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itgirl-111 · 6 months

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OFFENSIVELY ATTRACTIVE VAUNT

Why do I have to be so offensively attractive? Everything about me from top to toe is perfection. You've never seen a face as pretty and flawless as mine. No cause why do I have to look this hot? I'm fr the hottest girl on the planet. Everything about me from top to toe is pure perfection, my individual features are perfect and flawless but when they come together they are so harmonious? Like everything just fits my face so fucking perfectly like it's meant to be there. Every inch of my face and body is gorgeous and flawless. I am a walking masterpiece, I'm a work of art. Everyone is obsessed with me the first time they see me, I am so drop dead gorgeous that people literally double take and gasp once they lay their eyes on me. I mean, I'm always the center of attention because why wouldn't I be? I high key give off real main character vibes, it's like I straight up walked out of an anime. It's near impossible for someone to look this humanely beautiful but I do because I'm just too damn stunning. I literally take everyone's breath away. I am so offensively attractive, people find it difficult to not look at me, I swear all eyes turn only to me because I'm literally the most beautiful ever. It's only once in a blue moon that you'd get a chance to see a person as attractive as I am, Im once in a lifetime afterall. I get complimented every single day, I hear everyone call me beautiful more than my own name. I am too painfully attractive, it's indescribable. I'm the typa girl who you see once and never forget. I literally got everyone feeling some type of way they never felt before. I am literally so utterly mesmerizing. I got everyone simping for me fr. I'd be literally breathing and everyone would be down bad for me, Literally down bad. I got universal sex appeal, meaning everyone regardless of sexuality is down bad for me . I am so sexy people genuinely cannot get over it and everyday I just get 100x trillion times hotter. I am just sooo damn fine like I've got too pretty of a face and even more powerful vibe. I believe in my supremacy fr. Sometimes it's just so hard to grasp the fact that a person as attractive as I, is living on the same planet as everyone else, everyone is damn lucky to be born in the same generation as I am. It's ridiculous how many simps I have, like damn I really got everyone down bad for me huh. I am the pinnacle of God tier beauty and charisma.

There's something about my vibe which is just so uniquely mine, like my vibe and energy is so one of a kind, everyone can feel my vibe even before I walk into the room. I give off an expensive, powerful, hot girl vibe who straight up walked out of an anime I swear lol. My energy is way too magnetic and irresistible, it speaks volumes. My presence is literally out of this world. The way I carry myself, the way I talk, the way I do things, the way I think, the way I look, my energy, my mannerisms, my habits, all of it is way too unique to be replicated. Everyone wanna study me like their favourite subject. It's impossible to mistake me for another one, I stand out and outshine literally everyone with my beauty, charisma, and interesting personality. The fact that it comes to me so naturally and effortlessly? Even better. I've got such amazing wit and humour, I'm so personable that people genuinely love to be around me even though I may seem intimidating at first. I always know how to spark interesting and amazing conversations, I know when to speak and be quiet, I got that perfect balance between loud and quiet confidence. My intelligence and the way I keep learning new things so easily? Even hotter!. I am an ICON. My energy is actually so magnetic, I have that little something, that is just so insanely attractive and captivating that it cannot be described in words, only felt. I truly believe in my own supremacy.

#vaunt #vaunting #vaunts & affirmations #manifestation #manifesting #loassumption #affirmations #affirm #affirmyourlife #affirmdaily #manifestingreality #manifestyourreality #master manifestor #self concept #self concept affirmations #law of assumption #neville goddard

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imsilay · 8 months

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VENOR pt.2

NSFW! mdni +18

word count: 1.8k

summary: His obsession for you was overwhelming. So yours too.

cr: dwisesz on twt

You were in the most comfortable position on your bed, pillows between your arms and legs as you lay on your side. The feeling of the warmth of your bed was so good to leave but you had to go to work. You turned around in the bed and you felt something else, something you weren't used to. It was big, hard, and covered the most of your twin-sized bed.

"Guten Morgen, Prinzessin." he chuckled lightly at the confusion on your sleepy face and ran his fingers through your hair. "König?" you mumbled, looking up to meet his icy-blue eyes. He hummed in response and continued to fondle with your hair. His gaze was on your hair, adoring how beautiful it was. His heart was hammering in his chest, as he tried to stop the trembling in his hands. Being this close to you was overwhelming him. "Did you break into my house? Again?" you said jokingly like you were tired of finding him in your house all the time. Only if you knew what else he was doing while you were at work... "You were the one who gave me your keys, Prinzessin." He chuckled again. He would be a giggling and blushing mess, if he didn't have the self-control. "Yeah, but does it give you the right to come unannounced and lay on my bed?" you said, proping yourself up on your elbows.

You little cheeky thing... The position that you're in made his gaze drop to your breasts. "Yes. It pretty much does.” he mumbled quietly while his head was moving to look at your face, but his eyes were glued to the thin fabric of your black nightgown. Your nipples were visible and his mind was going foggy from seeing them this close. What would you do if he weighed himself on you and pinned your hands above your head? Could you stop him when he lose himself between your breasts? Inhaling your scent deeply and sucking your nipples until you were wet and ready for him.

