tw: rape/non-con, somnophillia. 18+ 🍪🍰

pervy-baker-könig who makes a fresh batch of cookies for the neighbour moved in next door.

of course, he can't just be normal - instead, he pours thick globs of his hot cum into the batter, mixing it together with his hung, weeping cock hanging from his black, tight boxers, hidden behind his apron.

he stalks you and watches your every move from his kitchen window. his breathing quickens at the sight of your pretty body, milky cum running down his veiny shaft as he jerks himself off, peaking out of the curtains to watch you bend over, picking up your moving boxes.

the curve of your ass, and the way the wind blows your summer dress up occasionally. july's heat causes you to become sweaty, whilst könig's shirt sticks to his muscular, burly body, stroking himself with his head thrown back, gritting his teeth and panting heavily at the sight of you.

and fuck, it breaks him to see you so sweet and gentle. your sweet voice rings in his ear as you thank him for the gift, so naïve and unsuspecting of the pervert, taking a bite infront of him and complimenting him on the unique touch of saltiness - how it's the best cookie you've ever had...

of course, he assumes you want more of his delicious, special desserts !! perhaps, he'll lean over your face whilst you're asleep at night, sneaking into your house next door, his fat tip against your lip, droplets of milky cum dripping from the head of his shaft, leaking against your tongue whilst you sleep peacefully.

I know your requests are closed at the moment but I just needed to share this thought with someone.

How about sweet and innocent reader who’s dating Johnny and it’s all in love with him, and has no clue that his best friend Simon is utterly obsessed with her?

They meet in the military and started dating right away, before Simon got his claws on her. She’s a sweet little thing that doesn’t belong there but somehow she endures, she bubbly and cheerful, always kind to everyone and Simon can’t take it.

One night the whole TF141 has to stay in a safe house during a mission, they all sleep on the floor and by coincidence (or not), she chooses to sleep between her boyfriend and Simon. Poor sweet thing wears a sleeping mask to sleep so when in the middle of the night some long and rough fingers slip into her pants, she just smiles, tries to swat the hand away but eventually gives in. The thought of fucking in a room full of sleeping people is exciting, and Johnny has always leaned into the dangerous side of things, so it doesn’t even surprise her.

Eventually those touches lead to taking her pants off, pressing her ass into the erection rubbing her backside. She doesn’t even notice the size difference, she just thinks it feels better because of the adrenaline of doing something forbidden. And it isn’t until the last moment, after she’s come like never before that she realises that the man that just filled her up isn’t her boyfriend when he whispers in her ear:

“I knew you would enjoy a real cock filling that sweet cunt of yours”.

XDD the sheer shock and disgust you feel at Simon’s act, followed by a sense of betrayal towards you and him, for betraying the trust your sweet boyfriend had for you both. You stick more and more to Johnny’s side, as far away from Ghost as you can, and you even sleep on the other side now, between Johnny and Kyle. Ghost might not like it and Johnny might be confused at the sudden change, but it makes you more comfortable, so you stick to it.

It does remind me to @shotmrmiller ‘s fic about Ghost simping of Johnny’s girl. I think I mentioned it a few times, now, but it’s good.

a paralysis demon plays with you at night, this time you're finally awake to see it.

you're not sure how it started. just that one day it did.

you'd wake up with sticky inner thighs and ruined sheets; the familiar pulsing of your clit, begging for attention almost overwhelming, and your muscles ached as if you had run a marathon the day before. tentatively you'd dip your hand into your panties, nimble fingers finding the hood of your engorged clit, eyebrows pulling together at the almost painful feeling it brought; then they'd drift lower, immediately sinking into creamy, wetness that pooled from your entrance and smeared your labia.

this perverse ritual had become your waking nightmare, weeks upon weeks of waking up to ruined panties and an insatiable hunger that couldn't be sated alone. frustration and tears intertwine, as your lithe fingers desperately caress and coax your clit but to no avail. it'd leave you cranky most days and unapproachable the rest.

what the hell was happening? at first, you believed it to be mere wet dreams, lost in the recesses of your mind. but the inability to find release, even with your touch or the mechanical hum of a vibrator, defied all reason. your sanity teetered on the edge, the constant ache and unrelenting wetness between your thighs, the demands of university, and the grueling hours at the fast-paced coffee shop on campus only exacerbate your torment.

