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Douma & period sex - headcanons

Warnings: smut Requested by: anonymous

MASTERLIST

Being with Douma means there are no limits, it means laying all the cards on the table, exposing every secret, confronting the ugly and harsh truth. In his presence, it feels like the world opens up, revealing new possibilities and unexplored territories. With Douma, there is a sense of daring and adventure, a willingness to dive deep into the unknown and embrace the rawness of life ♡

Due to his demonic nature, Douma possesses an exceptional sense of smell, enabling him to accurately detect when you're on your period

Douma has an insatiable desire to create chaos and revels in making messes. He finds pleasure in the sight of blood, whether it's on his own skin or yours. His ultimate satisfaction lies in leaving behind a trail of destruction, where stained and torn sheets serve as evidence of a job well done

In moments when your breasts feel more sensitive or tender, Douma offers gentle relief by softly kneading them for you

On a few occasions, Douma had the experience of possessing you during your period. The heightened wetness and warmth of your pussy seemed to intensify his pleasure, pushing him to the edge faster than ever before

In anticipation of your period, Douma exercises self-restraint by refraining from engaging in sex or masturbation during the preceding week. By doing so, he deliberately builds up desire and eagerly looks forward to indulging himself once your period begins

Douma finds immense pleasure in various aspects of intimacy, including the sensation of your warm walls enveloping his cock. The additional warmth during your period is particularly arousing to him, causing him to shudder with delight each time he fucks you missionary

He humorously compares himself to a tampon 😅

"You feel so fucking incredible, so damn good!" he exclaims, occasionally sinking his teeth into your shoulder, igniting a mix of pleasure and a hint of pain. You find yourself unable to contain your moans, as the sheets bunch up tightly in your hands, your thighs quivering from the powerful rhythm of his thrusts as he takes you doggy style

"Your warmth and tightness drive me insane," Douma grunts, running a hand through your hair before gripping it firmly, pulling it back as he gently bites along your neck. "You're so wet, just look at this beautiful mess," he exclaims, admiring the evidence of your desire and arousal mixed with your period blood dripping down your thighs on the sheets

"Oh, Douma! I'm going to cum!" you moan passionately, your voice echoing through the room as you bury your head into a pillow. "I can't hold on any longer! I wanna cum, baby! Please… Move, for fuck's sake!" you groan, lifting your head to glance back at the towering figure behind you

His hands grip your sides firmly, squeezing your plush flesh, causing him to suck in a sharp breath as he visibly trembles, his chest rising and falling with each movement. "If I move now, I'll reach my climax, and I don't want to do that just yet," he replies, his heated gaze fixed on you, intensifying the sensation as your walls involuntarily tighten around him. "Oh, fuck! There's an incredible amount of blood flowing from your cunt right now!" he exclaims, a hint of excitement in his voice as he withdraws his throbbing cock from your pussy

With a swift movement, he flips you over so that you once again lie on your back, ready for the next phase of your intimate encounter. Douma's tongue delves into your sensitive core, pressing firmly against your walls, while his thumb skillfully rubs circles over your clit - his sole purpose is to bring you pleasure. Douma has a remarkable knack for discovering all the spots on your body that drive you to the brink of madness

You find yourself gripping onto his silver hair again as your hips begin to buck uncontrollably. A whine escapes your lips when he eventually pulls away, leaving you feeling empty and yearning for more. Douma licks his lips and wipes his mouth, cleansing away the traces of your blood

Understanding the need to not keep you waiting, Douma swiftly substitutes his tongue with his throbbing cock, effortlessly sliding it inside you. "Oh, fuck, Y/N. You're dripping wet. My little, fucking lotus!"

Blushing at the sounds his thrusts produce, you raise your hips to meet his movements, biting your lip in a mix of pleasure and anticipation. As you do, you realize that your uterus is beginning to relax, a thought that brings a contented smile to your face

Douma spreads your legs slightly, creating a more comfortable position for smoother entry after he again withdraws. He hooks your legs around his waist, and with deliberate slowness, he pushes his cock inside you

"Fuck!" Douma's breath hitches as he releases himself inside you, panting heavily before collapsing beside you; your mixed cums dripping out of your abused pussy

Your body trembling with pleasure as you cling onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist. The pain that once lingered has now completely dissipated, leaving you in a state of blissful satisfaction

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okay here me out... somnophilia with scummy scara (consensual of course cuz we vibe with that)

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Consensual Somnophilia. Cunilligus. Masturbation. Scummy Scara being perverted.

If only you, his precious, perfect darling knew that he had been jacking himself off over your naked, sleeping form long before you gave him permission to do so.

Scaramouche reached down occasionally to pinch your nipples, trying to keep his moans quiet, his cock throbbing in his hand when your nipple started to harden between the pads of his fingers.

He couldn't wait to paint your perfect breasts white with his cum. You were going to look twice as intoxicating to him. His hand pumped faster on his cock, not being to hold back the loud, husky moan that escaped between his breathy pants of pleasure, feeling his orgasm approaching.

"Fuck..the things you do to me," Scaramouche whispered, groaning softly, drooling as watched his cum spurt out onto your chest. Panting, he dipped his finger into his cum to smear across your lips.

Spreading your legs, Scaramouche kissed and licked his way down to your cunt. "You taste so good, so sweet," He moaned quietly, swirling his around your clit before latching his lips around it. His eyes rolled closed in bliss, licking and sucking on your pussy like a starved dog.

"Mmm, Scara.." His eyes snapped open. How cute! His darling was dreaming about him.

He hoped he was fucking you senseless in your dreams. Scaramouche did he very best to keep himself in check while he tongue fucked you.

He didn't want you waking up from the intensity of your orgasm when you squirted on his tongue. Watching your face contort in pleasure made Scaramouche's cock harden again.

Wiping his mouth, Scaramouche closed your thighs around his cock, using them as a tool to get himself off again. "So soft..so perfect," He murmured, gritting his teeth when he felt his second orgasm approaching.

Pulling out from between your thighs, he spread the lips of your cunt so he cum on it. You looked so filthy, so defiled, laying there asleep while his cum dripped from your pussy.

His couldn't resist fingering some of of his cum up inside of you. "Wake up soon, so I cum inside of you of next," He whispered, pressing a kiss on your clit, probing the tip of his tongue against it.

Smirking, he suddenly had an idea.

He wondered if he could make you squirt again just from swirling his tongue around your clit.

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NSFW MDNI; THIS IS SO NASTY AND FLITHY HELP— tighnari x afab!f!reader

Tighnari just rutting into you as a wild animal because he's in heat, he doesn't care about your pleasure, heck he doesn't care about anything besides just wanting to breed you, wanting you to take his semen, wanting you to swell with his child, you don't know how long this has been going on for, he doesn't care for your pleasure but has made you cum all over his cock multiple times, you were too tired to even think, was this the 9th round? 10th? you lost track.

