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ash-says · 2 months

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Survival 101 :

Buckle up your seatbelt darling because this is going to be triggering and one hell of a ride. Don't expect mushy from me. Might do it when tapped in my soft girl era but today I feel like a Villain.

1) Keep your mouth shut where you don't hold the power. No power no expressed opinions that can put you in trouble.

2) Learn manipulation and seduction skills. This will help you to detect when someone is trying to manipulate and seduce you. Saves a lot of drama and heartache.

3) Fight back strategically. We don't want to lose a job, a degree certificate, a bruise on your body,etc depending on your situation.

4) Facts over emotions. Always.

5) 90% of older men are creepy. Speaking from experience here. Play with them by ear. Get what you want by being polite and respectful but if they try to harass you or take advantage we turn Medusa on them or if you are not in a position to fight and walk out safe just play cutesy and shy and dumb. Ask him what he means and do not take a word said by him seriously. Dodge his advances like your life depends on it until you get an opening to run for the hills.

6) Snap out of delusions and pay attention to reality. People are not what you make them out to be they are what they show you. Stop making excuses for them.

7) Anxiety can be crippling. Panic attacks are the worst but no matter what happens try your level best to never show them publicly. Men are vultures and vulnerable women are easy prey for men.

8) That one friend who is all sweet to you and is your bff but anything positive happens in your life and suddenly starts becoming passive aggressive. Not your friend. Don't share any secrets. Best to be kept as an acquaintance.

9) Develop sarcasm and don't be afraid to put self entitled bitches and bastards in their place. Better being called a 'Mean Girl' over a 'Doormat'.

10) Bully back the bullies. It's 2024 sweetie we don't wait for an opportunity for revenge we fucking create it.

11) No matter how tough your life is going everyone shouldn't be getting a broadcast about it. At least not by your own mouth. Try to act as put together as you can.

12) Kindness is virtue but being apathetic saves you. Don't be the fool who bleeds through the stabs of the same knives again and again. "Because I can't see them in pain. I have a heart." Babygirl you have a life too. All that emotional stress is going to result in some serious problems in the upcoming years.

13) Learn when to quit. The most emotionally intelligent people I know are great quitters. They know when it's the end of an era.

14) Never disclose your family issues to outsiders. Until and unless a person has proved their loyalty to you year after year only those selected one or two people should know your domestic issues. Anyone else knowing it is like having a good gossip for tea time.

15) Lastly, there are no fucking saviours in real life. You are your own saviour.

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fairy-hub · 5 months

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𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐝! 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: heavy fluff, light angst, reader is giving birth, kento is worried about being a dad and supportive husband, you easily reassure him, twin baby girls, praise, kento is in awe of you as he should be, you're amazing, you breast feed the baby and kento bottle feeds the other baby

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: I love your works! Could you write kento fluff, him stressing out about becoming a dad for the first time and reader is just really chill about it all!! Please and thank you🙏🙏

Oreo: I’m sick with my period at the same damn time eating chicken noodle soup, my hubby has been spoiling me so much. Brought me some Christmas themed flowers, the cutest wreath that has the house smelling like pine. Then there was running me a warm bath, making my soup this man is the best. Giving that nanami energy, cause you know he would take such good care of you. I haven’t had to lift a finger, and nanami wouldn’t let you lift one either.

Your painful contractions, rushing to the hospital, and the epidural to ensure a painless birth. Tightly squeezing his hand, pushing out the first baby girl. It’s a blur that doesn't slow down till he hears the first beautiful cry.

Letting go of your hand long enough to cut the umbilical cord. Grasping your hand between his own, kissing the back. “You’re doing wonderful love, she’s healthy and adorable.” Kissing your cheek, weakly you smile momentarily. Gritting your jaw focusing on pushing out your second baby girl. You're sweaty and beautiful.

The second baby girl is louder, her cries quieting her minutes older sister. This time the nurse brings her close to you, offering you the back the handle. Kento gently guides your hand helping you cut the cord.

"After we clean them both of you can hold one of your beautiful little joys. So chonky, healthy with a powerful set of lungs already.” The doctor gently cleans and checks you over.

One of the nurses brings his eldest baby to him. “Congratulations on such healthy wonderful baby girls.” Gently cradling his eldest babygirl in his hands, swaddled in a soft blanket. Kento supports her hand and head with one hand. She’s so small yet chunky at the same time. Swaddled in a yellow blanket.

Her beautiful chunky face scrunched up in confusion that melts away at the sight of his face. More tears trickle down his face at the soft adoring warm love in his baby girl’s eyes. Lifting her small hand, he leads down helping her touch his cheek.

Kento’s eyes widen tears trickling down his face, dripping onto the girl he names “ He’s a dad to two amazing baby girls who he wants to give the world to along side his beautiful wife.

What if he fails to be a good father?

Grinning Docter Annie announces, “Wonderful there is no hemorrhaging, you’re bleeding normally. We will keep you overnight for observation and discharge you in the morning. When you need to go to the restroom press the call button for a nurse. You will need to eat soon and get plenty of rest.”

Two nurses on either side carefully lift you for the doctor to put a diaper on you. Laying you back down, raising the upper half of the bed for you to comfortably sit up.

You're the nurse lift your baby girl out of the bath, drying her off. “Can I try to calm her down?” Kento looks up at you in pure awe. You have always been an amazing woman. He’s lucky for you to be the mother of his children.

What if he fails to be a supportive husband?

The nurse softly smiles, “You should be able to skin-to-skin and settle her, maybe help her latch.” Lying your baby on your chest. Cradling her, resting her head on your chest. Her loud cries softening to whines.

Admiring your little girl with tired eyes and a soft smile. It's a different type of beautiful to see you cradling the delicate adorable life in your hands. It's wonderful sight like the one of other baby girl in his hands.

Warm, healthy, and finally here after nine months. Here to thrive, grow, and develop interests. Kento wants to be there for them, with you by his side, every step of the way.

Her whines quiet down when you help her latch. Letting her get mouthfuls of milk. Softly breathing, “Of course, our lil Hana is hungry after all that hard work.” Kento didn't think he could fall more in love with you until this moment.

"She will need to latch and get skin with mom soon but for now getting fed by dad and doing some bonding is good too." A nurse hands Kento a bottle of formula. "We will get the overnight room and some food ready for the mom ready." Remembering the various videos and books he nudges Himari's lips with the bottle.

It takes a moment for her to latch, once she does, she's taking large mouthfuls. Failing her hand in her attempt to grab Kento's. A feat she takes moments to accomplish. Her small warm hand on the back of his, the sleepy loving looking in her eyes. "Hana and Himari are perfect, thank you my love for working so hard bringing them into this world."

The nurse and doctor trickle out of the room, taking some of the equipment with them. Leaving Kento and You along with your newborns.

"My love I know that look in your eyes and tension in your jaw. We got each other, and I couldn't have a better man by my side to raise our babies and grow old with. You're going to be everything these girls need in a father and more, trust me darling." The confidence in your beautiful face, soothing voice and tired eyes easing the weight on his shoulders.