breathe; you had told yourself. you just needed a day to sleep, in order to get back into the groove of your usual hectic life. and so, you make the decision to abandon your responsibilities, forsaking work and classes, seeking solace within the confines of your bed.

but that day you saw it.

as the night grew later, you found yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, struggling to keep your eyes open, you clung to the last shreds of wakefulness, determined to finish the movie that had lured you in with its promises of thrills and chills. the laptop, perched on your chest, emitted a faint glow, casting eerie shadows across the room. but despite your best efforts, the battle was futile. with a heavy sigh, you surrendered, closing the laptop and setting it aside.

that should've been it, you should have gone to sleep and woken up the next morning bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, no longer raging and horny, stressed and tired— just your normal self. yet, as if possessed by an unseen force, your eyes snap open, jolting your mind from the peaceful slumber you had so eagerly embraced, but not your body.

the room was cloaked in darkness, save for the feeble glow of a night light by the door. the time couldn't have been later than two in the morning, leaving you with ample hours until you needed to start getting ready for the day…so why were you up?

grunting you attempt to reach across to your desk and grab your water bottle, your throat suddenly dry and scratchy. but you couldn't move. in fact, your whole body felt numb, as if you'd been submerged in an ice-cold lake. you could feel the hair on your arms standing on end, your heart thumping painfully in your ribcage, desperate to escape from your chest and out the window just above your bed. frantic, your eyes darted around your room, flitting over the darkened corners and further on before subconsciously gazing upwards. it gazed back at you.

it was inky black, as if a void had materialized on your ceiling. barren of any discernible features, a foreboding presence emanated from it, sending chills down your spine. its limbs, neck, and torso twisted unnaturally, giving it a grotesque and elongated appearance. tears welled up in your eyes upon witnessing it, and you attempted to scream, only to find your mouth was sealed as if stitched with needle and thread.

the creature descended from above with erratic movements, settling above your figure and menacingly bringing its face closer to yours. this couldn't be happening, it must be a dream and in a desperate attempt to escape, you tightly shut your eyes and began counting backward from ten, gasping for air with each haggard breath.

however, a phantom graze on your thigh startles your eyes open. the creature was still there, its taloned, inky black hand slowly trailing along your clammy skin. even without a face, you could feel its gaze upon you, sinister and scheming. swallowing thickly, goosebumps follow in the wake of its touch, like tiny flames igniting your skin.

and almost as if accustomed to its advances, your body ignites with a dizzying heat, pussy weeping and your clit throbbing eagerly, readily despite your heart skipping and restarting all in one second with fear. its touch is tantalizing and deliberate, momentarily vanishing underneath your oversized night-shirt before returning to the heat of your thighs, talons pricking your flesh.

the creature's game finally comes to an end as it finds your fattened clit, which eagerly presses against the fabric of your panties, craving any form of touch. its assault is steady but firm and the touch immediately sets you off. your body, needy from weeks of being unable to orgasm, finally reaches its limit. you can feel the knot tightening in your tummy, a sharp, zinging pain in your lower abdomen, and the tensing of your thighs.

however, just as you approach your climax, the creature abruptly stops, shifting its touch to your slick inner thighs, face pressing closer to yours, leering and mocking. without the constant stimulation, your orgasm subsides, leaving you with a throbbing ache in your hips, cunt drooling with your arousal profusely.

your eyebrows cinch together, tears staining your cheeks before you're hit with a realization. the constant feeling of never being satisfied and not being able to cum, was because of this…creature.

its pitch-black visage suddenly splits into a sinister grin, revealing rows of serrated teeth gleaming with viscid, thick saliva. its voice is otherwordly deep, it's guttural, and raspy; fingers returning deftly to your clit to rub circles. "do you remember now?"

how couples stay connected | g satoru

1.2k | MDNI | tags: consensual somnophillia, established relationship, loverboy gojo/ female reader, not beta read.

Satoru was weak for your love. He was utterly besotted with you and he pouted when you didn’t give him enough attention. So, naturally, love poured into everything he did.

His little notes he left in your work diary, the doodles of you both on the kitchen whiteboard, the sweet sing song voice messages, the thoughtful gifts he sent when he was away and otherwise and everything in between.

