#this is a strategy i'm using to make each tag slightly longer. even if i don't know how to spell it. it'll make it just a little bit longer | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

gingersnaaps · 3 years

Text

red light, green light

If there’s one thing that being with Aran Ojiro has taught you, it’s the importance of trust.

wc: 2.2k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): explicit n*fw, noncon, very unhealthy portrayal of bdsm dynamics, bondage, breathplay bc deepthroat, bratty/switchy!reader at the start turns into sub!reader, blowjob, penetration, fem!reader with inner genitals

a/n: written for @fallensvint's collab!! not proofread,, ill get to it later

i don’t want minors interacting with my content

The first time he’d wrapped those ties around your wrist, smooth and silky and surprisingly secure, you’d stared at him with confusion.

“Aran,” you mumbled. “What’s our safeword?”

He smiled, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. “Don’t you trust me?”

You’d been a bit apprehensive in the beginning, but as it turned out, he was right.

Every time he fucked you after that, every time he bound your wrists and spanked you until your ass glowed red - he always knew when to stop. It was as if he had some kind of sixth sense, a magic ability to read every twitch of your hips and crease of your brows, all the subtle signs that laid bare your inner thoughts and feelings. He knew when to give you more, when to slow down, when to stop entirely.

All you had to do was to close your eyes and let him take over. It felt easy. It felt right.

You suppose it made sense, too. He was a little older, a little wiser, and much more experienced. He knew what he was doing, and he was the one who showed you the ropes - quite literally. Aran knew how to tie all sorts of different knots, square knots and half-hitches and lark’s heads, letting you watch with your eyes blown wide as he threaded the rope into intricate patterns.

Still, at the end of the day, your favorite toy would always be the silk ties he’d first used. They had this allure to them, this magnetic pull that radiated out from the box in which he kept them. And when he used them to bind your wrists nice and tight, deft hands working quickly as the silk slid across your skin, your mind would always blur into a thick haze of arousal and want that left your cunt dripping with heat.

Sex was always better when he tied you up.

He didn’t have to hold you down, because the ties did the work for him, the restraints leaving your mind fogged up with submission, every thought wiped clean except the urge to be a good girl for him. It made him lose his fucking mind to see your doe eyes peering up through the lashes, begging oh-so-sweetly for him to fuck you. And since you always asked so nicely, he’s more than happy to oblige you.

He pounds his cock into your tight, quivering little hole, hips snapping relentlessly, each drag of this dick against your slick, sensitive walls coaxing a squeal from your lips, your cunt fluttering pathetically as pleasure starts to twist in your gut. You’d never deny how good it felt to be fucked stupid while tied up.

But there was more to your little obsession with his silk ties than just that.

There was some small part of you, some unexplainable compulsion, hidden beneath your sweet cries and high-pitched whimpers, that wanted to find out what Aran would look like if he was on the receiving end of things.

You wanted to see what he’d do.

It happens on a Saturday morning.

He’s exhausted from a full week of work - the volleyball season is in full swing again, and it always takes him some time to readjust, even if he doesn’t normally sleep in. It’s rare that you wake up earlier than him.

And maybe the alcohol you’d been drinking last night hadn’t worn off entirely, or maybe you were just feeling a little bold that day, a little impulsive, because you take one look at his sleeping form before you reach under the bed for his little box of toys. Sure, you hadn’t exactly discussed this with him beforehand - but he’d done similar things to you before: tied you up without warning, tried different positions in the middle of sex, little things here and there that were never really expected. The surprise was just supposed to be part of the fun, right?

The soft light of early morning filters in through the windows and sets his skin aglow. He looks so at peace when he’s asleep, so calm, the lines in his forehead and the bags under his eyes melting as he dozes away.

There’s not so much as a twitch from him as you tie his wrists together.

You pull aside the comforter, crawling on top of him until your face is inches away from his clothed cock. He looks so good like this - so handsome - the outline of his dick pressing up near his thigh, his toned legs exposed to the cold morning air. You press soft kisses along his inner thigh, trailing your lips up and down the shaft of his cock, dragging the tip of your tongue against the fabric.

There’s a soft rustling noise, and you feel him shift beneath you. “Babe?” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

You giggle nervously. “Good morning, Aran.”

“What are you doing?”

