#herbs thoughts

pretty girl. 18+ mdni.

cw: DEAD DOVE. implied teacher x student (college au, reader is 18+), intoxication mildly, sleepy sex, degradation (he refers to reader as a flesh light), cigarettes, finger sucking, dom/soft dom dan, implied size kink. i think that’s everything? written in headcanon style so not my finest work, slight somno? breeding.

“whats the matter sweet thing? you look so sleepy”

“why don’t you come lay down on the couch with me?”

“oh my sleepy angel, c’mere, come sit on my lap”.

he has you on his lap, arms wrapped around your waist ‘cuddling you’ but you can feel his hard on poking against your leg the whole time. lifts you up and shushes you whilst he pulls your panties to the side “wearing a pretty skirt for me hm? i like it, makes your legs look pretty”.

“shhhh, sh, shh it’s okay, i’m gonna make you feel good baby, don’t worry” pushing the head of his fat dick into your cunt. you’re whimpering and eyes are half closed, burying your head in his shoulder and taking in his smell, like cigarettes and cheap aftershave. you can feel his skin sticking to yours and you lazily grab his shirt for stability and he fills you up to the hilt with his dick, shuddering and breathing through his teeth.

he’s using you as his own personal fleshlight, pulling you up and down over his dick, slowly, dragging it in and out of you, you’re whining around him but it feels so good and he’s so deep in you, you’ve never felt this full before.

“you’re taking me so fuckin good baby” he says between drags of a cigarette you don’t even remember him having, too hazy to take in anything but him. he just carries on, slow pace, using you for slow drawn out pleasure, in no rush, he has you all night.

you’re crying a little and he shushes you some more, cooing at you and …he offers his thumb to you, you’re suckling on it lightly, and he feels his heart swell up with greed and love and desperation for you “fuckin perfect you are…think i wanna keep you here all day and night, my pretty little human fleshlight huh?” and you’re nodding? why the fuck are you nodding, so blissed out, surrounded by dan and all his things, cigarette smoke in the air.

he stubs his cigarette out on a nearby ash tray, one thumb still in your mouth, using only his hips to press up into you, thigh muscles straining ever so slightly, your cunt is fluttering around his dick and the feeling is more intoxicating than any drug dan’s ever tried.

he’s pressing open mouth kisses along your jaw and neck, he takes his thumb out your mouth and kisses you, hand going between you to focus on your clit, nearly gasping when he finally realises how wet you are, and how much you’re enjoying being fucked apart by your history professor.

“god you’re such a filthy brat aren’t you?” and you nod lazily against him “mhm, i know you are baby, i know atta girl, just take what i give you”. his thumb swirling around your clit, achingly slow but you’re approaching your orgasm quickly regardless, hips bucking against his in an unnatural rhythm.

“want my cum princess? want me to fill up this pretty pussy?” he whispers into your ear, kissing you again soon after “you gotta squeeze my dick first baby, gonna fill you up but i want you to cum on my dick first”

you nod and whine, rolling your hips against his thumb and cock, feeling it hit you in all the perfect places and you cry, wet hot tears soaking his blue shirt, nuzzling into his neck, hearing him chuckle at how sweet you were being for him “almost there, doing so good for me baby”.

your whimper and nod, crashing over your high as you hear a harsh smirk in his voice “fuck there you go, oh god, so fucking good for me” he kisses your cheeks softly and you ride your high out on him.

he moves his hands now, gripping your waist and using your hole to fuck himself deep, “f-fuck” he stutters and you feel his heavy balls contract before he’s panting and filling you up with his cum, warm and sticky against you. “oh.. fuck baby…” he groans out, low and gruff “fucking hell… so fuckin good f’me” he mumbles into your hair as you whimper some more, making the prettiest sounds.

kinky!lars would give you whiplash tbh, he’d be so intense and it was like a switch was flipped. I feel like he’d be heavy into breath play and temperature play, especially with his touch aversion he’d love to blow cold air on you, all over.

i could especially see him dragging an ice cube down your stomach too, arms stretched out either side of your head eventually, pressing the ice between his lips and moving it over your nipples and between your lips.

he’d adore the little noises you would make underneath him, a little smirk as the ice melts more, “how is that sweetpea?” a usual nervousness in his voice disappearing and making him feel more confident with you. he would take you off guard, especially when it was fully his idea and something he had researched fully.

bump n grind | op81

eighteen plus / mdni

3:57am

he nuzzled his head into the side of your neck, tired cuddling turning into sleepy kissing along your jaw line and leaving open mouthed touches there, he moved back to look into your eyes, warm, veined hand coming up to rest on your neck.