He takes a deep breath, shoving his worries aside. Reaffirming your comforting words, "We have each other, there isn't anything we can't do to give these girls a wonderful life, don't worry about me love relax and rest." Standing up, carefully leaning down making sure not to disturb Himari drinking, kiss you gently. "I'm so grateful to get the privilege to be your husband and father to these adorable girls."

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angelltheninth · 6 months

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Genshin Men + Babygirl, Girlboss, Girlfailure

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Gorou, Thoma, Childe, Dottore, Pantalone, Neuvillette, Tighnari, Wriothesley, Zhongli x Reader

Tags: fluff, kissing, cuddles, teasing, being protective, very much a joke but not really

A/N: I believe anyone of any gender can be these things and so can all my blorbos.

BABYGIRL - Diluc, Gorou, Thoma, Tighnari, Neuvillete

Despite him denying it when you call him cute he blushes so hard at any kind of praise you throw his way. How could you not want to compliment him when he's being so sweet to you all the time and makes you smile all the time?

He might be very capable of many things but he is cute when he does them, no matter what he does, so you kiss him for doing good and making you happy. You know it makes him feel happy too, he even has to hide his face sometimes to escape some of your teasing.

GIRLBOSS - Dottore, Pantalone, Wriothesley

Will take things in his own hands because he doesn't trust many others to do the same job as well. You can help him of course but you have be ready for him to check in on you a lot, for your own health too.

Knows when to stop working and tell others to do the same. If you don't want to he will talk you into taking a break with him, even if he has to literally hold you in his lap and do everything in his power to distract you. The work will get done, just make sure to follow his lead.

GIRLFAILURE - Kaeya, Itto, Childe, Zhongli

It doesn't matter how much he has to fall he always gets back up and you support him... but you also think he's cute when he gets mad about it. You want to assist him, to make sure he achieves his goal, to protect him.

Encouragement goes a long way for him but he really likes it when you do things together, just the two of you. It makes you think that he's faking some aspects of his failure just to spend more time with you. But then he makes very dumb mistakes and the doubt goes away fast.

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joelsgreys · 28 days

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conflicted

Raider! Joel Miller x Female Reader

summary: Your captor gives you a bath. You have some conflicting feelings when he touches you.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. RAIDER ERA. DARK!JOEL. DUBCON. also tagging elements of NONCON just to be on the safe side. UNSPECIFIED AGE GAP (reader is in her 20’s and Joel is 50). READER HAS NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION. mentions of Joel’s group murdering reader’s group, Joel killed her father, mention of blood, Joel pretty much kidnaps reader and keeps her as his own. pet names (baby, babygirl, honey, pretty girl, little girl), daddy kink, very minimal editing.

PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS.

if this isn’t your thing, that’s fine, just scroll on by.

word count: <1k

a/n: this is a bit less than a blurb. a blurb of a blurb. a blurbette, if you will. i shelled it out in like less than an hour. to me it is part of the captive universe, but can be read as a standalone! please be advised that this is not fleshed out at all, i just felt like writing something that didn’t require too much brain power.

He pours one last pail of hot water into the tub.

“How’s the water?” he asks you.

His voice is so deep. Rich, like molasses.

It’s also laced with a southern accent, you’d noticed.

Aware he’s still waiting for an answer, you shrug.

He tries again. “S’not too hot, is it?”

He had ordered one of the women in the group to start a fire and boil water collected from the stream they had stumbled upon just a mile south of the small cottage.

“Seriously, Joel?” Angela had glared at him. “I am not a fucking maid.” Hands planted on her hips, she foolishly added, “If I’m gonna haul and boil water for a bath, it’s gonna be for me, alright? Not for that little fucking brat of yours.”

His switchblade had gone straight to her throat.

“Fuckin’ say that again,” Joel hissed, the sharp edge of the blade lightly slicing into her flesh. “Call her that one more time and see what fuckin’ happens.”

She apologized and then got to work, completing the task within a couple of hours.

Finally, you answer his question.

“Water’s fine,” you mumble. It’s hot, but not scalding.

“Good.”

Joel kneels beside the tub.

Flinching, you hunch over and pull your legs up against your chest.

It doesn’t matter. He’s already seen you naked.

He’s the one who had undressed you, after all.

Dipping a washcloth into the water, Joel instructs, “Sit up straight, honey.”

Honey.

The pet name makes you feel sick to your stomach.

You’re not his honey. You’re his prisoner.

He frowns, the creases between his brows deepening.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, pretty girl.”

Obediently, you nod and the water sloshes around you as do what he says.

You saw what he was capable of. You’re terrified of him.

With a satisfied hum, he begins washing you.

It had been three days since the massacre. Joel gently scrubs away the crimson caked onto your skin and the color of the water turns to rust. You don’t know whose blood you’ve been wearing—could it be your father’s?

He had been standing in front of you when his life was taken by the very same man that knelt beside you. Had his blood splattered on you? Was it being cleaned off by the same man who had so violently spilled it?

Your stomach lurches at the thought.

He had been trying to protect you during the ambush.

Your father had been trying to fucking protect you.

And Joel Miller had killed him.

He had killed him just to get to you.

Joel runs the washcloth down your arm, his dark gaze dragging over every inch of your body. “Such a pretty, pretty little girl,” he murmurs. Dropping the washcloth into the water, he gently cups one of your breasts in his large hand. He sweeps his thumb over your nipple and lightly teases the pebbled flesh, his digit circling it until it becomes a stiff peak.

Your eyes flutter closed and you inhale sharply.

There’s a strange feeling in your lower belly.

Strange because it’s not entirely unpleasant.

He trails his hand lower, raking over your tummy.

Lower.

He rests his palm over the mound of your pussy.

Gasping, your thighs clench together.

You’d like to think it’s to keep him out, to keep him from violating you further, but the burning pressure building in between your hips seems to be saying otherwise.

Horrified, you squeeze your thighs even tighter.

No. Don’t let him in.

But what if your resistance led him to force his way in?

You shudder, unable to decide which would be worse.

Joel leans forward over the bathtub, pressing his lips to your temple. “Don’t fight it, honey. S’okay that it feels good,” he mumbles against your skin. “It’s s’pposed to feel good when I touch you, baby.”

No, it’s fucking not!

Bowing your head, quietly begin to sob.

He wraps his arms around you. “Don’t cry, babygirl,” he soothes. “Don’t cry. Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you. I promise I’ll always take good care of you.”

His vow makes you cry even harder.

divider credit @saradika 🤍

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colourstreakgryffin · 2 months

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oh no if an angel tried to decapitate Husk daughter who was hiding and Husk see's this and for a moment turned back into his overlord form temporarily and it made the chains Alastor have on him Crack a little. Imagine if Alastor noticed this too

Haha! That’s actually precious in the most tragic way possible! I actually already picture Husk pulling a Charlie and just changing form in that moment to commit Angel murder!

Husk- Daddy’s Little Girl

The Battle for Hell is getting more and more messy throughout every second. Charlie’s getting apprehended by Adam, Alastor had been beaten in ages ago, Vaggie is struggling a bit with Lute, the Hotel crew are already getting surrounded by so many exterminators.