You blink up at him through your lashes and pull down his boxers. His cock springs out - it’s half-hard already, the tip slightly swollen, and you trail a finger over the leaking slit.

“Nice way to wake up, I won’t lie,” he says, sighing happily. He shifts slightly, as if trying to get up - and freezes.

You feel his body tense up, thighs flexing as you flick your tongue along his length.

“What happened to my hands?”

Your heart rate spikes. His voice is a bit more measured now, a bit more controlled, an underlying warning threaded through every word.

“Did you tie me up?” he asks, soft and dangerous.

You’re too flustered to make eye contact with him any longer, ducking away under his gaze. You nod hesitantly. His cock strains, twitching slightly, and you wrap your velvet lips around the head, taking him into your warm, wet, mouth with a pop.

“You better get these restraints off right fucking now.”

His outburst startles you. You weren’t expecting such a strong reaction, but the anger that undercuts his words is clear as day. If you untie him now, you know you’ll be in for a hell of an extremely unpleasant ride, one that might end with your ass blooming with bruises and face stained with tears.

For the first time since you’d gotten with Aran, the emotion that seeps into your veins isn’t excitement.

It’s fear.

You stay mute, bringing your hands up to scratch lightly across his thigh, drawing a groan from his chest. Your cunt pulses involuntarily at the noise he makes.

Maybe if you make him cum hard enough, he’ll forgive you.

It’s this faint, stupid, hope that makes you stretch your throat around his cock, trying to fit as much of him in as possible, lips bulging as you drool and slobber around him. It’s messy, pathetic - but your goal isn’t to preserve your dignity. It’s to make him feel good enough to let this slide.

“Feels so fuckin’ good, sweetheart,” he breathes, hips bucking upwards, cock sliding in further past your swollen, shiny, lips.

Maybe your strategy would even work.

You bob up and down, working his cock until it grows rock-hard against your tongue, the head pulsing and throbbing in your mouth, your tongue tracing along the underside of each vein. Precum dribbles down your throat, salty and slick, and you swallow eagerly. Your mind grows hazy as you slide yourself further down onto his dick, the up-and-down, back-and-forth motion intoxicating as he fills up every sense you have with his taste, his scent, the sight of his abs flexing as he strains against your mouth. You feel a hand slide to rest on top of your head, and you melt.

The expression on your face when the realization finally hits is too fucking precious.

You pull off of his cock, a string of drool still hanging from the corner of your lips, eyes darting around frantically. The silk bindings that you’d wrapped around his wrists lie in tatters on the bed, all torn and ripped, and Aran stretches leisurely.

“Why’d you stop?” he asks, the barest hint of a grin in his voice. “I didn’t say that you could stop.”

He leans forward, grabbing onto the top of your head, and drags you back to him until your lips are grazing the tip of his cock again. Disappointment is etched onto his features, but it’s a strange, twisted sort of disappointment - his eyes glitter, his pupils dilating - almost as if he’s giddy that you’d messed up and made a fool of yourself.

“Please,” you whimper. “D-don’t-”

“You know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?” he asks gravely, shaking his head. “Bad girls get punished. Don’t complain if you get what you deserve.”

With that, he forces your mouth back onto his dick, but with the help of his insistent hands, you’re able to take him even deeper than you were before. Your throat burns red and raw as he shoves your little mouth as deep as possible on his cock, gorging you on his thick, swollen length, impaling you on his dick until your eyes begin to tear up.

“Need to breathe,” you mumble, but your words are barely coherent with your mouth stuffed so full. The only noise that comes through are your small, desperate moans, and the little gagging noises from the back of your throat.

“What’s that?” he asks, nonchalant. “Didn’t hear you properly, baby. Speak up.”

It’s at this point that panic begins to flood your veins. Your head hurts from how hard he’s gripping it, a dull, throbbing ache that leaves tears trickling down your face. You’re not sure he’s going to relent any time soon, either, because Aran seems dead set on making sure he sees your punishment through, even if it means leaving your jaw sore and tender for days. A haze begins to settle over your brain from the lack of oxygen, black spots creeping into the edges of your vision -

You lose it.

"Red," you scream against his cock. "Red." You faintly remember reading somewhere that this was the word that meant stop, the one that was used when things went to far.

"I'm not sure what that means, baby."

“Please, Aran,” you cry. “I’m serious. Stop. Stop. I’m not kidding.”

