#that little moment of vulnerability that HURTS

[oceaneyesinla]

17. "I hope you know that I'll never leave your side, even though you ate half of my pancakes earlier." "Hmm, I won't either, even though you take my clothes and never return them." with Bakugou please 💖

Em, thank you so much for sending in a request my sweet!!!!! i hope you enjoy <3

Part of my Fluff, Fluff and More Fluff Event - submissions still open!

Prompt 17: "I hope you know that I'll never leave your side, even though you ate half of my pancakes earlier." "Hmm, I won't either, even though you take my clothes and never return them."

Bakugo x gn!Reader, nickname 'sweetness' used, reader and Bakugo in their twenties

Divider by @/adornedwithlight

Promise for a Promise

Ow.

That’s your first conscious thought; the pain radiating through your abdomen. It’s more of a dull ache than anything, probably due to the painkillers you’re almost certain you’ve been given. You can feel their effect; you feel a little spaced out, and more than a little sleepy. There’s a warm hand in yours, though, so you force your eyes open. The palm resting on top of your hand is ever so slightly rough, and when you turn yours over and let your thumb drift gently over the knuckles, you feel that familiar scar.

Your lips are creeping up even before your eyes are open, and your smile only gets wider when you manage to focus on blonde hair and crimson eyes. Drugged as you are, it takes you a moment to process what you’re seeing, but when your brain catches up, your smile slips to a worried frown.

“Katsuki, you’re hurt! Are you okay?” There’s a bandage on his left cheek, and from the way he’s holding himself, you can tell he’s in pain; probably from some injury underneath the hoodie he’s wearing - one of your merch hoodies. The one you bought him as a joke but which quickly became his favourite thing to wear. 

The relief that was clear on his face when you opened your eyes morphs to incredulous rage, “You’re the one in a hospital bed and you’re asking me if I’m okay?! Dumbass!”

Back in high school, you would have believed his little outburst came from genuine anger, and you would have taken his reaction at face value. Now, you know better. You know every line on his face and every detail of his expression, and you would know his voice in a room of thousands. You can read him like a book, just like he can you.

Sliding your hand out of his, you reach up to cradle the cheek not covered in gauze. Your poor Katsuki - he must have been terrified. You can only remember flashes of the events that led to you being in this bed, but you’re certain Katsuki saw everything. The way he lets his face rest against your hand, and the fact he’s wearing that particular hoodie despite it being summer and plenty warm enough speaks volumes.

He visibly relaxes under your touch, shoulders slumping and a sigh escaping him. He meets your eyes, and you’re surprised to see the beginnings of tears welling on his lash line.

“You scared me, sweetness.” His hand comes up to cover your own, “Took Icy Hot twenty minutes to get to you.” A pause, a swallow, a single tear slipping down his cheek and landing on your finger, “Really thought I lost you there.”

Part of you wants to apologise; for getting hurt, for worrying him, but you know there’s no need. You both know the risks of being pro heroes, and you both accepted it a long time ago. This is the life you’ve chosen - all you can do is fight to come home to each other.

Instead, you decided to meet his vulnerability with reassurance. Wiping the tear track away with your thumb, you speak softly, “I hope you know I’ll never leave your side,” You can’t help the mischievous smile turning up your lips, “Even though you ate half of my pancakes earlier.”

The mix of comfort and humour works - a burst of laughter leaves him, and his eyes look a little brighter as he rolls them at your dramatics. You’re exaggerating a little - it was more like two, and it wasn’t so much stealing as it was you being too full to finish them off and sliding them onto his plate with your most charming smile. Potato, potahto - what matters is that Katsuki looks a little less haunted than he did a couple of minutes ago.