Husk is among the group of the fighting Sinners and whilst he is expertly fending off Angels to protect himself and his new friends, his mind is littered with how you, his seven year old daughter, are doing. If you’re still okay

He had hid you away in the Hotel before the invasion hit, in the deepest parts where both himself and Charlie suspected the Angels wouldn’t be able to find but sadly… both were wrong. Maybe thirty minutes into the intense battle, Husk’s cat-like ears flicked up at the sound of a terrified child scream echoing through the Hotel’s surfaces, something he could hear clearly and he didn’t hesitate to jump down from the rooftop of the Hotel, since he knew that scream is yours

His mighty big red black and white casino-patterned detailed feathery wings spread open and help drop him down after leaping off the rooftop’s edges, climbing downwards, down the many many feet as fast as he can. His wings beating up and down rather hard, allowing him to pick up even more speed. Angel Dust calls out for Husk in shock for his sudden disappearance but nobody tries to actually stop him

Since they all know he’s going to rescue his daughter

Husk rushes into the Hotel, his many weapons prepared to attack. Furious, his ears still flicking with the sound of your fearful whimpering and crying for help, his feet beating with every single step. He needs to find you, you’re in danger! In no time, the ex-Overlord stops his sprint with a hard skid around the corner of the main Hotel’s entrance hallway, needing to make it to you in time

His golden yellow eyes widening in both intense fear and overwhelming unfiltered fury, at the sight before him… he almost can’t believe what he is seeing

“DADDY! HELP ME!”

You, roughly pressed into the corner and being held up by your neck by a single bloodthirsty Exterminator as you sob out with tears streaming and cry out for Husk as loud as you can, the silent angel gripping it’s angelic spear in it’s free hand whilst the other shoves you up against the wall. In that moment, Husk’s hollow powerless soul radiated a powerful magical force, a wave of strength that rushes through his systems and somehow…

That moment of anger and fear for his babygirl, triggered something thought to be completely impossible. His Overlord Magic, the souls’ powers he collected and the strength to attack an Angel full on has crashed onto him like a big tsunami wave, changing his causal black suspender-supported black pants outfit to his past snazzy business-centred suit and slick-black hairstyle, in a single spiral of orange glowing magic. His wings’ patterns had sharpened up, the red colouring glows a bright orange and his golden yellow eyes also grow a lot more sharper

The soul collar around his neck, the invisible magical green chain tying him to the deal cracked, like a big rock hitting a glass window… but it didn’t break

Even Alastor senses this incredible feat and it makes his bleeding wound throb out, gritting his fangs harder whilst hiding off in the darkness of his Voodoo magic. His tight ownership of Husk’s soul just gotten weaker, the bonds around the feline avian demon loosened up immensely for such a insignificant sinner doing a impossible task; temporarily transform back into his Overlord form

Husk didn’t even bother using the weapons, he used his returning power. Dropping those casino and gambling-centred items for battle to take advantage of being able to tap back into the strength he had lost via his deal with Alastor. The weird magical flow coursing through his bloodstream that made him feel on top of Hell and in that moment, he summons a large claw attack from the ground which smoothly slices off the Exterminator’s arms, the disembodied limbs dropping to the floor with a liquidy squish

Before the merciless angel can possibly behead you, as it was already attempting to do so. Having striked at you with its tall sharp spear. The Exterminator had been forced to drop you rather hard, stepping back whilst Husk openly charges this Exterminator and uses even more of his gained-back Overlord magic to case the Exterminator’s mask-covered and halo plus horn-decorated head with a semi-transparent explosive energy-dosed dice-shaped sphere

Shoving the Exterminator off to the right with a rather agile kick, the pure force behind this shove had caused the Angel to stumble back into the nearby wall with a very hard thump as Husk picks you up quickly, feeling your arms wrap around his neck and face sobbing into his suit-lathered chest, little body shivering, cat-like ears and tail drooped down helplessly

Husk‘s murderous rage-glazed golden yellow eyes glare hatefully at the Angel, who’s barely moving at this point, clutched one of his hands together and that magical sphere half-suffocating the Exterminator quickly blows up, effectively killing your attacker with just two magical strikes. You didn’t look at what your father did since you were so afraid of almost dying again and shuddering in his arms

Husk just glared with heavy angered huffing at the body of the Angel he just killed with his returned Overlord power, almost shaking in his boiling protective rage, all for his precious daughter. Nobody touches you on his watch

The ex-Overlord didn’t even get a chance to check up on you, forcing himself to look away from his handywork, to calm down your fearful and pained sobbing and wailing, since the Hotel begun to shake. He didn’t even bother running on foot, he had used a teleporting power in his current Overlord form and transports both himself and you out in a single blink and soft pop of silvery magic

As soon as you’re both out of the Hotel in that quick flash of teleportation magic, Husk spreads his wings again and takes you up off the ground to dodge the big yellow magical energy beam that slices up the Hotel in a single clean strike. It’s menacing, it’s intense but he isn’t going to focus on that until he has you off in a more safe location. Clearly, he messed up and his first decision didn’t work in protecting you

Husk ensures both you and himself are away from the Hotel enough, his mighty feathery wings flapping in the air with strong sharp gusts of wind slicing out every beat up and down, holding himself and you above the ground

He is usually a lazy man, not preferring to fly but right now. He must put you and your safety above everything so he’ll keep you a few feet away from the crumbling apart Hotel and a few feet off the floor as long as he has to, to make sure no other Angel can get their hands on you

He takes those few seconds of nothing and of the brief safety to check on you, rubbing fingers over your pinned-back fearful ears. Tilting your little chin up with your glowing teary eyes looking up at him as your lips quiver and letting out shaky breathes

You haven’t seen your father in his Overlord form in so long… it’s almost surreal that he is right now. The same suit, the same streaked pushed-back hair, the different patterns on his wings. However, he is still your beloved parent

“Are you okay, Princess? Daddy’s sorry that he didn’t come sooner. Did that bad Angel hurt you?”

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kingkunigami · 3 months

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— hate you

You hate Oliver Aiku more than anything, if only he’d believe you.

Of course Oliver Aiku would be the first and only man to have me use the word ‘cunny’, but that’s the reason why we hate him right? Right—

Pairing: Aiku Oliver x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, hate sex, Oliver uses the word ‘cunny’ once, semi-public sex, dirty talk, no prep, creampie (reader tells him not to cum inside but he’s a prick).

Word Count: 2k.

You hate Oliver Aiku. Loathe him entirely. It’s as though this man exists to make your life miserable— and to destroy the battery in your vibrator, not that he ever needs to know that.

“Do you even know what the offside rule is, sweetheart?” He practically spat, his large form towering over you as he looked to intimidate you.

But it would never work. You were used to the same chauvenistic bullshit time and time again, by men who were far more powerful than Oliver Aiku. Remaining strong as you kept the flag high in the air and stood your ground, maintaining your verdict that the footballer was offside.

