Thinking about cuntboy Ciero again. Kinda sad that Jack is an infertile Alpha, I bet he'd love to see Zephyr swollen with his child.
That boy would always be pregnant if he had a cunt. I bet their breeding kink is cranked up to 11, they'd somehow always end up with Ciero in a mating press and Patrick's cock kissing Ciero's cervix as he breeds her. Pregnant sex. I just know that Ciero would be a very horny momma hen, she'd constantly need a tongue, or at least three fingers in her pussy, failing that Patrick can't fuck her with his cock. God, Patrick would be all over Ciero, there'd never be a moment when he isn't caressing her swollen belly, or kissing all over it. Hell, he might even get Ciero pregnant while she's already pregnant.
The moment Ciero even joked about stopping his heat suppressants, Patrick was on him...
(NSFW under the cut, minors don't read)
"Fuck, I... nnnh, I can't even think-" he whines, arching his back.
Patrick smirks, his tip rubbing against her innermost core in a way that made his spouse melt. Ciero's sweet pussy was gushing, ripe and wet with need.
"Don't fucking think, then..." He murmurs, gripping her hips. Patrick grunts, nipping at the dark mark at the base of her neck. "Just... fuckin, take it, sunshine-"
He pants, his knot swelling as it finds its place inside of her. Shifting their position, Patrick sits back, staring up at his needy, shameless wife - Ciero bounces on his cock, his soft face flushed with need.
"-hooooooh, fuck-" She whines, sweet pheromones gushing off of her and driving Patrick insane.
She's so stretched out, so full as he knots her heavily. It's aching, burning in the most delicious ways, and she can't help but moan - wanton and loud, like she's in a dirty movie...
...fuck, if anyone saw the Patrick Torres-Moran, fucking his sweet omega wife like a machine...
Just the thought of controversy made her head swim. It was pure lust, something primal driving them together.
"God," Patrick growls, his palm pressing against the soft bulge on her middle. "Fuck, I'm gonna fill you with my fucking pups-"
Actually I’m not done talking about cuntboys. (BTW in case you didn’t know, a “cuntboy” is a term for a fictional biological boy with a cunt).
Ciero as a cuntboy? Oof, that poor boy is never walking right again (although considering Patrick’s package, I doubt he was walking right regardless). Patrick makes it a point for Ciero to take him balls deep every time, he loves it when he’s finally bottomed out and he can feel his cock against her cervix and the lovely whines that Ciero makes for him. Ciero probably loves having her cervix hit, I just sense that she lives off of it. It probably took a while of practice and stretching to be able to take Patrick all the way to the hilt, so it’s always something that they relish in, just feeling full and completely stretched in the best way possible. Cockwarming for them is a must-have.
Under the cut.
It'd basically go like this meme lol
But un-funny, un-jokey, wise? Yeah, exactly as above.
Anyway, heres a wee drabble of exactly that.
"C'mon, Ro..." Patrick murmurs against his lithe neck, Ciero's shaking thighs pressed to either side of his waist. "Just... fuck, one more inch, yeah? You can take it..."
Ciero whines, her head swimming. Her stomach is bulging from his fat cock, not a single thought behind her glassy eyes as he toys with her tender chest.
"Mmmh... Paaaat-" she protests softly, her hips bucking into his as tears of pleasure roll down her cheeks.
Patrick kisses them away, planting another square in the middle of her forehead.
"Sh, sh, shh..." He whispers, resting his forehead against hers. Patrick grips her hip tight, Ciero's arms wrapped around his firm frame. "C'mon, baby... take it for me, take it... take it, take it, take it-"
Ciero gasps, his eyes rolling back as the most gorgeous moan gets ripped from his lips.
"-Haaaaaaah-"
Patrick groans, giving her ass a gentle squeeze possessively.
"See, Sunshine? I knew you could fucking take it..." He whispers.
And Ciero giggles softly, knowing full well that the real fun is about to begin.
Okay then, do you have any omegaverse headcanons for Omega!Zephyr with a cunt?
Aight, lemme cook.
First of all, I see Zephyr in the omegaverse being quite shameful about his status when it first presents itself; his father was an alpha, his mother is an omega (and proud about it, too!).