Your chest heaves uncontrollably with your sobs, tears and drool mixing as slick drips down his shaft and onto his fat balls. The words you want to get out aren’t really coming through, but you keep trying, slobbering all around his dick as your muffled moans vibrate against his crotch.

He sighs. “Alright, alright. You’re a bit softer than I thought.”

His words send a pang of hurt through your chest - you’d tried your hardest, and wasn’t that enough? - but it’s pure relief that floods into your veins when he finally drags you off of his cock. You gasp for air, wheezing and coughing as oxygen finally floods into your lungs.

You look pretty, he thinks. A bit like a drowned kitten, with your lashes wet, your hair messed up, and lips all bitten and swollen and leaking with drool.

It makes his cock twitch against his stomach.

He flips you over onto the bed, pinning your wrists down, and lines the tip of his cock up so it prods at your entrance. “Ready?” he asks.

And to be honest, you’re not, but at least he’s stopped choking you with his cock. Maybe you should be grateful for that.

When he pushes his cockhead past your tight, clenched pussy lips, it’s unbearably slow. It leaves your insides aching, raw and needy, even when the drag of his dick against your slick, ribbed, walls stops, even when he’s bottomed out and his balls are tapping gently against your cunt. He fucks you slow and deep, pushing up against your g-spot, breaking you apart on his cock until you’re sobbing again for an entirely different reason.

This is punishment, remember?

It feels like hours have gone by before that familiar wave of pleasure begins to build steadily in your core. Every thrust of his hips leaves you reeling, eyes rolling back into your head, fingers fisting at the bedsheets - but he’s still fucking you so slowly it hurts. Your cunt clenches uselessly, greedy and desperate, as if it’s trying to keep him buried inside you, and it draws a breathy chuckle from his lips.

“Close?” he asks, pulling his cock out almost all the way.

You nod eagerly and buck your hips up. You don’t really care if you look stupid or pathetic, because all you want right now is for him to speed up his maddeningly slow pace, to fuck you until you’re drooling into the mattress.

He pushes back in, snapping his hips harshly, and you squeal - you’re right on the precipice, your orgasm building and coiling tight in your gut, the walls of your cunt cinching around his cock like a vice -

He pulls out.

You’re silent for a few seconds, brain still too hazy to comprehend what he’s doing, but then you hear him speak, voice low and rough, and you shiver.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum.”

194 notes · View notes

wakaoujisenhime · 3 years

Note

Heyyyo lovely💓💓 I'm so proud of u girly💖 Could you possibly write a Fatgum X Femreader scenario? Preferably a steamy NSFW with a breeding kink and going down on his s/o kink? Thank you so much for considering this💘💘!!! Fyi I'm 21

A/N: Thank you so much for your kind words!❤ This was my first time writing something steamier for Fatgum which also included breeding a kink I’m still not quite familiar with, so I hope that I managed to capture his character as well as your wishes as well as I could! Hope you’ll like it and please enjoy! (ᵔ.ᵔ)

Tags: Taishiro/Fatgum x reader ✅ smut ✅ breeding kink ✅ belly bulge ✅ bloated belly ✅ overstimulation ✅

image/art source: Twitter (art by Muccho)

━━━━☆ ━━━━☆ ━━━━☆

Lesson learned - Fatgum x reader

“Taishiro, w-wait...”

“Sorry, pumpkin, but I can’t hold back anymore.”

And with that, your boyfriend pressed his mouth against your own, his tongue eagerly tracing the ever so small cracks on your soft lips. You were so overwhelmed that it took you some time to realize that this gesture was indirectly asking for his tongue to enter your delicate mouth. He grew impatient and began nibbling and softly biting on your lower lip, figuring that if you weren’t going to open that mouth of yours on your own, then he’d just take it upon himself to pry it open.

With that thought in mind, Taishiro moved one of his big hands down to your hips, caressing every delicious curve, no matter how flat or voluptuous it was, and let out a satisfied groan in the process.

