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[0uch1e]

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Hello! I mostly repost fics and thoughts from others but will occasionally post my own work.

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[sharkgirldick]

Princess making her studious maid and her loyal knight kiss and grope each other for her entertainment.

(They are both imagining the princess in the others' place while they do it.)

[sharkgirldick]

I have decided that the knight and the maid hate each other, but won't ignore the princesses orders due to their devotion to her.

Neither of them feel worthy of her so they hook up sometimes when they're off duty and hatefuck nasty style.

[sharkgirldick]

They're in the middle of fucking and the knight keeps moaning "My lady, oh, my lady..."

And the maid tells her to shut up, she can't imagine her Mistress fucking her if the knight is so noisy.

The knight insists that the princess absolutely wouldn't top, and they start bickering over it.

Eventually the knight gets sick of the argument and ends it by slamming her dick all the way inside and fucking the maid really rough.

(The princess is vers, so they're both right.)

[sharkgirldick]

There's a hard and fast rule of NO KISSING. They're just using each over to get off, there's no need to get intimate.

... But then one day the maid is riding the knight and she looks down to see the knight looking up at her. The knight's eyes, normally full of strength and fire, are soft and hazy with pleasure. The maid can't help herself, and they start making out hot and heavy. Tongues jammed in each other's mouths, lips bitten and sucked on.

They argue (again) about breaking their one rule, but both of them know it will happen again next time because it made the sex so much better.

[sharkgirldick]

One night, when they're both tired, the sex is incredibly slow and gentle and kissy. It can't really be described as hatefucking any more. The knight pushes herself up to catch a breath, looking down at the blushing maid. She's almost lazily swinging her hips, slipping almost all the way out then sliding all the way back in. Just the way the maid likes it.

The sweet moans, the gentle pleasure of their flesh rubbing together... The knight almost can't help herself as she stares into the maids eyes and says "I love you."

"... What?"

She quickly realizes her mistake. "I... I was thinking about my lady. Don't get so full of yourself to think I'm talking about you."

"Hmph. You really are a senseless brute. Think before you open your mouth, for once."

They go back to bickering yet again, both of them thankful that the darkness of the chamber is hiding the deep, crimson blush in their checks.

... The princess is, of course, getting off really hard to all of this.

[luna-azzurra]

People often choose familiar pain over unfamiliar peace. That sounds dramatic, but it is basically pattern learning. If chaos is what your character knows, calm may feel like a setup. If neglect is familiar, attention may feel like surveillance. If love always meant losing power, being loved may feel like being trapped. This is why “just choose happiness” is not an arc. Happiness can be the scariest room in the house.

[millelittlemonster]

[birdbyt3]

kiiiiinda in the mood to go camp in the mountains and swim naked in streams and fuck by the fireside and and

[anime-villian-irl]

If she's your girl why is she wistfully longing for a salvation she's never known with me?

If she's your girl why is she dreaming of finally having a good night's sleep in my arms?

[lieutenant-lithuania]

• Yandere!Hero who just keeps getting in your way of being a good villain...

—You're scheming in your secret base deep underground, hunched over a map of the bank you're planning to rob. Just this one time you're actually going to do something evil for once! Without that damn sickly sweet grin flashing in your face.

This time, there's no henchmen, there's no cameras or computers. You've learned from your past mistakes and decided to use pen and paper only— lighter and fire extinguisher at the ready when you've fully memorized each and every step of your upcoming deed. No evidence left behind for that fool to track you down with.

You shiver at the mere thought of him.

Earth's most beloved hero, Ember.

The spark of hope in humanity, the soft glow of every victory. Such silky and smooth words are often used when someone speaks of him. Mostly because he's just oh so kind and charming, everytime he's in front of the camera he makes the interviewer blush— doesn't matter what gender they are. He always accepts when people ask for a picture and autograph, and he makes damn sure that picture/signature is nice and presentable! What a guy, huh? Not many heroes are out there for the people! Who wouldn't fall for a guy like him?

Of course, you know better.

He's such a cliche, anyways. Flight, super strength, super speed. His abilities are such boring and basic traits for a hero to have, but they are truly overpowered in reality. That's why you've hidden yourself away from everyone and everyone. He's really intimidating when he wants to be. You've had too many henchmen rat out your hiding place for you to trust anyone right now. You won't end up in that prison again.