He sobers after a minute, though he’s still watching you with a soft smile. He wraps his hand around yours, lifting it to his lips so he can press a kiss to your knuckles, “I won’t either,” A promise for a promise, and your chest aches with the love you feel for him, “Even though you take my clothes and never return them.”It’s your turn to laugh now, and you don’t mind even when it aggravates whatever wounds you have. You launch your self-defense - you share a wardrobe, so technically you are returning them - and you fall back into your familiar rhythm. You’re both going to be okay, and you’ll both keep fighting to stay at each other’s side.

[iguessitsjustme]

I don't think Diew is getting enough credit for how good of a communicator he has been this entire show. I know God is upset right now because he thinks Diew is just going along with him and isn't saying when he doesn't want to do something, but we have been shown time and time again that Diew does not do things that he does not want to do.

From the very beginning, Diew has had no problem establishing firm boundaries. It's the main reason that we all call God a giant green flag. Because some of Diew's boundaries could have been ignored and called ridiculous, but they never were. God went out of his way to make sure he did not see Diew face to face because he knew Diew was not ready for that. And he knew Diew was not ready for that because Diew had clearly communicated and established his comfort level.

We even see it outside of their relationship when Diew tells Jane no. Even after being pressured by her. Even after she bullies him. He tells her no. He also tells her that he does not view friendship the same way she does and he's perfectly happy with the few close friends he has.

Diew and God had a wonderful conversation last episode when God was making Diew uncomfortable with how he was treating him while on their vacation. Diew waited until an appropriate moment when they were alone to bring it up and God sat and listened. Even if he felt a little defensive because no one wants to be the reason their loved one is uncomfortable, he listened, he apologized and he fixed it.

Which is why it was so painful to see Diew incapable of communicating to God when it came to Dr. Pee. We all watched those flashbacks and know how poorly Diew was treated by that man. But I think the most telling thing for how badly it affected Diew and how much he still struggles with it is that he did not tell God. Not because he didn't want to, but because that hurt is still so deep that he could not.

God has every right to be upset. Not only does he have Pee telling him falsehoods about Diew and how Diew just goes along with whatever which tugs and one of God's insecurities, but God also does know that Diew lied about how Pee was to him. That one little lie that Pee was just a senior opened the door for God to believe what Pee told him. Despite all of the communication that those two have had, one little worm of doubt found it's way into God's brain and now he doesn't know if he can trust Diew's feelings for him. God still fully trusts Diew, but he doesn't know if Diew truly loves him or loves Pee. We all know, but God does not. And when God gave Diew the opportunity to say anything and Diew did not, the worm buried itself deeper. Then buried itself deeper still when God called out Diew on his lie and made assumptions about the bracelet and instead of telling him anything, Diew left.

What I love about this conflict is there is no right or wrong person. They are both flawed human beings that are hurting because they love each other but they don't know how to approach this issue yet. Because Diew is traumatized by Pee and is shutting down whenever he has to be vulnerable because of Pee but God has no way to know that. So it just seems like Diew is shutting him down and shutting him out. Were there ways that both of them could have avoided this conflict? Absolutely. Diew could have said "This is a hard topic for me to talk about. I want to tell you but I need time to be ready." God could have not made assumptions about the bracelet being given to Diew by an ex. But that's not who they are. They are both flawed and beautiful and in love and sometimes being in love makes things certain things harder and makes people behave irrationally.

But I fully believe that these two can get through this. Please don't break up. And once they make it through this conflict, they will have a better understanding of each other and will know exactly how to handle similar conflicts going forward. Because that's the thing about this conflict. They need to work through it as a team. As partners. And if any couple can do that, God and Diew can.

[zonaenthusiast]

Because of my last video, I've been thinking a lot about this moment, about Zoro's little step back when Nami sees them for the first time since the betrayal, and I wonder if it was something written in the script or if Mackenyu (or another person like the director or the writers during filming) came up with it on the spot. Because I really love it.

I mean, the others were there when Nami's betrayal takes place but Zoro doesn't see it, Luffy has to tell him what happened. So this is the first time they see each other since he directly hurt her with her own words. Since he used her own vulnerability against her just to get her to leave him alone.

