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shootingmorningstar · 10 days
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⠀╰┈➤ WRITER INTRO @@ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ welcome, welcome .ᐟ 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 to be making your acquaintance, my loves. you can call me 𝐤͟𝐢͟𝐭͟𝐭͟𝐲͟. i am 𝟐͟𝟎͟ yrs old && use 𝐬𝐡𝐞 / 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 prns. my favorite colors are 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 && 𝐫𝐞𝐝 and i adore all things 𝐡͟𝐨͟𝐫͟𝐫͟𝐨͟𝐫͟. goth girl && lover of 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬. the art in my profile picture was drawn for me as a gift from my dear friend 𝐛͟𝐮͟𝐧͟𝐧͟𝐢͟ of my favorite hazbin oc 𝐞̀͟͟𝐭͟𝐢͟𝐧͟𝐜͟𝐞͟𝐥͟𝐥͟𝐞͟ ͟ -- you m͟a͟y͟ hear me talk of her or share art on occasion. 𝐧𝐨𝐰, allow me to take you on a 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫 of my page, hm .ᐣ
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˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ i'll be writing everything from 𝐡͟𝐞͟𝐚͟𝐝͟𝐜͟𝐚͟𝐧͟𝐨͟𝐧͟𝐬͟ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬͟𝐜͟𝐞͟𝐧͟𝐚͟𝐫͟𝐢͟𝐨͟𝐬͟ to ͟𝐟͟𝐢͟𝐜͟𝐥͟𝐞͟𝐭͟𝐬͟ ͟ && 𝐨𝐧͟𝐞͟𝐬͟𝐡͟𝐨͟𝐭͟𝐬͟.͟ a small note ahead of time ; fic requests take m͟u͟c͟h͟ more energy to write. they will likely take a decent amount of time 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞. i will happily take both sfw & 𝐧͟𝐬͟𝐟͟𝐰͟ requests, so 𝐧͟͟͟𝐬͟͟͟𝐟͟͟͟𝐰͟͟͟ ͟𝐜͟𝐨͟𝐧͟𝐭͟𝐞͟𝐧͟𝐭͟ WILL be present on this page. 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, in an effort to keep my page friendly to 𝐞͟𝐯͟𝐞͟𝐫͟𝐲͟𝐨͟𝐧͟𝐞͟, nsfw posts will be tagged accordingly and hid under a cut. i ask that minors 𝐝𝐨 𝐧͟𝐨͟𝐭͟ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 with such posts. that being said .ᐣ be as thirsty in my requests as you want, darlings.
⠀ ✧˚ · while this is mainly an x͟ ͟r͟e͟a͟d͟e͟r͟ blog, i am also open to c͟h͟a͟r͟a͟c͟t͟e͟r͟ ͟x͟ ͟c͟h͟a͟r͟a͟c͟t͟e͟r͟ requests, as well as c͟h͟a͟r͟a͟c͟t͟e͟r͟ ͟m͟a͟t͟c͟h͟u͟p͟s͟. for match-ups, send me details about 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 or your 𝐨𝐜 and i'll pick the character i feel you're 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 paired with. can be platonic, too.
⠀ ✧˚ · now that that's out of the way ; 𝐨𝐧𝐞 more thing. i have the most experience in writing both 𝐟͟𝐞͟𝐦͟𝐚͟𝐥͟𝐞͟ && 𝐠͟𝐞͟𝐧͟𝐝͟𝐞͟𝐫͟ ͟-͟ ͟𝐧͟𝐞͟𝐮͟𝐭͟𝐫͟𝐚͟𝐥͟ readers, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 in nsfw, so they are what i'm most comfortable writing for. this does 𝐧𝐨𝐭 mean i am against taking 𝐦͟𝐚͟𝐥͟𝐞͟ reader rqs. i just want to inform that like fics, they will likely have a l͟o͟n͟g͟e͟r͟ ͟c͟o͟m͟p͟l͟e͟t͟i͟o͟n͟ ͟t͟i͟m͟e͟.
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⠀ ⠀ ╰┈➤ 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ i will be taking requests for 𝐚͟𝐥͟𝐥͟ hazbin hotel characters minus v͟a͟l͟e͟n͟t͟i͟n͟o͟, and 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 helluva boss characters. this blog is 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, but i enjoy hb as well.
⠀ ✧˚ · alastor is 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 aroace, and so he will remain so in my works -- but both asexuality and aromanticism are 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐬, so he is capable of engaging in both, but it will be mentioned && handled with respect.
✧˚ · * like alastor, angel dust has a more strict sexuality -- i will n͟o͟t͟ be accepting romantic requests with angel dust and a 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. gender neutral and male only .ᐟ
✧˚ · * 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 is the author's favorite. ♡
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˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ any requests containing ͟𝐭͟𝐚͟𝐛͟𝐨͟𝐨͟ ͟/ ͟𝐢͟𝐥͟𝐥͟𝐞͟𝐠͟𝐚͟𝐥͟ tropes, kinks, ships or relationships will be ͟𝐢͟𝐦͟𝐦͟𝐞͟𝐝͟𝐢͟𝐚͟𝐭͟𝐞͟𝐥͟𝐲͟ ͟𝐝͟𝐞͟𝐥͟𝐞͟𝐭͟𝐞͟𝐝͟.͟ ͟ unhealthy relationships can be explored and will be marked accordingly, but 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 crossing those boundaries will be accepted.
✧˚ · * i am 𝐨𝐧𝐞 writer, and i am not currently looking for admins. be polite with your rqs and do 𝐧𝐨𝐭 rush me. your rq will 𝐧𝐨𝐭 be written if i feel pressured to do so. just 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞. i struggle with mental health issues and will not always have the energy to write.
✧˚ · * do not condone homophobia, transphobia, etc of any sort. this blog is a 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 for all.
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ladyofhellhounds · 1 year
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Hello could I please request Bale!Bruce wayne taking care of drunk fem!reader headcanons
The very first night
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(not my gif)
Requested: Yes
Warnings: Nope, being drunk or alcohol is a warning?
A/N: Might edit later
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°Bruce is a sweetheart when it comes to his girlfriend
°Being Batman has made him even more paranoic about Gotham at night, that's why he make sure someone always picks you up from work,parties,etc.
°Sometimes he picks you up tho
°So, one night after a lot of work your friends invited you for drinks that obviously everyone needed.
°Living with him means you let him know when you're gonna be late, thing that he never does but that topic is for another time
°At that hour he's already out patrolling the city , even though he's used to the disaster in Gotham it's never easy for him thinking you're out there where you could be hurt
°Being Bruce's Wayne gf has a lot of disadvantages but also good things, one of them being the club owner knowing who you are and giving you and ur friends free rounds that are happily taken
°Drinking all those shots was definitely not a good idea, everybody knew that, especially your friend who called Wayne manor in order to get someone to pick you up after seeing you wasted
°Again, Bruce was patrolling so Alfred let him know he needed to go get you
° "Master Bruce, a friend of Ms. y/n called, apparently she's not able to come home on her own so you might need to pick her up. I'm sending you the address" Poor man sounded tired, after all it was about 01:30 am
  "Now?" Alfred said yes "Alright, I'll go get her. Thanks "
°Now your tired and very busy boyfriend was driving to the club you were in. Once he got in he had to push people away from him, everybody was like "OMG, that's Bruce Wayne!" and it was really annoying. It was quick, he got you and in less than 10 minutes he was out in the car with you, a giggling mess
° "Dear, please stop moving I'm trying to button the seat belt" He sighed
   "You are so handsome" Your eyes were closed, your face blushing and a soft smile on your lips "Do you have a girlfriend?" He laughed
  "Oh I do, she's really pretty but doesn't know how to drink" He moved to the driver's seat
"She sounds silly" He chuckled and started the car
"Maybe, but she's smart and kind, she also has the biggest heart I've ever seen in a person"  You smiled at him
"Wait!" You screamed in the form of a whisper "Where are we going?" He quickly took a glance at your glassy eyes
"Y/n I'm taking you home" You calmed down
"Oh, okay...but no! I have a boyfriend, he's not gonna like that!" He laughed again, feeling his heart melting because of your cuteness
"Sweetheart,  I am your boyfriend" It was too late, when he looked at you you were already asleep in your seat
°This was a whole new experience for him, he had many hookups but never felt love for any of them. This was the first time he took time to properly take care of a girlfriend,  he never felt like he wanted to do it because it seemed a waste of time. But not with you, he truly loved you.
°Once you arrived home he carried you bridal style towards your bedroom where he took your clothes of in order to help you change
° "Y/n, please stop squirming dear, I'm trying to put your pajamas on" He was holding your left arm
  "Nooo Brucie, I don't want to" An octopus probably moves less than you in that moment
"Do you wanna sleep in your underwear?" He joked
"Yes!" You stared right into his eyes "I don't want clothes"
"I was joking love, c'mon" He left to the bathroom to get something to take your makeup off and when he came back you were almost asleep, again
°What could he do? He didn't know ,that's why he just put you under the covers and kissed you goodnight. It was the very first night of him experiencing you being drunk and he honestly wasn't sure how to proceed. He was scared of feelings, after all he has abandonment issues .
°It still was late at night, Batman should be out patrolling the city and Bruce knew it, he started to change into the suit when he heard your voice, way less louder than before, almost like a whisper, a shy one.