“I wouldn’t want a refresher from someone that doesn’t know what it is either.” You quipped coolly, watching his brows furrow as he kicked the ball towards Isagi in irritation.

And you tell yourself that the only reason why you’ve attended this stupid party in the first place was to annoy the centre back, and remind him that there’s no one else you hate more than him.

“Can you two just fuck already?” Chris Prince nudged your shoulder as he caught you looking across the room at Oliver, “You’re putting me off my pint.”

“I’d rather die.” You scoffed, chugging the rest of your drink before making your way towards the bathroom.

There’s no way you’d ever want to fuck a man like Oliver Aiku. He’s a misogynistic jerk that doesn’t deserve an ounce of your time, and you’ll spend the rest of your days reminding him of the fact. Worth nothing more than masturbation material as you rub your clit raw to try and get a quick release, replaying your sordid fantasies in your mind while you lay awake at night.

Or at least that’s what you try to convince yourself, as you now find yourself pressed against the bathroom wall by one extremely arrogant looking Oliver Aiku.

“I feel like you’ve been avoiding me all night, babygirl.” He teases, closing the door behind him.

“Don’t call me that,” You glower, but the cocky lilt to his voice had your clit betraying you. Stowing the sound of it away in the sordid core of your brain for later when you’d settle in bed with your trusty toy.

“Aww, don’t be like that,” He coos, placing his cup down on the corner of the bathroom sink as he corners you.

“I hate you,” The words are laced with venom as he cages you against the wall. The downstairs bathroom holds barely enough space for one person, nevermind Oliver’s hulking form. His broad shoulders box you in, and if you wanted to escape there would be nowhere to go— at least that’s what you tell yourself as you lean into his touch.

His lips ghost yours, and you can feel the warmth of him laced with a mixture of beer and far too much cologne. It leaves you feeling dizzy and disorientated as he invades your space. His palm circles your neck as he tilts your chin with his thumb, pressing the faintest butterfly kiss against your glossy lips as he gives you a chance to pull away. And you should, because you fucking hate him, right? But you don’t.

Oliver is ravenous as he captures your lips in a fierce kiss, his grip against you firm as he holds you in place. It’s difficult to think as he swipes his tongue against your parted lips, trying to delve deeper as he searches for entrance. Lashing against your teeth as you let him in, swallowing the groan that forms in your throat as he deepens the kiss.

Your legs feel like jelly as your thankful for his frame keeping you upright, your hands fist into the cotton of his shirt as you pull him closer. Your nose knocks against his clumsily as you feel him palm your clothed breast, slotting his thigh between your legs as he presses himself against your core.

You can’t help yourself— can’t stop your hips from jerking as you grind yourself against pure muscle, desperate to give some needed stimulation to your throbbing cunt. You can feel Oliver’s grin against your mouth as you pull away, licking his lips childishly to taste the saccharine of your gloss against his tongue. The messy pink hue tints his skin as he shamelessly slips his hands beneath your skirt to pull your soaked panties down.

You should tell him off when he pockets them without question, chastise him for being such an asshole. But the thoughts fall on deaf ears the moment his slender fingers brush through your messy folds.

“I hate you,” You repeat, although the venom has virtually disappeared to be replaced by the desperate sigh that escapes past your lips.

“Sure feels like you fucking hate me, sweetheart.” He groans, shamelessly prodding at your tight hole as it pulses in response, inviting him in like a tempting siren ushering a sailor to his death. Dragging the moisture from your weeping hole to press it against your puffy clit, stealing more pretty sounds from your throat.

“I do.” The words leave your lips as though you’re trying to convince yourself of a truth to them, sounding them against your tongue before licking your glossed lips.

He’s quick to undo his buckle, letting it hang in the loops of his jeans as he tugs them down enough to free his thick cock. It’s clear Oliver is unconcerned about foreplay, another reason why you should hate him more. But he has the decency to drag the leaking swollen tip of himself through the mess between your thighs before he presses himself against your tight entrance. Calloused fingers dig into the plush of your leg with even more urgency as he pulls your thigh higher against his hip.

“Yeah, yeah,” He gives a harsh rut of his hips that has your thick lashes fluttering as your nails dig into broad sboulders, “Can you feel how much I hate you too?”

He’s so deep inside you that you’re certain you can feel his cock pulse in your throat, the swollen tip angled perfectly to hit your g-spot with every messy thrust. Oliver gives another rough thrust to emphasise the statement, pushing you harder against the wall as you knock your head against the cool porcelain tile.

“You’re disgusting.” You groan, your chest heaves as he pulls your top down. Exposing your round breasts to his greedy eyes as he pinches a taut nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as you tremble against him.

“I know,” He sniggers, “That’s why you’re soaking my cock right now.”

“Fuck you,” The words leave your lips like an insult, but your body betrays your repulsion.

“At least your pussy’s fucking honest,” He continues, his grip almost bruising against your skin as he starts a brutal place, “Feel her sucking me in.”

It’s hard to focus with the way he uses you, messy stubble scratches against the column of your neck as he peppers searing hot kisses against your skin. Your hands reach the base of his skull, nails scratch against his scalp as you try to find purchase. To find some semblance of reality as the man you’re so certain you despise splits you apart on his cock.

“Oh, baby. You’ve got the sweetest little cunny.”

“Shut the fuck up,” You feel yourself blanch at the childish word, the humiliation swirls in your pelvis as you scrunch your nose in disgust, “Don’t call it that.”

“Oh?” You can hear the mirth on the tip of his tongue as he noses the side of your face, lips pressed against the shell of your ear, “You’d prefer if I called her my perfect little cunt instead?”

The crude spit of the word has your walls clenching around him. A pitiful, carnal response to his words as his lips curl into a smug grin. Oliver laughs and you hate him even more, the desire to push him off you and leave him drooling with your slick to wipe that stupid smirk of his face is strong. But the desire to cum is stronger.

“She’s not yours,” You snarl, your nails practically dig into his skin now, leaving long red lines down the expanse of his back even through the thin cotton of his shirt.

“She isn’t?” He tilts his head to the side with fake perplexity, “Is that why she’s fucked into the shape of my cock?”

You hate his stupid dirty talk, or the pathetic attempt of it. But your body betrays your consciousness, drooling down the length of him as you leave creamy rings of slick around the base. Oliver wonders what you’d think if you knew he wasn’t going to shower tonight, content to fist himself again to the memory— with his cock still covered in a thick layer of you.

“It’s like she knows who she belongs to—” You dont know whether he’s talking to you or your cunt now, as he reaches between your bodies to thumb at your swollen clit. Rubbing messy figures of eight against it as your hips buck into him, trying to match his thrusts as you feel the coil onside you tighten.

“Yeah, not to you—“ Your retorts are just as pathetic as you are now, barely able to form a coherent response as you’re focused on the way Oliver manages to hit that same spot inside with precision. The engorged tip bruising your cervix with each roll of his hips, intent on leaving you with a buoyant throb between your thighs the next morning. A reminder of just how well he fucked you—

“Let’s ask her, shall we?” He sneers, pressing his lips against yours in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. Smearing what little is left of your sparkly lipgloss against his lips and your cheeks, “If you love my cock cum for me, sweetheart.”