"I guess I need to get used to it by now." you giggled, sounding everything but disturbed by his actions. Your breasts undulating deliciously, making it even harder for him to look away. He was drooling over the sight. Of course you noticed where his gaze was, he was making it too obvious. You used it to tease him cruelly. He nodded his head with no idea what he was agreeing with. All he could think about was tearing your nightgown and devouring you. You noticed he was so zoned out and you shaked your head. He was so cute and you knew he was blushing behind that mask.

You got up and he caught a glimpse of your soft thighs. He just got up from your bed reluctantly and followed you like a lost puppy. He was almost entering the bathroom with you, but you gave him a look and he stood right before the door. It was funny to see a man like him, understanding and following your orders, without you needing to say anything.

He put his ear to the door, trying to listen to everything you did inside. The sound of the shower turning on made his heart skip a beat. You were there, naked and vulnerable. He could just bang in and do everything he wanted to you. He could bend you down and fuck your little cunt from behind as you tried to steady yourself from his rapid pace. He could fuck you like a animal and then bathe you like a baby. Just to fuck you later again.

But he didn't do anything. He took the opportunity to fix and hide more little cameras around your house, a new one for your bedroom and kitchen. Because you broke the previous one, without even knowing they were there. When he was done, you were out of the shower and, unfortunately for him, changed into new clothes. "I just realised that it's my day off!" you said, while entering the kitchen, knowing that you'd find him there. "I assume that you're hungry?" you smiled, as you already knew the answer. He was always hungry, not only for the food, but that mountain of a man, ate a lot. He would eat whatever you gave him, without complaining. He was leaned against the fridge and had his arms crossed over his chest, and looked bigger like that, you thought to yourself.

"That means I have you all for myself, huh?" He smirked at you under the mask, tilting his head to the side. His whole mood brightened up when he got the news. "Sorry, i already promised someone." you winked at him and started to prepare something for breakfast. It wasn’t true, you were just trying to get some reaction from him. His body tensed at the thought of you being out with someone other than him. He clenched his fists and his muscles looked bigger. He was right at your way, while you were trying to open the fridge. "Can you sit down?" you tilted your head to the side as you waited for him to move away. "Do you have a date?" He raised an eyebrow and didn't move from his place. Now feeling his cold and firm expression, you knew the reason why. "Maybe," you cooed, stepping closer to him, enjoying the effect you were having on him. "Why did you ask?" you smiled.

"Nothing." He mumbled quietly, while moving away. Having you close made his mind go blank and his focus waver. He knew he'd find out later on. "If you say so." you shrugged but knew that he was trying his best to cover up his jealousy. Then he sat down like a good boy, with his eyes firmly set on you, as you were moving inside the kitchen. You could feel that he was watching your every move, intensely. He had his urges under control, but the urge of taking ownership over you was too strong to suppress.

Watching you was triggering something in him. He just had to touch you when you were this close. His cock got hard as your body danced inside the kitchen. You were so focused on flipping the pancakes, and wanted to make it perfect, he got closer to you from behind. He grabbed your spatula, "Let me do it, Prinzessin." in a low voice that sent chills up your spine. His voice was like a purr and he towered over you, with his firm chest almost pressing against your back. You felt the heat radiating from his body and swallowed thickly. That tension between you and him was back and you wondered what would happen next. He could bend you over to counter and bully his cock inside your tight pussy but the pancakes would go waste, not that he was scared of your rejection. "Sure." You muttered, your voice just above a whisper. His big palm was covering your small hand and you used all your willpower to let go. He bit his lip, as he tried to not let out a moan when your body brushed against his while you walked out in between him and the counter. The tension between you was palpable as he glanced at ypu while flipping the pancakes with such seriousness. His cock was rock hard already and he wished you wouldn’t notice the big tent in front of his pants. When the pancakes were ready he rushed to bathroom saying he had to wash his hands real quick. But his intentions were different.

The first thing he did, was to place four cameras in there. He wanted to see you in every angle. After the job was done, it was time for him to get rid of the tent on his pants. His gaze wandered in the bathroom trying to find anything that could help him. Anything that reminded you. And that was when his eyes landed on the laundry basket. At first he shook his head and pulled his cock out, wanting to do it fast and go back to kitchen. But stroking the thick length with his palm wasn’t enough. He tried to toy with his precum leaking tip. It was so sensitive and draw low groans from him. But it wasn’t enough. He needed more because knowing you were at the same house turned him on wven more. It angered him that you got him that hard. He let out a sigh of frustration and quickly searched the thing he was looking for. He found it. And his cock throbbed with just the look of it. It was the panties you wore yesterday, when he watched you desperately finger yourself with your small hand. He groaned and brought it closer to his mask hesitantly. It was the first time he got that far. What if he became addicted to your scent, your taste? What if he couldn’t contain himself anymore and eat you out before breakfast? What if it would be his breaking point?

It was too late for thinking about it when your arousal filled his nostrils. His cock twitched in his hand. He leaned against the cold wall of your bathroom with your panties under his mask, sniffing it like a pervert, and stroking his cock furiously. “Scheiße- I want you so bad, Maus.” he whimpered. His breath swollen and fast. His eyes rolled back when he stuffed your panties into his mouth to muffle his groans and moans. Your taste spinned his head and made him cum uncontrollably fast. Now he was wanting to taste your fresh arousal. Nothing was enough until he had you. He was so desperate for it to regret his action. He placed the panties back because he knew if they disappeared while he was at your house you’d know. You’d know how pervert he is and hate him, right? No. You were at the door when he was jerking off to your panties, whimpering your name. It made you feel proud of yourself knowing that he couldn’t even waited to go back home to satisfy himself.