° "Bruce...do you have to leave?" You were hugging the duvet while staring at his back "I don't want you to leave...I get worried when you do" You sounded more sobber but he clearly knew you weren't, you just were more calm
  "You don't have to worry sweetie, I'll be fine" Bruce was already kneeling right next to your nightstand and he kissed your forehead
"No you're not. What about that time with Bane? or with Scarecrow? You weren't fine , you told me you were really scared, sometimes doing the right thing means to take care of yourself, you are important, Brucie,more than the Bat" You were still laying down in bed holding his hand
"I..." He didn't know what to say, after all you were right .Someone caring so much for him was scary and beautiful at the same time, he wanted to be happy for once.He didn't want you to worry about him but also understood it's your own way to show your love. "I'll stay if that's what you want" Leaving Batman behind was hard and now he was the one worrying, Bruce knew that his life as a vigilante had become some kind of obsession, the kind that could ruin a relationship, so in order to keep you by his side he tried to leave the bat away from time to time...baby steps
"Really!? I love you! Come here with me!" There it was again, the loud voice he loved so much. No one had ever been so happy to be with him and even after dating you for a while he still felt the butterflies. He changed and got in bed with you.
"Bruce, do you remember the very first night we slept together?" You giggled as he nodded "That was the night I knew you were the one, I was scared you didn't feel the same 'cause I obviously am not like the models you used to go out or rich or someone like you and for some time I thought I was gonna die alone and with no one to love me because I was damaged. But now I'm happy to be here with you...Wayne, you are everything I've ever dreamed of, you my batsy, are better than prince Charming." He felt like crying but didn't and insted he stared you shining big eyes "I might not remember this in the morning but I'm sorry for making you take care of me, I know you wanted to do the Batsy thing" You kissed his cheek and heard his heartbeat, lulling yourself to sleep
"Y/n" He hugged you and u hummed "I want you to be my wife and the mother of my children, will you? Please" He knew you were the one, not Selina,not a model, not a pretentious upper class woman, you. His pretty girlfriend he met at the orphanage playing with the kids, you were better than everything he ever fantasized about, better than the girls in romance novels. His beautiful girl, the one that made him feel alive again after all the shit he's been through, the one who made his heart warm again. "I'm aware that I'm not perfect nor the best boyfriend...but I can work on it, the way I love you is...different, good different. I spent my life in deep regret and because of it I've been neglecting myself believing I didn't deserve love or anything good but now I see love is possible and it's golden. You're the woman I want to spend my life with, to have children with and even if we don't have them it's alright because we could be together, so please, please y/n, marry me"
°Unfortunately you were just falling asleep when he pretty much begged you, he saw your eyes closed and sighed, disappointed that you didn't listen his heart
°Secret is, you heard everything and were ready to answer the next morning
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ibukis-songbook · 1 year
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Here's me wishing for any sort of dom!Kiibo thoughts you've got, if you feel like it? Your imagines got me daydreaming and now I can't stop! (Huge fan, by the way! Seeing you on my dashboard always brightens my day, even when it's just a little message about how you're doing or something.)
soft dom Kiibo headcanons
Awe thank you sweetie! I’m so happy I can make your day! <3 Comments like these make mine. Anyways, I love dom Kiibo too. I don’t want to lewd the robot, I want the robot to lewd ME. Sorry this has taken me so long to get out. Writer’s block is the worst.
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CW: NSFW, gn reader, dom/sub relationships, dom Kiibo, sub reader, I operate under the assumption that Kiibo has both a sex drive and a dick
.。.:*☆♥︎♫♪—————— ↫ l l ↬ ——————♪♫♥︎☆*:.。.
Arctic Monkeys - Kneesocks
Roxanne - Chase Atlantic
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Kiibo is totally a soft dom. I think getting him to be a hard dom would require him to be very very very worked up
If you catch my drift
But he’s down for a lot, even as a soft dom.
Remember guys: soft doms are still doms, and are not the same as service tops!
Kiibo is a tad overconfident in himself on the lowkey, so I think he’d actually take better to domming than most would assume.
Kiibs loves taking care of his s/o, pampering them in bed and making the most of the experience.
He also loves the feeling of knowing you trust him to be the one calling the shots.
He’s not experienced in sex at all, so a d/s relationship would likely be introduced after a few lessons in vanilla lovemaking.
Speaking of lovemaking, Kiibo sees all sex as an act of love. Even if you’re just feeling in the mood, to him, being your partner in the bedroom, dom or not, is just another way of him being able to express his affection for you.
Kiibo’s a bit of an experimentalist. His only harsh limits are really hurting you. Biting, pinching, and things are fine, but harsh punishments and extreme impact play are out of the question.
The hardest things he’s probably into would be marking you or overstimulating you.
He loves watching you squirm and writhe in pleasure, hearing you beg him for more.
Or beg him to slow down. But with the way your hips move against him, he really can’t control himself.
Or, or, beg him to give you anything while he edges you.
“You look so desperate right now. Say you need me again. Tell me how much you love it and maybe I’ll reward you.”
Knowing how much you crave him drives him up the wall. Watching you shake makes him remember how fragile and sensitive humans are. He just wants to watch as your body contorts in pleasure as he brings you to the brink and brings you back again and again.
He finds it really cute how you whimper for him while he teases you with his tongue or fingers before giving you what you really want.
He praises you until you can’t think or speak. He’ll make sure you know for certain all the things he loves about you, no matter how embarrassing you think they are. He can’t help but comment on how well you follow instructions, how good you are for him, and how much he loves you.
When Kiibo’s the dom, he prefers to be on the giving end. It’s slippery and silicone and fits you so perfectly (thanks to Miu).
Poor boy tends to get really lost in the moment. He’s totally sex drunk the second he slips in, and this is when he tends to get a bit rough (you know, for him).
He’ll overheat and pant and whine, telling you how tight and warm you are, and how he loves you and wants to see your face when you cum around him. His voice will malfunction but he’d never stop talking, praising you constantly.
“S/o…s/o.~ Hhaahh, s-so t-t-t-iiiiIIIiight. Ba…baaaaAAAaaabyyyy~~~. Ahh, ahhmmnnn…sssSSs/oooOOO!~”
As soon as the two of you are finished, he’ll pull you close to his chest and scan your vitals, making sure you’re alright.
Aftercare with Kiibo is wonderful, provided he isn’t low on charge. Careful not to let him overwork himself.
He dotes on you a lot afterwards. Domdrop for him can hit hard though, so make sure to tell him he did good too! 
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annooniemous · 2 years
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the-weasley-simp · 10 months
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I feel like Ron weasley would be that lover to make you change out of a short skirt if you were around his brothers, Harry, or any potential competition for him.
Additional note: they aren't actually competition but Ron is Ron.
Ron: love, go change into some pants.
Lover: why? I thought you liked this skirt?
Ron: I do, but when you bend over, Harry can see your whole arse.
Lover: I doubt he minds. He only sees me as a friend and your girlfriend.
Ron: yes, but he's also a virgin.
Lover: .......
Harry: According to your sister, not for much longer.
I also like to think Harry claps back hard on Ron. He's usually kind and polite but when time calls for it and Ron is involved, lol
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ageingfangirl2 · 6 months
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NEW BLOG! ENOUGH SAID!
I now have 3 blogs on Tumblr (had 5 at one point but can't remember names or logins for the life of me)
This blog will be dedicated to anime imagines and fanfictions (both smut and fluff)
Requests Are Open!
Shows I currently watch (rewatch)/write for:
. One Piece (anime or LA)
. Spy X Family
. Ouran High School Host Club
. Full Metal Alchemist
. Black Butler
. Fire Force
. Tokyo Ghoul
. Goblin Slayer
. Vampire Knight
. Seven Deadly Sins
. Haikyuu
. Dance With Devils
. Obey Me!
More To Be Added (so much anime so little time)
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shining-imagines · 2 years
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Hello! Love to see a new blog! Good luck with future works~
How about Quartet Night + how would they kiss you?
im sorry this took so long but!!! im alive!!!!! and thank you thank you i hope to try and keep the utapri fandom alive lol
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QUARTET NIGHT KISS HEADCANONS
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Reiji Kotobuki
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now we all know how flirty reiji is lol so he would definitely not hold back in a kiss
he would give it his all because he wants to show you just how much he loves you!
verrrryyyyy teasy too, he likes to brush his lips right against yours but not kiss you juuuuuust yet
but when you pout at him he gives in lol
if you kiss him first he calls you naughty or bad but obviously in a playful way and not a mean way, he just likes to tease you
hes very needy and affectionate so expect lots of kisses whenever and wherever, such as gentle hand kisses in public and more intense making out when you two are alone ;)
Ranmaru Kurosaki
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first thing im gonna say is this man is rough and sloppy as hell lol
he tries his best he really does (and that isnt to say hes a bad kisser at all) but he just has a lot of heat and emotion that he cant really hold back, especially around you
he is literally the type of the guy to be like. really passionate and rough and the second you two are alone he grabs you and kisses you hard lol
really impatient and doesnt like being teased also, not a big fan of teasing you either cuz he just goes for it most of the time
kisses you everywhere ;) like literally all over
but can be gentle if you ask him to!! he just needs to be taught a little bit lol
Ai Mikaze
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this boy is definitely sooo gentle but also doesnt have a lot of experience with kissing people (or anything really)
not quite sure what to do at first and if you ask him to be more dominant he will genuinely try but still not really know what to do so fair warning he might accidentally shove his tongue down your throat
but once he gets the hang of it hes sooooo gentle, really big on forehead kisses and hand kisses and cute stuff like that
but as he gets more experienced he also gets more confident and takes the initiative to kiss you more
kinda forgets that you have to breathe sometimes so be careful lol
overall hes gentle but can be spicy when he needs to be!
Camus
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MAN
will literally change his style and technique into anything you want in order to please you
gentle kisses? he goes into butler mode
rough kisses? he gets all dominant and shit like its nothing
but when you leave it up to him to decide hes kind of in between those two extremes, but he really just seeks to please you
he definitely like to place a hand under your chin and tilt your head up to face him 100% guaranteed
but other than that i dont really know lolz
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destiny2imagines · 2 years
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oldhollywoodimagines · 6 months
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Requests
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Bold purple font means I’m working on it.
