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ayyezhongli · 3 years

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horny hungry dom zhongli x innocent slutty childe

where zhongli is horny asf and childe has this lusty energy around him which makes it hard for zhongli to concentrate bc he just wants to ravage and fuck childe using him as a fucktoy

ok so its late in the day n zhongli jus came back from a mission. he has paper work he needs to finish but forst he needs to shower bc he’s sweating like crazy.

so he says “good work today”

trying to contain himself with all this lust and sexual desire that was pouring out of childe. childe smiled saying.

“yeah thx, you too”

n zhongli walked over to take a shower. the lust was too strong. like a tornado. if he stood there any second longer he would’ve for sure fucked childe stupid right there. he turned on the shower water to hot and stripped revealing his member hard asf.

“fuck not again.”

so now zhongli steps in the shower, cheeks tinted pink and one of his hands against the tile wall.

“i’ll just get it over with now”

with his free hand wrapped around his dick, he starts pumping himself as images of childe flash in his brain. childe in a maid outfit. childe with a lewd face. childe moaning….all he could think about were these abstract images and dirty scenarios about childe he made up in his head mumbling childes name under his breath.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck!”

so zhongli cums shooting his load all over the tile wall panting. after a few minutes of washing himself he turns off the water and wraps a towel around his waist and gets out. he puts on a fresh pair of boxers and has the towel over his shoulders. when he looks up to his surprise, he sees childe standing in front of him with a bright red face.

“S-sensei!”

“how long have you been here?”

“w-well i went to go shower bc i thought you were done b-b-but….”

zhongli stares childe down biting his lip. childe could see the hungry look in zhonglis eyes. he looked like a beast who captured his pret and ready to devour it any second. n he suddenly found himself backing up as zhongli approached him until he was pressed up against a wall kabedoned.

He’s gonna eat me alive!!

“u saw enough.”

zhongli couldnt hold back anymore. he jus couldn’t. he has been for so long and too long. and with the way how childe was acting, his flushed face. He REALLY couldnt.

“S-s-sensei?!”

childe was squirming around trying to escape and oh that turned him on so much. watching childe squirm underneath him. and so he fiercely attacked childes neck marking and claiming every spot he can which in response to this action childe gripped his shoulders letting out tiny little pants and moans right into zhonglis ear.

“Sensei p-p-pls stop”

childe begged while zhongli ignored him. childes begging only made him harder. there was no going back now. zhongli slid his hands up childes shirt mouth still attached onto childes neck. he went up pinching his nipples causing a loud moan to escape his mouth.

“F-Fuck Sensei!!”

he moved up to nibble on his ear and reached his hand down into his pants to palm him.

“you’re already so hard for me childe….”

“S-s-sensei….”

childe moaned into his ear. childe had the lewd face that zhongli always dreamed of. It turned him on so much he almost came.

“D-d-dont to- Ahh~!!”

it was too late, zhongli had a tight grip around his dick and started pumping him fast. childe came within seconds all over zhonglis hand and in his pants. zhongli rid childe of his pants and started rubbing against him through his boxers.

“Mmmnn S-sensei dont stop ahh~”

“i never planned too”

He’s even hotter than i imagined

“childe….”

“w-w-what.”

“kiss me.”

n so childe did. wrapping his arms around zhonglis neck kissing him passionately. he wanted to have all of childe for himself. have him all to his self. violate and claim every orifice or non orifice of his body. all of it should n would belong to him by the time he’s done. pulling away breathless a string of drool attached from the mouth he went back in and childe rubbed back harder and needier than before.

“S-sensei….i want you….”

zhongli felt himself blush but kept a calm composure.

“prostrate yourself in front of me and maybe i’ll consider it.”

childe did so all shame going down the drain. n zhonglis view was nothing short from perfect. it was beautiful. seeing childe’s pink innocent little hole with his ass high up in the air. he couldn’t hold back. it was so plump, so untouched, so round, so innocent looking he wanted to destroy it. and so he bit down marking and claiming what belongs to him which made childe yelp. with a loud smack childe came as a red hand print formed on his ass.