“F-f*ck yes yes yes, have my babies, I'm going to fill you up, breed you, f*ck yeah yeah baby.” tighnari's mind has melted long ago, he has no idea what he's saying anymore, his mind was taken over one primal instinct which was to produce offspring, his cock was so sensitive from the amount of times he's cum, almost becoming painful to bear, but he didn't stop, he mind was fucked.

Needless to say he fucked you until he passed out on top of you, his cock still buried inside you, you swear you felt your belly full, bloated even but it didn't physically appear that way.

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Hantengu Clones And How They Eat You Out

Aizetsu, Sekido, Karaku, Urogi x AFAB Reader

warnings: this entire post contains NSFW content, the clones are described as brothers, these are all drabbles, intended lowercase, this is my first ever fan-fiction (uh oh)

Aizetsu missionary

he lays you on your back as he sensually glides his hands up your body, squeezing your breasts as he goes. aizetsu has no shame when he makes intense eye contact with you all the while he crouches down to where your clothed pussy is. you shiver as his clawed thumb makes contact with the front of your soaked panties.

"its so pitiful. already shaking even when i havent even touched you yet. i almost feel bad for you." cruel yet arousing words make their way out of his mouth that's tilted down into a frown. "don't worry, pretty. ill make sure you feel good." his blue eyes stare up into yours as his fingers catch onto the band of your underwear and pulls down.

you gasp as the cold air of the room hits your now exposed cunt. it looks as if hes salivating as he brings his tongue out and directly drags it through your folds. you go to grasp his hair and without any struggle, he allows you to do so. your fingers entangle into his locks and you find it difficult to resist tugging them to bring his face closer to your pussy.

he lets out a groan and cuts it off with a whimper as he brings his tongue up over your slit to go circle your sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue.

"haa- zetsu! too much," you whine out but it seems as if he didnt even hear you as he continues mercilessly lapping at your entrance and almost shoves his entire tongue into you. his hand goes up and grips at the flesh on your thigh and you in your haze of pleasure, note how his claws create scratch marks and how the tight grip will undoubtedly make bruises. "fuck- hurts!"

his head slightly raises and your quickly shut up when he speaks. "stop complaining." it's distinctively out of character how his brows are furrowed in concentration. "you're making me lose my patience," your nails scratch at his scalp when he goes back down to devour your cunt and he lets out another moan that vibrates into your cunt as you throw you head back, it only furthering the pleasure you were feeling. as right as you're about to finish, he pulls away.

you were about to sob out a complaint, but he interrupted you. his sorrowful eyes stare into yours as suddenly you see a hungry look replace the usual depressing look you see. he looked desperate, ready to eat you alive.

"its sad really, how sensitive humans get so quickly. how they can't handle as much as demons can. its alright. we can really push those limits today, lets see how many times i could make you cum."

Sekido 69

he practically drags you into a room with him and almost shoves you onto the bed. he was done with your teasing. you had been playing with him all damn day, and he has had enough by the time the two of you got home.

his brothers had already been getting on his nerves, and you continuesly bending down with your skirt lifting up only to show the pair of panties you had on was not helping. he couldn't do anything to put you in your place with his brothers around, so he just about lost control while you were licking a popsicle. staring right at him. he grabbed you roughly before dragging you home.

"sekido! what the hell are you doing?!" you whine as he all but tears your clothes off of you. the rage in his eyes growing as he brings you on top of him on the bed and faces you the other way.

"taking control. you've been such a fucking whore today, i thought id put you in your place." he tugs your undergarments off and almost immediately shoves a finger in. you almost scream in suprise as you clench around him. "get to work and suck my cock. make me feel good, and maybe i will repay you. you've made me angry enough today, try to redeem yourself."

you struggle to do anything with the position you’ve gotten yourself into and his fingers already shoved inside you, but you manage to slip his pants down just enough for his hard cock to slap out against your cheek. you whine as he growls and circles your clit before letting go. you go to take his erection into your hand and as right as you stroke it once, you feel a wet muscle slide up your pussy.

he suddenly slaps your ass. "fucking get to work i said, slut." your tongue lolls out of your mouth and you go to pathetically kitten lick his top before taking it into your mouth. he goes back to making you shake as he rotates from bringing his tongue into your hole and going back to your clit. filthy slurping noises are heard and you only make them more apparent as you suck his cock.

"teasing me all fucking day, practically begging to get dicked down by me. maybe you were even hoping for one of my brothers to take notice of your whorish antics? i wouldnt be suprised." everytime he pulls away to speak, he replaces his tongue with his fingers and then goes right back to tongue fucking you. he feels your cunt clench around his tongue and he quickly pulls away as he ruins your orgasm and you almost sob as his cock twitches in your hands at the sound of your cries.

"dont cry now, slut. you deserve to endure a punishment such as this. maybe, just maybe if you do good enough, ill let you cum. or i could just edge you all fucking night if you'd like."

Karaku face-sitting

"are you sure i wont hurt you? what if you cant breathe?!" karaku rolls his eyes from underneath you as you sit on his chest and panic about the thought of you sitting on his face. hes been asking for awhile to do this, and has finally gotten you to agree. though you know hes a demon, you cant get rid of the stupid fear that you may be too heavy for him and suffocate him.

its as if he could read your thoughts and in the back of his mind he realizes he really wouldnt mind if this was the way he goes out. in between your thighs as they squeeze around his head. his cock grows harder at the thought. he needs you now.

"don't worryy~ you wont hurt me," you watch flustered, as his tongue suddenly comes out of his mouth and proudly showcases the kanji for “pleasure” tattooed on it. "lay all of your weight on me, i couldnt care less. i want you to. just let me pleasure you."

a whimper makes its way through your throat as you feel his hands grab your ass and you almost lose balance as he pulls you onto his mouth. you gasp and try to hover over his face instead of putting your weight down.

"none of that. if you don't want to sit on me like im a fucking chair, then ill make you," the claws that were just at your ass grabs your hips and pulls you down straight onto his mouth. its obvious at this point, he's not doing this for your pleasure. its for his own.

"karaku!!" his green eyes lid as they look up at your beautiful form. you tug at his hair to shove his face deeper into your cunt as his nose rubs at your clit. his tongue flicks over your slit and then teases your inner walls as your thighs clamp around his head.

you distinctly hear a feral growl make its way out of his throat as he moves faster, the squeeze of your thighs suffocating him seemingly motivating him to make you cum on his face. your loud moans rather quickly morph into tired and breathy whines as you cant hold yourself up anymore and lay your weight on him. your body pathetically shakes in his tight grip and you cant do anything but take it as his tongue goes inhumanly going faster. his nose only deliciously bumps onto your bud more directly and you dont even process the warm feeling in you belly.

