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a monster with a huge dick made specifically for breeding finding himself laying against the cold stone floor of his cave with his cock slapping against his tummy while you, so much smaller than him, fuck him like he was born to be fucked.

or a strong, athletic guy with a six pack and a long list of suitors who wanna be dicked down by him. he doesn't understand how he ended up this way, how the mouth he used only to speak and bark orders in the bedroom ended up being used to suck your cock. How he ended up as a cocksleeve to the puny little assistant he used to tease all the time. How his long, thick, and veiny cock ended up becoming completely useless. How he ended up whimpering and moaning when you would tease him about it. About how cutely it's flopping around as you fuck him. Or how cute it is to see him humping a pillow with such a huge cock.

no one expected a man who towers over everyone and could easily split a person in half if he wanted to be a submissive little cockslut. It was shocking to see the stark difference in his appearance and personality once the alcohol hit. you never even considered him to be your partner, you thought he preferred to give. but what he really wants is to be used. no one would've ever imagined that he'd be so good at sucking dick. or how amazing he looks when he's in subspace

Size doesn't matter to Leona Kingscholar.

You have a little bit more meat on your bones than 'average' — whatever that means — so what? To Leona, that's just more to love. Call him greedy all you want, but he wants every pound of you all to himself.

If he could, Leona would cling to you all day like a needy little kitten, but that would cramp his nonchalant persona, so he restrains the urge to do so as much as he can. Thankfully, you have no problem with being the overtly affectionate one in your relationship with the lion. At the end of the day, you both get what you want. Win-win, right?

Losing himself in you and your affection is probably Leona's favorite pastime. A nice nap while resting his head on your plush stomach and soft thighs is the closest thing to divinity he's ever experienced — especially when you decide to card your fingers through his hair while he dozes off.

The gentle scratch of your blunt nails against Leona's scalp and the warmth radiating off your very comfortable body is enough to lull him to sleep. Well, half-asleep. He's almost there, right in that sweet spot between unconscious and lucidity where he's aware enough to feel your touch, but too far gone to take in anything other than the pleasant sensation of your touch.

Even in this less-than-responsive state, Leona wants more of you. More of your touch, your love, your affection, and anything else you have to offer him. His greed is apparent in the way he nuzzles into your stomach. One hand grasps and squeezing a handful of the plump flesh like it's his own personal stress ball, his thumb absentmindedly tracing the line of a stretch mark he seems particularly fond of, while the other strays down to grip your thigh like it's the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.

You've called Leona out for his clinginess before, but he always denies and downplays how infatuated he is with you before throwing it back in your face and reversing the roles. To be fair, he's not wrong when he calls you the clingy one in this relationship, so it's not like you can really argue with him there. Yes, you're definitely clingy, but so is Leona — just to a slightly lesser degree.

"You're a real glutton, you know that, right?" The question is rhetorical, laced with teasing and sarcasm that you're sure will annoy your poor, half-asleep boyfriend to no end. If you're being held in a cuddle prison by Leona, then you're gonna get back at him by poking fun at him a bit. It's only fair, right?

"'m tryna sleep here. Be quiet, will ya?" Leona's grumbled complaints come out muffled against the fabric of your — well, technically his — shirt. Your teasing only makes him literally pull you closer in some vain attempt at retaliation. It's hard to tell where he ends, and you begin, but you both like it that way — even if Leona's too proud to admit as much.

"Oh, my apologies, you grace. Please forgive me for ruining his highness' beauty sleep."

"Really, 'beauty sleep'? I'm not Vil. I don't need beauty sleep."

"Ah, how humble. So you're just naturally beautiful then, is that it?"

An annoyed huff escapes Leona's lips as he raises his head to meet your gaze. Bleary green eyes stare you down like you're prey, which you technically are if you think about it. Unfortunately, you can't take the big, scary lion laying on you very seriously given how utterly adorable he looks right now.

"What're ya looking at, huh?"

"Ah, my bad. I just got lost in your eyes."

…

Pure, unadulterated disgust settles on Leona's features. So this is the dreaded 'ick' he's heard so much about.

"Please, for the love of the Seven, never say that shit ever again."

"Oh boooo, you know you like it."

Queue yet another groan from Leona. He won't admit that he does rather like your terribly cheesy compliments, but you're more than used to your lion's stubbornness by now. Well, he doesn't need to admit it for you to know the effect you have on him.

"Just shaddup and let me sleep." With that, Leona drops his head against your stomach once more, his eyes fluttering shut and essentially ending the conversation right then and there.

