppy.

“Mm— look at you now.” His hips rolled like he was half-asleep, voice curling with pure sin. “Choking on the small one, are we?”

You clawed at his thighs when he held you down, cock pressing heavy on your tongue, mocking your every breath. He groaned every time you gagged around him, every time you tried to glare up at him through teary eyes.

“Can’t talk back with your mouth full, hm?” Jing Yuan chuckled, cupping your cheek. “Maybe I’ll keep you like this for a while. Let that attitude melt off your tongue.”

When he finally let you breathe, you were wrecked.

Mascara smeared. Drool dripping down your chin. Knees trembling.

“Aw,” he cooed, petting your hair. “What happened to all that big talk?”

And then—he flipped you over.

One smooth motion, you were face-down, ass up, and his cock already nudging at your entrance.

“This might stretch a little,” he murmured, completely fake sweetness in his tone.

Liar.

You screamed when he pushed in. Inch by thick, punishing inch. Your pussy clenched like it was trying to reject him, but it only made him groan, hands gripping your hips like he was claiming them.

“Fuck, you feel that?” he growled into your ear, voice deeper now, panting against your neck. “Say it again. Say it’s small while it’s splitting you open.”

You tried.

You couldn’t.

Not when he started moving.

Lazy, powerful thrusts that made the bed shake and your legs wobble. He stayed buried deep, hips grinding in slow circles like he had all the time in the world. His hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing your clit like he was spoiling you—just to drive you even crazier.

“Tell me how small I am while you’re dripping like this,” he teased, pinching your clit until you squealed. “Come on, sweetheart. Be brave again.”

All you could do was cry his name.

Over and over.

When you finally came, it was messy. Shaky. So tight around him he groaned into your skin, fucking you through it until your body gave up.

You collapsed, twitching.

And he?

He stayed inside you. Still hard. Still smug.

Leaning down, lips brushing your ear, he whispered:

“…Want to try that again?”

You don’t remember how you got here.

Well, actually—you do. It started with a smug smirk, your bratty mouth, and one too many giggles tossed at the general’s expense.

“With how lazy you are, your cock’s probably soft and small too.”

And now?

Now you’re stuffed full.

Flat on your back, legs trembling, and that massive cock buried so deep your belly’s showing a bulge.

You don’t even have the words anymore. Just little hiccuping moans, drool sliding from the corner of your mouth, and your fingers pressed against your lower belly in pure awe.

“Look at that.” Jing Yuan leans over you, lazy eyes glinting as he lays his palm right on the bulge in your tummy. He presses.

You squeal. Your legs twitch.

“You were running your mouth earlier,” he murmurs, thumb rubbing soft, slow circles over the swollen outline of his cock in your gut. “And now you’re just whining and taking it.”

He rolls his hips, and your back arches. Your soaked pussy clenches again like it can’t help it.

“Can feel me here, can’t you?” he purrs. “Might be small… but it’s so deep, baby.”

You try to speak—really—but all that comes out is a whimper, a little breathless sob of “Yuan—too much, I-I can’t—”

He smirks.

“Yes, you can.”

Then he pulls out—slow, dripping wet, your folds clinging to him—and slams right back in, thick and deep enough you swear you see stars.

You scream.

Your body jerks. Your brain just shorts out.

And he leans down, whispering filth into your ear:

“You don’t need to think. Just keep your legs open and take your stuffing like a good little pillow princess.”

You moan, dumb and needy. All that snark from earlier? Gone. Replaced with sniffles, tears, and broken hiccups as he pounds into you—slow, lazy, and endlessly smug.

“Fuck, gonna breed you,” Jing Yuan growls, fucking you deeper, slapping your thigh. “Gonna fill you so good you’ll be dripping my cum for days. Want that, huh? Want to get knocked up on a small cock?”

You nod.

You sob.

He groans when you clench down again, cock pulsing, hips slamming into your thighs as he spills inside you. Thick, messy ropes that flood your womb and drip out around his base—but he doesn’t stop.

“Stay still,” he pants, pinning you down. “You’re gonna take another one.”

And you do.

And another.

You don’t even realize he’s lying down beneath you until you’re shoved onto his face.

Your thighs shake. His tongue slides right up your slit and licks his own cum from your pussy.

Your moans are broken, hands digging into his messy blond hair as you grind down, riding his face like it’s the only way you remember how to breathe.

“That’s it,” he hums against your folds, voice muffled by your soaked pussy. “Sit on me. Get dumb on this tongue too.”

You do.

You lose your mind.

You cum. Again. And again. So messy, so overstimmed, your voice cracking into little sobs.