You clench in disdain, refusing to submit to a man— no less Oliver Aiku. But he feels the way you squeeze him, the way you try to fight back and he refuses to lose to you now. Increasing his pace as his balls slap against the swell of your ass, the crude sound mixes with the squelch of your cunt as he pushes you towards the brink. Challenging you to hold back, to deny your pleasure.

“I know you want to,” He continues, “I can feel you squeezin’ my cock.”

And he’s right, you hate how right he is. Your toes curl in your shoes as your eyes roll back into your skull, finally succumbing to the pleasure flowing through your veins as a pathetic whine of his name spills from your lips.

“Oh you good fuckin’ girl,” He gloats, cherishing the way your cunt throbs around him. Continuing to use your body for his own pleasure as he pounds into your convulsing heat.

Your cunt continues to clench around Oliver’s cock, trying to milk him of his release as your head lulls back against the porcelain tile. His palm reaches up to hold the back of it, and normally you’d shout at him for touching you when his fingers are covered in your slick. But it’s uncharacteristically caring as he stops your skull from banging against the wall as he uses you for his own pleasure, shamelessly seeking out his release as he fucks into your quivering hole.

“Not inside,” You whine, staring at him through half lidded eyes as he pouts pathetically.

“But she wants it,” He chimes between sloppy thrusts, “She wants me to fill her up— oh, fuck.”

The way your walls pulse around him in response is all it takes to have him tumbling over the edge into his own pleasure, his forehead pressed against yours as he empties his balls inside your silky walls. Lining them with white hot spurs of his release as he gives a few more sloppy thrusts, fucking the mixture deeper inside you as he rides out his high.

“You’re such an asshole,” You groan as he pulls out of your abused hole, feeling his spend leak out of you as it drools down your inner thighs.

“Would an asshole have you this wet, sweetheart?” And you can already feel your cunt throbbing at the sight of his softening cock glistening under the fluorescent light.

“That isn’t me,” You sneer, but Oliver unabashedly holds himself up so you can see the creamy slick pool around his sac.

“You keep telling yourself that,” He grins, “And I’ll keep believing it.”

#blue lock x reader #oliver aiku x reader #Oliver aiku smut #blue lock smut #bllk x reader #bllk smut #aiku oliver x reader #aiku Oliver smut #blue lock x you

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heretherebedork · 4 months

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I just cannot get over that we got a canon omegaverse show that is also an alpha4alpha main pairing where the much tougher and more masculine alpha is also basically a broody chicken desperate for any hint of affection and melts when he's called mama and that the major conflict of the show is that his evil adoptive father who has almost as many bonsai trees as adoptive sons wants to breed him and sells his ultimate alpha babies in secret auctions oh also his boyfriend is also an adopted alpha who steals his special alpha powers and then offers to die for him seconds after revealing this only to win him back seconds later by reminding him that he is, in fact, a babygirl.

Oh, and there's also multiple other pairings including a teen who can see the future and the absolutely ancient 30 year old uncle who owns the racing garage who breaks down his walls, a pair of complete chaos boys who wear neon colors and have never had a thought that they didn't voice in their entire lives and don't care, a long term best friend pining man who is about to go full betrayal because he's basically an alpha incel but also has a very handsome man already flirting with his depressed ass every time he goes to the bar and there's more adopted alphas who all have such daddy issues that no one will ever be able to help them.

... I love this show so much.

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the-hittite · 3 months

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I never actually sat down and talked to Benny before. My first run through the game he bamboozled me good and every run after that I'd just kill him. This time around I'm making an effort to engage with the lore and characters closer so I made sure to hear him out completely.

I'm actually really surprised at how, well, sane he makes it all sound. I always just assumed he was a power hungry despot and there's definitely some of that in there. But his main motivation for overthrowing House is that he genuinely believes he'd make a better leader. Not because he thinks he's smarter or anything but because he actually knows how to lead. House leads Vegas the same way he ran his corporation. Invest capital, broker favorable deals, appoint competent subordinates, and then sit back and collect the profits. Problem is that his "employees" were tribals less than a decade ago and weren't raised in a corporate hierarchy. To them, this hands off approach looks at best like carelessness and at worst like an intentional insult. I'm finally starting to understand why the Omertas call him "Not-At-Home."

And the irony of the situation is that thanks to all of his scheming, Benny himself is disappearing for days or even weeks at a time and it's weakening his peoples' confidence in him. To the point that any brain damaged yahoo with a Speech of 45 can convince them to sell him out. Benny and House are more alike than either wants to admit.

But what really gets me is that the little shit bamboozled me again. He actually had me going with all that talk about working with him to take down House. I've been playing this game and engaging with the fandom for at least a decade. I should have known for an absolute fact that there was absolutely no way to side with him but the smooth talking son of a bitch actually had me doubting myself right up until the moment the guards came in. Absolutely fucking incredible. Babygirl of all time. I might actually let him live.

#fallout #fallout: new vegas #fnv

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jinkicake · 1 year

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Gentle Love

Tending to him while he is injured.

Diluc, Kaeya, Scaramouche, Xiao x Reader

A/N: My sweet diluc came home (again) within 20 pulls and then scara showed up another 30 pulls later… I call that a win, this is for them! my babygirls! Also, i may be falling for soft!scaramouche oh no!

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Diluc R.

“Oh, Diluc, what happened?”

The young winery owner wanted to avoid waking you. He did everything in his power to avoid it, he entered the house quietly and was nearly silent coming into your shared bedroom. It seems that there is nothing he can do to avoid your sixth sense, the one that is activated whenever he returns to you.

Diluc really didn’t want to worry you, he hates seeing the fear in your eyes and installing anxiety in your heart. He wishes it didn’t have to be this way.

“Go back to sleep,” He’s not even sure why he tried to command this of you, you’d never listen. You’re already in front of him before he can blink, your hands are hovering all over his body as your eyes widen in shock. It’s almost as if you’re afraid to touch him and harm him even further.

Diluc never comes back this injured.

“Please, Diluc, let me help you.” When you tug gently on his fingers, Diluc follows you without a second thought. There has never been a time where he’s been able to say ‘no’ to you. You pull him to the cushioned seats situated under one of the large bay windows and softly push his shoulders to get him to sit down. Diluc does so with no hesitation, he thumps against the material while trying to get his jacket off. His stiff muscles make this task nearly impossible to do and it’s only by your delicate fingers that he is able to drop the material down to the floor.

“Are you alright, my love?” You ask while working the buttons of his shirt and pushing the material to the side. The frown on your face only grows at the sight of the bruises starting to form on his skin. Diluc sucks in a deep breath.

“I’m fine, please do not worry so much-”

“How can’t I?” By the fiery look in your eyes, Diluc knows this was the wrong thing to say. He subtly drops his head, chin to his chest as he tries to hide from your disapproving gaze. You quietly sigh and reach again for his hands. The red tinting his knuckles makes your heart hurt. “I just want you to be safe.” You hold his hands to your chest, gently squeezing them in your hold before placing a kiss against his wrists.