“you came just from that? what a slutty little masochist”

childe quivered while zhongli spanked him a few more times. he could feel his legs going weak until they finally decided gave out and he dropped to the floor unable to hold himself up any longer.

“i’m not finished with u yet. get back up.”

childe struggled to follow his directions but eventually did wobbling.

“good little slut.”

zhongli bent over and planted a gentle kiss on his head.

“turn around and suck”

zhongli said pulling down his boxers revealing his hard member. childe just stared. that wouldn’t be able to fit inside him!! how was he gonna take all that it!!

“stop gawking at it n suck it!”

childe gulped and started licking his shaft sucking on the balls from time to time. he slowly lowered himself down gagging at every inch. he wanted to see zhonglis reaction through it all so he maintained eye contact as he watched zhonglis face flush and his hand covering his mouth. it was hot ngl and childe could feel himself becoming harder. after a few zhongli came and he could feel the slimy liquid go down his throat and drip down the side of his mouth. he pulled away but before he could fully zhongli held him down.

“keep going.”

childe did the best he could. and he could feel zhongli’s throbbing cock in his mouth.

“stick out ur tongue”

zhongli said panting slightly

“Fuck!”

and he came all over his face and getting sum on his tongue. catching his breath he looked down at childe to see such a slutty cum covered face panting with his tongue sticking out and tears forming from the side of his eyes.

“you look so hot covered in my cum, such a slutty whore all for me~….”

zhongli put his fingers in childe’s mouth.

“suck and get them nice and lubricated.”

childe did so until zhongli pulled them out.

“prostrate yourself for me again.”

and when he did, zhongli shoved his fingers inside causing childe to moan in pain, crying.

“S-s-sensei it hurts…”

“it wont for long just hang in there. this isnt even the part that hurts the most.”

zhonglis fingers wiggled around inside childe

“god ur squeezing my fingers so tightly”

his fingers searched for that one g spot.

“where is it now….”

zhongli said still looking until childe arched his back and let out a loud moan drool dripping down the side of his mouth.

“found it.”

what was he feeling? what was this immense amount of pleasure? has he have no shame? it all felt too good childe couldn’t think straight. as a puddle of drool formed from the side of his mouth n on the floor zhongli pulled out and aligned himself.

“woah woah wait sensei thats not all gonna f- AHH SHIT!!”

but before childe could finish zhongli pushed himself inside him. all of him. and childe choked on his own spit, eyes widening and crying clawing at the floor to escape as zhongli thrusted into him fast and rough showing no mercy.

“Sensei it hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much!”

childe cried out clawing and scraping at the floor.as much as he tried to escape zhonglis grip on his hips was too tight.

“shhh its okay….it’ll feel better soon.”

and like zhongli said, the pain started fading away n all he could feel was pleasure. all he could think abt was zhongli. zhonglis dick deep inside him. destroying him. ruining him. claiming him.

“Zh-zh-zhongli~!!”

childe moaned out.

“fuck that was hot. moan out my name again. moan the name of the person who’s fucking u stupid. claiming you for themselves.”

zhonglis pace quickened and by now he was slamming into childe ruining him like he always got off too.

“ZHONGLI FUCK!! I’M GONNA-”

and with that childe came dropping to the floor.

“this isnt over yet childe, not even close~….”

zhongli flipped him around placing each of his legs on his shoulder and pounded into him harder n faster than childe could ever imagine.

“I’m gonna cum again…”

“n im gonna cum too….”

giving a few more thrusts zhongli came inside him and childe came again on his chest cum dripping out of him and panting heavily and twitching.

“ur still so hard for me.”

zhongli palmed the twitching childe and he came once more all over zhonglis hand. zhongli lifted his hand up to childes mouth.

“lick it clean”

hesitating, childe sucked his hand clean tasting himself. the bittersweet slimy consistency. he couldn’t help but scrunch up his nose.

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style.

“lets take a shower shall we?”

“t-t-together?”

“mhmm.”

and so they stepped into the shower to bathe but it turned out to be another round. the end :)

(but guess what- i wrote an alt ending so enjoy 😈)

ALT ENDING:

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style. when zhongli raised his head he could see diluc standing in there eyes widen is shock to speechless to say anything. Childe looked at diluc face flushed

“DILUC??!!!? HOW LONG HAVE U BEEN THERE?!”

diluc was too speechless he couldn’t say anything.