But it's not really prison. As Ember would call it, it's rehabilitation. It's just something to make you see the beauty in saving people instead of harming them!

But it's all lies.

He placed you away in a penthouse without a way out. He was the only person that came in and out. He was obsessed with you, his dear arch-nemesis. Do you know how much it pained him to cuff you and put you away? Don't even get him started — really, don't, he'd go on for centuries if he could. But he made it better, he put you somewhere nice and fancy where he could tend to your each and every need! Why don't you want that?

[monstersholygrail]

Yandere!Dethroned Prince

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Yandere!Dethroned Prince x Healer!Reader— violence toward others to protect your honor, marking, biting, possessiveness, fingering, sex, edging, rough worshipful sex, bondage (wrappings), brief brat taming, body worship, multiple orgasms, marathon sex, aftercare.

The fortress kept deep in the mountain villages, so usually busy with hundreds of royal servants, was otherwise currently empty. Yandere!Dethroned Prince kept it as such during the days you would come to treat him as the old palace healer.

Everyone knew how that wound over his chest came to be, but there was something intimate about having you nurse him back to health in a way that he refused to let another witness.

The whole matter had been quite a messy affair. As heir to the throne you try to take one spouse and suddenly the whole court is in a tizzy. Sure, said spouse was not another royal, but rather you, a lowly doctor for the palace.

And of course, when his advisors merely suggested he make you a concubine instead, he ruthlessly slaughtered them all and lined their heads on spikes across every brothel in the kingdom.

But that was hardly grounds enough to throw him as heir. Yet his father had. Aided by the manipulating whispers of the clergy who insisted this was a bad omen and that his reign would only bring devastation.

Suddenly, he was being cut down with a slash of a sword and shipped off to where his bad fortune could not hurt the crown. Along with all the servants they could spare, and most importantly with you, the other half of who brought upon this bad luck.

At first Yan!Dethroned Prince was convinced this was a bad thing. Half detailed plans for a hostile takeover littered his desk for months. You were his love, the object of all his desires, even if you’ve hesitated to give into them.

You deserved to be his queen and nothing less would do. But you were much more tenderhearted than he. When you found his plans you nearly threatened to leave and he would never see you again if he did not cease in the takeover.

While he thought it rather funny you believed he would ever allow such a thing, he decided to placate you. If you were happy then he too would be happy. Even if he typically knew better when it came to what you deserve in life. The more time he spent in his new isolated fortress the more he was seeing its benefits.

His father had practically sent him away to live happily ever after with the person he longed to make his spouse. He had you all to himself here. No longer did he have to hide his affections or ignore his need for you in order to avoid scandal. Now all he needed you to do was fall in his arms. Yet you were as obsessive about your work as he was about you.

That’s what gave him the best idea he’s had since his whole takeover plot went awry. Now every time you come in his chambers to change the wrappings on his wounds he has the entire staff leave fortress grounds. All so that he can have you to himself and lower your guard enough to finally give in and accept you can be together now.

The sound of your arrival in his chambers was as sweet as always, the sharp clink of the lock and the creaking of wood. His eyes snap over to you and he sags in relief the moment you come into view.

“Come, my love, and heal me with those magical hands of yours,” he purrs, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto his lap as soon as you get close enough. With a resigned sigh you allow him the pleasure, knowing by now that resistance is futile.

“You’ve sent everyone away again?” You ask as you quietly unpack your supplies. Promptly ignoring the way he starts kissing up and down your neck, leaving marks in their wake.

“It’s the only way I can get you alone, sweet flower. You never come to me unless I am injured,” he whines dramatically, his hands starts to wander down your frame, beneath your robes, and sneaking away between your thighs to tease at your sex.

A sharp gasp leaves you as your nerves are ignited under his touch. With shaking hands you try to continue your work of cleaning the wound.

“I am your healer—“ you insist.

“You are my everything. And you would’ve been my Queen if you had allowed it,” he interrupted, pinching your chin and guiding your eyes toward his, face bow inches apart.