You noticed he could not look you into the eyes during breakfast and even while doing the dishes, he remained silent. Was that because he was ashamed of his actions? You tried to look into his eyes but he kept avoiding you constantly. Your heart ached when he did not even look at you as he left your house. What was he thinking? Normally he wouldn’t leave your house before midnight or you kicked him out. The curiosity got to you and you wondered what was going on in his mind.

He would have done it a long time ago had he the bravery. "What am I going to do with you, Maus?" He mumbled to himself and sighed. It was difficult for him not to attack your lips after tasting your arousal -even through your panties- He could not even look you in the eyes, because if he did, he wouldn't be able to control himself and do something he'd regret later.

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 10 months

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He broke through to the surface, taking large desperate gasps of air before getting sucked back beneath by the current. Danny fought against the water as hard as his little paws would allow.

Just when he felt all hope was lost and he was sinking, a large hand enveloped his entire body and hefted him back into the open air. Shivering and coughing out water he didn't catch whatever the man had said. He continued shivering violently as the guy wrung out Dannys fur.

The mans hands were warm despite the brown leather gloves covering them. They made Danny feel comforted and energized almost as if the man had...oh gods! He did! The man had ecto inside of him! Thank the ancients! Now he just had to stick with glove guy and he could recharge! It would be slow but still!

"Here we are little guy." The man said and Danny noticed all at once that the man had been walking the whole time Danny had been stuck in his head. He looked around and noticed the Animal Shelter sign in front of them.

No. No! Danny needed to stick to this guy if he ever hoped to become a human again. But despite how he dug his claws into the flesh of the mans exposed arm and yowled the man in the red mask managed to get him lose and left him in the care of an animal social worker.

Danny was checked out and placed in the tiny jail cell alongside other kittens and cats, many who were scared, miserable or just desperate for love and attention. This of course meant he needed to plot a jail break. Fortunately, he could still used most of his powers but without any ecto around he would have no way to recharge them outside of food or indulging in his obsession.

Needless to say Jason was a little startled when he woke up the next day to not one, but five little kittens meowing at him for food. He swears the one sitting smugly on his chest is the same one he dropped off at the animal shelter yesterday, but that couldn't be right...

One call confirmed it. All of thier animals had escaped last night and there was a suspiciously animal sized arch taken out of the wall with an unknown tool. Demon brat would be delighted at the news.

Unfortunately for Hood the smug little black cat he rescued yesterday had decided that his shoulder was the perfect perch and stayed there more often than not. Little guy got into food often but refused to eat kibble and any attempt to get the kitten away from the mashed potatoes resulted in violence or density shifting to get back to the food.

At this point danny almost didn't care if he returned to being human so long as he got to eat more of his humans cooking. He swears Jason is magical because everything he makes tastes amazing

#dpxdc #prompt #jason todd #danny fenton #danny phantom #catfic #fanfiction prompts #prompts #batman #red hood #danny was practicing shape shifting in his parents lab but accidentally actived a portal gun as a kitten #then bam hes in gotham and drowning #danny gets a silly name as a cat #phantom is no longer able to protect Amity which leads to the ghosts escaping a wreaking havoc on the world #which leads to the jl/jld getting involved and shutting down the portals and arresting or killing the Fentons and Vlad #danny loves Jason mashed potatoes okay he will commit atrocities for them #damian adores tiny kitten danny #danny has blue eyes and black fur prime adoption bait

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mohavesun · 3 months

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leon roommate au part 2 :) pt 1 is here

warnings: 18+, leon being pathetic, begging, worshipping (?), degrading kink, masturbation, dom/sub, reader is dominant. a bit of overstimulation.

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leon’s behavior only got worse as time went on.

it was a one-time occurrence, and he never intended it to repeat.

but it did.

one, then twice, then three times.

what made it worse was that he was still leon, still the boy you considered your best friend. he was sweet, considerate, always bringing you your favorite pastry from the lounge, always helping you with your studies. he couldn’t only imagine how you would feel if you knew how perverted he had become.

it all came to a standstill when you came back early from class.

leon had reached a new low—now, instead of using your clean, fresh underwear to huff while jerking himself off, he had graduated to using the pair of underwear you had worn the night before.

he just couldn’t help it. once you left the room, he saw the light pink fabric of the lacy panties with a bow on the front, just sitting in your hamper, begging for his attention. he fished it out, mouth watering when he saw the slightly darker fabric, right were your cunt would be pressed against the clothing. you must’ve been wet at some point during the day, because the fabric was still slightly moist.

oh, god. this was a dream come true for your sweet, innocent roommate. almost like an animal, he brought the panties to his face, sniffing the scent of your vagina, licking the wetness that tasted like honey on his tongue. he was so caught in the bliss of finally—finally tasting you, he completely ignored how hard his cock was. he let out a soft groan, still knelt by your wicker basket of dirty clothes, pressing the panties into his face as though it was the most delectable thing in the world. his lust was something else entirely now. obsession? maybe. all he knew for sure was that he was deeply in love with you. and that he was absolutely, horribly pathetic.

his tongue lapped at the remains of your sweet nectar, desperate to taste every last drop, hopelessly and shamelessly, to the point that he almost even felt guilty for being such a creep.

he was so lost in the heavenly sensation of your panties, that he didn’t even hear the door open. all he heard was the drop of a backpack, snapping him out of his haze, snapping his head to look at where the thud had originated from.

your face alone sent a sinking feeling into his stomach.

your eyes were wide with shock, brows raised and mouth fallen agape. those beautiful lips that he loved so, so much, hanging open in surprise (and maybe disgust? he was far too horny to be able to read anything right).