This year he’d implemented something new to keep you both connected even when you were both busy with your various other lives, your career, and his. He’d wanted to leave something behind, a medium between you both and your love, your message notebook.

You both wrote various things, Satoru wrote things like…

“I gave you extra kisses before I left this morning because you looked so cute!”

“Let’s go out for dinner this weekend? Yeah?”

“I have a meeting with Nanami this afternoon, ahhhh.”

Yours looked like.

“Then I’ll give you extra tomorrow.”

“Friday at 6pm?”

“Invite Nanami over for dinner after!”

For the more important things like finalising plans and communication you generally texted and called everyday anyway, and you always made time for each other between your busy schedules. Though recently things had been busy, in his world and yours, you felt the cool pages of the loved notebook’s pages more than his hands on your skin, you couldn’t remember the last time you woke up with him there.

So before you sleep, you scribble something in the notebook you’d normally send in a text and make your way to bed. A sheer silk negligee adorns your figure, a royal blue, low-cut, thin straps. Over the years you and Satoru had experimented sexually in every way under the sun, some things stuck, and other things didn’t.

Satoru knew he had a pretty sight waiting for him at home, based purely on his instinct alone.

It was a late Friday night and Satoru had come home seeking you immediately but was met with the unexpected sight of your message notebook splayed open on the kitchen counter.

If you’re not too tired, why don’t you wake me up with something special <3

He giggled to himself, rushing to your shared bedroom he exhaled at the sight before him. You were asleep atop of the sheets, legs wrapped around a pillow, negligee hitched up so the smooth plump globes of your behind caught the lights of the city through the penthouse window. Not only that, your breasts were spilling out, begging for him to kiss them.

“So you want me to have a little fun tonight, baby?”

You must have been tired from the week you had because you didn’t even stir.

He neared you carefully, distributing his weight on the mattress as such to not wake you. He carefully trailed his hands over the swells of your curves, slowly removing the pillow from between your legs he hissed at the sight of your pussy.

He suddenly remembered how hungry he was. He slid his hands under the negligee and grasped your breasts, pressing a slow, wet kiss to your cunt until you whined in your sleep. “So perfect for me sweetness, just like always.”

He kissed along your bare arms, trailing his nose until he reached your neck and took in the sweet natural scent of your skin. It always calmed him so, then his large hands were tugging down your negligee so he could suck and kiss at your tits. He guided down the straps until he lost his patience and just tugged it until it split perfectly down the centre and revealed your perfect body.

He kissed down the centre of you, until he reached your pussy once more, throwing your thighs over his shoulders and slotting your hand into his hair. He moaned your name into your sex when he found you already wet and he swiped his tongue to drink in your sweetness. He repeated the motion again and again, bathing your clit in his saliva like a salve until your breath was uneven.

As he purred your name you remained asleep, thighs squeezing around his head until something snapped in you and you started bucking your hips into his face. “My god, oh my, baby, that’s it, give me my pussy. Such a good girl, such a good pussy, huh? Doing the work?”

In seconds he couldn’t speak but he could whimper as you were grinding your slick cunt against his face, his nose, his lips, his tongue. You covered every part of his face in your essence and it was driving him crazy, his name fell from your lips everytime he suckled on your clit but he left you completely to your own devices.

But when he knew you were close he pulled away with another idea in mind. He quickly freed himself of his clothes, and pumped his large, strained cock in one hand, precum was spilling out with every stroke, hot and impatient. He slapped your cunt with the tip of his cock and watched the way your brows knitted, hands darting out in the dark and hooking around him.

He slid himself up and down your slick folds, making a mess of you all the while, with languid bucks forwards he rubbed his cock up and down your pussy. The throbbing heat of him heavy on your stomach, and tortuously so good against your cunt you started to make the most precious and whined sounds in your slumber.

“Satoru,” you finally whimpered. “Gonna…give it to me?” You mumbled. “Always, always teasing baby…Keep me warm.”

“I got something warm for ya,” he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to your brow until you hummed his name out incomprehensibly.

He slid his cock up and down your slick folds, breathless now as he gasped at your reactions, “Oh my, baby, do you want it? Do you need my cock in your pretty little pussy?”

“Satoru? Please,” you groaned.

“Sweetheart?” He slid his cock in a few inches and stopped, rubbing the swollen nub of your clit. “D’ya need more?”