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Private Royalty [W.E.] | Monstersholygrail

Yandere!Dethroned Prince x Healer!Reader— violence toward others to protect your honor, marking, biting, possessiveness, fingering, oral sex

[leatherfag]

i want to see more fat people in rope literally always. fat rope bunnies i love you i hope you’re having a good day you’re carrying this fucking website

[etherealviolets77]

When she’s eating me out and spits on my pussy and moans while eating it.. and pulls me closer to her by my hips.. FUCK

[kittennextdoor]

18+ big men who let you ride their abs.

Your boyfriend was built like a god — broad shoulders, thick arms, and rock-hard abs that flexed under your palms every time he moved.

Tonight, he was lying on his back in bed, watching you with dark, hungry eyes as you straddled his waist. You were already soaked, and instead of sinking down and fucking him, you slowly dragged your dripping pussy across his abs.

“Fuck, baby…” he groaned, hands gripping your hips as you started grinding on him.

The hard ridges of his abs felt incredible against your clit. Every roll of your hips made your slick folds slide over the deep grooves of muscle, the friction perfect and filthy. You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his massive chest for leverage as you rode his abs harder.

He flexed them beneath you on purpose, making the ridges even more pronounced. The wet sounds of your pussy gliding over his skin filled the room as you moaned, grinding your swollen clit against the hard planes of his stomach.

“Look at you,” he rasped, voice low and rough. “Using my abs like your own personal toy. So fucking wet for me.”

You whimpered, moving faster, chasing that pressure. Every time you rolled your hips forward, your clit caught perfectly on the ridges, sending sparks through your whole body. His hands guided you, helping you grind down harder as your juices smeared all over his sculpted stomach.

“That’s it, ride me,” he growled, eyes locked on where your pussy was sliding messily over his abs. “Make yourself cum all over me.”

The combination of his voice and the relentless friction finally pushed you over the edge. You came hard, thighs shaking as you ground down against his abs, soaking his stomach with your release.

He groaned at the sight, pulling you down for a deep kiss while you were still trembling on top of him. “Next time,” he murmured against your lips, “you’re doing that on my face.”

[illiana-danger]

Singing in the Shower

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

don't know if my other asks on the AU came through but that person was genius for sending in that dystopian au for ray and sweet girl + the added drabble you added in? PEAK. when i saw that one of the inspirations was "the walking dead", I freaked out because that's one of my favorite shows ever! i love apocalyptic settings so that being inspiration behind the drabble was amazing.

with that said, there's two things:

1. i know it happens within henry danger canon itself but captain manchester himself 😝 gets all authoritative, sweet girl's feeling FREAKYYY. LIKE FREAKY FREAKY. she's probably thinking "bad girl! you're supposed to be surviving an apocalyptic place, not getting all horned up for the handsome, big muscled super soldier captain over here" and then also learning that he's a bit of a doofus as well turns her on more. the freakiness never escapes them, even in the apocalypse. also! bonus but because it's sort of mentioned in the drabble that she kind of never really loses her sweetness or kindness within such a dark, destructive world, i feel like that gives captain ray (i like using that for this world) a bit of an excuse and some good ideas to ruin her sexually when they're in THAT stage of their relationship. obviously in a way that's comfortable for her ofc but. yeah!

2. obviously ray gets protective of anyone he knows is in danger, like he wants everyone to be safe in this new, chaotic world but the moment he meets ray, that softer side kicks in because he's grown fond of the young woman and he really cares for her in a way that's never really been seen with anyone else if that makes sense and Henry can see that. it's like he has this special protective side for her that's just for her and her alone.

