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Wholesome asf and I'm here for it

yandere!dragon who kidnaps you, the kingdom’s fourth princess, as an act of revenge against the humans that slayed his mate. he finds you in the royal courtyard shouting at a knight. just swoops down from the air, snatches you in one claw, and flies off.

yandere!dragon who drops you in his tower and watches with disdain as you explore the area. he doesn’t know it’s more lavish than anything you’ve ever been given in the palace. he doesn’t know nobody would suffer with you gone.

yandere!dragon who hates how weak you look. how when you stare up at him, your eyes are all wide and glittery with curiosity. shouldn’t you be crying? begging to go home? shouldn’t you be scared of him?

yandere!dragon who doesn’t like the thing you do with your lips—when they curl up and your eyes shut as you flash your teeth. as if a tiny thing like you could intimidate him, or pose any threat. still, something in his chest aches at the motion. you must practice witchcraft, to injure him so.

yandere!dragon who refuses to speak to you. but it only makes you chirp more, like a bluebird constantly flitting around. if bluebirds were clumsy and obsessed with collecting and examining the scales he sheds.

yandere!dragon who returns from a hunt one morning to find your room empty. who flies over the kingdom, the one that never claimed you, and razes it all to the ground in hopes of finding you there.

yandere!dragon who comes home to wallow in his sorrow in the one place he loves most: his treasure room. only to find you, legs crossed and arms wrapped around one of the eggs his mate laid before dying.

yandere!dragon who watches as you help his baby out of the egg, wiping off remains from its shiny scales. you're blabbering on and on about something, just like you always are.

yandere!dragon who sees the moment his baby imprints on you, its molten eyes locking onto your form as you coo and kiss its.. forehead? is that what one would call it, in human terms?

yandere!dragon who finally listens and responds to your words, hiding the way he preens behind a sneer as you tell him he looks just like his baby. he finds that he likes the way your eyes sparkle when his baby gurgles out a sneeze that singes the tips of your hair.

yandere!dragon who transforms into his human form so he can see you from up close. whose breath hitches when he realizes you’re gorgeous. like freshly polished gold and a lava bath at the perfect heat.

yandere!dragon who can’t help but purr now, every time you touch his tail to marvel at the iridescence of his scales. who adores the way his son flies in circles around you when you’re singing next to the fireplace. adores the way you smile. which, apparently, is what the strange thing with your lips was. not a threat.

yandere!dragon who watches you while you sleep in his nest, pushing back strands of hair from your face and letting out a rumble of laughter when your nose scrunches.

yandere!dragon who has never let you out of his sight—and who now has even more of a reason not to.

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Brb, gonna go sob 😭

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mirror —ghost

—summary: The summer heat has you slipping between sleep and reality. Something not-so corporeal helps you cool off.

—warnings: ghost x human, monsterfucking, piv sex, mirror sex (technically), creampie, dubcon/somnophilia.

—word count: 1,3k

—a/n: no thoughts just horny. also on AO3

The best thing about living alone, you’ve come to realize, is the privacy. You’re free to do whatever: take your time in the bathroom in the morning or whenever you want, spend an eternity soaking in the claw-footed tub this house came with, walk around your home in the skimpiest clothing imaginable (not only does it help to beat the summer heat, it also (technically) leaves you less laundry to do), splay out on your king-sized bed in a starfish position, limbs akimbo, drag the full-length mirror in your bedroom in front of your bed and stare at the way any dildos you own get swallowed up by your greedy cunt.

No point in wondering why the last owner was in such a rush to get rid of it; so much so that he accepted well below market price for a freshly renovated, fully-furnished house with a moderate backyard in a relatively safe neighborhood.

The longer this heatwave lasts, the skimpier your clothes get. There’s barely any fabric to cling to your constantly sweat-slick skin by this point, just a tiny skirt hiked so far up your bare skin touches the wooden chairs when you sit and a shirt that’s more spaghetti straps than torso. The huge, double-door fridge is a reprieve, cool air billowing out and caressing your heated skin. It almost feels like a genuine caress, like someone’s cool hands sliding down your body.

Seriously, you need to get out of the house and meet people instead of fantasizing about the cool touch of your fridge. But the outside is infinitely hotter than the inside.

You kick the bedsheet away from your body, grumbling at the lingering day heat. You’d stripped the sheet from the duvet the moment spring chill had plunged into summer heat and stuffed the latter into the closet until fall. Even then, you tend to wake up without the sheet in the morning, finding it crumbled on the floor. Yesterday was another sweltering day. It has left the air stuffy and the fans only push the warm, stale heat around without providing any relief. You unplug them in a fit of frustration and cringe at the feeling of moisture when you lay against your pillow again.

Sleep doesn’t completely evade you but you’re not fully asleep, either. You think so, at least. There are moments of brief blackouts, where you open your eyes and turn to look at the time only to find not even an hour has passed. Your eyelids feel heavy.

Then, there are the hands on your body. Caressing, petting, groping. They’ve been there for some time now, just touching, feeling. They’re not cold, just cool enough to feel pleasant against your heated skin and inject some relief into your sluggish thoughts of sun and heat. A sigh escapes your lips at the sensation. Fingertips trance the expanse of your skin, draw constellations between your moles and freckles. The other hand moves to rest on your breast. It kneads the soft flesh, gently pinches your nipple between its fingers, runs a thumb over it.

You inhale sharply, heart thrumming in your chest, pressing your thighs together. It does little to quell the desire for friction, or touch. The hand tracing its fingertips down your body reaches your hip, then skirts across your flesh to rest on the inside of your thigh. You blink languidly; the heat is stifling, your head feels thick.

Cool fingers dip between your legs, press against your clit like — like they’re what? Testing the waters. You stifle the half-baked moan in the back of your throat.

The hands leave you all at once and you croak out a sound that doesn’t even sound like you, desperate and needy. They’re back not even a moment later, though, heavy on your hips as if they’re trying to guide you. You reach for a pillow and prop it under yourself. It’s a nice dream, you don’t need it to end because it forces you into an uncomfortable position that drives home the realization that it’s a dream. Because then you’ll wake up, alone again.

Something thick and heavy rests on your pelvis. Maybe this makes you a bad sex partner in this brief dream but you don’t want to reach out and touch it, guide it. If it’s your dream, your partner should know the where and how. The cool hands planted firmly on your hips pull you forward just slightly and the weight from your pelvis disappears. It rests against your entrance, but doesn’t push forward just yet. One hand leaves you and the tip of its cock drags through your slick folds, bumps against your clit.