Your eyes slowly flickered open, and you smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips and wrapping your thighs right around him, “Toruu.”

“Yes baby? You looked so gorgeous that I couldn’t resist,” he purred, “Ready to be fucked?”

You nodded, cupping his nape with your eyes alight with nothing but lust as you leaned your hips up until he was fully sheathed. He practically growled, shoving your hips down and fucking you so hard back the entire floor rocked. He knocked the breath from your lungs in a single motion. “Got my message then huh?”

“Oh yeah,” he moaned, “Put those legs where I can see em.”

You both giggled as he folded up your legs, fucking you with more of that ruthless precision he was too good at. You snuggled into his neck, your bodies pressed together. The intimacy was what you’d craved so long it was driving you insane. “You’re so warm, Toru.”

“Missed me?”

“Always.”

His lips were on yours with an urgency that made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. His hands threaded through yours and he groaned into your mouth, the sweet words vibrating down your throat. I. Love. You.

Trust me I have a lot more thoughts. Nanook caging you literally within themselves, Nanook proving their devoted obsession to a Self Reincarnating!Reader through lets say... bringing out Reader's long-awaited self-destruction, Yaoshi in a Sleeping Beauty AU (YES BECAUSE OF THAT KISS SCENE), Stella helping that fallen "Star" that crashed out of the sky on The Express.

And ooooh Boi I have thoughts on Welt, don't you dare get me started.

warnings: mentions of noncon, babytrapping, yandere themes in general.

Wait wait are we talking EAH/Disney sleeping beauty, or the much darker og version where the princess gets uh … non-conned while she’s asleep and then wakes up to her children? Cause I’m definitely up to write some babytrapping fics.

Also yesss for the reincarnating! reader one. I have this idea where reader doesn’t reincarnate per se, but takes a vessel from one of their followers not loyal to Nanook as well. But no matter which body they possess, Nanook just has this uncanny ability to sense their god and they just have this little game where they take a human form as well to seduce Reader.

I’m only going to write requests though so unless people send in asks for these, it’ll all prolly be stuck in the Yun basement.

It’s soooo hot here 😫 Gonna probably sleep without anything on at all 😳 I hope no one takes advantage of me while I’m asleep and unconscious and naked 🫢 Sure you’d have easy access to breed me and use me however you want 👀 but you won’t do that, right?? 🫣

Just unlocked my front door, put on my tiniest thong and took a sleeping pill in preparation of my boyfriend comin over at the crack of dawn ;3

damn, I sure hope no one else comes in and takes advantage of me in my vulnerable state,,,

(not a photo from today, but a picture my bf took one time, just before he r@ped me ♡♡)

Matt (somnophillia)

Afab genitalia

Genre- smut-oneshot

Character(s)- Mail jeevas (death note)

ALSOOOO THIS SUCKS BECAUSE IM NOT USED TO WRITING STUFF LIKE THIS, HEADCANONS, ALPHABETS AND DRABBLES ARE WHAT IM BEST AT :,)

also I wanted this to be SO MUCH LONGER THAN WHAT I DONE BUT I DIDNT KNOW HOW

Warnings in tags, if I somehow missed a tw PLEASE tell me, it would be much appreciated<33

~MINORS DNI~

He couldn’t help the way his eyes roamed your body, specifically your thighs his hands wrapped around your waist as he cuddles your sleeping figure. Slightly squirming at the uncomfortable bulge that was making itself more known underneath his pants, he lets out a quiet groan, rolling his eyes in annoyance as it wont go away. He thought of what yous spoke about a few weeks ago, specifically something you brought up due to his high sex drive. somnophillia.

It was often (he) one of yous would wake up desperately needing to touch the other, to soothe the heat that was building up inside yous, but it still happened and yous were exhausted from getting woken up from one another when either of yous needed the other, thats why you recently brought up the idea of somnophillia despite yous both agreeing upon it he was still hesitant, what if you changed your mind, what if you forgot, what if he wakes you up his mind was racing with different thoughts. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable or hurt you so he just sighs. Trying to shake your resting figure awake “dear…?” His voice is quiet not wanting to be too loud yet it had a hint of desperation in it.