Bold blue font means it will be posted soon.
Bold green font means it’s not a request it’s just something I came up with.
Crossed out means it’s done.
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Atticus Finch x reader
Atticus Finch x reader
Three Stooges, Curly x Girlfriend reader - Curly eats too much at Thanksgiving.
Curly x reader - domestic bliss while anticipating their first child.
Atticus Finch x reader - reader takes care of a sick Atticus.
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ricciardosheart · 10 months
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Hey everyone !! Hannah here, I write pretty much smut and angsty stories, here is the master list and here you can send in you POV's and requests. Open to everything and everyone.
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harrrystyles-writing · 10 months
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Yes, Sir! —Capítulo 13
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Personagens: Professor! Harry x Estudante!Aurora. (Aurora tem 23 anos e Harry tem 35)
Aviso: +18, o capítulo está dividido em dois pontos de vista, que serão sinalizados com os nomes para identificar o início do pov.
NotaAutora:Um pouco demorado para sair, mas aprecie a leitura 🥰
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Aurora
Eu voltei para o meu quarto aquela noite e mal consegui dormir, eu só pensava em Harry e em sua proposta. Sexo com ele nunca me cansava, acho que nunca iria, eu sempre vou querer aquele homem, mas eu tinha que admitir que fiquei meio assustada de que talvez se eu estivesse por perto o tempo todo, talvez Harrh se cansaria de mim, tudo entre nós ainda era tão recente, nós havíamos acabado de ditar nossas regras e de repente eu estaria indo morar com ele.
Será que eu estou me precipitando?
Eu já não sei mais, mas foi ele quem me chamou, certo? Mas será que ele tá falando sério? Ou talvez ele só tenha feito isso para me ver longe de Stive?!
Suspirei fundo socando o colchão tentando voltar a dormir, mas meus pensamentos continuavam a atormentar, então me levantei, fui para o banheiro tomar um banho e espairecer minha mente.
Enquanto a água corria pelo meu corpo, eu estava pensando em Harry, no que eu sentia por ele e acho que estou me apaixonando de verdade por ele, ele era bom comigo, de todos os caras que já conheci ele foi o único que demonstrou estar verdadeiramente preocupado comigo, ele tem sido muito prestativo me oferecendo a sua casa, isso me deixava um pouco insegura porque nunca tive tanto afeto de pessoa na minha vida, mas de uma maneira estranha eu me sentia segura com ele, eu gostava do som da sua voz e como ela me acalmava, não me cansava de estar com ele, conversar com ele, gostava quando ele me abraçava apertado, me chamando de docinho, como se gostasse mais de mim do que deixava transparecer, gostava quando ele me tratava com importância, como se eu fosse dele.
Talvez eu finalmente estivesse perdidamente apaixonada por ele.
Sentia-me uma tonta só em estar pensando isso, desenvolver uma paixão boba não era completamente um absurdo, mas não era a melhor opção para nós agora.
Ele era meu professor, eu não deveria estar me apaixonando por um homem adulto bem mais velho que eu e esperar que ele simplesmente me aceite em sua vida. Harry já estava arriscando tanto, eu não poderia pedir a ele para arriscar ainda mais levando o que tínhamos a outro nível. Isso seria irracional, ele perderia o emprego ou pior e eu estava bem ciente disso, eu tinha que colocar em minha cabeça que eu nunca poderia ter um relacionamento normal com Harry Styles.
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Na manhã seguinte eu disse a Stive que ficaria na casa de uma amiga fora do campus até achar um lugar e pude ver nos olhos dele o quanto ele ficou chateado, sinceramente eu não me importava de ficar ali, Stive sempre foi gentil comigo, um bom amigo e um bom namorado, se não fosse por Harry ser a pessoa com quem eu quero estar, talvez eu ainda estivesse como ele, talvez nós pudéssemos ser um casal normal e feliz.
Só talvez...
Como um garoto bom, ele se ofereceu para deixar minhas coisas em seu apê enquanto estivesse procurando outro, eu aceitei, até porque seria difícil eu levar todas às minhas coisas para casa de Harry sem que alguém perceba algo estranho acontecendo.
Minha aula na faculdade começou como qualquer outro dia, eu estava atrasada e correndo pelo corredores para chegar na sala, assim que abri a porta aquele sorriso do Stive me acertou, eu não deveria sentir às borboletas no estômago com ele, mas eu senti, talvez fosse só tesão, nós não chegamos a transar e ele foi muito bom com sua língua. A pior parte foi olhar para Lily que agora me odiava, eu sinceramente sentia falta dela, mas ela foi a pior amiga possível comigo, eu nunca faria isso com ela, então só fingi que ela nem existia mais para mim.
"Então turma, estamos no final do semestre e começará a semana de recuperação para quem não foi tão bem nesse semestre como deveria." O Senhor Johnson dizia. "Quem está nesta lista que passarei no final da aula terá que fazer um trabalho extra para tentar recuperar sua nota."
Eu sabia que meu nome estaria lá, esse ano foi meu desastre acadêmico.
Uma vergonha para a família.
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Obviamente assim que a aula acabou e eu corri para olhar aquela lista estúpida e meu nome estava nela como havia previsto! Eu teria que fazer um trabalho super difícil e tirar a melhor nota se eu quisesse passar. A única coisa boa daquela manhã era que a próxima aula era com o Senhor Styles. Ver aquele sorriso, fazia minhas manhãs, não podia negar que as aulas de ética profissional se tornaram minhas favoritas, o que era tão contraditório porque a última coisa que eu e Harry fomos nesses meses.
Se as paredes daquele escritório falassem.
"Senhorita, Aurora, tem um minuto?" Styles me chamou assim que finalizou sua palestra que com certeza eu não havia prestado atenção por estar muito atenta ao seu corpo escultural e tudo o que eu gostaria de fazer com ele.
"Claro." Disse e pude ver Lily revirar os olhos do outro lado da sala.
Mas foda-se ela. Assim que todos os alunos saíram eu me aproximei de sua mesa.
"Aqui." Ele me entregou um envelope.
"O que é isso?"
"Minha chave reserva, eu vou trabalhar até mais tarde, tenho que cumprir horário no meu escritório atendendo e orientando alunos hoje e depois corrigindo trabalhos."
"Tudo bem, fazer, se vemos depois?"
"Sim." Ele sorriu parecendo animado.
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Eu abri a porta de Harry sem nenhuma dificuldade, assim que passei pela porta senti o cheiro dele, um aroma amadeirado e fresco como se alguém acabasse de sair do banho.
Eu já estava com saudades.
Coloquei minha enorme mochila no chão antes de trancar a porta, eu preparei uma bolsa para uma semana, era o tempo que ficaria com Harry, depois disso viria as férias e eu iria voltar para minha cidade natal, trabalhar com meu pai e assim que acabasse esses dias infernais, as aulas voltar, eu já teria um lugar para ficar.
Eu não me senti culpada em vasculhar às coisas dele, a última vez que estive aqui não tive tempo para ver muita coisa, mas também não fui enxerida a ponto de ser invasiva, eu só mexi nos seus produtos do banheiro, provei algumas roupas dele, até coloquei uma camisa preta dele para perambular pela casa.
Aurora: Sinto sua falta.
Digitei assim que o microondas apitou e indicou que meu almoço estava pronto.
Harry: Eu também, ficar no escrito é um saco.
Aurora: Então vem ficar comigo.
Digitei rapidamente logo que sentei em seu sofá ligando a tv.
Harry: Eu não posso, mas como eu gostaria de estar aí com você docinho.
Harry: Você comeu algo? Se acomodou bem?
Aurora: Sim, estou comendo agora.
Minha boca fumegava com a garfada que dei.
Aurora: Estou usando uma de suas camisetas.
Harry: Só ela?
Aurora: Apenas minha calcinha, sem sutiã, acho que está um pouco frio aqui porque meus mamilos estão marcando.
Harry: Não diga essas coisas, eu tenho que atender um aluno daqui a 5 minutos.
Aurora: Tempo suficiente para gozar. 😉
Harry: Aurora não me provoque.
Aurora: Estou tão carente sem você Harry.
Harry: Merda! O aluno chegou antes do horário eu preciso ir, docinho, desculpe.
Harry: Depois voltamos nesse assunto.
Aurora: Ok
Frustrada eu joguei meu celular no sofá e voltei a comer vendo um programa qualquer.
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Eu estava entediada naquela casa sem o Harry, eu não podia sair porque Harry disse que não era seguro, alguém poderia ver.
Eu deveria estar começando a fazer aquele trabalho que valia praticamente minha vida acadêmica, mas eu estava deitada na enorme cama de casal enquanto pensava nele, minha buceta estava doendo, latejando o dia todo, eu só queria o Harry para me foder devidamente, desde que o vi de manhã me deixou com tesão.
Eu não consegui mais controlar.
Deslizei minha mão para baixo, levantando um pouco minha blusa, as pontas dos dedos rapidamente encontram minha calcinha, comecei esfregando suavemente meu clitóris latejante através do tecido, meus olhos estávamos fechados imaginando Harry e seus dedos me tocando, me provoquei por um tempo até não aguentar mais e tirar minha calcinha e jogar em algum canto do quarto, minha boceta carente já estava pingando enquanto meus dedos voltam a esfregar meu clitóris inchado, deslizei a outra mão para cima e belisquei meus mamilos, brincando com eles como Styles gostava de fazer.
"Hmm." Deixei um gemido escapar.
Virei a minha cabeça para o lado no travesseiro e senti o cheiro de Harry nele e isso me deu mais molhada.
"Eu vou mesmo fazer isso?" Suspirei sentando-me na cama.
