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Recommended By Yours Truly :: [SDV] "Sins of the Guilty"
Most Popular Work :: SDV Bachelors x Farmer Who Squirts
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Recommended By Yours Truly :: Balor Bending The Reader Over Next To His Wagon
Most Popular Work :: FOM Bachelors x Sassy Farmer
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Recommended By Yours Truly :: N/A
Most Popular Work :: N/A
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Recommended By Yours Truly :: "Shepard's Guidance"
Most Popular Work :: Thiollier Drabble
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Recommended By Yours Truly :: [ZZZ] "How To Receive An A+ In Housekeeping"
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♡ - Lol, I know I put my pronouns at the beginning of this masterlist, but I really don't care + won't get offended if you address me a different way. It's the internet.
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i loved the concept of your state mandated husbands fic so much it inspired me to write my own :) for now i don’t plan on ever posting it, but if i ever did want to post it would that bother you?
of course i would give credit and link to your fic/your account!!
T0T Im really flattered that you liked it that much, anon! But no! posting it wouldn't bother me at all, if something I wrote inspired you to write, then PLEASEEEE TAG ME (I like reading other people's works <33333)
Also taking the time to use this to say this— I MEANT TO POST TEN BUT I WASNT ABLE TO FINISH THE OTHER THREE IN TIME SIGH
(I'll be posting one of those missin' three next week after letting my fingers catch a break for a bit <33 afterward it's back to workin on my next batch with the other missing two being included <33)
Summary: The SDV Bachelors and their reactions to a farmer with nipple piercings!
Warning(s): Nothing too explicit in this one! More suggestive than anything, More fluff than smut
Side Note(s): Admittedly, I had to check beforehand, but since I've already done a fic on smaller titties. I decided to focus on nipple piercings overall, anon! I hope you like what I wrote nonetheless, though! ✨
Also, yeahhh, I meant to only write Seb for this, but I wanted to include all the bachelors 😔
Elliot
"You...have nipple piercings?" Although he's always sort of known based on the small, budding glimpses he'd see when you'd wear certain types of shirts— Elliot's still somewhat pretty shocked when you not only tell him about your piercings but also show him.
He thinks that your piercings fit your personality. Not too flashy but pretty enough to where, oddly enough, they just fit you.
Kinda like how a particular hairstyle seemed as if it was just made for someone.
"May I touch them?" He then asks after a while of practically oogling your bare breasts.
When you nod your head, a quiet gasp escapes your lips when you feel Elliot's fingers lightly graze your nipple, Elliot's eyes briefly flick up to your own as he can't deny the way his cock twitched in his pants.
He genuinely just wanted to feel and admire them; he swore it to himself repeatedly!
But as your face continued to redden and those little noises of yours became more and more frequent—now he wanted to admire them differently.
Sebastian
Nearly chokes on his own breath when he sees them, and damn near passes out from how quickly the blood leaves his head and towards his cock as well.
Originally, at the beginning of your relationship, you've always said how you've wanted piercings of your own, but could never seem to make the jump towards getting them! Sebastian never pressured you to get them, told them to only do so when you felt comfortable, and that when and if you did decide to do so, he'd help you all throughout the cleaning process!
So, when you decide to surprise him with your newly pierced tits—
It takes everything within him not to practically beg on his knees to urge to suck them.
"They look..." He loved them so much that he couldn't even speak right. "C-Can I touch them?"
"I just got them done yesterday, so...be gentle." You say that although you couldn't imagine Sebastian hurting you, even accidentally. A soft sigh trembled from your lips when Sebastian touched you, almost reverently as he admired the piercing work, the jewelry you had selected, all as he murmured how nice they looked to himself. "Do you like them?" You giggled.
"I do," He answered. "They're pretty." He added on before his fingers trailed over to poking at the jewelry.
"You can admire them even closer, if you want to~" You gently teased your boyfriend, another giggle leaving your lips when you heard the way that he sucked in a breath.
As much as he wanted to, he prided your health and comfort first and foremost. But, he wouldn't deny that it was rather painful to slowly inhale and exhale as he gently pulled your shirt back over your tits. "The healing process is about a year." Sebastian scoffed, the reminder making you roll your eyes with a huff.
"I'm not risking the healing process; we can wait."
A drawn-out groan escaped you. He could wait, but you didn't know if you could, damn it!
Sam
He's known for a while that you've had nipple piercings, solely based on the one time that you had hugged him and he swore up and down that he had felt something press against him that was different compared to the softness that's to be expected when someone hugs you!
But he never questioned it. It wasn't appropriate, even if the two of you were friends.
Besides, he had a couple of piercings himself, so he never felt the need to explicitly ask, acting as if he didn't understand what piercings were and the like.
But the moment that the two of you started dating? Sam hadn't forgotten about what he thought he felt at the time, so...he pops the question— "Do you have...piercings?" He asks the question hesitantly, nervous about whether or not it was an odd question, although the two of you were dating.
Nonetheless, you nod your head and chuckle. "I do!" You chirped in response. "Wanna see?"
The blonde gulped heavily. You were both still somewhat kinda fresh in your relationship, neither of you had even had sex yet! Nonetheless, though, Sam nodded his head, his curiosity as to what your piercings looked like overriding an embarrassment he may have felt in the moment.
And, as you lifted up your shirt...all the blood immediately went from his head and down to his cock at the sight of your pierced breasts.
They were pretty—well wayyy more than pretty.
They fit your personality well, and he adored how the jewelry was the color blue. "When did you get them?" Sam spoke, his voice almost sounding as if he were running out of breath. You let out a steady hum, trying to remember when you had gotten them.
"Probably before I arrived in the valley?" You said. "I wanted to be a different person than I was in the city, so...I got my nipples pierced." You then chuckled out of embarrassment. "It sounds stupid now that I say it aloud—" You sucked in a breath when Sam suddenly poked at your chest, a heavy blush quickly creeping onto your cheeks as your boyfriend felt at the piercing and even leaned closer to get a better look at them.
"It's not stupid," He said. "They look nice on you." So nice in fact that...he wanted to see how they felt in his mouth, even.
Alex
Similarly to Sam, he's sort of known for a while that you've been rocking a pair of piercings when he's happened to encounter you wearing certain types of shirts and the like. But the two of you hadn't been close enough for him to actually confirm or deny the fact.
But walk with me on this scenario for a bit.
You had decided to go to the saloon for a bit to drink. It was your first official week in the valley, and while you had known that farming wouldn't be easy, you didn't think it would be this difficult! Only making around four hundred gold to show for your efforts?
You were beginning to think dear old grandpa had scammed you! And was probably laughing and turning over in his grave!
So, you drank and drank, and drank some more.
Until your vision was spinning and you were tumbling your way out of the saloon and, conveniently, bumping into Alex on the way out. "Hey—"
"Sorry..." You slurred your words. "I'm just—hic—going back to m-my farm..." Alex's brow slowly rose as he watched you attempt to stumble off, your drunken form only making it a few steps before you had to quickly lean against the saloon building just to keep yourself from falling flat on your face!
For the last week or so, Alex viewed you as the new farmer who...really didn't know what they were doing.
At least according to what he had heard.
You were friendly, yes, but fresh-faced. A little naive here and there, and clearly having bitten off more than you could chew with that old farm that he was pretty sure was haunted before you had moved in! But, that all aside...he didn't have anything against you, and thus swooped in to help you stand back up before he helped you get back home.
You babbled and grumbled your thanks to him all along the way, even apologizing for making him go out of his way.
"It's fine." Alex offered you a small smile. "Besides, it would be an ass move to just leave you drunk and clutching the saloon building as you did." You nodded your head, chuckling and smiling that seemed almost a little too forced until—right there on the path to your farm—you had vomited.
Alex closed his eyes and let out a controlled breath as you hurled up all the alcohol he had consumed. The ground, your shoes, your shirt, it was everywhere. And now he had to decide whether to help you!
And he decided to, out of the kindness of his heart and the fact that he had already gone this far, what was a little more?
"You should really lock your door," Alex commented as he opened your front door, looking around your home for anything that resembled a bathroom before he made a beeline. He gently took your arm off from around him to set you down on the toilet seat before he filled the bathtub with warm water.
"C'mon, lift your arms..." He couldn't help the way his cheeks flushed at the act as he helped you undress. Yet, once your shirt was off and on the floor, his eyes widened at the unexpected sight of your nipples being pierced. You hadn't struck him as the type, but...the sight of the dangling green jewelry that dangled from your perky chest...it stuck with him.
Long after he had helped you bathe, get dressed, and tucked you into bed.
Perhaps there was more to you than he originally thought...
Harvey
Lowkey out of everyone on this list, he's the first to know tbh
When you arrived in the valley, he became your primary care doctor. Of course, he was going to figure out eventually when he had to give you a physical wellness exam!
But, being a professional, he didn't comment on the fact that you had piercings. It was business as usual as he told you to lift your shirt and then pull it back down.
However, embarrassingly enough...the sight of your pierced nipples stuck with Harvey, longer than what could be considered mere curiosity or simple admiration. He couldn't deny the fact that his breath had hitched a tad when he had noticed your nipples were pierced and how good they looked on you.
And the smile you gave him...it was as if you knew.
Embarrassed as he was, however, he refused to think about the glorious sight for any longer! You were his patient.
The last thing a doctor should have done was think about his patient's breasts!
Granted, it didn't stop him from rubbing one out to the thought of them later that night
Shane
He had his suspicions for a bit; every time he was near you, he always thought he could hear the suspicious sound of jingling! But when he looked at your person, you didn't carry any type of bell on you.
It was driving him up the wall despite his suspicions.
Only concrete evidence would help soothe his mind. Not that he exactly had a plan as to how he was going to get that concrete evidence.
After all, a pretty farmer such as yourself? What would you want to do with him?
At least...that's what was going through his mind up until you made your affections towards him clear. You gave him gifts, sat with him at the saloon from time to time, and generally just made an effort to get to know him outside of his reputation of being the town's "local drunk".
Slowly, the jingling that he associated with you made him excited, causing the man to forget all about his curiosities as to whether or not you had piercings somewhere hidden or not, and instead chalked it up to the noise being a "natural" sound that you had.
On the night that you two first slept together, though— when he had lifted your shirt up and off of you...a sigh of sheer relief escaped his mouth, causing you to tilt your head. "Shane?" You questioned.
He thought he had been steadily going crazy this entire time of knowing you!
Thank Yoba, that he wasn't! "Sorry...it's just, I thought I had been hearing things this entire time." He said cryptically. Not that you were in the right headspace to care too much in the moment, but afterward? You were definitely investigating those words further!
Summary: Anon does a good job of explaining what's going on here!
Warning(s): Reader is a bit of a tease in this one, Sex is mentioned, but it's not too explicit. A generous mix of suggestive smut(?) and a bit of fluff
Side Note(s): Sorry to the Harvey and Alex lovers, y'all are gonna have to miss out on this one since I wanted to put in some love for Jio 😔 ✊ Also apologies if there are any inaccuracies! I don't know what it's like to be blind, but I understand that certain senses are enhanced at the very least 😔
Elliot
Very gentle during sex, to the point where you feel like he's almost treating you as if you were the most expensive fine china. A delicate thing that could and would break at the slightest touch that was a little too strong.
Although you've told Elliot multiple times that your other senses are enhanced on account of your blindness, Elliot is still afraid to accidentally cause you harm and thus treats you as gently as possible during sex.
Each thrust is done carefully, even with your blindness, you're still able to tell just how strongly Elliot is looking at you to make sure that you didn't suddenly make a face of pain or wince. Sweet as it was...you were blind, not adverse to him being a little faster with you. "Elliot—" You looped your arms around your husband's neck with a soft giggle.
"—I may be blind but...I still want to feel good too~" You hummed as your fingernails gently trailed their way up until your fingers were tangled within Elliot's soft hair. Your other hand came to trace the features of his face, his lips, and jawline, and even underneath his eyes.
You didn't know what it was like to have sight; you've been blind all your life, but...you could tell that your husband was a very handsome man from touch alone. "I don't want to hurt you," Elliot said, almost whispering his words. "You won't," You responded. And even if he accidentally did so...you knew how to speak up!
"Please." You begged. "Just a little faster...I need you." You continued. Your pleas were like an addictive echo in his mind, accompanied by your gentle touch and the feeling of your cunt clenching and unclenching around him...how could he not give in to your pleas and demands as Elliot began to steadily increase his pace, your soft moans quickly turning into punched-out gasps of his name as the lewd sound of squelching started to echo in the space of your bedroom.
"S-So good...ah fuck—!"
You whined at the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you, causing a smirk to creep onto Elliot's face at the sound.
He supposed...he'd remember to be a little faster from now on.
Although he preferred to treat you like glassware, out of respect and love for you as his spouse and to take into account your blindness, you still wanted to feel good as well.
Sebastian
A mixed bag that depends on what stage of the relationship the two of you are in at that time.
On one hand, if the two of you are fresh to having sex with one another. Sebastian is very hesitant to be anything other than gentle and soft with you on account of your blindness, capable as you are to where you're able to manage an entire farm on your own without even breaking a sweat— he still doesn't want to overwhelm you or, at worst, scare you.
Every touch you can feel Sebastian place on your body is full of awe and reverence, yes, but you can also feel the fear.
It would've made you nervous yourself, perhaps even a bit self-conscious if it wasn't...oddly sweet, that he cared for you so much that he was afraid to touch you. No matter how much you could feel his cock throbbing against your back.
"Is...this okay?" Sebastian whispered against your neck as his hand trailed lower and lower down your stomach, leaving goosebumps in his wake as you practically shuddered and shook as if you were left out in the cold. "More than fine," You responded. "Touch me more..."
However, on the other hand, where the two of you are experienced with having sex with one another and the likes...Sebastian is a whole lot bolder with your body, as well, even a bit rougher.
Although his touches are still full of awe of your body, he's a lot more confident in his movements as well as in the fact that you'll let him know if something's wrong!
You've constantly had to tell him that "You're not made of glass" and that "Just because I'm blind doesn't mean that I can't be into wanting things to be a little rougher too, Seb!" Had you not been laughing in the midst of your words, Sebastian would've thought you were genuinely upset with him!
"I just don't want to hurt you." He huffed.
You scoffed. "I can still feel, babe." You hummed in response as you parted your thighs invitingly, encouraging Sebastian at the way your sticky slick coated the insides of your thighs as you could feel Sebastian's body over your own. "Don't be afraid to touch me~ you can even be a little rough or fast or both, if you want."
His cock throbbed again. You spoke with such confidence that...he couldn't help but relent and give you what you wanted.
Sam
Despite understanding your blindness—showing concern and patience with you at every turn and being there for you through any issues you may have had and/or would suddenly come up—the stark difference between him and Sebastian and Elliot is that he's confident in you.
Although he does have a tendency to treat you like fine china at times, wanting to do nothing more than keep you safe and do everything for you at nearly every turn—he knows that you'll tell him if something is off during sex.
Whether you're not feeling a particular position, or anything else!
While he'll gladly treat you sweetly when you explicitly ask for it, Sam typically keeps it fast and slightly rough during sex, whilst making sure to still do frequent check-ins to make sure that you're still comfortable with the pace he's setting!
Even as the lewd sounds of your pussy juices squelching, with each thrust of his cock, made his head absolutely swell with lust. Even as Sam's grip on your hips increased in strength—he still found the time and moment to lean forward a little, desperate pants and moans escaping his lips as he tried to will his brain to focus enough to spit out his question.
"Still okay...babe?" He asked you breathlessly. "F-Feels—ah fuck—like I'm going too fast, how are you?"
