#hopefully no one spreads these around while I’m gone 💕💕💕

[inferiorvixen]

I got some requests for more tit pics and I’ll be signing out for a little while so enjoy this one for the road 😘

[scoobywrites690]

Was going to reread your fics and saw that you are looking for an idea… the airline freaking lost my luggage and it’s day 5 with no news and it sucks ass.

ANYWAYS what if reader also lost her luggage while she’s visiting johnny (pre relationship or maybe they’re just “friends”) and he goes feral seeing her in his clothes?

I’m so sorry that they lost your luggage and that they still can’t find it. Hopefully you get it back, I’m routing for you and your luggage 🤞🏻💕

Anyway though, this request is scrumptious. I love it. In my eyes Johnny’s a bit feral when it comes to anything to do with his partner/crush but you in his clothes 😫 you’re gonna kill the man.

(Btw I don’t really know how the airline deal with lost luggage so I’m not sure how they tell you I’m just making it up as I go)

Johnny seeing you in his clothes🤭

With the airline losing your luggage as well as multiple other people’s, your annual stay at Johnnys is almost a disaster. But it’s salvaged by the few clothes in your carryon and some of Johnnys old clothes that are a bit snug on him now.

Even though Johnny said it was fine for you to wear as many as you need, you still didn’t want to ransack his drawers. Trying to hold off as long as possible but, it came to the point where you couldn’t keep spraying your clothes down with perfume to mask that they’ve been worn more than once.

So, you gathered up the few worn pieces you had, threw them in the washer and wandered into Johnny’s room to find something to wear. Wandering around in just your underwear was fine at the moment as Johnny had gone to grab some snacks as you were planning to have some sort of movie night together.

Digging through his drawers has you pulling out a T-shirt that you pull over your head, the fabric stopping just at the tops of your thighs. Continuing your search for something for your bottom half.

“Fuck me, lass” is all you heard from the doorway of Johnny's bedroom. And there stands Johnny frozen still in the doorway, with his eyes wide looking like they’re about to pop out his head. As you stand in his room with nothing but an oversized T-shirt on and your lace panties slightly peaking out from the bottom.

"What are ya tryna kill me?" Johnny questions as you scramble around trying to cover yourself.

"I'm so sorry, Johnny" You stamper out "I didn't think you'd be back yet" You explain.

"It's alright, don't apologise. Just cover yourself up I'm beggin ya" Johnny says his voiced sounding strained as adverts his eyes. an obvious tent forming in his trousers.

"You okay Johnny?" You ask a teasing tone to your voice, deciding then and there that you'd test the waters a bit.

"I'm fine" he says almost sounding strained as he continues to look anywhere but at you. refusing to meet your gaze

"Johnny" You say taking a step towards him "I think you've got a problem" You say trying to hold in your laugh as you point to the raging hard on.

"Fuck, yes I know" Johnny's says, his face twisting up into one that could be described as pain "And you're not helping right now lass. Standing there in nothing but my shirt and those sexy little panties, fuck me it's like you're tryna kill me" Johnny says frustration lacing his voice.

You're not sure how it happened. It was all very much a blur but next thing you know you're on the bed, legs spread out wide showing off your pretty little cunt to johnny. He doesn't waste any time before he's diving in for a taste of the things he's been craving.

His tongue instantly glides in between your folds lapping at your sweet sweet juices. his mouth latching onto your clit has your hips jerking up at the sudden sensation. Strong burly arms wrapping around the tops of your thighs soon have that problem sorted, locking you in place so you can't wiggle away from him.

His chin most definitely dripping in a layer of your slick, but that doesn't stop him. he continues his assault. his fingers are able to slide into you so easily. pumping your poor little pussy until your squeezing around his fingers as your orgasm comes crashing down.

But he doesn't let you recover, not even wasting a second before he's pushing your legs back. knees pressed to your chest as he's sliding his tip past the entrance of your weeping hole. a sharp hiss leaving his mouth at the sudden warmth and tightness that engulfs his aching cock.

Hands coming down on either side of your head as he pushes himself down on top of you, folding you in half has him bottoming out inside of you.

"Fuck me, lass" Johnny says through gritted teeth as he pulls his hips back before snapping them back into you, his cock ramming deep inside your pussy.

"If I had known you'd have looked so good in my clothes. I would have had you in them ages ago" Johnny tells you as he lets his head nuzzle into the crook of your neck. His teeth graze at your skin before they're biting down onto the tender flesh that connects your shoulder to your neck.

You can't help but let the lewdest sounding moan escape past your lips. Your pussy clenching in reaction to the sharp pain of the bite.