“leon?” was all you stammered out. you had noticed some of your underwear going missing, only to return to your drawer the next day. but leon? leon would never. leon was sweet, he was gentle, caring, and not at all disrespectful or dirty. or were you just not paying attention? had you been so absorbed into idolizing him that you forgot he was, at the end of the day, a man?

and yet, there he was. your roommate, your study-buddy, your crush, your best friend—with a pair of your panties in his mouth, lips open and tongue resting on his bottom teeth. there was no way.

“oh—fuck.” was all leon could say, swallowing hard, the adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he did. his mind was scrambling for some sort of sorry excuse, but nothing could come to mind. he was far too lost in his hormones to be able to form a proper thought. and to make it worse, to have him watch you in the act? it sent a throb to his cock.

that’s when your eyes fell from his face, to his erection, which was blatantly visible through his joggers.

“what… the fuck.” your mouth was dry, shock taking hold of every ounce of your being. he had never been creepy with you, never crude or lewd. hell, you’ve never even seen him checking out any woman.

“i’m so… so sorry!” leon finally came to his senses, dropping the underwear and nervously chewing his bottom lip. “i-it’s not… i, i mean, it’s not what you…”

“what are you doing?” you slam the door behind you, bounding over to him and swiping the panties from the floor. “were you… are you stealing my underwear?”

leon shook his head vehemently. “no! no, no, i swear!” it was true. he hadn’t stolen your underwear. merely sniffing them and jerking off… which is not any better, really.

you frowned, an obvious sign of disappointment. “is that why my underwear randomly goes missing for a day, only to show up the next? oh my god. i cant believe it. you’re a perv! you’re… you’re a total creep.”

he flinched at your words. despite the burning sensation of shame, your words sent a wave of arousal through him. he had never suspected he was into degradation, but…

you could tell he was even more turned on, his cheeks growing even darker, as if it were possible. “oh my god. you like that?” you scoff, crossing your arms with a smug expression, brows creased.

all he could say was, “i’m sorry.” in his defense, he really did seem sorry. he was almost on the brink of tears, looking like a lost puppy on the floor, still on his knees. “i-i’m sorry.”

“leon…” you say slowly, as if weighing the odds. okay, you did have a crush on him, and of course you had lusted after him ever since you met him. and it was a little charming, seeing him so desperate and pleasing at your feet. eventually, you found the words you wanted. “beg.”

his eyes widened. “beg?” he repeated, trying to understand what you mean.

oh. oh!

he clasped his hands together. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry, please, please forgive me. please. you don’t know how sorry i am.” his voice was wavering—he was being serious. despite his serious desire to please you, he was also painfully aware of how hard he was.

you smiled at him.

his heart fluttered. how absolutely precious it was to him, to see you smile, despite how much you ought to hate him.

“oh.” he whispered, looking up at you in adoration, waiting for your next command. eventually, a moment of silence, he hopefully asks, “so… you aren’t mad?”

maybe you should be mad. he’s invaded your privacy, he’s violated your very innocence. and yet… he looked so sweet when he looked up at you with wide, glassy eyes. and now was the time to live your dream, right?

“leon. if you really want me to forgive you…” your eyes scanned his body. he was knelt on his knees, hands held together. his shoulders were slumped, hopeless, degenerate. and between his legs, his throbbing erection painted a slightly dark stain on his gray sweatpants. you held out the pair of panties in front of him. “keep going.”

keep going? his heart skipped a beat. he didn’t even question you. he snagged the panties from your hands, pressing them into his face, his tongue dragging across the slightly sticky fabric, the tangy taste like heaven. and now that you were watching? he felt like he was going to blow up, his cock almost hurting from how hard he was. his left hand pressed the fabric to his face, his right hand fishing his thick hard-on from his pants. his movements were slow, embarrassed. there was no doubt about it— he was shy.

despite his shaking fingers, he slipped his cock free from its confines, and his eyes watched you as your tongue licked your top lip.

pre-cum seeped down the tip, sticky, his veins throbbing from neglecting his desires for so long. he let out a muffled cry as his hands slowly pumped his shaft. it was only them that you spoke again.

“you’re so pathetic. hold out your hand.” you commanded, arms crossed. leon followed your request, holding his hand out.

you spat onto his hand, gracing him with your saliva to jack himself off with. he let out a sigh. “oh, god… thank you. thank you,” leon stammered, immediately going back to pumping his thick, throbbing manhood. the feeling of spit—your spit—slicked up and down his dick was insane. “so—so pretty. oh, god, you’re so beautiful, i… fuck, fuck… i-i’m so… you’re so perfect…” he felt like he could bust right there, his balls twitching from the intensity.