Although you didn't have sight to begin with, with how good you were feeling, you felt as if you would've lost it anyway!
It took you a minute to swallow the spit that accumulated in your mouth, your hands pulling and damn near tearing at the sheets underneath you to try as you worked up the energy to respond before a stuttered "I-I'm fine...!" You whined at the top of your lungs, your voice almost coming out in a scream of pleasure.
Stuttery as your voice was, however...that was more than enough for Sam to keep on going.
Shane
Contrary to what I'm tempted to write for him—similarly to the others on this list. Shane is extremely gentle with you during sex, to the point you have to be the one to tell him when you want something a little rougher.
Based on the sound of his voice alone, as well as what you had gone through with him and helped him through—you already figured more or less that Shane was a bit rough around the edges, and to a certain extent, you had expected that behavior to follow into the bedroom as well!
But, while the sweetness Shane exuded was nice...you couldn't help but giggle a little as you felt Shane's hands remain slow and steady as he touched you while you lay back against the bed.
"So shy, Shane~" You dared to tease the poor man, causing his hands to stop in their tracks almost immediately.
You couldn't see it, of course, but you just had the slightest feeling that—based on how silent Shane was at the moment—he was embarrassed. "Is...that bad?" He questioned.
"No," You hummed. "Just a little shocking, I was expecting you to be a little rough in the bedroom." You teased. "Your voice certainly gives "rough in the bedroom"." Shane looked off to the side, usually he was, he wouldn't deny that. He wanted to be gentler with you. It was his first time sleeping with someone who was blind, his first relationship with someone who was blind.
The last thing he wanted to do was scare you.
"I didn't want to scare you." He finally admitted.
"I know it's you." You said. "You...you don't scare me." You said. "I want you, all of you, you don't have to hold back just because I can't see a little." You felt his fingers twitch against your skin, as if he were suddenly tempted to do something.
If you wanted rough, then he didn't mind that in the slightest.
But he had to be sure that it was something that you wanted. "Are you sure?" Shane asked again. You could feel his touch once more on your skin, but this time...there was a bit more heaviness to his touch, heated and seeming to tingle with an urge. "If you want to stop anytime, just tell me—"
"I want this." You said with confidence. "Don't be a scardey cat, Shane~!"
Fine then, since you were so confident...he'd be a little rougher with you.
Jio
As much as Jio places his trust in you and is confident that you're capable of doing a lot for yourself— I don't believe that he'd have the heart to be rougher with you when you have a lack of sight.
No matter how much you begged, how many times you've assured him that it was completely fine and that there was nothing to worry about. Jio was always firm when he said 'No' to your requests. "It's not that I'm opposed to the idea of being rougher in showing my affection for you, my star." Jio tried to calm you down as he sat behind you, pulling you to his chest before he caressed the sides of your face.
"I simply don't wish to cause you unnecessary fear, especially if it's born from me."
A huff escaped you anyway. "Jio, I know that you'll be the one over me, though!" You exclaimed. "It's not as if you're some stranger!" Your hand then came to rest on one of his as he continued to keep his hand placed on your face. "C'mon~" Jio's brow rose slowly at your tone, becoming more flirtatious.
"Don't you want to release some...stress?"
Jio almost laughed at your attempt.
However...he couldn't deny the way his cock jumped at the lewd thought. He was but a man, after all. But he was a man with control more than anything. He loved you for more than your ability to please him in the bedroom.
So, despite his cock twitching in interest to your offer—the way you began to rub yourself against him and the way you spoke...Jio continued to caress your face and even placed a kiss against the top of your head. "Tempting...but no," Jio smirked as he pulled you closer to him.
"I won't dare to be rough with you, however...don't think that I'm immune to your touches and your ways."
Eh, you tried! But, at least you were still able to sleep with the hottest elf that you had ever known!
[SDV] Bachelors x Reader Who Can't Cum From Vaginal Sex
Summary: Anon does a good job of explaining what's going on here!
Warning(s): Nothing too explicit aside from this being kinda more fluff than smut!
Side Note(s): I liked the idea of having this be a sweeter series of headcanons? Anon is right when they mentioned that porn doesn't really show the side of women not being able to get off from vaginal sex 😔 (But admittedly, that's because everything is supposed to be an act first and foremost + to reel in people to watch ig)
Elliott
He was mid-thrust when you suddenly moaned out the admission.
Admittedly, considering what the two of you were doing at the moment, Elliot almost would've taken it for a joke and you attempting to rile him up if it weren't for the way you looked at him seriously despite the pleasure-ridden haze that your eyes contained.
"Really?" Your thighs twitched around his waist at his words, a feeling of nervousness suddenly blooming inside your chest as you feared the worst. Either your boyfriend suddenly decides that you weren't attractive anymore, that you were "too much work," or something possibly worse!
But after nodding your head, Elliot only flashed you an assuring smile.
"I'll make sure to take my time making you feel good," He said. "Just guide me, tell me what makes you feel good. I refuse to be the only one who cums, my dear." He told you before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You being unable to cum from penetration? It wasn't an issue for him in the slightest.
Besides, he prided himself on being more of a patient lover than anything else!
Sebastian
You had decided to tell him a while back, when the two of you first started to date one another. You understood that not being able to cum from vaginal sex was...inconvenient for the other partner.
In the past, with your other partners, you've heard your fair share of comments about you being "broken" or that you were "too much to handle". At the time, when you told Sebastian, you were expecting a similar comment and had braced yourself for impact—
Only...the impact never came.
It was only when you had opened your eyes finally, did you see Sebastian looking at you with a calm and understanding expression before a gentle "That's fine" left his lips. He didn't really care about you being unable to cum from vaginal sex alone, if he had to put in more work to make you feel good and ultimately cum? So be it.
Besides, he felt like he was more talented with his fingers and tongue to begin with, and the opportunity to test those skills out on you—to watch you writhe and moan on his face?
He was almost starting to bounce his leg from the excitement he felt from trying out what he could do without having to penetrate you even once.
Sam
Flashes you a genuinely confused look when you tell him.
The two of you had just finished making out, your faces flushed and your breaths labored, while Sam's hands were running up and down your sides, and you could feel his prominent bulge pressing up against you from below. He wanted you so badly that it was almost beginning to hurt him.
But, as Sam's hand reaches to slip underneath your clothes...you stop him.
"What?" He asked breathlessly. "Too soon?"
You shook your head. "N-No...it's just—"
The blonde's head tilted to the side a little as he waited for you to get your words out. "I've...I've never been able to cum from vaginal sex. You know...being p-penetrated." As your words took some time to process in his head, you were nearly beginning to sweat from nervousness. You had prior relationships completely end on the spot over this, and you didn't want this one to experience the same outcome.
You really liked Sam, you would've even been willing to try and force your body to cum from penetrative sex if need be—
"So...my dick won't feel good to you?" It didn't sound as if he were insulted, just as if he were asking a question.
"It's not that it won't feel good to me," You said. "I just require a little bit more, outside of being penetrated, to cum." Once more, Sam fell into a silence as he thought about your words, trying to make sure that he was understanding you. And as far as he knew? He understood that he just had to put in a little extra effort.
A toothy grin then popped onto his face. "I'll just have to put in a little more effort then, won't I?" He laughed as his hands slowly started to feel you up again, beginning to grind his bulge into your sex as it throbbed when the sound of your soft moan reached his ears.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll work you up as looonggg as I need to, to make sure that you cum~"
Alex
Alex was slowly bouncing you up and down his cock when the words stumbled out from your lips, and similarly to Sam, he proceeded to flash you a bit of a confused look when he registered the words in his head. "What do you mean?" Alex hums out to you when he stops moving, giving you time ot catch your breath and try to shake your brain from the hazy fogs of pleasure.
"I...I just need more." You softly responded. "More than...than penetrative sex, to cum." You explained a little bit more.
You didn't know what was wrong with you. Ever since your first sexual experience, you had been like this.
At the time, when you hadn't come, your partner had referred to you as "broken" and had said that you should see a doctor to get your issue resolved. But...a couple of doctors later, and none of them could help you aside from simply telling you that it was an issue that you'd need to learn how to "resolve on your own"!
The idea of telling yet another partner about your problem...to quickly brace yourself for Alex to suddenly tear you from your lap and either deliver a sharp mocking laugh your way or tell you that you were "broken"—
"Then I'll give you a little more." Alex's words interrupted your panicked line of thinking, causing you to slightly widen your eyes in shock as you looked at a smirking Alex.
His hands gently massaged your ass as he steadily guided your cunt to sink back over his cock. "I'll—fuck—give you whatever you need to make you cum," Alex continued to reassure you. "Just tell me what you need." A shaky moan escaped your lips when your cunt met the base of your boyfriend's dick before he slowly started to grind up into you, his green eyes glimmering with delight as he watched your mouth begin to go slack-jawed over the feeling of his cock inside of you.
As far as Alex saw it, it wasn't like his cock didn't feel good to you.
You just needed him to do some extra things for you!
That was fine by him.
And as his eyes slowly traveled to your neglected clit and proceeded to press his thumb to it— a sharp groan escaped his throat when he felt you suddenly clench around him like a vice. "Shit—!" He gasped. "That's what you need to get you off?" He teasingly asked, slowly beginning to rub circles on your clit. Another moan left your lips when you felt Alex throb inside of you, and you babbled out a pleasured "Uh-huh".
If that's what you needed, then that's what he would continue to do!
Harvey
The conversation you both had where you admitted your "issue" was an easy one, admittedly.
When you had told Harvey about your little problem at the beginning of y'all's relationship. He had reacted exactly how you suspected him to do so in your head!
He was patient, kind, and understanding. He made sure to tell you that being unable to cum via vaginal sex was more common than it was uncommon and that it wasn't something that needed "fixing". It just meant that you needed more in order to get off, and he was fine with that!
So long as your comfort needs were met and adhered to, then he didn't mind putting in the extra work, more kissing or more foreplay, whatever you may have needed, to ensure that you got to climax like he did.
And when the two of you finally slept with one another...Harvey was no short of patient as he did whatever you needed to, doing constant check-ins and asking questions in order to make sure that he was doing the correct thing, so that he was able to make you feel good.
When all was said and done...you were almost shocked, and just how fast you came after Harvey was finished getting you off multiple times with a mixture of him nearly kissing you breathless and fingering you to the point you had even squirted once.
"I hope that you felt good, my love," Harvey spoke as if he didn't just make you see stars a few minutes ago, your chest still rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath, and your body still buzzed with the aftershocks of your more recent climax. "But...do you have enough stamina still?"
You looked down at Harvey to see that he was now kneeling in between your parted thighs, his pants pushed down just enough to reveal his leaky and twitching cock. "I...I haven't gotten to cum yet, just one more round, please?"
And honestly, how could you say no to that face? Especially when he had just fingered you within an inch of your life.
Shane
Almost takes it as a challenge.
When the words first leave your mouth, Shane quickly gets into the mindset that you "haven't been treated well during sex" and that you just needed someone to work your body juuust right. And he also silently takes it as an opportunity to "prove himself" as a way of showing you that he's the right man for you and that you'll never need anyone else again
But when you put more firmness in your voice and tell Shane that— "I'm being serious!" You huff. He stops in his tracks immediately.
"I've—I've never been able to cum with penetration alone." You repeat, almost embarrassed, a feeling that only increased as Shane continued to look at you with a mixture of confusion and...bewilderment?
If he were being honest with himself, he assumed that sort of thing was nothing more than a myth, and if he were being even more honest with himself, he still thought it was.
But he knew you.
He knew you wouldn't be the type to joke about that sort of thing, especially now in this moment. "Does...do you need me to do anything special, then?" Shane asked, steadily guiding his cock out from your weeping sex as his hands transitioned from groping your body to gently petting and rubbing at your sides.
Your heart warmed at the tenderness in his touch. "Just...just a little more focus on my clit." You instruct. "I can still feel good with penetration, it's just not enough to get me completely off." You further explain, Shane, nodding along with every word you said. To his ears, it just sounded like he needed to do a little more work.
An idea that would've sounded like an annoyance any other time, but...when it came to you?
He was more than happy to put in the extra effort.
Summary: Anon does a good job of explaining what's going on here!
Warning(s): Pure smut, Daddy kink, Degradation (In Shane and Alex's parts), 'Slut' is used about— once or twice,
Side Note(s): Okay, so I only added the characters that I feel like would be into this? (Though it's mostly cause I couldn't see Sam, Harvey, and Sebastian being into it? Harvey's lowkey a dilf, don't get me wrong, but not the 'daddy' type of dilf. More like tea and teddy bear slippers type of dilf 😔)
Elliot
♡ - "D-Daddy...!"
That single word made Elliot pause in his movements immediately.
It echoed around in his brain a couple of times, still trying to figure out if he had really heard what he had thought he heard or not. "My dear..." He murmured, his eyes gaining a certain type of wicked mirth as he watched you slowly come to from your dick-drunk haze as you began to register that Elliot was no longer moving inside of you.
Finally, you responded with a breathless "H-Huh?"
"That word..."
"What...what word?" You continued, clueless.
"Daddy." When Elliot repeated the word, your eyes shot open a little wider with a mixture of shock and embarrassment. You hadn't even realized that you said such an embarrassing thing, Elliot's cock had just felt so good...to the point where you were unintentionally drooling, your eyes watery with unshed tears of pleasure. "I didn't— I didn't mean to—E-Elliot!?" A shocked moan of his name tore out from your lungs when Elliot suddenly thrust up inside of you, your mouth falling open into a lewd 'O' shape.
Elliot slowly began to resume his pace. "I wasn't criticizing you, my dear." He said, his cock throbbing inside of you as your face quickly began to transition back to its former cockdrunk state. "I merely wanted to know...if it was what you really meant?"
"I-It wasn't...!" You lied through your teeth. "J-Just felt too—fuck!"
Tempting as it would have been to slow and resume, slow and resume repeatedly until you told the truth...as Elliot eventually reached his former pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room once again alongside the sloppy sounds of your slick splattering against his thighs as he bounced you up and down on his lap...the writer's cock twitched inside of you at a more amusing idea.
Fucking you until you repeated the word again.
And...last he checked— "The night's still young, my dear." Elliot hummed. "Let's see how long you can lie, how long you can last, before you're calling my 'Daddy' once again."
Alex
♡ - "A-Alex..." You whined. "Daddy...f-feels so good! Oh fuck!"
His eyes widened as he looked at your sobbing expression in the mirror, his cock currently buried into your cunt from behind as he fucked you in a full nelson. "Daddy?" He repeated almost incredulously. He had never discussed with you whether or not he was into the word, but seeing your lewd expression currently...and the way you were practically gagging for more of his dick—your expressions combined with how good your cunt felt around him in the moment...
He was starting to see the appeal of the word being said during sex.
Yet, once you had registered that Alex had stopped moving, you looked into his eyes in the mirror. "Alex..." You said his name weakly, your voice torn up from all the moaning and screaming you had done prior. "Are you okay? W-Why did you stop—Oh fuck!" He didn't allow you to get the rest of your sentence out, a wicked smirk climbing onto his face.
"Alex? I thought it was daddy?" Your eyes shot open wider in embarrassment.
"W-Was a mistake!" You gasped. "D-Didn't mean—Oh!"
"Couldn't have been a mistake, babe~ you said it as if you were trying to get me to fuck you even harder than I already am..." He chuckled. "You've succeeded." Your hands gripped Alex's thighs even harder as you tried to brace yourself in the wake of him increasing the harshness of his thrusts, as if he were trying to bully himself straight past your poor cervix.