“i’m just gonna-”

diluc said turning around.

“dont tell anyone diluc”

“i never planned too.”

diluc said walking out.

“Besides…i dont wanna risk the chance of me n kaeya getting out.”

(ok now thats the alt ending. hope you enjoyed the story. it’s pretty rushed but don’t mind that)

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yourneighbourhoodfriendlywitch · 2 years

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Hmmm I have two more things to discuss with you my beloved TCP obsessed friends...

Welp first

I want no actually I NEED (and I can't stress it enough) to see how would cardan react if he found out that Jude was forced to kiss his brother ....like honestly I just ....IMAGINE HIM BEING LIKE SUPER PISSED CUZ LIKE YEAH U GET ME .... he never really was a overprotective "alpha" male (no toxic ass men w God complex finally ) and Jude was always a top and he knew she has never needed saving but in THAT exact moment maybe a little help would be nice ...so I'm just dying to know how he reacted and how he found out (also if you know a good fan fic on this plis lemme know, thxx)

And the other thing

Could Jude just PLEASE tell Cardan about everything that happened when she was kidnapped? PLEASE ? ! And vice versa would be nice too but let's not expect too much...

Okay thx for coming to my ted talk

#folk of the air #the cruel prince #high king cardan #queen of nothing #jurdan #judecardan #jude and cardan #jude x cardan #jude greenbriar #jude duarte #cardanandjude #prince cardan #cardan fanart #cardan my beloved #cardan duarte #taryn duarte #folk of air

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some-kindofgnome · 3 years

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you turn me on (i’m a radio)

bokuto comes over one night midweek while you’ve got the apartment to yourself. after a mishap with his favourite volleyball shorts, you take advantage of the privacy.

c: koutarou bokuto x reader

wc: 5.4k

tags: smut (18+ please!), college au, aged-up characters, oral sex (both receiving), praise kink, begging, soft and sloppy sex feat. bo the horny simp giving u the creampie of ur life, body worship if u squint

notes: bo has a fat ass and I have a praise kink. that is all. oh, wait, i should also mention that this is mostly unedited. so if u see typos feel free to point em out! thx 💕

the song this bit is named after is so sweet and sunny & makes me think of bo all the time, so give it a listen if you’d care to! ☀️

ALSO forgot to mention that this was inspired by a tiktok i saw like a million years ago where this girl was helping her boyfriend get out of his too-small rugby shorts. it has been lost to the ether but you better BELIEVE if i ever find it again i’ll be linking it here

EDIT: @karikarasuno the absolute ANGEL has scoured the internet and found the tiktok in question. p l e a s e go and watch it, u will not regret 😌

(MASTERLIST)

“’Kay, okay, I’m going!”

Bokuto tears himself from the tender press of your mouth in one fell swoop. As he whirls away with a tempted giggle, he combs his fingers through his mussed-and-sweaty hair. Practice was only two hours tonight, but he still doesn’t want to leave your side even long enough to shower.

You’ve only been dating for a few months, still lingering in that phase of every new relationship that feels too good to last. Your emotional involvement in one another deepens by the day, but you never fight. And you have a shamefully difficult time keeping yourself away from him. On a weeknight like this with no big assignments to speak of, you should be catching up on your readings, your chores, or even your sleep. But when you passed Bo in the quad earlier, pausing in your walk to class for a hi and a kiss, you’d invited him over before you could even stop yourself.

He’s nice to be around. Pleasant, unhindering. Even if you wanted to finish some readings or do some laundry while he’s over, he’s happy to be idle in your company. He is infuriatingly patient and understanding sometimes, compared to the slew of demanding, needy boyfriends that came before him.

You watch him retreat into the safety of your bedroom, grinning like a fool. He’s fresh out of practice and practically dripping in sweat, dried from the walk you shared from the athletic center. Your evening class that night wrapped up around the same time as his practice, and when you passed the gym doors on your way home, he was already loitering on the steps with his teammates. Instead of pretending he didn’t see you or offering you a casual, passing nod like you expected, he practically bounded down the wide concrete steps and introduced you gleefully to the pack of volleyball players behind him who already knew you well.