He was always pressured to be his father's perfect son, and in every possible way he could, he did. So, being an omega is like a slap on the face to all of that.
During his first heat, he didn't know what was happening until he was sweating and nervous; it was at dinner, and his father was pissed. Elspeth took him aside and helped him understand what was happening.
The next day, he was written a prescription for heat and scent blockers.
And until he met Jack, he took them.
Zephyr was very pent up, and exams were kicking his ass. So, he went out on campus to a comedy club, which is where he met Jack, doing a stand-up routine. Jack caught Zephyr, and after his routine, they started talking (Jack pulled him backstage).
I kind of flip-flop between the idea of Jack being an alpha or a beta. I think he's gonna be an alpha, though. Just not a typical one, yk?
Anyway, they fuck in Jack's dressing room, and Zephyr gets knotted for the first time. It is insane, he'd half forgotten his heat blockers, and so its like the last year or so of intense heats released all at once.
Jack groans, throwing his head back as he plunges his cock into Zephyr's wet heat.
"Fuuuuuck," he hisses, dark locks flopping over his eyes. "God, you're so tight... oh my-"
His hips buck forward, and Zephyr moans.
"-Haaaaaaah... nnnh, Jack..."
His nails dig into Jack's back, firm scratches in time with each deep thrust.
"You want my knot-?" Jack asks, stroking Zephyr's cock as he picks up his pace, their hips smacking together.
"Yes-" Zephyr groans, burying his face into Jack's neck.
Jack moans, the pressure in his cock growing as he fully sheaths himself. His knot expands, locking the two together.
"Shit... fuck, I'm gonna cum, darling..." Jack warns, stroking Zephyr's cock faster. He's in a rush to make Zephyr cum first,have him explode with need.
...andfor the first time, as warmth floods his eager core, Zephyr feels proud to be an omega.
A pride that continues as they grow older, fucking through heats and ruts, with hours spent bouncing on Jack's knot, or eating Zephyr's eager omega hole until he's squirming and squirting.
...and even if Jack can't give him the pups he wants, they build a family anyway.
Kidding, Kidding. I’ve just had brainrot of Zephyr as a cuntboy because I know damn well that Jack would love to have his face crushed between his husband’s thighs and suffocate to death if it meant he could eat Zephyr out one last time. Anytime that they have any time alone, Jack is already on his knees unbuckling Zephyr’s pants. If eating pussy was an Olympic sport, Jack would be bringing home the gold. Jack would lick his husband up so well that he doesn’t even need his fingers to make him come. Eating him out so well and making him come at least a few times that by the time Jack’s pushing his cock into his cunt, Zephyr’s shaking and whining in overstimulation. Thanks.
Needy charles isn’t something I knew I needed, but now I have it I need more lmao.
Also, Charles with a vibe. That’s it.
Charles would he SUCH a brat! Istg, he'd be so needy, so whiny, rubbing against his wife.
Under the cut obviously.
Like,,,,
"Pleeeeease, I'll be a good boy! I just need your pussy, love!" Whining, crying, tears in his eyes as he whimpers and writhes against his vibe.
"Do you deserve it, though?" Smirking, her legs squeezed tight together. "Or do you just wanna hump, Chaton? Hm, is your cock all heavy and achey for me?"
He nods, trying ever so hard to not touch his cock.
Finally, Mira sighs and spreads her legs, pushing her skirt up so Charles can eat her pussy out. And he'll probably cum just from doing that.
What was Octavian’s best sexual experience with a man?
Has anyone ever left him with his legs shaking, bred and filled with sticky cum? Or maybe he’s left someone like that (maybe minus the breeding part…)?
Uhhh, once when he was like 24, he hooked up with this guy and he fucked his brains til he felt like jelly.
Oh my God, imagine Patrick learns about his sweater fucking Ciero, and begins a tense rivalry between sweater and future star. He’s so ready to burn that thing, but stops when Ciero speaks up saying something like “Don’t burn it. Show it who I belong to.” Patrick makes sure the sweater has a front-row seat as he pounds Ciero’s brains out and marks her up so pretty.
...anon, you don't know what you just inspired. I am kissing you on the mouth rn.
(Also inspired by this song! It's really good, ngl-!)
