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anantaru · 8 months

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i haven’t stopped thinking abt wrio like,,, bodyguard wrio,,, underground fighter wrio,,, hate sex wrio,,, god help me

cw. bodyguard wriothesley, overprotective, possessive & dom, fem! reader

bodyguard wriothesley who likes to leave you staggering on the edge of a spinning insanity when he intentionally addresses you as "sweetheart", "princess" or "my lady" whenever he follows your orders, and it really doesn't matter to him where the both of you would currently be— if, lets assume, a quick shopping spree around fontaine or something more to his own liking, such as having you pushed down on a bed by your hips, parting your legs with his knee as large hands easily slide and secure around your waist.

bodyguard wriothesley who makes your mouth fall open on a hard, broken gasp when he swiftly traps you in place right under his strong frame, spurring you into immediate action by a dirty comment such as, "you're so sensitive, my lady." was in fact, a deep sort of satisfaction that gets you to ease up and forget yourself for a second, or the obvious fact that you're currently fucking your own personal bodyguard and that it might not be the best out of all your ideas, yet it still feels so fucking fine when he does it.

and archons, does he know what to do to keep you spiraling into euphoric bliss.

bodyguard wriothesley who adores whenever you tumble over your little, pathetic mewls when he pushes his fat tip inside of you for the very first time this night, and he notices how you're tightening up a bit when he adds another inch and spits on your cunt to have you all wet and nice, deep drags penetrating your most delicious spots while you're still loose enough that wriothesley can rub over your pulsating walls splendidly, tasting the soft clench of a warm, sore pussy on his throbbing girth.

bodyguard wriothesley who hooks up a smile at you, pearly whites grabbing your attention, admiring just how unbelievably cute you were— his boss, his princess and he could spend his entire day fucking you just the way you wanted it, with his dripping dick shafting through your pussy, manhandling you while plunging his lips against your tits to attach his hungry mouth to your nipples.

and how good you were, ah what a sight, able to swallow his cock, despite its size, working your sopping insides into the vast shape of his length so you're all marked up for him, because do keep in mind for a second— he was the one protecting you, and he would lie to himself if he'd say he couldn't become a little too possessive every now and then, while watching out that no one would bother you, no guy talk to you and wriothesley loved taking care of your needs, in many more ways than an outside person would assume— whilst all the others who even dared to look your precious, enticing way?

they aren't even half as tall as him, half as strong as him or most importantly, half as good in bed as him— the man was confident that no other was able to make you scream and enjoy yourself just the way he did.

and you were aware of that, sometimes cursing yourself as to why you let it go on for so long and be that unprofessional— but then he's here to quickly make you regret nothing at all— with your mind hanging in the clouds, still blank and the loud blows of gluttonous moans and your sexes bumping against each other, that you'd never ever feel more protected by any other individual, only him, your hands swiftly finding flaming solace in his soft locks when you hide yourself in his warm neck, pressing frenzied smooches around his defined shoulder as wriothesley groans out deep, "fuck— princess!", sensing how you're about to lose yourself to a high.

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diorchids · 3 months

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having to literally pry luke’s head away from ur pussy and you’re literally squirming and screaming cause it’s so much

mdni, nsfw.

ok yes..

“go slow, ‘kay?” your stomach burned with anticipation as luke made his way down to your sweet cunt.

“don’t be shy,” he reassured you, giving you false hope—that he’d be real nice. he lowered his head, kissing and licking his way down to your pathetically sopping cunt. “luke, go slow, please.”

his eyes flash as he looks up at you, his pupils dilated with need. "i'll go as slow or as fast as i want," he quipped, before burying his face in your pussy. he deserved this.

his tongue swirling around your clit as he licked you slowly. his fingers played with your entrance, teasing you mercilessly as he took his time pleasuring you. you taste so sweet, your cunt served as a fuel for him as he gripped your thighs to keep you from moving.

his tongue slid deeper into your wet folds, tasting every inch of you. his fingers teased your entrance, rubbing over your clit as slowly as he continued to lap at your sweetness.