"karaku- gonna- gonna cum!" he only speeds up in response and suddenly you feel the band break. but instead of just cum, your squirt covers the bottom part of his face and he moans desperately as he licks everything up.

he finally allows you to slightly move off of his mouth and you vaguely see his tattooed tongue swipe out of his mouth onto his lips to lick the excess on his chin. you have no time to process anything as he once again brings you down back to his face. a crazed look in his eyes as his voice seems more guttural than usual, filled with arousal

"you cant just do that once and then expect to be let go! hahaha- im sure you can do that a few more times, cant you? for me? youll feel good, promise!"

Urogi from behind

urogi doesnt have a thought in his mind. he completely dismisses the way you squeal as he bends you over on the bed. you didn't know why he was acting like this- you really didn't. he didnt even make the effort to tell you why, he just grabbed you and told you he needed you right there and then. his face looked red and his hair was disheveled as he rushed to rid you of clothing.

his tongue rolls out of his mouth and lays there without any idea of moving as he groans at the sight of your clothed pussy. your face is close to being shoved into a pillow as he rubs the side of his talons onto the wet patch of your panties.

"s-shit! urogi, ngh!" his name desperately finds its way out of your mouth and his other talon gripping your hip tightens. he mumbles out words that are almost close to a whisper. words only you could hear.

"so pretty. so pretty and wet just for me. so so perfect," his voice cracks as he suddenly grins, sharp fangs making themself apparent and he bites his lip as he leans down and slides his tongue over your panties.

"urogi- stop teasing me! please just do what you were gonna do already," your voice crying out reaches his ears as he finally brings his gaze up from your clothed pussy to your face. he lets out an almost evil cackle as he doesnt take your panties off, but only moves them to the side. your hands clenching onto the pillow your holding for dear life as he blows onto your now exposed area. tears made their way into your eyes as you moved your face to the side to lay your cheek against the pillow

"don't cry, you know you love this," he doesn't pleasure you completely yet, but he atleast brought his tongue out and now teased your cunt with it instead of just your panties. the muscle making goosebumps cover your body as you could only pray he stopped teasing and actually did something. "why rush when we could savor the moment? especially when you just look so pretty crying for me," his ecstatic voice rings out and you can faintly pick up how it doesnt sound genuine. hes only further humiliating you, he knows you want him to do more. yet he continues spewing out words that you both know are bullshit.

he giggles and his wings behind him flutter in response to the tears now leaving your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. he couldn't help but observe your face. who could blame him?! just look at you, eyebrows pinched together in frustration, lips red and swollen as you continuesly bite them in hopes of lessening the desperation you felt. his cock twitches in his pants as he doesn't hesitate to finally give you what you wanted and give mercy to you.

his eyes almost roll back as he gathers the wetness of your cunt with his tongue. you taste divine, no type of human blood could ever top the taste of you. his hand kneads at your ass cheek as his tongue slowly teases every part of your cunt. even as he finally gave you what you wanted, he still manages to be an asshole as he goes slower than humanly possible as he pleasures you.

in desperation, you rock your hips back onto his face and he laughs again as he slaps your ass as a warning. "patience is key. let me do what i need to do-" he cuts himself off as he digs his tongue deep into your cunt and rolls the side of his talon against your sensitive clit.

you couldn't tell if the pleasure you were experiencing was painful or the best thing you've felt in your life, everything happening at once. he thrusts it in and out of you as he increases the pressure put onto your clit and you could already feel yourself tightening up for him. he wanted to absolutely shower you in filthy words, but he maintained himself and instead kept thrusting himself into your heat.

you clamp your hand over your mouth as you cum, its one of the most intense orgasms youve ever had and now you realize the teasing he was inflicting on you before only heightened the sensitivity on your cunt and made everything that more enjoyable. you look behind you again and you could see the feathers on his wings had fluffed out. his talons are now clawing at your waist as his tongue swipes across his lips in hopes to taste you again.

"told you to be patient, didnt you enjoy yourself? yeah? since you enjoyed it so much, how about we keep doing this until we pass out. doesnt that sound nice?"

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i think i got a bit carried away

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A quick lil Hantengu/Karaku pussy eating smut bc I need him bad 🧍🏻‍♀️(you could apply this to any of the clones tbh you do you)

Warnings: pussy eating, degradation, not non con but reader is a little scared at first, squirting,a demon is eating your pussy idk what else to tell you. This might be the nasty pussy eating fic I’ve ever written MDNI

You knew the second you saw a humanoid shape moving in the shadows you were fucked. Taking this short cut home through woods had always been a risk and your luck had run out. You knew it was demon before he even stepped out into the moonlight by the ways the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

“Well, what do we have here?” A sickly sweet voice asked. The demon stepped out from the shadows, tall, muscular and horned. You’d never seen a demon before in real life. You weren’t a slayer, just another villager. There was instinctually fear in having this predator before you, but something else just below the surface. He was… alluring. Handsome when he should be grotesque. You felt sick in the head for thinking so.

The demon was suddenly before you, stunning you with his speed. “You’re a shy thing, are you?” He was walked around your body, sizing you up. Your hear hammered in your chest. He licked his lips. “The pretty ones always are.”

When you looked in his eyes, your blood went cold. His pupils read “upper rank 4.” Even with you limited knowledge of demons, you knew an upper rank was the most dangerous of them all. Your body shook with fear. “Please don’t hurt me,” you blurted out helplessly.

Surprisingly, he chuckled. “Who said I wanted to hurt you?” You flinched slight as he ran a finger along your cheek. “Pretty thing like you would be a waste to kill.” He leaned in, his lips ghosting over your ear. “Besides, I’m hungry for something else tonight.”

Your body shivered, though for an entirely different reason. It felt so wrong to respond to a demon in this way. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I-I don’t know what you mean.”

In a flash you were on the ground, the demon on top of you. “P-please don’t!” You cried. You weren’t sure what he wanted to do to you, though the look in his eyes gave you a hint.

“Told you I’m not gonna hurt you,” he kicked a stripe up your neck, making you gasp. His hands were pinning down your wrist to stop you from squirming - though you weren’t putting up much of a fight. “I’m going to make you feel good. Pleasure you.”

He stuck his tongue out again and you caught a glimpse of the kanji for “pleasure” tattooed on it. Heat pooled between your legs at the sinful sight. “B-but you’re a demon. It’s wrong.” You stumbled over your words as he sucked at your neck, right over your jugular.