So the fact that he is almost intimidated by her when they see each other again after the absolute disaster that was their last conversation (and without him knowing what she has been doing for him during his convalescence), is a great detail to me.

[curtisberzattos]

paul put his class ring back on to hit darrel???!!! what do u think pauls internal monologue was deciding to do that? and then soda seeing it before darry does??

aye aye aye these boys are MESSYYYYYYY. idk part of me thinks paul is Just doing it to be cruel!! surface level, definitely just cruelty. i think it Stems from some deeper resentment that he's not even consciously aware of. because the timeline of events is like this:

1. paul and darry are best friends (or more)

2. they break up

3. paul and bob become best friends

4. bob dies -> pauls Current bff is killed bc of his Old bffs little brother

paul has, in his mind, lost Both of his best friends Because of darry. so for paul the rumble is a huge chance to say like "fuck you you keep messing up my life I'm Going To Kill You and make it hurt as much as possible".

it's probably also partially pride. it's a moment to show darry that Hey you could've been on our side but You gave that chance up so now You're going to get taught a lesson just like johnny and two-bit and all the other greasers because you're no better than them. and along with that it's paul's way of saying that he gets to decide that they hate each other now. if you (like me) believe that darry was the one to end their friendship, then this is paul getting the last laugh.

and then soda. omfg head in hands. bc he knows darrys Tough but that hard of a hit is gonna catch him off guard, which means he'll be vulnerable, which means he'll be a target. and they're already coming after ponyboy they can't be targeting Both of his brothers!!! what's a poor girl like him to do!

idk paul and darry need to just kiss and get over it!!!

[kkanabel]

façade ❃ twoshot ❃ chapter two

prohero! bakugou katsuki x prohero! reader

you and bakugou have been broken up after he "cheated" on you with a coworker at Endeavor’s Agency in your third year. seven years later, you both have to go under disguise as a newlywed couple to gather intel against a crime syndicate in a small town.

directory/m.list

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Words: ~1.4k T/W: nsfw, minors dni, yucky under the cut, gushing/squirting, cunnilingus, porn with SO MUCH plot, bakugou being bakugou, cursing, overstimulation

Your eyes searched his, questioning, hopeful. And in that moment, you saw the same love, the same fiery passion that had brought you together so long ago. Without a word, you reached up to take off his hoodie, feeling the tension in the room thicken like a blanket of desire. His hands mirrored yours, eagerly peeling away the layers that separated you.

The fabric of your clothes fell away like petals from a rose, revealing the softness of your skin and the contours of your body that he had missed so much. His eyes roved over you, drinking in every inch, and he couldn’t believe you were here, with him, after all this time. His touch was tender, almost reverent, as if he were afraid to break the spell that had brought you back.

You stepped closer, feeling the warmth of his body, the heat of his skin against yours. His hands found the curve of your waist, and he pulled you closer, his mouth moving to kiss along the line of your collarbone. A soft moan escaped you as his lips grazed over your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

The room was a symphony of sighs and whispers as you both worked to free yourselves from the last barriers of clothing. His fingers traced the lines of your hips, your stomach, and up to your breasts, teasing and playing as your breath grew shallower. The anticipation was agonizing, the need for him to fill the emptiness you had felt for so long growing more intense with each passing second.

And when you were finally bare before each other, the air was charged with a hunger that was palpable. You looked into his eyes, and in them, you saw the same need, the same desire that reflected in your own. He was the same as before but bigger—new muscle and new scars sprinkled all over his skin—showing just how long you two have been apart.

 Without hesitation, you reached for him, guiding him to your bed, the mattress welcoming your tangled limbs as you lay down together.

The world outside faded away as he positioned himself over you, his gaze locking onto yours. The past was forgotten, the misunderstandings erased. 