“please… can i… can i cum?” he begs, eyes wide and looking pleadingly at you for permission.

“but you just started,” you raise a brow, grinning as you looked at him. “you can’t stop now. keep going.”

leon let out a high-pitched whine, jerking himself off faster, only to slow down once more, his breath heavy and uneven. he could feel your gaze on him, almost is if you enjoyed watching him torture himself.

but god, it felt good. better than when he touched himself all alone. he had no idea shame could feel so good.

“please. please, i… oh, god, i can’t do this much longer,” leon whimpered, sniffing and huffing your panties like he was running out of air. he let out a series of low cries, his hips beginning to buck sloppily into his fist, his pace growing uneven. he moaned, pleading, “please. please, i-i can’t… i…”

you felt a stirring sensation of guilt for making him torture himself. but you’d be lying if your panties weren’t soaked right now… which gave you an entirely new idea. you reached under your skirt slowly, thumbs hooking the sides of your panties, pulling them down slowly.

his eyes were wide. as if he knew what was going on, he dropped the panties he had previously been sniffing.

stepping out of the underwear, you took the fabric in your hands, placing it on your palm before shoving it into his face. he gasped, licking ferociously at your soaked panties, as if it was your pussy itself. he couldn’t take it anymore. the taste of your fresh slick was enough for him to cum, his seed shooting onto the floor, spilling on his knuckles. his moaning and crying was muffled by the panties you held on his mouth, but his eyes rolled back, and his hips were stuttering, thighs quivering.

“god, you’re desperate…” you mused, watching his orgasm tear through him.

leon babbled something that you couldn’t quite understand as you pulled the panties from his face, dropping them to the floor. he was quick to scoop up the underwear, holding it in his hands like a precious jewel. drool dribbled down his chin as he came down from his high, arguably the most intense orgasm of his life.

you just smiled at him, shaking your head. “you’re forgiven.”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy smut #re2 #re4 #sorry this took forever lol

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lady-ashfade · 10 months

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A Sign

Yan!Rhaenrya Targaryen x WhiteHind!Child!Reader. (Hinted Yan!Criston Cole)

The reader has antlers in this! Idk if females don’t have them, they do in this.

Warnings: Yandere tendencies, possession, obsession, over protective.

Her chest fell as she glanced over the woods from above, the camp ground filled with her people had put a weight on her chest. This time she was far away and no one could tell her she wasn’t worthy of the throne with just a look. Everyone looked at her now just as someone to be thrown aside for her new male brother, Aegon. Rhaenrya could leave without another word and maybe things could be better.

Cristin stood at her side with admiration in his eyes at her beauty even with blood coving her skin and clothes. She was perfect, she was smart and caring but ruthlessly and strong willed. She had raised him from the bottom and gave him a title and somewhere he could belong, he was grateful to no ends.

Sounds of soft footsteps and branches breaking broke the silence and caught the attention of the princess and the knight. Heads turning quickly a around to face what they had heard, criston ready to draw his sword to protect. But their eyes saw no threat at the sight in front of them but a wonder to see. Maybe they both had gone mad to cause them seeing what the did.

A small girl with long hair dropping off her shoulders and down to her back, a dirty dress that was once white turned brown with spots. The sun behind her made it clear as day to see the antlers on her head, beautiful patterns with waves and twisted. Her doe eyes that looked soft and curious as she stared at the pair, they had the same expression filled with wonder and confusion.

Rhaenrya new this was a sign. She could recall the men saying there was a stag in the woods and they called it a blessing from the gods. Slowly the princess hopped off her horse to walked towards the girl she had seen, criston waiting so someone could keep a eye on her. Inching closer it surprises them that she had not run away but slowly walked closer. “Can you speak?” The princess asked in a soft voice.

The small eyes blinked and her head nodded to the question. The princess stopped a few inches away and waited for the girl’s permission to come closer. Bending down she looked at the child and smiled sweetly, slowly extended her hand out and reached for the girl. “My name is Rhaenrya, what’s yours little one?”

The girl was you, a girl only knowing the woods and nature as your home. You never seen a human up close before, the animals had always welcomed you. The harmful creatures thought of you as a friend. “Y/n.” Your small voice answered her and stepped closer. Rhaenrya felt herself fall in a deep hole of love and obsession, the urge to protect you and place you above everything.

“Would you like to come with me, y/n? My kingdom does need something like you.” You blinked up at her and felt the wind blow and the ringing in your ears stop. Just this morning you had been miles away but something was calling you. She was must be your purpose in this life.

Eyes wondered and watched as Rhaenrya walked through the camp drenched in blood and covered in dirt. The cold expression on her face sent shivers down the spines of everyone who looked. Her father, the king, had stoped what he was doing as well as the queen. The princess only looked at them and then stopped herself and looked back at the horse of her protector. Her gaze made everyone follow and the people gasped in shocked.

You stepping down from the horse with the help of Cristin and looking like a blessing from the gods themselves. Everyone stood up and watched you walked through them. You felt nervous at all the eyes on you and whispering, but Rhaenryas eyes were reassuring and calling you to her which kept you grounded as you walked. Taking her hand in yours she walked into the tent to get cleaned up and to spend time with you.