There was no way you were letting him go all the way home to shower first. Not when he’s never minded smelling like your orange-and-sandalwood shower gel in the first place.

Once he’s disappeared, you give a yawn and a deep stretch and haul ass off the couch, padding into the kitchen to tidy up the snacks you shared on the way in the door.

You’ve barely got the first plates in the sink before a muffled babe? from the bedroom gives you pause.

“Bo?” You call back, setting your handful down and trying to keep your brow from furrowing too deeply. “You okay?”

“Can you… um…” His response starts off strong, louder than before, but it dwindles into a dull, unintelligible mutter that sounds uncertain enough to send you away from the kitchen.

You gently shoulder the bedroom door open, frowning at his broad shape, silhouetted in the shadowy bathroom doorway from the light behind him. “What’s the matter?”

Feeling along the wall for the light switch, you illuminate the pot lights over your bed.

Bokuto’s cheeks are gently flushed as he waddles toward you with his thumbs dug into the waistband of his volleyball shorts. The fabric is tough and certainly seems clingy, but there’s a strain in his neck and shoulders that takes you a minute to pin down.

“I can’t…” he starts to say, trailing off, then pulls his hands out of his shorts and drops them to his side with a heavy, defeated sigh.

“They’re stuck.”

You force the corners of your mouth downward, tightening the line of your mouth to keep the mirth locked firmly in your throat.

“I can see that.”

He’s been hitting the gym hard lately, shoving down the calories to try and bulk up a little for the upcoming tournament season. And while you know he’s been putting on some weight, since he tells you just about everything, it never occurred to you that he might be bulking up quick enough to outgrow his favourite shorts.

Bo lets out a quiet little whine, digging a thumb into the waistband one more time and prompting you to step forward.

“How stuck are you?” You reach for him. He turns sideways, twisting his chin over one shoulder to try and assess the situation from every plausible angle.

Oh. You slap a hand to your mouth.

The waistband is rolled down around his hips and already strained to its absolute limit, stuck on the sharp swell of his butt and already compressing the flesh in a way that looks genuinely painful. He’s wearing a pair of tight white compression shorts underneath the uniform shorts in question, but they’re not doing much to aid the situation, either.

You’re eager to get him out of those shorts for several reasons now.

“Alright.” You try to keep your voice low, stepping up to his front and gently laying your hands on the stiff cotton roll at his hips. “Let me just-“

“I don’t know what happened,” he whines, slotting his hands on top of yours and squirming in between them. “They were hard to get on, but-“

“Don’t worry,” you interrupted softly. “We’ll get them off you one way or another.”

The fearful reflection of your sharpest kitchen scissors in his eyes suggests that he believes you.

Your first two attempts are about as successful as Bokuto’s solo endeavours. First, you wedge your hands into the fabric at his sides while he pushes from the front and back, but you give a hard shove while he lets up on the tension and his elbow very nearly connects with your nose, so you try a different approach.

Coming round to his backside, you dig your hands into the space between his uniform shorts and the tight spandex that holds what’s left of his modesty.

“Okay,” you pant, already a little breathless after dodging Bokuto’s flying elbows. “What if I-“

“Hang on,” he prompts, but it’s too late. You wind up and jump as hard as you can, using the downward force generated to try and shove the confining waistband down over his hips. It slides down another couple of inches, and inspiration flares in your chest as Bokuto turns over one shoulder, sweating.

“It’s working!” Your voice comes shrill with excitement, and before he can stop you you’re jumping again, shoving even harder this time. You meet resistance this time, and before you can clue in to what’s pushing back Bokuto howls in pain and doubles over, clasping his palms between his thighs.

“Oh, fuck, baby, I’m sorry.” You drop to one knee beside him as he descends into pained laughter.

“’S alright,” he promises, “I didn’t want kids that bad, anyway.”

You can’t help the snort that bubbles forward from your chest. Bo straightens slowly as his pain fades, but you stay on your knees, determined to get him undressed without resorting to textile violence.