He let out a dry laugh. “Don’t act like you’re not aroused, I can smell it from here.” Your face went bright red, which only made him laugh more. “You humans, so virtuous.” His hands were between your legs, rubbing at your throbbing core over your underwear. “I’m going to devour you.”

You gasped as he ripped your underwear off, exposing your pussy to the his eyes and the cold night air. He was no longer holding you down but you did run from him. Not just because it was pointless, but because, fuck, your pussy was aching and you wanted him to fix it. You were sick with shame and desire.

“My name is Karaku,” the demon said, slotting himself between your legs, “I want to hear you scream it when you cum on my tongue.” You bit your lip, watching him with anxious anticipation. He licked a stripe up your pussy, letting your arousal coat his tongue. “Mmm, fucking soaked. And all for a demon? You’re not as innocent as you act.”

He did just a he said: he devoured you. His mouth moved against with speed and force that you didn’t even know was possible. Well, maybe it wasn’t for human men, but for him it was. He sucked hard on your clit, before grazing his teeth over it, loving how your whole body jumped.

Karaku pressed his tongue into your tight, sopping pussy. He wriggled his tongue inside you and it was the most sinful and pleasurable thing you ever felt. “Fuck,” you whined as he pulled away. He watched your pussy clench around nothing, driving him wild.

“Pussy fucking begging for me. What a dirty girl you are,” he purred. His hands dug into your plush thigh to keep you spread open for him. His nails threatening to cut your skin.

His mouth returned to your wet heat, though less intensely. He wanted to drag it out, to tease you. He circled his tongue around your hole, never dipped in like he knew you wanted. He switched between teasing your hole and sucking on your click, turning you into a whimpering miss.

“Please!” You cried, your need damn near painful. Your whole body was pulsing for him, you didn’t even care how wrong it was. The demon just laughed at you. You were desire over-rid your fear. You went to grip his hair, but your hands wrapped around the solid horns on his forehead instead. You used the grip as leverage grinding into his face.

Karaku let out a deep, feral moan. “Look at you fucking my face. A demons face. You’re sick for wanting me. Nasty fuckin’ slut,” his words were so dirty, but laced with desire. It only made you more desperate for release.

Karaku could easily have stopped you from fucking his face, but he didn’t want to. He loved being buried in your pussy, his tongue fucking you, tasting you. You were sweeter than most humans.

“Karaku,” you whimpered as you bucked your hips against his face. Your were so close; each time his nose nudged your clit pleasure pulsed through you.

“That’s it. Cum on my fucking tongue,” he demanded. He pressed his tongue impossibly deeper into you.

“Karaku fuck!” You cried out as the coil in your stomach snapped. The pleasure you felt was white-hot, more intense than anything you’d ever felt. You squirmed and moaned as he licked you through your orgasm. You were gasping, tearing in your eyes. It was so good it almost hurt.

His tongue flicked relentlessly over your overly sensitive clit. Suddenly your body shuddered, overcome by another wave of ecstasy as you squirted all over his face.

“Oh, fuck you’re dirty,” karaku purred, lapping up every last bit of your release. He finally pulled away, his face glistening with your release in the moonlight. As you caught your breath and came down from your high, fear and shame crept back in. What did you just do?

You tried to scramble away, but Karaku grabbed you by the ankle, pulling you back to him. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere. I’m taking you back to my brothers and we are going to have some fun.”

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Senne koszmary - Urogi x Reader

Warnings: smut w/o plot, dirty talk, vaginal sex, somnphilia Synpsis: the vividness of your nightmares made them seem more than mere figments of your imagination, and eventually, you obtained the proof that confirmed your suspicions Requested by: @crystalwolfblog - kocham cię mocno, złośnico ♥ Oby ten ficzek przypadł Ci do gustu

You had been experiencing a persistent issue with unsettling nightmares that plagued you night after night. They were vivid and often disturbing, leaving you feeling fatigued and anxious during the day. You had tried various methods to alleviate this distressing problem, including altering your sleep habits and seeking professional assistance, but to no avail. The recurring nightmares continued to intrude upon your restful slumber, hindering your ability to obtain the peaceful respite that your mind and body so desperately needed. There was one particular nightmare that haunted you incessantly, in which you found yourself face-to-face with a demon of immense proportions. This demonic entity possessed large bird-like wings that towered above you, casting a dark shadow over your trembling body. Its sharp talons, protruding from its monstrous hands, glistened menacingly in the dim light of the nightmare. The demon's massive claws, terminating its grotesque legs, dug deep into the ground, leaving deep imprints that seemed to seal your fate.

As you stood before the demon in your nightmare, his presence looming over you with his large bird-like wings and sharp talons, he introduced himself as Urogi. His voice was deep and gravelly, sending shivers down your spine as he spoke. You tried to wake up from the nightmare, but you were trapped in the darkness of your subconscious, unable to escape the terrifying encounter with this monstrous creature. Every night was plagued by the same harrowing dream, with the demonic figure of Urogi relentlessly haunting your slumber. His intimidating form, with large bird-like wings, razor-sharp talons on his hands, and massive claws ending his legs, loomed over you, filling you with an overwhelming sense of dread. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't shake the nightmarish vision from your mind, and it continued to torment you night after night.

You had already been having a hard time falling asleep that night and you woke, maybe an hour or so after falling asleep, to the feeling of someone sliding under your sheets.

At first, you were confused and groggy. You didn't have anyone over so you had no idea who was crawling between your legs. You figured you were just having a really vivid dream as you felt a thick, sharp talon pulling the hems of your kimono up your figure. The creature held it back and pushed your legs apart.

You were beginning to actually wake up, soft yet shrill humming playing in your ears but you weren't able to pay attention to it. You didn't dare move, but the more it all sunk in and you realized what was happening your stomach dropped. And your pussy instantly grew hot and wet, involuntary. The sensation that overcame you was one of peculiar yet pleasing nature, compelling you to heed its beckoning and venture forth into the unknown.

"You're nice and wet for me tonight, Y/N," you heard a deep, male voice whisper, a loud chuckle followed. It was a confirmation that one - it was that demon, again, and two - he had done this enough to be confident sufficiently to dirty talk to you. It was so messed up and gross because he was fucking revolting, yet tempting in some strange way. The fact that the feeling of his forever sharp talons finally starting to rub your throbbing clit made intense pleasure run through your body made you want to throw up. It was an odd sensation, one that you knew you shouldn't indulge in. The forbidden feeling lingered, tempting you to follow its path. Despite your reservations, you eventually succumbed to its allure and gave in to your curiosity.

