content: fem! anatomy on reader, size difference ofc cause capitano is huge, praise, little bit of belly buldge, begging, dacriphylia, ooc capitano cause ive never written him before
"That's my good girl…" Capitano's gruff voice sounded from above you, a hint of pride hidden in his tone as he watched you slowly take another inch of him in. His calloused hands were hooked under the back of your knees, practically folding you in half with little effort. As he hovered over you, he completely enveloped you with his body, his broad frame shielding you from looking at anything else but him.
Slowly, he slips into you a little more, his gaze fixed in between the two of you as your wet hole struggles to take in his thickness. It stretches to what must be its max, yet you're still not satisfied.
"Please…more," you slur out, head tossed back and fingers gripping onto the sheets beneath you. Already so far gone and he hasn't even properly fucked you yet.
Sure, he spent a good half hour prepping you with his thick fingers and his tongue, making you cum a few times already just so you could fit him in, but to be so far gone from just a few inches of him pushed into your tight hole is so amusing to him.
You're squeezing around him so nicely, it's taking all his will to not just bully into your cunt all at once. He doesn't want to hurt you, but, archons, nothing has ever felt as good as you do right now.
"You think you can take more? Think you can take all of me today, darlin'?" His voice drawls out, leaning down to place a lingering kiss to your cheek as some of the tears spill from your eyes. The salty taste is welcome on his lips, a smile tugging its way onto his face at the sight of you eagerly nodding foe more of him despite feeling so full already. His hands, big enough to fully wrap around your whole thigh if he used both of them, caress the back of your thighs and press you further into the mattress. He begins to push more of his length inside you, kissing away each and every tear that spills from your waterline, until he feels himself bottom out inside of you for the first time.
A low groan slips out from the depths of his throat at the feeling of your warm walls encasing his entire length, his heavy balls squished against the roundness of your ass just begging to be emptied in you. The tip of him feels like it's grazing your cervix.
Capitano sits and waits for you to adjust for a few agonizing minutes, his cock twitching eagerly inside you.
Heavy breaths mix as he leans in and kisses you, before finally pulling back and making the first thrust. It takes everything you have to hold back the loud moan that threatened to escape you, focusing on the feeling of his lips on yours instead.
"So good..taking me so good," he grunts out, his hand coming to rest on the bottom of your stomach when he feels it. Himself, moving around inside you, just barely showing through your tummy as he burrows into you once more.
"Gonna ruin you…" he promises, but he knows you can take it. When he's done with you, your insides will be molded into the shape of his cock.
I have a question, how do you map out your stories/fics?
Do you just run with whatever you come up with on the spot, or do you map them out before writing?
Your writing style is really pretty and I felt I had to ask
i dont necessarily map it out actually?? if i have an idea in mind, ill vaguely write it out at the end of my document so i dont forget it or any details i wanted to include, and then i try to start from the beginning since those are usually hardest for me, and just go from there mostly on the spot !
content: fem! anatomy on reader, size difference ofc cause capitano is huge, praise, little bit of belly buldge, begging, dacriphylia, ooc capitano cause ive never written him before
"That's my good girl…" Capitano's gruff voice sounded from above you, a hint of pride hidden in his tone as he watched you slowly take another inch of him in. His calloused hands were hooked under the back of your knees, practically folding you in half with little effort. As he hovered over you, he completely enveloped you with his body, his broad frame shielding you from looking at anything else but him.
Slowly, he slips into you a little more, his gaze fixed in between the two of you as your wet hole struggles to take in his thickness. It stretches to what must be its max, yet you're still not satisfied.
"Please…more," you slur out, head tossed back and fingers gripping onto the sheets beneath you. Already so far gone and he hasn't even properly fucked you yet.
Sure, he spent a good half hour prepping you with his thick fingers and his tongue, making you cum a few times already just so you could fit him in, but to be so far gone from just a few inches of him pushed into your tight hole is so amusing to him.
You're squeezing around him so nicely, it's taking all his will to not just bully into your cunt all at once. He doesn't want to hurt you, but, archons, nothing has ever felt as good as you do right now.
"You think you can take more? Think you can take all of me today, darlin'?" His voice drawls out, leaning down to place a lingering kiss to your cheek as some of the tears spill from your eyes. The salty taste is welcome on his lips, a smile tugging its way onto his face at the sight of you eagerly nodding foe more of him despite feeling so full already. His hands, big enough to fully wrap around your whole thigh if he used both of them, caress the back of your thighs and press you further into the mattress. He begins to push more of his length inside you, kissing away each and every tear that spills from your waterline, until he feels himself bottom out inside of you for the first time.
A low groan slips out from the depths of his throat at the feeling of your warm walls encasing his entire length, his heavy balls squished against the roundness of your ass just begging to be emptied in you. The tip of him feels like it's grazing your cervix.
Capitano sits and waits for you to adjust for a few agonizing minutes, his cock twitching eagerly inside you.
Heavy breaths mix as he leans in and kisses you, before finally pulling back and making the first thrust. It takes everything you have to hold back the loud moan that threatened to escape you, focusing on the feeling of his lips on yours instead.