His balls slammed repeatedly against your cunt, urging you to say the word again as he groaned into your ear. "C'monnnn..." He goaded you. "Say it, otherwise—" Your eyes shot open in a panic when you felt Alex start to slow down inside of you. "W-Wait!" You gasped.
From the corner of your vision, you could see how a wicked smirk crept onto Alex's face. "Well?"
"P-Please...daddy—" You whined a little when you felt Alex throb inside of you, his thrusts resuming ever so slowly in encouragement. "—Keep fucking me...I need it, m-more than anything—Oh!" Without waiting for you to finish the rest of your sentence, Alex immediately obliged you by fucking you as if he hated you.
Dirty spurts of your slick shot out from your aching hole, your clit throbbing from neglect, and the growing sensation that you were close to your orgasm. "Alex...!" You whined at the top of your lungs.
"Aht, aht, didn't we just go over what to call me?" Alex let out a laugh when you said it again. His dick drilling itself inside of you even deeper, harder as he chased after the way your oozing pussy drooled over his cock, anticipating an orgasm that he was ever so eager to deliver upon.
"Alex...! C-Close...pleasepleaseplease—" You didn't have to beg for too much longer, your words babbling out into a drawn-out whine as spit started to drip from the side of your lips before you suddenly gushed all over Alex's cock. You threw your head back to let out a silent scream while Alex let out a low whistle at the filthy sight of your cum shooting out of your cunt while his dick was still balls deep inside of you, splattering onto the wooden floor and creating a huge mess.
"Shit...calling me daddy really had this pussy amped up, huh?" Alex teased.
However, the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you served as a stark reminder that he hadn't cum just yet.
He was farrr from through with you.
Shane
♡ - "Fuckfuckfuck...! H-Harder, daddy—!"
When the words registered in Shane's ear...rather than slow down to investigate whether or not he had truly heard what he had thought what he had heard...he simply decided to double down on your little possible(?) mistake. "Fuuckkk yeah." Shane praised you as he put even more of his weight on your back, effectively caging you in and not allowing you to escape from his brutal thrusts.
Lewd and sloppy squelching noises echoed throughout the bedroom, the bed underneath the two of you rocking with Shane's movements as he chased after your umpteenth orgasm. "Callin' me daddy, eh?" Shane dirtily spoke into your ear with a smirk, not that you were too much able to register his words through the haze of your cock-obsessed mind. "You must reallyyyy be cravin' this cock to cum inside of you, huh?"
"Y-Yessss—!" You babbled out, your mouth remaining permanently open as you released silent scream after silent scream. "Daddy...please—!" Shane's cock throbbed inside of you as you continued to repeat the word, over and over and over again, as your sweet pussy clung to his fat cock, dragging in and out of your battered walls.
Shane wouldn't exactly say that he had a thing for the word.
However...what he did have a thing for was you being willing to say damn near anything to get him to keep fucking your insides until you came all over him. "So close—!" You gasped. "Please—mmhp!" Shane suddenly shoved your face into the sheets, your whines and moaning still being audible to his ears as he used the new position to fuck you even harder, sloppy sounds starting to reach his ears from how soaked your pussy was while your legs hit the bed repeatedly as you tried to brace yourself for your impending orgasm and to soon be filled to the brim.
"So willing to call me just about anything...all for some more cock, huh? You oughta be ashamed, slut." Shane crudely spoke, his lips curving upwards into a smirk.
You responded with a harsh clench of your cunt as the words managed to penetrate your foggy mind and actually register, your sex beginning to drool out more and more of your fluids and onto the bed while Shane's cock started to ooze more of his pre-cum inside your snug walls.
He was so close that it was almost painful in the most delicious way possible, Shane pressing even more of his weight into you as he rutted into you as if you were his last lifeline left, his mind growing hazier and hazier with the pleasure given to him by your cunt until he stilled with a drawn-out curse. "Fuuuck—" He groaned, managing to thrust a few more times, making sure to wring out as much of his cum as he possibly could while your pussy clung to him in the wake of your own orgasm.
The proof was found in the way the bed was absolutely soaked underneath you.
Yet as Shane finally finished dumping every drop of his cum that he could inside of you, he finally pulled on your hair to face your face up and out from the bedsheets. Your face was absolutely flushed, tears cascading down your face as you mindlessly begged for even more, whispered words of 'daddy' and 'please' escaping your lips and soon making Shane's cock twitch with renewed vigor.
"Such a whore—" Shane let your head fall back onto the bed before he started to move again. "—buut...only for your daddy, right?"
[FOM] Bachelors x Reader Being A Crybaby During Sex
Summary: How the bachelors react when the reader/farmer is a crybaby during sex!
Warning(s): Pure smut, Heavy Dacryphilia in this one, Praise Kink, Fluff (In the sense of the guys being general sweethearts), Slight worship kink in Caldarus' part, (Nothing too explicit outside of the smut!)
Side Note(s): Maybe I need to play their routes more but— I couldn't get a feel that any of the bachelors were too into the sight of tears? Either way, though, I still hope you enjoy what I've written, anon!
Balor
Immediately feels a bit bad the second he spots your teary-eyed appearance.
The sound of your lustful, wanton moans aside. Balor slows to a near stop quickly to check in on you via gently tapping the side of your face to call your attention. "Are you okay?" He asks. "You were crying."
He ignores the way that his cock twitches a little inside of you at how long it takes you to come back to reality, and a tiny part in the back of his brain takes that as confirmation that your tears aren't tears of pain or discomfort.
Nonetheless, once you're back in the moment, you gingerly tilt your head to the side. "Why'd you stop?" Your voice was a little weak from your earlier moans and outcries of Balor's name.
"I just wanted to make sure you were alright, you were crying."
You pause for a time, almost confused, until your mind finally catches you up and you chuckle. "I'm fine!" You giggle. "It's just...I'm feeling good—you make me feel good, I can't control myself a little." Your honesty, be it from the pleasure or that you still weren't totally caught up with reality enough to understand what you were saying, nonetheless, it made Balor press a deep kiss to your lips before he started to move once more.
And he'd admit, the taste of your salty tears as his lips moved to pepper your face in kisses while he drowned in the sound of your moans, and the feeling of your cunt tightening around him like a vice—
It made him appreciate your tears just a little bit more. As well as seeing you a little messed up from time to time.
♡ - His hips rolled into you gently as he continued to eye your teary-eyed expression, the taste of your tears still fresh on his tongue as he continued to search for any signs of you wishing to take back your words.
However, Balor would admit that...it was becoming harder and harder to continue to go at this pace— to deny that there was absolutely zero attraction to the sight of your tears and the way your body still pleaded for more of him. It was as erotic as it was heartwarming that you wanted him just that much. "Balor..." You softly spoke his name, your legs tightening around his waist as you dragged him closer back to you. "Please..." He knew what you were begging for without you even having to explicitly say the words.
You wanted him to go faster.
But— "Are you sure?" He asked for seemingly the umpteenth time since he had figured out that were sobbing over his cock!
Had you not been so love-drunk over the way his dick slid in and out of your sex, you would've rolled your eyes at the man! "I don't want to hurt you, y'know?" Although his words were spoken with a level of amusement, you could still sense the uncertainty and hesitation behind them, causing you to snap yourself out of your hazy state just enough to caress his face. "I know how to speak up for myself, Balor." You assured him. "I'm not crying because I'm sad," You chuckled. "You just feel that good inside me." You repeated once more.
And you couldn't help the smirk that came onto your face when you felt him twitch inside of you at the compliment.
"C'moonnn~" You dragged out. "Make me feel good." You whined.
His jaw dropped open ever so slightly, his pupils blowing wider than they already were as Balor fell into the sea of your gaze, your tempting words, and the way you moved your hips to match the pace of his cock. You sounded so certain...and if that was the case— he'd give you what you wanted. "Fine—" A choked-out gasp tore from your lungs when Balor's hips suddenly snapped against yours, harshly. "If my adorable little lover wants to be fucked meanly...I'll give you what you want and then some."
And he lived up to his words, his once gentle thrusts soon turning into fervent plaps against your skin as lewd squelching began to emit from your sex, sending your mind into a spin as your fingernails scratched up and down his back at the mind-numbing feeling of his cock rearranging your insides. Your tears started back up again, along with your loud moaning as you whined for him to go faster and to give you more.
Steadily...Balor was beginning to see the appeal of your tears, and now— in the back of his head at least, he'd have a goal to see just how much you could cry for him in the future.
Ryis
Stops moving immediately.
I can imagine that Ryis isn't really too much into the sight of your tears?
While he's extremely flattered that he's making you feel that good to where you just can't control yourself, he still doesn't get off to the idea of hurting you!
"Y/N! Are you okay?" He says once he halts completely. "Did I hurt you? Where are you feeling pain?" He would've completely pulled himself out if it weren't for the fact that your legs tightened around his waist, keeping him trapped inside of you.
You were confused for a few beats, wondering what he meant by you being hurt or if you were feeling pain aside from the delicious ache that your cunt currently felt.
That is, until Ryis says that "You were crying."
"Oh..." You softly said. "Don't mind me," You panted out. "I feel good."
And the second that you explained yourself, you were already trying to tighten your legs even further to get Ryis to resume moving, something that he resisted for a few more seconds just to ensure that you were truly okay, until he sighed in relief and began moving.
♡ - "Fuckfuckfuck—" He repeated the words to himself like a mantra as he moved inside of you. His cock repeatedly twitching at the sound of your cute little 'Ah, ah, ah's' that left your lips each time that he drove himself balls deep inside of your sex.
His face was buried into the side of your neck, his hands gripping your waist as his ears were filled with the delicious symphony of your moans combined with the dirty sounds of your sex squelching each time that he thrusted inside of you. Your juices splattered against the front of his thighs as he chased after your orgasm. But...he couldn't help but feel bad in the back of his mind!
Although you had already reassured him earlier that you were feeling good, and that your flowing tears were a sign of that, the guilt still plucked his heartstrings!
He cared for you so much that the sight of your tears, no matter the origin, made him feel bad! "Y-You're crying again?" Ryis spoke to you once he finally willed himself to take his face out from the space between your neck and face, the area covered in bite marks and hickies. However, you were too cockdrunk to even respond, moan after moan leaving your lips as your arms fell from being looped around Ryis' neck and instead slipped down to hold onto his biceps.
He couldn't deny the way his cock twitched at the way you clung to him...the way you needed him more than air itself in this moment.
But the woodworker's thumbs still gently wiped away the tears on your face. "Don't cry." He cooed to you before placing a loving peck on the tip of your nose. In the back of your mind, you considered his words, easier said than done, your grip on his biceps increasing as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, his cockhead kissing at your cervix with each thrust and further pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm.
It felt so good that you couldn't help but cry, your mouth hanging open to let out moans of bliss and desire as the knot in the pit of your stomach tightened and tightened...up until it suddenly burst, a drawn-out moan echoing throughout the space of your home as Ryis' eyes dragged down to the way your sex clung to him, pulsating and milking him—urging for him to cum.
And thankfully for your greedy sex, he wasn't too far behind as Ryis let out a gentle whisper moan of your name, stilling against your sex as his cock twitched and throbbed inside of you, ropes of his sticky cum shooting into your sex repeatedly until he finally relaxed with a satisfied sigh.
And once more...he wiped away the tears from your face, eliciting a weak chuckle from you as you crept down from your high ever so slowly. "I'm...I'm fine!" You panted out.
Be that as it may...he still didn't want you to cry!
March
Hardly slows down the second he notices your tears.
However, that doesn't mean that he doesn't care about your tears, much less that he's not concerned about you. It's just that he's confident and knows that there's nothing wrong with you.
The lewd slaps of your ass as you rode him echoed throughout your room, and the tears that fell from your eyes were accompanied by broken, needy moans. If you were in pain, then you would've stopped, and when March attempted to grip your hips to make you stop so he could do a quick check-in himself?
You only rode him even faster, stealing the breath from his lungs and further continuing to make his face redden to where it nearly matched the shade of his hair.
"D-Don't stop me..." You moaned. "F-Feels too good—!" You whined.
A shaky exhale left the redhead's lips as he looked at you, feeling his balls draw up closer to his body at the sight of your lewd self.
In the past, he would've definitely said that he wasn't too much into the idea of his partner crying.
But for you? As well as understanding that it was one of the many telltale signs that you were feeling good?
March loved the sight.
♡ - The sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room alongside the dirty symphony of you and March's moaning as you rode him. The pleasure that you felt from his cock rubbing so deliciously against your walls was almost blinding you to what was going on around you as you chased after your orgasm desperately.
You hadn't even had a mind to notice the tears of pleasure that fell down your cheeks, your hands gripping and almost tearing at the sheets underneath you while March watched on from below, his mouth hanging open to both release his noises as well as from the sheer amount of arousal he felt as he looked at you.
He had noticed your tears a while ago.
But...since being with you, he had learned quickly that your tears weren't signs of pain but rather of extreme bliss.
Therefore, he had no reason to stop you from chasing after your orgasm, only to sit back and enjoy the way your cunt clung to his cock as you did alll the work. He would've smirked, his arrogance beginning to build ever so slightly, if he hadn't already admitted to himself that he was completely lost in the trance that was your sex.
Every time your walls dragged up and down his cock, he twitched inside of you. "You're so pretty." The words left March as if he were speaking in a trance, his eyes heavily lidded as he felt his balls begin to draw up close to his body, his orgasm starting to creep on him in the wake of your thrusts. In response, you left out a whimper, dipping your head to look at March with a response so cockdrunk that the blacksmith could've sworn that you had tiny hearts in place of pupils!
His hand rose to gently place itself on the back of your neck, dragging your head further down to kiss you before he started to buck up into you, matching your thrusts, the sounds of skin slapping growing even more heated as March slowly took control of the pace and had you whining and moaning into his lips. "C-Close—!" You moaned. "March—!"
His cheeks began to burn at your words, soft pants escaping from between the kiss he and you shared, even the occasional whimper as March's body felt as if it were on fire, the heat causing his skin to stick to your own, no different than how his clothes would when he was working at the forge. "Go ahead and cum, please." March's said as he parted from your lips, his pupils blown and his mouth slightly ajar as a single string of spit still connected the two of you to one another. "You feel so good—fuck—you feel—" His words trailed off, his mind going blank as he teetered on the precipice of his orgasm.
He could only manage a few more thrusts before he stilled against you with a choked-out moan, the feeling of his hot cum flooding you making you reach your own high soon after as your mind blanked, a few more tears falling from your eyes from the amount of bliss that ran throughout your veins before...you collapsed completely against the redhead with a satisfied sigh.
March's cock throbbed inside of you a few more times, your cunt continuing to wring him completely dry before he slowly pulled out of you with a satisfied noise of his own.
At this rate, he'd be the one crying from how good your pussy felt around him. Not that he was exactly eager to see such a day come, and hear how you'd most likely tease him afterwards.
Eiland
He's borderline ashamed of himself when he doesn't immediately stop at the sight of your tears.
When Eiland happens to see the shiny droplets of your tears cascading down from your pretty eyes, he's of course panicked initially. But the sound of your continued moans...the way you move your hips to meet his thrusts up into you—it tells him a whole different story as to how you're inwardly feeling.
You're still feeling good.
That's what matters to him.
And with your pussy clenching and unclenching around him repeatedly, forcing breathless moan after breathless moan from his chest as Eiland began to struggle matching the eager speed that you set—Eiland's not too much in a position to try and stop anything now!
But, of course, he'll make sure to bring up the fact that you were crying afterward!