Eu agarrei o travesseiro de Harry se apoiando nos joelhos, colocando-o entre minhas coxas, eu montei no travesseiro desejando que fosse o pau dele, comecei a mover os quadris contra o tecido, me senti tão patética e depravada em fazer aquilo, mas não queria parar, eu estava acelerando o ritmo e se esfregando no travesseiro, continuando a busca para me aliviar.
Cada impulso de meus próprios quadris meus gemidos ficavam mais altos, eu estava uma bagunça, só precisando gozar. A umidade da minha boceta já estava manchando o tecido, mas eu não me importei, eu estava tão perto, meu clitóris estava quase explodindo de prazer quando eu dei tudo de mim para ir mais rápido e então sentir todo meu corpo começar a formigar aquela onda de calor e prazer se espalhar por cada pedacinho de mim, isso foi maravilhosamente bom.
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"Perdão, um dia longo." Harry diz assim que chegou em casa. "Hmm, Que cheiro bom." Elogiou deixando sua jaqueta no porta casacos.
"Tudo bem." Deixei um selinho em seus lábios. "Eu fiz o jantar espero que não se importe, era o mínimo que poderia fazer por me deixar ficar aqui." Timidamente confessei.
"Você também limpou a casa?" Questionou com as sobrancelhas levantadas observando tudo.
“Sim, eu tive um tempinho." Sorri receosa. "Gostou?"
"Sim, muito obrigada, você não precisava." Harry agradeceu colocando os pratos na mesa enquanto eu trazia o jantar.
"Fiz um prato que minha mãe fazia muito para mim quando era pequena, espero que goste."
"Eu nunca provei sua comida." Falou animado assim que sentamos um ao lado do outro.
"Não sou tão boa cozinheira assim então desculpe se eu te decepcionar."
"Você não vai! Nunca." Ele deu uma garfada generosa em seu prato. "Está muito gostoso, docinho."
"Obrigada." Minha boca se curvou num sorriso.
Nós dois estávamos tendo um momento perfeito, tão doméstico, como se fôssemos um casal normal, ele me contou de seu dia e eu fiquei ouvindo-o admirada e atenta em tudo o que ele dizia, ele era tão inteligente e charmoso eu tinha tanta sorte por estar com alguém como ele. Algumas vezes nós só ficávamos olhando um para o outro, um silêncio agradável, até seu telefone tocar e estragar completamente o clima.
"Me desculpe, eu preciso atender." Ele pareceu nervoso assim que saiu da mesa rapidamente escondendo o celular.
Harry
Meu coração quase parou assim que vi o nome da Violeta no visor.
"Me desculpe, eu preciso atender." Me levantei apressadamente saindo o mais rápido dali.
Tranquei-me no banheiro antes de atender.
— Alô?
— Oi H.
— O que quer?
— É assim que você atende sua esposa.
— Ah! A minhaesposa, aquela que teve um encontro com outro homem, hoje, essa? Esperava que eu reagisse como? Você anda me traindo Violeta?
— Agora você se importa? Você abandonou aqui Harry— Retrucou ofendida. — E não, eu não traí você.
— Eu não te abandonei, só estou trabalhando.
— Engraçado você aceitar esse emprego logo após você aceitar dar uma segunda chance para nosso casamento.
— Eu não vou discutir com você de novo sobre esse assunto, eu já estou cansado de brigas Violeta, só me diga, por que ligou?
— Não posso ligar dizendo que estou com saudades? — Eu realmente tentava acreditar nela.
— A última vez que ouvi sua voz no telefone ontem, você me disse que me odiava! Me odiava por estar aqui, espere que acredite nisso?
—Harry Eu te amo e estou sofrendo aqui sem você.
— Não parece estar sofrendo tanto, pois Isadora me ligou dizendo que você saiu toda arrumada para um encontro com um cara, nossa filha me ligou chorando perguntando se nós havíamos terminado, o que eu deveria pensar?
— Ele era o corretor Harry! Eu comprei nossa casa em Boston. — Ela gritou.
Minha respiração começou a ficar mais pesada, eu estava hiperventilando, sem conseguir me manter em pé.
— O quê?
— Nós finalmente vamos nos mudar.
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Obrigado por ler até aqui 💗 O feedback através de uma ask é muito apreciado! Também como um reblog para compartilhar minha escrita com outras pessoas!
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fangirl94stuff · 8 months
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Danny Murillo (Hollywood Undead)
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DANNY
It was always stressful preparing for a tour, especially one that took us away from friends and family for months. y/n was my best friend, having introduced me to my wife years ago, but they were going through a tough breakup and I’d been there every step of the way helping them rebuild their life here in LA.
I wanted to do something nice for y/n before leaving, and after scrolling through old and somewhat cringy photos from our childhood I decided on the perfect friendship date. We were going bowling, both being competitive and never failing to laugh at each other.
y/n meets me at the bowling alley and we head inside to get our shoes and lane.
‘I can’t remember the last time I went bowling Danny,’ y/n says nervously, tying their shoes.
‘Well, we are here to have fun. I hate leaving you to go on tour,’ I reply.
y/n smiles at me, their smile able to light up a room which made it hard to believe someone could be so cruel to them, ‘you have to tour Danny I’m not that selfish. But I can beat you before you go.’
I gasp, ‘Where did the nerves go?’
y/n smirks, ‘Meet you on the lane Danny boy.’
Y/N
It was safe to say you weren’t very good at bowling having not done it in years. Danny was beating you and loving every second of it, especially when you kept getting gutter balls he was practically rolling around on the floor laughing.
When Danny went to get the two of you drinks, you find the device children use and pull it over to your lane, hoping to hit some pins before Danny came back and caught you.
You line up the device and let your ball roll down, praying to whoever was listening to get you some points on the board, ‘pretty please with a cherry on top,’ you mutter to yourself.
The ball manages to hit five pins and you jump up and down giggling like a madman at your success.
‘I thought we couldn’t use that because we’re not kids y/n,’ Danny says jokingly from behind you.
You stop jumping and squeal seeing the blonde behind you holding his phone up and wearing a shit-eating grin, reality dawning on you that he’d probably filmed the whole thing and could use it as blackmail against you in the future.
‘Danny, consider this an exception,’ you say with a pout.
Danny lowers the phone and nods, ‘As long as you’re happy you can keep using it y/n. I missed this old y/n.’
You walk forwards and hug your best friend, ‘So did I Danny, thank you for helping me find them again.’
Danny hugs you back before motioning towards the device, ‘Do you think maybe I could try it out?’
You release him from the hug and step aside, ‘Have at it lion, as long as I can film you.’
Danny rolls his eyes and agrees to your terms. So you happily record him trying and failing to hit any pins, oh you were so sending this to the guys later. This was the most fun you’d had in a long time and you were thrilled to do it with Danny.
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ladyofhellhounds · 1 year
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I burn for you
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Request: Can I request a bale! Bruce Wayne imagine, please? So, he and the reader are together, and the reader is shy and insecure, constantly questioning whether she is good enough for him. And he comforts the reader. fluff
Warnings: Insecurities, sadness,trust issues
A/N: None
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°Dating Bruce Way is amazing but never easy
°Most woman dream with what you have, but no one considered how complicated is to date the prince of Gotham
°Being in the public eye tends to create a constant war with yourself
°Bruce noticed this after the  first charity at the manor,you tried to talk to people but it didn't match your personality, so naturally people noticed Bruce Wayne's girlfriend sitted alone in the garden
°Alfred felt sorry for you, he loves you and absolutely hated how insecure that people makes you feel
°Brucie tries to make you feel comfortable whenever you were together in public
°The galas were the worst , those things are always full of upper class people who see you as an outsider
°Many women had told you how Bruce deserved someone better,someone like them,not an ordinary girl like you
°He truly hates that environment, it was annoying. People faking to care or to like him, he knows they only want the money.
°When he was a kid/teenager he also felt insecure in the world he was born, so he learnt that if he didn't play pretend they were gonna eat him alive , it was basically a shark tank and he was a little fish. Alfred was his teacher, he showed Bruce how to talk, behave, fake and get rid of unwanted people
°You knew that which lead you to ask Alfred to do the same with you,but he said no, for a very good reason, which actually made you feel better
° "Alfred...you think you could teach me how to act with that people,please?" He was cooking and you were sitted near the kitchen aisle watching him
"No" He took a quick stare of you and continued cooking
"Wait, why not?" You were confused
"Because my dear,that would change you and that wouldn't be correct. There is nothing wrong with who you are,you've done nothing wrong either" He smiled at you and pat your shoulder
"You did it for Bruce" you ate some chips
"I did miss, but he was born into this world, he had to know those things or they would've taken advantage of him. At that time he didn't knew much about his responsibilities as a Wayne,of course he was a child, but the events were important for that people to know he wasn't alone and that he was smart enough to take care of the enterprise and see their lies or tricks. But as I said, you don't need to."