“so fuckin’ sweet, babe.” he groaned right onto your puffy clit while you sat there, squirming with your hand clamped over your mouth.

he loves how good you taste, opting to eat your pussy whenever you got all mad at him.

he planted a hand on your tummy while he kept eating like a starved man, his chin covered in your juices—delicious.

tears rolled down your face as your thighs burned and your pretty cunt fluttered. “luke, slower, please!” you’re practically screaming by now. luke ignored your pathetic attempt at stopping him.

your back arched off the bed with each suckle at your clit, and luke hums his approval, the vibration of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

he continues to eat you out with determination, driving you closer and closer to the edge until you can't take it anymore.

you were a mess now, legs trembling and shaking around his back as you tried to pry him off your dripping cunt. you couldn’t even speak. your body was weak while you babbled stupidly.

luke pulls back slightly, his tongue swirling around your clit one last time before pulling away completely. he looks up at you, a predatory smile on his lips. "not yet," he said, grabbing your hips firmly.

you couldn’t take it though. your held your hands on either side of his head when you finally plucked him off of you. you cried out as your breathing steadied, “what’s wrong with you?” your chest rose and fell continuously.

his chin was completely covered in your arousal as he just smiled. a fucking sadist.

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tteokdoroki · 15 days

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thinking abt how u can't ever rly get back @ gojo for anything lmao like "yeah i'll pull his hair n ride his face so hard so he can't breathe that'll show him"" but he just remains as smug as ever – MORE than ever tbh – bc u turn into a crying mess either way and suddenly it's u who can't breathe and ur bouncing on his tongue is all uneven anymore rRAHSG IDK IF THAT MAKES SENSE BUT I HATW HIM!!

while im partial to a whiny desperate satoru gojo… i agree :3

i think satoru will manipulate you into thinking you have control. he’ll let you push him about, straddle him and mess up his hair, leave marks along his neck and milky collarbones. he lets you believe he’ll fall into submission with cute little whines and hopeless whistle tone moans “please baby, please please please. do something, anything.” he’ll cry with you in his lap, bucking your hips down onto his erection.

you think… you’ll make a mess of him. ruin him. shut him up by suffocating him with good pussy and then turn satoru into a blushy mess, with angel white hair matted down to his forehead by a light sweat.

but you’re wrong.

as soon as you lower yourself onto his eager, hot mouth — you’re a goner. your entire body shudders at first contact, satoru’s tongue slippery as it slides through your slick folds to toy with your clit. to make matter worse, the white haired sorcerer can’t help but laugh (mockingly or lovingly, you can’t even tell) against your sopping cunt at the surprised gasp you let out — your resolve quick to crumble to pieces like wet sand on a beach.

blue eyes swirl with mischief, taunting you and satoru’s tongue slipping in and out of your quivering whole sets a teasing pace to match. he eats you out like a man starved and mimics your pathetically desperate expressions even from underneath you. he loves to ruin you, loves how you helplessly buck down on him, chasing the burning desire that twists in your lower tummy.

with satoru’s hands settling on the base of your spine — guiding you up and down on his squirming, thick, pink tongue…you can hardly remember your initial intention to ruin him. all you can think about his how good he feels, how good he sounds slurping on your puffy folds and how hard you’ll cum all for him :( <3

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donatellawritings · 2 months

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would u ever write stepbro! rafe?? love u

i love you too!

it was safe to say that your relationship with your stepbrother had way exceeded the confines of being appropriate. sure, you guys didn’t adhere to the cliche norm of being mortal enemies, or purposely being disrespectful for the sake of being rebellious — you two loved each other, perhaps a little too much. rafe knew how sick it would be to the naked eye — the older stepbrother preying on his pretty little stepbrother, but it was far more than that, much to his own disdain. you were sixteen when you were first introduced, doe eyed and welcoming to him and his family, but now you were nineteen — a bit older, and far too wise for his liking, you knew what you wanted and that’s what made things even more complicated for the two of you and you precarious little situation.