The first thing she did was get you food and clean you up first, she would be so gentle with you. “Do you know how special you are little one?” She asked as the rage whipped the dirt off your cheek. You only shook your head. “I will show you in time, you are mine by the gods laws. They sent you to me in the darkest hour.” She leaned down to kiss your head and then continued to wash you up.

“No one will ever keep us apart”

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Choso/Fem Reader Drabble

Warnings; cursing, mentions of male masturbation, vaginal sex (Choso loves your pussy), bit of dirty talk, cream pie

Authors Note; I..think I’m becoming a Choso girlie—I needed to write this. Sweet Jesus Mother Mary & Joseph.

Choso is so babygirl coded 🤤

God—fuck, thinking about Choso who becomes unbearably obsessed with your pussy after he gets his dick wet with you for the first time. Choso’s never been so horny in his entire goddamn cursed existence.

Sure, he’s had sex before—it was meaningless. Yeah, he jerks off. Slim fingers wrapped tight around his cock, warm flesh pulsing in his palm as he strokes his shaft up & down—whimpering as he watches himself fuck his own hand.

But with you, it’s all new, different. Now he thinks about your pussy 24/7— just wanting to be inside you. Close to you. Choso loves you.

Choso’s adamant that nothing, fucking nothing, compares to the euphoria that washes over him as your slick pussy hugs his cock just right.

Case in point—warm shivers are currently slithering up his spine, into his brain as he fucks you. Making him want to drool like a damn dog.

He sits back on his calves, leisurely, spreading you open with a tight grip on your thighs. Finger tips digging purple bruises into your flesh.

Pretty whimpers fall from his lips as he’s mesmerized. Sharp eyes admiring the way the folds of your pussy stretch with his cock when he pulls his hips back. Shaft glistening because you’re so slick.

Choso doesn’t even realize his cock is thick. Doesn’t even realize that he’s making you cum until your voice is edging on a sob, or a squeal—or both.

“Choso!” You gasp. “Mm g’nna —ah fuck, mm g’nna cum!”Heading tilting back into the pillow, pussy fluttering, squeezing his pretty dick like a vice. His eyes fall closed briefly before snapping to your face to watch you cum.

Choso’s jaw drops, choking on the moans stuck in his throat. Hips stuttering, eyes wide & blinking wildly as he watches your sweet face flush pink, tiny (compared to him) body beneath him writhing—tits bouncing oh so deliciously.

He whines high pitched—loud, leaning down to lick the hollow of your neck, moaning at the taste of your skin—the way your heart beats viciously beneath his tongue.

Sweat rolls down his temple, his jaw—dripping onto your chest. He does not fucking stop moving his hips. He can’t.

Thick thighs hug his hips, arms wrapped around his neck, tugging his hair—he continues fucking your sweet pussy relentlessly, curling his hips.

“I—fuck, fuck—wanna cum inside you pretty girl, can I?? Please please baby—fuck, ngh!” Choso’s needy whimpers are being ripped from his chest, pressed into the hot skin of your neck.

“Fuck, yes Cho, cum inside me pretty boy.” He’s cumming before he even knows what’s happening.

Choso fucks into you shallowly, roughly, hearing his balls slap lewdly against your ass. He claws at the sheets by your head, canines chomping into the flesh of your shoulder as he lets free a long, low whine—pressing himself all the way into your pussy to the root.

He cums hard. The kind of orgasm that builds up into a water balloon of pressure behind his navel, popping violently—sending warm, gooey pleasure gushing through his limbs.

His dick pulses and he pants hotly against your chest. He eats up the satisfied groan you let out.

You wiggle underneath him, feeling sticky, sweaty, pussy throbbing. Except…Choso’s still rock hard inside you.

“Cho?” You gasp playfully—a bit incredulous that he’s able to stay consistently hard. This is the third round already. Choso raises his head from your chest.

“Can we go again sweet girl?? Pretty pretty please? Pussy feels too good, don’t wanna stop yet.” He pouts, pushing out his lower lip. He leans in, licking along the seam of your mouth teasingly.

And really— you don’t wanna stop either. The way he moves his hips is unholy, cock so thick, so fucking good. You say yes.

Choso’s blood blisters through his veins, sexual appetite not even close to satiated. This time however, Choso wants you face down ass up—he can watch his cock disappear into your pretty pussy even better this way.

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ystrike1 · 1 day

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One Husband Is Enough - By Go Seon-young (8/10)

What would it be like to have a charm level of 999? Everybody loves you. You just have to look your victim in the eye to have their love. Lust is seconds away from you at every moment. You have multiple stalkers. Wait. Being popular is starting to sound awful...

An everyday office worker accidentally curses her new body. She decided to max out her Charm stat, which completely destroyed the game story the second she reincarnated.

The maids, butlers, and men at the ball were all supposed to ignore Crochetta. She's just an illegitimate daughter. Her father, The Count, was just keeping her pretty face around to marry off. She's supposed to be the butt of every joke, but after she wakes up with Charm....men stalk her around the ballroom in packs. They fight over the right to sniff her dropped handkerchief.

It's horrible. Everyone who spends a minute alone with her turns into a pervert. An animal with only one thought in mind. Crochetta isn't exactly "Charming". That game stat measures how attractive the protagonist is to other characters. At level 999....well she's in danger all the time.