Contains sexual content. Do not read if under the age of 18, or if that makes you uncomfortable.
"...what?" Patrick asked, raising a brow.
"...you heard me," Ciero squeaked.
He smirked.
"Actually, 'Ro," he teased. "I don't think I did."
He gently wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.
"Because it sounds like… you dreamed of my favourite sweater fucking your brains out," he scoffed. "But that can't be fucking true, can it? Because look-!"
He held the sweater up, showing it to them.
"...this thing doesn't have a cock. It doesn't have fingers. It can't fuck you."
Patrick rested his head on her shoulder.
"...unlike me."
His hand slid to Ciero's jeans.
Ciero whined, rocking his hips.
"P-please," he whimpered.
Patrick smirked.
"Please, what, mi traido?" Patrick asked, purring.
Ciero whined.
"Fuck me-!" He begged. "Fuck me good, baby."
He heard Patrick's deep chuckle rumble in his chest.
"Ohohoh," Patrick laughed. "Y'want me to fuck you? And not this piece of fabric?"
Ciero nodded, blushing furiously.
"Pleeease, baby," he whined, grinding his ass against Patrick's hips for good measure.
Patrick groaned, feeling himself get hard.
…fuck.
He slid out from under Ciero, letting her flop back down onto her mattress with a giggle.
He flung the sweater onto the chair.
"Stay right there-!" He pointed at the sweater.
Ciero giggled, rolling her eyes at her boyfriend.
"What?" Patrick asked, scoffing.
"Sweetheart-!"
"That sweater made a cuckold of me, baby," Patrick snorted. "I'm just… showing it who you belong to."
Ciero smiled up at him lovingly, shaking her head.
"Really?" She quirked a brow.
"It's either this, or I burn it." He whispered, growling into her neck. "...and we both know I look too damn fine in that thing to do it."
Ciero chuckled.
"Alright, baby," she cooed. "Show that sweater who's in charge."
Patrick grinned.
"With pleasure, mami," Patrick grinned.
He trapped Ciero under one hand grasping the headboard, while the other clutched the pillow.
"Chito," Patrick hissed, pressing his lips snugly against Ciero's.
Ciero obliged, kissing her boyfriend back. She tugged on his curls.
The two slowly started grinding, feeling each other grow painfully hard in their jeans.
"Mhhh, fuck…" Patrick hissed, dragging himself away from his boyfriend's lips. "God damn, 'Ro, you're so fine."
Ciero chuckled.
"You're not too bad yourself, Pat."
Patrick undid his belt, sliding his jeans off quickly and discarding them on the floor. He unbuttoned Ciero's shorts and helped her discard them, both of their boxers following suit.
Patrick's lips found themselves back on hers, steadying himself with a hand on the headboard.
His hips rocked lazily against Ciero's, grinding together toet them make the most gorgeous sounds.
The dull thump, thump, thump of the bed was a constant reminder of how badly they needed each other.
Patrick felt his cock ache.
He needed to fuck Ciero.
Badly
And from how flushed Ciero looked, it appeared that he needed the same.
"You want me to fuck your tight little hole, Princessa?" Patrick teased, holding her knee.
Ciero bit her lip. He nodded.
"Yes, baby-! Need you to make me feel good-!" She whined. "So good…"
Patrick chuckled.
"There's my good boy…" he whispered. "Lube still in the same drawer?"
Ciero nodded, spreading her legs in excitement. Patrick shoved his hand into the drawer, grabbing the familiar bottle.
He opened it, sliding some of the familiar clear liquid over his cock - and rubbing some over her hole.
"Good girl," Patrick whispered, seeing how she moved against him.
Ciero blushed.
"So receptive for me, mami," he purred.
Ciero loved how he sounded when he said… anything in Spanish, really…
He squeezed her ass, groping her plump rear.
"Good girl, good girl…" he whispered.
His cock head barely entered her, pressing against her hole.
She whimpered, legs trembling in anticipation.
Patrick slid in further.
"Ah-!" She yelped.
Patrick froze.
"Baby, you okay?" He asked, eyes wide with concern.
Ciero nodded.
"You're just… really fucking big…" He whimpered.
Patrick chuckled.
