Can we talk about breeding kink Sid?? like how he would continue to fuck you after he came to make sure it stuck? then he would push it back in with his fingers when iâm started to escape your cunt. all sticky and hot with his cum but you donât seem to care
we can absolutely talk about breeding kink sid. smut below the cutttt
i imagine you'd be on the couch on a rare day off you share (maybe coming off a hard loss of sid's, getting his existential feelings going. he's thinking about what really matters to him. and kinda thinking about teaching a little one to skate.), and he's been quiet until, out of the blue, he's like "we could have a baby. we could definitely have a baby, right now.".
and you're a little taken aback, because it's always been on the horizon but both your careers have come first since forever, so you're a bit like "i thought you wanted to time it for the offseason?" and he scoffs like youâve said something ridiculous, says âyouâre always talking about how you donât want our child to be a lion-zodiac-whatever-sign. so letâs just do it.â.
and youâre laughing, correcting him, but he crawls over to you on his knees and guides your hand to his sweats where heâs hot, already half hard, asking âdo you wanna do it? âcause iâm tired of waiting. just wanna have a baby with you. wanna put a baby in you.â
it only takes a smiley nod of your head, your overexcited thoughts buzzing, for him to pull your hips out from underneath you and yank your shorts off, run his fingertips along your slit, over your panties, wetness already threatening to soak through. he pushes a hand beneath your underwear and presses one finger inside, smiling at the way your mouth drops in a sigh, asking âyou ready to feel me, here?â another finger, âyouâre gonna be stuffed so full... gâna knock you up.â
and god, does he fill you up. hard grip on your legs to hold you open when he comes, flooding deep and searing hot up against your tender little cervix in time with your own orgasm, your needy cunt seizing around him. the hard lines of his taut body strain against your hands as you grasp his arms, his muscles shaking as he fucks a few more thorough strokes into you, groaning lowly something about âmakinâ sure it sticks.â that makes your head spin.
he pulls out slowly, smiling a little, eyes trained on your sensitive cunt, how his load gushes out as your body clenches, missing the feel of his thick cock. without thought, his hands wander, chasing the flow of his cum, scooping it up and positioning himself obscenely between your thighs so he can watch as he fucks your hole with his messy, creamy fingers, thumbing over your hard little clit until you orgasm once more, really making sure it sticks.
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I saw Best friends dad with Sid and I like but Iâll raise you oneâŠ.neighbors daughter with Sid đ„”đ„”đ„”đ„”
It starts off innocent, like he just makes sure youâre okay after a breakup with some absolute asshole that he witnessed from the backyard and he assured you thereâs good men out there but he really means him and he knows heâs aging and that youâre here on vacation from college but he canât help but look at you and just imagine you in his bed. Heâs held the lust in for the last year or so and itâs killing him
NEIGHBOUR!SID SO FUCKING TRUE
like you're so bright and bold, he doesn't really know what to make of you but he's into it. iâm thinking like, maybe he shared dinner with your family, one time, when he was new to the neighbourhood, right before you left for college, and if he noticed the skimpy little skirt you wore to dinner, he pushed it from his mind âcause of the circumstances. but through covid youâre back around, coming and going and doing an awful lot of laying out in the sun and going on runs and lounging in the backyard, and sid notices. and shit, you notice the same from him, but thereâs a distance there until one night, youâre crying on the phone on your patio and sid only hears your sniffles for a moment as he lets his dog out but heâs inviting you over, offering you a beer.Â
and itâs innocent: heâs given you stupidly sound relationship advice, so youâre kinda friends, but the distance is closing, now. soon youâre dropping by with cold-pressed juices after your runs âcause âyouâre into that healthy shit, right, sid?â and youâre laughing as he bites his tongue, tries to enjoy them. and youâre offering to watch his dog while he runs errands, as though she needs a dogsitter for just a couple hours, but sidâs agreeing, cause he likes the excuse to talk to you.Â
gradually, the innocence is falling, though. you know the sun hits his yard just right after four p.m., so you ask sid if you can lay out, read a book in the warmth with the straps of your tank top pulled down. after the fourth day of that, the tank topâs a bikini top and cut-offs, and sid has to stay inside, take a cold shower and forget youâre out there. then, sidâs letting you use his home gym and your little biker shorts are getting shorter by the day: you wanna see how long itâll be before he calls you out on it, and sid wants to see how long itâll be before youâre rocking up in a fuckinâ thong, or something.