“Please,” you croak, staring at the ceiling. Your throat is dry.

The stranger’s cock angles itself against your entrance and pushes in carefully. You take a slow, deep breath in, try to relax around the pleasant intrusion. The hands — under your knees now, guiding your legs apart. A body presses against your thighs. Whoever it is, stops, pauses for a moment. You clench around the cock buried in your cunt. A cold, shuddering breath hits you. Goosebumps rise on your skin. The hands push your knees further apart until there’s an ache in your muscles, and then they depart, one finding a spot on your waist, the other your breast.

It moves, then. The cock nestled deep within you sharply pulls back and thrusts in again. You scramble for anchor, to grab onto something but all you come up with is sheet that tugs loose. Their pace is dizzying, thighs slapping against yours, cock plunging into your wet cunt. The sound is so wet and lewd and goddamned loud in the still silence of your home. You go to stifle the half-moan half-groan in your throat but— wait, it’s your house, your dream, who gives a fuck about the neighbors? The cock in your cunt pulls nearly all the way out and thrusts in again and hits that spot, so good, dragging against your slick walls and you swear you feel every groove and dip, every goddamn vein. Your moan slips out involuntarily, and whoever it is here with you, seems invigorated.

The hand on your breast leaves, a forearm rests around your thigh, pulling it up and — fuck, their cock drives in so incredibly deep you nearly choke on your own spit. You scramble upwards, resting your weight on your elbows to look at your partner —

There’s no one there. Your bedroom is empty. But there’s a hand on your torso, cool fingers digging into your flesh and a forearm supporting your thigh and the shape of someone’s shoulder against your Achilles’ tendon. There’s a cock plunging into your cunt and you hear someone’s labored breathing.

The full-length mirror skids across the laminated floor and stops in front of your bed. Something invisible is thrusting into your pussy, gaping back at you in the reflection. Your face burns — your whole body burns. You can’t look away from the debauchery staring back at you. Whoever — whatever — it is, thrusts harshly, cold hands pulling you against their body. Your thighs are wet and sticky, slamming against theirs, your hole gaping back at you, being abused by something you can’t see. It sends you hurtling over the edge.

You come around the phantom cock with something reminiscent of a shriek and a moan and terror and pleasure all combined. Your cunt clenches around the thing your muscles sore and sweat beading on your skin. The cock plunges into you again and again and again and you blink back the tears and the fear and the overwhelming pleasure. The fingers on your body dig into your flesh and the cock nestled in you buries deep, thighs pressing against your own, and spills. It’s so warm, so pleasant. The mirror skids closer, right until it touches the edge of the bed.

Your cunt is forced wide open. Stuffed. The pearlescent cum coats your walls, oozes out from inside you, dribbles onto your bedsheets. The cock in you stays there but the body moves.

A small fogged patch, like warm breath, appears on the mirror, and then, letters.

Hi :)

Oh. So that's why this place was so cheap.

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You wake up with a hand around your boob, squeezing it like it's a stress toy. You mumble half asleep, hitting the hand and waiting for them to stop. But they only release it enough to slip their hand under your soft shirt. Cold fingers find your nipple, pinching it and pulling until you are whimpering, not knowing if you want to get more or less of it. They don't give you a choice. Their fingers play with your nipple until you are begging, your panties so wet you can hear it when you rub your legs together. Another hand finds your soaked center, rubbing your clit in slow circles, dragging your pleasure until you are shivering with an orgasm.

And when you come down from the pleasure, you remember you live alone...

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Help

Hey guys! I'm working on a Juni Kokuki (The 12 Kingdoms) fanfiction and I have no idea where to post it. Anyone know any other places other than a03 and wattpad?

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Asking Nanami to teach you how to touch yourself properly was sooo embarrassing.

It wasn't your fault that he fingers you so much better than you— the way his thick fingers just fill up your cute little cunt just felt more pleasurable. And as the sweet lover he is, he happily agreed to it!

"Just like that my love " he softly mumbles as you push your middle and ring finger inside your cunt, with you sitting on his lap, leg spread— you could feel his dick slowly harden and every hitch of his hot breath.

"B-but it doesn't feel as good as you Ken..." your cheeks were starting to flush. "Really? How bout' now?" He pushes his fingers inside, sliding with your own fingers inside your slick cunny, filling up your gummy walls with his thick, callused digits.

"mmpf!" You covered your mouth with your free hand, muffling your moans. The sheer stretch and tension made your whole body quiver and your face flush.

"Shh shh it's okay" Nanami shushed you as you squirmed and moaned relentlessly as the overwhelming pleasure over took you. The feeling of your gummy walls being roughly fucked by his fingers was too much you could feel yourself getting closer and closer.

Nanami's fingers sliding and crossing with your two fingers whilst inside you, being completely submerged in your wetness— slowly pumping in and out, it was so intimate you could cum on the spot.

Nanami fasten his pace, his index and thumb grabbing onto your wrist, making you both finger yourself causing the whole room to be filled with the hot squelching noise of your cunt and your embarrassing high pitched moans.

As you finally reached your high, he pulls out his pruney fingers along with yours, slowly reaching his hand up— making you watch as he puts in his mouth, tasting your bittersweet finish.

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Your boyfriend loved playing with your pussy. And, no, not in a sexual way.

You were cuddling, your back resting against his chest while his tired eyes were fixed on the TV after a long day. Your legs were spread and his big hands were subconsciously roaming lazily over your relaxed body, down, down until he reached the waistband of your pretty panties. You glanced down at his hand when he slid it under your underwear, meeting your soft pussy lips.

You looked up at him when he started rubbing and pinching your folds only to see your almost sleepy boyfriend staring at the TV, very drawn into the show. He didn't even look at you, not even a slight flinch. Because, well, he was too damn relaxed, watching TV while playing with your pussy because he loved how soft and puffy it was.

You whimpered lowly, turning your attention back to the TV while he kept molding your pretty pussy.

A few minutes later, you started squirming when he accidentally rubbed your little bud, making you leak.

And, without noticing, he slid his thick fingers down to your sappy cunt, rubbing small circles over it before moving them back to your clit, making it throb.

You bit your lip, lifting your hips against his hand, meanwhile he chuckled softly at the forgotten TV show in the background.

He kept playing with your clit and cunt until you were all soaked, holding back your moans when your clit started throbbing deliciously against his fingers while you orgasmed.