And when you tell him that you were only crying because you were feeling so good, that's when Eiland reallyyy begins to develop a bit of a thing for your tears.
♡ - "You're...You're crying?" Eiland murmured almost too low for you to hear amid the noises of slick flesh and the wanton moaning that you did as he bounced you in his lap, his amythesyt eyes gazing up at you with a mixture of concern and...something else.
He didn't dare to call it arousal.
A part of him chastised himself for not stopping the second he spotted your tears, to make sure that you were okay and that you were still enjoying what the two of you were doing.
But...on the other hand? As you continued to moan and cling to him, your loud cries for him to give you more echoed throughout the space of his bedroom—his cock throbbed at the lewd visage. The pleasure, along with the concern, made for an odd mixture that only increased his desire for you as he sped up his thrusts. "Clearly you're not hurt.." Eiland continued to speak, once again more to himself. "You're clinging to me as if you don't want me to let go—" His words were interrupted with a chuckle as you did just that.
You're moving your hips quickly, almost desperately, as you chase after the pleasure. The sound of the squelching making Eiland's cock twitch inside of you like crazy, causing you to mewl out a few more of your whines as Eiland gave you just a liitttle bit more, pulling his cock just a little bit out of you before sinking it back in smooth and easy, a moan of his moan being stolen out from him at the feeling of your sweet, creamy cunt sucking him back into the deepest parts of you without a hint of hesitancy.
He can feel your arms around him begin to tremble, as if every nerve in your body was now beginning to cry out for an orgasm.
One that he intended to give you so long as you continued to cry beautifully for me. "Eiland—" You whined. "S-So close...! I can't hold on—"
"Then don't hold on," Your lover cooed back to you in response, peppering your face in kisses as he moved to work you closer and closer to your high, his moans steadily creeping higher in volume as if he were the one being fucked instead!
His hands ran up and down your sides repeatedly before finally settling on your hips. His movements became harsher and quicker as the lewd squelching of your pussy filled the room, Eiland delighting in every little whimper and gasp that you made as you started to fall apart on his dick, your lower lip beginning to tremble and wobble as more tears fell down your face.
"So pretty~" Eiland complimented before you suddenly came around him, his mouth falling to let out a drawn-out moan as he continued to rock into you, fucking you through your orgasm as it racked through your body, causing your cunt to pulsate around him repeatedly as if your body were begging for him to cum next.
And...tempting as it was, Eiland willed himself not to.
He wasn't quite done with you yet, after all, he wanted to confirm this sudden new realization that he was attracted to your tears.
And a few more rounds, in a few different positions...they would've definitely given him his answer!
Caldarus
Okay, follow my train of thought here, y'all. I feel like Caldarus, gentle and kind as he is, would definitely be into the sight of your tears.
Especially if we're talking about things in the sense of you worshipping him.
So walk with me here on this scenario—
It's back in the yee old days, where Caldarus is back in his prime and worshipping dragons is the norm. You're just an average worshipper of Caldarus, and you drop gifts off every so often. The thought that you put into the gifts is so detailed and nice that Caldarus just has to call you to his side to see you in person!
You're in shock at your luck, while Caldarus is amused at the human who's looking at him with such admiration in his eyes.
He didn't want anything in particular, just to thank you for the gifts, but you have other plans in mind.
"May...may I show you just how much I worship you?" You shyly suggest.
Caldarus isn't a fool; he hears the suggestive tone in your voice, and while he has a mind to decline such a bold offer...he does think you're attractive. And he's curious as to just what you have in mind.
One thing leads to another, and now he's fucking you from behind, rutting into you and losing himself not just to pleasure but also to the sight of your pleasure-drunk tears and the way you constantly sing out his praises.
May have gotten a little off-track here— I really like the attractive dragon, ahem
♡ - The sound of moaning and skin slapping against skin echoed amongst the open space of the clearing, not too far from the statue of Caldarus, in which worshippers of his liked to frequently bequeath all manners of gifts to show their appreciation for his protection over the lands.
When you approached Caldarus, on a rare day when he happened to be outside of his cave, he figured you to be one such worshipper and welcomed your presence with grace and tenderness, and even gave you small gifts of his own in exchange for you bringing such a lavish array of gifts to him! And while the gifts he gave you were nice, you were intent on giving him something a little different...yourself.
Wholly and completely, as the feeling of Caldarus' girthy cock dragging in and out of your insides as you moaned out his praises was more than a simple worshipper such as yourself could ask for. "My...what a fine worshipper you are—!" Caldarus' tail swayed eagerly behind him as he sang praises of his own regarding you, a grunt easing out from between his sharpened teeth as he felt your cunt tighten around him in response to his words.
It took all of his willpower and then some to keep himself from accidentally digging his claws into your hips as he rutted into you, the feeling of your snug sex taking him so eagerly—a task that was usually hard for human—it nearly made him want to claim you for himself. To greedily keep you at his side for the rest of eternity if the heavens so allowed it. "C-Caldarus—!" You cried out with a sobbing moan, your hands scratching at the grass underneath you as your upper half fell, surrendering yourself completely to the touches of the dragon you so fervently worshipped.
You had never felt so full. The ridges of Caldarus' cock dragged against your walls so good that your scorching tears of bliss and desire were never-ending, each thrust inside of you, against the entrance into your womb, made your cunt shoot out tiny spurts of your slick and onto the grass beneath you to form a small puddle. "Feels so good—my god—please...!" His cock throbbed at your worship, your fervent desire of him...it was as mind-numbing as the feeling of your tight heat around him.
And his pace only quickened when he caught a glimpse of your tears when you looked over your shoulder at him.
He wasn't some brute of a dragon, some winged foe that was a slave to its baser desires for conquering and raiding villages like old folktales would presume.
Yet...he couldn't deny the feeling of absolute glee he had when he saw your tears of pleasure, how you were so overwhelmed by the feeling of him that you couldn't help but cry. "My dear worshipper..." He cooed to you as he leaned over you to press a gentle kiss to your cheek. "Cry not," He hummed. "I shall give you more of me...more than you could desire, a reward for giving me such an unforgettable gift."
Summary: How the bachelors react when the reader/farmer is a crybaby during sex!
Warning(s): Pure smut, Heavy Dacryphilia in this one, Degradation (in Shane's part), Hints of praise sprinkled about (May be missing some things ngl—)
Side Note(s): GOD I LOVE CRYING FICS (Sorry in advance to the Harvey lovers 😔, I couldn't imagine him being the type to get turned on by the farmer/reader crying, so he wasn't included!) and Sam wasn't included cause— it was either him or Lance, and I chose the redhead, sigh
Either way, I hope you like what I wrote, anon and sorry for it taking SOOOO long to come out!
Elliott
When you first cried from pleasure during sex, Elliot was shocked to realize that he was more into it than he originally realized he would be.
He wasn't into delivering genuine pain to you; in his mind, if you weren't enjoying sex with him, then he wasn't either! But, the sight of your teary-eyed face looking up at him while he was balls-deep inside of you...Elliot couldn't help the way that a gentle coo of "Aww...my beloved, you're crying?" left his lips as he noticed the shiny droplets starting to trickle down from your eyes.
The way you tightened up around him made his breath hitch in his throat, beads of sweat rolling down his face as he struggled to keep himself from moving to ensure your comfort.
"D-Don't stop..." You suddenly panted out when you finally broke out from your haze of lust to notice that Elliot had stopped moving. "W-Why did you—Ah!" He could feel his face beginning to burn, from a mixture of embarrassment and genuine love burning in his chest at your pleas for him to continue alongside the delicious symphony of your moans.
He felt like a sick man for indulging in the sight of your tears.
But how could he stop when your tears looked soooo pretty? Not to mention how you just couldn't help yourself but beg for more!
♡ - He couldn't take his eyes off your sobbing features. Something that a part of his brain chastised, admittedly. He considered himself a gentleman; the worst thing he could imagine was a situation where he made you cry. And yet—
He couldn't get enough of you in this moment.
Every sound from your body, from the way you moaned and hiccuped your sobs, to the squelching of your filthy cunt as it clenched tightly around him. It all served to make his mind spin, making him dizzier and dizzier from pleasure as the bed underneath you both began to squeak from the force of his thrusts as Elliot chased both your pleasure as well as even more of your tears. "E-Elliot...!" You all but screamed into the air as you tilted your head back, your arms wrapping even tighter around Elliot's neck as you pulled him closer.
"F-Fuck!" You gasped. "Feels sososososo good—!" Each word was followed up with a hiccup as your salty tears cascaded down your face, another knot beginning to form deep within your stomach as your body practically burned in anticipation for your umpteenth orgasm. Elliot was already close to orgasm himself, the sight of your pleasured tears only spurring him on closer and closer to his high.
And yet, he willed himself to hold back, for your sake, so that you could cum first once again...to let him drown in the tight feeling of your cunt attempting to milk him for all that he was worth, to deliver him a rush of pleasure that only you and you alone could give him. But, so that he was also able to indulge in your tears even more.
Oh, he felt like such a sick man.
Indulging in his dearest's tears as he did...but— "My dear..." He interrupted his own train of thought with an unabashed moan when he felt your cunt begin to tighten almost impossibly so, a telltale sign of your impending orgasm. "So tight—!" Beads of sweat rolled down the sides of his face as an arm wrapped around you while the other continued to remain planted on the bed, allowing him to drive his cock into you filthily as your slick began to coat the front of his thighs and drip onto the bed, forming an even larger pool of your juices than there already was.
Drawn-out groans and desperate moans escaped from Elliot's lips more and more, his cock twitching every time that he saw a shiny tear droplet roll down from your eyes. Only you could make him feel as if he were on the verge of losing his mind most deliciously, each roll of his hips into your cunt making Elliot borderline want to cry out as if he were a wanton thing as he crept closer and closer to his orgasm.
"M-My love—" He could hardly finish his sentence as he suddenly sped up, chasing after you and his respective orgasms. Each plap plap plap! bringing you both closer and closer until you both came at the exact same time. The sound of your combined moans of climax filling the bedroom as your cunt twitched at the feeling of Elliot's cum filling you, ropes and ropes of his spend painting your insides white, and some even dribbling out when he eventually pulled out of you.
But, at least Elliot figured out something new about himself...
He was more than a lover of your beautiful tears of lust and desire.
Sebastian
I can imagine that there's a mixture between being weirdly into it as well as feeling dirty by it as well.
On one hand, Sebastian enjoys the fact that he's giving you so much pleasure that you can't help but cry and cling to him even more. The way that your pussy tightens around him, it makes him nearly see stars and almost cum right then and there, as his hips stutter in response.
But on the flip side? He can't help but feel bad.
He doesn't want you to cry, he swears he doesn't! But that dirty feeling in combination with the pleasure, and that budding sensation of being in the sight of your tears?
It makes for a deadly combo that pushes Sebastian to fuck you even harder as he suddenly starts to chase after your tears, the way you babble out for more of his cock and for him to fill you up until you're leaking out his cum.
And what sort of boyfriend would he be if he couldn't even deliver on that little thing?
♡ - He hated the way that his cock throbbed and ached at the sight of your tears as you rode his cock as if it were your last salvation.
In any other scenario, Sebastian hated to see your tears. He preferred you dry-faced and happy with him; always jokingly, he said it was his job to be the dry one in the relationship. However...with that being said, he couldn't deny how his eyes seemed to be unable to leave your flushed expressions as you rode him, hot tears dripping down your face as if you were practically gagging for more of Sebastian's cock.
"Fuck—!" You whined, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth as you forced yourself through the ache you began to feel in your thighs. Your cunt was so soaked, so needy for more of your boyfriend that you could've sworn to yourself that you were going to die if you didn't continue to feel his cocktip press up towards his womb, if you didn't continue to feel the way his aching dick twitched inside of you. In contrast, his hands continued to guide your moving hips.
"You—You seriously feel that good?" Sebastian moaned. It wasn't that he was doubting you, quite the contrary.
He was amazed at the fact that his dick could bring you to tears.
When his words registered inside of your foggy mind, however, you slowly looked down at him before you nodded your head with a cockdrunk smile. "So good..." You said breathlessly. "L-Like I'm going to die without it—!" So lewd, Sebastian thought. But, if his cock felt just that good to where you were crying...and combined with the fact that it was getting harder and harder to deny that his tears weren't spurring him closer and closer to his orgasm...Sebastian had little choice but to take over.
His hands grabbed your hips just a little tighter before he pushed himself up into you. A choked-out moan ripping out from your lungs and, simultaneously, forcing out a sudden orgasm from your body. You felt so good that you were scared for a second that you were going to pass out from the pleasure, black dots filling the edges of your vision as your boyfriend's mouth dropped slightly at the fact you had cummed out of nowhere.
"Shit," He said, a weak laugh in his tone as he waited for your orgasm to die down and for him to feel as if he weren't going to cum within a single thrust, before he slowly began to move. "S-Sebby—!" You gasped. "Sensitive...!"
"Sorry..." His eyes dragged from your throbbing cunt and back up to your face, where a fresh new wave of tears started to run down your face. "Just one more round, please? I wanna see your face as you squirt on me next..."
Alex
Oddly enough, he's similar to Sebastian in a way.
He's into it, but he feels bad for making you cry! Rough as he can be during sex, at the same time? He doesn't want to genuinely hurt you, so the sight of your tears makes him stop immediately, regardless of whether he was on the brink of cumming or not.
"Hey, hey—" He cradled your face, brushing away your tears with his thumb as he waited for you to pull yourself out from the depths of your pleasure enough to look at him straight. "You okay? You're crying."
Were you? You hadn't even noticed, even now, your pussy was still throbbing with the need for your boyfriend to move again. Yet, as you lifted a hand to feel at your face...a soft 'Huh' left your lips. "You okay?" Alex repeated before you nodded your head, looping your arms back around Alex's neck with a giggle. "I'm fine," You said. "You're just making me feel so good."
His cock jumped inside of you at your answer, a deep flush beginning to tint the tips of his ears despite what the two of you were doing. "Please...keep going, don't worry about me." You added on.
The brunette waited a few more seconds, searching for any signs on your face that you were actually unsure but, once he saw that you were truly and completely alright...he resumed fucking you with a force that could've tricked you into believing that he was actually into the sight of your tears!
♡ - And if he were being somewhat frank with himself...your tears were beginning to grow on him.
Especially after Alex had flipped you over so that you were on your hands and knees, your eyes widening in shock as you turned your head to look at him while Alex fucked you from behind, the fat of your ass rippling with each thrust while his heavy balls slapped against your sex. The more tears that streamed down your face, the more that you moaned for his touch and for him to fuck you even harder, even faster.
The more his love for your tears grew.
It created a delightfully lewd scene, one that made him grip your hips even tighter as he damn near pulled you back onto his cock to meet each of his thrusts. "A-Alex...!" You gagged out his name, gripping the sheets below you as your upper half fell onto the bed, unable to hold your weight up any longer as your limbs began to feel shaky. "Fuck—please...oh shit!" His cock jumped inside of you at the sound of your fervent cursing in response to the pleasure you felt, your eyes beginning to roll into the back of your head as you bit your lip to the point it almost bled.
And that made Alex love your tears alllll the more—the sight of you struggling to maintain a clear mind in the wake of his cock drilling into your insides, lewd squelching echoing throughout the air alongside the sound of your fervent moaning. "Feels good, huh?" Alex asked you cockily, not expecting a response in return.
He leaned his weight down onto you, effectively trapping you in place while his arm came to put you in a headlock. "Fuck—!" You nearly came right then and there as your head was trapped between his bicep and forearm, giving you little room to even think of squirming yourself away from your boyfriend's fat cock as he fucked you even faster in this position.