With a low growl, he kissed you again, his tongue dancing with yours as his hand moved between your legs, his fingers finding you wet and ready. He groaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through your core as he began to explore your body with the same intensity that had once defined your love.

You arched your back, pushing yourself closer to him, urging him to keep going, to never stop. His touch was a brand, a declaration of his ownership over your heart and body. And as he pushed into you, you knew that no one else could ever make you feel like this—like you were flying, soaring through the sky on wings of pure ecstasy.

He leaned down, whispering into your ear, "Were any of them as good as me?" His voice was a mix of vulnerability and hope and snark, his eyes searching yours for the truth. “Those little shits who dated you during the time you weren’t seeing me?”

A wisp of a smile danced on your lips as you reached up to caress his head buried between your legs. "They didn't have your fire," you murmured, feeling a thrill at the way his pupils dilated, the way his breath hitched at your words. "They didn't know me like you do."

He knew exactly where to touch you to make fireworks go off behind your eyelids. Each little touch or graze of his drove you crazy—just as it did many years ago

The past was forgotten, the hurt buried under layers of passion and need. The only thing that mattered was the here and now, the two of you, reunited at last. And as he moved, his eyes never leaving yours, you felt a sense of completeness that you had never thought possible. Your nails dug into the sheets as he licked at your clit, his tongue flicking and swirling with a precision that left you gasping for more. "I missed this," he murmured against your skin, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. "I missed you."

You could only whimper in response, the sensation of his mouth on you too much to process in words. Your hips bucked, your legs wrapping around his shoulders, urging him closer, deeper. He took the invitation, his tongue delving further, tasting the sweetness that was uniquely yours.

"Bakugou," you moaned, your voice shaky with desire. "I missed you too."

And as he brought you closer to the edge, his mouth never leaving you, you felt the last of the barriers between you crumble away. 

With each stroke of his tongue, the world outside grew fainter, until all you could hear was the sound of your own breathing, the rhythmic beat of his mouth on you. You could feel the climax building, a storm gathering force deep within you, threatening to break free.

And when it did, it was like a supernova—white-hot and all-consuming, a release of years of pent-up passion and longing. You cried out his name, your body trembling beneath him as the waves of pleasure crashed over you.

He watched you, his eyes dark with lust and love, his hand moving to stroke your clit in time with his tongue. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a gravelly promise that sent shivers down your spine. "Always have been, always will be. Fuck, those sweet little sounds of yours. They haunted me in my sleep."

And as you lay there, boneless and sated, you knew that you had never truly belonged to anyone else. The flame between you had never died; it had just been waiting for the right moment to roar back to life.

And as the aftershocks of your orgasm subsided, you pulled him up to kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on his lips. "I'm yours," you whispered against his mouth, feeling the truth of the words resonate in every fiber of your being.

He kissed you back, his hands roaming over your body, his cock hard against your thigh. "I want you," he rasped, his voice a raw need that sent a thrill through you. "All of you."

With a nod, you sat up and sat him up, sitting onto his lap to face him. You reached down to guide his inside, feeling the stretch and the fullness that only he could give as each inch filled you up perfectly. And as he began to move, slow and deep, you knew that this was where you were meant to be—where you had always been meant to be—right in his lap.

“And you?” You keened, focusing on bouncing up and down on him. “What about all those girls you hooked up with? How were they?” You looked straight into his eyes as you rode him, as if challenging him.

He scoffed, reaching back to grab a handful of your ass and using it to bounce you on his dick harder and faster. “Oh?” A smirk played on his lips. “Jealous, huh? What about that one pretty boy you were all over last year?” He punctuated his last word with a particularly hard thrust that made you squeal.

“Stop-” a moan stopped you. “Stop avoiding the question!” 

He flipped you over into a mating press, reaching deep into your core and hitting right at your sweet spot. “None of them were as sensitive as you.” He rubbed his thumb onto your clit– the pressure of that combined with his thrusts made you come undone all over his fingers and dick. 