"Don't do that, darlin" Johnny mutters coming up to meet your gaze "or i'll finish faster than I want to"

"Please Johnny" You whine out "I need it, please"

and that's all it took for Johnny to pick up the pace. His cock rammed in and out at a brutal pace. his tip hitting your cervix with every thrust. the sound of his hips connecting with the back of your thighs fills the room as Johnny bottoms out over and over again. Your pussy clenched so tightly around him that every vein can be felt rubbing against your walls sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"i'll have you" - "In nothing but panties - "and my shirts" - "All the time" He says between thrust "And I'll fill" - "This pretty pussy" - "Full of my cum" - "Every time" He says as he thrust into you hard a few more times before hes spilling his seed inside you.

(I gave it a quick scan but i haven't properly proof read so i apologise for any mistakes)(not sure if he’s feral enough throughout this so I might have to redeem myself in the future)

[blood-choke]

first of all, thank you sharing such an interesting story with us… yes i’m obsessed and yes i’ve been playing and replaying and choosing diff options… im so enraptured!! just want to see everything that you’ve written. i do want to ask— i’ve only been able to trigger the sex scene with clear. from the beginning i’ve played as someone who has chosen romantic options for all 3 maybe that’s why only clear’s scene triggered when i go down her route. when i go down hana or valentina’s route we only kiss (and understand each other more or fight, respectively). i’m not sure if it’s cause i’ve been spreading myself thin🤣 sorry i just like them all. i want them all. valentina’s on thin ice but i still want her.

also wanted to know– i chose the same options but somehow triggered diff scenes??? one where i take the lead and one where clear does and i was wondering what goes into that? anyways. thank you for the new chapter. i’m obsessed.

thank you so much 💕💕💕 i'm really happy to hear that about the conversation with Hana. i had the exact same thought process, especially since i was going back and forth between the routes and wrote a bit of Valentina's route, where she talks about Standard and mentions his... preferences... it was something i knew i couldn't bring up with her while ignoring it with Hana. and of course the bathroom scene at the store was something i wrote first as well and again it just didn't feel right to talk about some of these things while blatantly ignoring Hana's specific lived experience that could potentially be very different (or similar!) from the mc's.

as for triggering different intimate scenes, it is possible you may just be right on the line stats-wise and picking just one different choice will push you over into the other variation of the scene. if you're more friendly with Clear, she'll allow you to lead, but if you've been more aggressive, she'll take the lead instead - it allows her to feel a little bit of control after the events of the last 24hrs & being thrown around like a toy. (and in general it is Clear's preference but two butches together and anything can happen...)

i said previously that getting one scene over the other doesn't necessarily mean you're "locked" into a bad route or anything, but it can give you an idea of where your relationship is with her in this chapter.

hopefully you've seen the posts about Valentina's route being bugged (you sent this a few days ago) and i hope you've been able to get it to work! her scenes work similarly as Clear's in that it depends on your rivalry/friendship with her, though her "friendly" scene is a little harder to get. and with both her and Hana you've had to gone with them on the hunt in ch2 or else you'll only get a little kissie ;)

thank you again for the kind words i really appreciate it 💗

[ihatebnha]

I might have said this before, but I love the idea of a Prince!Shigaraki fic. Like.... he doesn't have a fiance because no noble/royal ladies wanna marry him, they think he's ugly or weird or just don't like him. And those who will marry him are just after the money/power. But reader is a low noble who is secretly in love with him. She doesn't know much about him, it was like a love at first sight thing, but she does find him attractive and is sad that nobody will marry him, even though she wants to but they'd never ask her because she's of too low status.

I can picture a ball going on, and its filled with people, but Shiggy is slouching on the throne, head resting on his hand, cause he has nothing to do because nobody likes him (not like there's a reason for him to like them either), but in the corner or the hall is reader, half turned away from him, nibbling from a plate of food while looking over at Shiggy every 5 seconds cause she wants to admire him but also doesn't wanna get caught.

400th post! 

Sorry for being so MIA... had kinda a bad week and havent felt like myself when writing. But i’m around! 

I’ve been working on this ask since the moment it was sent in, as i am absolutely in love with prince/princess fics, but have never actually written one before (as im sure you can tell)... I honestly focused less on the world building and more on the setting itself... 

still though... i’m kinda in love with the idea of prince!shigaraki, and really wanted to depict my own interpretation of like... that one scene in blade runner 2049 knowing you could love someone the moment u meet them... 

whether or not i actually achieved that... we’ll see.... and since i’m pretty picky abt my depictions of romance anyway, hopefully this will suffice with your provided inspiration... thank u for sending it in!! 💕💙💕💙

enjoy!

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The rumors about Prince Shigaraki have always spread like wildfire. 

They say that he is cruel, cunning, dangerous; an absolute military prodigy, putting even the most decorated of veterans to shame and scaring even more of his maids. 

They also say thats he’s ineligible for marriage, not that his adoptive father, the king, hasn’t tried to find him a suitor, just that every princess who has ever been sent to him refused his hand and went home crying about red eyes and an even worse mouth. 

However, in these rumors, in the twisted pieces of truth and bitter anger you would sometimes get wind of, no one bothered to tell you that he was handsome. 