You were so close, you could almost taste it.
But, as Alex felt your cunt begin to squeeze him like a vice—he stopped.
"Alex?" He chuckled at your smushed voice, a dirty groan leaving his lips when he spotted your bottom lip begin to tremble and your eyes growing even more watery.
"Aww...you want to cum?" He pressed a smooch against your cheek. "Be patient." He almost sneered. "I think you've helped me recognize a new kink of mine, babe...I wanna see how into it I am sooooo keep cryin' some more for me, eh?" He encouraged.
"Beg for me to keep going while you sob like the spoiled slut that you are~"
Shane
Guys, correct me if I'm wrong, but I feel like Shane would DEFINITELY be into your tears.
Like the others on this list, I don't believe he wants to see you actually hurt and crying real tears, and he will slow down a little just to make sure that you're doing alright, but the second that he realizes that you're doing fine, and that you're crying tears of pleasure instead of pain?
He's speeding back up to his original pace and then some.
"Can't believe you're crying..." Shane murmured, more to himself rather than you specifically, as he could feel a smirk slowly creeping up onto his face. "Dick feels so good that you have to cry for it?"
He doesn't question exactly why he's into your tears; all Shane understands is that his cock is absolutely throbbing inside of you as he continues to thrust into you.
And the sight of you slowly cracking open your eyes as you grip his arms just a little tighter, even going so far as to moan out his name.
You can't blame him for fucking you a little harder, as if he suddenly hated you when it was faaar from that.
He felt as if he was positively love-drunk at your disheveled appearance!
♡ - But, even then, simply stating that he was "love-drunk" over your appearance wasn't enough to truly express just how much Shane was in love with the sight of your tears.
While it would've been easy to lie and say that he felt wrong about loving your tears as much as he did, or to say that this was just an odd moment in time when he felt as attracted as he did to your tears...it would've been a pathetic lie to the utmost extreme. Every time that you sobbed over his cock and clung to his fat cock, the prominent vein that ran on the side of his cock rubbed your pussy walls so good that it had you seeing stars behind your eyelids. Shane felt as if he could've cummed right then and right there.
You couldn't help but moan breathlessly at the top of your lungs for Shane to fuck you harder, to make you cream on his cock even more than you already were, the proof being in the way that a clear creamy ring showed at the base of his cock. "Fuck—" Shane cursed, letting out a tense and heady breath at the sight of you as he grabbed your wrists, using them as leverage to fuck himself into you at a mind-numbing pace.
"I asked you a question and you can't even answer me?" He further spoke to you. "Those tears of yours must reallyyy be proof that you're dick drunk, huh?" He knew you could hear him; your cunt fluttered at every word that he said!
And how could you not?
Every time that you were brought down to the base of his dick, more tears and sobs of pleasure erupted from your mouth as his cockhead kissed the entrance of your womb every single time!
You had been on the verge of cumming for a while now, drool of sheer want dribbling from the corner of your lewdly shaped 'O' mouth as you practically drowned in the feeling of your boyfriend's cock. "Shanneeee—!" His cock twitched inside of you at the dirty way his name rolled off of your tongue. "—P-Please...! Lemme cum, sososososo close—!"
Shane's head cocked to the side as if he were genuinely considering it. And the way that he immediately started to speed up made your pussy tighten in both hope and anticipation of your orgasm, that present knot in the pit of your stomach getting tighter and tighter as you teetered on the line—
That is, until Shane suddenly slowed to a stop. "No...no, no—please—"
"Afraid your cute begging won't make me speed back up this time, baby...I'm enjoying your tears wayyyy too much." He admitted with a wicked flash of his teeth before he began to start back up his thrusts once he felt you had been brought back down from the precipice of your orgasm. "Just hang on a little more, please? I swear...once I'm done busting a load in your cunt, once—maybe twice...then I'll let you cum."
Jio
Y'all let me goon out and headcanon that Jio would be into a bit of crying—
H-HOWEVER— I will say that it all depends on the stage of you and his relationship! If the two of you are already dating and/or married, then I feel like Jio would definitely be less into your tears. He likes to see you smile at him, and he feels like he has better ways of knowing when your body is telling him that it's feeling reallyyyyy good.
But on the other hand, if the two of you are "friends with benefits," then he doesn't mind the sight of your tears as much and may even speed up and say something along the lines of "Crying already? We're just getting started, don't disappoint me so soon."
Of course, though, all in all, he's still going to check in on you in his own quiet way to make sure that your tears aren't something of genuine pain!
Now, about more of that "friends with benefits" scenario—
♡ - He just needed a small moment of relief, a way of handling the stresses that came with his duties as a follower of Lady with the Red Tail. And the way to handle those stresses...was through fucking you absolutely silly, to the point you were shedding tears while babbling for more of his cock— "J-Jio—!" You cried.
In the depths of his mind, he almost felt like a bit of a villain for indulging in the sight of your tears as he did. The way that your sweet pussy practically grabbed onto his cock, the way you babbled and pleaded for more of him, for more of his harsh thrusts as he used you to relieve his stress...your noises were the sweetest of music to his ears. "Oh God—" Your words were choked out, your climax suddenly approaching at a nearly blinding speed, the strong feeling of a knot tightening in the depths of your gut nearly making you want to nearly want to piss yourself from how good it felt. "Please—t-too much—Ah fuck!"
"We've just started," Jio spoke to you, sounding almost unaffected by your noises and the feeling of your slick walls massaging his throbbing cock as he thrusted in and out of you. "Don't tell me you're going to cum so soon?" He continued to speak, the tips of his ears starting to flush pink at the way you started to fuck yourself back onto his cock.
"F-Feels weird..." You whined. "Something's coming—!"
Jio rolled his eyes at your words before a smirk crept onto his features. "Go ahead and cum," He encouraged you before leaning over you, his hand finding its way to your neglected clit as he began to rub tight circles into it. "Cum all over this cock that you were begging for so earnestly earlier..." You tried to hold on a little bit longer, to ignore that feeling that felt like pleasurable liquid fire in your veins as your orgasm came closer and closer. Fresh tears burned your eyes as you scratched at the floor underneath you until the knot inside of you suddenly burst.
The shooting sound of your cum splattering against the front of Jio's thighs and onto the floor made you moan out of a mixture of embarrassment and relief, encouraging words and coos leaving the elf's lips as he fucked you through your high, and even admired the way your face looked when his fingers, covered in your juices, left your lit to then grip your face to turn your face towards him.
"What a filthy person you are, farmer." He said. You would've thought he was flat-out insulting you if it weren't for the way he was blushing. "Cumming so early—" He steadily lifted his weight back off of you to admire the mess you had made, slowing his thrusts to really appreciate the lewd sight as his eyes honed in on the way that your pussy still squirted out little jets of your fluids onto him.
Not that he was complaining, that is.
In fact...he couldn't wait to coax out more of your fluids—as well as your tears in tandem
Lance
Another candidate for definitely being into the sight of you crying a little.
Although you're his princess/prince to him, he can't deny the way his cock jumps at the feeling you're clinging to him even harder as you moan and cry out about how good you're feeling while your tears rush down your cheeks.
He'll ask you to "Keep crying" for him, but will also simultaneously make sure that you know you have a way to stop everything immediately by adding on "If you're not feeling good, princess...just tell me, I'll stop."
And it makes him harder beyond imagination when you don't tell him to stop or slow down, instead answering with your pussy clenching around his cock even more as he feels your thighs begin to twitch as a sign of your impending orgasm.
You may even see a bit of his dirty talking getting even more filthy when you cry as well, but hey, that's just a game theory <3
♡ - "Thaat's it...let it all out." Lance cooed to you as he grinded into your weeping sex, your sobs of pleasure only increasing along with the way your slick dripped down the insides of your thighs as he repeatedly pressed into the deepest parts of your cunt.
He hadn't realized how much he was into the sight of you crying as little until now, the sweet sight of your cunt clenching around him while you sobbed over the pleasure he delivered to you, only making him creep closer and closer to his own climax while he steadily worked you up to your umpteenth one. "L-Lanceee..." You drawled out as you grabbed at the soft sheets underneath. "Feels so...sosososo goood—!" He smirked at your words, your praising words suddenly encouraging him to move faster, punched out 'Aht hat aht's beginning to echo throughout the air alongside the growing noise of your squelching sex.
"You must be doing this on purpose," Lance murmured teasingly, more to himself rather than to you. "Getting me all riled up...such a naughty thing my love is, hm?" His mouth pooled with spit, nearly drooling like a starved animal at the sight of you.
He just couldn't get enough of you.
He found you absolutely breathtaking, no matter what state you were in, but...there was just something about you being so overwhelmed with pleasure that you could do nothing more but cry that just captured him like nothing else. But, it was only when you had opened your eyes to look at him, your mouth hanging open to let out a drawn-out moan of his name— Lance couldn't help but chuckle as he began to speed up his thrusts.
Your noises came out in punched-out gasps as you tried to force your brain to remain coherent, to ignore the near irresistible temptation to lose yourself completely to the pleasure as your pussy clenched around Lance's throbbing cock, his dick seeming to twitch with a particular interest every time that your hands shakily attempted to grip his shoulders even tighter. "Lance..." You whispered. "Please— so close—!" You whined when Lance gripped the undersides of your thighs and began to pull you up and down his cock, tearing out groans from himself and moans from your lips simultaneously as he raced after your respective orgasms.
Sloppy squelching noises echoed out from the small space where your sexes joined, getting louder and louder in frequency the closer you both came to your highs until a symphony of moans erupted from both of you. Your pussy pulsated repeatedly, attempting to milk Lance for everything that he was worth as he poured all of his cum deep inside of you. Groaned praises of your name shakily leaving his lips as he continued to fuck you through your high until you began to whine and whimper from overstimulation.
Yet, the first thing Lance did after your climax was look at your face.
Your tears...freshly fallen and your pupils blown to where they nearly took over the color of your eyes completely. You still clung to him as if he were your lifeline, and your mouth remained agape as if you were debating whether or not to ask something of him.
Thus, he decided to pop the question for you. "Another round, princess?" He smirked. "I have to make up for how indulgent I was in response to your pretty tears, don't I?" You slowly nodded your head, Lance feeling your sex tighten at the suggestion. And as soon as you were no longer shaking from your most recent orgasm, he was going to do just that.
Summary: In a world overtaken by the capitalistic greed of Joja, it's only obvious that not everyone can have a share of the grand pie that is being a productive member of JojaCorp! Therefore, women have been delegated to staying at home while the men go out and work, but...as a young woman who isn't yet married. The Ferngill Republic has issued you a husband so that you're not left desolate and destined to be left out on the streets, how gracious of them!
Now, let's take a look at these lovable, handsome fellows, shall we?
Warning(s): [AU! Where Stardew is a dystopian society run by Joja] Explicit Smut (but that's obv), Rough Sex, Gentle Sex, Tit-Sucking, Dry Humping, Reader is essentially a tradwife ngl (but like— not in the toxic way, it's just the way of the AU), Sub to Dom! Sebastian (kindaish), I may be missing some things ngl—
Side Note(s): Deadass, I got this idea from listening to an NSFW ASMR that scratched my brain just right 😔. A-Anywho, I hope y'all enjoy!
(Sorry to the Alex enjoyers— tbh, I wasn't going to add Shane in originally because alcoholic + dystopian did not seem like a good combo, but horny brain won over in the end)
Elliott — "The Hardworking Writer"
You had been pacing about your small home all day.
When you had received news that you were being issued a state-mandated husband...you couldn't help but think the worst. You had heard tales from women of a similar age to yours that having a state-mandated husband was like having a warden in your home 24/7. You could no longer think for yourself, speak for yourself, or live for yourself.
Your only duties were to be a housewife who popped out babies and cooked.
Such a reality was ingrained and beaten into your mind since you could remember.
But the tiniest bit of rebellion that you had screamed at you that you should've taken off for the nearest high hills before you received that dreaded knock at the door, the sound your short heels made as you went to the door sounded like the bells to alarm you of your doom until you finally opened the door to reveal...a rather handsome ginger-haired man.
'Dignified.' You thought to yourself, based on his clean and nicely pressed suit. He carried a gift basket in one hand and flowers in the other.
He was a whole head taller than you and looked at you with such a kind pair of green eyes that you nearly forgot that he was a mandated husband and was instead a prince about to sweep you away into an unknown land! "Good evening, ma'am—" His voice was soft and warm, as if he were about to read you a bedtime story. "—I'm Elliot, it's a pleasure to meet you." He continued. "As you may already know, I'm your—"
"Husband." You finished for him before politely stepping to the side to let him inside the home. You watched as he took everything in. Your home wasn't too big; it was modest, considering that you were the only person there up until today, but...house aside, you were waiting for the stranger to shed his nice facade the second he realized that there was no one else in the home.
But it never came.
"Your home is very nice." Elliot complimented. "Simple and clean, better than my old home close to the shoreline." Your eyes widened ever so slightly. "You used to live near the beach?" You asked before he nodded his head.
"I'm a writer," He revealed. "I find myself able to hone my craft a little bit better when I hear the calming waves of the ocean." You were about to open your mouth to ask if he had published anything, but you stopped yourself short. You figured that, if he were able to live on his own and be a state-mandated husband...his career as a writer had to have been successful enough that the Republic deemed him fit to be able to provide for a family.
As you came to close the door, however, following Elliot's inspecting movements until he reached the kitchen, where he set down his gifts for you. He looked back at you. "Do...do you have any hobbies?" He knew how awkward this situation was, not just for him but for you as well. When he had received the letter in the mail one day that he was to be your spouse, he...felt bad for you. A strange man suddenly barges into the private life of a formerly single woman, all while she had no choice in the matter?
It wasn't right.
But he didn't dare to speak it aloud and simply sympathized with you silently as you spoke about your interests.
Now came the difficult part.
"...You—You realize now what we have to do, right? To solidify the marriage, to show the Republic that we're doing our duties as newlyweds?"
Sex, you answered in your head as you felt your face immediately start to burn up. At least you weren't unattracted to Elliot; he was handsome and just your type! But, as Elliot slowly closed the distance between the two of you with a hesitant gaze while his hands were firmly kept at his sides, you knew that he had little choice in the matter himself. "Or we can wait," He said. "I'm certain the Republic isn't expecting anything today or the next week or so—"
"Let's get it over with," You interrupt with a hum and a small smile. "It's...It's not like I'm unattracted to you—or disgusted by doing that with you. Just...go slow."
He couldn't imagine going at any other pace.
Your safety and comfort came first, always.
♡ - However—once the two of you were within the small confines of your bedroom, that is—Elliot would have been lying to himself if he said that he wasn't tempted to do more than just admire your body.
His cock twitched in his pants at the thought of littering your body with kiss marks as he slowly helped you undress. The sight of your soft body becoming more and more exposed to his lustful emerald gaze only served to make his mouth begin to water as he drank in the sight of your beauty.
"You're...beautiful," Elliot whispered the words, almost as if he were speaking to the statue of a deity he worshipped, as he trailed his finger over your skin, his cock hardening to where—when you looked down—you blushed at the sight of his prominent bulge pitching a tent in his pants. Every tiny gasp, every little moan you released as he continued to touch and feel your body only made the writer's thoughts run more and more wild. Different positions to put you in...how good you would look, swelled up with his child inside of you...it was almost enough to make him cum untouched.
But he was a gentleman, not some brute only focused on breeding.