"It's just...sometimes I feel like Bruce deserves someone better, someone who understands those things,I mean,I know there's nothing wrong with being shy but they make me feel like it is" He softly hit your shoulder
"Nonsense! he's lucky he got you, I have never seen that kid so happy and in love,you make him happy. Miss, don't let them get on your nerves, their opinions don't matter. You're more than enough for him and more important, for yourself" You hugged him
"Thank you, Alfred" He hugged you back
"Anytime,miss" He stood by the stove again "Now, pass me the spices from the cabinet,please"
°From the very first time Bruce tried to stay right next to you, he knows how awful people can be
°That women shut their mouths as soon as he came close to you
°He knows perfectly fine how that world work, and being who he is gives him the privilege to be mean to all those jerks
° "Dear,are you alright?" He stared at you while he took his tie off in your shared bedroom
"Hmmm"  You nodded and sat on the bed, he looked at you through the mirror
   "What is it? I know something's going on, you can tell me" He caressed your cheek
   "I just...sometimes I wonder if I'm good enough for you,maybe you should be dating someone like them,like you" Your eyes staring at the floor,never at him
  "Sweetheart no, you're more than enough" He sat next to you
  "But look at me!" You stood up and a tear fell from your eye "I'm just Bruce's Wayne weird girlfriend! Everybody thinks so! I'm nothing more but ordinary"
"You are wonderful,extraordinary and the woman I love. I burn for you, only you, you are the love of my life,I don't want or need anyone else" He hugged your crying form
°Another thing that makes you feel insecure is going to your boyfriend's office, lots of women and even men flirting with him
°One day you were waiting for him at his office when a secretary came in
  °"Excuse me ,what are you doing here?" She curiously stared at you
    "Oh,hi. I'm just waiting for Bruce to came back from his meeting with Mr.Fox" you shyly smiled
    "And you are..." The way she stared at you was propper of a mean girl
    "His girlfriend,why?"
"really?"She chuckled and left
Then Bruce came in and saw you stating through the window with sadness in your eyes,then you proceeded to explain what just happened. He fired the girl immediately
"Ms.Brown" He stood in front of her desk "You're fired,You have..." He took his phone to see the hour "40 minutes to get your stuff and leave"
"What?! But sir...why?" Bruce looked at you
"I think you perfectly know why" He walked back to his office "40 minutes, no more so be quick"
°It was something inoffensive at first,but then the press started to create rumors, some of them really hurtful
° She's a golddiger, she's just the current girlfriend, Bruce Wayne is cheating on her, The prince of Gotham chose an average girl, Bruce Wayne is looking for another model to date. That kind of stupid titles appear on the media everytime you and him were seen together in public
°"Hey pretty girl,what are you doing?" He quickly kissed your temple and sat in front of you
  "Nothing..." He didn't believed you,he knew you were reading the rumors on your laptop
  "Don't listen to them, you know it's not true. Y/n I like the way you are, you're shy,sure, there's nothing wrong about it." He held your hand
  "But Bruce,  I do think you could have any woman you want..."
  "I have it, my heart is and always will be yours. After Rachel I never thought I would love again but you made it happen. Only you did, with your pretty eyes, your shyness and lovely charisma, you are kind and gentle. I wish you could see yourself like I do" He smiled "There's nothing I love more than you, dear, you are my treasure. I'm pretty sure there's nothing I love and care more than you"
"Really? More than the bat?" She giggled
"It might be a surprise, but yes." You sat on his lap and kissed him "You are my priority, y/l/n"
"I just...sometimes it really hurts" You rested your head on his shoulder "And I don't know how to make it stop"
"Let me help you, I'll pay for a therapist if that's what you want. But I really want you to understand something: you are precious, important and enough. You don't have to be enough for me but yourself, don't listen to that people, my love, you are something they dont, kind and true, they're superficial and cruel. Don't let them hurt you" He hugged you
°The way he makes you feel is stronger than the bad feelings caused by others, burning for each other is way better
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ibukis-songbook · 2 years
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[Non-Request] [One Shot?] [Smut]
Blackmail? - Kokichi/F!Reader/Kiibo
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Hoooooooooboyyyyyyy this was long as HELL to write, and took quite a bit of back and forth editing to make it just right. This is actually the first smut one shot of this length that I’ve ever written, and I even considered breaking it into two parts because it’s really long with a lot of build up! I’ve been working on this since the first of the year and I’m so happy to be done with it so I can post it! I’m highly considering turning this into a series as it was really fun to make, so part two may be out soon!~ (or not, I do take forever to write anything lol) I have plenty more ideas to make y/n into a mess~
-Mod Ibuki 💜
.。.:*☆♥︎♫♪—————— ↫ l l ↬ ——————♪♫♥︎☆*:.。.
Dirty Thoughts - Chloe Adams
Off The Table - Ariana Grande
Hi, I’m a Sl*t - Lil Mariko
Synopsis: Kokichi finds f!y/n’s diary and sees all of her naughty secrets. He plans to embarrass her for his and her own enjoyment. He knows she has a little humiliation kink, after all.
Warnings: Fem s/o, AFAB s/o, is this dub con? it might be dub con*, hard dom Kokichi, switch Kiibo? (submissive to Kokichi, kind of a service top/soft dom to you), sub Kiibo goes to dom Kiibo in .5 seconds and it’s hot, Hope’s Peak University AU*, pet names, oral sex/cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, big boob joke on y/n’s behalf about her own tits, thigh talk, wrote y/n thicc on accident whoops, shock collar (mostly for Kiibo), handcuffs, threesome???, humiliation, degradation to praise (use of sl*t and wh*re), edging to overstimulation, mild hair pulling, I like being manhandled so sue me, Kiibo getting soft and literal heart eyes, Kokichi being a little shit, I use the c-word for fem parts sometimes*, weed joke I wrote at like four am that runs for three paragraphs, reader is slightly blunt, (HAHA BLUNT GET IT OUID), one (1) singular ass smack from Kokichi, also I wrote this before the Oscars and there’s a Will Smith mention and I’m just kinda laughing awkwardly at it now
*Reader consents but struggles at first. Kiibo and Kokichi also consent, obviously. Please don’t force yourself to read this if this is upsetting/triggering for you!
*Everyone attends college, so no killing games happen in this universe, but Kiibo’s still a robot and yes, still has a robo-dick. Cast of NDVR3 (Killing Harmony) are uni freshmen (18-19 y/o), DR1 (Trigger Happy Havoc) are uni sophomores (19-20 y/o), and SDR2 (Goodbye Despair) are uni juniors (20-21 y/o). Where y/n falls is up to the reader, just know you also attend classes at Hope’s Peak Uni.
*C-word being “c*nt”. I PERSONALLY do not consider this offensive, as it was actually the first scientific term for the vagina in the English language, thus I associate it more with the reproductive system and use it as slang rather than as an insult or a demeaning phrase. I’m also from the US so we don’t typically use “cunt” as an insult. If you find this insulting and seeing it prevents you from reading this, I completely understand. No need to read/like/comment/reblog if you really don’t want to, seriously. Don’t force yourself to read something you aren’t comfortable with.
Okay that was a lot of CW but I felt they were necessary! Into the fic. 🎵💜
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This day was heinous. This day was terrible. You might even say this was the worst day ever.
You should have known better than to leave your diary unlocked on your desk in the same classroom as Kokichi. You really should have known better, but you figured that you were just getting up to go to the bathroom for, like, five minutes. No big deal right? He wouldn’t try anything, especially since you sat between him and Shuichi. Shuichi would never allow Kokichi to touch your personal belongings, right?
“Kokichi, what are you doing?” Shuichi glared at his friend, immediately aware that the shorter boy was up to something dastardly.
“Me? Oh, nothing, Shuichi dear!” Kokichi slid your diary over to his side of the lecture hall desk with one finger, swiftly opening it.
“Kokichi Ouma, put that down!” Shuichi whisper-yelled. Shit, he knew you’d kill him and Kokichi if you saw the two wrestling over your personal journal. “Kokichi, please, that’s y/n’s personal diary!”
Kokichi snickered, intently reading your handwritten secrets. “Nishishishi, chill out Shuichi. I’m just having a little fun, I don’t mean any harm!” Despite Shuichi wrestling to grasp the notebook, Kokichi had managed to make it several pages in already. He must have been very invested in what you wrote to be able to speed-read it like that, Shuichi thought.
“Shit, Kokichi, the professor is going to turn around. Just give it back already!” Shuichi’s voice cracked.
Kokichi shut the book and sighed, placing it back on top of your textbook. “Fine, whatever, it’s boring anyways. Nothing juicy enough to bother with…or am I lying?” He laughed, silencing himself as soon as you walked back into the room.
Shuichi gulped, visibly nervous about the thought of you finding out about the little tussle the two boys had just had. You slumped down into your seat, preparing for another fifteen minutes of your professor droning on and on about…ah, what was he going over again? Something about op-eds you think. You let your eyes close for a moment as you laid your head on the desk.
Your two seconds of rest didn’t last very long though, as you felt one of your deskmates staring at you. You opened your eyes to see Kokichi’s violet ones looking back at you. He was smiling that devilish little smile he had when he was plotting, and twirled his hair not-so-innocently.
“The fuck do you want, short stack?”
He smiled wider, looking even more mischievous than before. “Nothing in particular. I’m just thinking,” he chuckled a bit.
Ugh. He was likely just messing with you. You rolled your eyes and slept until Shuichi shook you awake at the end of class. You were so tired that you didn’t even notice Kokichi’s slight blush when he answered you.
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“Later, nerds. I’m taking a nap,” you dragged yourself out of the building. It was a grey, rainy day outside of the walls of Hope’s Peak Uni, and it only added to your exhaustion. You couldn’t wait to get the fuck back to your room and pass out.
“Oh, wait y/n! Your bag is open. Let me get that for you,” Shuichi bounded up to you and stopped behind you. He zipped your bookbag closed, and sent you on your way with a slight smile.
“Thanks, Shu!”
Kokichi and Shuichi waved goodbye to you, ready to go about their own days, until Kokichi spotted Miu and Kiibo walking in.
“Hehe! What’s up, dumb slut? Hey Kee-boy!”
Miu strided over to the pair of boys, Kiibo tagging along. The normally chipper robot looked unusually upset today. Something else about him seemed different too, but Kokichi couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
“Hey guys!” the former Super High School Level Inventor greeted them. “Where’s y/n? She usually gets out of class with you.”
“She was really tired, so she went to her dorm to lay down.”
“Shuichi!” Kokichi interjected, “I was gonna tell them that she got kidnapped by DICE and taken to my secret underground base!”