His big hands had gradually reached your behind, and he made sure not to pass up on the opportunity to take a tight hold of your asscheeks and spread them apart as much as your jeans let him. But the hero knew that this motion alone was not enough to force a moan out of you, so he pulled you closer to his muscular chest and slowly crouched down, taking you down with him. His big hands now held up your back, your legs hooked around his waist, and your in comparison tinier hands on top of his broad shoulders. Meanwhile, Taishiro’s legs were positioned on each of your sides; his left fingertips gently caressed your jaw, still trying to get you to open your mouth for him. With his right hand, he continued holding onto your hips, gently massaging your hip bones and playing with the hem of your shirt. You knew what he was about to do, so you simply wrapped your arms around his neck. Taishiro always made sure to show you how precious he found every inch of your body, so every time you guys were making out with each other, he didn’t leave a spot of it untouched.

Scarred fingers dove underneath your shirt, the featherlight yet cold sensation made you twitch and arch your body toward his own. He used that opportunity to roll up your shirt, exposing your entire upper body to his lust-filled gaze, which clouded further the moment he saw your choice in lingerie for today.

“God babe, you just know how to push my buttons, don’t you?”

In one sweeping motion, he unhooked your bra and lifted it just enough that your breasts bounced out and the moment they did, his mouth and fingers were already on both of your nipples, twisting, pinching, licking, sucking, and gently biting them. The sudden mix of pain and pleasure coursed through your entire body, making your breath hitch and a low whimper escape your lips. A pair of yellow eyes look up at you and squint ever so slightly. Taishiro was visibly irritated that you finally opened your mouth, and he had to miss the opportunity of exploring it due to him being busy with your breasts. But instead of mulling over that small miss any further, he decided to make up for it by exploring a different sort of insides.

He let go of the nipple he pleasured with his hand and let his fingertips run down your entire torso until they reached your jeans’ buttons and slowly began undoing them. Your hands instinctively moved to hold onto his sleeve, but your boyfriend only smiled and continued with his plan.

“Come now, pumpkin, I need you to lift that cute ass of yours, or else I won’t be able to pleasure you like always.”

His eyes once again fixated on your flushed face, admiring just how lewd your expression looked like from that low amount of teasing.

You shouldn’t be as embarrassed as you were, considering that this was a procedure he always went through when preparing you for him and his impressive size. Still, he always managed to surprise you with something new, whether it was a pet name or simply the way he cooed instructions, orders, and pleas that close to your ear. Disobeying him was never on your mind. You always made sure to do whatever he asked of you because the reward you’d get for it was worth giving yourself over to him.

“That’s my good girl...now let me see how it looks down there.”

He gave your neck a few featherlight kisses before letting go of your abused breasts and shifting his attention to your nether regions, which were still covered by a thin layer of fabric. With a small smile, his big fingers traced your folds alongside the already damp spot on your panties. His touch was teasing and left you wanting more, and he knew that. Still, before he gave you what you desired so desperately, Taishiro kissed your thighs and took hold of your underwear’s waistband with his teeth, slowly pulling them down your lower body, exposing your already wet core. He took a deep breath, inhaling your lewd and intoxicating smell, licked his lips, visibly enjoying your anticipating expression.

“Come now, sweetheart, tell me what you want me to do….and you better hurry up cause I can’t hold back any longer.”

“I-I want you to pleasure me with that tongue of yours like-...like you always do.”

“Trust me, baby, you don’t have to ask me twice.“ he answered as he licked his lips, and just some seconds later, your lover directed his tongue’s attention to your already dripping entrance, lapping up your juices as if it was the last sort of liquid he’d get to taste any time soon.

The way he skillfully moved his tongue’s tip always left you a breathless and twitching mess, but today was different.

Taishiro would always follow some kind of strategy when he pleasured your nether regions. He’d usually start in a lazy and teasing manner. The moment you began to move your hips in the hope of more contact between his mouth and your pussy, your boyfriend would immediately pull back and enjoy how your folds twitched in desperate need of any sort of contact. After repeating this process a few times, you’d usually be the first one to give in and beg him to take it seriously, and that’s when Taishiro showed his true colors. And let’s just say that food wasn’t the only thing he enjoyed devouring as if his life depended on it.

But right now? For some reason, his mouth went down on you without any restraints, no gentle licks alongside your folds, no teasing sucks on your sensitive bud, nothing of that sort...just pure lust and hunger. It took your brain a couple of seconds to register the sudden amount of pleasure that hit your body, and when it did, you couldn’t help but arch your back in a very evident curve and moan out loud. His hand immediately covered your ajar mouth, muffling that whiny voice he loved to hear so much.

