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[princessoflalaland]

imagine suguru using your toys after discovering his newfound infatuation for being pegged. while you're away, he’d rifle through your clothes until he found your used panties. just the smell of you riddled in them had his dick rising. shoving them in his mouth, rubbing them across his face, he’d bounce on your (now his) favorite dildo to thoughts of you defiling him. he could practically hear you, hear your sweet voice chastise him for being such a needy slut. what kind of whore grabs his mistress’ used panties and fucks her toys to fantasies of riding her? a nasty fuckin bitch, that’s who.

“‘m sorry for being a needy bitch, mistress.” he’d pant into the air, eyes screwed shut. using his free hand, he’d jerk himself off, edging himself closer to release.

“please let me cum, p-promise i’ll be good..”he whined as he doubled over, his cum spurting out of his slit, pearly and pretty as you would’ve called it had you been there. he rides his orgasm out, begging for you.

his cum stains the purple bedding you set out this morning before heading out. you won’t be pleased to find that your sweet boy couldn’t control himself, and sullied it. it’d be in his best interest to clean up quickly before you get home because God knows what punishment awaits him if things stay the way they are.

those are the same thoughts that ran laps in his dirty little mind as he heard your keys in the door and your steps passing through the threshold.

[princessoflalaland]

Fiancé Nanami

content: fluff and smut, some degradation, oral (m), doggy style (our second fave position), creampie (I told you I want his babies)

a/n: this is reminiscent of how i was raised by a single parent, so that’s why the dad is not involved. thx to @teddybeartoji for giving me the idea based off this post.

surprisingly, your family had only met Fiancé Nanami a handful of times, despite you two practically being joined at the hip. it was those seldom interactions that planted the seeds of doubt in his mind that he wouldn't be able to appease to your mother.

Fiancé Nanami who, while fussing with his favorite tie in the mirror as you two prepared to drive across town to have dinner with your mother, couldn't help but to grow frustrated when his clothes wouldn't cooperate. this caused you step in and fix it for him, trying to calm him down as you do.

"you really don't need to worry, honey. my mom will love you, I just know it." that cliché line managed to soothe the worst of his nerves. he held your hips and watched you earnestly as you tightened his tie.

"thank you, darling. I just...I don't want to disappoint anyone tonight, especially not the woman who raised my beautiful wife-to-be." his deep, silky voice and sentiments made your heart skip.

Fiancé Nanami who, despite your encouragement, still felt worry linger in the back of his mind. he was rigid the entire drive to your mom's place.

Fiancé Nanami who could barely keep his eyes off you as you two made your way up the stairs to your mom's cozy townhome. the way your dress hugged your body, the sweet perfume you wore temporarily distracted him from how his stomach had knotted itself too many times for his liking. you could practically feel his anxiety beneath his warm skin, so you gave his hand a squeeze and offer him a bit more reassurance.

"I need you to look at me," you demanded softly. you two were right in front of the door, crickets beginning their evening symphonies filled the air. your fiancé could feel his heavy pulse in his ears, but brought his attention to you anyway, finding comfort in your steady, gentle gaze.

"everything is going to be fine. even if she doesn't like you, which I doubt because you're the greatest, most respectable person i've ever known, that won't get in the way of our plans. i'm still going to marry you, I'm still going to be Mrs. Nanami and have all your kids." his heart swelled at your words, and he leaned down to kiss you.

Fiancé Nanami who kindly and gently shook your mother's hand when she opened the door. he was a tall individual, so your mother's head moved up and down as she gave him a once over. he swore his tie began to strangle him under her careful stare. after introductions, you two were lead inside to the dining room, his hand still secured in yours.

Fiancé Nanami's articulate speech and gentlemanly mannerisms won your mother over quickly. they engaged in deep conversation about his career as a successful CEO and your mother's career, as well as the current status of your relationship. he took this as his opportunity to gush about how enamored he is with you. your mother would glance over at you from time to time as if to telepathically say: "I don't know where you found him, but i'm glad you did. he's definitely a keeper."

as the night wore on, however, Fiancé Nanami was finding it hard to focus when your hand casually rested on his thigh under the table. what started off as a mere touch of endearment became much more. rubbing your palm up toward his crotch, letting it simultaneously slide inwards, your fiancé had to fight to keep up his respectable demeanor.