Miu rolled her eyes. “What would your dumb organization want with her anyways?”
“Nefarious purposes. Anyways, Kiibo, why aren’t you talking? Did your voice box break?”
Shuichi stepped closer to Kiibo, who was scowling at Kokichi. “That’s what looked off. What’s with the uh…new…bling?”
The white-haired android sighed. Around his neck sat a new piece of tech, likely designed by Miu. It looked like a collar of some sort, with a strip of greenish blue LED light within its center, wrapping around the circumference of the neckpiece. “I’ll have you know that my voice box is perfectly fine, thank you very fucking much. Miu is just-“ he was cut off by a shock, presumably administered by the collar. He suppressed a shriek, grabbing onto the necklace.
Miu pulled out a small remote from her pocket. “Shock collar. I’ve just corrupted poor Kiibo with my awful swearing habits!” She pulled Kiibo into a tight embrace, his face shoved in her chest, and arms pinned under her own. She pet his ivory hair, “I’ve passed it onto him. So now, to reverse it, I’m trying out a new invention, brought to you by the one and only Gorgeous Girl Genius, Miu Iruma!” She let go of Kiibo, and grandly gestured Will Smith style to what hung around his neck.
“Behold! A shock collar that detects the wearer’s voice and punishes specific word inputs!”
“Woah, that’s…awfully interesting, Miu,” Shuichi scratched the back of his neck.
“I know! But unfortunately, the voice recognition doesn’t work right just yet. So, for now, I’m having to manually administer the shocks. I make them slightly stronger each time though, so eventually it should break Kiibo’s potty mouth.”
Kiibo rolled his LED eyes. “I’m an adult, you know. If I want to swear, I can! I’m not some little kid!”
“No, you’re not, but you are my lab rat, and this is fun. I have to go to class though, and Kiibo is done for the day, which means I can’t make sure he’s properly punished! That’s actually what I was going to ask y/n for, but unfortunately, she’s not here.”
Kiibo pinched his nose in a very human-like fashion.
Miu held out the remote, dangling it between her index finger and thumb. “But, if either of you were to volunteer to watch him for the day…”
Kokichi grinned his signature grin and snatched the remote out of Miu’s hand. “I would gladly watch over Kee-boy for the day! I don’t have anything else to do anyways.”
Shuichi whipped around to book it to his next class. “Sorry guys, but I have to go. Kokichi, don’t do anything dumb, please! I know you’re planning something!”
“Worry not, Detective Saihara! I’m not up to anything!” Kokichi shouted after him. He then turned to Kiibo as Miu sauntered away, thanking Kokichi for taking her responsibility for the day.
“That was totally a lie. I’m up to something great. Wanna know some juicy secrets, Kiibo?”
“Even if I say no, you’re going to tell me anyways, aren’t you?” The robot boy sighed again.
“Oh, you know me so well! Seriously though. You’ll really like this. Like, really like this.” He slung his bag over his side, reaching to open the pocket. He pulled out a simple looking notebook with an open lock on it.
With that, they were off to Kokichi’s dorm.
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Ding!
Ding!…Ding!
Ding!Ding!Ding!Di-
You picked up your phone to see ten messages from Kokichi from within just the past two minutes.
What the fuck did the grape bastard want now? It’s not that you didn’t like Kokichi, but you were sleeping. This was encroaching on your beauty rest, and your friend was in for a conversation with a very grumpy y/n.
“Y/n, answer me! Y/NNNNNN! COME 2 MY ROOM BBY!!1! I have a surprise for u! <;3”
His texts read like it was fucking 2010. You had to admit though, you blushed a little at his heart. Whatever. It wasn’t that big of a deal, it was just how he texted everyone, probably. What could he possibly want from you at four p.m.?
“I see u reading my shit. Gimme attention!!!!”
“Chill dude. I’m otw. I’ll be over in like ten, okay?” You sent a couple replies to quell his relentless texts. That would buy you enough time to brush your hair and teeth, throw a hoodie on over your skirt, and get to his dorm.
“Okie dokie! See you there peasant! :D”
Typical Kokichi to call you that, his talent being what it was and all. You shoved your phone into your hoodie and made your way out of your dormitory hall’s doors, not caring too much to be exactly on time, as much as you knew it would annoy the former Super High School Level Supreme Leader. He could deal with it. He did just wake you up for god knows what, anyways. So, you made your way up the small hill to the boys’ dormitory hall at your own damn pace.
You shot him a text letting him know you were downstairs, and the door swung open only a few seconds later.
“That was fast,” you said pointedly.
Kokichi stood on the other side of the door, holding it open with a simper stretched across his face. “I just ran down here ultra-fast! Kidding, I was waiting for you.” He grabbed your wrist, pulling you inside the hall and dragging you down the hallway. “I’m lucky that I managed to wake you up before nighttime! You know how RA Taka is about visiting curfew.”
“Yeah, I’m aware. Twogami might let it go, cause he knows me, but Taka definitely won’t,”
Kokichi laughed. “Twogami is kinda soft on you. Come on in! I have a little gift I set up for you.” He opened the door to his dorm, and you stepped inside. Kiibo sat on Kokichi’s bed, playing with his hands.
“This the surprise? I’m not complaining,” you smiled at the robo-boy.
“H-hey y/n!” Kiibo was…blue. Kiibo’s face was slightly bluish, which y/n knew all too well was his equivalent of a human blush.
“Hey Kiibo. You look embarrassed about something. What’s up?” You said that a bit more abruptly than you intended, but you could see that Kiibo looked like he wanted to say something.
Kiibo glowed a brighter turquoise and let out a nervous chuckle. “Ah, about that. Kokichi and I actually have…something to ask you…”
You turned to Kokichi, who stood behind you, balancing from his heels to his tiptoes. “You should sit down for this, y/n,” he said it so playfully, but whatever the boys had to ask of you seemed more serious. Was Kokichi going to ask you to commit some sort of crime for DICE? Was Kiibo secretly Kokichi’s weed dealer? Was Kokichi Kiiibo’s weed dealer? Was Kiibo smoking? Could Kiibo smoke? Forget Kokichi’s question about robots having dicks, could robots smoke?
You sat next to Kiibo on Kokichi’s bed. Although the likelihood of Kiibo smoking the devil’s lettuce was about as low as your final grade in econ would be if you didn’t start fucking studying, the suspense was killing you, and now you absolutely had to know if there was any possibility that Kiibo was getting high as balls with Kokichi and Miu on Saturday nights at half past two am in Miu’s lab.
“Okay, so,” Kiibo started. You wanted to say aloud what you were thinking, which was “Kiibo, I don’t care if you smoke. In fact, I want to join. I want to be shotgunned by a robot,” but you kept that to yourself.
He continued, his voice malfunctioning in a way that sounded not far off from a human stutter. “What Kokichi is about to tell you is a bit…of an, uh…invasion of your p-p-personal privacy, but! P-please don’t get mad! I uhm, he…told me a couple of things and…” His face was completely blue now, “I wanted to know if they’re true because I…um, I w-w-wouldn’t m-mind at all. In the slightest. If, you know, they were.”
The gears in your brain started turning as you looked at Kiibo, and the two boys could see you were confused as all hell.
A “huh?” fell from your lips as you tried to think of anything he could possibly mean. Is this about the time you lied to Kiibo and Kokichi about your bra size being smaller than it actually was so Kokichi didn’t tease you about it? It backfired and he still called your tits gigantic but at least you tried.
“Oh, look! Silly girl doesn’t get it yet! Here, lemme show you something that might help you understand everything, since you’re too dumb to figure it out yourself,” You rolled your eyes at his rude comment. Kokichi laughed as he hopped over to his desk drawer. He pulled out a small notebook, and held it up for you to see it clearly. It was a notebook with a lock on it.
A notebook with an unlocked lock on it.
“No. No fucking way. Kokichi, you better be fucking with me,” you began to sweat, seeing the shit-eating grin on Kokichi’s face as he laughed again, this time more boisterously.
“So you’re not a complete idiot! Yeah, it’s yours.” You could feel your heart sink and all the color from your face drain. Was the room spinning, or was that just you?
This day was heinous. This day was terrible. You might even say this was the worst day ever.
You lunged for the diary, but Kokichi evaded you, diving this way and that for the notebook. “Please tell me you didn’t read it!” you shouted. If they found out what you had written in that stupid thing, all of your friendships were most definitely over. You were screwed!
As you were contemplating how you were going to transfer colleges in a day, Kokichi got the upper hand in your little tussle and, from behind, pulled you to the bed, your larger form sitting between his legs, back against his smaller chest.
He tossed your diary to the side, and proceeded to hold your wrists to your sides tightly. For such a small dude, the guy had a good deal of strength that you were unaware of before. Kiibo sat himself between your own legs, firmly, but still tenderly holding your legs down with his hands around your thighs (how Kiibo of him). Having Kiibo there eased you a bit, but you still thrashed, trying to break free of Kokichi’s grip on your wrists.
“Please ignore how rude Kokichi is being about this! I’m so sorry y/n, but Kokichi did read at least some of what you wrote, and that’s what we need to ask you about,” having his hands on your thighs in this position made him just as blue as before, but he somehow looked…more…confident? His voice had mostly stopped malfunctioning, too.
Regardless though, you were so fucked, and Kiibo could see your face drop.
You stayed silent, waiting for Kokichi or Kiibo to say something, anything to break the awkward silence that had fallen between you three after Kokichi had totally shattered your…like, everything.
You braced yourself, steeling your insides and balling your fists, ready for whatever horrifying thing Kiibo was about to ask you.
“Do you really…want me like…that? With Kokichi…?”