Finally, he looked down at you, noticing his very flushed and lustful little girlfriend. Then, his eyes moved down to his hand, sliding it out of your panties. His fingers were sticky, soaked with your arousal.

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A/n: Hey peeps! Back with a very short smut scene. This is just something me and a friend put together in a LoZ roleplay we're doing. Lyra is my friend's OC. Tell me what you guys think! She's pretty excited to hear feed back 💜 😊. Also I did not make this art piece, my friend sent it to me. All credits go to the original artist Cokoakeo on tik tok!

Tags: Masturbation (not mutual)

Trigger Warning: Religious guilt (? If you squint a little)

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Lyra:

Lyra disappears into the bathroom to get dressed and maybe relieve herself again. But she couldn't risk that. Not when Link's insanely good hearing was on the other side of the door. She bites her lips and sits on the floor, against the tub. She couldn't help it. Her fingers easily slipping inside her soft wet cunt. She covers her mouth, her eyes roll back as she imagines for just a moment that it was Link touching her like this. Lyra fights back a whimper as her fingers slip in and out, curling to hit that perfect spot at just the right angle. Imagining it was Link was enough to get her to cum, at least it she wasn't holding back. She didn't want to stop, not yet, she wanted her fantasies to run wilder, deeper. She needed this, she needed him. But she couldn't say that, not now— not ever.

But maybe she should, tell him that is, have him fuck her stupid in everyway imaginable. Little splashes of her juices fall to the floor and her back arches off the wood of the tub. She could just imagine the feeling of him inside of her, stretching her out making her scream. And she almost did if she didn't force her gown into her moth. Her hips buck as thoughts flowed into her mind of Link, then the Princess and her face when she found Link with Lyra bent over the desk in her lab. How angry she'd be at the both of them, but being powerless to really do anything to them. After all, Zelda may be the Princess but Link was the Hero of Legends, people held more alliance to him that her as he was one of them. Lyra was somone important to the Goddess herself. To intentionally harm who were clearly favorites of Zelda's patron goddess would spell disaster. So she would be force to know that the girl she was clearly so jealous of would have everything that belonged to her. Oh by the Goddess, Lyra was could be stoned for thoughts like this. Claiming a princess could ever be jealous of a commoner with a commoner bloodline. But just the idea of that kind of power makes Lyra cum. Her juices splashing across the floor. She can't even care right now about the mess she'd have to clean up. Instead she focuses on the thoughts that if ever uttered would have her killed. Link, taking her whenever and where ever he pleased. In front of the entire Royal Court. Parading her around like the pawn she was. That makes her cum again. Despite never being one for meaningless sex, Lyra imagines what it would be like to be nothing more to Link. Something that he could use and discard at his whim. Lyra lays on the floor, placing her head on the rug, propping her feet up on the sink, changing the angles at which her fingers where hitting her inner walls. She nearly screams again as more of her juices splash on the floor. Her mind trying to tell ehr to stop ow. She could get caught and that would ruin her. Socially and mentally. She'd lose her job and never be able to find one again. But the image of Link using her as nothing more than a hole, cumming inside of her whenever he wanted, using her to his hearts content fills her mind and she can't stop her fingers form digging directly into her sweet spot. His seed spilling from all of her holes. How from him would sprout their baby.

The thought of being pregnant by Link it has her cumming more and more. Barely able to keep in her screams, she thought of getting to give him children, how he'd make her round and soft belly swollen with his seed. How he'd keep her bed bound and always pregnant. How they, together would make the most beautiful children, the strongest children, children that were favored by the goddess. Oh, Hylia~ She could see it now, Link fucking her, and kissing her gently on her soft belly. Then

Oh, Goddess

His voice.

All she could think of his the things he'd say to her while she begged for more. How she was such a good girl for taking him. How wet she was for home. How she sucked him in and wouldn't let go. She needed it. She needed to hear his voice while he fucked her. She need him bad. She wanted him inside of her, she wanted to feel him, to hear him. More of her juices splatter against the floor and even more onto the wall as she cum again and again, with each passing thought of something Link would say to her. She needed stop now, he might hear her and come to check if something's wrong. What if he found her again, like last night she wouldn't be able to handle that. But by the goddess did she want to see him like that again. So caring and compassionate to her, so gentle. So strong and stern, oh Hylia, his body. More of her juices splatter onto the floor as her mind zeros in on Link's strong glistening muscles. She couldn't stop herself. Her fingers continue to fill like she wished Link would. But she needed to stop, none of this was appropriate, especially not for her. She was below him in everyway. She was a lowly maid that could be replaced any second. Tears build in the corner of her eyes for a moment as rational thought comes back to her mind. Even if just for a second. Every thought she had just had could get her killed. Thinking that about any of her superiors was bad enough but the imperial family. To think what could become of her and her family nearly had her stopping right then and there. But then the thought of Link saving her crosses her mind. Once more she was drawn the the thought of last night and Link's glistening abs was more important that her rational thought. Link was so warm and she could still feel him pressed against her. Oh Hylia, take her now. Lyra felt like she floating, there was no ground beneath her as she cums across the floor again and again. Was she really reaching the Goddess?

Lyra comes down form her high still laying on the bathroom floor in a puddle of juices and cursing herself for the mess she had made.

She lays there for a few minutes, collecting herself. She couldn't take much longer, Link was probably wondering where she was. Given how sweet his heart was, probably wondering if she was okay? She feels her pussy ache at the thought of him standing outside the door, having heard all of the lewd and messy— borderline sinful sounds her desperately soaked cunt had made...

No, she couldn't start again. She had to get herself together, she needed to be ready for this journey.

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Link:

Link in the other hand, needed to take care of this. It nearly hurt with how hard he was. Just a touch makes it ooze precum. Her hisses softly when he wraps a hand around his hot pulsing length. He bites his lip and just for a moment imagines it was Lyra touching him like this. Link lets out a soft grunt, low, breathy. His head falls back as his fist pumps up and down his length faster. He could feel himself coming close to an orgasm, but just one wouldn't be enough. He needed to be quick, only Hylia knew when Lyra would come out. And if she were to catch him like this? Oh goddess, that would be humiliating, shameful, he couldn't— *Splurt*

Thick, white cum comes spewing out of his dick. He doesn't stop, using the spillage as lube to go harder, gripping his dick harder. His hips buck upwards, fucking into his fist. Fuck~ He needed her, he needed this— no, that wasn't quite it. He needed her. Just his hand wasn't enough, but it would have to be enough.