It works like this.

Minor characters like maids and butlers can't even resist for a second.

Other noble ladies will chat with her for a minute, before they randomly try to kiss her.

The men behave like monsters and they blame her for seducing them.

The plot twist is the three male leads ARE affected by her Charm, but to a lesser degree. They do "fall for her", but they notice how unnatural her Charm is. Which makes for an interesting story.

Crochetta's old fiance went mad the same day she acquired "Charm". He became overwhelmed with joy and jealousy. He was in heaven. He had the right to marry the most attractive woman in the land. When the maids dared to fawn over his bride...he went on a rampage. The walls of the Counts mansion turned red.

The family tried to cover up the incident.

The Count did it because he's obsessed with his daughter now. Now, Crochetta must find a husband that can protect her. Her father is no longer interested in marrying her off.

He wants to lock her away in the tower, and keep her Charm a secret.

His secret.

*vomits*

Crown Prince Ethian believes she is the ultimate weapon. A woman that can be used to make the political world his slave. If every man loves his Queen fanatically revolution and true power will be in his grasp!!!

That's his story, but he seems pretty obsessed.

The issue is Charm doesn't guarantee loyalty or sweet love. The Prince is incredibly lustful, and it's obvious he would have multiple lovers with Crochetta as his main squeeze and prize.

The Duke reacts more violently. Arnold believes Crochetta has poisoned him. His one obsession is money. He actually hates women. His immediate lust for Crochetta is literally foreign to him. He runs from her like a scared animal, but not before he pushes her around. She kind of deserves it. Crochetta is looking for a marriage of convenience. A man who can protect her.

Her intentions are not pure.

The Knight, Rosen, is a very chaste man.

He saves Crochetta from a gang of admirers, and he seems completely unaffected.

She kisses him on the cheek to test him, and even then he seems fine.

Then, her carriage rolls away and he drops to his knees.

The Prince proposes.

He says he will kill her if she refuses.

If another man marries her he will gain a massive amount of influence. A bride powerful allies will serve and die for.

Also, it looks like he is affected by her Charm. He's just not stupid about it.

He offers her what she needs, but he's too cunning to let her control him.

If she wants his protection she'll have to let him have....everything.

She visits the Duke out of desperation, because the Prince is terrifying.

He runs like a coward. Deep in his heart he knows the lust in him is wrong.

Crochetta also knows that chasing him is wrong, but the Prince is too damn scary.

Their relationship develops a little bit, but the Duke continues to resist her Charm.

Rosen hasn't appeared again yet.

I have no idea who the winner will be. Crochetta will have a heavy fate. There's no escape from the obsession around her.

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mr2swap · 27 days

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The great shift: Swap Sindrome 1

In a dimly lit room, I was masturbating with my fingertips in front of a pale white monitor. As I watched the images of boys around the age of high school students lined up on the screen, I fantasized about taking off their clothes and touching their naked bodies.

-ahh, ahh… ahh-

I closed my eyes as I fantasized about the scenes that were still etched in my memory, the memories of my body and my Gymbros in the locker room flooded my mind, At this moment there was nothing erotic about looking at my best friends or touching their oily and muscles to feel The Progress we had made in the gym, but now it was different, I was different.

I continued looking at the photographs that were shown on the Instagram profiles of my former friends, while the desperation and excitement with which I moved My small cock increased more and more.

I kept changing the photos until a photograph of my old body was displayed on the entire screen. I enlarged the photograph just so I could rotate the most erotic parts of my old body. I focused my gaze on the armpits that still had a couple of drops of stinky and sticky sweat running down towards my abdomen.

-FUUUCK! What I wouldn't give to smell those musky holes again-

The shameful and perverted words that came out of my mouth really embarrassed me, but right now I had no control over myself the only thing I wanted was to fantasize about my old hairy armpits, lick his hard biceps and play with his grazed nipples, The memory of the last time I could smell a sweaty t-shirt from my original body made me ejaculate violently, the semen spread across the keyboard of the old computer that was in front of me.

At that moment my head cleared, from one moment to the next the animal instincts that dominated me a few seconds ago immediately disappeared... and then only remorse.

I took a piece of paper that was within my reach and began to clean up the mess that I had caused myself. When I finished cleaning my little cock, I threw the ball of paper into the trash can that was saturated with balls identical to that one in a yellowish color. And they left a disgusting smell in my room.

I stood up, pulled up my pants and slowly walked towards the kitchen, avoiding looking at my fat old face on the relevant surfaces that were in my messy apartment. After doing this, I feel disgusting, but no matter how hard I try to stop thinking about my old life and in my old body.

-The swap syndrome…-

I said quietly trying to justify my depraved obsession with my old life, I had all the symptoms I had read on the internet:

“ Swap syndrome is a disorder characterized by a persistent and overwhelming obsession with a person's past life after experiencing a body swap with another. This syndrome manifests itself when two individuals involuntarily exchange their bodies thanks to the event known as “The great shift.”

People affected by SS experience intense longing and nostalgia for their previous life. They feel a deep disconnection from their new body and struggle to adapt to their new physical identity. Meanwhile, they constantly long to return to their old lives, including their relationships, daily routines, and everyday activities.