“Or as mouthy as you.” A hard thrust into you while you were still cumming. 

“Or as perfect as you.” Another hard thrust.

“Or had such a pretty O-face like you.” Another.

By this point, there were tears welling up in your eyes from the sheer level of pleasure he was giving you. With each thrust, he was hitting you deep inside– brushing against your cervix and hitting your g-spot just right. Your soft walls clenched and clenched around him, struggling to take all of the stimulation. 

With one more movement of his hips, you screamed as you gushed all over his hard length, but your brain was too fucked out to process anything even though you hadn’t done that in seven years.

He flipped you over onto your stomach and pistoning his hips into yours as he came, handfuls of your ass in his hands.

He groaned as he just kept ruining you. “You’re the only one.”

a/n: WHAT DO YALL THINK.

thanks for reading! taglist is open! lmk if you want to be on the taglist for just bakugou/bnha chars or if you want news on allll my fics. i plan on writing haikyuu characters eventually, too!

btw. not beta read, pls lmk if there are any typos or inconsistencies <3 stay safe & hydrated as always!

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[grinchwrapsupreme]

not to be a Youngest Child but pre-kiss Kelvin Gemstone actually makes me feel physically ill with sympathy like

this guy was the favourite as a child but peaked when he was 12 and now he is desperate for his father's attention and approval, something he'll never get in a way that will satisfy him

he lives in a huge house all alone, a house that other people call lonely, and he is the only member of the family to live alone until his mom dies and keefe moves in

he spends 40% of his time around children, 40% with his family, and the remaining 20% begging keefe to hang out with him to avoid that giant empty house

even without the age gap, he's the outlier amongst his siblings being the only one like their mom instead of like their dad, not to mention the sexuality he's been repressing all his life

when he's kidnapped he cannot think of a single person who will miss him when he's gone and his siblings have to remind him about keefe, neither of them knowing that keefe is gone, kelvin not knowing that keefe will come back

his father hit him so much that the first thing he says after hitting back is "how does it feel to be on the receiving end?" only for his dad to break his thumbs and remove what little power he's managed to scrounge up for himself that wasn't inherited from that same father

like that guy is fighting tooth and nail for a life he can be proud of and for people to notice him as more than just one of the Gemstone Siblings and at every step he keeps getting knocked right back down again and all along the way keefe is the only person who notices him, recognizes him, and keefe is the only one kelvin cannot allow himself to get close to in the way he wants

[pink-november]

Hello darlingsweetheart pookie wookie smookie. Consider Voice of the Cold with long pointy canines like a vampire. Proudly displayed whenever he cracks a rare smile

Hello sweet dove. For your infinite wisdom, Voice of the Cold now gets canines in every iteration of him I imagine daily. The other voices will always stop what they're doing just to stare at Cold in all his devilishly handsome smile, entranced by the rare display of his why-the-fuck-does-he-get-vampire-fangs and alluring canines.

[yashley]

I know, I understand. Parent shit is the fucking worst. 

[hella1975]

choked up in my room rn bc i was sat in the car with my mum completely lost in thought and she out of nowhere went 'are you okay?' and i was like 'yeah? why?' bc i was totally fine i was literally just thinking and she let it go and then five entire minutes later she goes 'are you sure? have i done something?' and she sounded so genuinely anxious and i could tell she'd been thinking about it the entire 5 minutes while id been completely oblivious and i spent so many years as a child letting everything bottle up until it all burst out in a messy and ugly breakdown that took her down with me and despite that she never hated me she only ever blamed herself for not seeing the signs and she's never been able to see my signs because i keep everything to myself and it terrifies her that she might miss something and she handles things poorly when she's scared and she gets too angry but fundamentally she's trying her absolute hardest to be a good mother and it wasn't always enough and i know i have to hold her at least partially accountable but also she's my mum and im her daughter and she always just wants to know if im okay and most of the time im not and somehow that feels like ive betrayed her

[pixelkip]

Just saw one of the worst touhou takes imaginable ( not on here but in a yt community post of all things :/) hating on the beast plotline as a whole bc they don't like touhou commenting on real world issues.