Classic Kiibo. Even such a terrible question sounded so gentle coming from him. He couldn’t even finish his whole thought, he was so nervous. You could feel him scanning you for signs of any negative emotion. You hoped he wasn’t saving that to his database.
Deep breaths, don’t panic. Stay calm. Just be honest with him. It’s Kiibo. He probably won’t get mad. Probably. God, I’m gonna KILL Kokichi after this.
You took one more deep breath before speaking. “Yeah, I’ve thought about it,” you exhaled, about to lash out at Kokichi again. “Now, can I leave? You’ve embarrassed me enough.”
Kokichi laughed. “Of course not! You think that’s the only reason I’d bring you here? No, no, no!” Suddenly, you felt something cold and foreign against your wrists, clicking closed. Kokichi released your arms, and you thrashed again, unable to move your arms to the front of your body.
Oh he did NOT just cuff you-
“What the FUCK are you pulling, you purple-haired, checkerboard looking ass motherfucker?!” You shouted at Kokichi.
“Shhhhh, y/n, you need to be quiet, or we’ll get caught,” he shushed you, pressing a pale finger to your lips. Before you could bite it in retaliation, he pulled it away. “I just did this so I can use my hands now, silly. Now calm down and let us finish explaining.”
Your rage began boiling towards the surface of your skin. You just had to tell Kiibo, your friend, that you had fantasized about being in a very explicit situation with him AND Kokichi, your other friend. Now you were handcuffed with Kokichi behind you, teasing you, and Kiibo holding down your thighs so you couldn’t…..
“You have two minutes to finish explaining before I start screaming.” You spat out, your face heating up at the realization of what was happening, putting the pieces together in your head.
“Will do!” Kokichi seemed more than overjoyed to explain his little scheme, the evil smirk returning to his face. “I will tell the truth this once. I did read your diary, but like, only for a couple of minutes or so. I also stole it out of your backpack, because after I read it I thought up an evil plan, of course.”
He pulled you by the waist farther into him, and then tilted your chin to look him in the eyes. “I read all about how you wanna be totally humiliated. Now, I am a generous leader, so when I realized I can give you what you want, I seized the opportunity!”
Kiibo joined, “So he found me, explained, and asked if I wanted to join. I said I’d only do it if you were up to it. This is a major invasion of privacy, and if you want us to stop, then we will, and we can never bring this up again.”
“Or,” Kokichi started up again. He dragged a finger along your spine, from bottom to top. You shuddered. He leaned close enough to whisper. “If you don’t admit what you really want, we could just leave you cuffed like this, all helpless. Maybe we can even tease you when we have guests over! Would that be a fair trade?”
“Kokichi! You said you would be nice! Why are you being so rude to her?” Kiibo huffed.
You shook your head, trying to find a clear train of thought to put this together. “Wait, so you’re saying I have to tell you what my diary entry was about or you’re not gonna let me go?!”
Kokichi grinned.
“This is not what we planned, Kokichi. Why are you not doing what we discu-AGHH!” Kokichi cut Kiibo off with a shock to the collar.
“Where did the shock collar come from?!?” You shouted.
“Oh, it’s a cute little device Miu whipped up. The shock wasn’t that bad, it just startled him a bit. To answer your question though, yes. You’ll have to tell me what you want in order to get out of those cuffs! Also, stop yelling.”
This was total bullshit. “Fuck you, grape boy,” you growled.
“Not yet, sweetcheeks,” he smiled, softer and more flirtatious this time. He slid his hands down your torso, wrapping one arm all the way around your waist, the other hand resting on your hip. He gave it a slight squeeze. “So? Are you going to tell Kiibo and I what you want from us sooo desperately?” He rested his chin on your shoulder, leaning close to your ear. He was close enough that you could feel his warm breath on your neck. “Or, are we going to have to coax it out of you?” A shiver ran up your spine again as he kissed your neck, gently at first.
He sucked on your supple skin, and the rough pulling was beginning to leave hickies. You didn’t push him off, it felt way too good. You felt Kokichi’s semi-hard-on pressing up against your back. Excited already? Damn. You sighed, starting to buck your hips upward, beckoning Kiibo to do something about your growing arousal.
He lowered himself to his knees, him on the floor, you and Kokichi still on the bed. Swinging your leg over his shoulder, he couldn’t help but squish your thigh with the chilled metal hand that supported your leg from underneath.
“So soft…” he murmured, eyes wide with curiosity. You’d almost forgotten that he didn’t often get to touch the…softer parts…of people. He turned his head to touch his cheek to your inner thigh, his lips brushing against your skin. He looked up at you with pleading eyes. “M-may I…?”
You nodded as Kokichi slipped his hands underneath your hoodie, dragging his fingertips along your stomach and ribs. Kiibo kissed your thigh, and bit down slightly every few seconds, inching ever closer to your heat, before you felt Kokichi remove his hand from under your hoodie to reach for the remote. He pressed the button, and administered a light shock to Kiibo’s collar.
You could feel the aftershocks from the collar that hung around Kiibo’s neck, though it wasn’t strong. It didn’t startle you much, since you saw it coming, but Kiibo, who had been so lost in his ravishing of your inner legs squealed a bit at the unwarranted punishment. This time though, his cute little noise sounded much more pleasurable.
“Kokichi,” he pouted, “what was that for?”
“Nishishi. Silly Kiibo, you’re getting so excited already. I had no idea robots got so horny,” he teased.
“You need to take this slow though. How else are we going to pry it out of y/n that she wants us to ruin her?” He took a piece of your hair between his fingers, twirling it playfully. You rolled your eyes.
“Awe, don’t act like you don’t like us touching up on you like this,” he resumed attacking your neck, and you moaned ever so slightly. You knew what he was doing.
He was marking you so everyone would know how desperate you are.
“Getting turned on already? You’re so easy,” Kokichi chuckled. Rich coming from him.
Kiibo, after leaving just as many marks on the other leg as he had left on the first, looked bothered. He was already panting. “Kokichi,” he mumbled against your thigh, face oh so close to your clothed warmth, “can I please? Please? I really wanna.”
Kokichi grinned against your jaw. “Are you ready to tell us exactly what you wanted from us?”
You shook your head, and suppressed a whimper.
“Not yet, huh? Well, I guess we’re going to have to punish you a bit first to get the message through your thick skull,” he licked a stripe up the side of your neck, making you let out the whimper you were holding in. “Go ahead, Kiibo. You’ve been well-behaved, unlike our sweet y/n here.”
Kiibo looked up at you again, his eyes half lidded as he bit his lip. “Can I please taste you, y/n? I wanna taste you so bad…”
You shook your head yes, perhaps a bit too vigorously. Kiibo smiled a wide, dorky smile. He ran his hands up your hips, reaching the hem of your panties. Carefully, he slipped his fingers, now warm from holding your thighs over his shoulders, under the elastic and pulled them down your hips, and off of your legs. Once again, he hiked your legs over his shoulders, and stared wide-eyed at your exposed cunt.
His jaw slacked slightly, and you swore you could see him drooling (apparently robots can drool). Cautiously, he ran his finger along your slit, and you whined. “Pretty…” he mumbled. He barely dipped his finger between your lips, gathering your already pooling arousal and spreading it up to your clit. You let out a tiny moan when he brushed against it. Kiibo brought his finger, coated in your slick, up to his mouth to taste. You flushed.
“Unlike anything I’ve ever…” he trailed off. You’d once again forgotten that Kiibo had never done anything like this before. The two of you had talked about sex and sexual acts before, but he had never actually done anything. Despite that, he surprisingly knew human anatomy very well, as he had educated himself quite a bit out of sheer curiosity.
Yes. Sheer curiosity. No other reason…
Kokichi finally piped up again, the first time in a good five minutes actually. It was unlike him to keep his mouth shut for this long, especially as aroused as he already was, so of course he was due to say something about the scene unfolding in front of him.
“I wanna know how y/n tastes too! Kiiboy, lend me your fingers for a second, wouldya?” Kiibo obeyed, not even correcting Kokichi on his nickname. He seemed to almost be in a daze, letting Kokichi take his fingers into his mouth. Kokichi sucked on Kiibo’s metal digits, savoring any taste of you he could get, as he wouldn’t be the one administering your “punishment” as he had called it.
He released Kiibo’s fingers, and a string of saliva fell from the taller boy’s fingertips. Kokichi giggled, “Use that to make sure she’s thoroughly made up for keeping secrets from us.”
Kiibo didn’t nod, simply placing his fingertips at your entrance. You whimpered as he carefully slid his middle finger into your weeping pussy. He watched in awe as he pumped it slowly. He sighed, as if he was swooning, and leaned into your cunt, getting to work on your clit.
Your back was already arching at the feeling of his (somehow) wet, warm, silicone tongue flicking your bundle of nerves. The licking turned to sucking, and one finger turned into two.
“K-kiiiiibo…” You dragged out his name, and he hummed into your warmth.
Kokichi was busy with two other matters. He unclipped your bra (thank god you were wearing a front clasp today), and held the weight of your chest in his hands. They looked small carrying your breasts as he rubbed circles into your soft nipples. “Awe, look at how cute your nips are when they start to get hard!” he laughed, flicking one as it hardened.
“Ah! Kokichi!” He took the same nipple he flicked into his mouth, sucking on it gingerly, like he was apologizing for spooking you. That was until he bit down slightly and pulled the other nipple. “Ko- Eee! Kokichi!”
You clamped your thighs down around Kiibo’s head, unintentionally beckoning him closer to your sex. He took this opportunity to remove his fingers from you and replace them with his tongue, shoving it into your tight hole, and gripping at your thighs.
“Ka…Ki…Kii- I can’t, haaahh…”
Kokichi pulled his mouth off of your breast, licking your nipple one last time before resuming his position resting his head on your shoulder. He traced his hands along your torso again, tittering at your delicate moans.
