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[zzzeldazone]

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𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: DATE EVERYTHING

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𝗙𝗶𝗰 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

Monoma (MHA)

yandere monoma

Rick x Reader

Goody two shoes

Date everything

scandalabra scandalabra with no plot

[mintmatcha]

being too shy about your body and refusing to let your boyfriend go down on you becomes a night of him pinning you down and eating you out until you give in and except it

[the-sensitive-sadist]

The gasp when it finally slips in after eons of feral grinding and kissing and humping is so healing

[mintmatcha]

The filthy, sloppy squelch of every stroke, staccatoed by the clap of his hips against your ass, echoes. Even as you whine and squeal and curse, your ability to form full sentences long gone, it's all you can hear-- the lewd sound of wet, unabashedly and uncomfortably dripping from your poor, abused pussy.

"Fu-" the word dies on your lips as your partner shifts, his cock rubbing against tender flesh in just a way that you see stars. Your pubes and his are matted and dark with the same mixture of liquids that drip down the crack of your ass.

"Yeah? Yeah?" Dabi sneers, his hips never stopping as he presses deeper, mounting you harder until your body bends uncomfortably far. His stomach is smeared with you, shining all the way from his stomach to his knees. "Dick so good you can't even fucking think, huh?"

The way he has you folded means you can see his cock as it enters you, thick and pulsing and drenched with creamy, white -

The sight tickles something in your brain.

Your hand finds his arm and squeezes hard. It's tacky and warm with sweat, so much so that he slips out of your grip the first time.

"Da- Dabi-" you gasp. At first, he doesn't respond, too busy watching where your bodies connect.

"God, fuckin' greedy pussy." He brushes his dark hair from his eyes, "Suck it in like you need it, babygirl. There it-"

You gather yourself just enough for a full breath. "Dabi."

"What?" he grits his teeth and pulls out, cock resting against your puffy, abused cunt. He seemingly can't help how his hips continue, running through your folds without shame. "Don't tell me you're fucking tapping out."

"Fuck-" Your head is thick with cotton, body heavy with pleasure- "Did- did you cum in me?"

His tongue flicks over the sharp edge of his canine. "Nah."

He taps his cock against your spread open cunt, savoring every tacky sound, relishing in how the wetness sticks to him in strings. "That's all you."

[suodelic]

sex with a guy who wants to hunt you for sport for 6-12 hours immediately beforehand

[suodelic]

sex with a guy who gave you a big head start and mocks you about it after he’s caught you anyway

[p00pdev1l]

@holydayaria

[saintfelina]

*pervert voice* okay so im the princess and youre the knight sworn to protect me

[mintmatcha]

to be fucked forcefully with a hand over my mouth

[grymghoul]

Sex with ASTARION post-fight has got to be so sick nasty. Covered in blood and sweet and he's just licking your throat, collarbone to ear. He presses you face down into some pillows, like that'll make the party forget what they heard. They won't. They know. They know the way he ruts into you, driven into a frenzy by the blood. His eyes roll back and he's twitching and shaking like a possessed man.

[kittenintheden]

When I Think About You

surprise jorkin it PWP fic drop lol. enjoy.

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Astarion/Reader (You) Word Count: 1550 Content: 18+, jealousy, voyeurism, masturbation, mutual masturbation (sort of?), pillow humping, gender-neutral Tav/Reader

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You went to bed early tonight.

Well, earlier than you typically do. Not that Astarion has been paying you much attention. Hardly any, really. You’re just easy to miss.

Notice. You’re easy to notice. Because you’re so obvious.

Obviously annoying, obviously infuriating, obviously determined, and obviously infatuated with him. True, that had been his goal, but hells, you could blush a little less at his come-ons. Even if it does look cute on you.

Not that he thinks you’re cute. Not really.

The others are packing up their gear and turning in for the night. Astarion will take first watch like he typically does, have a quick trance, and get up in the early morning hours for a hunt. Easy. Routine.

So what if he’s falling into a routine with these people. It makes things simpler.

He should check on you. Just to make sure you’re not ill. For his health more than yours. These days, a headache could mean a rapid onset of calamari face. He’s doing everyone a favor, honestly.

When he approaches your tent, his steps slow to a stop as his ears pick up noise from inside your tent. You aren’t asleep.

And by the sound of it – and it’s a sound Astarion knows well – you aren’t alone.