When you collapse off his face, ruined and twitching, he kisses your thigh.

And whispers—

“Still think it’s small?”

© 2024-2025 blueberrisdove-sideblog all rights reserved. pretty please, do not steal my dividers, translate and plagiarize any of my works, or either repost my works in any other platform without asking, thank you!

[hayakawalove]

Guy who lovesssss it when youre loud in bed, especially when you can’t help it. Laughs as he’s fucking you while you scramble to cover your mouth

[nagumoan]

I love when a man, who's so tentative and shy about touching you, is insanely hung. Of course, your cock is huge, shy boy

[pinknaijia]

also the concept of ej being so naturally protective of his babies is making my head spin

Like he gives such angry bear vibes I'm tweaking

Genuinely snarling at someone when they try to reach for the twins

Oh God and don't let you still be pregnant, that man is going for teeth and bones at that rate

Like imagine you're just standing around, sporting a very large baby bump, minding your business when nina tries to touch your belly

Loud. Ass. Growl.

I'm talking teeth bared and throaty growl, mind the fact neither of you knew he was standing there bc the MF was in the shadows

You're napping in an inconvenient spot and one of the creeps tries to even wake you up and all it's genuinely just

[dovescarcass]

Could you do another Twitter links post? Unfortunately my favorite ones got removed and I can no longer access the link in that account. :( It can be with any characters!

Eyeless Jack (Creepypasta) twitter links <33

- Note: say less girl, also as i stated before—according to my latest twitter link post, i will prob do eyeless jack next and i do 🤤😚 he's so hot omfg pls aghahshshhshs he can shift my womb anytime and wife me up alr HAHAHHA idc but yeah.

- TW: P*rn, obviously. BUT some of these are so filthy because they were like.. super h-ntai coded (j-p*rn yeah) so uh, prepare!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

SCHLURPSSS

Its them mating season bro

Manhandle.

Throat-thumper (LMAO)

Pregnancy cravings

He really wish those balls could slip

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

!! PAPA EJ DOODLES !! ^3^

The twins are tew cutesy I had to draw them <//3

Context -> !! Domestic fluff Dilf! Jack drabble here !!

[perverselyyours]

i've been thinking a lot about jack lately. his restraint is just so, so sexy.

but when he starts to lose his cool, it's a glacial crescendo. his fingers twitch at his side when you're fresh out of a shower and he can smell you at your purest, cheeks flushed and ovulating and so unknowingly ready for him. he knows when your pussy craves him before you do. the strain in his neck when you pass him in nothing but a towel, wet hair curling around your neck as you bend over to rummage through your drawers. the voids of his eyes were like a hunter’s—sharp, restless—flickering over you, tracking each movement. he's watching you the same way a lion watches a gazelle.

his own movements are slow and deliberate as he lays back onto his elbows, the bed creaks with his weight. his head tilts in a way that raises the hair on your arms. you know you're being hunted.

you look over your shoulder, damp hair falling over your forehead in a way that shouldn't make him harder, but it does. your smile is cute, prey-like, the way a puppy looks up at its owner.

"what are you thinking about?" you ask, always so curious. he doesn't return the smile, but his eyes soften.

"i can smell you, you know," he says, and your cheeks flush deeper. you laugh, and it's that nervous titter you do before you close in on yourself. you've always been so shy.

"you're so weird," you tell him, turning back around as you reach for those useless little cotton panties you'd picked out. his lip quirks, not quite a smile. more like he was baring his teeth.

“do you like those?” he points lazily to the panties in your hand. your brows furrow, and he can hear the quickening pace of your heart. thumpthumpthumpthumpthump, like a rabbit's foot. you only nod, clutching them a little tighter, seemingly frozen in front of your dresser. “then don't bother putting them on.”

you stare at him, glossy lips slightly parted. his mind floods with the thought of stuffing his cock between them, fucking your open throat until you were choking on him. but he always had to be careful with you. you were easy to spook.

"come here."

his voice is gentle yet authoritative, the kind of cooing he reserves only for you. as he knew you would, you approach him obediently, still clutching the panties. he takes hold of your hand, dwarfed in his larger one, as he sits up. carelessly, he tosses your panties to the side, tugging you closer until you're standing between his muscular thighs. ginger fingers unwrap your towel, craning his neck to leave firm, warm kisses against the hollow of your throat. there was no confusion now as you melt into his hands, as you always did.

he smells your slick as it coats the inside of your pussy, already so willing to accommodate to his massive size. how sweet your body could be for him. one of his tongues licks along the valley of your chest as he drops your towel to your waist. he's teasing himself as much as he's teasing you. his mouth envelops one of your nipples, a satisfied purr rumbling deeply in his chest. not a growl, a purr. he loves this, loves the way you arch into his touch. his second tongue squeezes the softness of your breast as he licks the nub with the other. you drop your face into his hair, muffling your moan.

