⤡ Book - Astarion comes across an interesting book and decides to share the knowledge with you. Quite literally.
⤡ Lockpicking - You ask Astarion to teach you how to lockpick and things get... out of hand.
⤡ Pointy Ears - You accidentally find just how sensitive Astarion is when it comes to a certain part of his bodyâŚ
⤡ Curiosity - Astarion wishes to satisfy his curiosity when it comes to breastfeeding... and comes up with a proposition that is mutually beneficial.
⤡ Oral Fixation - Astarion is quite sure you are going to drive him insane from how adorable and clueless you are when eating those juicy fruits around him... and he just has to do something about it.
⤡ Unexpected - Astarion has barely ever considered starting a family with you in the old-fashioned way, but an unexpected conversation might just trigger that urge.
⤡ Breathe - Astarion is more than eager to show you the perks of not breathing.
⤡ Questions - Your curiosity drives you to ask Astarion a very unexpected question, and he's more than happy to give you a proper reply.
⤡ Patience - You are too eager to ride Astarion, and he proposes a solution to your impatience. After all, experience is the best teacher and impatience its fiercest enemy.
⤡ Backfire - You should have known better than to make Astarion jealous, and now you are left to deal with the consequences.
⤡ Reading Session - Astarion walks in on you reading a rather suggestive book, and far be it from him to interrupt your learning process.Â
⤡Trance - Astarion is having a hard time trancing, and you offer to help him out in more ways than one.
⤡ Fever - You're running a fever, and Astarion offers to cool you down⌠only to make things a whole lot worse.
⤡ Everything - You're used to staying still whenever Astarion feeds on you. This time, he wants you to feel everything.
⤡ Comfortable - Astarion walks in on you in a rather compromising situation. Naturally, he offers to help, but then you ask him to promise you something that he was not expectingâŚ
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MIGUEL O'HARA
⍠18+:
⤡ Tension - Miguel walks in on you late at night doing something unexpected, which makes things really awkward afterwardsâŚ
⤡ For Science - There has been a rumour circulating in regards to Miguelâs venom. It has to be too far-fetched, right?
⤡ Intimacy - Lack of intimacy after childbirth can weigh a relationship down. Thankfully, Miguel always finds new ways to keep the spark alive.
⤡ Perfect Morning - Miguelâs definition of a perfect morning involves a comfortable bed and being buried deep inside you.
⤡ Comfort - Miguel has been having nightmares as of late and seeks a level of comfort only you can provide.
⤡ Breakfast in Bed - Miguel wakes you up to breakfast in bed.
⤡ Stress Relief - Peter B. Parker should know better than to swing by unannounced.
⤡ Sharing is Caring (I) - (II) - A mission has both Miguel and you sharing a room⌠what could possibly go wrong?
⤡ [COMPLETE] (0) Sweet Girl , (1) Frustration , (2) Suit Up , (3) Obsession , (4) Consequences , (5) Discovery , (6) Double-edged Sword , (7) Confession , (8) Devotion - Miguelâs desire for you has been taking a toll on him, and he really has no other optionâŚ
⤡ Second Intentions - Youâve been tense lately, and Miguel offers a massage. Quite thoughtful of him⌠except you know exactly why.
⤡ Tracking - You find out Miguel has been tracking something that concerns you⌠and him.
⤡ Gentle - Miguel shows you how gentle he can be during your pregnancy and how worthy you are of it.
⤡ Backfire - The math is simple: you make Miguel jealous + push him past his breaking point = hot rough sex. Too bad Miguel doesnât do simple.
⤡ Side Effect - Miguel has been acting off lately and you find out why⌠the hard way.
⤡ Stubborn - As far as youâre concerned, you just want to stay in bed all day, admiring Miguelâs glorious chest.
￟⍠Fluff/Comedy/Comfort/Hurt/Angst/Misc:
⤡ Memories - You are ready to tell Miguel he is going to be a father⌠but he isnât.
⤡ Revelations - Miguel asks you to keep a secret, so naturally everyone is about to find out.
⤡ Solution - Period cramps always leave you feeling miserable, so Miguel offers a solution.
⤡ Tiny Spider - Your daughter has a few questions, and you suspect Miguel might just open a portal to another dimension.
⤡ Another Chance - You go into labour and all you know is that you need Miguel more than ever.