You requested that he go slow, and he would do just that and make sure that your first time with him was something to remember rather than something to fear and regret. "What—What are you doing?" You stuttered as Elliot slowly guided you back to sit on the edge of your bed before he sank down to his knees, using his hands to slowly part your thighs for him to more comfortably situate himself between.
Elliot pressed a steady kiss to the inside of your thigh. "You asked me to go slow, my dear." He hummed.
You could feel your sex begin to ache and throb the more that Elliot kissed the insides of your thighs, taking care not to rush his affections or where he touched while he kept steady eye contact with you through his heavily lidded gaze. Every story that you heard, regarding people who had been chosen as state-mandated wives and the likes...with the occasional husband here and there—all the tales were the same. The first night was something regretful and terrible, as usual, the other party was only focused on conceiving a child within the set amount of time that they had before they were required to go through an inspection.
You hadn't heard anything about gentleness, a tender slowness that Elliot currently gave you that only made your cunt grow wetter and wetter by the moment, your chest rising and falling quicker by the minute, it seemed as you looked at him. "Elliot..." You quietly moaned. His gaze briefly flicked down to your twitching sex, a groan escaping from his throat at the sight that he could describe as nothing else but beautiful. "Yes?" Elliot answered.
Your blush only deepened. "...Please." You said, spreading your thighs apart just a little more.
Elliot answered with a chuckle, kissing the insides of your thighs a few more times before he trailed his mouth closer to your sex. A hiss of anticipation escaped your lips, the ache you felt in your sex only growing harder to ignore by the moment as Elliot continued to tease and kiss you, worshipping your body as he pressed light pecks against your lower lips, tasting briefly samples of your delicious slick with each press. He couldn't resist beginning to palm himself over his pants, small groans leaving his lips as he resisted the urge to part the folds of your pussy...just a little bit longer...he wanted to build the anticipation, to make every second count.
He couldn't believe how lucky he had gotten.
When you had opened the door, he thought that he had come face to face with a goddess. To think...you were now his spouse.
He promised himself to ensure that your union with him, mandated as it was, would be a source of joy. "E-Elliot...!" Your whine suddenly reached his ears amidst his thoughts. "Stop teasing..." You poutingly demanded. "I need it—"
You felt him smile against your skin. "Need what, my dear?"
You couldn't help but huff. "You." You responded. "Your t-tongue—Ah!" Without warning, Elliot suddenly drove his tongue between your folds, a moan of sheer relief flooding from his lips as his mouth was suddenly overtaken with your taste and the heat of you. Elliot's hands move from pushing apart your thighs to parting the folds of your cunt to expose more of your weeping sex to his hungry gaze and eager tongue.
However, his gaze immediately honed in on your throbbing clit, how it twitched in tune with the way your cunt clenched for more of his tongue and oozed out more of your slick in the process. "Such a sweet pussy..." Elliot complimented. He brought his thumb to settle over your clit, his eyes flicking up to gauge your reactions as he pressed down on your aching bud and began to roll it in slow circles—just enough to make you buck against his tongue while his tongue continued to lpa away at your sex and push into of you, mimicking what he would do to you with his cock once he had made you cum on his tongue, once—perhaps thrice over.
Every tiny reaction you gave him—your gasps, your whimpers, and the way your hands found their way to his hair and began to pull at his locks—he stored it all away. He notes and catalogues all of your virgin reactions with an obsession that was reserved for you and you only. A pressure began to build up inside of you, foreign and almost frightening at how quickly it was building up, if it weren't for the pleasure you were feeling in the moment. "E-Elliot..." You moaned, your voice getting more breathless by the second. "Please—oh fuck—s-something's coming!"
Within the blink of an eye, it seemed, Elliot's ministrations on your pussy became almost feral. His tongue moved as if it were desperate for your orgasm, searching for more of your taste as he used his free hand to begin finger-fucking your cunt, pumping his digits in and out of you as he honed in on the spot that made you scream the loudest. That spongey spot inside of you, each filthy squelch that escaped from your soaked cunt followed by a punched out moan of the writer's name. His eyes went back to your own. "Come on, my dear—" He pressed a smooch to your clit. "—Go ahead and cum allll over my tongue." He encouraged you, desperate 'pleasepleaseplease'. starting to leave Elliot's mouth as he chased after your orgasm.
You had no choice but to shatter on his tongue, sobbing out his name as you threw your head back to let out a drawn-out moan. Stars dotted the edges of your vision as your thighs trapped his head in between them, your orgasm rattling through your body as Elliot drank down every pulse of your orgasm, licking away at you desperately as if he was going to suddenly faint if he were to miss a single drop of your essence.
It was only when you began to whine from overstimulation that Elliot slowly took his head from between your legs, the lewd sight of his face being covered with your juices making your thighs twitch. "My...you are delicious, my love." He said.
"Now rest, I must say...I'm rather eager to feel how my new wife will feel on my cock, next."
Sebastian — "The IT Guy"
Opening the front door to reveal your state-mandated husband was...interesting. Handsome as he was, he had come to your house wearing comfortable clothes and looking down at his phone! He was tall yet pale, as if he hadn't seen the sunlight in weeks and had a few piercings on his face and ears that whispered a more rebellious nature.
Not that you minded that—or, even if you did. It wasn't like you had too much of a choice in the matter.
"Hello...?" You spoke to catch the stranger's attention. "Are you my new husband?" Finally, the man looked up from his phone and put it in his pocket.
"I am." He confirmed. "I'm Sebastian." For a brief few minutes, the look on his face could have almost said that he was bored before even truly talking to you, as Sebastian looked you over. He was... pleasantly surprised. Although he still lived in his parents' home, down in the basement, he wasn't without a job. He worked for Joja IT, a dull rat race of a job where he had to get up early and stay late every night, making sure that nothing broke and, in turn, interfered with Joja's profit margin.
This life that was practically forced upon him since birth was...hard enough.
And it was only made harder when his Mom had said that there was something in the mail addressed to him, saying that he had been chosen to be a state-mandated husband for someone, which was you. But, so far, at least...at least you were pretty. "I'm...sorry," Were Sebastian's next words. "About this," He explained. "I know the last thing you want is some strange new husband forced on you."
That elicited a chuckle from you. "You could say that." You said before letting Sebastian inside. "But, you don't seem so bad, thankfully. I thought you'd be some old guy."
"And I thought you'd be some sad old woman."
Despite just meeting him, it was comfortable talking to him. After every sentence he spoke, there was an air that he wasn't expecting or forcing you to talk back to him. However, as Sebastian looked around your home, the duty that was required of him and you by the Republic lingered in the back of his mind.
"You know what we have to do, right?"
You nodded your head. "Have...a family." You answered. As Sebastian looked back at you, his eyes widened to the size of saucers when he saw that you were already beginning to pull down one of the straps to your dress, his cock undeniably twitching in his pants at the sight of you already being so eager. "W-We don't have to do anything today if you don't want!" Sebastian quickly spoke.
"I'm not trying to pressure you..."
You flashed him an embarrassed smile. "Y-You're not!" You gulped. "I know we just met, but...you seem nice, I...I don't mind." Neither did he, but now all that was left to do was to be guided to your bedroom—
♡ - Or not.
When the distance between you and Sebastian was closed...you had hardly allowed him a second to admire the way that your dress pooled at the foot of your heels, much less to gaze at how pretty your body looked or how full your tits were...before you guided him to lie back on your small couch as you straddled him, slowly rubbing his quickly hardening cock. "I...I thought—fuck—you wanted to take things slow." Sebastian's words came out in a pleasured hiss as his eyes ran over your form.
Your face began to warm more than it already was. "I do." You said with a gulp. "I just—I want you." You shyly admitted.
Both of you had just met, literally only a few minutes ago, and the one thing you weren't going to deny was that you were attracted to him. As much as Sebastian's eyes ran over your body—imagining and damn near drooling at the imagination of how your pussy would feel wrapped around him—you were doing the same to him, you ogled his body as Sebastian lifted up and took off his shirt, revealing his lean body underneath with the odd scar here and there.
At the feeling of your eyes so bluntly on him, though, Sebastian met your boldness with some shyness of his own. "We just met..." Sebastian murmured. "We can take things slow," He stated once more, even though he was far from wanting to take things slow, judging from how much his cocktip was leaking milky white pre-cum. "I don't want to force you."
You offered Sebastian a smile. "You're not forcing me." You softly responded before you began to guide Sebastian's cock to your clenching hole. "Do...Do you want to do this with me?"
A breathy groan escaped from Sebastian's throat when he felt your hot cunt against his cock, tipping his head back to release the noise into the air before he looked back at you. "M-More than anything...p-please—Oh fuck—!" He would've been embarrassed at how needy and whiny he sounded, as if this was his first time feeling a pussy slowly sink down onto his cock, if it hadn't felt so fucking good.
At first, he absolutely dreaded the idea of having a state-mandated wife.
Every question ran throughout his head, mostly wondering whether or not you'd be someone rude or not—demanding even, for him to give you kids and nothing else.
But instead? He was introduced to you.
A person whom he could hardly resist keeping his hands off of as he watched with lidded eyes as you finally sank down all the way to the base. "So big..." You whispered breathlessly. It felt as if Sebastian was poking at the deepest parts inside of you, your walls clenching and unclenching around his dick as you had to will yourself to suck back the spit that wished to escape from the side of your lips from how good his cock felt.
You quietly whined when Sebastian's hands came to rest on your hips. "Are you okay?" He sounded breathless, as if it were taking everything inside of him at that moment to keep himself together and from cumming on the spot without you even having to move. You could only manage to weakly nod your head before you rolled your hips, testing, tearing out a quiet 'Fuck' from your new husband before you slowly brought yourself up...and then down.
You repeated the easy motions, up and down, up and down, until you found a rhythm while Sebastian's eyes were glued to the way your tits bounced in tune with your movements.
You gasped at the unfamiliar feeling of his cock twitching inside of you. Sebastian's cock ached for you to move faster. To fuck yourself and use him as if he were nothing more than a toy to be used for your pleasure and your pleasure only. But, he couldn't bear the idea of manhandling you, especially when it was most likely your first time, like it was his! "A-Am I doing okay...?" You moaned down at Sebastian. Your vision was unfocused and hazy. You were embarrassed to admit to yourself that it was slowly getting harder to move your hips, the pleasure that you felt from Sebastian's cocktip constantly bullying at a spongey spot deep inside of you...it sapped away your energy, more and more, with each thrust.
"You're doing good..." He answered your question, gently praising you as his cock twitched once more inside of you at the sight of you beginning to slow down and show signs of tiredness.
"Tired?" The question was teasing, your cunt clenching around your new husband's cock a little when you noticed the way his brow was raised a little as he looked at you. "N-No..." Sebastian chuckled at your obvious lie, a sudden burst of confidence blooming in his chest that could only be sparked from the desperation a man felt when he wanted his wife to move faster. "Really?" He hummed. "Then keep going—" He began to gently thrust upwards into your oozing cunt, a drawn out whine of his name escaping your lips as your hands balled into fists on his chest. "S-Sebastian—!"
"Meet my thrusts," He said. "You're not tired, right? Surely you can do that then...right?" Originally, you had chalked Sebastian up to be a virgin like you were! A realization that calmed you ever so slightly at the fact that there were no expectations to be had, but, as Sebastian continued to fuck up into you...his moans becoming more apparent as he moaned out your name and his hands started to roam over your body more—that potent mixture alongside the pleasure you already had buzzing inside of you from your movements earlier, you couldn't even afford to be embarrassed as you slightly begged for Sebastian to move faster, for him to take over.
"Sebastian...please," You whined. "Take over...!" His eyes widened ever so slightly, a mixture of shock and being soooo turned on in the moment that it nearly put him into a state of shock.
All he could say was a mere 'Okay' before he grabbed your hips and slammed upwards with a purpose. Sebastian planted his foot as best as he could on the couch while the other remained firmly placed on the floor as he sank himself into you completely. "Fuck—!" Your moan was followed up with a sharp whine, your brain barely having enough time to process the sudden thrust up into you before the very air was fucked out of you.
Drawn-out noises and curses left the poor man's lips as he began to struggle for breath himself.
Fuckkk, your pussy was so pliant that it felt like a dream. It was hard to feel even the slightest bit of embarrassment when everything about you was making him feel more and more stupid for even thinking that getting a state-mandated wife out of the blue was going to be a bad thing! "S-Sebastian...!" You cried out. Your voice was choppy, broken up by moans and whiny sobs as your fingernails scratched up your husband's chest as you tried to find purchase to handle his fervent thrusts without losing your mind entirely.
Everything felt so good...you've never felt this full, not a single moment in your life. The sound of your squelching cunt and skin slapping against skin, you couldn't help the way your cunt tightened around Sebastian's cock, nor the way an unfamiliar tightness began to well up in your stomach. And somehow, Sebastian just knew that you were close. "Hah...you look different." He noted, his fingers digging into your hips just a little bit more as his cock ached almost painfully at how hot you looked above him. He wanted to do everything to and with you.
The way your tits bounced in front of him just screamed to be sucked on. He hadn't even had a taste of your cunt yet before all this happened; he imagined it would've been just as sweet as you looked. Twitching and eager for his tongue— "F-Fuuuck..." He accidentally interrupted his own train of thinking as he pressed the back of his head deeper into the couch, feeling his balls begin to draw up tighter against himself as he could feel his climax begin to creep closer and closer. "Close..." He panted out. "C-Can we do this one more time, pleaseee..." Through your hazy vision, you unconsciously bit your bottom lip at the arousing sight of Sebastian's mouth hanging open as he looked up at you as if he were begging for you so much that he hadn't a single clue as to what to do with himself.
"Y-Yeah..." You leaned forward, cupping his face with your hands as you gave him more of an angle to fuck his cock into, the increasing speed making you almost struggle to take a breath at all. "Let's do this lots of times, y-you feel so good inside of me—!"
That was enough for him; your poor husband only managed a few more sloppy thrusts and moans of your name before he stilled against your cunt with a deep-throated groan. The spurts of his hot cum flooding your insides, painting your walls white— you came only seconds after him with a whine, your cunt clenching and unclenching as if your body was begging and trying to wring out as much cum as it could from Sebastian's cock.
Yet, before you even had a chance to breathe and think that you were going to get a moment to recover from your orgasm...you felt Sebastian's cock twitch inside of you with renewed vigor. Sweaty as he was, when you looked at him, he looked as if he had been injected with a whole new burst of energy.
Well...you did say that the two of you could go another round, after all.
Sam — "Ex-Military"
Learning from the letter you received, that you were getting an ex-military guy as a state-mandated husband was...terrifying, to say the least. Be it whether or not you were too in tune with listening to the things that came from rumorville, you had heard tales of wives having the most awful of husbands who just so happened to be either in the military or ex-military.
You didn't think your luck could have gotten any worse, and you desperately prayed to whatever god or lucky star that happened to be listening to you that your new husband would have just suddenly deserted you and left you alone!
But that wasn't the case when you heard a few knocks on your door one rainy day and opened it to see a blonde holding an umbrella.
He was handsome, cute even, boyishly so. He was equipped with a pair of sparkling blue eyes that radiated an almost dog-like happiness as well as a few knicks and scratches presumably from his time in the military.
He wasn't anything like the rumors said that ex-military people were! Stoic and always glaring, this guy was sunshine incarnate, it seemed!
"Hi!" The blonde stranger greeted you. "I'm Sam, it's nice to meet you! I'm your new husband." You couldn't help but begin to crack a smile at his infectious grin before you stepped aside to let him inside your home. He made sure to clean his boots off at the entrance, and a few seconds in, he was already complimenting you on the decor of your home.