and the tension reaches its crescendo when you do just that. your family's pool is being cleaned and you've been laying out one afternoon and youâre calling âmind if i come swim?â over to sid on his patio, coming through his side gate before he responds. the bikini youâre wearing is obscene: tiny and all string and it could kill him, he thinks. you have got to be doing this on purpose.Â
so, when he finds you inside, hunting for a glass in his cabinets, bent over like youâre putting on a fuckinâ show, sid canât really help but take a risk, canât help but clear his throat behind you, press up against you when you donât move. manhandle you over the counter when you fucking laugh. asking âdo you wear shit like this for everyone, or is it just me?â and when you feign innocence, glance over your shoulder with wide, puppy-dog eyes just to lie: âi have no idea what you mean, siddy.â, sid scoffs and rips your bikini top down, putting you on show properly for him like the slut you are.
also this entire AU hinges on the fact ur a spoiled brat and he needs to put you in your place. duh.
Iâm back. To convince you to write about Jack Hughes. Imagine playing strip ping pong with him.
mm okay this is fun actually cause bratty jack being a sore loser? yeah. yeah. keeping with what weâve spoken abt w jack: strip ping pong but youâre taking your shirt off immediately. and heâs trying to like avert his eyes like âwhy the fuck would you do thatâ and you act oblivious like âyou took your top off baby i was matching u :/ i cannot imagine why ur being weird about thisâ and you both keep playing but now heâs distracted and losing painfully and when it gets to his jeans heâs getting huffy about how he doesnât wanna play anymore, and this isnât fair, and heâs booking it upstairs to his bedroom, telling you âgod, youâre so fucking annoying.â when you laugh at him.
and you do feel kinda bad, getting him all flustered, so you follow him up and heâs already shut the door but you swear you can hear it, the laboured breathing and maybe the swipe of his hand on slick skin. for all the teasing you do to him, something about this, how explicit it feels, heats your face beyond belief, goes straight to your pussy, and youâre sincere in asking âare you okay, jacky?â with your head leant against the door, listening. kinda hoping heâll invite you in.
the way he says âfuck off.â is choked, painfully obvious, even moreso when he caps it with âiâm busy.â. and just like that, your sencerity is gone, and if jack could see your pleased little smile, heâd lose it on the spot.
(he does lose it on the spot when you chide âi won the game. shouldnât you be getting me off, right now?â)
i want matty tkachuk to rail me till i canât walk the next day đđ
this feels SO real cause i KNOW that man is flipping you every which way, not a spare thought for what it's doing to your muscles (and it feels good, anyway. he's so overexcited, can only think about getting as deep as possible, hitting as hard as possible, so missionary would quickly turn to your knees pressed into your chest, then you rolled onto your side, your right leg hooked over matty's right shoulder: it'd be awkward if he weren't fuckin' battering your gspot, pinning your hips with his hands and pressing you so hard into the mattress you feel the springs against your spine every time his cock butts against your cervix.)
also he's sweet and doting in the morning when you're throbbing and walking funny, but he's equally teasing. "this is your fault." you'd say, stood on shaky legs, taking the paracetamol he'd bought in for the dull ache in your muscles.
but matthew would only heave a laugh at that, toss his head back and pitch up his voice girlishly to mock "harder, matty, fuck me harder," leaving you beet red and whining "i don't sound like that!". but matthew's got an answer for everything, bickering like it's his day job: "trust me, baby, i know what you sound like. hear that shit all the time."
All I can think abt is cockwarming monster cock cale makar..đ« đ« đ« lil tummy bulge and a blushy cale (where do I sign lmao)
no i can barely form a coherent thought on this, just like. the hitched breathing and whimpers when he sinks all the way in, âshhh, good girl, youâve got it, youâre okay, god you feel good,â, coddling you into his chest and stilling your hips with one hand so you donât move on him. both your whiny gasps when he rocks in and out, just a little, enough to spread your slick, then halts his movement again. the contrast of the initial stretch and itâs overwhelming pleasure-pain, and the gentleness of his hand gripping your thigh where it sits over his hip. âjust a little longer, gna be so soft and wet when i fuck you. doinâ so good for me,â while stroking your hair after the quiet talks meant to distract you from the pleasure finally turn into you begging him to fuck you properly. his blushy shyness shifting into a quiet pride as he realises how worked up youâre getting, mouthing barely-there hickeys at his flushed chest as he pushes a hand down between your tight bodies, thumbs over the little swell right above your pubic bone and groans at how you take him, and heâs breathless, even when he resorts to teasing you again: âyâfeel me here? bet we could see it from the outside if i fucked you right now. dâyou wanna find out?â
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all i can think abt is quinn hughes beard burn . especially when he lets it grow up like he sometimes does đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ«
oh this + the fact i feel like quinn's prob really into making out. pulling away with that hot tingly feeling before the burn to bitch at him a little, quinn stopping to run fingers over ur cheeks, playfully pinch and stretch the skin like he's examining it, telling you it "looks fine to him :)" before tryna kiss you more. ducking it only for him to whine into ur shoulder, make a real show of mouthing under ur neckline and raking his teeth along your skin like an asshole, muffled mouth tight against you as he asks whether you'd "prefer the burn on your face or your neck?" (purposely leaving himself wide open to be told between your thighs, obviously. his ideal outcome.)