the routine cheek kisses that you’d give to your blended family when you’d come down for breakfast, dressed in one of his old college t-shirts, and skimpy panties that were hopelessly swallowed by the plush of your ass, they lingered just a little bit longer when you reached rafe. your plump lips were warm and pillowy against his cheek, and he’d simply smile at you, “mornin’ sweetheart,” he’d mumble, not missing the way you’d pathetically blush as you pulled away from him, before swiping a ripe piece of cubed melon from his plate.

and both of your parents would simply sit and watch, completely oblivious, as they were just relieved that rafe had finally gotten along with someone.

however, others on the divided island were much more privy to just how close rafe cameron and his doting stepsister were. when it came to outings and drug-ridden parties, rafe was far from inconspicuous with the fact that you were his. if his bloodshot bright blues weren’t honed in on your every move, he’d have you perched on his lap, a dopey grin on his face as you smiled lazily at him, your gums numb from the fine white powder he’d smeared on them a few minutes prior, “how y’feelin’ baby, y’okay?” he’d ask, pressing his chapped lips to your temple as you let out a content sigh, laying back to rest your head against his firm chest.

“m’okay, rafey,” you’d hum, your delicate acrylic-nailed fingers coyly fiddling with his longer and ringed digits.

to make the waters just a bit murkier, rafe had been the man to rid you of your purity — and you wouldn’t have it any other way. i mean, he knew you, he knew what made you tick, he knew just the right spots to get you to come undone.

“fuck, keep your eyes on me, mama — know it hurts baby, just look at me,” he cooed, his sweat-slicked forehead resting atop of yours as you nodded, your pouty lips parted slightly as the entirety of his hard cock filled you to the hilt, a pained whimper leaving your throat as rafe’s fingers laced through yours, his heavy hand pressing yours into the lush mattress.

a soft cry left your lips as rafe kissed you, the kiss hungry, yet gentle as he swallowed your sweet sounds. with his free hand, rafe lifted your leg to hook around his waist, “s’too much — hurts,” you moaned, your dolly eyes welled with threatening tears as rafe lifted his head, validating your concerns with a slight nod.

maintaining his slow and deep rolls of his flexed hips, rafe licks over his dry lips — it took everything in him not to fuck you deep and hard into the mattress, he couldn’t hurt you, “i know baby, shit — y’feel so fuckin’ good, fuck!” he grits out, his stringy curtain bangs falling over his eyes as he greedily watches your sopping wet pussy swallow him in, his spit-coated lips parted with a drunken gaze.

once ward was out of the picture, and rafe had taken it upon himself to take over the duties that came with being the main man of the cameron household, he became a bit more forward with your relationship. your mother had become far removed, due to her ongoing affair with her tennis coach — which made things just a bit sweeter for rafe. he decided to buy you a diamond-encrusted ring with his birthstone on full display, a symbol of his undying affection for you. and you wore it with pride, the two of you parading around a vacant tannyhill, engrossed in smiley and sloppy kisses, kisses that turned into feverish fucking against any nearby wall or solid surface.

“m’gonna marry you, princess,” rafe exhaled sharply, pressing his lips to your forehead, before returning his lips to yours, a wet smack coming from your conjoined lips, “ward’s not comin’ back — y’mom is busy with her new boyfriend — y’mine for the taking, baby,” rafe spoke between wet kisses, his voice low and breathy as you gazed up at him with hopeful eyes, batting your curled lashes at his every word. god, you were a hopeless romantic, it was easy for you to get caught up in your romance-ridden dreams.

“i’m yours, rafe,” you decided, and you didn’t care who knew it.

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geekforhorror · 10 months

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ani eating u out till u cry

burning desire

pairing: rots!anakin x fem!reader

warning(s): SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!anakin, sub!reader, oral sex (fem!receiving), praise, pet names, slight degradation?, mention of crying (dacryphilia ig?), fluff at the end.

word count: 609

a/n: i’m crying bc of how bad this turned out

You swore you were in heaven right now.