"Fine, fine, as you wish, your highness."

You're tempted to tease him some more, but you're not so cruel as to disturb Leona's sleep with your pestering any more than you already have. You're hands tangle in hair with practiced ease, your touch quickly pulling him back to the precipice of sleep once more.

Yet again, Leona finds himself lost in you. Here in your embrace, the rest of the world melts away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world. Whatever lies behind the confines of this room, this bed, doesn't matter to either of you. All that really matters is the comfort you've found in each other.

Even after Leona finally succumbs to the sweet allure of sleep, you find yourself admiring him. You can't help but press a series of kisses against the top of his head, whispering sweet words and praise that falls on deaf ears. Oh well, you'll just have to drown Leona in your kind words when he wakes up, which you certainly don't mind.

"Love you, Leona." The words taste familiar on your lips, saccharine, sweet and full of all the affection you have for the man lying atop you. There's a certain rush that comes with telling Leona that you love him, an exhilarating jolt that you still get to this day.

You don't expect a response, not from your very clearly asleep boyfriend, but it seems that your words do manage to find him even in sleep. Unconsciously or not, Leona shifts in his sleep, pulling you close and squeezing you tight like you're a teddy bear or something. Oh, you're definitely gonna make fun of him for this when he gets up, but for now, you'll his lay back and enjoy the moment.

Soon, sleep finds you too, dragging you into the depths of unconsciousness right alongside Leona. You don't register the lion's murmured confession as you slip into the land of dreams, but that's probably for the best. After all, Leona doesn't want to give you yet another thing to tease him about when you both wake up.

Despite your partner's many begrudging protests, the soft snoring that emanated from his position in your lap proved that this sleep was much needed. Pointy teeth peeked through Dottore's lips while his head rested on your shoulder, facing towards you with his arms snaked around your neck. Your own arms were wrapped around the doctor's waist comfortably, holding him close while he slept

Half an hour passed by before Dottore's snoring gradually faded into another sound. You had begun to drift off as well when the noise pulled you back to the waking world. It was hard to tell what exactly this new noise was, but eventually it became clear. It was a whine. Your partner was whining— and beginning to grind against you in your lap

The doctor's hips rolled against yours as a lewd — and rather loud — moan escaped from his lips, leaving you to blush and squirm underneath him, well aware that if this continued on you would get hard and slowly give in to your desires...

“Ah...y/n...y-yes, harder...” Dottore mumbled against your neck, calling out for you in his dreams, no doubt. Does this mean that his dream involved...you? Specifically, did it involve you fucking him? Your answers soon became clear when the doctor's hands unconsciously tangled in the hair near the nape of your neck, thrusting his hips more vigorously than before as he chased some feeling that the 'you' in his dreams caused

It was impossible to ignore the aching, wet feeling in between your legs now. With every sharp thrust against your lap, your dick grew harder and leaked more precum into your underwear. And clearly, your partner had the same issue; tilting your head down a bit, you noticed the growing wet spot on his pants as well. Dottore's own cock had been leaking the whole time, spilling into his underwear as they became stained with his sleepy lust

Carefully, you slid one arm in between your bodies and undid his belt buckle, slipping your hand down the front of his pants and stroking over the wet fabric. The action elicited a gutteral moan from Dottore, who began bucking his hips immediately. His sleepy mind could barely process the new sense of pleasure being administered to his stiff cock, humping your hand like a desperate puppy as you teased him

Letting one of your own needy moans slip out, you maneuvered your hand again and pushed it fully into Dottore's underwear, grabbing his drooling dick and stroking the shaft. “Yes...yes...gods yes...mmm y/n...” Came the doctor's wanton cries as you jerked him off languidly, hissing once your thumb found his slit and teased at the hole. His hips greedily chased your hand, fucking into your tight fist as more whorish sounds were breathed against your neck

“Mmm...good boy, Zandik. Such a cute whore even in your sleep.” You said, clutching the back of his shirt with your other hand. Groaning at how good his dick felt in your hand; slick and veiny and incredibly sensitive underneath your touch

Dottore's hips stuttered before stiffening while his cum painted the front of your shirt, squirting on his shirt a bit too. He always came so much, a little quirk that you found attractive and often used to tease him whenever you milked load after load out of him

After your partner settled down a little you began to squirm again. Even though he came minutes ago, he hasn't stopped humping you yet. Dottore's dick was semi-hard within your hand and making the hottest noises as he continued to fuck up into your cum-coated fist...but you hadn't cum once and it was starting to hurt...your baby's hot breath fanned against your neck with every moan and cry of your name and it was driving you fucking crazy

Surely the doctor wouldn't mind if you let go of his cock long enough to slip yours inside? He would probably love it if you used his sticky cum as lube to finger his hole before you pushed your own thick shaft inside and bounced him on your cock...