Link bites his lip again, imagining Lyra stepping out the bathroom, a towel around her body, the shocked look on her face as she stares at his pathetic form, mindlessly masturbating to the thought of her. How would she react? Would she be disgusted with him? Hate him? Indulge him? Touch him even? He could see her walking towards him, dropping to her knees and taking his aching cock that his hand couldn't grip hard enough, in between her own hands, the warmth of her mouth hugging his tip, before she pulls out her perfectly round, fat, saggy tits. He could see the way she would use them to pleasure him, the way she'd move them up and down while looking up at him with those tempting, devilishly innocent eyes that could only belong to the face of an angel.

Is that what she was? An angle here to tempt him into damnation for whatever sins he committed in his past life? If that was it, he wouldn't mind. In fact he'd welcome it. He wanted her, at least in this moment.

Fuck! Link's mind was a mess, the way he moved his hips, trying to reach that edge but it wasn't enough. He lets his imagination run wilder. She was a messenger of hylia, clearly favored in some way yet he had to gall to image her in such an ungodly way. Oh, he was going to burn for this, definitely. But if he was going to burn at least let him touch her once.

Somewhere in Link's mind, where sense and reason still resided, snapped at him to break out of this spell. This wasn't right, she was his subordinate, he was in charge of her, an order from the princess herself. But he couldn't give a damn right now.

*Sploosh*

Another heavy load shoots from his dick.

Oh he was gonna burn for sure.

Link pants softly still trying to keep his breathing controlled as he continues stroking his dick slowly. He needed to stop and go about their plan for the the day but she was taking forever and he needed this. If he couldn't have her wrapped around him then let him at least imagine. How wet she'd be when she sat on his hard dick. How she'd ride him, how her plush thighs would clench at the feeling of him inside her. Fuck. He needed to feel her bad. He needed to hear her to beg him. He wanted to watch her cry. That was the root of this. To watch her cry and scream for him to keep fucking her and for how warm and tight she'd be around him. And oh, hell would be so hot for him. This Lady who had been nothing but sweet to him, screaming his name. But, by her own admission she wasn't a lady. Did that mean Link could have his way with her right now? Oh, now he can only imagine himself taking her the night before. Her prone and helpless. Fuck he should have. He bites his lip as her stroke himself slowly feeling how he'd slide into her and fuck, he cums again barely holding back his whimpers as what little is left in him spills onto his hands making him collapse back against the bed.

Link lays sprawled across the bed, his chest heaving up and down as he finally allows himself to catch his breath. What was he thinking? Well, he knew what he was thinking. Oh how far he's fallen. Link shakes his head clear of any remaining dirty thoughts, at least he tries to. He quickly hikes up his pants, hoping that Lyra wouldn't step out before he completely composed himself.

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Pussyjob w izuku while he yaps

Just grinding your wet pussy up and down his cock as it lies against his abdomen twitching up into the warmth you lie on his cock. He reslishes in the sticky feeling of you rubbing up and down in his cock, whining as you put your hands on his chest with a smile; you swirl your hips occasionally at the tip of his cock when your clit grazes against it just right.

You let out a breathy moan and bite your lip, gliding your pussy up and down the messy sounds and feeling of it going striaght to izukus head. He'd completey forgotten what he was talking about. His eyes trail down from your gorgeous face to see where your bodies met, he watched closely as you grind down on his cock massaging it with every glide and the occasional clench around it.

He groans at the thought of you finally letting him take you. His hips lifting slightly and bucking up into you. Your weight on top of his cock and the warmth you provided as you teased his aching cock that begged to be planted inside if you. He whined up at you as you began to speak.

“ c'mon izu, I thought you were telling me about your day? how did the kids do on the test?”

Test? When did izuku tell you about the test he'd given out... It must've completely slipped his mind that he's told you. He couldn't remember correctly his mind being fogged over with the keed sight infront of him. You weren't exactly making it easy with the way you moaned lousky whenever he open his mouth to at least attempt to continue.

Poor thing could only get out a few whiney "oh"'s and "uhm-"s. He looked so fucked out and he hadn't even came yet. He felt so good but the pleasure he was feeling wasn't enough to get him there, especially because he was only thinking about the second you finally ket him burying his cock ball deep inside of you. The thought alone had his cock twitching and aching like it wanted to cum.

His orgasm approaching and teasing him with the sweet release he craved. You giggled at the way his thighs spasmed slightly, tensing and shivering as his hands quiver just above your hips baerly grazing your skin. He can't help but whimper and shut his eyes on the edge of tears from the sweet tinge of release at the brink.

He couldn't even get the rest of his words out beifrr you finally let his cock slip inside of your hole. Humming in amusement as you watch his face contort into one of purr bliss, his hips jerking up into your heat and his body hunching over yours as he wraps his arms around you guiding you up and down on his cock. Poor thing moaning sweetly in your ear as you kiss the naoe of his neck.

He came so hard inside of you and passed right out.

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Medieval Yuri ;)

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Sworn to You mood board Knight Aemond x Princess Reader

Your knight, Aemond, who was always by your side, no matter how much you tried to bribe him, he will not fall for it. He was always trailing you, refusing you to be out of sight, not because of duty but because he simply needed to be around you.

You knight, Aemond, who will always savor your scent whenever you are near him. Who would always find an excuse to touch your skin, may it be him offering his hand as you walked down the stairs or him wrapping his arms around your frame whenever the measliest of threats arose, disguising his passion as protection.

Your knight, Aemond, who would always stare down and intimidate any suitor of yours. Trailing closely behind as you tried to get to know them, always quick to go in between and meddle when he felt you were warming up with any lord or prince. Unable to stomach seeing you grow agreeable with your courtships.

Your knight, Aemond, who was always there the second you called for him. It does not matter if he has barely rested or eaten; the moment you send for him, he will be rushing down the castle halls, tending to your needs, no matter how insignificant or even frivolous they are. 

Your knight, Aemond, who would always listen intently to your babbling. Nodding along as you tell him your encounters for the day though he already knew because he was always by your side. Occasionally indulging you with his silver-tongued quips as he would sometimes be the one to share with you the latest gossip in court. 

Your knight, Aemond, who had been growing quite obvious with his affection for you. Sending you small tokens and flowers. He would often utilize the lie that the gifts were sent by an unnamed lord when, in reality, they all came from him. 