“Don’t stop, Ani… Feels so good,” you whine as his tongue swipes your wet folds, causing you to feel immense pleasure.

“Wasn’t planning on it sweetheart,” he mumbles due to being caught in between your soft thighs and your cunt. He had been pleasuring you for what seemed to be hours when in reality, it was only one hour. He had made you cum over and over again like it was nothing. How could his tongue and mouth make you such a mess for him? You didn’t know how, but he made you know it was possible. He was devouring your pussy as if he was a dying man who wanted to enjoy his last meal.

He was sucking harder around your warm pussy and you couldn’t help but moan at the sensation that filled your folds. Anakin’s tongue soon met your sensitive clit which made you pathetically clench around it. You could feel every ridge of his tongue and how he curled it inside you until your legs were practically shaking.

“My girl’s so fucking tight… just for me. Isn’t that right, baby?” he questions. You were so woozy from the way he satisfied your sopping cunt to the point where you couldn’t answer him.

“Isn’t that right?” he grits, now circling his skillful tongue deeper inside you until he could taste the wet flesh.

“Yes Ani!” you said, practically shaking around him until it caused you to grind against his face. Anakin let out a breathy grunt at your action because of how much he loved it. Every time you did so, he swore his soul was one step further from exiting his body.

“Now that’s better,” he says to you before diving back into your pussy with a carnal sort of desire. You were practically holding back sobs, but not because you didn’t enjoy it. It was because of the heat filling your entire body, especially your aching pussy. However, you didn’t expect to divert focus from these feelings until he hit that spot somewhere deep inside you. The spot that only he knew about. This caused you to dig your short nails into his defined shoulders, now sobbing at the mind-shattering and overstimulating feeling he had given you.

“Fuck Ani,” you whine.

“You’ve got it, baby. You’ve got it,” he says, trying to talk you through it.

“I- I’m going to cum,” you cry out, feeling the hot coil start to form inside your stomach until it reached your tongue-fucked cunt.

“Cum around me, baby… Gonna taste so delicious,” he coos.

With his permission, you finally came around his tongue for what seemed to be the millionth time tonight, but you didn’t care at all. He relishes the sight of your release splashing all over his mouth. Anakin pulls himself out of your spongey cunt before swallowing every last drop of your arousal.

“Mmm… I was right. You taste so fucking sweet, angel,” he says in a knowing tone with a cheshire grin on his face. He then looks at you to check in on you and can see how tired you were from tonight’s events. He moves closer to you on the bed before finally laying down beside you. His hand cups your soft face and brings it closer to him.

“I hope it wasn’t too much for you, love,” he says, letting you know he saw the pleasure-filled tears fall from your eyes.

“Are you kidding me? I fucking loved that,” you say with a chuckle, revealing the intentions behind the tears that now stained your face.

“Glad I wasn’t the only one,” he says with a shit-eating grin.

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snowsinterlude · 4 months

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back to church.

(incubus!coriolanus x reader)

summary: how could he? appearing in your dreams, fucking the senses out of your body, and now appearing at your church.

c.w: religious imagery and references, church sex, dacryphilia, slight degrading, breeding, explicit sexual content, porn with plot, rough sex, throatfucking, fingering, overstimulation, a bit of praising, dom coryo, catholic reader, virginity loss

your house was full of catholic articles. crosses, paintings, bibles decorating every single thing of your apartment.

a religious fanatic, by all means.

then, when it comes to praying, you loved doing it. especially since you knew all prayers possible, your favorite being the Holy Father. well, it didn't seem to matter now, not when he was there, cursing your dreams, eating you out, fucking you, torturing you- he was a fucking demon. an incubus. made you wake up in drenched panties and made you hide in the bathroom to aliviate yourself.

buzzcut blonde hair, blue heavenly eyes, the proper appearance of a human, but somehow, he seemed prettier than a cherubim. more precious than a diamond.

now, however, you were terribly afraid of the sight in front of your eyes, the same man who appeared in your dreams, the same fucking diabolical being that fucked you senseless was now in front of you, tasting your tears off his finger.