(ANYWAYS THANKS TO THE PERSON FOR SUBMITTING THAT AU BECAUSE IM OBSESSED NOW)

YES sweet girl scolds herself so much more now cos this world is grittier and more is at stake. so. picture this. (it's quite long and a bit smutty)

sweet girl has her healing abilities like ray has his indestructibility. just before the war started, the government or some science corporation wanted to enhance humans and they needed volunteers. ray being in the army volunteered and it worked in enchanting his abilities. many died. he didn't (layer of trauma/survivor's guilt here which is a reason why he feels responsible to lead the rebels). BUT! even after the war began, the scientists still experimented to try to perfect their super-human stuff so they did it on sweet girl (who probably wasn't a willing test subject if we're sticking with the apocalyptic angst theme).

she's running from the experimentation after escaping. she doesn't know where she's going or what she's doing. she just knows she has to survive. she somehow manages to get into the rebel's "safe" territory when she falls into one of their anti-government/enemy booby traps. literally caught in a net.

they think she's a spy. she pleas for her life but the young soldiers won't listen to her. the curly-haired one seems sympathetic and asks his friend (hen?) to just release her back into the war zone to fend for herself (which would be worse than death cos they'd capture her again. after a bit of arguing, they decide to turn her over to their captain. he'll make the decision.

skip skip skip. sweet girl meets this captain. and yeah, she's being held at gunpoint. she should be scared shitless and she is. but god. one look at this man and her mouth is dry, she's speechless, she can't look away.

this is ray who can't always shower and shave. he's hardened from war and suffering. his hair is grown out and he's not as silly as he could be. but he's merciful. and he isn't the kind to shoot young ladies point blank. so he decides to grant sweet girl clemency so long as she earns her freedom and their trust.

she's put to work helping around camp - cleaning, cooking, sewing, menial tasks. literally she has to do the things everyone hates doing but she's honestly so happy. she hasn't seen the sky or felt grass or known freedom in too long. and despite the horrible things that were done to her (by a military doctor drex???) she's still very sweet at her core.

everyone is wary of her at first. the only people who talk to her are the children. maybe some of the other labourers. but very slowly. she earns their trust and acceptance. meanwhile, she doesn't see the captain as much as she would like. only snippets. only glimpses.

the rumour round camp is he has a new girl in his tent every night (new rebels join all the time). every guy admires him. every woman wants to be with him. but he's never settled down. never had a family. barely has friends outside his right hand man Henry and their ex-gov/military scientist, schwoz (who is also very kind to sweet girl). sweet girl knows she doesn't stand a chance. but she's intrigued. she owes the captain her life. he set her free.

ONE DAY! sweet girl is around camp doing her chores, trying to keep her head down and just live peacefully as long as she can in this precarious paradise she's discovered. WHEN! there's an incident! an attack! the camp is in chaos! sweet girl can't fight but she knows the children need to be escorted to safety.

maybe its a bit dumb but she's straight in there. she's rushing them deeper into the woods where they can hide until the fighting stops when she notices an enemy aim his gun at a child. she can't help it. she goes on instinct. leaps in front. takes the hit. ray then guns down the sneaky bastard that got past him.

he's upset. angry. the child is safe but that poor, sweet girl isn't. she's bleeding out. straight through her shoulder and they barely have enough medical supplies as it is. and it's heartbreaking because he's noticed her little ways. her kindness. her constant smiles. she was one of the sunniest people he's ever met - even before the war.

he holds her as he waits for her to pass. and waits. and waits. and waits. by now, the rest of his "crew" i.e Henry, jasper, piper, and sweet girl's friend Charlotte gather round as well as others. sweet girl just won't die. and what's this? ray watches as she heals, pushing out the bullet until her skin heals over. she's not dead. knocked out. but very much alive.

and he knows. he suddenly realises. the precious, exhausted girl in his arms is the same as him. she's been dissected and tortured and used as a lab rat but she's still so cheerful and kind. truly not meant for such a cruel world that keeps hurting her.

and now we move onto part 2 :)

the captain insists she recovers in his superior tent. no tent is luxurious but being the captain has its privileges and his is a definitely more comfortable than hers and closer to the medics. he's too busy to be a round the clock nurse but he checks in on her whenever he's not organising their rebellion's efforts, feeling partly responsible/very protective cos he should've spotted the signs. should've asked more questions. should've killed those scientists when he had the chance.

once sweet girl wakes up CUE BONDING! they get to know each other as she regains her strength which lets be honest doesn't take too much time cos of her abilities but ray stretches the excuse. it feels right to have her close. easier to protect or so he says. and sweet girl is unknowingly giving him heart eyes during every story he tells or joke he cracks. she learns how soft he is under all that captainness. and for such a stoic, intimidating guy, he's actually...a doofus. his jokes are terrible and he's kinda clumsy when he's lumbering around but she finds it endearing.