Your knight Aemond, who knew fully well that yearning for you would make no difference because whatever love you two would have for each other would be a love that would be denied and could not be, for how could a knight ever deserve a princess? 

Your knight, Aemond, who would settle to just being your sworn protector just as long as he had you near. Because as dreadful it was to see you be bound to another, nothing would compare to not having you near him; at those moments when he stood by your side, he indulged himself with a fantasy and pretended that you were his. 

Masterlist: The Hunt ; Night Off ; Neglectful Jealousy ; Devious Forgiveness ; Innocent Touch ; Awkward After ; Please ; Missing ; Pretense ; Leave ; Lonely ; Fallen ; Run ; Gloomy ; Questions ; Particular Risk ; New ; Love ; Someday ; North ; Scarlet Heart ; Space ; How Did it End?

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you say he's too small — love and deepspace

including. zayne, xavier, rafayel, sylus, caleb

warnings. fem! reader, brat taming, dirty talk, rough syx, big dicks, they took it personal, petnames used: darling, sweetheart, princess, brat, pretty girl

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ zayne

not the reaction you've expected yet zayne laughs like you've straight up offended him— a low, vicious sound dragging through the lengths of his throat as his hands dig into your flesh, dragging you down on his cock until your breathing was caught sharp in your throat.

"you wanna run your mouth, pretty girl?" his voice sinks low, dragging through the heat between you like smoke, his gaze glinting with something cruel and sweet, "then take all of it, come on, take every inch."

he grabs your ass with roughened palms, pulling you flush against him as he fucks into you with a brutal snap of his hips, "really, so small?" he spits, "you really wanna lie like that when you're leaking down your thighs?" as he starts pounding into you like he's trying to prove a point, thrust until your slick walls take his shape, pulse around him like he's the only thing you've ever known as each thrust felt heavier than the last— utterly thick and brutal rubbing on your walls, so deep it made your eyes roll back.

"can't even handle me," he growls, "you keep trying to squirm away— where's all that bratty shit show now?" you're crying from overstimulation, in fact, everything was just way too hot and too wet, your ass tingling where his hands kept slapping it, squeezing and holding you into place.

"darling," he pants, "you said it, yeah? now you take it," and zayne doesn't stop, not until he's spilling into you with a broken groan, pressing down so you cannot move an inch, grinding through the aftershocks just to make sure it sticks.

"that feel small?" he exhales through his teeth, something like a laugh dying in his throat as he sinks deeper into your warmth, "cause you'll be leaking for me for hours."

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ xavier

"...what did you just say?" confusion draws over xavier's facial features as his voice drops into a tone that doesn't even sound human anymore— turning quite disbelieving as his pupils blow wide, staring at you like he might devour you whole.

"you're really gonna say i'm small in the middle of it?" to tease him a little further, you decide to utter it once more, just to see what he'll do and fuck— he snaps, rightfully so as he grabs your thighs, spreads you open with both hands, wide enough that it burns, so you can see the outline of him as he slides back in, "does that feel small?" he snarls, voice thick with possession and something even worse— the urgency to prove you wrong.

"look at your pussy, baby, swallowing me like it's starving— look how fucking deep i am," and you do look as it ruins you, the way he stretches you, the fat base of his cock dragging against something so sensitive it made your stomach seize up, the wet squelch of your cunt fluttering around every inch he buries inside.

he draws back just enough to look, eyes gleaming like he's studying something rare and irreplaceable as his palm snaps sharp against your inner thigh, not out of rage but precision— a sound so wet and filthy it bloomed between you as he watches the recoil with a kind of cold interest that bordered on worship.

"don't lie, you're dripping, look, and i've barely even started moving," as he turns his head down and spits— right where you're joined, thumb smearing the globule of saliva into your clit and mixing it up with the filthy mess, like he wanted to make you see how wrong you were.

"i'll ruin you slow," xavier promises, voice husky, "fuck you until you can't sit without thinking of me, if this is small—" he thrusts deep and laughs, your vision whitening out, "—then you better pray i never really stretch you open."

your nails dig into his back like you're trying to anchor yourself to reality, in fact, to him, to anything, really— because you see, the way he fits inside you was devastating, your stomach coiling and wracked with the agony of being sprawled too rough, his cum thick and endlessly coming in white, warm ribbons as he groans with sin and need, as if your bodies were made only to drown together.

your breath catches onto every gasp as if even the air has become too much for you to endure, your hips stuttering and grinding without meaning, most importantly without will, just chasing the friction that made you feel alive as his cock was the only thing grounding you towards your pleasure.

a fractured hiss slips from him, the sound of a man too far gone as his jaw clenched, eyes wild, like your cunt was some divine punishment and he was utterly grateful to be ruined by it, "that's right, feel how big i really am, sweetheart."

"say it," xavier hisses like he's savoring it, like he wanted you to hear the desperation in his lungs, "say i'm not small— say you love how i fill you up," and you do, because it's true, correct? every single inch of you was wrecked by now, opened up around his cock like you were made to stay there.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ rafayel

"oh?" rafayel gives you an intrigued look, his eyes flicking to where you're spread wide for him, all flushed and aching and already gushing around his cock yet spelling out something so laughable, "small?" you don't get the chance to respond before he pushes in with one fast snap of hips— rougher than he had any right to go as he smiles when your legs begin to shake immediately.

"funny," he hums, "considering the way you're clenching down on me like you cannot let go," he stops mid thrust when you whisper it once more, his cock stilled inside within a long pause as you can hear the tick of his jaw when he exhales.

he leans over you now, hand palming your breasts hard enough to make you gasp out into his mouth, "but you're trembling," he drawls underneath his exhale with his jaw locked, like the feel of your walls tensing around him was too much— like it was destructive on him of how tight you were, how greedy and how bratty you were to him yet rafayel still wanted more.

the man watches you like he's analyzing a painting, "you seem to struggle from something so small?"

"you feel that, no?" he growls, hips grinding in slow, devastating circles, "that's me stretching you out, filling every fucking inch— claiming you, so tell me again, come on, who's too small?"

at this point, you cannot even form the simplest of words, drooling down your own chin as your cunt was squelching and twisting around him loud enough to echo within your bedroom as he just grins filthily.

"that's what i thought," rafayel whispers, his tongue moves in slick circles over your tits, voice low like a secret carved out of sin as if he's telling your body what he's going to do without ever asking, like your entire soul was already promised to him, "you're gonna keep me inside for hours, sweetheart, i'll keep cumming until your body knows the shape of me."