"w-what are you doing here- this is the lord's house! you are not allowed to be here!" you cried, holding your hanging cross in front of him. it was supposed to make demons go away, and still he was there, approaching you, making you stumble on the stairs that lead off to the altar. god's altar.

"you say that, but i can smell you. you're drenching, sopping wet. for fuck's sake, you're a mess." he laughed, kneeling down in front of you, smiling at the sight of your skirt, always hitting your ankle, hiding the curves of your thighs, of your hips, your waist.

"that's sinful, that's a lie. you're the devil. you've been appearing on my dreams, trying to take me down the wrong path- i'm not going!" he chuckled at you, hands holding on your cross in a praying action.

you looked pathetic. on your knees, your cunt drooling for him, clenching around the air and he didn’t touch you more than once, when he took that lonely tear into his mouth- the lewdest thing you have ever seen until now.

with that in mind, when he put you on your knees again after you tried to get up and pray another Holy Father, you almost salivated when the bulge between his legs seemed to be bigger than a normal man's one. not that you could've know, you never had any relationship past 12 years old, when dating was just holding hands and kissing eachother's cheeks.

however, you knew that no one was supposed to have 11 inches. normally it was 8, isn't it? so, taking the cross in your hands, holding it for your dear life, you didn't even took note to when you took his dick into your hand, he didn’t even needed to say anything- what a shame.

the heat and the lust in your body seemed to have increased more than necessary. it was probably his fault, though. you were sure of it.

or you were just a slut.

with that in mind, his hand caressed your hair too kindly for you to ignore, even looking at him while the tip of his dick was on your tongue, with you swirling your tongue around his shaft, feeling the veins, the shape, the hardness, the thickness, whatever you could.

why were you doing this? you both were in a church- next to the altar. you were praying minutes ago. stop that. stop it. was all you could think, alongside with the thoughts of ah, he tastes so good- it's so big. it's not gonna fit in me. it's not fitting in my mouth. not gonna fit inside. but it's good. that's a sin.

"fuck- i didn't even had to tell you what to do? god, you're supposed to be the most faithful woman in this church." he said. and you cried, there was some type of beauty on the christian guilt you were displaying. tears rolling down your cheeks, his dick almost not fitting your sweet throat.

then, for your surprise, you didn't seem to have a gag reflex. then again, he was fucking your throat senseless, the beautiful gagging sounds you made alongside the moans you let be muffled by his cock seemed to be the prettiest melody he could hear in his life, in his death, in his afterlife as a incubus.

it was pathetic. holding onto the cross as if you weren't aucking a incubus's dick. as if you weren't liking it. as if you weren't praying for that to end for you to stop dreaming about him- dreaming and waking up in a wet mess on your sheets.

"maybe you're just a slut, maybe i got confused between the strongest believer and the prettiest whore." he smiled, kissing your lips after taking his dick out of your mouth, for your total despair, you noticed how you wanted more, how you needes more of his taste on your mouth. you needed to taste his cum and yet he didn’t feel like cumming on your mouth.

you were taken into his arms, put up on top of the altar, legs spread so nicely to him, still covered by that long stupid skirt that he made sure to rip out of your body. fuck that fabric, he needed to fuck you.

you, with those doll teary eyes of yours. you, with those beautiful crosses with pearls and fake shining diamonds in it. you, beautiful, virgin, silly you.

maybe he could turn you into a succubus. maybe he could marry you- knot you.

with the heat of your body being something so intense, you didn't notice the Raimundo and the thunders outside- he did. he knew right there that he didn’t confused anything, he was right. you were the pretty virgin doll girl who would rather go to heaven than to fuck- until some minutes ago. but now, with his long finger trilíngue the path up and down your wet slick, you didn't want anything other than him.