Fiancé Nanami who was finding it harder to focus on the topic of discussion because your hand had so callously wandered over his bulge, your manicured fingers tracing the outline. he cut a glance over to you find you completely unfazed; in fact, you looked invested in what your mother was saying. meanwhile, he was doing everything he could to keep his breath steady and the pink tint out of his cheeks.

Fiancé Nanami who looked both ecstatic and bewildered at your mother's offer for the two of you to stay the night. with the way you were teasing him, all he was able to think about was getting you home and ravishing you until dawn. your mother broke through his thoughts: "it's late, and I wouldn't want you two to worry about the drive home. please, stay, I insist." who could turn down that kind, motherly tone? certainly not the two of you.

Fiancé Nanami who only marveled at your girly childhood room and its keepsakes for so long before you threw yourself on him. he returned your deep, fervent kisses, tasting your mom's cooking on your tongue.

"darling, slow down," he huffed against your lips as you fumbled with his belt and he with your dress zipper. "we can't make too much noise..."

you responded with a simper, one that had him straining against his dress pants. "then you better keep quiet."

Fiancé Nanami who was reminded how pretty you looked with your painted lips wrapped around his cock. you left mauve lipstick marks on his thighs, his pelvis, his dick. it was almost like art to him, the way you painted his skin like it was the most lewd canvas. he covered his mouth with his palm, his eyes fading in and out of focus as you slurped him salaciously.

"m-my love," his muffled words managed to reach your ears over the sounds your mouth made on him and your soft moans. "this is so wrong, doing this to me i-in your mother's home. nngh, God- ease up, I-i'll cum..."

Fiancé Nanami who quickly disregarded the risk of getting caught and possibly receiving a tongue-lashing great enough to make God cry, as you bent over your old bed, ass perked up for him. all he could think of now was how wet you must be at this point, how you've probably been thinking of this since y'all left home. hot puffs air condensed around his lips as he rubbed his tip against your slick folds.

"so wet. this what you wanted, love? to be fucked senseless in your old room, your mom just outside?" his husky, carnal voice only made you wetter. "am I really making a woman so slutty my wife?"

Fiancé Nanami who had to fight himself and you to keep you two covert. a big calloused hand was clamped harshly over your mouth that couldn't seem to contain its wanton vocalizations. his thrusts weren't as powerful as they usually are, the sound of slapping skin usually enough to let your neighbors know what you two got up to in the late hours of the night. his deep, slow strokes still had the same effect of making you want to remind those beyond your room walls who you belonged to.

"told me to me to keep it down..now look at you, fuckin cryin on my dick." you loved when he got vulgar, it made you clench around those inches of him inside you. "I know you want it deeper, honey, you want it harder, I know. we can't, c-cant make too much noise though." "but you'll still be a good girl for me right? you'll cum all over me like the good slut you are..." how could anyone resist that gravelly voice in their ear when he's balls deep in you?

Fiancé Nanami who lets go with a shudder and guttural groan, filling you to the brim with his cum, as your tight walls spasmed around his length. you cried behind his palm, eyes rolling back, toes curling. he littered kisses all over your neck and back, not daring to leave marks anywhere visible. with each heavy breath he released, he made it known how much he adored you.

"...love you..y'always so good to me, always make me feel like no one else has...I love you so much, my beautiful, beautiful wife..."

Fiancé Nanami who made sure you two took proper precautions before going to bed. he made you go pee while he bashfully sought out your mother, in his hastily put-on clothes, to see if she had clothes for you to sleep in. when he returned with one your mother's nightgowns, he'd heard the shower running.

"I got you some clothes from your mother, they're on the counter." he informed you before approaching the steamy translucent curtains. "can I join you?"

Fiancé Nanami who held you close after you both have washed up and have dressed as best as you can for sleep. he planted kisses over the crown of your hair, your temple, the corner of your lips. the feel of your fiancé's smooth lips on your skin helped you drift off faster. his low, silky voice was the last thing you registered before you were nestled comfortably in the embrace of sleep.

"sleep well, my love. thank you for tonight and all the wonderful nights to come."

[princessoflalaland]

The Empress’ Harem

You are the sole ruler of your empire, assuming the throne after the passing of your mother. You were a mere cub thrown in the den of unforgiving ravenous lions, but your strong, dutiful nature would provide you with the capabilities to prove those who doubted you wrong. You work diligently to uphold peace between the neighboring realms and within your own kingdom. In honor of your coronation, the strongest clans and most influential families of your nation present you with their finest men as tribute to your assuming the throne.

