I dunno what’s so appealing to me about Ahegao expressions, but god I love the idea of Star making them during sex and when he climaxes.
dude i feel you so much
like, the idea of a man just completely fuckin losing it at your touch is just
for me tho it’s moaning
the thought of Ahk screaming my name is amazingggggg
Oh shit my dude, men moaning is fucking hot too. Like the entire idea of a man being brought to a driveling, wriggling, panting, moaning mess because of you is just… GHHHHHH good shit!
Especially if he’s a big beefy tough guy who could easily break someone in half.
You jump in your seat, startled by Sidon’s sudden appearance. You have to blink twice when you see what a mess he is.
He’s breathing heavy, open-mouth panting and tongue hanging out. His eyes, usually wide and bright, are dazed and half-lidded.
“You don’t look good,” you admit, lips set in a grimace as you stand up on your tiptoes to place a hand against his forehead. “You’re burning up,” you tell him, worry evident in your voice.
Sidon presses against your open palm, eyes closed and chest rumbling and scales sweltering hot against your skin. You call his name but he doesn’t respond; just nuzzles further into you as a sound between a purr and a growl rises from his throat.
“We need to take you to a doctor,” you tell him, pulling your hand away. He tries to follow after your hand but nearly loses his balance.
He blinks, shaking his head before answering you. “With all due respect, dearest, I don’t think a doctor can help me.”
“Why would you say…“ You trail off when you look down to see two erect cocks poking up from between Sidon’s legs, slick and leaking pre-cum. “Oh.”
“Dearest, I—“ he cuts himself off with a husky moan that forces his hips to buck forward. You watch as pre-cum bubbles up from the tips of both cocks, spilling down and dripping along the thick lengths of him. “Dearest, I need you,” he says through a mouth full of sharp teeth and a thick tongue. “Please,” he continues to beg, hips still rocking. “Please.”
You lick your lips, fully prepared to assist Sidon however he needs. After all, who are you to deny a prince?
this one is for all my chubby babes who sometimes feel insecure wearing something sexy, because you know what, you are sexy as fuck no matter what, so you better fucking WORK IT, HON. and i love you, muah
France:
When you come out of that bathroom in your beautiful lingerie set, Francis’ jaw just about fell off his face. He…He’s never seen anything so beautiful. Not even Paris at night could compare to this. You desperately wanted him to say something, but he just started. his mouth opening and closing. You felt the anxiety crawling up your spine. Did it look bad to him? Was your weight ruining the outfit for him? Maybe it was because some of your thighs were spilling out of the stockings…When you came back to reality, you noticed he wasn’t on the bed anymore. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt him nibble on your neck. “Mon amor, forgive me for what I am about to do to you, but I promise, while you may be marked up to the extremes and cannot walk, I will make sure you savour every moment of our time together.”
England:
Arthur’s dead, come back later. He’s frozen, face blank. You felt so confident in that outfit, like the queen you knew you were, but…that face made you think he was disgusted. Maybe you shouldn’t have gone with the lace, or anything at all, maybe he’s regretting the marriage, god, it hasn’t even been a whole night and you already ruined everything, why did you have to ruin it, it’s all because your too fat, too many stretch marks, to heavy, he’d never love you n- “A…Am I losing my mind? Am I seeing magical beings again? God, you look just like (Y/N), but I can’t be tempted-” “A-Arthur, what are you talking about, it is me.” Now, he reacted, his entire face turning red. “L-Love, good lord, you look absolutely…ravishing.” Boom. The way he looked at you and said that word gave you a huge boost. And you’d be damned if you weren’t doing to use that against him. So, what did you do? You put on that sexy facade you left the bathroom with and sat right on his lap. “If I look so good, then why don’t you enjoy it, Artie?”
America:
“Holy fuck, babe, you look so fucking hot, come here.” He’s just sitting on the bed, trying to get you to come to him. He was so ready to just touch every part of you and put a couple of bruises on your beautiful skin. However, you felt the opposite. You were really hype about it but then remembered that, maybe this wasn’t a good idea. If you went closer, he’d be able to see even more of your imperfections. At first you thought your muffin top really made the outfit look cute on you, but now it started to fade away. Alfie looked to handsome, and you? You looked like a beach whale. At least…that what you though. All it took was one good look and you could see how your outfit was…’affecting’ Alfred, if the tent in his boxers, the grabby hands he was making, and that childish whine he just made had anything to say. “Babe, I’m sorry but if you don’t hurry up, I’m going to fuck you on the floor, and I don’t think that’s ideal for our wedding night.”
Canada:
You already knew he was going to be flustered as hell. Like, no questions asked. …yet, when you entered the bedroom, you got no response. He was in the midst of taking off his suit jacket to lay it on the chair and he turned when he saw you enter. He looked you up and down several times, his eyebrows furrowed. Okaaaay, that’s not what you were mentally prepared for at all. You could already feel tears starting to well up in your eyes…he didn’t like it, he realized how fat and disgusting you were, didn’t he, you knew this would happen…Yet, something wasn’t right. You didn’t see disgust in his face at all. He face was too red, his eyes too lidded, and, oh god, was he fucking biting his lip?! Next thing you know, you were on the bed, underneath him, your hands pinned down either side of your head. “L-Listen, mon amor…I have been waiting for this all day…all day to have you to myself…all day to touch you the way I wanted to…and I am going to do just that. All. Night. Long.”
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