"you're too wet, don't you think?" he chuckled, thrusting his middle finger slightly inside you, trying not to hurt you. "and here i was thinking you were as pure as the snow."

"your name- what's your name?" you asked, cheeks colored in heat and your mind numb with lust, one that you didn't had before.

"does it matter? are you going to try and say my name out loud trying to get me out of here?" he asked, licking your bud a bit, it was such a swift move you didn't even remember seeing him leaning in to you, tasting you on his tongue. it was so dirty. such a nasty move.

"n-no, i just need to know who to call- when you're inside." your answer made him let a surprise chuckle out of his lips, his index finger having now the company of his middle finger, both teasing you, both preparing you and making you squirm.

"coryo. call me coryo." you nodded, mouth agape as you looked in front of you, your sight was blurry, but you still saw the image of Jesus christ staring at you, a single tear falling through his eye. the guilt was soon taken over by pleasure, when he started to finger you, "look at me. not at him."

and you obeyed, dubiously dumb to his touch, melting into his fingers, coating them with your wetness. you were so pathetic right now, and still, that stupid cross didn't leave your fingers for not even a second.

he didn’t bother with you coming on his fingers. he did it again and again until his fingers and his forearm was wet with your juices, until your clit was swollen and abused by the attention it was recieving. you tried your best not to cum- he didn’t seem to mind that, he just wanted to make you cum over and over again until you were crying with the overstimulation.

"s-stop that, please, i-i need to breathe properly- need to, need to calm down- don't want to cum again. please. c-calm down." you moaned, and he smiled happily with that, slapping your clit and making you jolt and shake from surprise and a mix of pain and pleasure, god, you were sopping wet. clenching tight on his fingers.

"you taste good." he said, kissing your temple after licking your taste out of his fingers. you were such a tease. he needed to fuck you- ah, you were still a virgin.

that's honestly even better.

then, his tip was teasing you. and just then you noticed how much bigger he was than you- even in his human appearance he was still tall, small horns on his forehead, 6'11ft, buzzcut blonde hair- he was a dream. a nightmare. all at once.

you needed him.

"you're ready?" he asked, his tip getting surprisingly wet over your own juices. you wanted to kill yourself for how good you felt on his dick even if he hadn't enter you yet.

you nodded, a silent nod of humiliation and submission he made sure to burn into his brain.

smiling, he made sure to give you his hand for you in case you felt pain. with that in mind, you accepted the fact that it was going to hurt, his shaft was thick and when it entered you, you cried, tears rolling down your eyes as you stared at the way he entered you, destroying you, devouring you- best to say you were the one doing that, your cunt engulfing him into you, all you could take.

it seemed to you that, when he touched you, fingered you, it was a way to prepare you for him, because now, even with you being a virgin and the pain taking over for your virginity loss, it was incredibly pleasurable.

"you're taking it better than i expected you to." he said, kissing and tasting the lonely tear on your cheek- he was doing that a lot. tasting you, kissing, licking you. you were crying like a kitten, taking him like a whore and looking at him like a saint who has just failed at being the etereal being you were supposed to be. you couldn't bear the idea of going home, being looked over by all the saints, by Saint Mary, by God itself, by all the pictures of Jesus holding a lamb or guiding a lamb- you. the lamb was supposed to be you.

and yet, here you were, moaning on his dick with your legs spread open and all wet for him in front of an altar, in front of all the church benches in where all the saints were watching you from- in your head, this is what was going out.

he was thrusting only half of his dick inside you, never going too far, always hitting you good, but not violent. he could go rough another hour. right now, you were his saint, his angel who failed at the task given by you, not to fall into temptation. not to give into sin.

with that in mind, after the pain went always, you looked him into the eyes, your shining ones meeting his heavenly blue ones. if you looked more at him you could swear he had small clouds in his eyes.

"y-you can go faster," you said, to his surprise.