but he doesn't like when you hide yourself from him.

he drops the towel and takes you by your hips, flipping you onto the bed with an almost terrifying quickness. you gasp, covering your mouth as he crawls over you, every bit the predator he warned you he was. but you can't ignore the way your cunt throbs for him, and he can't either. he moves your hand from your mouth, locking your fingers in his as he presses the back of your hand to the soft mattress.

when he fucks you, he's never clean. it's messy, your drool mixing with his as it drips down your chin and onto your bouncing tits. he's animalistic, growling into your throat as he leaves less than gentle bites across your skin. he licks them, his way of apologizing, but more importantly, to taste you. your thighs are pressed to your chest, legs on his shoulders. as he ruts into you, he lifts himself enough to lick and bite at the ball of your ankle. he wants every part of you to feel him, for your body to know who it belongs to. because, of course, he has always been such a possessive man.

by the end of it, you're in the shower again, and he's running his hands up and down your soapy legs, kissing every spot he bit and every bruise he left. then, he eats you out for good measure. putting those three tongues to work.

[regisvinex]

Calling Dr. Love

AO3 link [NSFW]

summary: You are straddling Doctor's lap while he's busy writing some scientific shit, you don't really seem to care, and something comes after.

cw: TFC Doctor, nsfw, pwp, female reader, smut, size difference, p in v, cock warming, belly bulge, biting, rough, creampie, talkative Doc, dirty talk

note: just a self-indulgent little thing, don't blame me,,,, head empty

Doctor glanced up from his leather-bound journal, the pen still poised between his long, dexterous fingers. His eyes, even though behind the cyan lenses, flicked over to where you sat, perched upon his lap with a soft, almost imperceptible shiver. He probably smirked beneath his mask.

He set the pen down carefully. For a moment, he turned his attention to your petite figure nestled against him. "The chill is getting to you. How thoughtful of your Doctor to keep you warm, isn't it?" he murmured, as if mocking you.

One clawed hand slid possessively over your thigh, giving a gentle, warning squeeze before he returned to writing whatever he was working on.

You just couldn't hold a little whimper, letting out the faint sound. Doctor's eyes sharpened at the soft, needy sound that escaped your lips. "Your body betrays you, dear."

Sensing the slightest shift of your hips, the way your tight heat clenched around his cock, he leaned closer, until the beak of his mask brushed the shell of your ear. "You're not quite trembling from the cold, are you sweetie?"

For some extremely dumb reason, you felt a little too bold. And so, slowly, you shifted the Doctor's hood and his collar and bit his neck, probably not even realizing what exactly you're doing.

Doctor inhaled sharply, the sudden bite to his neck catching him off guard. Normally so self-controlled, the way your tiny teeth sank into his skin sent a jolt of pain mixed with a weak surge of pleasure through him. But it was the breathy little moan that followed, the way your hips shifted and teased his shaft again, that made his patience snap.

In an instant, the tables have turned. His hands, dropping the pen on the floor, gripped your thighs, clawed fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave distinct red marks. He hauled you flush against him, pinning you to his desk, not even paying attention to all the papers that are now a complete mess on both the desk and the floor.

"Such brazen behavior, sweetie..." he scolded, voice deceptively gentle with his usual rough accent. "Why did you think you could do that without any consequences? Or... did you, perhaps, do it just because of that? Naughty."

He rolled his hips up into yours roughly, making no secret of his growing arousal. The moment he drove his shaft into your heat, a little bump formed on your stomach, showing just how small you were against him. And, of course, he noticed that. You suddenly arched your back slightly with a pathetic moan, trying oh so hard to muffle it with your free hand, hungry for his attention. One hand slid up your body, long fingers wrapping subtly around your throat. He didn't squeeze, but the unspoken threat hung heavy in the charged air as he felt your quickened pulse.

Doctor's gaze finally zeroed in on the subtle bulge now visible through your stomach, where his thrusts had forced his massive shaft to create a tangible contour along your smaller frame. His eyes widened briefly behind the mask as the lenses turned red for a couple of seconds before returning to the usual cyan.

Unbidden, his grip on your thighs tightened further, fingers kneading almost roughly into your soft flesh as he ground his hips more insistently against yours. The breathless little moan you choked off behind your hand only spurred him on, a low growl rumbling from low in his throat.