He huffs an irritated breath through his nose. Gods damn it. He really thought he had you in the bag. There’s a shard of something sharp lodged beneath his rib. Annoyance, probably. Disappointment that he’s back to square one. Bitterness that he lost another competition, even when he’s doing what he does best.

Astarion turns to walk away. Takes three steps. Stops. Turns his head back toward the sound.

Who is it?

Who are you with?

He has his suspicions, but might as well take a quick peek to verify. His steps as he approaches are catlike. Not that you’d notice anyway, preoccupied as you are. He won’t look much. Only enough to see who stole his prize.

His mark. Who stole his mark.

Astarion pauses at the far side of your closed tent flap and finds a gap in the cloth. He leans in, eyes keen in the dark, and his mouth goes dry when he sees your hips grinding against someone, the length of your body pressed tight to theirs while you move over them. A blanket covers you both, but it doesn’t hide the passion of your movement.

He jerks his head away, a ball of tension aching in his gut. Ridiculous. He should go kill something. He walks toward the woods.

And stops with a sigh.

Astarion hates himself for it, this burning curiosity to know exactly who you’re riding so enthusiastically. Steeling himself, he creeps back and peeks once more through the split in the fabric.

You’re sitting up, now, showing him the long line of your spine in the center of your bare back as your hips continue to work. Every puff of breath through your lips is desperate, occasionally lilting up in a breathless moan.

Astarion worries his lip between his teeth. The muscles beneath your skin ripple, your blood thrumming so close and smelling so much of you, sweetened with the scent of arousal. If you’d just lean a little one way or the other, he could see who’s working you so… so…

There’s a flash of heat in his core followed by a sparking current of electricity, setting everything alight. He’d been doing his best to ignore the steady swell of his cock, but ignoring it is no longer an option as he goes hard as stone, the length of him straining toward his hip bone. Subconsciously, he cants his hips into the empty air and finds absolutely no relief. He has to swallow back a soft moan of his own.

The rolling globes of your arse are shaped perfectly beneath your thin wool blanket. Sharp, rocking thrusts against your playmate, against whichever lucky wretch currently feels the sticky heat of you while he watches.

Astarion lets his hand drift to the front of his breeches and sucks his breath in through his teeth when his palm grazes firmly over the covered head of his cock.

 You run a hand up your side and feel your own chest, maintaining your rhythm as you whimper.

Astarion’s fingers move to loosen his laces, lips parted as he begins to softly pant.

Your hand moves back down and you’re… yes, you’re putting your fingers between your legs, and you throw your head back with a gasp.

His fingers dip below his waistband and he curls in on himself with a huff as he takes himself in hand and begins to pump. Once, twice… ah, gods, that’s nice.

Though being under you would be even nicer.

Lucky sod. Who is it?

The blanket slips down over the curve of your arse, falling to one side and his breath catches as he realizes he’s about to get his answer.

Fabric falls aside and your incredible arse is grinding back and forth. You’re riding yourself to absolute delirium with…

A spare bedroll.

Astarion’s hand stutters to a stop and he doesn’t even breathe as realization hits him. You weren’t with someone else at all. The whole time, you’ve been furiously fucking yourself, grinding needily against your bedding for relief.

And somehow, some way, that makes him even harder. He mouths “oh, fuck” and goes back to stroking himself with renewed vigor. 

You’re desperately aroused, no longer trying to quiet your whimpers as you work your hips in circles against the bedroll while you rub yourself at the same time, your shoulders flushed with need. Your body undulates in wave after wave and Astarion feels quite certain that if he were inside you right now, he’d have come already. He puts his free hand over his mouth, pressing his palm to his lips to keep quiet.

You make a frustrated noise and swing your leg off the bedroll, and for a brief alarming moment, Astarion thinks you’re about to give up, and there’s no way he could let that stand. For either of you.

But then you shove the bedroll away with a huff and flop onto your back without opening your eyes, which is good news for Astarion, since you’d almost certainly see the silhouette of him outside your tent if you were paying attention. Instead, you spread your legs wide and give him a glorious view as one hand returns to its place between your legs and is quickly joined by the other.

Astarion shudders out a breath, the sound thankfully masked by your own rapid pants as you stroke yourself with one hand and trace around your entrance with the other. When you push two fingers inside and begin to pump in and out, Astarion’s knees threaten to give out as he picks up his pace. The tide of pleasure in his core rises and threatens to crest.

Gods, gods, he isn’t even fucking you and you’re still going to make him come before you do.