“I know,” He hates to disappoint you, it pains Diluc more than his current injuries to let you down.

“But you can’t stop, huh?” His silence answers your question and you want to scoff. You want to let out all of your anger but, you know Diluc. Despite everything, you love and accept him for who he is. “Please just return to me safely each night, that is all I ask of you.”

Diluc gives you a soft smile, one reserved especially for you that never sees the light of day toward another.

“I promise, my love, for as long as I live.”

Kaeya A.

“Easy there, sweets,” Kaeya gently pushes your wrist away, wincing under the touch of your alcohol-infused cotton ball. You can’t help but scowl at him, he deserves every ounce of pain that this brings. “you know that you only need water to clean wounds, right?”

Not even his charming smile will work on you tonight, you’re far too upset to acknowledge it or him.

You continue to ignore Kaeya as you softly dab the cotton against his jaw and then against his throat. The scratches there make your heart ache and you try not to think about his bruised fingers and scratched-up forearms. You told him not to take the commission alone, the one that required his assistance from early morning to late in the evening. Hilichurl after hilichurl and abyss mage after abyss mage, Kaeya fought and took each one down that surrounded the walls and gates of Mondstadt.

You know it’s his job, you know you’re not supposed to get mad at him but, you hate to see him put himself on the line like that.

“Ignoring me, hm?” Kaeya peeks at you from under his lashes, lips slightly curling up at the heavy frown resting on your face. The pout of your lips is too cute, too much for the captain to handle. He wants to kiss you so badly, to feel the soft touch of your lips against his own-

“Ouch. My little busy bee, you need to be more gentle with that.” He grimaces as you dot at the large gash against his cheek even harder than before. Kaeya knows that you’re angry with him and that he deserves every ounce of the pain you inflict upon him but, must you be so harsh? “Shouldn’t you treat an injured man more delicately?”

That finally pisses you off and you throw down the cotton ball and towel onto the table before pushing yourself away. You had planned to leave and head straight for the door, leaving Kaeya to lick his own wounds by himself but, your boyfriend grabs you before you could even put the plan into motion. His large hand tightly grips your wrist and tugs you back into his lap. Try as you might, your strength is no match for him and you find yourself on the tops of his thighs before you even realize it.

“Forgive me,” Kaeya murmurs against your jaw before gently placing peck after peck against your throat. “I hate it when you’re upset with me.”

His touch melts your anger far faster than you care to admit. In fact, you’re mere putty in his hands as he squeezes your hips with his palms.

“I hate it when you act recklessly,” For the first time all night, you speak and Kaeya carefully looks at you. Your eyes are hard, resolve still intact as you glare down at him.

The captain will have to work for your forgiveness, that much is clear.

He laces his fingers with your own, bringing your hand up to his lips before kissing your knuckles. The entire act of affection is done with his eyes locked with your own.

“I know,”

Scaramouche

“Don’t touch me,” Scaramouche’s warning goes in one ear and out the other. Despite his cold tone and fighting spirit, you ignore him and focus on organizing the work in front of you.

The harbinger watches as you separate all the cotton balls and cotton swabs from one another before reaching for the bowl of water. “listen to me, wretched vermin.”

His half-assed threats make you roll your eyes. No matter how much he tries to verbally push you away, Scaramouche willingly lets you grab his hand. He allows you to look at the fresh cuts on his arm, no doubt from some mission that you won’t ever know the details about.

“You’re not bleeding,” You murmur and lean forward to look closer at his near-porcelain skin.

“Because I’m not hurt.” Scaramouche rips his arm away from your touch, almost holding the limb to his chest to expand the distance between the two of you.

“You aren’t?” At the touch of your hand against his cheek, Scaramouche flinches. His entire body stiffens and doesn’t relax even as you scoot closer to him. The bench inside his office now seems shorter than normal. “Look at me,” Your calm voice makes him wince and the look of terror and irritation refuses to leave his face. “look.” Much to his dismay, your fingers travel down to capture his jaw and force him to look down at you.

Scaramouche feels too vulnerable under your touch, under your gaze, and he nearly starts to shake. You seem to be looking right through him, directly to his core and to where his heart should be.

“What do you want from me?” He hisses and the sound does little to intimate you as you push his cheeks together, causing his lips to slightly pucker. Your soft smile, followed by a quiet chuckle, makes Scaramouche feel a little at ease.

“I want to make sure that you’re okay.” You continue to hold him still as you run your eyes over either side of his face then his throat and behind his neck. The light touch of your fingers makes his skin feel as if it is on fire, everything is burning hot the more that you linger near him.

“Because you’re the nurse?” He spits the word as if it offends him, as if you disgust him but, you pay no mind to that. Instead, you sigh and bring your hand back to your lap.

“Would it kill you to think of me as a friend?” Your dejection doesn’t make the harbinger feel strong as he had hoped, no, it makes him feel small. He watches as you put away your things into your medical bag and clasp it closed.

“Yes,” He whispers.

“Hmm, shame,” You shrug and stand up from his bench before making your way to his door. Right as you’re about to leave and finish stepping all over his emotional control, you look over your shoulder back at him. “I happen to quite like you, Scaramouche.”

Xiao

Xiao isn’t sure what compelled him to seek you out so late into the night. All he knows is that he is hurt and needs to be near you.

As much as it irritated him to bother you, to pull you from the book you were so eagerly invested in, he did so with slight hesitation.

“Why are you still awake?” His voice is quiet in the comfortable atmosphere of your room, outside he can hear the nature of Liyue through your open window and the peace that night has to offer.

Maybe that is what makes him feel more at ease.

“I got caught up in a light novel, it’s one that is very popular in Inazuma.” You seem happy to be helping him and Xiao doesn’t understand it. He expected more of a reaction from you but, you were entirely too calm in grabbing some cloth and pulling him to the empty chair at your desk. “What were you doing?”

Xiao silently mulls over his words as you lightly dab at an open wound on his shoulder. Some pathetic Fatui scum, no longer in this world, had gotten him when he wasn’t looking. He rarely gets injured like this but, then again, he rarely has to deal with an entire Fatui army.

In the morning, he will have to deliver this delicate information to someone else.

“Watching over Liyue,” He isn’t confident in these words and isn’t sure that they are going to satisfy you but, to his surprise, you simply hum in acknowledgment. You carefully lift his arm before wrapping up his shoulder with some gauze, making sure to secure some pads against his wound underneath the medical material.

“As long as you’re happy,” You gently press a kiss to his cheek before heading back to your bed. The entire interaction makes Xiao extremely confused. He sits still for a few moments, blinking slowly before turning to face you. You’re now laid comfortable with the book in your hands and your eyes running across the words on each page.

Xiao pushes himself out of the chair and walks towards you, he stands at the side of your mattress and continues to just watch you. At your limited reaction, that of which being nothing, Xiao settles down beside you.