Determination settles heavy and proud across your shoulders. You look up through your brows at him and when your eyes meet, his cheeks pink softly.

“We got this.”

Bokuto’s throat bobs. He nods shallowly and pulls his lower lip between his teeth.

You slip your hands into his shorts again, rolling them slowly down his thighs. Bokuto averts his eyes, letting out another audible gulp. Just when you’re starting to get somewhere, his hips twitch and he shifts his weight restlessly from one leg to the other.

“Stand still,” you scold, giving his hip a little slap. His breath hitches, hands flinching forward as he dips his torso backward.

“Um,” he pants. When you look up at him again, his neck and ears are bright red and he’s got his eyes trained firmly on the Star Wars poster hanging above your desk.

You level your gaze and realize two things.

1) Bokuto’s not wearing anything under his white compression shorts.

2) Apparently, your little scare wasn’t nearly as painful for him as he let on.

“Babe,” you tease. “I’m flattered, really.”

“C’mon!” He protests, scraping his fingers through the wild strands of his sweat-clumped hair. “What’d you think was gonna happen if you got down there all…”

“All what?” You lean forward without thinking, nuzzling the spandex that sits in the groove between his hip and his thigh. He groans deeply, letting his head fall back. His cock, thickening at the base, is still restrained tightly by the waistband of his shorts. You can practically see it throb into its confines, and his groan pinches tight with discomfort.

“Baby, please.” He’s wound his hands tightly in the front of his t-shirt by now, rucking it up over his belly for some way to dispel the tension. “Get ‘em off. Please.”

“You’re not exactly making it easier.”

A desperate whine from over your head suggests that maybe the time for jokes is passing. You abandon all coyness and tuck your hand under the weight of his balls, gently tugging down on the waistband and freeing all of him from its confining pressure. Bokuto gasps and lets his hips swing forward, but his dick swells quickly to fill its new, spandex restraint and you figure you’d better work quickly.

“God, this is really turning you on, isn’t it?” You can’t help the eagerness in your tone as you attack the swell of his hips one last time. With all his sensitive parts in the clear you don’t have to hold back, wedging and wrenching until the widest part of his pelvis is free and the shorts drop to the floor with a soft little triumphant rustle.

Bokuto groans like he’d just been strapped to a time bomb, stepping out of the fabric and kicking it towards the door. He drops the hem of his shirt and reaches for you, but you’re already leaning in to nose against the crook of his thigh some more, peeling down the stretchy, forgiving top of his compression shorts.

“Wh- babe.” He flushes. “I haven’t showered-“

“Don’t care,” you hum, entranced by the hypnotic length of his shaft, white spandex stretched sheer and dabbed with wet at the tip. “Want to taste you.”

“Are you s- oh, you’re sure.” His hands surge forward, this time soothing lovingly over the crown of your head as you tug the stretchy fabric down to his knees. His cock bobs eagerly against one thigh, unaffected by its confining endeavour, and you lean in and seal your mouth against the seam of his groin, where his shaft meets his body.

He is bulky and broad, thick cords of muscle and fat spanning his thighs and torso. His thighs and pelvis are dusted all over with wiry silver hair, and you bury your nose into the trimmed patch of it over his cock, licking eagerly at his soft skin.

Above you, Bokuto shudders hard enough to buckle his knees while you trace your hand up the stiff length of him. You’re trying your best to hide just how deeply you want to breathe him in, the addicting musk of his sweat filling your brain and sending deep throbs of arousal straight to your pussy.

“So hard,” you groan into his hip, “just from letting me get on my knees for you?”

He draws a sharp breath through his teeth, squeezing at the back of your head as his eyelashes flutter. His face is beet red from nose to hairline now.

“W-well, what else was I s’posed to- with you lookin’…” He is borderline incoherent, and you haven’t even put your mouth on him yet.

Adorable.

“You smell so good,” you murmur without thinking, flicking your eyes to his quickly when you realize what you’ve said. But it only serves to push his own arousal further, cock throbbing palpably between your fingers as he curses quietly through his teeth.