Punctuating his rougher thrusts, one large hand slid from your throat to pin both of yours above your head, holding them firmly in place. The other brushed almost teasingly down your front, tracing the dip and curve of your waist, before boldly cupping and squeezing the subtle swell that marked his possession of your depths.

"Look at that," he whispered, voice a sinful purr. "My cock is splitting you open... I think I'd like to hear all your adorable little cries, sweetie."

Doctor shuddered as your choked cry echoed through his study. The desperate, pleading tone sent a bolt of lust straight to his aching cock. He couldn't hold back the spine-shuddering groan that tumbled from his lips. His sadly grocer, rough, and powerful thrusts grew harder and faster, resonating through your slender body.

He tightened his grip on your wrists, holding you down with unyielding strength as he panted out an approval. "Yes, let your Doctor hear all those needy little noises..."

His palm slid boldly over the tender bulge, kneading and squeezing the way he was claiming your most intimate places. Each punishing thrust made it bounce and shift obscenely in his grip, and he was obsessed with that.

Doctor's control shattered utterly at the tantalizing wiggle of your hips, goading him with each sinful roll that made your supple body jiggle and bounce. His lenses turned red again, clearly showing his dangerous excitement.

With a feral snarl, he hilted himself to the base inside of you, the thick head of his cock battering your cervix. One hand remained a vise around your wrists, while the other raked down your front to grip the flesh of your hip. He used his new grip to yank your harder against him, slamming his cock into you with savage force.

Doctor lost himself in the mindless pursuit of pleasure, each thrust resonating through your trembling body with the force of his lust. The obscene squelch of your dripping arousal and the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh filled the room, punctuated by his ragged, inhaling pants and your choked, mewling cries.

"D-Doc!!", you called out, as if it was going to help you in any way.

Doctor could only groan in response to your desperate cry, feeling absolutely drunk on the way your velvet heat clenched and squeezed, as if trying to milk him for all he was worth. Emboldened by your wanton reaction, he slowed his fierce thrusts ever so slightly, his clawed thumb finding that sensitive bud hidden in your folds.

A single, wicked chuckle escaped him as he rubbed merciless circles over your clit, matching the brutal pace of his renewed thrusts. "Cum for me, sweetie."

Nearly feral in his pursuit of climax now, Doctor felt the primal urge to expose his fangs surge at the inviting sight of your slender throat, bared so temptingly before him. With a guttural growl, he wrenched up his plague doctor mask just enough to reveal the mouthful of gleaming, razor-sharp teeth as he leaned down.

At the same moment, he thrust particularly hard, slamming his cock as deep as physically possible. As your scream of release sang through the air, he sank his fangs deep into the tender flesh of your throat, muffling his own shout of climax against the sweet, crimson seal of his claiming.

His clawed fingers dug into the soft skin and hard muscle of your hip with bruising force as he ground against you, his pulsing cock spurting jet after thick, molten jet of his seed directly into your battered, spasming womb.

Doctor shuddered intensely as a possessive shudder ripped through his entire being at the exquisite sensation of filling his sweet little You utterly full and complete with his release.

Panting harshly, he licked his lips, savoring the lingering metallic tang of your blood. With a shuddering groan, he reluctantly retracted his fangs from your neck, his laudatory lick soothing the angry red imprint blooming on your pale skin. As he rose, he was already wearing his mask again, you didn't even notice when he put it back on.

His grip on your hip gentled only slightly as his other hand released your wrists, seeking instead to caress the slender column of your throat, now so horribly enticing with his claiming mark. He cupped your jaw tenderly and tilted your face towards him until his hidden gaze locked on you.

"Such a good girl," Doctor praised lowly. "Took your Doctor so well, sweetie... How are you feeling?"

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

ONE MORE THING BEFORE I GO TO BED.

OKAY. YK WHAT. I see so many people say that they hate when in smut it says “he knocked into your cervix” because it’s unrealistic and painful and no one would like that. My argument is NOT that fanfic is supposed to be unrealistic or whatnot, my argument IS THAT IIII LIKE IT.

IM SICK OF IT. BC YK WHAT I DONT THINK ITS UNREALISTIC. “Who would enjoy that” ME. I ENJOY IT. I THINK IT FEELS GREAT AND ITS LOWKEY THE BEST PART.

Not liking it because of preference is one thing, but it’s always talked about like it’s not physically possible and that’s not true 💔💔💔💔💔

JUSTICE FOR PPL WHO LIKE GETTING THEIR CERVIX POUNDED. I SEE YOU. I STAND WITH YOU MY BRETHREN.