matt martin having a younger gf... calling him daddy... other isles guys chirping him/hitting on her for fun... posessive marty...
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(also i adored ur grubi blurb!! you are amazing,thank you!!)
i'm obsessed with this. a liiiittle mean dom marty under the cut <3
the daddy thing definitely starts as a joke, a nickname because neither of you are naĂŻve to the age gap, (youâre still a grown adult and itâs a maturely discussed dynamic), but you know how it looks, especially when he acts like that, a little like a sugar daddy. maybe like, one time youâre getting ready to go out, you make a dumb comment, meaningless: âyou look like my daddy.â when heâs all suit and tie and youâre in something silken and flashy, and heâs behind you in the mirror, a hand teasing, crawling up your throat with his mouth to your temple like âi am your daddy.â and you laugh, then, need to get out to the car and make some important event. but daddy falls from your mouth when heâs got a hand pushed up under the slit in the leg of your dress in the elevator after the event, and he definitely doesnât stop the name. maybe he shoves two fingers knuckles-deep in you at it in this stupid hotel elevator, idk!Â
and daddy definitely weasels its way out of the bedroom, too. makes his friends choke on their meals when you chime âdaddy, pass the dressing?â at dinner, because itâs still a bit of a joke to you, in this context, and itâs kinda just a nickname, now, but the younger guys, especially? definitely taking that thought home with them.
speaking of his boys: feel like marty lets them talk. likes to watch them run their mouths and drool over you, buy you drinks and make snide comments: âwhen marty gets too old to keep up with you, yâknow where to find me.â because martyâs an asshole, showy and confident above all else, and, as long as youâre comfortable, he likes having what others want. more than anything, he likes having an excuse to turn around and sip on that drink one of his boys bought you, himself, in front of whoeverâs tab it was on. and he really likes having an excuse to feel you up, a little, catch the younger men gawking. let his hands skate just a little too high up your leg in plain sight, grab at your ass, maybe. take your jaw in his strong hands and tongue kiss you like you donât know there are mouths gaping, people gasping over it, how obviously lewd it is.
so that harsh possessiveness only really comes out once matt gets you alone, three fingers deep in you and youâre even not allowed to properly moan, much less come until youâve coherently told him, no stutters or stammers: youâre his sweetheart. barzy could never make you feel like this, youâd never beg like a slut for beau. youâre daddyâs girl, daddyâs little fucktoy. and, if you canât choke out the words just how he wants you too? well, marty can be a little mean. maybe heâll call up barzy or beau. maybe anders, if heâs feeling real cruel. put them on facetime, point the camera at you, your wrecked face, mascara everywhere, fucked out and you havenât even started yet. heâll make you tell it to their faces.
i wanna hate fuck matty tkachuk so bad. Like i literally can't stand that man but i would let him do anything to me lol i think its his cocky attitude that does it for me...
matty x brother's best friend who he "hates"? please ????
he's got this very specific energy where it's like. he'd choke you and you'd choke him back. manhandle you and get off on you trying to push him around, too (maybe let you, sometimes: play wrestle with you and let you think you're winning for a sec before he's got you pinned down telling you to "shut up and take it,".
and you could've have his head between your thighs for hours. you could be mid-orgasm on his fuckin fingers for the fourth time that night: it doesn't matter how good he makes you feel. your moaned words always sound something like "fuck you," or "god, shut up,".)
(maybe he's got this internal little goal to make you say his name, though. just one time. he thinks it'd be the greatest thing ever, maybe.)