“Please,” he groans, letting his head roll back. “Don’t tease.”

You can’t deny a request as pleasantly worded as that.

After planting one more teasing kiss along the plane of his shaft, you draw back to his tip and give your tongue an enthusiastic flick, dipping it into his weeping slit. He yelps, and you swallow him down before he can ride out the shock, making him shiver. You can feel the tremor racking all the way down the column of his spine, his toes curling on the floor by your knees.

When you start to bob your head, his jaw goes completely slack. You’re learning to love the way he doesn’t hold back with you, a point made obvious by the expressions crossing his face as you settle into a steady rhythm. You can’t fit his entire length- impressive, not that he knows it- into your throat, but when you grip the base of his shaft with one hand and the spit from your throat drips eagerly between your fingers, he practically goes cross-eyed.

You fight the urge to smile around him, leaning into the way he fusses and grips at your skull.

“Nggh, babe, not gonna last long… when… suckin’ like that.” He’s grabbing your head with both hands, rocking his hips tightly forward in time with your gaudy slurping. You’re drooling all over your hand, spit dripping obscenely down your chin and onto the hardwood, but his whimpers are growing to obscene levels, punctuated by deep, chesty growls and quiet, slurred praise.

There’s no way you’re going to back off now.

You’ve been with Bo long enough to know his tells, so when his thighs start twitching and his voice pitches from his chest into his throat, you re-double your efforts, intensifying his pleasure until he’s howling and panting like a beast, rocking tightly into your mouth with his abs drawn tight as a bow.

“Ohhh, babe, lemme cum on your tits,” he pleads, slurring every syllable together as he looks down at you with unimaginable bliss mounting in his gaze. “Please, please, please, your tits, lemme cum on ‘em.”

With a smirk touching one corner of your mouth, you drop your free hand between his thighs. Until now it had been braced delicately on his hip, gently mitigating the wild bucks and twitches of his body giving into ecstasy. But you’d picked up one little trick that never failed to boost him over the edge- and send him falling that much further as a result.

As you draw your mouth back from his twitching cock, you close your free hand around the heavy sack of his balls- drawn up tight to his thighs in preparation for his orgasm- and give the supple skin a gentle little tug while you arch your back and jerk him off against the swell of your chest.

Bo’s voice shoots up a twelve-tone as his hands slide from your hair to your cheeks. His fingers tremble as he cups your face, throwing his head back with a wild yowl and wildly humping your fist. The first long spurt of his cum hits you square in the throat, dripping down between your collarbones and soaking the neckline of your tank top as he rides out the powerful waves of his climax. By the time it’s over, his thighs are shaking hard, tough lines of muscle standing out against the silver hair while his cock dribbles ripe streams right down your shirt.

He deflates with a heavy, heady sigh, falling to one knee in front of you and keeping your face gathered between his palms.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he moans, leaning in to capture your mouth and dip his tongue sloppily against yours. As soon as he’s found your lips he skates his hands down your shoulders to your breasts, lovingly cupping and thumbing the tightening buds of your nipples where thick shots of his cum are soaking into the white cotton. You can’t help the shaky little sigh that catches at the back of your throat, or the aching way you lean into his touch.

“G’nna-“ he cuts himself off, dipping his face into your throat. He licks into the tender column of your windpipe, bringing one big palm to the back of your neck to hold your head steady while he tucks his chin in and tastes the wet stripes of his cum that paint your décolletage. You’re not exactly sure what to expect, but the long, wet groan he lets into your chest is a pleasant surprise. He slides his hands from your neck to your shoulders to your sides and up the plane of your back, drawing you closer while he laps the mess from your collarbones and neckline.

“C’mon,” he mumbles into the swell of your left breast. “Gotta taste all of you.”

He slips his arms underneath you, lifting you with little more than a quiet grunt of effort as he gets to his feet. He holds you lovingly against his chest, striding slowly across the room and depositing you onto the bed with a smooth little bounce.

You hardly have the space to catch your breath before he braces a knee on the mattress beside you and leans down for another taste of your lips, kissing you slow and loving and skating a palm down your front. He slips his fingers into the waistband of your leggings, slipping his fingertips across your clit and making you yelp. Chuckling into your mouth, he dips his fingers lower and gasps.