“Love?” He rubs his eyes sitting up and shaking your shoulder, you let out a soft incoherent murmur mixed with a groan as in response to him, he shakes your shoulder again taking your groan as a sign of you waking up.

"mm?" you murmur softly "what Matt..?" you sounded annoyed which was understandably so. He sighs looking down at your half asleep figure and hesitantly speaking "I need you.." his voice was barely above a mumble, barely coherent, his normally confident behaviour always crumbled when it came to you, becoming a mess just for you. he hated it. He hated the way you'd make him feel, he felt stupid for it, desperate even, he couldn't stop despite how much he hated the feeling he longed for it.

His thoughts were cut off by you're voice ringing through "we talked about this..." he looks back at you embarrassed "I know, I know.. I just wanted to make sure you were still comfortable with it.." his voice was soft and quiet, clearly embarrassed from having to wake you up, yet again, you just nod and yawn "Mmmhmm.." you chuckle sleepily.."it's fine.." you whisper and try to go back to sleep, ignoring your own arousal that grew between your thighs.

He softly sighs, freeing his cock from his boxers hesitantly. His eyes trailing along your thighs, gently spreading them and pulling at your panties (IM SO SORRY THAT WORD MAKES ME CRINGE SO BAD, I DONT KNOW WHY) his fingers skilfully but slowly rub along your cunt, prepping you as he pushes two long slender fingers in your tight hole eliciting a quiet and soft whimper quietly come from you, once he was sure you were ready he added an extra finger just to stay on the safe side, pumping them in and out of your cunt feeling some slick cover them as he removes them. Guiding his needy cock towards your cunt, his tip a angry red leaking with precum as he pushes himself in, groaning as he tries to stay still, letting your cunt adjust to his girth, his cock twitching inside your tight cunny and his piercing pressed against your gummy walls as he patiently waits, after a minute or two he finally starts moving his hips. His cock hitting all the right places as it rubs against your walls, he has to stifle a moan as to not wake you up again. His thrusts get progressively harder and quicker, moving his girth in and out of your soaked cunt, his balls slapping against your ass as he feels your cunny clench around his cock, biting his lip as he lets out a sharp needy moan at how good you feel. With a soft whine, he bottoms out in you, his eyes squeezing shut as he leaves sleepy but loving kisses along your neck whilst thrusting into you softly, his free hand playing with your pretty pussy, rubbing your clit gently, watching your hips slightly jolt as his fingers get more rougher with his thrusts, pulling your shirt off and gently kissing each of your nipples, swirling his tongue around the left one whilst his right hand continues toying with your clit, desperately rubbing it as he feels the nerves, listening to your soft moans and whines, feeling your cunt squeezing around his girth, signalling that your getting closer to the impending orgasm thats building up, watching as your lip quivers just slightly, letting out a soft pretty moan that sounds so angelic, chuckling as he presses his lips against yours, pressing a kiss against your beautiful lips, one of his favourite features of yours, of course he loves everything about you but your pretty lips are definitely one of his favourites.

Soft thrusts hit against your cervix, desperately rutting against it as he gets closer, rubbing your clit even more to get you to cum before him, holding himself off, wanting you to be pleasured before him, stifling a moan as he feels your cunt squeeze even harder on his girth, whimpering as he feels your cum start dripping onto his cock, sighing in relief as you come before he does, his cock twitches in your cunt almost instantly, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier as he nears his impending release, moaning loudly as his cum shoots in your cunny, semen dribbling out your cunt as he slowly pulls his half erect length out, laying on his back as he lets outs a soft sigh, cuddling you close to him, kissing your cheek and smiling as he yawns softly.

I dunno how to end it and my heads been splitting me for hours now >~< but hey it’s finally posted LMAOOO sorry for the wait!!!

clothed sex.

tw/cw: humping, dry humping, afab!f!reader, somnophillia. mdni 18+

;simon can't contain himself at nighttime, needing something to grind against...

simon riley can become incredibly touchy and horny, especially during the late hours of the night, when the only thing he can focus on is the curve of your body against his. it's as if you're teasing him; barely wearing anything to sleep, as if you want to play with simon's head, rile him up and get him excited.

it's hard for simon to contain himself when he has a pretty, little thing right beside him, easy access as the only things covering your bare body happen to be a t-shirt of simon's, and your lace panties.

his breathing becomes rapid seeing you like this, his boner only hardening and aching the longer he goes without the desired tightness of your pussy around his painful dick. simon huffs your perfume as he buries his face against your neck, rubbing his hard bulge back and forth against your ass, the friction causing him to hiss out in pain and pleasure.