“Don’t lay on that side, Xiao!” You scold him and quickly get up to switch sides with him. “Lay on your back!” Your outburst fills him with warmth and provides the Adepti with a sense of comfort. The touch of your fingers against his arm helps Xiao relax into the sheet. You then scoot closer to him before wrapping your arm around his waist.

“Will you sleep with me tonight?” It’s all you ever ask of him.

“Yes.”

“Good, then we can eat breakfast in the morning and I can convince you to stop doing work at night.” You press your cheek into his chest and gently squeeze your arms around his waist. “Right?”

Xiao can’t think of any reason to say no. His lips find the top of your head and he rests his body against your own.

“Right.”

#diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #diluc ragnivindr x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #scaramouche x y/n #xiao x you

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doumadono · 1 year

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Upper Moons 1-3 & submissive s/o - NSFW headcanons

Requested by: anonymous

MASTERLIST

Akaza

Witnessing his significant other in lingerie would swiftly provoke Akaza's transformation into a more dominant figure within the confines of the bedroom. The mere sight would ignite an intense flame within him, prompting Akaza to initiate with gradual and tender actions, consisting of gentle caresses and delicate kisses

Initially, he experienced significant unease, concerned that he might be pressuring his significant other into a submissive role and worried that there were certain actions he shouldn't take. However, after you clarified your desires and expressed how genuinely thrilled it made you, his apprehension transformed into excitement

Akaza would have a daddy kink for sure. Call him daddy once and it would instantly transform sex from vanilla to dominant. His fingers lightly caressing your backside before he spanks your ass harshly. “Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?”

Demanding you get onto your knees to suck his dick, he's gently intertwining his fingers in your hair, he delicately adjusts the angle of your head as he face-fucks you; the sound of you gagging around his dick would really spur him on

Akaza would definitely catch you off guard by grabbing your wrists in his hands and holding them above your head/behind your body. Tying you up would be one of his biggest kinks

The noises his s/o makes would really excite him as he teases your body. Akaza's primary motivation for enjoying a dominant position lies in the significant ego boost he experiences while observing you struggle beneath him

If Akaza was being excessively rough with his s/o, he would still take measures to ensure their well-being. He would occasionally squeeze your hips in a reassuring manner, checking for any signs of pain or concern through eye contact

Kokushibo

Kokushibo's vulgar discourse would undoubtedly be characterized by its ruthlessly crude nature. “Is that all you can handle, Y/N? I think you can take more than that.” or “Look at your wet pussy, is that for me?”

In an intimate moment with Kokushibo, he prefers to maintain eye contact. If you were to avert your gaze or close your eyes, he might respond by pausing or adjusting the pace, emphasizing the importance of maintaining that connection. “Look at me, babygirl.” This reason is why he wouldn’t be into blindfolds. Observing your eyes as you reach climax is undeniably alluring

Kokushibo's inclinations would lean towards the practice of edging, finding pleasure in the tantalizing art of delaying gratification. This demon, known for his unwavering pursuit of power and pleasure, would likely derive immense satisfaction from testing the limits of his s/o. “Not yet, princess. Do you think you deserve to come? Beg for it.”

Kokushibo would catch you by surprise when he thrusts back into you, starting a harsh pace as he rubs quick circles around your clit to try and get you to climax faster. “Come for me, Y/N.” The sound of his deep voice adding to the sensation as your climax washes over you

Kokushibo, being dominant, prioritizes ensuring his partner's pleasure by focusing on multiple orgasms. He doesn't give you a chance to settle down after your first climax, relentlessly pursuing a second one for you

His favourite place to come is inside you. He would bite down on your neck as he fucks you, his orgasm approaching

Douma

Challenging or responding with sass to Douma would often lead to him asserting his dominance swiftly. It wouldn't take long for him to take control, leaving little room for defiance

Douma possesses captivating and intense eyes, and engaging in eye contact with his s/o is one of the most exhilarating aspects of his dominance in the bedroom. It's a powerful and swift method for arousing his partner, and he's well aware of its effectiveness. Moreover, the act of maintaining eye contact significantly arouses Douma himself, adding to the mutual excitement between them

He takes immense pleasure in undressing his s/o, relishing the captivating view of you standing bare before him while he remains mostly clothed. Douma's hands glide across your entire form, delicately tracing each curve

One of his favourite things to do would be to tie his s/o up and/or blindfold you. When you're blindfolded, your other senses become more acute and sensitive and Douma loves running his hands along your body while you’re blindfolded, randomly licking or sucking exposed parts of your skin

Douma finds great delight in teasing his s/o on numerous occasions. He takes pleasure in playfully taunting you, often with a mischievous smirk adorning his face. Douma's teasing nature is fueled by a combination of genuine affection and a desire to provoke entertaining reactions from his partner. His remarks can range from playful banter to more provocative teasing, carefully testing your limits and pushing your buttons in a calculated manner

Expect edging or orgasm denial - partly because he enjoys watching his s/o squirm in ecstasy beneath him, relishing the pleasure they experience. Consequently, he's determined to prolong the intimate moments and not let them come to an end too quickly

Giving his s/o oral is one of Douma's favourite things to do. The way you moan and buck your hips underneath him as he licks your slit, sucking your clit into his mouth - it's driving him nuts

He’ll definitely make you beg before penetrating you, adding to his love for being the dominant one. “Tell me what you want, princess. Use your words."

When Douma is fucking his s/o, he’ll maintain eye contact but will also over-stimulate you by rubbing your clit. "That's my little lotus, I know you can take it, just relax."

Douma appreciates moments of physical closeness and intimacy, but he may not seek out cuddling immediately after sex. While he may not engage in traditional cuddling, he expresses his affection and care for his partner through other means - this could include gentle touches and whispers of affection

#douma headcanons #akaza headcanons #kokushibo headcanons #kny headcanons #douma #akaza #kokushibo #kokushibo x reader #douma x reader #akaza x reader #akaza x reader smut #douma x reader smut #kokushibo x reader smut #request completed #douma x you #kokushibo x you #akaza x you #kny imagines

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yuujisuku · 2 months

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little smutty drabble i made for all my moots and sukuna fuckers!! just know im sending yall love telepathically if you hear "I LOV U SM I WOULD TAKE A BULLET FOR U" in ur head thats not psychosis thats MEEE!!

tags: aged gap fic (both are over 21+ tho!) ceo sugar daddy sukuna, use of babygirl/daddy but grill this aint dd/g I SWEAR, this could be seen as bunny girl if u want cus reader is horny for this dilf asf and so am i, breeding kink

“Ohh, I love how you're soaked for me right now, princess. Did my babygirl miss me?”

Sukuna coos and he rubs his fingers up and down your soaked pussy. You're whimpering and silently begging him to ram his cock inside you so deep until you pass out. You're on your stomach with your ass arched up so high it's practically grazing his nose.

“Please, daddy! I need it! I want you to make me cum!” You cry out when he shoves three fingers inside your needy pussy and chuckles at how desperate you look with the blood rushing to your face and breasts as he fucks his fingers into your tight wet hole.