You admire him. From afar, of course, such galas as this one often too hectic and dizzying to bother with approaching anyone, mere shows of status and wealth in grand ballrooms that are big and polished, with loud-colored curtains that hang too tall and too thick... 

But still, his silver hair blinds you, and so does the white gold trim of his pressed black suit, polished buttons leading up his torso and shiny chains blending easily into thread. 

Prince Shigaraki slouches on his throne, his father long gone to drunkenly schmooze with his other, fellow monarchs, curling in on himself against the plush padding of his seat, tapping his fingers against his knee rhythmically as he rests his eyes from the sight of the crowd.  

You find you cannot stop your heart from skipping breathless beats whenever you catch the flickering of his carmine eyes as they open and close in boredom, almost as if the grand party wasn’t being held in his name. 

Almost as if you weren’t here for a reason.

You decide you need some fresh air. 

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The moon hangs heavy in the sky, bright light spilling over everything it touches; the lake to the north shines a creamy white, and from your view on one of the many castle balconies, all of the green in the garden shimmers with dew. 

Your dress glitters in the nighttime, the pink and blue opalescent pearls like stars on the silk and mesh that’s pillowed on your hips, falling to the floor in gentle waves that sway with the breeze. 

The castle is rather lonely, you regard, heels clicking on the stone platform of the terrance. Rather quite far from town and incredibly large, with grounds that stretch for acres and acres. Even the inside, decorated with paintings and statuettes and silver trim, is cold and lonely when not brightened with lively chatter and dancing, every wooden door barricaded along the staircases you climbed to get here, secretly, unannounced, as if to escape a party you should be grateful you were even invited to.

Not that you’re really interested in a suitor, your royal (albeit barely) family still insisted they send you in the hopes that someone, anyone, suitable for marriage were to catch your eye. 

The rough sound of someone’s voice and polished outsoles hitting stone breaks your train of thought. 

“You left the party.”

With the cold wind whistling in your ears, you feel his burning gaze on you before you see him, and you don’t have to turn to know that the prince’s eyes have found you and begun to linger on your body, on your dress, on the way you lean into the cool marble in front of you as you stare off into the vast and beautiful kingdom before you. 

“Your highness,” you greet in return, kindly, his footsteps finally slowing to a halt. 

Prince Shigaraki only snorts, rolling his neck as he settles at your side, running his fingers over the marble barrier of the terrace, and inspecting the garden with equally unimpressed enthusiasm as you turn your head to stare at him. 

Dressed in that perfect black, the double-breasted suit layers his form with chic prowess under the dark night sky. 

“Where are you from?” his rough voice strains, no preamble to the question as he continues to inspect you like a hawk. 

Blinking your long lashes owlishly, you shrug, naming your kingdom with a gentle flick of the tongue, your lips just barely curling when the prince’s brow pinches and his eyes narrow. 

“Here to make a mockery of me, I assume,” he spits, albeit strangely gentle, the words laced with venom and history you’re not aware of. Eyes flitting back to your hands, one palm enclosed tightly around the fingers of your other hand, you shake your head. 

“Your kingdom is just so big,” you mumble, distant, thoughtlessly. “Pretty.” 

Shigaraki scoffs again, leaning into your space as he dips his head to choke on a slight laugh. 

“Pretty never got anyone anything.” 

Knowingly, you nod, letting his words echo into complete silence, unable to summon anything close to offense or anger...  

“You must be lonely,” you finally breathe, after a long stretch of silence, and Prince Shigaraki stills before turning his body to face you and stare at you with his perfect, ruby eyes. 

In him, you do not see the boy from the rumors; the vicious, unlovable tyrant, enough so to be turned away by so many women. You do not see a temperamental fiend, consumed by anger and guilt and shame. 

No, instead… you see a prince. Willful and determined to be strong, powerful, and loyal... regardless of the loss he has experienced.

“No one will have me,” the prince’s twisted expression falls, his eyes sinking back into sadness, and you find a sense of compassion toward his hatred.

He reaches reaches out, slowly, flicking at the tiny, diamond-encrusted tiara on your head, before dragging his finger down a lock of your hair, the soft curl bouncing as it settles back into place after being pulled loose from your bun. 

He presses his chapped lips together tightly, though his expression is anything but angry, with eyes dipped in some far off, melancholy thought. 

You finally smile at him, gently, moving to grab at the fingers by your hair so you can smooth over the skin of his creased knuckles, and you can’t help but laugh, eyes wide and sweet and understanding.

“I’ll marry you, Tomura.”

Betraying his anger at the many years of lonesome solitude he experienced, Prince Shigaraki’s heart flutters; glass wings beating fiercely in his chest at the sound of your voice, so kind and honest, speaking the few simple words he has never allowed himself to dream of hearing. 

Still holding his fingers in your palm, you bring the back of his hand to your chest, pressing his knuckles into where your own heart hammers against your bosom. 

For once in his life, the prince stays silent... swallowing his doubt, candle eyes flicker under the silver moonlight, and he nods.