“God,” he sighs. “Shoulda known you were holding out on me.” He sinks his middle finger into your clingy depths while he catches your mouth under his one more time. You’ve been unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words, pinned sensuously under his touch, but as he curls his fingers against the restrictive insides of your leggings, you whine deep and slow into his mouth, arching your back to push your hips into his touch.

He doesn’t linger, drawing his hand from you and curling it in the waistband of your leggings instead. You’re slipping your fingers under the hem of your soiled tank top, pulling it up to expose the bare swell of your breasts.

“Let me?” He poses it like a question, pulling your leggings and underwear down and fluttering a kiss to the newly exposed skin below your belly button.

“Please,” you pant, already planting your feet in the fluffy sheets to lift your hips and help him undress you.

He pulls your leggings and underwear down over your hips in one smooth motion, pulling just a little harder than necessary to make you gasp and giggle. Your ass lands on the mattress all at once, punctuated by another handful of mirth that you can’t keep contained.

Bo’s grinning down at you as he balls up your clothes and tosses them toward the hamper like a mid-court basket shot. He doesn’t wait to find out if they made it, though, settling himself between your knees and gathering your hips into his arms.

“So soft,” he purrs, kissing the velvet skin of your tummy.

“Bo,” you whine. It’s your turn in the hot seat, and now the idea of teasing isn’t half as appealing as it was when you were on your knees.

“What? You don’t want me to take my time with you?”

You groan, letting your head flop back against the pillows as your eyes slip shut. Now that he’s got you bare, with his breath puffing hot and wanting over your tender skin, it’s hard to focus on anything but what you want.

“Don’t be mean,” you whine, but the hot press of his tongue on your inner thigh shuts you up fast. He moans low and rumbly against the damp of your skin, sinking his teeth gently into the fat of your thigh and giving a noisy suck.

“You’re so ready for it,” he muses, eyes darting sideways to admire your weeping slit. The buzz of his voice shoots right down the column of your spine, vibrating pleasantly at the base of your tailbone and sending goosebumps racing up your torso.

“Man,” Bo sighs, planting one hand on each thigh and pushing them apart. “You must really like suckin’ me off, huh?”

“I swear,” you grit. “I’m never touching your dick again if you don’t-“

He doesn’t waste another minute, leaning down and sealing his mouth greedily over your slit. The payoff is there for both of you, if the sound he makes when he dips his tongue between your folds is anything to go by.

The relief comes on swift wings as soon as he lets his tongue wander, stoking the fire that had been burning dangerously low and hot in your gut. Your thighs twitch in toward his ears while he tastes your messy slit, but his palms are as strong as shackles, keeping you open and vulnerable for him.

Bo prods his tongue forward, pressing inward as far as he can with a tiny little strained groan of effort. You cry out and clamp down around his tongue like a vice, a reaction he feels so vividly it makes him whip back from your body with a laugh.

“Don’t stopppp,” you plead, but his face is already disappearing between your thighs again, and you wrap your fingers in the hem of your tank top while he re-focuses his efforts on your swollen clit. He’s pressing his hips forward in a slow tempo that matches the patterns he tongues between your thighs, softly humping the mattress in time with your pleasure.

You’re sensitive and ready for him, stomach tightening smoothly when he settles into a rhythm. His technique is sloppy but he makes up for it in eagerness, pausing only to take deep breaths through his nose. He smiles into your skin and you can feel the way his mouth twitches against you, making you arch your back and slide one hand between your legs to rake through the silvery strands of his mussed hair. He grunts hard against your clit and you jump, giving him the chance to slip his hands under your thighs and hook them over his shoulders.

When he swallows you down this time, there’s something in the changed angle that drives pleasure straight down your back, letting it reverberate all the way into your toes. You flinch hard between his hands, and as he settles back into his messy, enthusiastic rhythm, you feel the telltale twinges of your building climax.

“Bo-“ you choke on his name.

He flicks his gaze to yours and his eyes flash, bright and golden. He knows your tells, too, and he sinks his fingers into the fat of your thighs, re-doubling his efforts and sucking a languid rhythm into your needy clit.