Yea . Touhou, the series that has NEVER referenced or commented on real life issues. Just don't think too hard about the plot of some of the games or look at any of the print works or hifuu I guess.

Oh right.. most touhou fans already don't do any of that.

[soul-spoken]

I vent or breakdown so often, I know I get told it's fine and talk when I need to but geez it feels so excessive, like I'm overly sensitive or just really really easily triggered over things that shouldn't even relate to my trauma

We come to solutions or we distract from it, or we cuddle, but it's just always there.

I can almost always feel the dumb anxiety or depression feelings, I don't want to

I wish my brain understood that

[artsy-dreamer]

[dutybcrne]

Think abt Huffman & Kaeya having a Jean-Mikasa moment when they first met

[intcrastra]

Love the idea of the little wings at Robin’s waist and head fluttering whenever she’s flustered.

[classyrbf]

SERVANT DUTIES! — RYOMEN SUKUNA

SYNOPSIS...sukuna can no longer hold himself back whenever he sees you in his quarters, so he ends up fucking you, his servant

INFO...true form!sukuna x fem!reader, manhandling, anal, double penetration, hair pulling, choking, dacryphilia, overstim, name calling, readers calls sukuna ‘master’ and ‘my lord’, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

“M-master!” You squealed, your ankles by your ears as tears brim your eyes. You’re gasping for air, trying your hardest not to pass out from the overwhelming pleasure you felt coursing through your body. “Please!” Your hands are pushing on his chest, weak attempts at trying to get him to slow down. But did you really want him to? The feeling of both of his cocks sliding in and out of you, penetrating both of your holes. They suck him in, wrap around him and keep him there, cause deep down, you’re aching to cum again.

“Fuck!” He grunts, one hand wrapped around your tiny little throat, squeezing, but not enough to do any harm. “Been wanting to feel this pussy since the moment you became my good little servant. And I must say, you’ve lived up to my expectations,” he chuckles, baring his fangs. You whimper under him, the praise going straight to your pussy. It’d be anyone’s dream to get praise by the Lord Sukuna, and you here you were, getting fucked by him. “You like being good for me don’t you?” He slams his hips against yours, the fat head of his cock sending you into a spiral as it hits all the right angles.

“Ah—yes!” You nod, eyes rolling back. “Yes!” Your hand comes to wrap around his forearm, little breaths leaving your lips as you lay there and take it. “I love it, my lord!” You stare up at him with such desperation and eagerness. He reaches his hand down your neglected clit, the pad of his thumb rubbing it in circles, amplifying the pleasure. “Master!” You gasp. “Gonna cum! Fuck! Fuck!” You scream, voice echoing through the room. Your legs shake under him, pussy throbbing around his cock.

“What are whore you are,” he laughs, slowly pulling out of your swollen pussy. He removes his hand from your throat, spreading your legs wide so he can get a good look at the mess you’ve made. Another hand strokes his cock, slowly, only inches away from where you wanted him most. “I should’ve known you were. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me. That brain of yours is filthy, servant.” He has a smug smile on his face as he stares at your hole clenching around nothing.

“Sir, I…yes. I’ve had filthy thoughts about you,” you say shyly. “I did not mean to—ah!” He flips you over onto your stomach like you weigh nothing, hoisting your ass in the air before giving it a good slap. Your eyes clench shut at the stinging sensation, his nails trailing over your skin. “I’m sorry,” you meekly say.

“Tell me, have you thought about me spanking you before? Bending you over and fucking you senseless?” He closes in on you, his breath fanning your ear as he whispers so delicately with such dominance. He dips two fingers into your sopping cunt, taking pleasure in hearing the way you moan into the sheets. “Or having my fingers in your greedy cunt?” The lewd sound that followed his movement made your face heat up in embarrassment. Unexpectedly, he forced your gaze upon him, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You winced, staring at him through half lidded eyes. “Answer me.”