It wasn't long before the demon buried two taloned fingers in your pussy while he stopped his thumb on your clitoris, brushing it ever so gently. Soon, you felt something incredibly wet on your exposed pussy. The saliva oozed out of the demon's mouth in a thick and slimy consistency, dripping down onto your sex with a wet plop. It was warm and you hated it but you also fucking loved it at the same time. You were actually enjoying the fact that you didn't have to do anything but lay there, pretending to be sleeping. In seconds he was sucking on your clit with his wet, hot mouth, flattening his tongue to press it tightly against your slit. You couldn't stop the moan that abruptly slipped out of you, sure that you had blown your cover, but Urogi just chuckled and started flicking your clit with his tongue. "How is such a quiet human a loud sleeper?" He asked as if he expected an answer. You just laid there, letting yourself move or breathe hard as much as you needed at such a relaxed state. You never had your pussy eaten like that. At least not awake. He made sure your whole pussy was soaked with juices and his spit. As he licked your pussy, his taloned hand traveled up under your kimono, and he started groping your tit. "Fuck," he groaned against your sensative folds, rough lips and hot breath keeping you horribly stimulated. You literally heard when his thick fingers sunk back inside your aching cunt, slick being forced out to make room as he started back up thrusting them inside. "Gonna make my little human toy moan for me. But you won't remember, will you?" The longer he spoke the rougher he fingered you. Then he got right back to using his mouth while he loudly attacked your pussy, curving his taloned fingers so he was able to rub at your squishy spot, and you were afraid you were going to have to give up on my act to beg him to just fuck you already.

You didn't want him to stop, as much as you fucking hated yourself for it, so you just kept letting it happen and, apparently, were good enough at pretending to be asleep to fool your horny late night visitor. It was astonishing in the worst way possible. Your body was completely moving on its own as it stiffened and your hips rolled against his face and talons to get through the shocking orgasm that washed over you in warm, electrified waves as a moan escaped your parted lips. As soon as you began to relax again, Urogi slapped your pussy a few times. Some slaps were soft, some harder. All of it made the wettest and most obscene sounds you have ever heard.

You thought this was all he was going to do - to play with your needy pussy, using it to pleasure himself, but then you felt him stop and he moved up your body, only settling once he fully pinned you down, rolling you to your tummy less than gently.

"Never seen a woman so fucking messy," he grumbled.

You were in a trance until you felt a heavy, hard cock start to poke the back of your thigh. You felt it all and it was impressive. Your mouth drooled as you licked your lips, and your cunt appeared to ooze more of your desire.

"You belong to me, you gorgeous, little slut!" Urogi chortled in a manner that can only be described as mischievous, his deep and rich laughter reverberating through the air. His eyes, which glinted with a devilish mirth, crinkled at the corners as he chuckled, thoroughly enjoying whatever he found amusing in that moment. His lips parted, revealing a set of sharp canines that seemed to gleam in the light, while his chest rumbled with each guffaw, giving the impression that the very ground itself was shaking beneath him. "You have some gorgeous cunt, little woman." Urogi's corpulent dick plunged deep and sure into your core, causing you to respond in the expected manner - a protracted, resounding, and ecstatic ululation emanated from the depths of your chest and reverberated into the nocturnal stillness, while his sturdy hand encircled the back of your neck, fiercely immobilizing you onto the cushion below. "You're my fucking bitch!" Urogi swore and his other hand gripped the curve of your waist, talons digging into your softness still covered with the kimono as he drove himself deeper and deeper. His stiff girht spread your silken tightness wide until he was seated fully inside. The tip of his cock, red and oozing precum, had carved the way and buried against the entrance to your womb. "Taking demon's cock so well," he crooned and stroked your flank. "Such a good, little hooch!" With agonizing slowness, he retracted his cock, deliberately dragging the girthy length over every contour and swell of your insatiable hole until the tip hung on the brink of liberation once more.

You trembled, anticipating, whining and whimpering. You were willing to wait for Urogi as long as he desired. You knew that he wouldn't leave you unsatisfied.

When he inevitably thrust back in, your mortal body accepted him eagerly and ravenously. The anticipation amplified the sweet release, making the pleasure more ecstatic. With a sudden jolt, his hips drove forward, plunging deep into your core. The movements were rhythmic and unrelenting, a constant in-and-out motion that left you gasping for breath. Urogi found his pace, and soon, you were both moving in unison, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Your body responded eagerly to his touch, quivering with each thrust. His movements played you like an instrument, the pleasure building with each stroke. You couldn't help but push back against him, your hips meeting his in a desperate dance. The sensation was overwhelming, your body rippling and pulsing with each thrust. Together, you worked to bring each other to the brink of pleasure, his body and yours moving in perfect harmony. It was a private concert, a symphony of passion that left you both breathless and sated.

As seconds ticked by, Urogi let out a bellowing groan and spilled his sticky and opaque seed deep into your womb, marking you as his own. "Fuck!"

Your mouth hung open in ecstasy and you teetered on the edge before tumbling over the brink to a glorious climax. Your body convulsed as your cunt released a stream of honey salt over your quivering thighs and the sheets of the bed. "Ah, Urogi!"

Urogi chuckled, releasing his grip on your nape and trailing his taloned hand down your spine, which was still covered by your kimono. The alate demon leaned in close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that you weren't truly asleep," he grunted in a low, gravelly voice. "But I couldn't resist the temptation to come to you, to feel your body beneath mine, to claim you as mine. Again."

As you lay there with Urogi's hand still tracing down your spine, you summoned the courage to speak up. "I knew you've been doing this before. I was sure that these weren't just dreams. They felt too real, too vivid to be mere figments of my imagination…"

Urogi chuckled, his breath fanning the back of your neck. "Of course I have," he concluded.

You shivered as his talons grazed over your lower back, sending a ripple of pleasure down your body. "Why me?" You asked, genuinely curious.

Urogi leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "It's the way you submit to me," he whispered. "The way you give yourself completely to my pleasure. No one else has ever done that before."

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His Snack

Nymph: this is just some random unedited thoughts. So it may not make much sense 😵‍💫

Synopsis: Woke up to being on my period and got extreme thoughts about Karaku and how he would absolutely take advantage of that.

Warnings: oral (fem!receiving), blood/period sex, cervix fucking, breeding, creampie

Word count: .5k

Pairing: Karaku x fem!reader

Karaku, who can smell exactly when you're about to start and he immediately barricades you in his room. Green eyes locked on your form as you clench your thighs and wrap your arms around your belly. The ache and cramps begin to take its toll on your body. "Aww poor little thing. Come here and I'll take the pain away."

Karaku, who loves it when you get your period. The sweet taste of your blood leaking out to mix with the slick that drips out of you is like heaven on his tongue. He could spend the whole week between your thighs, lazily lapping at your clit, smearing blood and cum around on his tongue.