"if i go faster, i'll end up going deeper, too." he warned, and you shivered at the thought of all of his lenght inside you. it felt arousing.

"please." you pleaded, your scent filling his senses. "go on."

"it will hurt you." he warned again, trying to see if for only a minute you would change your mind. "you're a virgin."

"not while you're inside me," you said. "go on. you're a demon, you're not supposed to be that reassuring, are you?"

he growled as an answer, there was some type of sick humour in your words that he didn’t really like, but it's not like he would say anything. he wanted you to be comfortable, this much was clear. however, you didn't saw any reason for him to want that. there's had to be some motive for that- one that you couldn't think of when he's half inside you, seven inches into you, seven from the eleven inches inside you.

"if that's what you want," he started, his voice nothing but a husky grow. "don't say i didn't warn you."

his eyes seemed to shine brightly as he grabbed your hips, letting you take him by the shoulders, letting himself pound into you, you felt like you were being split in half, however, the more he did it, the more you wanted it.

you came quickly, for his surprise. he thought you would be in so much pain that you wouldn't be able to cum for at least half an hour. then again, you were too sensitive for you not to cum to the smallest move.

"pretty quick, aren't you?" he said, eyes watching as his dick showed up to be completely wet and coated by your cum, and you felt the most embarassed you have ever felt.

"s-sorry, i'm-"

"-you're sensitive." he said, licking your shoulder. you tasted like a salty droplet of heaven, he didn’t even care much about it, he hated heaven's and whatever it is that they hide between those clouds and rainbows, but something in your taste felt almost angelic to him. "it's fine. maybe it was because of my fingers."

the small smile he showed you was almost like shining pearls, you felt like he was enchanting you, hypnotizing you, you were under his spell- under his smile. maybe that's why your face was so contorted up in pleasure.

maybe that's why you didn't feel like caring about how every painting in that church was staring down at you, all of them clearly disappointed about you. the guilt was and would ever since then be ignored by the amount of pleasure you felt when he pounded into you, every single one of the eleven inches being completely inside you.

you could see, in that dirty, sinful and lewd picture how his dick inside you showed a tummy bulge, a line of his cock inside you was clearly drawn outside of you. that's such a sinful act, to be aroused by such a terrible sight.

but still, you were moaning his name, a line of drool running down your chin, your brows knitted together while he did such things to a saint like you. you weren't supposed to be liking it.

it had to be a dream. it had to-

but then again, while his cock was deep inside you, you bit his shoulder with a strenght that you didn't knew your teeth had. muffling your own moans against his skin, taste the flavour of his skin on your tongue, the way it felt bittersweet, the way it felt like a sin.

"you're taking me so well," he chuckled. "like a good girl would. and here i was thinking it would never fit."

he kissed your cheek, holding your ass, fucking you in missionary, your legs spread as he pounded into you, never slowing down- just like you asked to. you didn't seem to form any coherent phrase that wasn't "too deep" "too good" "fuck!" and etcetera.

with that in mind, it didn't took many minutes for you to be shaking on his dick, scratching his back and cumming for whatever time it was.

when he cummed inside you, however, you felt like you were going dumb. you didn't seem to make sense as his cum stuffed you.

"f-fuck- inside. you came inside- i can't be pregnant, i can't-"

"you won't." he said, kissing your temple as he pulled out of you. "but if you do, i will know."

what did that means?

you didn't knew. but you did met him again- and again, and again and again. and then, where was the sense in still be going to church when you were getting fucked relentlessly by an incubus? a being of hell? it didn't make sense. so, after leaving the church, you were with him.

you were with him. leaving with him. not taking well the information of being watched by all the saints, you decided to move with him.

now, you're his. whatever it means.

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i cant stop thinking about aemond fucking you so sweetly and just worshipping your body, making you cum multiple times

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭; aemond spoils you like the princess you are.

