When he says, “You’re adorable” he means he wants to fuck you in the most filthiest way. 😘

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When he says, “You’re adorable” he means he wants to fuck you in the most filthiest way. 😘
I need him to say, "you take it so fucking good for me, baby," while my face is covered in tears
boys who anxiously rub their swollen bellies, trying to gauge how far along they are by size alone
“Why do you ship incest?” Why do birds sing? Why do flowers bloom? It’s another one of Earth’s beauties
pull that slut’s leash taut when he’s riding you and you’ll unlock a fun new sound
slut knight is an underrated character archetype. everyone give it up for slut knights
I love characters who dont think they deserve to be loved. Maybe they've been hurt, maybe someone has convinced them theyre evil, maybe they've hurt people in the past... and when someone comes along who loves and cares for them, they just dont see it as something they deserve
it's cool they share a last name. already married.
“Why?” The knight’s question cuts though the air, making the prince jump.
Shit.
“Why what, exactly?” The prince responds. He turns from the window he was about to climb out of, knowing he’d been caught. “Why sneak out, why hide from the guard, why-“
“Why do you keep doing this? Slipping away, crawling back reeking of perfume and men.” The knight steps forward. “Is it a romance? At least that could be arranged.”
“Oh no. No- none of the men matter. It’s not about them, it’s…” the prince pauses. “I think this is quite a personal conversation.”
“Your father took me away from my duties specifically to handle you, sire.” The knight’s words are laced with frustration under that dull tone. “If none of these men matter, what is it?”
Theres a moment where the air lingers. Neither man speaks. Though, the prince’s face gets notibly redder.
“…the sex.” He finally forces out when he realizes nothing will happen until he does. “I shouldn’t have to detail this to you. Nor to anyone.”
“You could have any one of the servants, or guards-“
“No one in this castle is even vaguely willing to do what I like.” The prince snips out. Only after he says it does he realize what he’s admitted. There’s no way out of it now. His voice gets quieter as he attempts to explain. “They all do just as I say…”
The knight’s hand tenses against the wall. The sound of his gauntlet clinking makes the prince’s eyes widen. He leans in further, until the space between the prince’s lips and the metal of his helm is barely a breath.
“You slip out from the safety of the castle so someone will defy you?” The volume of his voice is deceptive compared to the amusement in those words. “How so, dear Prince? For you to correct them?”
The prince’s mouth goes dry. He stammers, attempting to find an answer and only loosing his words. How does he admit to everything? Stand here in the damn hall where everyone can hear?
He can’t. He just can’t.
That seems to answer the question for him.
“No, no.” The knight taunts. “You could convince a maid to do that. You want to be the one corrected, don’t you?”
He takes the prince by the arm, not bothering to soften his grip as he drags the royal along. The prince stumbles as he follows, forcing himself to match pace with the knight. The way he has to scurry behind makes him think of the squires out in the fields. Small, and unnoticed.
They were heading back to his chambers, that he could tell. The prince tries to keep his voice steady. “What are you going to do?”
“Your father told me to keep you in the castle.” The knight answers. “If the only reason you leave is to be treated like nothing, then I will attend to you staying here myself.”
"No one gets to kill you but me" is a deeply romantic sentence.
Someone taking their sick friend/partner's temperature while they sit on the bed or the lid of the toilet or the edge of the bathtub, leaning their too-warm head against the healthy one's leg or hip until the thermometer beeps
when you find someone who's equally unwell about The Character
“Living weapon” covers a lot and all of it is hot
Thinking about a dad with a huge lactation kink. He’s always jerking off as he lets a breast pump suckle at him, hoping that someday his pecs will get with the program. He notices they’re bigger, heavy and aching, while having breakfast with his kiddo. It’s a weekend, his baby is still half asleep, their hair sticking every which way. He can’t stop thinking about the fullness in his chest, and it has him fully bricked up. He feels awkward being hard while looking at his kid, but they’re just so cute. He rushes away after breakfast to put on his pump until his nipples ache.
It keeps happening. He gets drops of clear fluid now, and every time he remembers that it’s actually working he gets hard as a rock. Unfortunately, working from home means he’s either alone (good) or with his kid (bad). He has to start hiding boners like he’s going through puberty again. But his kiddo is so sweet and so pretty…
Actual lactation is a dream. He pumps so much his production just keeps increasing, chest size growing, nipples enlarged. And then it starts happening. A “thanks, dad” or a goodnight hug and there’s warmth in his chest, milk welling up. He starts leaking through his shirts when he hears his kid laugh, and that’s so much worse than the boners.
He never meant to touch his kid, but he was dripping with milk and so pent up. They woke up to him grinding his bulge against them, guiding a bare nipple to their lips.
“Please, baby,” he begs. “Please, honey. Daddy’s sorry, but I need this…”
His kid wraps their arms around his neck and suckles like it’s what they’re made to do. After all, kids know dads are supposed to take care of them.
A father breeding his teen over and over again every night until one day they clearly start to show with child and only he gets to know it's his
once again thinking about being an older man’s stay at home breeder☺️✨getting fucked and filled wherever and whenever he wants until I’m knocked up. having no reason to leave the house unless it’s with him, showing off the consequences of our actions as it gets bigger and bigger under my clothes. just getting to lounge around all day, waiting for dad to get home, so tired and stressed from work and ready to take it alllll out on his personal fucked out seed doll
My favorite flavor of dadson is a dad who just loves his little boy so fucking much he can’t help but feel every kind of love for his kid, even sexual and romantic. Dad who’s boy just happens to be his soulmate and who he loves and cherishes no matter what. Dad who grooms his son not cuz he wants to hurt him, but cuz he can’t handle the idea of his baby not reciprocating his love for him and his desire to make sure his son doesn’t get hurt by some random person who isn’t going to love him as well as his daddy can ♡