Karaku, who says that he knows cumming is good for cramps, but in reality, this is for his pleasure. He wanted to have you all to himself during this time of the month. He didn't want anyone else to smell or taste the sweet elixir that seeps out of you.

Karaku, who digs his fingers inside your tight little hole, wanting more of your blood on his tongue. It made him so drunk – intoxicated by it. The combined flavor of the crimson fluid and the sticky cum that trickled down his chin makes a moan rumble in his chest.

Karaku, who ignored the tugs at his hair, the whining of overstimulation that comes from you. This was his treat. His pussy. "Don't be so stingy. You got plenty more in this sweet pussy for me." His long tongue slides through your drenched folds, coating it in blood and slick before swallowing it all down.

Karaku, who once had his fill, rubs his hard cock through your snug folds. "You're still cramping right? Let me fuck them away." He laughed as he sunk into your warm wet cunt.

Karaku, who's large hands squeeze at your waist, head tossed back as your walls flex and flutter around him as he stretches you out. His forest colored eyes locked in on the spot where the two of you were connected.

Karaku, who grins when you whine about being so full. He leans down and licks your lips with the tip of his tongue – his way of telling you to open your mouth. And when you do, he spits onto your tongue just as he bottoms out. "Taste just how fucking delicious you are."

Karaku, who pulls back until only the swollen tip is left, watching as your red-tinted fluids cover his cock in a shiny gloss before fucking into hard. He loves it when you're screaming his name loud enough for his counterparts to hear.

Karaku, who fucking you so deeply, the blunt tip pressing so snugly against your cervix, threatening to push into your womb with each brutal snap of his hips.

Karaku, who's body trembles, moans leaving his throat as his cock twitches within your soft velvety walls, painting them with his cum.

Karaku, who whispers praises in your ear as he fucks his cum deeper inside you.

Karaku, who looks at you all blessed out and panting. "I'm not through with you yet, my little plaything. You still have 6 more days and I plan on using them all."

©️2022-23 nymphoheretic - I do not give permission to copy, edit, alter, or distribute my work. Do not adverse on tiktok. Do not repost on any other platform.

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scaramouche fingering you while eating you out won't stop bothering me.

Euphoria (FEMALE READER, NSFW)

TW: NSFW, MDNI, fingering, oral sex (receiving), female genital parts, fingering licking

Word count: 294

“Stop moving.”

You flinched as your sweat covered body tried to stop trembling. Looking down at the man who gave you pleasure in ways many couldn’t. His violet eyes stared back glaring at you in annoyance.

Even then you could never stop yourself from being mesmerized by them or his face. His eyes were sharp and piercing, sending shivers down your spine and leaving heat building up in your stomach.

Not leaving your eyes he went back to giving you the feeling you long for. He sucked your nub easing a finger inside your wet slit. You gasp at the feeling, tears gathering around the corner of your eyes. A breathy moan leaves your mouth as you allow yourself to fall. To allow yourself to break for this man.

A whimper left your mouth as he circled your clit. Grabbing the soft locks of his purple hair. Like always he reached the special spot inside of you. As always he left you a moaning mess, voice getting louder and louder as he went deeper. Your back arched as your hands ruined the smooth fabric leaving it furrowed.

His slender and long pale fingers reached deeper which many couldn’t. With those magical fingers and his tongue it wasn’t a surprise he could ruin you. A loud moan left your mouth as you felt yourself snap and orgasm.

It was quiet in the room with the only sound being you and his heavy breathing. You watched as his face appeared once more, covered in your cum. His eyes crinkled in glee, not taking his eyes off you he licked his finger. Embarrassed, you looked away feeling your face heat up.

“Don’t feel embarrassed now~” His voice spoke with cruel humor, “not after letting everyone hear you.”

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Repost from peach-cream-yukio

Sleepy sex with enmu. Cuddled on top of him and he can’t help how hot your closeness makes him. Your weight on his chest and hips, the occasional snuggle you do to get comfortable and closer. The sweet puffs of breath on his neck. He can’t help but shift aside your bottoms and play with you, get you ready for him. Letting you adjust before helping you sink into his length. He kneads and pets your sides as you twitch and squeeze around him. Maybe he bumps his hips up into yours, or maybe seeing your sleepy face has him coming in breathy pants as you lay your forehead on his collar bones

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Enmu would eat you out so gently…

Savoring your essence, slow up and down strokes of his relaxed tongue, practically drooling, and when he needs to drink you down, he gently closes his lips around your clit or yours lips and sucks while he swallows, and then starts back up with soft pets of his tongue. His pale white cheeks are heavily flushed pink, the markings on his face even more striking, and though his pupils don’t dilate, you can see in them how the obsession he holds for you bleeds lust into his gaze.

Deep giggles, sweet moans, shuddered gasps. His hands smooth over and grope your stomach, your breast, your sides, your back. Even coming down to your cute plush mound, parting your lips with his thumbs and slowly rubbing them with the slick collecting there. Eyes fluttering closed as he tries to taste you even deeper, nose nestling in your coarse hair for a moment.

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(Y/N) finding this at their front door after Enmu fails to rizz them up for the 5th time.

#enmu is a menace and i love him for it

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if you say your blog is nonbinary inclusive and then say fem-aligned dni then congrats! you’re not nonbinary inclusive actually go fuck yourself

#bat chats #you can't claim you're nonbinary inclusive and then cherry pick which nonbinary people can actually interact #this is the biggest issue i have with the nblm community i see this shit EVERYWHERE

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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) sooo..I hear your requests are open? Can I maybe Request Overblot Riddle breeding Mc/Yuu/s/o? Mc tries to calm him down and is being so caring and kind to overblotted riddle that he thought ‘that’s the one,the person I want to rule with’

Btw your both blogs are AMAZING! Your writing is so good! ^^ please have a nice day/night! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

✧ ft. yan!overblot!riddle rosehearts x reader

✧ fandom: twst┊genre: dark┊w/c: 3.0k┊format: fic

✧ content: fem!afab!reader, dubcon, shameless smut, mean!dom riddle, mind break, finger fucking, riding his fingers, implied degredation kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, choking, unrealistic cervix fucking

— a/n. hi anon! my pinned post always says whether i'm accepting requests or not <3 rn, i'm clearing up my requests and thank you, i actually haven't taken care of my other one for a while but i'll write more when the time comes (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

The blue skies that oversaw the little parties of the dorm were now inevitably covered by black mist, protruding into the air, painting it with darkness. The source of this nightmarish sight came from none but the dorm leader of Heartslabyul. You didn't know that Ace's actions would lead to this. But to think that this coup d'etat was the last straw to finally push Riddle on the brink of insanity.

Overblot.