being in his space is an honour that very few know. to her, it just feels safe and warm and comfortable. there's even a couple nights when ray falls asleep curled by her side. oh, and how they yearn…

sweet girl heals. she leaves. goes back to her tent. but they remain...close. ray actively seeks her out. she finds excuses to see him. only to lose her confidence when she sees how many admirers he has. Kim danvers is a hot, capable soldier - very much the sort of woman she knows he's taken to bed. and there's rumours about his lieutenant's mom - kris. sure, it's gossip, but sweet girl sees how he flirts with them so easily.

she's just a bit heartbroken. she knew it was too good to be true. he probably felt responsible after she so stupidly tried to be a hero. and besides. she's got nothing more than a test-tube ability and all she can do to help is wash t-shirts and darn socks. she resigns herself to yearning from afar.

meanwhile, ray doesn't know how to make his move. he's down bad without realising just how bad it really is. he knows he's...interested in this sweet girl. but he doesn't know how to handle it. for once, he's terrified that she'll leave or die for real. he doesn't think his indestructible heart could take it if he saw her leaving his tent/life for the last time. he's got so little left in this godforsaken world. losing a pure, heavenly love like that would be the last straw. and besides, he's waiting for the day his luck runs out when the battlefield finally claims him.

so, he starts trying to watch her from afar. he's always looking out for her. ensures his sweet girl gets extra food rations even if he goes a little bit hungrier. he sends her an extra blanket or two for her bed. he intimidates the people giving her a hard time so they'll stop with the mean comments about her being a government guinea pig.

and then, when he's alone and struggling to sleep, he can't stop thinking about how his cot smells like her. she's been in his bed. she laughed at his jokes. she treated him with such kindness like he wasn't anyone important but someone special. someone worthy of her warm smiles and soft voice. she even hugged him as thanks for looking after her.

ray's ashamed of it, but he touches himself to the thought of her for too many nights. the guilt after is crippling. he's sullied her image with his lust and longing but he keeps doing it. again and again, coming with her name on his lips. and he can't have another woman near him. the thought of their skin against his, now he knows how soft sweet girl's is, makes him sick. so his penance for lust is being alone. skip skip skip, longing, longing, longing. about a month (cos we burn slow here) after she left, sweet girl also can't sleep one night. she's up late at night thinking about a million things, so she goes for a midnight stroll. dumb cos there's a war on but okay. just a quick walk to stretch her legs and breath the night air

she passes ray's tent. he's having a nightmare (images of Henry and jasper and the girls and...her dead and him as the lone survivor). she hears. she rushes in and comforts him. promises him he's safe. she holds ray until he calms down, never once letting him go as he stays nuzzled in her neck, wrapped in her arms. they fall asleep like that.

they wake up the next day. sweet girl freaks. ray is calm. he's like a cat when he's sleepy, ignoring the fact that as leader he should be getting up to start the day at dawn but he doesn't want to leave. when sweet girl mentions it, he just pulls her tighter to spoon, his lips smushed against her neck.

skip skip skip. they wake again after dozing. this time when ray dreams, it's not a nightmare. it's...spicy. sweet girl's moans are what wake him up as he rocks into her from behind, rutting as his body reacts to what its been craving for weeks/all his life. he's lowkey mortified but she doesn't want to stop. he's hesitant but so so tempted. she's so precious as he rolls on top and stares into her eyes.

sweet girl thinks this is how it always is in his tent. she'll just be another notch on his bedpost, another woman he's bedded to discard, but she doesn't care. she realises then and there that she loves him and she'll take anything because she's never known how long she'll live. she'd rather die knowing she only had him for one moment than knowing she never had him at all.

oh, and ray goes to town once he gets the okay. he's insatiable. he's a goddamn animal. like I said, they don't have access to as much hot water and soap as the og universe so this is very Napoleon-coded "home in three days don't wash" sort of stuff. not completely dirty but its real. it's all teeth and tongue and salty and sweet. and ray is addicted to how his sweet girl tastes like the honey he used to eat on toast before the world went to shit.