"So good..taking me so good," he grunts out, his hand coming to rest on the bottom of your stomach when he feels it. Himself, moving around inside you, just barely showing through your tummy as he burrows into you once more.
"Gonna ruin you…" he promises, but he knows you can take it. When he's done with you, your insides will be molded into the shape of his cock.
content: sub!scara, cockwarming (obvi), panty stealing and sniffing scaramouche, he's a little creepy, begging, he cries a lil, no pronouns used but scara is mentioned to be inside someone, take that as you will
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"Please…" His voice was pathetic, high pitched and whiney, much different than his regular tone. Normally, he would curse himself for sounding so desperate, for begging for something he could very easily take should he choose so, but it was you. He had pined after you for so long, done things that might be frowned upon by anyone else.
It was hard not to be desperate for more when you sat in his lap, his cock wrapped inside your warmth. It was both heaven and hell to feel you like this. You felt so good, but he wanted, no, needed more. For you to move, to bounce on his dick or grind or anything, really, besides what you were doing now. Just sitting there, and squeezing around his length while he squirmed and whined beneath you, face buried in your neck and lips mouthing kisses at your skin in a silent plea.
"You said you'd take anything from me. Don't tell me you're going back on your word." Your hands that were draped over his shoulders soon found purchase in his hair, tugging it so that his head leaves the crook of your neck, forcing him to look at you. His eyes were wide and teary, brows furrowed so hard you swore the creases might stay there for days. "Especially after I caught you with my underwear earlier. You really want to ask for more when you had my stolen panties practically in your mouth."
Even he knew what he was doing was creepy, stealing your underwear whenever he came over. He acted indifferent whenever he was near you, but the thoughts he had about you were anything but indifferent.
His hand would always find its way into his shorts after seeing you, stroking eagerly at his stupid dick that got hard at the brush of a hand as you passed by him.
He had stolen many of your things in the past, but he was reckless this time and got caught. Your underwear pressed against his mouth and nose as he jerked off, eyes rolled back at the scent, his tongue poking out in hopes he could get just a hint of what you would taste like. He was just about to cum when you walked in, and he pleaded with you to give him something, despite what you had found him doing, which is how you ended up here.
"I'm sorry, just please," he practically sobbed, his hands wrapped around your back and gripping at the flesh, trying to keep himself sane. His back arched as he felt you shift around on his lap, chest pressing against your own.
"Please, move. I need you," he tried once more, but when he saw you smile down at him, a domineering look in your eyes, he knew this torture would keep up for a lot longer. You cooed at him, tugging at his indigo locks once more before bringing your hand to his face and caressing the apple of his cheeks.Â
"Poor boy…you're gonna have to beg a lot more than that."
content: sub!scara, cockwarming (obvi), panty stealing and sniffing scaramouche, he's a little creepy, begging, he cries a lil, no pronouns used but scara is mentioned to be inside someone, take that as you will
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"Please…" His voice was pathetic, high pitched and whiney, much different than his regular tone. Normally, he would curse himself for sounding so desperate, for begging for something he could very easily take should he choose so, but it was you. He had pined after you for so long, done things that might be frowned upon by anyone else.
It was hard not to be desperate for more when you sat in his lap, his cock wrapped inside your warmth. It was both heaven and hell to feel you like this. You felt so good, but he wanted, no, needed more. For you to move, to bounce on his dick or grind or anything, really, besides what you were doing now. Just sitting there, and squeezing around his length while he squirmed and whined beneath you, face buried in your neck and lips mouthing kisses at your skin in a silent plea.
"You said you'd take anything from me. Don't tell me you're going back on your word." Your hands that were draped over his shoulders soon found purchase in his hair, tugging it so that his head leaves the crook of your neck, forcing him to look at you. His eyes were wide and teary, brows furrowed so hard you swore the creases might stay there for days. "Especially after I caught you with my underwear earlier. You really want to ask for more when you had my stolen panties practically in your mouth."
Even he knew what he was doing was creepy, stealing your underwear whenever he came over. He acted indifferent whenever he was near you, but the thoughts he had about you were anything but indifferent.
His hand would always find its way into his shorts after seeing you, stroking eagerly at his stupid dick that got hard at the brush of a hand as you passed by him.
He had stolen many of your things in the past, but he was reckless this time and got caught. Your underwear pressed against his mouth and nose as he jerked off, eyes rolled back at the scent, his tongue poking out in hopes he could get just a hint of what you would taste like. He was just about to cum when you walked in, and he pleaded with you to give him something, despite what you had found him doing, which is how you ended up here.
"I'm sorry, just please," he practically sobbed, his hands wrapped around your back and gripping at the flesh, trying to keep himself sane. His back arched as he felt you shift around on his lap, chest pressing against your own.
"Please, move. I need you," he tried once more, but when he saw you smile down at him, a domineering look in your eyes, he knew this torture would keep up for a lot longer. You cooed at him, tugging at his indigo locks once more before bringing your hand to his face and caressing the apple of his cheeks.Â
"Poor boy…you're gonna have to beg a lot more than that."
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