⤡ Broken - You wonder if Miguel is broken beyond repair, because he surely believes that.
⤡ Family - Miguel is a natural when it comes to being a father.
⤡ A Series of Firsts - You and Miguel are ready to become parents and you must now go through a series of firsts together.
⤡ Appreciation - Miguel catches you staring at a very specific part of his bodyâŚ
Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Size kink (seriously, donât read if you hate big dicks / disgusting descriptions) Penis and pussy pronouns. Virginity loss. Age gap. Praise kink. Daddy kink. Joel âhung like a fucking horseâ Miller is a soft dom and also a good teacher. Competence kink (?)
Note: Somebody made a fic challenge to use penis pronouns, and I canât for the life of me remember who it was. If yâall find them please show them this and tell them I love their brain đŤ
Update: @sp00kymulderr youâre a legend for this. Dick pronouns are engrained in my brain, and Iâm forever grateful.
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This wasnât the life Joel Miller had pictured for himself.
The dead coming back to roam the world and eradicate most of its population, for one. The cold. Finding his baby brother way out here in Wyoming with a wife and a child on the way. The looks he was getting these days. Itâs not like heâd asked to get mixed up with a girl your age. It just happened. And since damn near every-fucking-thing that had âhappenedâ to him since outbreak day fifteen years back had been bottom of the barrel, full-blown nightmare territory, the second he saw a good thing fumble across his path, heâd seized itâyou.
You, who were young enough to be his daughter.
You, whoâd never seen a man fully before meeting him.
You, who hadnât squeezed so much as a finger in herself.
But much like his past, Joel Miller was a sordid and sick kind of man, and he had the cock to prove it: presently weeping precum at the site of your softest, tightest hole, smearing the pearly-white slick through your folds with a sound so sweet it was nauseating. Begging for entrance.
âOughta have a boy your age pop your cherry, kid.â
It was simple.
âAinât right havinâ a man my age all in your guts.â
And true.
The head of his cock made another wet, sickening noise through your folds, and as though instigated by the sound, your eyes flitted to the source. You smiled.
âProbably. But I want you,â you answered. Soft.
Joel got harder, and he hadnât thought that was possible. His gaze joined yours, and the sight nearly finished him.
Beneath him, your legs had spread wider, showcasing that perfectly glistening seam alongside the head of his cock. He looked huge. Or you looked small. Or perhaps it was both, and he was old, and he really shouldnât be doing this at all, but then his hips stuttered a bit and his length pushed in. Joel hissed and seized the headboard.
It wouldnât even go in. The tip just stretched the rim.
âBaby, fuckââ Joel whimpered.
âHeâs so big.â
Three little words from your lips, and it almost did him in.
Again.
You wriggled your hips and flashed another happy grin.
âHe wants in, daddy. I can feel him pulsinâ like I am.â
You volleyed a look up to Joel as if to say, âSo that means weâre ready, right? Will you let me have him?â
And, strangled by guilt as he was, Joel couldnât resist.
He let his big, bulbous, leaking head sink in the tiniest bit, and he let out a groan. Your walls were so tight. This was him, tooâhis tip was oversized, just like the rest of himâand when it notched in an inch, Joel could see the pain flash quick in your eyes. His hips moved to retreat.
But then your heels were lifting and digging in his ass, and though strained, your voice made it out, weakly:
âDonât, daddy. I want him.â
Joel couldnât dream of refusing.
And his vision blurred more at that word, him.
âI-I know. He wants you too, babyââ
Another quarter-inch.
ââso, so bad.â
âDaddy!â
Joel had to blink to try and wake from his daze. His tip was so warm, hugged so perfect and snug and wet, that he didnât even realize that was all that fit. He was stuck.
You whimpered again.
ââSâtoo big, daddy. Just make him go in.â
Your eyes rolled with indignation and overwhelming pleasure alike, and your hips squirmed again. This time, you tried to nudge him in deeper, but your body simply wouldnât budge; youâd reached the widest part of him.
âHoney, itâsââ
âHurtinâ! I need you inside me.â you cried, impatient.
âJust takes a little time to get there, darlinâââ
âWell, get to it, then. A tip ainât enough.â
Joelâs face flushed. He mightâve been forced to bite back a laugh under any other circumstances, but this was your virginity. His bed. Your naked bodies, together, tonight.
He wasnât about to rush it now and fuck everything up.