You've faintly heard the word before the people begin to scatter, screaming and shouting due to the massive intake of blot in their lungs. You're not sure if inhaling the scent was toxic but you can't move. Your eyes widen by the sudden change of events, completely standing still as you attempt to process the tragedy unfolding in front of you. Incoherent noises merge inharmoniously as you pick up on certain voices.

Trey is rushing to get all the students evacuated alongside Cater, who tries to calm the panicked crowd. Your friends, Ace and Deuce, were behind you - trying to pry you away from your own mind as their words failed to reach you, ears beginning to ring due the massive uproar. You blankly stare as if you're mesmerised instead of terrified. The smile that forms on Riddle's face when he turns his gaze on you confirms it.

The monster looming behind him goes to seek its own chaos when it rushes past behind you, targeting your companions. The urge to run to them is there but you realise you can't when hands snake around your waist. "Y/N, there's no need to run." His voice is perturbing, like there's two people talking at once. You stare at him in disbelief, prying his hands off of you. "Riddle..." His name feels off on your tongue. You back away from him the expression on your face is threading the line between worry and anger.

The smirk he wore radiates this eccentricity you can't explain, making you feel small and scrutinised. It wasn't the first time you've felt like this in his presence. Your initial meeting during the unbirthday party is proof of that. He disregarded your opinions, blatantly disrespected you and your friends - more so, when he called you uneducated, degrading you and your family background.

You're wary of your unfortunate predicament. No doubt he can skewer your head in an instant as you're completely magicless unable to defend yourself with the advanced magic that Riddle possesses. Riddle tilts his head, his feet still floating over the ground, before placing a hand on your shoulder. "You're so quiet, Y/N. It's quite ironic since you were mouthing off earlier? Don't you think so?" The question is rhetorical, serving its purpose to vex you.

A shaky breath escapes you and you muster whatever courage you have inside to at least bring him back to his senses. "Riddle." Your voice is sterner than it is as you place a hand on his cheek, the ink sticking onto your palm.

"I'm so sorry if I've offended you in any way, but-" Your words are caught off by his sardonic laughter but you continue. "But you have to look around, you're destroying the environment, littering across the school grounds, hurting innocent students - How many rules do you think you've broken? Could please at least calm down for a moment?"

There's a moment of silence, so sharp that you swear it feels like it was stabbing you throughout this unnerving conversation. Riddle simply smiles and takes your hand. "Perhaps you're right. I have broken quite a lot of rules as of now." His words feel like the calm before the storm.

"But... how do you suppose you'll make it up to me?" You look at him, confused then his hand snakes up to your throat before it encloses, cutting off your airway. "You've defied my orders, caused chaos, and broke the rules." You barely register his words to his harsh grip but your nails dig into his ink covered hand.

"Why do you think I should let a magicless uneducated student like you live? Give me a good reason, Y/N." Ragged breaths come from your form as you begin to see black spots in your vision. Cruel. Hypocrite. Tyrant. If you have the ability to speak against him, you would.

Riddle can only witness how pathetic you are - putty in his hands as you get closer to passing out due to lack of oxygen. He must admit that the tears at the corner of your eyes are adorable. It's a shame that you got on his nerves. Breaking your neck is an easy feat but he can't help but wonder how far you're willing to go to earn his forgiveness.

Releasing your neck, you immediately collapse on the ground into coughing fits as you take deep breaths. Riddle kneels on one knee to reach your eyes level and smiles. "I'm giving you one chance to answer, Y/N. Why should I let you live?"

You're beyond terrified - his eyes no longer belonged to the esteemed dorm leader but a deranged man. You don't want to die and that's obvious enough as your pupils begin frantically searching every direction as if it's going to give you the answer he wanted.

"Anything." You blurt out in a panic. "I'll do anything."

His smile drops at your sudden statement. “Anything?” He echoes back to himself before he stands up. "Is that so?” He tilts his head as his own question but the tone of his voice is cheerier than you wanted it to be - like a child receiving a christmas present getting what they wished for.

He hums for a moment, contemplating his choices. You can't read his mind and through your frustration, you're gripping the grass to stress relief. You should've taken the chance to run when you had it. "Follow me." Riddle's voice breaks your internal monologue of scolding yourself and you follow suit - afraid of the consequences if you don't.

Every step is a burden added to your shoulders because you don't know where this is headed. For all you know, he could be leading you to your death. The soft crunches of the grass beneath your shoes should be a foreboding sign.

It's commendable, really, to think about how much audacity this man is quietly leading you to God knows where - walking nonchalantly as if he didn't try to kill all the students, kill you, a while ago. But at the same time, it's fascinating because you don't know the concept of how long Riddle will be in this state. He's terrifyingly calm even though his anger issues should've arised by now.

The tall bushes and the crimson painted roses isn't exactly the fondest picture. The path is now clear but the different routes can surely make anyone lost inside, except Riddle - who you're sure memorised the entire pathway system of the labyrinth.

"Do you know why I've brought you here?" The question seems rhetorical to you but you decide it's better to humour him. "Why?" He doesn't answer and simply walks near towards the bushels and picks out a rose.

Riddle plays with the petals of the rose, observing the uncleanliness of how it was painted. The roses aren't fully painted red as he sees the original whiteness of the rose. Annoyed by this, he crushes the flower in his hand and the petals melancholically fall apart.

"I want you to strip."

You blink twice trying to process his request and immediately, you're hit with the realization why he lead you to somewhere secluded. For one, you certainly didn't expect his boldness. But the moment you open your mouth to refute, you're pinned to the ground - one hand pinning both of your hands above your head and one on your mouth to keep it shut.

His maddened eyes stare at yours and you know he isn't joking. "You said you'd do anything, didn't you?" The tone of his voice is sickenly sweet and you're pissed off at the point he's using your own words against you.

The dorm leader, on the other hand, knows that you weren't going to be true to your words. But he's true to what he is - a controlling freak. Lowering your guard for a man who wasn't himself is entirely your fault to begin with.

"It really amazes me how fickle you can be. Didn't you want to live? Didn't you hate me? Or does hating me bring us back to this expense, hm? '' Riddle seems like he's enjoying this more than he should. "Don't you think I should punish you for your indecisiveness?"

Punish.

It's such a simple word that you can't help but despise.

His knee is wedged between your legs, roughly grinding against your crotch as his hands still pin your original position. You can feel the Cheshire grin on his face when he leans down and starts dragging his tongue across your neck. "It's really simple. You allow me to do as I please and I'll let you live."

You’re hyperventilating as you nod, dragging your hips to meet his knee. “That’s a good pet.” He says like it’s a compliment when nothing about being desperate to live is a good look on anybody.

Riddle observes you as he removes his hands away from you. Your cheeks have tear stains and your hair is dishevelled. The way your chest raises up and down makes him smile in pride, knowing he’s the reason you’re like this.