"Really, mami?" Patrick purred.
Ciero nodded, cheeks flushed a pretty pink.
He smiled down at Ciero.
"I know baby…" He whispered, peppering kisses down Ciero's neck. "...but you've taken me before. We fucking know it fits."
His hips slowly rocked, sliding himself further inside of Ciero's ass.
Ciero whimpered, grabbing Patrick's shoulders tightly. Patrick hissed. He felt her nails dig in.
…but that really only spurred him on further.
He slowly picked up his pace.
In…
Out…
He kissed Ciero's cheek.
In…
Out…
Her lips.
In…
Out…
In, out…
In, out…
In, out, in, out…
"Doing such a good job, taking me like this-!" He moaned.
They'd started a steady rhythm. One that had Ciero's eyes watering with pleasure.
Do not read/interact if under the age of eighteen.
Also, inspired by a dream I once had.
Ciero had had plenty of wet dreams throughout her life.
There were some when she was taken roughly by Marty McFly (a teenage crush, he'd been obsessed with the boy-!).
Their favourite was, of course, Patrick lovingly fucking her, pounding their brain into mush.
And then, there were… the much more bizarre dreams.
These ones… weren't like the others.
And that was putting it simply.
One night - back when she was in college - Patrick had come over to visit during the day, and Patrick had left him his (P's) favourite sweater, full of his scent.
Ciero had fallen asleep with the article of clothing between her arms. Clutched in the same way she longed to hold Patrick.
And as he slept, a dream invaded her mind.
One that left her…
...utterly confused.
-
She was lying in her bed, clutching her bedsheets. Her slender body quivering in response to every little touch.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-!" She whined, being pounded into the mattress.
"Such a good fucking slut-!" Came a… slightly familiar growl.
She looked up, fluttering her eyelashes, expecting to find her handsome boyfriend fucking her brains out.
Only…
…he wasn't.
Instead, it was his… sweater grasping her shoulder, gripping her hip. It was the sweater, with a cock that filled her imaginary pussy completely, rocking into her.
It was the sweater grunting and groaning as she wildly rocked her hips.
"So good-!" She whined. "Feels so fucking good-!"
Ciero was sobbing with pleasure, cunt oozing around the sweater's meaty vermilion cock.
"Ah-fuck! I'm gonna-!" She squealed. "Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-!"
-
Before her climax could hit, she woke up. Her cock throbbed against her shorts, and the sweater was somehow covering his face, enveloping her with its smell.
Patrick's smell.
She shrugged, holding it to her nose, and jerking herself off to the memory of her boyfriend and the remnants of her dream.
What is it like with Vanya bottoming? I bet Octavian loves seeing Vanya’s tits bounce as he fucks her
Under the cut.
When Vanya bottoms, you'd better believe she's being a brat.
Teasing Octavian. Grinding against him. Pressing her tits against his chest.
Talking back to him.
"Wanna be a good girl and get on your knees for me?" "Make me >:)"
To the point where he'll just flat out refuse to fuck her (even if his dick is getting, like, painfully hard).
Instead, he'll just sit on the bed, with his strong legs open. And invite her to hump his leg instead.
"You wanted to act like a little bitch, may as well get off like one," he'd joke.
But she'd take it entirely serious. Grinding her gushing pussy against his calf, whining, trembling with lust.
It's only when she's tetering over the edge of an orgasm that Octavian moves his leg away, leaving Vanya whining for more. Her pussy glistening with arousal.
...and it's at that point that Octavian starts treating his girlfriend like the queen she is.
"C'mon, baby... you’ve been so naughty... May as well make you happy" growling as he fucks her brains out from behind (with a condom on - wrap it before you tap it!).
Holding her hips, gripping them so hard his knuckles turn white. Kissing her neck, biting her skin.
Making sure everyone knows that it's him that makes her tremble like this.
It's him that has her screaming like a cock-drunk whore.
It's him - and only him - that makes her feel this good.
And as Vanya cums, squeezing his cock, he can't help but roll her onto her back, fucking her through it again and again and again.
Until all she can think about is how good he feels inside of her.
(And yes, he does enjoy watching his girlfriend's boobs bounce, but that's besides the point-!)
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