he eats his fill of her sweet, sweet pussy before fucking her thoroughly through his cot. he's biting and leaving hickeys, frustrated to see that their her ability, like his, means they won't show permanently but that's okay. he'll just have to leave more. and more. and more. and never let her out of his bed as he has the best sex of his life, holding sweet girl as she comes and comes and comes, dragging her nails down his back, calling him her captain.

she makes his pull-out game weak. ray's had a lot of partners over the years (although not as many as the rumours suggest). he's never come in any of them because in this shitty world, he doesn't dare hope to have kids. but with sweet girl, he just wants to breed her over and over, never leave her cunt as it flutters around his cock.

they go for several rounds until sweet girl passes out and he has to leave. the captain leaves her tucked up and covered head to toe in evidence that she's his. he'll be back in a few hours after his patrols...but when he returns, sweet girl is nowhere to be found.

she's taken her chance and left before the awkward goodbye. it's a horrific walk of shame cos even though ray's tent is a bit further away than the others for privacy, it's in an area where most of the soldiers/important rebels gather. they see. they know. she goes back to her tent to cry because it's over.

she spends the next day or so avoiding ray like the plague, who's heartbroken for different reasons now. when he's searching the forrest for her, she's down by the river. when he wants to share his food during the evening meal, she's already taken her rations to her tent and zipped up the flap. message received loud and clear. and he can't eat cos he thinks he hurt her in some way.

he was too rough. too hungry. too desperate. too broken. she saw the real him during the best few hours of his miserable life and it was too much. and he accepts that. it breaks him but he's used to that. the indestructible captain will soldier on...but his heart will stay with the woman he's fallen in love with.

CUT TO SWEET GIRL. she's also moping around camp. literally lovesick and everyone can see it. the only ones who can't is the two idiots in love.

but wait...ray responds to an approaching enemy attack. he can't get injured but he gets caught up in an ambush. he's carried away from the fight that the rebels very narrowly repel. rumours spread like wildfire that their captain has been hurt - something has happened to him and now he's not as indestructible as before. he has a weakness.

sweet girl learns about this. she rushes to his side. she thinks he's bleeding out or dying or something. Henry lets her into the tent that she swore she'd never re-enter. just the sight and smell of the tent give her flashbacks to being in ray's arms but she goes in anyway. just to make sure he's okay.

when he sees her, ray thinks it's just another medic or one of his soldiers. but to his delight, his angel has appeared. his sweet girl. the one thing he kept fighting for during the hellfire to ensure it never reached her. and she's smiling at him. maybe he finally had died. it was a vision of heaven, surely.

sweet girl rushes to his bedside. ray is literally just on bedrest for a few hours to regain his strength but she's patting him down for injuries (btw ray is shirtless ;)) and he just lies there and accepts it, too nervous to move in case he scares her off again. he swears he's fine...but she can keep feeling him up if she likes.

he's such a doofus. cracking jokes and she scolds him for making her worry. it make shim smirk to know she was ever worried. and she hugs him when the adrenaline comes down, so relived to see they've made it through another night of bombardments.

ray then, very awkwardly, takes the moment to say he's sorry. sweet girl is very confused. he's sorry for the other day. it was a mistake and he didn't mean for it to go that far (such idiots in love). he understands why she now hates him :( and he can only hope one day she'll forgive him for giving into to his own desire and taking advantage like that.

sweet girl is now very confused. she thought he didn't want her. she thought he'd left her behind. she thought it was a one time thing.

no no no. very much the opposite. ray says he wants a lifetime with her. or however long he's got. he doesn't have much, but he'd have the whole world if he could call her his. He loves her.

sweet girl cries a lil bit. she loves him too. she never knew what being alive felt like until she found him. and she'll be his for however long he wants her.

forever sounds pretty good to ray. marriage technically no longer exists in their fallen society but from then on he calls her his wife. his lover. his one and only sweet girl.

life is hell, but it still sent him an angel.

OR Y'KNOW SOMETHING LIKE THAT

[lotzofteeth]

I think about this a lot

[darksenpaii]

[moonleaf22]

[thepocketlesbiann]

This butch might not have muscles, but she will hold you gently while you moan