Your pretty little moans are too much. Your furrowed brow, your flushed cheeks, the way your thighs twitch and your belly shivers with the pleasure you’re lavishing on yourself. What a beauty you are, what a treat, what a-

“-arion,” you whisper, so quietly that he nearly misses it.

“Hah,” he breathes, his pleasure shuddering right on the edge of its peak. His mind must’ve filled that in. There’s no way you said what he thought you said.

He presses his face to the split in the fabric and leans against the tentpole, jerking himself firmly as he watches you arch your back up off the ground, lifting your hips into the air again, again, again, until your hands slow.

“Oh, Astarion,” you whisper just before you slam back down to earth and groan out your release, your slick making your skin shine in the low light.

“Sh-”

Astarion slams his hand over his mouth and ducks to the side, sinking silently to the ground around the corner of your tent just before he creams himself, a pulse of spend striping the ground beneath him, followed by another, and another. His head hangs heavily before him as he catches his breath and dazedly tries to piece together what the fuck just happened.

He sits back, chest heaving and ears ringing.

Then whips his head to the side when he hears you stir inside the tent and tentatively say, “... Hello? Is someone there?”

Astarion holds his breath, which does not help with his current state of floaty lightheadedness.

Then you say, “... Astarion?”

And the sound of his name on your lips sends another ripple of pleasure through him as his cock pulses and drips one last time for good measure.

It takes a minute, but you eventually convince yourself you were hearing things and settle down to sleep, presumably in a more relaxed state than when you first retired. Astarion waits until your breathing slows before he sneaks away, silently tucking himself back into his clothes.

He holds his breath the entire time.

On the other side of camp inside the safety of his own tent, he releases it in a rush, running his unused hand through his curls as realization finally catches up to him.

“Oh, no,” he whispers.

[ast4tarion]

i think astarion is a quiet moaner. When he stops performing, stops making all the right noises for you at the right moment, and just lets himself make the sounds his body makes. He makes quiet, little breathy moans when he pushes inside of you, sometimes he’ll try to hold them back and they’ll turn into little whines or sharp inhales. If you pull him close enough you’ll realize that with every thrust he makes a little nghh-! noise.

[unlovablelover]

too pretty...

his ragged breathing scorched your ear as he held you in place, strong arms entrapping your waist. "too pretty," he panted, hips moving in slow yet deep strokes. each thrust was calculated, meant to savor every inch of your warmth.

"can't believe a pretty thing like you belongs to me," he lets out a low growl, punctuating each word with a particularly forceful plunge. "all mine."

his pace remained unhurried, but it intensified with each passing moment. he drove into you with unrestrained vigor, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the dim space. his mind slipped deeper, your warmth pulling him under like a dream he never wanted to end. but this was real, and somehow just as exhilarating.

his grip tightened, making you gasp out a breath as he picked up speed. the wet squelching was music to his ears, your moans harmonizing with the sound. he can't help but sing along with his own hushed grunts, voice cracking when he spews out those choked gasps you love.

"h-hold still. mmhn, fuck, just a little more-"

your hands scrambled to rest on his shoulders, the pitch of your voice turning higher when he hits that spot deep within you. and of course, he makes it his mission to keep hitting it - each hit made your walls tighten around him, until you came with a loud squeal.

"holy s-shit! yeah, that's the fucking stuff-" he holds his position as he explodes, hot spurt after spurt flooding into your insides. he forces himself to give you one last thrust, a faint breathy chuckle slipping past his lips.

"mmhn, fuck, that's my pretty thing." he gently swipes away the tears of overstimulation trickling down your cheeks, peppering your face with soft kisses to make up for it. "always so good for me, so eager to take it all."

he lets you collapse against him, cradling your trembling body in his arms. then, just before your eyes flutter shut, he presses a kiss to your temple - whispering the "i love you" you hear so rarely. his grip tightens slightly, just enough to let you know he's not going anywhere. tonight, he'll stay - he'll stay warm, and you'll stay his.

taglist: @addicted2tomura

[3000s]

is that a reference to pussy from sex

[steprunt]

Men who beg you to keep your eyes on them as they put you through the mattress with hearts in their own eyes you're so special to me

[saintshigaraki]

i don’t like degradation but something about condescending praise…..being cooed down at….yeah <3

[koko2unite]

I just wanna have sex like this, it's not much

[koko2unite]

I have reached the audience

[zzzeldazone]

would y’all believe i’ve never played lads i just read lads smut and substitute the names out for brennan lee mulligan bc there’s not a lot of good smut for him n i need to fantasize abt that man at least one a day when i’m ovulating

[satrs]

Walking Anatomy Textbook Zayne!