"Y/N." You introduced yourself. "You're military?" You questioned, although the answer was already obvious based on the uniform.
"That I am," Sam confirmed. "Though I'm not deployed at the moment." And, inwardly, he was thinking of quitting the Republic army altogether. It wasn't what he imagined doing with his life, but...he hadn't had too much of a choice. He needed to provide for his Mom and little brother at the time, and although his father was doing that just fine...it was better than staying at home, chasing a dream that seemed to not have too many chances of succeeding like he had hoped so when he was a child.
And especially now, now that he was mandated to be a husband for you.
The two of you may have been strangers, but he didn't want to seem to be a burden, much less make you feel as if he couldn't provide for both of you and—children, soon enough, according to what the Republic mandated as well in the letter.
However, once Sam decided to sit on a chair in the kitchen area, he gulped as he tried to find a way to bring up the next step now that the two of you had met. "Well...according to the letter, we have to—"
"Have sex," You finished for him. "I read the letter."
Despite how bluntly you finished his sentence, your cheeks burned with embarrassment similar to how Sam's did as he continued to look you over. "We...we don't have to do it today, we can wait." He said. "I don't want to put pressure on you; this is a lot." And he hated the fact that he didn't have much control over the situation. He was supposed to be your husband, which meant he was also supposed to protect you and keep you from doing anything you didn't want to, and yet...he couldn't.
However, you didn't mind the slightest as you slowly walked up to Sam.
"It's a lot, but I don't mind." You softly said before stopping in front of him, already beginning to undress yourself. "Let me control the pace."
♡ - His face was absolutely flushed to the max as he watched—as he felt your bare sex grind against his bulge while you straddled him on one of the chairs in your kitchen. The pace you had taken was slow and gentle, the perfect pace for a virgin couple that was just getting to know one another sexually and yet...
Sam couldn't help but begin to crave more.
He wasn't a complete virgin; he had snuck around here and there in his more rebellious area before he went off to the military like his dad did before him, but the million-dollar question at the moment was...how was he to show you how good he could fuck without scaring you off? He had already told himself he didn't want to come off as some kind of brute; he was willing and able to wait, but now that the two of you were where you were... he sought to impress you.
Thus, his hands slowly found their way from gripping and scratching at the sides of his seat to gently rubbing circles into the sides of your plush thighs with his thumbs. "Feels good...?" You moaned softly as you pressed yourself closer to his body, your tits smushing against his chest as Sam responded with a nod as if he were in a trance by the sight of your beautiful tits alone. "Y-Yeah..." He stuttered back to you. He could feel his cock leak pre into his pants, hot and sticky and begging to be released into a tight, warm pussy.
Like yours.
"Hey," Sam pressed a gentle peck to your chin to get you to focus on him. "Let me take over," He suggested with a boyish grin. "I can make you feel reallyyyy good, you won't want to go this pace—or hump my dick over my pants ever again." Your head cocked to the side curiously at your new husband's confident tone, allowing him to maneuver his body as he pleased, as he gently pushed you back just enough to allow him room to free his cock from his pants.
Your jaw dropped at the sight of his cock, throbbing and leaking pre-cum as a prominent vein ran along the underside. You gulped. "Is...is that going to—"
"Yes," Sam assured you as if he were already expecting the answer, his hands then guiding your hips to where your cunt hovered above his cockhead. His tongue darted out briefly to lick his bottom lip at the dirty sight, at the feeling of your warm cunt and the way that a string of your slick dripped onto his tip, mixing in with his pre. "Tell me if you want to stop." He said before Sam began to help you sink down onto his cock.
The stretch bordered on painful, causing you to loop your arms around Sam's neck as your face dug into the side of his neck, hissing at the delicious stretch while your ears were filled with gentle praises and quiet apologies for making you feel even the littlest amount of pain. But once Sam had finally guided your hips down to the base of his cock, you felt so full to the point where you swore up and down that you could feel him in your stomach.
"Tell me when to move," Sam whispered as he pressed gentle kisses into your cheek.
Your cunt felt so tight around him that it took every little bit of willpower that he had within to keep himself from cumming. But, once you had begun to grind down onto him, resulting in a cute little moan slipping from your lips as your arms slipped from wrapping around his neck and to your hands planting themselves on his shoulders...that's when he couldn't help the eager smirk that graced his face. "Feels good..." You whispered, your pussy throbbing almost painfully from need, and for your new husband to move.
"It'll feel even better once I move," Sam responded to your words cockily.
For a moment, you responded to him with a slow raise of your brow, a clear sign of doubt—well...not that you exactly doubted his words, more so the belief that the pleasure you were already feeling could be heightened even more. Every little movement you made on his dick made his cocktip press even more into your deepest, spongiest spot, making stars appear at the edges of your vision while you struggled to swallow down each and every little moan that wanted to leave.
You grinded down a few more times, testing the waters before you slowly nodded your head. "Y-You can move..." You murmured.
A sharp 'Ah!' left your lips when Sam slowly thrust up inside of you.
His movements were slow and careful, the blues of his eyes steadily beginning darker as he continued to relish in the way that your pussy felt around his cock, but he wanted you to get used to the movement. There would be plenty of time for him to fuck you how he wanted. "S-Sam...!" You gasped. "Please..." You whined. Too slow. You thought to yourself.
You wanted—needed for him to go faster. Every slow thrust up until you felt as if he were torturing you! Your cunt was so hungry for more, you were oozing out of your slick, soaked beyond belief, and dirtying your new husband's pants. "Oh, c'mon~" Sam teased. "Let me enjoy my new wife's pretty pussy just a little bit longer!" The blonde shot you a playful, toothy grin, as if this entire thing were a joke to him! "Sam." You huffed.
"Fuck me—s-shit—!"
Sam interrupted your words with a sudden thrust up into you, his hands releasing their grip as he switched to wrapping his arms around you, giving you no choice but to take every. single. one of his thrusts. "My new wife's so impatient..." Sam panted as he admired the way that your face went from pouty and almost bratty in a sense, to full of lust and admiration of how good his cock felt ramming its way inside of you. Each thrust was met with a dirty squelch, the sounds a deliciously filthy symphony to the blonde's ears as he chased after that sound and after more of your moans. "Sam—" The first few thrusts already had you struggling to speak properly, your body doing the talking for you as your hips began to roll back onto him, attempting to match his movements in an attempt of begging for more.
"N-Need more...!" You gasped. "feels so fucking—Ah!"
Sam's mouth opened to tease you, to drag out your begging to see if you reallyyy wanted more of him. But, he couldn't deny the way his own words got caught up in his throat when your walls clenched around him so tightly that it made his attempted words back off into a groan. "Fuuck..." He moaned. "You really do need more of me, huh?" He leaned back as far as he could into the chair as he began to angle his cock to precisely punch into the spot that made you moan the loudest.
"S-Shit!" You whined. Your body jerked as it felt like anything you've ever felt before. Pleasure soars throughout your body as it feels as if you've lost control over your own body, unable to do anything but hold on tightly to Sam's shoulders as you let him take control and fuck you, Sam's moans steadily turning into needy pants as the pleasure felt sooooo good that he couldn't help but switch from leaning back to starting to lean forward.
"S-Sam...?!" You whined as you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto him as he continued to move and thrust as if he were suddenly starving for your cunt. "S-Sorry..." He moaned. "You just feel so good that—Ah..." He felt as if he were losing his mind.
You were gushing around him, drenching his cock and the front of his pants in your sticky, slick as each thrust caused your cunt to shoot out little jets of your juices. Your fingernails dug into the blonde's shoulder, hot tears of pleasure burning your eyeline as you felt a knot begin to form in the pit of your stomach.
"C-Close!" You warned. You were so close that you could almost taste your orgasm upon your tongue, your body shuddering as you crept closer and closer to your climax. "S-Sam...!"
"L-Let it out..." He encouraged. "Fuck—fucking soak me, please—" He didn't even have a chance to finish begging for you to cum around his cock as a distinct gushing sound reached his ears, almost making the blonde want to cry from how he regretted missing the way he felt you squirt around him while you cried out from the mind-numbing pleasure. Yet despite your orgasm...the pleasure slowly turning into a tingling overstimulation that you both wanted to take a break from as well as chase after, Sam still continued at his fast pace, chasing after a climax that was faaar from coming anytime soon.
He wanted to enjoy your body to the fullest; he was willing to damn near blue ball himself to make sure that he enjoyed every second of his new wife. "Sam—!" You whined. "T-Too much...! J-Just came—fuuuckk...!"
Sam leaned back just enough to be able to look you in the eyes again, his face flushed a deep red as he slowed to a deep, womb-grinding roll of his hips. "I'm not through with you just yet, babe..." He panted, languidly dragging his dick in and out of you as he slowly worked you through your orgasm. You've cum so much that his pants are completely dark with your juices, causing his cock to throb inside of you as he groaned at the way your walls clenched around him in response.
"I've still gotta get a few more orgasms out of you, after all..."
Shane — "The Farmer"
After receiving notice of getting a state-mandated husband a few days prior. You hardly had time to truly digest the information before you were suddenly required to pack up your things and make your way over to his farmstead!
Once arriving, you were pleasantly surprised at how large your new husband's land was, as well as how many animals he had. A hard thing to acquire in these times, however...what you weren't looking forward to was the fact that you'd most likely be responsible for the heavy lifting as well.
You may have had some farmers in your family, but due to the strict nature of society...women weren't expected to do too much heavy lifting.
You wondered if your husband would be the same way?
And, after knocking on the front door, it proceeded to open to reveal a tired-looking, stubble-faced man who looked you up and down with almost a look of boredom.
You had a sneaking suspicion that luck wasn't going to be in your favor.
"You must be my new spouse."
You nodded. "That, I am. I'm Y/N."
You heard a grumbled "Shane" before your husband walked back into the home, leaving you to follow and take in the decor. You smelled the faint scent of alcohol in the air, the way that there was a half-empty beer bottle on the coffee table in the living room, and how there was a pack of unopened cans a little further off to the corner.
Articles of clothing dotted the home here and there, and each piece of clothing only made you wearier and wearier as you started to hallucinate what you'd be slaving away doing until you kicked the bucket.
You already weren't looking forward to this marriage, and now? You really weren't looking forward to it.
"Sorry about the mess," Shane apologized. "It's...hard, keeping clean, especially with me tending to the farm and all." He continued before you offered him a polite smile.
"It's fine." You said, half lying and half not. "I'm good with housework, cooking, cleaning—"
Shane tsked. "That's fine and all, but I don't want a housekeeper. I...I know this is a tough situation, state mandates and all, but as best as we can, I'd prefer to keep things equal between us." Your eyes widened a little at his words. "Feel free to tell me anything you don't like. I'll do my best to make it right." Your mouth opened to mention the "state forcing you and your new husband to have a child" situation, hoping that he'd have some type of plan as to how to avoid it but...even you weren't that hopeful.
"Then...I'm not liking that we're being forced to have kids." You admitted with a heavy sigh.
"Neither am I," Shane agreed before he walked over to the couch. He wasn't some ass who was willing to force himself on someone to abide by the rules, and quite frankly? He would've rather drunk himself to death than imagine that reality ever coming true. However— "If- If you don't want to do anything, tell me, I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I ain't in any rush to be a father."
And you weren't in any rush to be a parent either.
But the Ferngill Republic wouldn't have looked at the husband first when it came to a child not being conceived during the allocated timeframe; they would've looked at you, and you would've been the one to be replaced. "Then...let's practice."
"Practice?" Shane parroted with a snort. "I don't need that."
You responded with a huff. "J-Just...go along with it." You said. "You don't have to cum inside me, this is just so we can be comfortable with one another!" Shane's eyes flicked down to your body as you began to undress yourself, his eyes sharply widening at how pretty your body was underneath your clothes—although, your face alone already gave that away. If this was what you wanted...then fine.
"Let's practice then."
♡ - "Ohhhhhh s-shiittt—!" You nearly cried at the top of your lungs as you could hear the table squeak underneath you, the filthy sound of the table legs scratching against the floor underneath only serving to make even more of your slick drip out from your sex as Shane thrusted into you from behind, his eyes glued to the way the fat of your ass rippled with each mean thrust he delivered. "S-So fast—!" You forced your words out, struggling to keep your vision straight as your eyes threatened to roll up into your head.
"P-Please—" Your new husband smirked at your babbling as he leaned over your back, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck as he drank in the addictive sounds of your moans and whines.
Admittedly, he may have gotten a little carried away.
The second that you are completely naked in front of him, he couldn't help but kiss you silly as the sound of your moans only spurred him on further! The way you clung to him, asking for more with your body—it wasn't you who needed practice, it seemed, it was him who needed it so that he could train himself to not cum within seconds of feeling your body against his own.
"Please, what~?" Shane questioned teasingly. "You'll snap me clean in half at this rate with this tight little cunt...fuck—" He said, his last words spoken more to himself rather than directly to you as a drawn-out groan left his throat. He couldn't believe how tight you were, how good it felt for your cunt to squeeze and threaten to wring the cum straight out from his heavy balls as they slapped against your ass with every thrust.
You kick your legs uselessly as he fucks you silly, sweet 'Ahs' and coos, leaving your lips as Shane pressed a heavy hand into the middle of your back, keeping your body pinned against the table as he huffed like a beast in heat next to your ear, intent on finding his climax deep within your dripping sex. "S-Shane—!" You cry out, your eyes blurring with tears of pleasure as your mouth steadily formed into a lewd 'O' shape. "S-So deep!" You whined. "Can't—Can't take—fuck!" Your new husband snickered at the way you couldn't even complete your own sentences, his mouth opening to tease you on how lewd your body was being for him until a moan of his own was torn from the depths of his throat.
He could feel that you were close.
But...so soon? "Close already?" Shane almost sneered next to your ear before he began to pepper sloppy kisses to the side of your face, trailing them to the side of your neck and the back. "My wife is soooo filthy, isn't she?" He hummed. "No wonder they had to make me your mandated husband...probably no other guy out there who can handle a pussy this lewd, huh?"
You answered him with a babbled moan, only causing Shane's smirk to grow even more. He hadn't expected an answer, only to do nothing more than to lie on the table. Pliant and eager for his cum. "Fuuck...you're close, aren't you?" He could feel the way your cunt began to pulsate around his cock, clenching and unclenching as he began to fuck you even harder, angling his cock to hit your sweetest spot deep inside of you with every thrust, resulting in you whimpering and scratching at the table.
Each thrust knocked the air from your lungs, small 'ah, ah, ah's' being punched right out of your lungs with every thrust he delivered into your pussy. Your orgasm is soooo close, you can feel it—almost taste it. It crept up on you closer and closer, making your body feel almost electrified as your whines became more frequent and higher in pitch. "Go ahead and cum," Your husband rasped into your ear. "I can feel it...go ahead and give it to me, cum on your new husband's cock." As if on command, Shane's words make you cum with a lengthy whine of his name.
Your body shudders from the force of your orgasm, Shane lifting himself up off of you to admire the delicious sight of your pussy clenching onto him as if it didn't want to let go of his cock as he fucked you through your climax, the sight being juust what he needed to find his own end as he tossed his head back to let out a moan, ropes and ropes of his cum spilling into your warm sex as his thrusts grew sloppier and sloppier, milking himself dry with the use of your pussy until he came to a complete stop with a deeply satisfied sigh.
It was like no orgasm he had ever experienced...his cock still twitching inside of you to let out the last bits of his spend before he finally pulled out of you, a whine escaping your lips from both sensitivity and not wanting your husband to pull out just yet.