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ sylus

what got sylus the most was the way you've said it to him— quite soft yet smug, with a saccharine coated pout like you're honestly disappointed in his ability to pleasure you.

what else was he supposed to do other than still himself inside you in shock, the deafening silence that followed next not really being silence, because in reality the atmosphere was charged— you could compare it to an animatic stillness as his grip on your wrists were slowly tightening just enough to make you shiver under him, "you know what you just said?" his voice echoes softly against your cheek, too soft, in fact, as if he was trying the words out on his tongue like a wine he's about to spit out.

the laugh he lets out next was the last warning you'll get, because sylus doesn't say anything else— he just grabs both of your ankles and folds you in half, hips snapping forward with a brutal slam that punches the breath straight out of your chest.

"so small?" he grits, voice breaking into something high and ragged, hips jerking as he fucks you into the mattress like he's attempting to fuck the thought straight out of your darling skull, "you're creaming all over me like you need it, and you've got the nerve to lie like that?"

your tits bounce from the force of his hips, and of course, of course, his hands are all over them, squeezing and pinching your nipples, spreading the mounds of flesh as if trying to claim every inch he's obsessed over as he leans in, biting down just under your nipple, growling, "gonna call me small when you can't even take all of me?"

"all this mess, and you still wanna lie?" and you feel it— the tension between your legs, the burning stretch and your swollen folds, how slick your pussy sounded every time he slams himself back in, every twitch of his thickness dragging against your soaked walls, your body straining and holding, straining and holding, the sheer pressure of him inside you enough to make your vision go halo, like you're being reshaped from the inside out into something that belonged to him.

alas, you put a mental sticker inside your head to never lie to sylus again— you simply can't, in fact, you're already crying from the rough pace he's going for, shaking so bad he has to hold you in place by your wrists just to keep going.

you feel him add additional grinds on your pussy whenever you swallowed him whole, his tip pinching against your sweet spot every time he sinks too deep— like he's reshaping your frame, like your body was always meant to swell around the size of him.

you sob out his name while being stuffed full, thighs shaking from the pressure as he bears down on you, a rhythm built from slow destruction, the pressure inside you mounting as your belly contracts tight, your cunt milking him raw and seizing from how thick and hard he moves and shoves his hips, "there, there's your truth, not so small now, am i?"

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ caleb

caleb pauses, his brain rewiring and blinking down at you in complete disbelief, "you really think that's funny?" he asks you earnestly mid thrust, like he didn't just bottom out and leave you totally whiny underneath his broad figure.

you nod devilishly, lips curled up into a smug little grin when, well, that's what does it, really— with that he leans into you like a challenge, tucking a hand behind your head with his fingers tangled tight in your hair, fucking through the tightness of your hole, all the way until you choke up his name, your smirk suddenly crumbling.

caleb kisses the corner of your tear stricken eye, his ragged breathing warm against your cheek as he coos, "not so small now, huh? it's like your body knows who it belongs to."

the man only just begun and doesn't think your thighs shaking around his waist was enough for you to understand to never say that again, not when your mouth falls open with a strangled moan of his name, not when you attempt to whine that it's too much when he just shushes you sweetly with his soft lips.

"hm, i forgot i'm dating a comedic," he says it like it hurts him and for a second, you see it flicker in his eyes, real heartbreak, or just feigned innocence? before his gaze twists into something dark, near devotional, "princess, oh princess," he coos, grabbing your face in both hands and fucking into you slow and tender like he's trying to reach your heart from underneath, "no, you don't mean that, you're just being cruel, aren't you? just trying to get me to break?"

his cock pulses deep inside you, thick and dragging over every trembling ridge of your cunt as your toes curl and your legs kick just a little, involuntary from the stretch, "you feel that, baby? you feel how your pussy's milking me already? tell me— does something small make your breath hitch like that?"

to caleb, there was nothing more mesmerizing than hearing your voice falling apart, adoring it whenever he's making you taste the consequences of every bratty little lie you've told him, "oh, you're perfect, you're so damn tight i can feel everything, you're gonna take it all for me, every inch, yeah? and then i'll ask if you still think it's small, okay?"

your whines come out in shattered bursts, your vision blurring as your body clenches around him, mind fraying at the edges from the slow, relentless drags of his thick cock grazing at your walls, in fact, you're shaking under him as he plays with your body, brain emptied by the way he keeps filling you up.

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[ghost-reader07]

͙˚ ༘✶Stripper

Smut below

Being a human who works at a mixed monster strip club was uncommon. However your presence there was what drew them in. To get a chance to feel your soft plush body. To the highest payers got the best part though. Taking them back to the rooms that were in the back letting them have their ways with you.

Vampires who were a bit softer towards you while they pounded into you. It would cost extra of course to drink from you but they’d pay anything to be able to. Sinking their fangs into your neck as they came deep inside of you.

Groups of Imps taking their turns with you, all your holes were being filled at once. Their cum covered your body as others took their places. Fucking you over and over. They paid well when they came in.

Werewolves seeking you out even offering you double if they could bring you home while they were in a heat. You’d be knotted at all times cum making your stomach expand.

Orcs who were taken back by how soft and fragile you were only to stuff their thick cocks in your tiny hole. They were ones that couldn’t last long with you. The way stretched around them squeezing them so tightly had them cumming to quickly.

You say you do it just cause the moneys good well that might be true, being so sought after by these creatures gave you such a confidence boost not to mention how great the sex was.

[ghost-reader07]

HORNY BRAINROT.

☆ includes: aged up! various characters from bnha

☆ warnings: 18+ content, reader is gn or fem depending on the scenario, drug use (weed & alcohol), somnophilia (consent given prior!!), nsfw. not proofread

thinking of izuku coming back home after a long day at the agency; he bends you over the kitchen table you were both about to eat on, and he skips dinner and goes in for dessert between your thighs.

sucking on eijirou’s cock desperately while he pushes your head down and tells you to take it. when he gets close, he yanks your head off him and you switch to jerking him off, your eyes closing as his cum sprays on your face. he groans loudly when you sweep your fingers across your wet skin and then suck on them, looking up at him innocently.

always a lover of public sex, dabi fucks you in alleyways, on rooftops, behind cars at night, and all across the city. he especially enjoys taking you from behind, your back pressed against his chest and his hand wrapped around your throat — he often fucks you like this in sight of the sky during the #2 hero’s patrols.