Symptoms of SS may include episodes of obsessional love, masturbation, anxiety, depression, and dissociation, as well as a decrease in social and occupational functioning. Affected people may manifest compulsive behaviors related to the search for ways to reverse the body exchange and recover their previous life.“

I've been trapped in the body of this overweight middle-aged man named Hiroshi for two years, and one day I just woke up in a room full of trash and on the other side of the world. It had been a few hours since all this had started So it was easy I searched what was happening on the internet I tried to contact my parents, but none of them responded to me even now I haven't seen my parents after so long, maybe they have They've gotten better bodies and now they're having fun. Or maybe they're in one of the many prisons trapped in the body of some convict, I don't know...

At least they can put me in contact with the Old Hiroshi who was now on the beach in Miami enjoying that new teenage body. At first, we wrote to each other every day, trying to go unnoticed among all the chaos of the world. I had to eat. So I decided. Not to tell anyone that he was actually a 16-year-old American teenager instead of a Japanese man my father's age.

The real Hiroshi helped me adjust to my new life, while I naively believed that this was something that would be resolved in a couple of days. But over time I got used to my new job in a restaurant as a dishwasher, I didn't understand the language very well. , but he didn't need it, the real Hiroshi was a quiet and submissive guy, Very different from what the real Hiroshi is like in his new life, as a popular teenager. That he spends his afternoons tanning on the beach and flirting with beautiful girls.

I used to talk to the real Hiroshi every day, but over time he took longer to respond to the messages, then to look at them and just not respond and over time he started ignoring my calls, now the only thing I know is because of the photographs I uploads to Instagram and social networks of my former friends, I didn't dare tell them the truth, that their former friend was now trapped in the body of a 45 year old obese loser…

I've been saving everything I can to be able to travel back to America and reunite with my old life. Although the salary as a dishwasher is shit, it's better than nothing, but once I'm in front of my old body I don't know if I can control myself... look down and a tiny bulge formed again in my pants from just being in front of my old body.

-Shit….-

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allfearstofallto · 8 days

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Let's do something different and imagine things the other way!

Yandere! Reader x Scaramouche

TW: Yandere obsessive themes, very tragic back story, mention of character death

A/N: just a short idea from the drafts! :)

You're not obsessed, you tell yourself after your months of rigorous training, after joining the Fatui, even after working so hard, that you earned yourself a vision that lay on your hip. You're normal. You're not constantly thinking of the man, who's visage is like a blurry memory of your past, but if you saw him, you'd know for sure that it was him.

How many years ago was it? You weren't sure you could count such a thing, but you remember being too young to understand death. Too young to get why your parents, or even the rest of your humble village wasn't waking up. Why red was dripping from their lips and their fingers felt cold. You weren't old enough to understand that no one was left, no one but you.

It didn't take long for hunger to set in. Too small and weak to even start a fire, you ate what little scraps you could find. You couldn't leave. Not even when the village ran out of food you could eat, the rest rotting away. Or when the well ran dry. Or when the smell of decay set in and there was nothing left for you to mourn. You couldn't leave because you had no where to go. You wouldn't even know what direction to head in and the fear of setting off into the wilderness with no destination was scarier than just waiting out in your village.

He arrived on a particularly cloudy day, one where the wind smelled of rain. A part of you thought you made him up, but when your big eyes met his and he looked upon you, you knew he was real. He looked disgusted at your display at first, then a bit sorrowful. He stayed beside you as the rest of the armored people he came with went through the houses, breaking doors and windows like they were looking for something.

An apple was dropped into your lap. The first fresh fruit you'd seen in days and you scarfed it down like an animal, even licking the juice from your fingers.

"You were left behind too, huh?" He questioned, making you tilt your head in confusion. It was only now when the pains of hunger weren't ripping through your body did you truly get a good look at his face. His skin pale and indigo hair covered by a large hat. When a raindrop fell and hit your nose, he lifted that hat from his head and placed it on yours, shading you from the impending downpour, "I can't tell if you're weak or strong, having lived this long."

He took you with him, letting you sit next to him as the two of you rode on the back of his carriage. He didn't have much to say and you didn't have much to talk about, but you still found yourself staring at him. Drinking in every inch of his features, every part of his face and body. He was dressed lavishly, with clothes so vibrant, yet so different than what you knew. He was perfection in the human form, even young you could see that.

You were left at a random city, at an orphanage. So far away from home, but similar at the same time. His hat was lifted from your head and your hair was ruffled by his long fingers. And then he was gone. You stayed at the door and watched the way the tassles of his hat swayed in the wind. You remembered everything about him. Including his name. Lord Scaramouche, they called him.

With the way you talked about the man who saved you all those years as you aged, it was no surprise that you joined the Fatui. It was no surprise that you got a vision. It wasn't even a surprise when you cheerfully waved goodbye to your siblings at the orphanage, telling them that you were off to Inazuma, where you knew his clothes were from.

He didn't look any different. That's all you could think about when you were bowed before him, head lowered as a sign of commitment. He looked over you and the rest of the new recruits in disgust, a face that made most fearful, but only made you heart beat faster, a blush forming on your face. You'd found him. And he was as breath taking as he was before. Only this time, you didn't intend to ever let him leave your sight.

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