[campactna]

I got so much shit to do but i drew this instead

[noctiva]

‘shh, shh… probably can’t take more than this, huh?’

jack’s words, whispered in a hot breath against your skin, were unfortunately very true.

of course you had expected it when you first got together with him. jack wasn’t… human. parts of him kept their humanity, but a lot of other part didn’t. his tongues - inky black and far too long. his claws. his fangs. his height.

just the sheer size of him alone probably should’ve warned you that whatever he was packing below the belt - was probably a lot more than someone like you could handle. someone with a body made of fragile flesh.

and it was true - because you were clawing at his shoulders, trying to remember how to breathe beneath him. it wasn’t just the length of his cock, it was everything about it. the stretch was was something that made your entire body ache - muscles straining to stretch around the girth of his length.

and he wasn’t even all the way in yet. he hadn’t ever been all the way inside you - every time he tried he could already tell you were far in over you head, even only after sinking a few inches inside.

having you crying beneath him wasn’t a first, of course, but you were getting better. your body slowly adjusting to him over time - taking more and more.

‘doing so good.’ slow, gentle rolls of his hips. a soft rocking motions that opened up your walls around him just a little bit more. ‘took even more than last time. i’m almost halfway in, darling.’

almost halfway.

your head swims.

because if this was what half of his cock felt like, how were you ever supposed to bear the entire thing?

‘can you imagine what it’ll feel like when you finally take it all?’

barely, you didn’t think the barriers of your imagination stretched that far.

but, your stomach flutters anyway. not with fear, but with excitement.

because you can’t imagine it. maybe that’s exactly why you want to feel it for real.

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

!! EJ EDIT !! ^3^

More photobashing + lineart. I was getting visions of him so I was chained to my iPad till further notice <\\3

Also yes this is based off of Sweet Meat LMFAOAOA

[vetckkie]

girl get off that c.ai and embrace the 'x reader'

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

I’m not dead I just realized I had free will and now I’m animating a very slutty EJ clip LMFOAOA

Also this is super unfinished but I liked the hand movement :pp

[habitrabit]

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

!! TOBY ANIMATIC (ish) !! :pp

I wanted to try photo bashing mixed w my usual style ^3^ also yes this is ab my sun spot drabble LMFAOAO

Finished in under a weekend… it’s not terrible so I’m pretty happy w it (unserious song choice I just liked the vibe 💔)

[lachrymose-doe]

“Can you be any louder?”

Snoring Toby Drabble

You woke up, a sheen of sweat across your skin. An irritating, grating noise right next your ear. Toby’s snoring. He’s always snored but it’s somehow gotten worse recently. You wake up each night to the agitating sound directly in your ear, because of course Toby had to be close enough to crawl into your skin. His arm tightly wrapped around your waist, leg tangled between your own.

You reach over, lightly smacking his arm “Toby, shhhhhh” you whisper, voice raspy with sleep. Though, he doesn’t wake up. Instead, his snores become louder. You groan, sitting up. Well…attempting to sit up atleast. His arm tightened around your waist in his sleep. God- needy even while he’s unconscious.

You smack him again. “Toby- Jesus Christ, be quiet” you complain. This time, he slightly woke up. His enough to answer. Eyes half lidded, lashes fluttering as he looked at you. “Yea, yea sure baby I’ll be quiet” he mumbled. Soon enough though, his eyes fell shut and the noise began once again. Louder, like his subconscious was trying to annoy you. This time, you reached over, fingers pinching his mouth shut. But, that didn’t work thanks to the giant gash in the side of his mouth. Though…the snoring subsided.

You sighed in relief, snuggling back down and letting your fingers fall from his mouth. One moment later, there it was again. That loud, bothersome noise. You shook Toby awake, hands gripping his shoulders and violently rocking him back and forth. He woke up with a gasp, sitting up. “WHA- what?! What’s happening?! Are you okay?” He cupped your face in both hands, inspecting you for injuries. “No. I’m not okay, Tobias.” His eyes immediately went wide at his full name, then it clicked in his head. He was snoring again.

“Ahh- baby c’mon I’m sorry…” he tried to suck up to you the moment he realized what he had done wrong. You two have had this conversation atleast once a night for the past two weeks. He sighed, guiding you two to lay back down. “I’ll be quiet, promise..” Toby nodded as he nuzzled into your chest. Soon enough, he fell back into a deep sleep. His snoring resumed but…atleast it was lighter. You could manage with this. Besides…it was Toby. You knew he’d give you the puppy eyes when he woke up in the morning. That was enough to make up for the snoring in your mind.

A/N: another post whoaaaaa 😱 anyways hope you guys like this too. Irl I would’ve had to kick him out I cannot handle snoring….

[bumblegumyy]

this is adorable<3