sometimes hitoshi can’t sleep, so he gently pulls the blankets away from your sleeping figure, admiring you in the dark. he’ll kiss your tummy, hips, and pelvis, then peel away your underwear, his tongue rushing to taste the sweetness between your folds. when you cum, you moan as though you’re in a dream, rarely waking up — occasionally he’ll make you cum so hard you wake up gasping his name.

keigo finds himself feeling overwhelmed when you ride him, his eyes rolling back and his entire body shaking each time he sees your greedy pussy swallow the whole length of his cock. as he unravels more and more, his wings represent how he feels with their wild movements. when he cums loudly, his wings rush in, wrapping around the both of you, pulling you close to him.

despite his shy demeanor, tamaki is a FREAK. he’ll have you sit in a chair, blindfolded, limbs tied to the back and the legs. then, he’ll tease you with kisses and touches, lightly slapping your thighs if you try to pull free to touch him. after a long while, he’ll spread your pussy open and spit onto your clit, then tease you further.

speaking of spitting, katsuki enjoys spitting into your pussy as well, or making you spit onto his cock to lube it up for sex or jerking him off.

i offer u: denki + hanta tag team. hanta’s on his back, your back is on his chest, his cock is stretching out your ass. while he’s thrusting up into your ass and holding you close, denki’s fucking in and out of your pussy with his overstimulated cock. his cum drips from your cunt and trickles down hanta’s cock, adding more lubrication. a threesome with these two would be insane because they would try out every position and cum once from it before stopping.

despite hating it when you edge him, shoto loves it. he’ll sigh shakily, hissing out, “ah— god, make me cum already, stop fucking with me!” but when you let him get real close, he begs you to stop and edge him. it’s confusing but ultimately he enjoys it, and always cries when he cums after edging.

drinking with katsuki always gets rowdy; he’ll show you off, get jealous more easily, and fuck you harder. after a night at the bar and way too many shots, he hops into an uber with you and heads to an expensive hotel instead of your home. katsuki books a big room, the one with the best view of the city and streets (it’s also 2-4 stories up from the lobby). when you get into the room, he practically rips your clothes off, pushing you against the big window overseeing the people and cars beneath. then, he fucks you right against the window, your tits pressed against the glass.

dry humping with eijirou in his agency office with an unlocked door, his hard cock rubbing against your pussy through layers and layers of clothing. when his precum is dripping through his underwear, and your panties are soaked with your slick, he removes whatever’s in the way, besides your underwear. when you start to get loud as his clothed cock creates more friction against you, he pulls off your wet underwear and stuffs them into your mouth, saying, “shh, baby. you have to be quiet, okay? don’t want any of the staff coming in, right?”

sharing a joint with keigo on the balcony of your shared apartment, plumes of smoke swirling around you as he spreads your legs. he always enjoys making out with your pussy before he eats you out, taking your folds and clit between his lips as he drags his tongue against you. he stares up at you with reddened eyes, desperate for your approving moans and facial expressions.

being fucked doggy style by izuku, either in your pussy or ass, as he praises you and your beautiful reflection in the mirror. “oh, you’re so gorgeous.. make me feel so damn lucky every time i look at you.” if you refuse to look, he leans over you, his pecs pressing into your upper back as he tugs your chin. he demands, “watch yourself cum” or “if you look away, i’ll stop pounding you”

shoto always cums within a few minutes of 69ing with you.. the way you desperately hump at his face and gobble down his cock always proves to be too damn much for him. he used to feel embarrassed, but now he just pushes through the overstimulation and adjusts you how he likes, slurping at your pussy loudly as you moan on his cock.

sexting with denki during his work hours, and sending him sneaky photos of your tits/ass/pussy when you know he’s busy. he’s always so quick to read your messages, and he rushes to the bathroom to hide his boner in a stall. he texts you to tell you what he’s gonna do to you, how desperate he is, or he’ll send mirror selfies, his hard cock visible through his pants.

phone sex with dabi, who easily makes you torture yourself. and god, does he sound good — he tells you what to do, rewarding you with his moans/groans or pictures. he’ll talk you through your orgasm, demanding that you keep fingering yourself or stop to ruin it. if you sob over his instructions, he’ll briefly reassure you, and then tell you to shut up and do what he says (he reminds you to be a good girl/slut or threatens to not fuck you).

god.. hitoshi loves filming you going dumb on his cock. most of the videos in his ‘us vids’ folder start off with him praising you as he moves the camera around your body, capturing every inch of you. “so pretty, god damn.” as the video progresses from gentle to rougher, his hand is wrapped around your neck, squeezing enough for you to gasp often. you’re a mess, babbling pleas as you cry his name, eyes rolling back and drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. by the time he’s cumming, you’re begging for him to fill you up, not a single other thought in your head. later, still filming, he thumbs away the saliva at the corner of your mouth; he kisses you and asks if you’re okay.

food play with tamaki, who eagerly gobbles strawberries off your tits, or the whipped cream designs all over your pelvis. even after your skin is free from all the sweetness or its residue, he licks you hungrily, then starts to bite hickeys into your skin. he blushes when you pinch one of his sensitive ears between your fingers and give it a tug — “tamaki, put your tongue to good use and eat me out.”

[ghost-reader07]

you hook up with izuku drunkenly at someone’s birthday party and it’s not even that you regret it in the morning it’s just that your post nut clarity hits that you slept with the boy you’ve known since pre-k all because of a couple of drinks and when he wakes up you’re still freaking out and you make him pinky promise that this won’t mess with your friendship, “izuku do you hear me? we are NOT going to be that pair of sad best friends that fucks everything up just because of sex. sex is nothing. we’re never gonna do it again, so we’ll be fine right?” and the whole time he’s nodding along with wide, glassy eyes not listening to a goddamn thing you’re saying because he’s been in love with you since middle school, and last night you said you loved him, too. granted he was inside of you, and he said it first, but you said it back, and by that point it was well after one in the morning so the only thing you two were drunk on were each other. it’s probably why the very next day he is at your doorstep with a notebook in hand and a grin on his face that’s something right in between cocky and sweet when he says “i think we should sleep together again. and before you say no, i made a list about why 😁 number one: we’re really good at it. number two—”

[ghost-reader07]

izu w a cock too big for his own good.

You're his first girlfriend...EVER. which is surprising to you, he's attractive big n strong and so so so kind. He's the kind of guy girls dream about, a literal knight in shining armor. It made you feel sick that you couldn't help the lewd thoughts of what was inside the knights pants.