Requested by anon ↳ ❝ [...maybe a SUPER shy and inexperienced mc x walking anatomy textbook zayne? ] ¡! ❞

A/N; IDK WHY I STRUGGLED SM WITH THIS OMG Enjoy and have a nice day/night <33 send a tip if ya like <3

TAGS; MDNI. body anatomy. shy reader. teasing. dirtytalk. fingering.

You never would have guessed Zayne had this side to him.

Sure, he has his dry humor, he's a ridiculously smart doctor who knows everything possible about the human body, always giving you tips for your health, checking in on you because you're his beloved girlfriend, after all— but today he's different. And so are you.

You've always been the shy type. But this? This is…

"Nervous?"

"N-no…"

He leans closer, so close you can feel the faint touch of his lips against your ear. His fingers trace lightly over your skin, and he chuckles softly at the way goosebumps rise wherever they wander, his touch lingering on your shoulder.

"No? Oh," he pierces you with his gaze through his slightly fogged glasses, watching your heaving breath and noticing the way your nipples harden as his warm breath slightly brushes over them, "Increased heart rate, hot skin... cute. I'd almost think you are nervous."

You try to look away, squirming under the intensity, but his hand lands gently under your chin,forcing you to meet his emerald gaze.

"Relaxxxx, darling," he purrs, free hand drifting down, fingers barely skimming your exposed, puffy folds, "No need to go shy on me."

A jolt shoots through you, and you yelp, thighs instinctively trying to clamp shut, but his hips cut your efforts short.

"Tsk, tsk," chiding softly, his analytical gaze flicking from your desperately clenched thighs up to your painfully hard nipples, "Heightened sensitivity," hand from your chin brushing your neck, his fingers finding rabbit-quick pulse hammering beneath your skin, "Elevated adrenaline."

His touch trails lower until a single finger flicks casually over your puffy nipple, pulling an embarrassed mewl from your lips.

"You need me to fuck you, don't you, love?"

"Z-zayne! Don't be so blunt—"

Your protest quickly dissolves into a strangled moan as the pad of his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles right onto it, watching your face contort with a fascinated glint in his green eyes.

"But it's the textbook truth, darling."

He's clearly teasing, his stiff cock twitching beneath his boxers at every tiny sound you let out, his tongue lashing out to lap at your pulse, littering your skin in wet kisses until his mouth locks right onto one of your nipples.

"Though I must admit," your eyes snap down to watch him trail lower until he places a kiss right under your belly button, "seeing you squirm like this—" he stops himself with a groan, face to face with your weeping pussy now, watching your soaked folds puff and huff, clenching around nothing, "—is far more entertaining than any dull observation I could've anticipated."

Quick, you tear your gaze away once he locks eyes with you, huffing out a frustrated breath because you can already hear another tease spilling from his lips.

"Ah, the gaze aversion."

Great.

"Classic signal of cognitive overload. Too many sensations at once, hm?"

Hands fidgeting all around as you try to find composure under his harsh gaze, and he notices, of course. He always does.

Right then, his tongue lashes out to wipe one loooong lick through your glisterning folds, emerald eyes snapping up at your obscene whine.

"You're so mean, Zayne!"

"You know, darling," he murmurs, shocking your core with another kittenlick to your clit, "if I really was mean, I could make this much, much worse for you."

And that cocky smirk makes you huff out a frustrated groan, your hand now slowly and carefully tangling in his raven hair.

His grin only widens against your soaked cunt, and then he's feasting on you with shameless, hungry slurp, slurp, sluuurps, tongue working overtime, "But you're feeling good, no?"

A disapproving hum vibrates against your quivering pussy when you don't give him the answer he's looking for, closing his mouth over your clit in response.

He's sucking on the bud hard, a sharp smack! of his hand against your inner thigh following, qucikly scolding your squirming form.

"Y-yes! Feels g-good!"

You finally gasp out, and then he releases your clit with a wet pop!, his emerald eyes flicking up to observe the twisted expressions washing over that cute face of yours.

"Good. That's what I wanted to hear," he hums in aproval, and your brows knit in confusion because you can't even guess what your smartass of a boyfriend muttered against your pussy just now,

"Now," he begins, his finger teasing the rim of your gasping hole,

"Let's see how long you can keep saying it."

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