“Look how desperate you are for me, little girl. You couldn't even wait for me to walk into the door until you were all over me.” You whine at how cocky he sounds about it, but you just missed him so much. You guys were going to spend the day together until one of his employees called him for an emergency meeting, and he said it was urgent so he couldn't just leave it be.

You whine and cry as his fingers relentlessly push inside your pussy and curve up so he can play with your sweet spot. The pleasure feels like you're about to explode and you can't help but squirm as you feel yourself about to tip over the edge.

Just as you're about to cum he pulls his fingers out and shushes you as you cry and whine about how much you crave his cock. “Be patient, bunny. I want you to cum on my cock instead of my fingers.”

“Please daddy, hurry up! I need to cum! I need your cock please!! It hurts!” You should feel embarrassed at how eager and desperate you sound but it looks like Sukuna is just as eager as you. He has that cocky smile as he's quickly unbuckling his belt so he can pound inside his cute baby bunny since she's so desperate to be bred by his fat cock.

You feel you can't take the pain of not being filled up by him at this point that you want to scream so he can hurry up and fuck you already, but your prayers are answered because Sukuna slams into you from behind and you cry out from how good his cock feels as it stretches and fills you up.

“That's it babygirl, you take my cock so well! Don't worry bunny, Daddy's going to take care of you.”

His cock soothes you and always makes you feel better after a long day, you admit to yourself that you're way too attached to him. You crave Sukuna all day long and when he unexpectedly got a call from his company you got so upset that they were taking him away from you so suddenly when it was supposed to be a day for just the both of you to spend time together.

Sukuna thrusts are powerful and fast, pounding inside you until you see stars and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You hear the sound of skin slapping and the sound of your wetness squelching as your pussy takes his cock deep inside. The pleasure is building up so quickly that you feel like you're going to explode any second from how good he's filling you up.

Sukuna growls, loving how your pussy sucks in his cock and clenches around him with each thrust. You were made for him and only him. “Gonna cum inside you, babydoll. Yeah? Is that what you want? You want me to cum inside you so that you can have my pink haired babies? Ahah! That's right! You love it! Your pussy is fluttering around me like you want it.”

That's the thing: Sukuna is right. You don't want him to pull out. You've been thinking about his babies for a while now. You want your daddy to breed you and have your belly swollen with his babies. You want him to cum inside you and you don't want him to stop until there's no more cum left.

“Yes, yes, yes! I want your cute pink haired babies, ‘Kuna! Please!”

Sukuna suddenly flips you over and shoves his cock back inside you, flipping up your thighs so that he's taking you in a matting press, wanting to make sure all of his cum stays inside you.

He presses his forehead to yours, looking into your eyes that look up back at him with so adoration as he takes your pussy. He doesn't ever need any reassurance. He knows you love him, that you love all of him. He thinks your belly would look so cute swollen up with his babies but he also knows you would be a great mommy.

Sukuna feels his orgasm building up as well as yours. You're shaking in excitement and pleasure, ready to be filled up with his creamy white cum.

“You can cum, baby. Cum for me. Fuck!” Sukuna snarls as he's about to blow his load into you but he wants you to cum first, reaching down to play with your puffy clit that's aching for his thumb.

His thick cock and his thumb circling around your clit is enough to send you over the edge. You cry out finally as your cum milks his cock. Sukuna finally releases inside you, lifting you a bit so he can make sure you take all his cum inside your womb, wanting nothing to spill out with your legs in the air. Gosh, he can't wait until his beautiful girl is pregnant with his pink haired babies.

You feel so full and you're content. You're just happy that he's back and he's with you. You know he isn't going to leave again since everything has been resolved. You press kisses to Sukuna's eyebrow, his cheek, and you slide your lips down his jaw. He chuckles as you press hot kisses to the underside of his jaw, wrapping your hands around his thick neck.

“Baby, you want to eat something before we go another round?” He asks as he kisses your shoulder, and you're glad he does because now you realize you're also hungry for some dumplings and rice. (Other than his cock of course)

#ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna x you #sukuna x reader fanfic #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna smut

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linos-luna · 17 days

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Can you give various kinks to each skz member?

Sounds good! Sorry for super late response! 😭

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Skz Kinks Headcannons ❣️

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, MDNI

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Chan

DDLG (Soft dom and Hard dom)

I know… typical. But! It’s so true! For the most part he’s the soft daddy that’s loves to praise and spoil you. He loves when you call him daddy. You’re his babygirl. But he is fairly strict… if you break rules he will be rough. Hard dom will come out and you will be punished. He’s merciless when giving punishment! So don’t break the rules…

Minho

Spanking and Pet Play

Are you surprised? You shouldn’t be. Minho LOVES spanking you. Sometimes hard and sometimes playfully. The sense of power he gets from bending you over and spanking you turns him on so much. He also likes squeezing your thighs a bit for fun. Minho also loves to make you his sweet kitty. You’ll wear cat ears and a collar. You’re expected to wear a cute skirt and crawl. He loves it so much. You better do it… or else….

Changbin

Degradation and humiliation

God, he loves it so much! Call him dirty, call him a slut. It doesn’t matter what you call him. Humiliate him by putting him in compromising positions and slap him around like a toy. Tell him you just wanna use him like a toy. Heck, objectify him. He will love it

Hyunjin

Hair pulling and Praise Kink

This boy will be putty in your hands if you call him a pretty boy. It’s his favorite praise. He loves when you praise him! He also has a thing for hair pulling. He gets so aroused when you pull his hair. He’s not exactly sure why and it embarrassed him at first but he’s accepted it. Pull it, tease him, and call him pretty boy. He loves it!

Han

Pet Play (Puppy Play?)

At first he was embarrassed to admit it. But eventually he didn’t care. If he’s good , Han will get on his knees for you and willingly wear his collar. When bad, you punish him and make him beg for forgiveness by licking your shoe. You’ll deny his orgasms and pleasure yourself in front of him to teach him. Lowkey he may have a pain kink. He loves when you punish him. Spanking, slapping, anything! He loves it!

Felix

Mommy Kink

He just wants to be good for mommy. Felix is pretty compliant and obedient. He loves sucking your breasts and twisting your nipples— kinda hurts tho 😭. He wants to be your perfect babyboy. Heck, he loves being spoiled. But sometimes he can be a little bratty. Maybe he does it on purpose? Maybe he likes being punished? Who knows? Even the smallest touches from you will get him aroused.

Seungmin

Dacryphilia… with a slight tinge of sadist

Seungmin seems so sweet and quiet but that’s just a front. Sexually, He loves bringing you to tears. Whether it’s rough fucking or harsh spanking. He’ll do anything to make you cry. Don’t worry, he won’t do so without your consent. — he’s not that crazy— There’s always a safe word. Although… he may like a little more than just your crying…

Jeongin

Sensory stuff? — specifically being blindfolded

Jeongin loves when you blindfold him. It gets his heart going and excited. With his vision blocked, every touch feels sensitive and he’s so vulnerable to you. He’ll whimper and moan, maybe even cry a little as you touch him. Suck him off when he’s blindfolded and he’ll go crazy. but be gentle with him. He just wants to be your good babyboy after all.

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