“fuckin’ hell... such a good girl-- treatin’ me to this sight, yeah?”

simon didn't expect himself to enjoy the softness of his boxers against his boner, mixed with the slight curve of your ass left simon feeling as if he was in heaven. simon grinded back and forth, his burly and muscly arms wrapped and tightening around your sleeping body as he rolled his sturdy hips against you, humping your rear desperately and intensely. each sloppy, messy thrust caused his breathing to quicken, his eyes shut tightly, and his girthy cock weeping beads and droplets of his arousal into his boxers.

he wanted to be mad at you for sleeping in such provocative, skimpy clothing... but, using your body for his own satisfaction and pleasure was almost compensation for simon, as he rubbed himself against you repetitively, ‘til he was groaning and growling beside your ear quietly.

and and and... incubbus konig with somno and size kink!! i read about incubbus and it says incubbus haunt virgins in their sleep.

(english is not my first language)

-🎀

Incubus go for anyone, honestly, but virgins are easy prey, so easily corrupted and turned from the light of God. Incubus!könig being so big and broad, he’s impossible to reject for a sleepy and horny little virgin. So, she he moves onto you, all you can do is take him when his hard thrusts woke you up, mewling and drooling while he drilled into you with his thick cock, carving a place inside of your tight cunt.

If he likes you, he’ll come back at night, again and again to feed on your sexual drive to stay alive. And it makes it better than he was the one to ruin you, forming a certain bond with you that keeps him coming back to you, and you unsatisfied with any cock that isn’t his.

i want to be sharing a bed with basement gerard and have him start feeling me up while im "asleep" (im faking lol im fully awake but he doesnt know that). have him move slowly, seeing just how far he can go without waking me and before i know it hes fucking me and im trying hard to hold in my moans to not let him know im awake. someone lobotomize me immediately oh my god

Sighhh this is the dream (no pun intended)

Mmh minds so fuzzy and soft now... so tempted to just go to sleep like this, curl up in bed with no blanket in just my crop top and thigh high socks. It'd be so easy to take advantage of me like that- whisper to me how cute i look all stretched out and dripping while i start to fall asleep. Just making the tiniest sleepy whimpers as they start to slowly pound into my soft body

is it too much to ask to have her call me dad?

Aventurine being so jealous you have to fuck him stupid. ♣️🎲

tw, cw: creeps looking at your body!! (dw they don't watch you fuck, you just look so pretty, like you are irl <3), dom bot aven to sub bot, breeding, jealous sex, 69 position, mating press (can you tell i like that), riding, reader is aven's bodyguard (I have an obsession with it), calling him a brat, implied consensual somnophillia, overstimulation, womb fucking, clothed sex (reader has pants, aven has shirt), dumbfication, and last of all, marriage talk <33

Its no secret he loves to spoil you. Suits, jewelry, delicacies that he personally gets his hands on, Aventurine has the money for your heart's desire. Earnings from the IPC and from his nightly gambling games allow him to spend it freely on you, as much as you insist it is unnecessary. He doesn't mind it, why spend it on himself when he can spend it on someone and beautiful and adorable as you? But even then, there are those who just cannot take the hint that your his. And sometimes, he needs you to remind him that you'll never, ever leave him.

He's not a easily jealous. Aventurine knows your his. and that he's yours. Anyone with so much as a brain could see that. But this time… he cant hep but wonder. It was just another one of his impulse shopping trips to buy you a new suit to your growing collection. He watches as the curtain of the dressing room just- barely covers you. The shoppers, men and women alike, all stop to watch you take off the outer layer, revealing that pretty lace shirt he knows you love. He's not surprised at the fact that the behind of the shirt reveals your back, showing your toned muscles and those faint scars he traces his fingers over every night. Watching those eyes ogle at you when when he's paying for your clothes, the lustful jealousy in his eyes doesn't go unnoticed by you.