âThis tipâs about to paint your pretty insides white and make you wait til next week to try again if you keep it up.â
That made you go still.
You shook your head while Joel released the headboard from his grip and took your hip in it instead. He grunted.
âSweet pea, you gotta seeââ he resumed, voice low, ââit wonât feel good for you or me if I justâŚpush right in.â
You sighed, feeling his hold tighten.
âTongue and fingers only do so much. You gotta learn.â
You whined, digging your feet in deeper when his tip drew back to your entrance. Looking a bit squeamish.
âBe braveâŚand patient for me.â
From the look in your eyes, Joel could tell you probably hated him right now. That was just fine. He adjusted his hips to a more comfortable place, and then he pinched your hip bone. He nudged you back, and he let you wait.
Then, right when you opened your mouth, he sank in.
Joel thrusted with only his tip, the size of a small lime, and he fucked your hole gently. Back and forth. Shallow.
It did enough. You squeezed both his forearms.
âOh, daddy.â Your bottom lip trembled as you said it.
With his free hand, Joel smoothed your hair back.
âYeah, what is it, baby?â he murmured, dulcet as ever, âThought you said the tip ainât enough for you, sugar.â
His words came slow. His strokes were delivered quick, though tenderly. Your brain appeared to be in a fog, or a trance, as your chin dipped down toward your chest, and you watched him breach the first inch of you repeatedly.
âCurious little thing.â Joel couldnât fight the chuckle now.
âHeâs soâŚâ you trailed off.
You squeezed his arms, and he squeezed your hip back. He let you watch him fuck you with only his tip, and when your head began to tilt back from the strain, he reached up with his other hand and held the back of your neck. He felt you clench at that, and you both groaned.
âSoâŚbig,â you finished, eyes glazed.
âI know.â
This went on for the longest time: Joel stretching the first precious inch of your pussy with the head of himself, you watching and breathing deeply, whimpering occasionally, and him holding at the nape of your neck like a softer touch might lose you to him forever. Was this teaching? When you clenched again, he reckoned it was.
âThatâs it, honey. Watch her swallow me.â
âStretches real pretty for the tip, doesnât she?â
âBet she canât even fit another inch of this cock.â
Suddenly, your head was jerking up under his hold.
Eyes flaring with a hot, juvenile kind of anger: âI can!â
Joel clicked his tongue against the backs of his teeth and pretended not to hear. He also had to feign indifference when your walls tightened and all but choked his head and a wave of new pleasure surged up through his body.
âShe can, Joel, Iâm serious!â
Another two seconds of this and Joel sensed he might see tears. Though his gaze had trailed up to yours, and the look in his appeared stern, deep down, he was just as quick to want to cave. He just hid it better than you did.
âYou think so, sweet pea?â
âI know so. I need it.â
âNeed him?â
âY-Yes.â
How sweet you seemed. How naive you must be.
Joel mightâve been mean, but he wasnât cruel. He also liked teaching lessons as much as he enjoyed showing you the way, so in the next second, he obliged. He took the last shallow thrust of his tip and sank into your cunt.
As he filled you, you whined. It only took an inch or two.
âDa-a-ddy. Please.â
You mustâve been begging for lenience. Joel retreated.
Then, much to the manâs surprise, you kicked your feet. Not in relief but in protest, shaking your head up at him:
âPut him back. Please. D-Deeper.â
It was as though Joelâs brain had exited through the back of his head and all rational thought escaped him, for the moment. The only voice he heard was yours. It was pleading. And in between your legs, you were soaked.
So drenched to allow him another inch. Then another. Then another. Joel fucked in gently and felt a seismic wave of pleasure seize his limbsâand likely yours, as well. It was as though in two blinks, youâd forgotten the pain altogether. You were suffused with need instead, eyes wincing and lips curling and sounds leaving your throat like an animal in heat. Want him deeper, please.
Joel sawed back and forth with just those five or so inches and made you writhe underneath him. Felt you clamp down on his thick, slippery cock and heard the remnants of your shared arousal making sounds as your body accepted him. Stretching wider. Getting wetter. Bringing him closer to the edge with every breath.
âSheâs doinââŚso good fâme,â Joel told you, brainless.
His thumb drifted to your clit. He rubbed it gently. No sooner had he finished the first circle around that nub when your hips were stirring againâthis time incensed.