Gojo Satoru

The Gojo clan presented you with their finest (and cockiest) man to date. He was born with the infamous Six Eyes, eyes so blue they rival the sky in splendor, that are said to bestow fortune upon the one he makes his bride. Satoru had always known a life of luxury, so he believed he would acclimate well into life in the palace. He is a tall, toned man with the confidence of a stallion, a man that you believed would perform well in intimacy. And gods, were you right.

Geto Suguru

Geto Suguru comes from a well-off family located in the empire’s capital. He is well-rounded in combat, and is prepared to die for the throne without question. Suguru was encouraged by his parents to use his talents on behalf of you and his country. Initially, he was going to enroll in the Royal Guard, but he caught your eye before he could and you believed he’d be of greater use in your harem. He was raised alongside Satoru of the Gojo clan, having also shared some rather intimate moments himself with him. So he was elated to find his childhood friend within the walls of your harem estate. His large build, impressive physique, and deft tongue provided you with pleasure beyond comprehension.

Nanami Kento

The esteemed, reclusive Nanami family bestowed upon you their only son as tribute of you becoming empress. A stoic man who follows every instruction given to him, he quickly became your favorite. He was considered rather jaded by his family and they feared he wouldn't be to your liking. But when time came for intimacy, he was more than transparent and enthusiastic than he led you on to believe with his demeanor. His baritone of a voice filled your ears as every inch of his immaculate build met your smaller one. He read you like a book, and knew, without your asking him, exactly what needed to be done to optimize your pleasure.

Zenin Toji

Toji was your first consort. He was the one who was appointed by his clan as the most suitable man for you. At the time, it'd felt like he was being merely discarded by his so-called "people" when they'd presented him to you. And honestly, he couldn't have been more grateful to finally be rid of them. He was standoffish upon arrival, not one to quickly open up to anyone. As your first true man, he eased you through your deflowering; a painful process given his overwhelming size. He was a gentle giant, rough hands learned every curve of your frame, his lips reassured every inch of you, speaking you through it all with his low gruff voice.

Kamo Choso

Kamo Choso came from a complex, dysfunctional home. His brothers, that he loved dearly, lived in separate homes than him. He sought them out, and when he finally reunited with those he could locate, he ran with them under the promise of giving all of them a better life. What Choso was not prepared for was that better life coming in the form of being one of the empress' consorts. He'd battle gods to the death if it meant he could protect them, so he was more than prepared to do as the throne demanded of him, even if he was inexperienced. You quickly learned the true ecstasy the voracity a virgin cock could bring.

Now, bow your heads. You're in the presence of royalty.

[princessoflalaland]

toji loves his head nasty. he loves watching your sticky saliva drip down your chin and neck, thick globs of it landing on the ground. he loves hearing you struggle to breathe as he forces more of his dick down that well-trained throat. toji especially loves how you never take his eyes off him, no matter what. even if you’re getting lightheaded from lack of oxygen, or if tears stream down that pretty, fucked out face. toji will never not have your eyes trained on his lustful, sneering visage. 

[princessoflalaland]

Surfer Ino

content: surfer ino x reader, black reader coded but not explicitly stated, fluffy

a/n: I have risen from the dead! I've been awol for idk how long, and honestly I feel like I've been missing out and neglecting my beloved friends here. so to try and atone, im back with some headcanonns! not proofread so pls ignore typos

Surfer Ino with the million dollar smile. the way he shows off those pearly whites is something for the textbooks, has been documented plenty of times for local, sometimes national sports, magazines. that charming grin has landed him plenty of modeling gigs as well got him free ice cream on Sundays. so why in the world would you think you were immune to it, to him?

Surfer Ino with the perfect body. those defined, washboard abs. toned quads that work alongside his core to stabilize him as he shreds the waves like it's nothing. biceps that aren't overwhelming, but actually just right in size. every muscle in his body is hugged by skin that is tanned to delicious perfection. he's the epitome of fitness, now sprinkle a head of untamed chocolate locks with that dorky, genuine personality. it's no wonder swimwear and underwear companies alike want him showing off their brands while women discard their underwear for him.

Surfer Ino who can't get over how irresistible you look every time you set those pretty toes in the cream-colored sand. the sun hits your skin immaculately every time, he's hypnotized by the way your eyes seem to compete with the sun in splendor and beauty. your hair is somehow always complying with you, edges laid and behaving despite the brutal heat. sometimes, he swears you're a goddess posing as a human. no way someone is so perfect so effortlessly.