The moment you reach home, he's on you, grunting as he pulls off your suit and shirt, the soft chuckles of pure amusement from you making him glare as he pushes you down, grabbing your belt and throwing it off the bed. Soft pants escaping his throat as he pulls down his pants and underwear, too impatient to take them off completely as he rubs his clit over your cock once its just barely free. Your hand reach out to grab his waist and just start fucking him, but he slaps them away.

"You only touch me when your about to cum , got it?"

Aeons, he's so beautiful when he's being such a bossy brat, it makes your dick harder. That doesn't go unnoticed, as he slams himself onto you, making both of you gasp. His hips move painfully slow, your eyes watching hungrily as his folds swallow your length, how his diamond pupils dilate while he rides you, grunts and moans of 'your mine, only- nfh- i get to ride this- Gnh- pretty cock-!'. Your his. His bodyguard, his handsome lucky charm, his lover behind closed walls. How dare anyone think otherwise, much less lay their eyes on your ethereal body?

The command for you to not lay your hands on him until your about to cum doesn't matter to you. Does the brat think he has control over you? In public, he does, your his bodyguard, of course you follow what he does. But in the bedroom? Behind closed doors, its you who controls him. Grabbing his waist and pulling him off your cock, which makes the gambler whine out as the sudden emptiness, and setting his cunt on your lips, his mouth right beside your cock.

'So greedy…' you think to yourself as our tongue plunges into his folds, lapping at the slick and sucking his clit, while he gags on your length, tip hitting the back of his throat as he whimpers from your ministrations. Pulling away to catch his breath, a sharp shriek escapes his throat when you pinch his clit as punishment, the tip of your tongue prodding that sweet bundle of nerves making his thighs shake as he desperately rub his cunt on your mouth. Although there's the lack of warmth from his mouth on your dick, your not complaining if you get to hear the way Aventurine squeals when he squirts in your waiting mouth.

Pushing your dick into his slick pussy, as he whines and covers his face in embarrassment at the fact that he was supposed to be the one to give you instructions, he was supposed to be the one to give you orders on how to fuck him, not the other way around! But all thoughts fly out of the window the moment your hips snap up, his back arching instantly as he gasps and writhes from how fucking big you are, pretty purple eyes widening as he watches your dick bulges in his belly. You move just a little closer, and he nuzzles against your shoulder blade, soft whines of 'please, fuck me already..!' making the last bit of self control you had snap. He was not going to walk tomorrow.

Pressing his legs to his chest, and plunging your length deep intpo his cunt, ignoring his weak gasps as he scrambles to find purchase, settling to hold your neck for dear life as you fuck him so ahrd into the mattress he's seeing stars, loud wails of 'Nnhh-! Ooh--!! Too deep, too de- Ghk--!!' going ignored as your cock slams into his cervix, his knees pressing flush against his bite and kiss littered chest, the gambler's eyes rolling back as he cums again, hands moving to grasp at your back, eyes rolling back as you fill him, aeons- he can swear to the Amber Lord themselves that he can feel your cum filling him p so nicely. He just couldn't help but beg for more, how cute.

Turning him over onto his stomach, and pressing your body on top of his, his smaller frame being completely trapped down on the bed, his lewd sounds muffled by the pillow as he tried to buck his hips back on your, the new position allowing your cock to push right into his womb, he can just feel your length so, so deep in him, that he had to bite his lips to stop any loud shrieks from escaping him. But you didn't like that. Yanking his hair, forcing his head back and letting those pretty, pornographic cries escape him just made your movements faster. The gambler's pretty pupils blow into hearts, a loud moan escaping him as he creamed all over your cock, head falling back onto the pillow as his eyes closed, cum spilling out of his pussy and a lovely, fucked dumb expression on his face, soft pleas of 'hng…i wan more, love, please? wan you to fill me again…' Well, maybe you could go for a few more rounds before running a bath…

When he comes to, he's in the bath with you, leaning against your muscular body, in warm water with a lovely candlelight ambience. Strange, you never really went so far to make a aftercare bath so… extravagant, as much as you always make it the best for him. Just when he's about to ask you, you beat him to it. As he stares at a beautiful gold ring adorned with a precious aventurine(heh) gem in the middle that you were holding out in front of him shyly, as the gambler glances back teary eyed a he watched you, his normally stoic bodyguard, stammer over your words. You don't even have to finish, he's already holding you close, grinning like a idiot as he agreed to your proposal. You were finally his, and he was finally yours.