âDaddy.â
âI know, baby. I know.â
Joel kissed the top of your head, thumb insistent. When his eyes met yours, he was surprised to find them wet this time. Tears pooling and streaking down to your temples while your body bounced gently beneath his thrusts. A whimper trembled out, and Joel slowed.
He could tell from that look you didnât want him to stop, though. It just felt so good. So, instead of dropping his pace too much, Joel cupped your chin in one hand, and with the other, he kept thumbing at your clit. Humming.
âPoor thingâs never had something this big in âer, huh?â
You shook your head. Cried a little more.
Joel kissed the tears on one side, lips smiling as he did.
âI can tell, baby. But sheâs taking it so well.â
âY-Yeah?â
His hips sped up a little. The thrusts were still shallower than they normally would be, given your state, but they seemed to be working well enough. You winced again.
Joel kissed the other side of your face to take more tears.
âUh-huh,â he answered, âOpeninâ up real nice for daddy.â
It was like his words worked as well as his thumb on your clit. You whimpered again, lips parting a little wider now, and the sound that came out was as desperate and feverish and fuck-drunk as Joel had ever heard it.
âS-Say it again,â you pleaded.
âSay what?â
âThat heâsâŚstretchinâ me open. Makinâ me his.â
The soft, slick resonance between your body and his seemed to amplify even moreâyou were getting wetter, and Joelâs thrusts all but shook the bed with their force.
His eyes darkened when he felt you tighten again.
âYeah? You like hearinâ all the filthy fuckinâ things your daddyâs doing? The way heâs breakinâ you in for him?â
You nodded. Your throat constricted with a moan.
And, just when a fresh set of tears seemed to be close on the horizon, Joel lowered himself to you. He held you to his chest, hips working relentlessly, and he watched your face screw up in pleasure. A trace of pain surfaced again, but it was soothed with a kiss. Joel grinned against you.
Between your thighs, his cock was throbbing with a feeling just as big. He knew he couldnât keep this up much longer. Hurting and aching and needing as you were, he had to make sure that you would cum first.
When his cock grazed a fleshy, sensitive patch inside your walls, he knew it wouldnât take much. He went on:
âCâmon, sugar. Daddyâs split you open on his cock so nice, least you can do is cum for him. Can you do that?â
His nose brushed yours. His thrusts sped up. You nodded, quickly, and when he shifted in the bed with his thumb still on your clit and his lips and his stubble grazing your mouth with every push of himself, he felt it.
It was a small pulse, at first.
Joel thought you might be adjustingâclenchingâagain, when the lips that were trembling against his own parted more. Your arms wound around his neck, and suddenly the throb of your walls around his member got tighter and tighter and tighter. One more second and your cunt mightâve squeezed the hot, sticky seed right out of his body and flooded your insides with it, but then came release. The âoâ of your mouth let out a shriek, at last, and your body went soft around him, beneath him, whining in turn, âDaddy, daddy, pleaseâ while the muscles once taut and unflinching gave him reprieve. Fluttering repeatedly.
Joel fucked you through it. He talked you through it.
He stroked your hair, and he held you tight. Called you his sweetheart, pretty thing, perfect girl, youâre doinâ so good fâme. Keep going. Thatâs right, cum all over daddy. He told you to take what you needed, and without another word, he felt just that. Your cunt spasmed around him, and you consumed every inch he gave and drank every drop of spend shooting out in thick spurts.
You fell boneless on the bed when all was said and done.
You looked happy, and that made Joel even happier.
He stroked your cheek, and you leaned into it, clearly drained while your gaze held his in a weak sort of look.
It was soft. Loving, even. It couldâve been romantic.
Then Joelâs hand slipped down to the nape of your neck again. Your muscles were limp, like all the rest of you, but somehow, he was able to hold you up. Tilt your chin a bit.
Make you peer down between your shaking legs, where his cock was still sheathed inside youâpartly, anyway.
Your eyes widened. Joel grinned.
âYou did great, baby. Ready for the other half of him?â
can yâall believe this image is what inspired this fic HA
These hands that hold me, those eyes that gaze upon me⌠will see yet another new, uncharted world. I donât want you to think I only see whatâs around me, so I wonât say it to you, but Iâve even fallen in love with looking up at your face like this. Every expression you show me drenches me in a shower of light. On this day, February 21st, our worlds came together as one.
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