“Y/N. I don’t know if I should tell you this really. But I don’t like disobedience.” He rambles like he’s talking about his problems to a close friend before he rips your uniform open, tearing it to shreds.

He hums in agreement when he pulls down your bra and your breast spills out the material. He giggles when he sees the redness of your cheeks. “You’re really cute when you try to be, Y/N.”

You glare at him but that defiance doesn't last long when he kneads on your breasts, twisting your nipples harshly. You moan against your will and the embarrassment catches up to you. His hands latch on your belt, loosening your pants before getting rid of them.

"I like you like this better than I would've imagined you to be," He says as he massages two fingers against your clothed sex and your thighs instinctively rub each other for more friction. A small patronising laugh leaves him when your reactions don't go unnoticed. "You're really disgusting," Riddle says as if his cock isn't painfully hard.

You don't know what to do in this situation. It's not something you've planned. Do you allow him to do as he pleases? Do you enjoy it because there's nothing else you can do? What awful choices you have to choose from. "Riddle..." You say his name as you cover your face with your arm.

Fuck. You feel his hand push your panties to the side before two of his fingers are portrudding your walls - scissoring them inside, twisting them before pumping them agonisingly slow. Your toes curl when his digits brush against your g-spot. "Fuck, Riddle..." You moan while bucking your hips to meet his hand.

"Such words shouldn't be uttered by a lady." Another lecture but the way his hand is harshly thrusting up inside you makes you see white spots in your vision, clenching around his digits as you moan his name wantonly. You're not aware by your own actions but he's fucking his fingers into you so well that you become a hostage of your own body as the pleasure sending jolts down your spine making you arch towards him.

Riddle hums as he observes your cunt swallowing his fingers and smiles to himself like he's praising himself for an achievement he's done. You're acting like a whore because of him and though he finds it endearing, his mind spirals further because this vulnerable sight of you is being presented to him oh so deliciously.

His head lowers down and he can't stop himself from licking a strip of your clit before sucking it. "Good..." He hardly hears it and then you say it again, until your hand is tugging him by his hair. "Hng, feels so good." Your mind is going blank and you want to come too badly. Filled up, your subconscious thinks. You want to be filled up. But you restraint yourself from whimpering the phrase.

"Cum.... Gonna cum, Riddle." Your voice is so sweet, sounding so fragile and he sucks on your clit greedily - indulging himself with the taste of your juices like it's a tart he'd wish for his birthday. But he stops and he pulls away when he feels your cunt constrict so well around his fingers. The confusion on your face amuses him but he stares at the stickiness that lies between his fingers and it makes him think.

Praise.

He didn't think that he'd be this inclined to please someone for a few throw-away praises but it makes his cock throb when you become more and more vocal about how good he's making you feel. Perhaps it's a sense of narcissism and egotistical reassurance but he wants more - more of your words, more of you.

He rids himself of his clothes and the ink that decorated his body sticks onto yours when he pulls you closer. "Y/N. I have one small favour." What more could he possibly want?

"I want you to tell me where to touch you and good, it'll feel."

That's.... an odd request. Although to be fair, there's nothing normal about this entire affair. "I'm not sure what you mean, Riddle. I don't want any of this to happen." Riddle looks at you as you're joking and you can't blame him. You don't know who you're trying to convince - Riddle or yourself. But one thing is for sure, your cunt is clenching around nothing and your nipples are hard against the soft wind that passes by.

"Do you want to cum?"

You swallow at that question. Do you want to cum? You feel your pussy throb and you have to suppress a moan at his question.

As if reading your mind, Riddle pats his lap. "Crawl." How deplorable to see you obey with no question. You convince yourself that it's desperation to live, desperation to see your friends and enjoy your life but why is this making you feel so.... aroused?

He places his fingers below your crotch, barely touching your leaking cunt. "Ride them. If you need help, tell me." Your eyes widen at his request but the smile on his face mocks you. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, balancing yourself before you lower yourself on his fingers. Testing the waters, you move your hips, rolling them back and forth and god, it feels good.

"Does it feel good?"

You don't answer and he immediately threatens to remove his hand.

Your head drops against his shoulder and you whimper a protest as your hand immediately brings his hand back to its place. "Feels good. It feels so good. Please, let me cum." You whisper in his ear as you pump his fingers inside of you. He laughs at your sudden change of demeanour.

"Is this really the Y/N who tried to defy my orders?"

"Fuck... Your fingers reach deeper than mine could ever do."

"You...touch yourself?"

"Stress relief... Don't we need them all?" It’s ironic since Riddle is using you for the purpose of relieving his anger. He scoffs but the sick smile on his face guarantees that he's satisfied with your answer. Playful banter bears no harm, doesn’t it?

"Indeed." He agrees before he manhandles you on your knees, pressing against your back with his free hand. His fingers are still inside you but they aren't enough - the pace, the length, the depth. "Use your words, darling." Shit, pride be damned. "Cock, I want your cock, Riddle." You can feel the tip of his cock at your entrance and you just want to lose your mind, forget that this ever happened by getting drunk on the cock of your perpetrator.

"Care to elaborate where your place is?" The head of his dick enters your sopping cunt and it's enough to break your mind. "Beneath you. I'll do anything you wish, Riddle. Please, use me - use me and fill me up, please..." His cock slides in perfectly and it slightly nudges your cervix. The feeling of his cock stretching your walls is better than any pleasure you've felt in a while.

The salacious squelches of your meeting sex drives the both of you to insanity as your voice gets higher in volume. The roughness of the ground scratches the skin of your arms but Riddle's whimpers and moans of pleasure are comforting you to a dangerous degree. He's enjoying himself and you should too, shouldn't you? His cock is stirring your insides at the right place, rubbing against your g-spot over and over.

His hand finds its way to rub your clit, enough to send you to your high and squirting around his cock. You hear his laugh but his mean behavior is adding to your inevitable mind break as he keeps fucking you through your high.

Riddle isn't faring well either. Your cunt is gripping him like a vice as if it doesn't want him to pull out and pushing in is as hard if it weren't for your fluids mixing together. Fill you up, huh? He holds the thought dear and imagining how your cunt would look like dripping with his cum allows his hips to slam against yours, reaching your cervix. "Want me to fill you up?" The series of affirmation that left as your walls convulse around his cock is enough to push him over the edge and paint your insides white.

His eyes trail down from your back to your pussy and he can see the ring of cum as he fucks you through his high. With a smile on his face, he slams back inside. "Riddle?" You say his name in a panic and Riddle holds your neck, pulling you closer. "Your place is beneath me, remember?" His hips give a particularly cruel thrust that shuts you up with a loud moan "Mine to do with as a please ♡ "

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