With a simple nod, you answered, “yes, my lord.” He let out a devious laugh at your words, he build towering over you as he looked down at you in your most vulnerable. You tried to hide from him, cowering on all fours while his fingers were still deep inside of you.

“Usually, I don’t tolerate such behavior, especially from a weak human like yourself,” he removed his fingers from you, looking at how they were coated in your slick, “but you seem so desperate and eager for me, I find it rather entertaining. Are you not afraid I might hurt you or is that what you want?” He positioned himself behind you, his hand running down your spine, goosebumps on your skin. “You’ve intrigued me, servant.”

Your eyes widened at the feeling of both of his cocks sliding into your tight holes, your hands gripping the sheets below you as you accommodated to the stretch. A measly whimper escaped your throat as you prepared for his harsh thrusts. You knew he wasn’t going to go easy on you. His large hands grip your hips, the other tugging at your hair, and lastly another one tugging at your arm all while he slammed into you. Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Nngh—fuck! Ah!” You pant, your body thrusting forward with such force only to be pulled back by Sukuna. “Oh my god!” Your eyes roll back and your jaw falls slack at the feeling of his cock dragging along your sensitive walls.

“The only god here is me,” he growls, pulling your back flush against his broad chest. His hand wrapped around your throat as he pistons his hips with such ease. Your hands grip onto his thighs, nails leaving crescent marks on his skin. “I should fill your holes, breed you and make you my concubine,” he devilishly whispered in your ear. “Did you just clench around me? Did the thought of me breeding you turn you on, filthy human? Say it.” His hand squeezed your throat tighter before he pushed you back down to the bed, shoving your head into the pillows.

“G-gonna cum! I’m so close!” You scream, tears streaming down your cheeks as he plowed into you with such force, fucking you into the mattress.

“Shit! Mmm, fuck yes!” He pulled you back on his cock, fucking you harder, deeper, and faster. He landed a slap on your ass, watching the way it bounced back, leaving him mesmerized. His thrusts grew sloppier, a clear indication he was going to cum soon. “Say it!” He demanded, voice sharp and rough.

“Fuck! Please, breed me! Please, my lord! I want it—ah! I’m cumming!” You cried out, body quivering while simultaneously, you felt hot spurts of cum fill you up in both of your holes.

“There you go, fucking take it!” Your weak body collapsed, as he slowly pulled out of you, watching in awe at how his cum leaked out. “Maybe humans are good for something after all,” he scoffs. He watches the way your body trembles on his bed, barely able to move on your own. “You’ve impressed me today.”

With slow movements, you pick your nightgown and robe up off the floor, dressing yourself. “I’m glad I could be of service to you, master.” Your voice is wavering as you gather yourself, bowing your head in respect.

Just as you were about to walk away, you hear his footsteps behind you. “And where do you think you’re going?” He asks, voice echoing in your ears. You turn to face him, scared to make eyes contact with him even thought his cum was dripping down your legs.

“Back to the servant quarters—”

“Did you take what I said as a joke? You’re my concubine now.” He steps closer, closing the distance between you two. “Clean up. I’ll have the others bring you something more suitable to wear to sleep.” He looks down at the cheap nightgown you wore, a few buttons missing from when he ripped it off of you.

“I didn’t mean to offend you. Thank you, my lord.” You went to step towards the bathroom, only for his large hand to pull you back.

“Undress, here. I’ll have them throw it out,” he demanded. You gulped, nodding at his orders. You carefully undid the buttons, sliding the night gown off, the fabric falling at your feet. “Now go. Perhaps I should join you after.”

[pondscummy]

I feel like kind of a bad person for this but a lot of the time I really feel like I would heavily prefer dating a cis man to dating a trans man