“Now now, pumpkin, please don’t forget that we are still at the entrance. Wouldn’t want to have our neighbors interrupting us again now, would you?”

You slightly shook your head in denial, there was no way you’d let anyone interrupt this blissful moment, and your boyfriend seemingly had no intention of doing that either, since his tongue was on you quicker than you would’ve expected.

With the way he moved that wet muscle of his, it was quite difficult for you to keep silent, and his hand wasn’t of much help at all, so you had no other choice but to bite on his long fingers as softly as you could, careful not to leave any visible marks on his skin.

Even if that gesture of yours was meant well, it had the opposite effect on your pro hero boyfriend. Instead of seeing it as a sign that you had already reached your limit, he saw it as an invitation to keep his pace up and even quicken it if he so desired.

His other free hand spread your engorged outer labia apart, exposing your dripping core to the cold air and his hungry gaze as he licked his lips one last time and starting sucking on your sensitive clit. Your legs began shaking uncontrollably at his ministrations, and his loud sucking sounds only quickened your heartbeat, but what ultimately pushed you over the edge was the way Fatgum looked up at you. His eyes were squinted ever so slightly, pupils almost wholly covering his yellow irises, and even though his expression seemed relaxed overall, the way you perceived it was as if he was silently ordering you to cum right here and right now...and who were you to disobey?

Your orgasm hit you like none other had done before that. Just as that familiar warm feeling spread around your body and made your lower muscles tense up, Taishiro stopped sucking and returned to flicking his tongue against your swollen clit, this motion was just so much for your already sensitive body that you tried to escape his loose grip and create some distance between your nether regions and his mouth. His lips had barely even left your twitching pussy and Taishiro immediately noticed what your intention was, so he held onto your hips and began licking up your love juices from your folds.

While you were still catching your breath, your boyfriend used that small window of opportunity to take a good look at your already spent body and admire it silently.

It’s now or never…

“Hey, sweetheart...you still with me?” he silently asked as his big hand gently caressed your flushed cheek. Even though your body was still twitching from the aftershocks you still managed to nod and more or less reassure him of your wellbeing. He sighed in relief and directed his hands’ attention to your legs, massaging them in an attempt to relieve the tension in your muscles, palms slowly moving up and down your thighs, applying just the right amount of pressure.

After a short while, you finally gave him your ok to continue with his plans, and he wasted no time in getting in between your legs again, but this time he positioned his large and pre-cum covered tip right at your entrance. He slapped your clit a few times with his shaft and mixed both of your juices, wetting your small and throbbing hole in the process.

“Hope you’re ready pumpkin, cause I ain’t holding anything back today.”

Just before you can urge him to enter you, he slams his entire length inside and knocks the air out of your lungs. Your trembling hands tried to take a hold of something to cushion his deep and precise thrusts, but whatever you tried to do it didn’t help the immense amount of pleasure that spread around your body, and judging by the silent grunts coming from Taishiro, he also felt good. His big arms wrapped around your body, hoisting it up towards his sweaty but muscular chest. That action caused your hips to drop down his shaft even further and the moment his tip touched the entrance to your womb your back arched and you finally screamed out in pleasure. You really wanted to avoid making noise, but how could you when the man you loved made it so hard for you?

Funny enough, your little slip-up didn’t surprise Taishiro at all, if anything it turned him on even more, just knowing that he and his body were the reason you couldn’t hold your voice back made him get harder than he already was. He looked at your breasts bounce and your lips quiver while his cock entered and left your seemingly small hole. Thinking back on how much effort he put into prepping you and how tight you were during the first few times, seemed like such a faraway memory now, since your insides had perfectly adapted to his girth and length.

The imagination alone drove him over the edge and even if he didn’t want to end this too quickly he just couldn’t hold himself back any longer and after a few deep thrusts, he released his seeds deep inside of you.

While he savored the aftershocks of his orgasm you softly rocked your hips back and forth, refusing to stop, wanting more of the warmth his cum provided.

“T-Taishiro...please give me more.”

Even though your statement took him by surprise his hands took a hold of your hips once again and just when you thought that he’d start moving your pelvis up and down he suddenly started getting up. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck as you felt his palms take a strong grip on your asscheeks.

While your boyfriend slowly walked towards your shared bedroom, he was completely oblivious to how much his movements affected you. Each step he took caused his shaft to bump against your wet insides and your most sensitive spots.