You would bring him food whenever you could and would see his thick bulge against his pants, that silly smile of his and those chubby freckled cheeks. He was so adorable and such a loser. God he truly deserves a cock that big.

You had him laid down on his back thighs wide open with you sitting in between them gently rubbing his cock covered by his boxers. He whimpered lowly staring up at you with those wide eyes of him, his face flushed with red while his pupils were blown wide. Izuku had never done anything quite like this before.....not with someone else at least.

He was a gooner 100% so he's definitely teased his cock through his boxers before you believe that for sure. You admired his face for a little before focusing on his big and thick cock sitting flat against his pelvis jolting up at the drag of your finger. You hum and gently rub your finger up his tip repeatedly earning a sigh from him, his eyes fluttering while his brows furrowed sticky precum oozing through his boxers, darkening the spot where his tip laid.

His thighs were having trouble staying open, the feeling of being pleasured but just barely by you was fogging up his brain it was turning him on a lot more than you thought. He could cum untouched if that's what you wanted, as many times as you wanted. You put your hand on his inner thigh caressing his freckled and tanned skin with your thumb and a smile painting your face.

You wrap your entire hand around his cock giving it a squeeze trying to get a feel out of his cock. The girth was amazing you could hardly wrap your entire hand around it. That says a lot. Once more he whined laying his head back and using the back of his hand to hide the wobbly smile forming in his flushed face. You didn't even move your hand, just holding his cock as it began jumping in your palm. You could feel it moving up and down begging to be used.

“ y..yeah.....c'mon touch it.. mmph.. fuck.”

You heard him mumble a whimper filled sentence under his breath, heavy breaths leaving him as he laid back letting you whatever you wanted to him.

“ m’gonna pull these down a bit m’kay izu?”

He nodded quickly as you removed your hand from his cock and hooked your fingers through the waist and of his boxers, pulling it back and letting it snap against his skin. He winced and jolted up at the pain whimpering with a shiver as he looked up to you with pleading eyes. He didn't say anything, letting his eyes tell you exactly what you knew he wanted. How sweet.

You run your hand down his lower abdomen before finally fishing your hand into his boxers and pulling it out gently having it lie against his pelvis once more. A shaky sigh left his lips at the gush of cold air hitting his precum slicked tip. You admired his estate for a while watching how enamouring he was, how luminescent he looked.

His cock head was large and a rosy red still leaking precum, there were a couple of veins painting the sides of his thick pulsating cock, large and full balls tightening below. He looked absolutely appetizing. It truly is a surprise to see a sweet and gentle guy have such a big and bold cock. So thick it can't even stand up on its own.

“ dont...look at it like that..”

He whispered to you, a whine ending his sentence. His eyes were hardly open he was so embarrassed, his cock was out having the cold air brush against it causing his cock to jump at the breeze. He whined lowly thighs flexing on each side of you waiting for you to do something.

You rub his thighs to try and get him to calm down, his breathing was heavy and almost as if he was out of breath. To your surprise his hips lift into the air slightly and he shivers at your touch, a low moan leaving his lips. He was so desperate to be touched it was saddening honestly, but far too cute to not enjoy.

You decided to give in and touch him, wrapping your hand around his cock once more jerking him off. Hand moving up and down in an agonizingly slow pace. Not even five minutes of you touching him gently, palm grazing over his sensitive vock head occasionally, he'd cum.

Low whines leaving his slackened jaw as his cock began leaking out his whine cum, pooling all over his lower abdomen and spilling onto the bed, you had moved your hand the second you seen his cum slowly spill down his reddened cock head.

You stared at him, disbelief behind your eyes but you hadn't wanted him to see that as he might feel bad given how quickly he'd cum. After he calmed down from he previous high his shaky eyes fluttered open and focused back on you and your figure, your eyes met with his and he instantly felt a rush of embarrassment.

Curling into a ball and huffing out a line of apologies.

“ I'm so sorry!! I just...you , you felt so good-! I didn't know I could...... just..— I'm sorry !”

You sigh and laugh above your adorable little big lover below you, hiding his face and whining in embarrassment wallowing in his own filth. You rub his back kissing the top of his head and decided you wouldn't tease him.

Although the fact his cock is so big and so thick and HE was so big and strong yet he couldn't even handle having his cock stroked by his girlfriend. Albeit this was his first time with something like this so you supposed you could give him the benefit of the doubt.

[ghost-reader07]

hot days ۶ৎBNHA UNI.AU

18+ WARNING! SMUTT

(part two)

-> shigaraki tomura 🩵

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“h-hah fuck !”

You were bent over his bed, the water you had just brought him threatening to fall over but you couldn’t keep your eyes on it anymore, not with the way he was fucking you.

“You’re fucking greedy. First my water and now look at you.. taking every inch of me.” The grin in his voice was enough to send you livid, what kind of punishment was this.

Lewd noises filled up the room, your face was burning from embarrassment and.. lust ? Would it have been bad to say you were enjoying this ? Not at all.. and he could tell.

His right hand snuck down to your lower core and once he found your clit he didn’t stop teasing you..

“T-tomuraaaaa” tears building in your eyes from the angle he was fucking you at and the way he was teasing every inch of you. His left hand stayed on your hip, keeping a firm grip.

He leaned a little forward just to whisper in your ear. He was fucking loving this. Every minute of it. Every time you squeezed around his length and every time you whined. You were so out of it you didn’t even realize you were involuntary grinding shading him.

“You’re gonna cum for me” his breath fans over your ears and sends chills down your spine..

You nod your head in agreement.. hoping this would be the end of it.

“But when I want you to.”

What ? When he wants you to, that’s not possible, not like this-

“But I-“

He brought his hand up, gently pressing his middle and ring finger on your tongue to silence you.

You were filthy.. because the minute he did that you got closer to your orgasm. It was like your body was reacting to everything and anything he said or did.

His breathing became heavier and you could tell he was close too, but was purposely waiting for you to finish. He might have a kink for this..

Despite his fingers still in your mouth you managed to mumble his name..

He grinned in response to your weak response..

“Cum for me.” And it was instinctive the way your body reacted to his words. He quickly removed his fingers just to hear you cry out his name and listen to your voice tremble as he kept going.

He wasn’t gonna stop, he wasn’t tired, he wasn’t even thirsty anymore.

But you loved it. If he saw the smile on your face he’d think you were enjoying this a little too much and maybe you really were.

If being a brat was the cause of this, you’d make a mental note to do much worse.

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for the reader that requested a part two :)