It was no secret that the eleventh harbinger, Tartaglia, had boundless stamina. It's one of the reasons why most fatuus would sweat and stammer an excuse whenever the young man asked for a sparring match. That and his terrifying strength, that is...

You were one of the few people that could keep up with that stamina, somewhat... Today just so happened to be one of those days where your match lasted long enough to wear Childe out to the point of exhaustion. Swiftly falling asleep in your lap after you suggested a rest. His eyes fluttering shut as his head laid back onto your shoulder

The comfortable silence that fell over the secluded area that you had fought in was nice after such a fierce fight. Childe's steady breathing nearly lulled you into a lovely nap as well— until a breathy moan came out of him, anyways

Quirking a brow at the unexpected noise, you stared at Childe's face as it scrunched up, opening his mouth to moan again but this time bucking his hips into the air. It was obvious what was happening; your partner was having a wet dream. Calling out your name as his hands unconsciously searched for yours, grasping at them until you helped lace your fingers together. Childe turned his head to the side, now breathing against your neck and arching his back. “Unf...y/n pleeeassee...more, harder...aah– ”

The harbinger's slutty moans caused your dick to twitch, stiffening under him as his hips wiggled and humped the air with more frequency. His hands squeezed yours tighter as he bit back a groan, thrusting upwards one more time and then stilling. A dark wet spot made itself visible in the middle of his pants; he had cum. Your partner just creamed his pants in your lap

You were forced to bite back some sound of your own at the realization, involuntarily thrusting your own hips as you searched for any friction. Childe's lewd scene had you too worked up to ignore it, so you decided to fix the problem that he has created

Trying to go slow and not wake him up, you discarded your partner's pants and boots, leaving him naked from the waist down. You freed your cock from its constraints, growling as the wet head rubbed against your underwear on the way out. The way your member nestled in between Childe's soft cheeks sent a shudder through your body— swallowing dryly, you rubbed against his hole for a minute, teasing both of you before you pushed inside

It was tight... deliciously so. The head of your dick barely fit inside, but you pushed in harder until it popped in. The stretch was what woke the harbinger up, gasping as his eyes snapped open. The burn was immediately noticeable before Childe even figured out what was happening or remembered where he was. “Ah-aah! Ouch...what is– Hey...c-comrade?” He whined, gazing up at you with those beautiful, confused eyes

“Shh, you already came...now it's my turn–” You groaned as your cock pushed farther inside, dragging along your partner's impossibly tight walls. You snaked one hand up and wrapped it around his throat, squeezing tightly and said, “You were...fuck...were grinding on me...felt really good, hah- Mmm take that fucking cock, Ajax—!! ”

He had no choice (not that he would've chosen anything other than this) except taking your fat cock as you thrust up into him, bouncing him in your lap while your heavy panting filled his ears. Childe's hands are laid over yours, digging in harshly as he accepts his situation. Whimpering like a slut while you abuse his hole repeatedly. Not that the harbinger wasn't enjoying this, of course. The dumb smile on his face was proof that he was grateful for this outcome

Tartaglia's naughty dream earned him the kind of fast-paced, desperate fucking that he always begs for. In return, his hole clenched around your dick and he let every last moan and cry fall out of his whore mouth

“Yes, yes, yes...fu-uuuck!! Yesyesyesyesyes—!! ” Childe blurted out, moving his hands down to grab your thighs, using them as leverage to bounce himself and take more of your cock. You responded by choking him even harder, growling right into his ear while your dick pressed on his prostate, which caused your partner's eyes to cross

“Gonna cum, baby? Go on, cum for me. Slut. ” You teased, squeezing the base of Childe's dick before jerking him off. The way his voice goes up an octave and his moans become broken and pathetic signals his incoming release, begging as if his life was on the line while your cock drills his pretty ass

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseyeahyeahyeahyeaaaaaahhhh—!! Fuuuuck yeeeaaahh—!! ” The harbinger cried, sinking down on your dick as it filled him completely, his own cock spraying another round of cum onto the ground as you milked him fucking dry