“i missed you so much baby” he sighs out, bringing his lips to your own this time, melding them together like puzzle pieces. you give into the kiss, your tongue dancing with his now, soft whine leaving your lips as you lay beneath him.

“this weeks been hell without you, don’t leave me again” you say, after pulling away and he nods, knowing that wasn’t something he could control, but maybe the false promise would help.

his soft eyes meet yours and you pull his body closer to yours, rolling your body to meet his and feeling a semi hard forming between the both of you, he lets out a stunted groan and rolls back against you. both of you were far too tired to initiate anything more than clothed grinding, but at the angle you both were at, that didn’t seem to matter.

you moved some more this time, hand coming up to the nape of his neck, tangling in the curls that settle there, pulling on them slightly, earning another grind, oscar’s cock virtually pulsing in his boxers now.

you pull yourself away, looking down to see a small wet patch on his boxers, unsure which of you it had come from, the thin material of your panties weren’t doing much to cover the wetness you were dealing with. biting your lip, you bring your hips back together, seeing the pink tinge upon oscar’s cheeks, breathless and desperate.

you grind up again and he pushes back against you, breath hitching in his throat, hand coming down to rub small circles on your hips, soft touchers shares between you as you find near release in the confines of each other.

“you feel so good baby, i- i missed you so much” he rolls his hips at a quicker, more desperate pace now, bucking up against your clit at the perfect angle “fuck, that’s my good girl” he practically growls out at you and your eyes roll back at the praise, scratching his shoulders in a bid to ground yourself.

his thighs are between your legs, curled round eachother as he groans in your ear, nibbling on the soft skin of your neck, leaving marks behind. “so… so good, feel so…” he chokes out, vocal to you, knowing he was close and you move your hips to match his pace, your own orgasm building between the both of you.

his eyes widen and he nearly chokes out when he paints his boxers and your panties with his cum, your own climax closely following, heavy breaths between you and he drops his head, shaking in your arms, finding his strength and trying to regain his breath, sweat on both of your skin.

oh my GOD nonnie you’re so real… college professor lars 🤭 (i’m drunk rn if theres any spelling mistakes)

he would get so flustered over you asking him for help and his cheeks would get all pink.

he’d definitely be the type to tell you he’s “there whenever you need to talk”.

he’d be SO quick to respond to any emails you sent him.

I can see lars wearing the cutest ties to uni everyday and you know he’d stutter over his words when you told him how nice he looks (that’s a nice sweater!)

eigteen plus, mdni

hybrid!leon in a particularly brutal heat, who can't stop his hips from rocking into you time and time again, no matter how hard he tries to escape your scent he can't get enough of it and he buries his nose deeper still into your collar.

he thrusts sloppily over and over, willing himself to somehow get deeper each time and whining when he finds he couldn't physically get closer if he tried. his veined hands gripping the pillow behind your head, whining and fucking up into you, tip reaching the very head of your cervix.

"mph. fuck baby, you feel so fucking tight, this pussy is fucking gripping my cock so good, gonna fill you up till you're dripping with my cum," he leans by your ear and with a sharp thrust he says "and then I'm gonna fuck it back into you."

the feeling of his rough shirt pressed against your sensitive nipples, chaffing them in the best way possible, you were whimpering now, shaking from your third orgasm of the evening. Leon becoming more and more relentless as time grew on. his cock still painfully hard for him.

"you smell so good baby, i don't, you gotta be fucking ovulating, your hormones are fucking insane, can smell you half way down the street sweet girl" his head was warm, a ball of sweat washing down his cheek as he reached his high for the second time.

he shakes through his orgasm, overstimulated but somehow it wasn't enough, as he began to rutt again and again against you "I'm sorry baby,, i can't, i just can't stop, it hurts so bad to not be in you, I'm sorry sweet girl, I'm sorry I'm not myself" he shakes again and again and you stroke your hand against his warm, tear stained cheeks as he chokes out a moan when your legs lock around him. "it's okay lee, just, just use me"

mdni, eighteen plus only.