Surfer Ino who is so enthralled by your beauty, he loses focus, which throws off his balance and leads him to wiping out. normally, he's bummed out by such mistakes, but he's happy the waves have swallowed. perhaps you wouldn't recognize him from the distance he was at and surely you couldn't see the crimson spreading over his face and neck like a nasty sunburn.

Surfer Ino who makes it kind of obvious he has a thing for you. occasionally approaching you whenever you pop up to make casual conversation. flashing that flawless, megawatt smile your way when he's waxing his board. you don't ignore the flurry of nerves that erupts in your stomach when he does, not like you could anyway.

Surfer Ino who stays at the beach however long you stay because even sharing the same shoreline as you is a privilege he'll never take for granted.

Surfer Ino who finally has the opportunity to get closer to you when he overhears you talking about wanting to learn how to surf. he doesn't know that your watching him is what sparked your curiosity and desire to surf.

Surfer Ino who calmly and cooly offers to teach you when your leaving the beach one day. he explains he overheard your conversation and would be honored to teach you the basics. he'd even lend you one of his boards for practice.

Surfer Ino who will never forget the way your eyes lit up when you eagerly took him up on his offer. the way your glossy lips curled up in that show-stopping smile of yours...it took every ounce of self control he didn't know he had to not kiss you in that moment

Surfer Ino who sat on the moonlight beach that night, daydreaming about what it'll be like to feel your skin under his rough palms. he found himself giddy at the thought of alone time with you. he laughed aloud; he was acting like a lovestruck teen

but who could blame him? it's been some time since he'd felt so happy. sure, surfing made him feel alive, feel the surge of adrenaline. but you? with each second he spent with you, it felt like he was committing every thing he knew about you to memory. you were a whole new experience. one he wanted to cherish for as long as possible.

[princessoflalaland]

Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl

content: slight smut, masturbation, good girl reader x guts

a/n: lana del Rey's 'playing dangerous' was in mind as well as all the inspo provided to me by my girl dv

good girl reader who always turns in her work on time and arrives to work on time. punctuality is her middle name.

good girl reader who does as she told without question. she puts emphasis on being a good girl.

good girl reader who is an overachiever. what—no, who—would she be if everyone around her didn't know how hard she worked?

good girl reader who wouldn't so much as ever look at porn. what does she look like, a pervert?

good girl reader who doesn't and will never associate with the likes of her roommate, Guts. why would she? a ruffian like him that has a reputation with all kinds of women at the university. he'd only serve to tarnish her meticulously built reputation, and she doesn't need that.

good girl reader who would never partake in something so obscene as to bringing someone into the dorms and screwing them next door. Guts does that enough for the both of them. it's not her fault that the walls are thin and she can hear the...mean things he says.

"takin this dick so good, ya fuckin slut. finna nut all in this nasty pussy, mhm, gonna make a mess outta you..."

good girl reader who swears she'd never want someone to talk to her like that. her panties were already that wet to begin with, before she could hear his vulgar vocabulary partnered with those deep, sexy moans...

good girl reader who can't help but notice the scratches those girls leave on his neck and back when she passes him in the dorm halls. what an exaggeration. it, he, can't be that good, right?

good girl reader who finds it hard to think when that damned Guts teases her in front of his friends whenever he can. she'll glare and ignore the second pulse between her legs.

good girl reader who is unfortunate enough to find one of guts shirts in the dorm laundry room. it must've slipped out of basket and never made it to the washer because it still smells like him.

good girl reader who swears its pure curiosity, rationalizing that humans are naturally curious. she only wants to understand what it may have felt like. so she finds herself alone on her bed with her fingers plunged deep in her weeping cunt, eyes closed, and guts shirt on her much smaller frame. with her labored breaths, images of guts flickers across her mind.

good girl reader who muffles her moans by biting down on the collar of the shirt, soaking it with her saliva. she cries his name when her strongest orgasm to date descends upon her.

good girl reader who can't help but smirk knowingly when she overhears guts complaining about his missing shirt.

"it was my favorite damn shirt too. if I find somebody wearin that shit I swear..."

good girl reader who lets, by far, the most devious machination plant itself in her mind.

good girl reader who sneaks into guts dorm when she knows he's out at one of the many block parties happening over the weekend. she's wearing that shirt he misses, sitting on his bed, heart racing and inner thighs warm and wet, as she watches the door knob turn.

good girl reader who may not be as good as everyone thinks.

[princessoflalaland]

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