“What a naughty y/n! You wouldn’t want my neighbors down the hall to hear you, would you? Or maybe you want Hajime or Rantaro coming in and seeing you all desperate and needy for Kiibo’s tongue. Perhaps Makoto. Is that it? You just need someone to see how much of a hopeless whore you are?”
You shook your head no, unable to speak because of the pleasure Kiibo was giving to you.
“Hmm, funny. That’s not what your book said!” he reached his hand into your hair, pulling at the base of the scalp, making you tighten your thighs around Kiibo even harder.
You could see Kiibo begin fo fall apart around you, his tongue becoming frantic as it fucked into your core, his LEDs lighting up with little hearts. Even his eyes had changed into heart shapes, and his ahoge curled itself to match. Fuck, it was cute. He moaned into your pussy, and you shook as you felt your high drawing closer.
“Awe, cat got your tongue? Well I guess your kitty has Kiibo’s tongue, nishishi!” You were so close to cumming. You could feel the tangle unraveling as each flick of Kiibo’s tongue sent shockwaves to your deepest parts.
“You’re so cute when you’re moaning like a slut. Unfortunately though, I’ve still yet to hear you say what you want from us, sweetie.” Kokichi reached for the remote, with you unable to do anything to stop him.
“No, wait!” But he had already pressed the button, and Kiibo lept back in surprise at the shock. The pressure between your legs ceased, and you were left bucking up into the air, desperate for any friction you could get.
Kokichi laughed, almost maniacally, at your ruined ecstasy. “Ready to tell me what you want me to do to you now, pretty little slut?”
You whined. If it weren’t for these stupid fucking handcuffs Kokichi would be so fucking dead. You weren’t giving in just yet though.
“I have more self control than that,” you spat at him. Kiibo resumed his position from before he was tongue-fucking you, with his head leaning on your thigh.
He hummed, grasping at the side of your leg. His eyes were totally glazed over now, and he looked almost…high. Maybe robots do get high? Just like, off of tongue fucking their friends.
He squeezed your thigh again, leaning against it like he was too drunk to hold his head up. “Come on, princess. Be a good girl and tell us so I can give you what you want.”
Woah. Kiibo’s voice was huskier than it was just a moment ago. Before, he pleaded to eat you out, basically begging you. Something must have fucking snapped in him though, because he was biting his lip and looking at you like he wanted to chase you down and devour you.
And it was hot.
You tensed your thighs again. Okay, maybe you didn’t have as much self control as you thought…
You whimpered. Kokichi and Kiibo both chuckled lowly.
“Come on, pretty girl. Please tell me what you want me to do. I’d just hate to have to leave you like this, just dripping wet.”
What the fuck what the fuck what the FUCK, KIIBO???
Mimicking his movements from before he was eating you out like you were his last fucking meal, Kiibo slipped his two fingers between your lower lips, letting your warmth cover his fingertips before dragging it up to your clit. You bucked your hips as he did. Gods, you were soaking.
Kokichi tugged lightly on one of your nipples, and you whined. “Oh, poor girl. Look how sensitive she is! It’s such a shame that she won’t just let herself go and tell the truth,” You felt his thumb and index finger catch your chin, and he turned your head around to face him.
Oh…
“Come on, little slut. Just be a good girl and tell us exactly what you want, and I promise we’ll give it to you.” You whined, for probably the tenth time this evening, and Kiibo gently rolled your clit with his index finger, not enough to satisfy you, but definitely enough to get you to break. Kokichi laughed.
“I… I wanna…fuck, I- I”
Kiibo leaned up to whisper to you, “Come on y/n, you can do it. Use your words, princess.”
Alright, THAT was the hottest thing a robot has ever said in the history of EVER.
“I wanna be t-touched. I wanna be marked. I want everyone to know that I belong to you two and that I’m your little plaything.” Your face was hot with embarrassment.
Kiibo finally sank a finger into your heat, making a come-hither motion with it. You cried out his name and tears started to form in your eyes, before you winced and shut them tight.
“Hmm,” Kiibo hummed, “gooood girl. Such a good girl.” His hand slid from your hip to your stomach, and he lowered his head to your pussy as he pushed you farther back into Kokichi. “Good fucking girl.”
Bzzzt.
Kokichi shocked Kiibo again, but instead of backing off like before, he delved into you further, and you felt the shocks on your inner thighs. You let out a pained moan. It hurt but it was so fucking good.
He totally did that shit on purpose.
You already could feel your high getting close again, and despite your wrists being bound, you managed to find Kokichi’s thigh and squeezed it.
He retaliated, smacking your thigh, as close to your ass as he could get without lifting more than just your leg. “Don’t be a fucking brat. I can call Kiibo off again. Do you want that?”
You vigorously shook your head no. “No, no please. Please, I’ll be good.”
“Apologize to me, y/n,” he grabbed your chin again, forcing your neck to turn this time. You knew he was enjoying the sight of you flushed and begging him for any sort of release. “Apologize to your supreme leader.”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry, please, just let me cum! I wanna cum, please!”
Before tonight you never expected that something of that caliber would come out of your mouth, but you were so desperate now, you just let it tumble out as you were getting the best tongue fucking you’d ever gotten.
“You can only cum if you say our names when you do,” Kokichi grinned.
You hardly gave a shit who heard you at this point. If everyone knew that Kiibo and Kokichi were making you a mess, so be it. You were theirs in the moment.
“Yes, I will, just, please!”
“Fine, I guess you can cum,” Kokichi feigned disinterest in your ordeal, and you were just about to let the knot in your abdomen unravel, when Kiibo shoved his tongue into your pussy as far as it would go and, to your complete astonishment,
it vibrated.
And you screamed out an amalgamation of both boys' names, riding out your orgasm, Kiibo lapping up your cum like he was dying of thirst.
As soon as it was over with, you felt the exhaustion set in, and you leaned into Kokichi, your face buried in his neck, not even caring that you had just shouted his name at the top of your lungs and the RA’s were probably going to give him a noise complaint.
Oh fucking well. His fault.
You heard the jangling of Kokichi undoing your cuffs. Before you could grab your wrists to rub the marks away, Kiibo took them in his own metal hands and did it for you. The feeling of his hands on your wrists, and Kokichi’s hand petting your hair arguably felt more intimate than the both of them making you cum.
Kiibo finally got off of his knees, and sat on the bed. He kissed your neck, your jawline, your cheek, all the while whispering little praises to you, still holding your hands.
“Good girl, you did so well. Thank you for letting us do that for you. So so good for us.”
Kokichi gently (Kokichi doing anything gently? Odd.) shifted you to Kiibo’s arms as he got off of the bed. Your eyelids felt weighted, but your heavy breathing had gone back to normal. Kiibo continued kissing your cheeks and holding you up, telling you how wonderful you were. The sounds of running water were lulling you barely into sleep.
Kokichi returned with a warm washcloth in hand. He lifted one of your lethargic legs, and then hesitated.
“Can I…? If you want to do it yourself that’s fine.”
You smiled a little bit. Kokichi was being kinda…sweet. You nodded, and he went to work gingerly cleaning you off. After he was done, he walked off and you heard him running the water again. It was Kiibo’s turn to clean off a bit, and he handed you over to Kokichi, who slid your panties back up your legs. Carefully, he leaned you back against the mattress and pulled the covers over you, him facing you. His arms fell around your waist, and yours around his, your face in his neck once again. His smaller body seemed bigger than usual as he was wrapped around you.
Kiibo shuffled out of the bathroom, and flicked off the light.
“Got a charging cord?” Kokichi asked.
“Yeah, I’ve got my retractable one.”
You couldn’t see anything, since you were facing the wall the bed was against, but you assumed the noises you were hearing was Kiibo plugging himself in, and that the weight next to you on the bed was the android climbing in with the two of you.
Kiibo wrapped his arms around you, his above Kokichi’s, and rested his chin on your shoulder.
It was kind of uncomfortable with the three of you together on a twin mattress, but it was nice. Kokichi and Kiibo were warm, and comfortable, and you were so, so tired.
“Your hair smells nice,” you felt Kiibo rumble next to your ear.
“Sorry, was that weird?”
You lifted your head to turn to him. “Nah. It was dorky, though. Thanks,” you chuckled a little.
“Thank you guys…for doing this for me. I mean, the diary thing I’m still totally gonna kill you over, Kokichi, but the rest was…nice.”
Kokichi grinned and laughed his stupid little laugh. “Nice is an understatement. You loved that.”
Quietly, so as to not disturb you, he mimicked your moans and whimpers from earlier. “Ahhh! Kiibo! Kokichi! Lemme cum, lemme cum!”
You flicked his head. “Oh shut up, dweeb.”
“I’m glad you liked it, though.” Kiibo mumbled.
“Pfft, I’m glad you liked it. Where did you learn to eat someone out like that?”
“I have internet access, y/n. I just did some of my own research,” he smirked.
“Neeeerrrrrrd,” you teased him.
“Whatever, just sleep. You’re exhausted, and my…” he paused to yawn, “battery needs to charge, too.”
“Alright, night guys.”
Kiibo had already changed to sleep mode, the whirring reminding you of a PC that had fallen asleep, and Kokichi looked like he was asleep, so you adjusted yourself back into a comfortable position and closed your eyes.
You were so tired that you almost didn’t feel it when Kokichi kissed your cheek.
Maybe today wasn’t that bad.
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the-weasley-simp · 10 months
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I'm thinking about that Marble thing that @karahofthedawn wrote and I'm just thinking of how the twins would react when they find out how muggles determine pregnancy.
Reader: you know, wizards have an interesting way of determining pregnancy.
Fred: well how do muggles do it?
Reader: by peeing on a stick.
Both twins: Ew...
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