Just as Taishiro opened the door to your bedroom he felt how your walls suddenly tightened up around his shaft, causing him to stumble, his back hitting the doorframe. He once again sunk to the floor, but his grip on you remained tight.

“Cupcake...d-did you just cum?”

You hid your face in the crack of his neck and refused to look up at him, but your blush was evident nonetheless, and your plan to hide it failed. He tilted your chin with his finger and had to bite his lip as soon as he saw your facial expression. The moment he caught a glimpse of those flushed cheeks of yours, your reddened lips which now had small bite marks on them from all those attempts to hold your voice back and that petite droplet of saliva slowly running down your chin, the small string of restraint he held on for so long finally snapped.

With an animalistic growl, he picked your body up as if it weighed nothing and threw you on the bed. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, Taishiro took a hold of your thighs, pushed them down toward your chest, and to stop you from struggling underneath him, he squeezed his muscular thighs against your hips. Without a single warning he slammed his throbbing cock inside of you once again, but this time thanks to the mating press he put you in, his shaft hit all of your favorite spots, not only that but this position also made you involuntarily tense up and that also applied to your mushy insides which were now holding onto him, refusing to let go of his dick. His thrusts’ speed decreased ever so slightly but this alone wasn’t enough to make him stop completely. Those shifted and deep movements which knocked against every sensitive spot, made your body tremble and your hips buckle against his pelvis. That movement caused his gland’s tip to precisely brush against the soft ring of flesh which was your womb’s entrance. Your body twitched and you yelped out at the sudden electrifying feeling that made goosebumps appear on your entire body, Taishiro noticed what kind of effect his thrust had on you and with a mischievous grin, he took a firm hold of his shaft’s root and began moving it in a circular motion, which caused the rest of his fat cock to do the same inside of you.

“O-Oh my gh-od Taishiro…!”

Said man chuckled as he let his big hand slide alongside your belly.

“Did you like that? Want me to do that again, hmm?”

His hand had reached your breasts by now and gave your nipples a quick squeeze, after he heard your trembling breath your lover hooked his arm underneath your neck and he gently tilted your head forward so that your eyes were fixated on where the two of you were connected. Your eyes widened as you took a better look at what he wanted you to see. There was a small bulge exactly where you felt Taishiro’s tip point inside of you. The moment he began moving his shaft again, the bulge copied his movement and all you could do was gently press your hand on top of it and feel the ever so slight movements.

“Do you know what I’m about to do sweetheart? I’ll make sure to cum right there, in your deepest spot...and when I’m done with you, you’ll be so full of my cum that this minuscule bulge will become as big as that of a pregnant lady.”

Your insides clenched at his announcement and took a tight hold of the bedsheets beneath you. Your boyfriend resumed his quick pace from before and not soon after he released his second load inside of you, he halted for a few seconds, savoring his orgasm’s aftershocks, and began thrusting once again. With each fresh load of his semen, his thrusts got sloppier than the rounds before, and the slapping sounds gradually changed into wetter ones. You had already lost count of how many times you had orgasmed, your body just felt numb and sweaty. Taishiro even made sure to tell you that you had even lost consciousness a few times, but despite that, he never stopped pumping you full of his cum. When he had announced to make that small bulge of your bigger, you seriously thought that he was just joking, but look at where that got you.

You once again felt another orgasm build up inside of you, but at the same time, you felt so tired that you simply didn’t care anymore. Unfortunately, your boyfriend had no intention of letting you blackout this soon and he gently slapped your cheek a few times in order to catch your attention, which he successfully did and show you your belly’s state. With a tired expression, you looked down and bit your lips as soon as you saw how bloated you actually were. The sight mixed with the imagination of your white-coated insides pushed you over the edge one last time before you once again lost consciousness, and the last thing you saw as your eyelids slowly grew heavy was the grin of your boyfriend who whispered something you failed to understand. One thing was for certain though...you had learned your lesson on doubting his plans because whatever Taishiro said or wanted, he always made sure to get it, no matter the cost.

#bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #fatgum x reader #taishiro x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #━𝙱𝙽𝙷𝙰 #━𝙼𝙷𝙰 #━𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽'𝚂 𝙴𝙲𝙷𝙾

72 notes · View notes