But— "That was a good first time practice, dontcha think?" Shane toothily grinned down at you as he lovingly rubbed your back. "How about another practice round?" He smirked. "Let's see how well we remember each other's bodies in my bed, next."
And...tired as you may have been, you couldn't think of anything that you wanted to do more.
Harvey — "The Humble Doctor"
You were required to go to his home when you opened the letter, the contents stating that you were chosen as a state-mandated wife. Such a rare occurrence, it only happened when the husband in question was very affluent.
However, an affluent husband didn't mean that he was automatically qualified to be Prince Charming.
As you rode in a taxi that drove you to his home in question, you went through reason after reason as to why a doctor needed a state-mandated wife.
Was he ugly? Abusive? Something more? You wanted to know but also to not know all at the same time; every question only fueled your anxiety until you got out of the taxi and stood in front of the...rather humble two-story home.
You knocked twice at the door before hearing someone say "Coming!" from behind the door, and when you opened the door...you were shocked at the person behind. An older gentleman, as you somewhat suspected on the taxi ride over, had a well-kept head of brown hair and an equally nicely kept mustache that slightly curved at the ends. The white coat he wore screamed that he was a doctor, even down to the way he softly and almost shyly smiled at you. It was...surprisingly kind.
"You must be my new spouse." The man spoke. "I'm Doctor Harvey—or well, you can just call me Harvey." He stood off to the side to let you in, your eyes widening at the down-to-earth nature that the interior decorations of his home gave off. On the walls were plenty of references to planes. There was even a model of a plane in the center of the coffee table in the living room, in front of the TV.
"I'm Y/N." You smiled. "You...must really like planes, right?"
You stifled a giggle at the way Harvey's eyes widened before he blushed and scratched the back of his neck. "Ah...I do," He admitted. "It's a hobby interest of mine, really. It's my dream to be able to fly a plane someday."
You were shocked that he couldn't do so already, especially with him being a doctor. But, you didn't mention it, fearing that it would be a rude thing to say as you eventually sat down on a lovechair. There was a comfortable yet pregnant pause between the two of you, both of you knowing what had to come next and yet not wanting to speak it into existence all the same.
However, you decided to bite the bullet and say what needed to be said.
After all, a mandated couple—which was everyone in the Republic nowadays—if they didn't announce a pregnancy within the first couple of weeks of knowing one another...there were consequences. "So..." You awkwardly started before clearing your throat. "Should we...?"
Harvey took a seat on the couch right next to where you were, his eyes avoiding your own. "I'm— I admit, I'm a little nervous." He said. "I'm not exactly fond of the fact that we have to do such an intimate act so soon." Neither were you, but...rules were rules, and in a couple of weeks, people would be checking in on the two of you. However, you couldn't lie to yourself and say that you were just itching to follow the rules.
You liked Harvey so far, and wished that you could take this type of act slowly.
And that led to a lightbulb turning on in your head. "We...we can start slow, if you'd like?" You suggested. "Get to know each other's bodies." You continued, a giggle actually leaving your lips at how red Harvey became. "Better than outright fucking one another, right?" The doctor swore that he could've grown lightheaded at how bluntly you spoke; he agreed with what you were proposing.
How could he not?
His cock began to harden and slowly strain against his pants at the sight of you slowly leaving your chair to come and straddle his lap, the fact that your heavy tits were practically pushed in front of his face making him gulp like he was pleading for water as your finger tugged down the front of your dress, teasingly slowly. He reckoned that...he was going to like you.
And so were you.
♡ - "Mmph..." His glasses were slightly crooked on his face as he sucked on one of your tits, his hand gently massaging the other while you slowly bounced up and down his cock. Your hands were entangled in the doctor's brown locks, unable to help the way your cunt continued to repeatedly tighten and untighten around him at the arousing sight of your new husband enjoying your body so much.
The feeling of his tongue lapping at your nipple as if something was actually going to come out...you couldn't think of a better outcome when you suggested that the two of you "explore each other's bodies"! He was so gentle with you that it was enough to make you forget all about the worries you had on the way over to his home. He was the most bashful gentleman, through and through.
"As a doctor, you should know that nothing's going to come out yet, right~?" You spoke to Harvey.
His blush deepened, reaching up to his ears as his eyes cracked open to look up at you before he slowly unattached his mouth from around your breast, a string of spit still connecting your nipples to his panting mouth as he struggled to find his next words.
When he was given notice that he was to receive a wife per the orders of the Ferngill Republic...he hadn't expected to receive a wife that was as beautiful as you.
He was prepared to be a gentleman, through and through, demands of needing to conceive a child within the timeframe be damned. He wanted to make sure that his new spouse was comfortable and happy within his home! But, the more that you continued to slowly move on top of him...sending sparks of electricity throughout his veins and making his mind feel as if it were spinning and growing foggier and foggier...the easier it was for him to lose himself.
"I...I know that." Harvey panted to you. "Just—A-Ah fuck..." His lips trembled as he moaned when you began to grind yourself down on him, rolling your hips in a circle as you playfully tilted your head to the side.
"What was that husband? I didn't quite catch that, really...are we going to start off our marriage by me having to teach you how to speak up a little~?"
Harvey's hands raced to brace themselves on your hips; however, his grip had little strength put behind them as he simply held onto you rather than making any attempts to control what you were doing, his head eventually falling against the headboard of the bed as he let his moans escape freely. "S-Slow down..." Harvey whispered, his chest rising and falling more rapidly as his eyes suddenly squinted close in an effort to try and ward away the urge to cum too soon.
Yet, that was exactly what you wanted.
Your husband was so cute and handsome. And you couldn't believe your luck as to how eager he was to bend down to your whims!
You wanted to treat him nicely, yes. Perhaps after all this was said and done...you'd give him a massage and everything. But all you wanted to do was to feel his cum absolutely flood your insides. "Slow down?" You eventually parroted his words. "But you're feeling so good, honey! I can feel it, your cock is throbbing like crazy inside my pussy." You giggled when his cock twitched inside of you yet again at your lewd words, raising your hips to once more start to bounce on him up and down, each time your ass slapped against the front of his thighs, causing your wetness to further dirty his thighs.
He was so close, so embarrassingly close.
Tiny moans turned into desperate whines and whimpers of his name as small pleas for you to "Go faster" began to escape from his mouth. "Please..." Harvey whined before his tongue licked at your nipple a couple more times before his mouth wrapped around it completely, stealing a moan right from your chest. "Go faster..." You just barely heard him plead against your chest. "Pleasepleaseplease—"
You did just that, leaning further against Harvey as you put more speed into your bounces. The lewd sound of skin slapping skin began to echo from the tiny space between your joined sexes as you felt Harvey's cock start to twitch and throb more and more inside of you.
You just had a feeling that he was close to cumming.
"O-Oh...fuuuck—!" Harvey's lips once again unattached from your chest to let out a whimpering moan, causing you to press a kiss to his forehead as your pussy clenched at the adorable noise. "Close..." He warned you.
"Go ahead and cum, Harvey." You encouraged. "Cum straight into my pussy~"
Harvey's hips weakly bucked up into you as he chased after his orgasm, managing a few mean thrusts, each followed by a deep groan until he finally stilled against you with a breathless gasp. You bit your lip to hold in a particularly whiny noise yourself as you felt your husband's hot cum shoot up inside of you, panting your insides white as you watched Harvey's orgasm shudder throughout his body until...he finally relaxed.
Truly...you had hit the jackpot when you were randomly assigned to him!
However— "Oh, Harvey~" You hummed in a singsong voice. "You can't be so greedy, husband...you gotta make your wife cum too!"
Lance — "The Government Official"
You were currently sitting in an expensive lounge area within a mansion. You had dressed yourself to near perfection for this almost impossibly rare occasion, and despite how good you looked...you were sweating bullets. Your hands were clammy, and your throat was so dry that no amount of ice-cold water was able to wet it enough.
Around a week ago, you had received a couple of knocks at the door before you opened the door to see a Ferngill soldier standing in front. His words were curt and to the point. You had received a letter from the republic to be a state-mandated spouse for someone, but...the emerald green letter he presented you—and the fact that a soldier had come to deliver—was proof enough that this wasn't an ordinary demand from the government.
"You have been selected to be a state-mandated spouse for Lance of the First Slash Clan."
You had heard of the Clan of the First Slash a couple of times here and there, mostly whenever they were on TV and being congratulated for aiding the republic's Adventurers' Guild for dealing with some high-class monsters, and Lance was their most talented mage.
At the time, you weren't able to ask questions or lightly joke and ask if this letter was really for you before the soldier was already walking away from your front door.
You had a week to prepare for the meeting and...today was the day. You had been told to wait in the lounge area about twenty minutes ago, and you were starting to believe you had already been declined without even setting eyes on your new husband. A rather embarrassing outcome that would've affected everything in your social life...but, thankfully, that wasn't the case as you heard the sound of boots descending down a staircase.
You took another sip of water for encouragement and good luck before standing. You smoothed out your clothes and put on your best polite smile, not too eager and not too fake, just in the middle. And when you finally landed eyes on Lance...you weren't able to stop yourself from blushing a little at how handsome he was.
The man was dressed almost like a prince from a storybook would be. Gold embroideries were lined in his clothing, and a long blue cape hung down from his shoulder. His red hair was nearly combed back, and within a second of laying eyes on you, a kind smile immediately brightened his features. "So you're my new spouse." He hummed.
You nodded your head. "I am." You responded. "And you...you're my new husband."
Lance chuckled softly as he continued to look you over. Originally, he was rather peeved about the republic suddenly saying that he needed a spouse. All for the sake of "continuing his lineage." He was in his prime; he thought he wouldn't have had to think about kids for a long while! But, while he had been proven wrong...he wasn't disappointed, now that he was looking at you.
To say that you were lovely would have been an understatement. However, he had to remember that there wasn't exactly any form of "genuine" romance in this marriage.
It was business on the republic's part, and you were the unfortunate winner of their attention. "I apologize that this situation isn't...exactly consensual," Lance said with a small bow of his head. "The republic has expectations of me, you're—"
"Just unlucky." You finished for him. You knew what this was. A state-mandated marriage—to be a state-mandated wife for someone who was affiliated with the government meant that you were really here just to have children and then be tossed to the side. You hadn't deluded yourself that there would be any real love here. "I know what this is." You said, holding back some of your words in an effort to not let all of your feelings spill out.
You had just met the man, and handsome as he was, along with his smile, you weren't going to be so easily lured into talking more than you should've and winding up finding yourself being beheaded nine months from now once the deed was over and completed! "Even still, I'm not some brute," Lance said as he slowly closed the distance between the two of you before he offered you his arm to loop yours with. "I'd...like to talk, at least for some time." You looked at his offered arm with a steady raise of your brow.
"Conversation before laying me in your bed? Such a gentleman." You joked.
Lance responded with a flirtatious smirk. "Unless you want to skip the conversation and get to the part where I make you forget your own name?" Your eyes widened at his blunt words, your cheeks threatening to catch on fire as you struggled to find your words while your body moved on its own accord to rest your hand on Lance's arm.
"Take your time responding. I intend to go slow so you can take and feel everything."
♡ - However, in the end...you hadn't needed to respond, much less give a proper response, once you were inside Lance's bedroom. When he had kissed you, the softness of his lips combined with the way he had looked at you as he slowly guided you backwards, closer and closer to the bed...you couldn't be blamed for being rather eager to be speared on his cock!
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the bedroom as Lance fucked you in a full nelson, his hot breath panting against your ear as your legs dangled uselessly in his hold, your cunt having little choice but to take his cock to the base with each thrust he delivered into your soaked cunt, your juices coating his cock and even beginning to drip down to his heavy ballsack that slapped against your ass with each movement.
Not that Lance minded the filthiness of your cunt, he almost worshipped it as he whispered praises and encouragement into your ear. "Yoba—you feel so good, princess..." He panted into your ear, his eyes firmly shut tight as he relished the feeling of your cunt tightly wrapped around his dick. You were so warm and wet, each thrust sending a rush of pleasure throughout his veins that threatened to make the poor man absolutely and hopelessly addicted to the feeling of you!
He almost forgot that this was an arranged marriage, dictated by the whims of the unforgiving Republic.
He hadn't planned to be a brute, much less the type of man that attempted to force you to do anything, although the Republic expected this union to ultimately produce a child...Lance was beginning to want something more.
You.
A child to signify your union was nice, but not as nice as you being by his side. "Don't tell me that you're already cockdrunk, princess...we've just started," Lance spoke to you once more, causing you to respond with a shuddery whine to let him know that you were still there.
More or less.
Your brain was struggling to keep up in the wake of Lance's thrusts and how they seemed to hit the perfect spot every. single. time. It was maddening, your fingernails scratching against Lance's thighs as you grounded yourself as best as you could in the wake of the mind-shattering pleasure that caused spit to dribble down from the corners of your lips and your eyes to nearly roll into the back of your head. "L-Lanceeee...!" You whined, eliciting a breathless laugh from your new husband.
"There you are—" He pressed another kiss to your cheek. "You almost had me worried, my dear." He added on teasingly before he slowly pulled out, to where only his tip was left inside you, before he slid back in as deep as he possibly could. His tip nearly kissed your cervix, causing you to whine from the addictive mixture of pleasure and pain. You found yourself getting lost in Lance's fast yet deep thrusts, his balls slapping against your sex each time that he sank in balls deep.
And Lance is absolutely lost in the way you sound when you whimper and whine.
Nothing would ever sound as good to his ears...never again. And the way that he could almost imagine the expression on your face. Cockdrunk and lost within the pleasure—a deep-bellied groan leaves his lips as he picks up the pace ever so slightly, his balls starting to draw up even closer to his body as he could feel his orgasm begin to build. A desperate noise leaving your lips and his simultaneously as he chased after you and his budding orgasms.
"Lance—! Oh fuckfuckfuck—" You felt as if you were going to pee. The knot in the pit of your stomach was growing so impossibly tight that you were almost scared that you were going to pass out from the pleasure. Not that Lance was intent on letting you do such a thing, as he continued to press kisses to your face. "Don't pass out yet, my love...I'm rather eager to see you—f-fuck...cum on my cock." His thrusts didn't falter, fucking you faster and faster until he got what he wanted.
You could only manage one last whiny cry of his name as your cum squirted out of your cunt, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as the feeling of your pussy tightening so much around his cock made Lance reach his high only seconds after you as he threw his head back with a tense grunt, his grip on your thighs tightening as he came inside of you, filling you up to the brink to where some of cum began to escape your cunt and dribble down the length of his dick and down onto the bed.
His pace faltered to a complete stop, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. As you did, your body twitching and shuddering in the process, you both climbed down from your respective highs. And in the meantime...if his thoughts weren't solid before this, they were now.
He couldn't let you go. The second that you both had recovered from your tryst, he'd court you properly.
AHHH LOOK AT HER <333 Queen Pak for the win 🙇♀️🙇♀️🙇♀️🙇♀️ 👑👑👑👑 (This is such a detailed and well done "Get To Know The Farmer" post too btw??? I love the lil inclusions of the junimos in her photo as well!)
I found your works and went down a rabbit hole for your sdv sebastian writing.... 💖 Could i request any length of writing for sebastian who finds out the farmer used to be a cosplayer before moving to the farm... 🫣👉👈 (preferably a male or gender neutral farmer.... Any amount.... 🥹👉👈)
OFC (I'll make the farmer male just 'cause I don't write from a male perspective a lot!) I'll be adding you to the list, anon <33
A-AND SORRY FOR HOW LONG IT TOOK FOR ME TO RESPOND ANON