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"Breathe, Princess," Aemond grunts lowly, his hands holding onto your hips as you balance on his lap. When you fully press down on his erect cock once more, he guides you and lets out a satisfied hum. You start moving your hips, slowly — painfully slow — grinding his thick shaft deep inside your sopping cunt.

“M-My Prince!” you gasp out. Everything is so sensitive; you have already cum two times, once from Aemond stuffing his long fingers into your pussy and the mind-blowing oral he performed afterwards. You’re close to another orgasm, and you would be embarrassed if you weren’t so clouded by pleasure.

“Aemond,” he corrects, that one violet eye of his glinting with unadulterated desire and a tinge of fucking amusement.

Aemond pulls you down for a scorching kiss — his ability to tolerate the sight of you taking him so well is quickly vanishing. The whole thing is fucking messy, just a collision of teeth and tongues as he licks at your bottom lip. His head spins as a result of the sensuality of your kisses, and when he starts to grind up into you, your fingers fly up to tug on the silver strands of his long hair.

The sting on his scalp makes Aemond lets out a strangled breath, and his thrusts deepen as he growls out, "You are beautiful." He enjoys the sound of your high-pitched whine in response, and his pride grows as he observes how fucked out you are already.

"I possess a considerable amount of desires," Aemond says in a hushed tone. "I want you. Your hand in marriage. I want to suffocate you with my dedication. Every inch of you."

You wish so greatly that you could exchange the same words, reassure him of your affections; but you’re too jaded, too caught up in Aemond. That fire inside of him burns with a flaming wrath, yet he is gold.

You can only think of one thing:

What an honor it is to be valued by him.

A stifled grunt escapes Aemond's chest as you grind your hips over his agonizing length, and he furrows his brows. The way your walls cling to his shaft and draw him in until his swollen, enraged tip is pressed firmly against your cervix has completely captured his attention. You're just so wet and tight, leaking all over his cock.

To bring you forward and press his lips against yours, Aemond’s large hand extends to the nape of your neck. Your lips passionately slide against his, and you might just die from the sensation.

“If I am a monster, it is because of the malice of man,” Aemond murmurs into your mouth. “It is only because of your love that I can be spared.”

And this is the moment you have no regrets.

Those in the kingdom made fun of you for selecting Aemond, a man built of barbed wire, equally as sharp and dangerous. How can you explain to them that it is the barbed wire that has protected you all this time?

His fingertips clench around your neck as you attempt to move on instinct, and all you can do is you scream out a pathetic "Aemond!" as you break free from the frantic kiss. “Gods, please. Don’t stop!”

“Keep begging, my love.” Aemond almost chuckles, his lips mouthing over the curve of your breast. "It suits you."

His fingers start to circle your clit and you gasp, clinging to him as his calloused thumb hooks against it and he continues to gently rock into you in excruciating pleasure.

You both gasp as the sensation of him being so completely inside of you, your choked exhale shuddering as they pass through your lips.

“Good girl,” Aemond purrs, his smirk predatory and devilish, made worse by his expression full of mirth. He’s so fixated on how your cunt is trying so valiantly to milk him for all that he is worth, focused on the way your eyes slam shut with pleasure and your jaw drops open. Before you can tell him how much you love him, he gently rolls his hips to lead you up and down his burning-hot length. He begins to place kisses along your jugular, the hot puffs of breath fanning across the skin there, his speed on your clit increasing.

“I’m so close!” you whimper, your hands trembling as they grip his shoulders. Aemond hum in acknowledgement, the corners of his slightly lips twitching upward.

“I am in your blood, in your veins, your psyche. Your entire being—body, senses, and divinity is mine. Can you feel it, Princess?”

“Yes!”

You’re about to cum, hanging right on the precipice of falling over the edge. The heat builds up in your belly, prepared to burst and dust you both with screamed moans and detonate explosive stars behind closed eyelids. You let out a broken cry of his name, urging him brush his mouth against your lips.

“You stole my heart, my love,” Aemond whispers. “Don’t dare give it back.”

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