“Fuck,” you sputter. “Fuck, f-fuck, I-ah-“

Your mouth drops open, but the scream dies in your throat as white-hot pleasure bursts through your veins. Bokuto is heartbreakingly persistent, keeping up his ministrations while you claw at his hair and clamp your thighs down around his temples and ride the waves of your orgasm as gracefully as possible. By the time the sharp, burning pleasure’s raked its way through you, all your limbs have gone tense, and when it’s over you collapse, sweat-soaked, to the sheets beneath you.

Bo’s trembling between your legs, and when he surfaces his cheeks and ears are maroon. His cock is still twitching against his belly, bobbing as he gets onto his knees and still weeping long streams of spend.

“Oh.” The word flies from your throat before you can trap it, and he rubs your thighs soothingly with both hands as he takes a shaky, cleansing breath.

“You’re so-“ he starts to say, but you reach for him and he’s got no choice but to dip his cheek into your palm, flushing even deeper at the open way you stare.

“C’mere,” you prompt. Bo takes the bait and flops forward, landing stomach-first on the bed beside you and pillowing his head between your slick breasts. The position ought to be comical, but the weight of him is immensely soothing, rising and falling with the even pulse of your laboured breath.

You lie that way for a long while, staring vacantly past your reflection in the dark window beside your bed. The nighttime chill radiates through the glass, cooling your heated flesh. Your body aches with the fresh sensations of climax, but you’re not ready to put your clothes on yet.

“Bo.”

“Hmm?” It never occurred to you that he might be half-asleep until he winds himself upright, blinking weighty silver lashes against his still-blushing cheeks.

Still, you know how to wake him up. The conspiratory grin that touches your mouth is completely involuntary, and it’s enough to have Bokuto cocking a tired brow.

“Can I ride your cock?”

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything at all. His eyes grow slowly bigger, focus drifting away from your face as his jaw drops. Literally.

“Bo? Baby?”

“Y- b- I… h-“ he sputters, blinking hard and shaking out his sweaty hair. He looks up at you again with an expression unlike anything you’ve ever seen. Like a kid at the zoo.

“Right now?”

You can’t hold back a snort, shoulders pitching forward. But he’s not kidding.

Neither are you.

You raise your eyebrows. “Is that a yes?”

By the time he rolls over, his cock’s already half-hard again, swelling against the strong cord of his right thigh. He sits up, scooting himself comfortably back against your bed’s stacked pillows. And when he reaches for you, you’re already rooting through the nightstand for supplies.

Bo’s a big dude, in every conceivable way. And while he’s never exactly been shy about that fact, he’s also painfully aware of the fact that with great power comes great responsibility. So when you start to warm a dollop of chilly water-based lube between your fingers, he doesn’t flinch.

“Mmmf.” He pushes his hips into your hands as you wrap them around his shaft, letting him swell into your palms while you slick him up. He’s still tender from before, and when you shift onto your knees your clit’s still tensing with leftover pleasure, but you’re buzzing with want. It hangs thick and heavy in the air between you. You’re unwilling to let it dissipate until you’re both completely satisfied.

By the time you’ve got the lube spread evenly from his base to his tip, Bo’s fully hard for you again, flushed and panting and grabbing at your hips as you scoot forward to straddle him. His impatience should probably bother you, but at this point it’s just endearing.

“Hmm, you’re so close,” you say, leaning forward to brush your lips against his. His mouth drops open as you bring his tip to your ready sex. Your pussy clamps involuntarily around the swell of his weeping head, and you’re panting into each others’ mouths as your hips sink slowly backward. The fill of him presses up into your belly, and you bottom out with a little flinch of discomfort, settling your thighs over his. He’s long enough that it actually hurts to take him in all the way like this, but you’re willing to put up with it for a minute while you get adjusted.

“Look at you.” Bokuto’s eyes rake up and down your trembling form, keeping time with his strong palms that rub soothing circles into the flesh of your hips. You shift a little, making him twitch and grunt. His thighs strain, struggling to keep from bucking upward against your tender cervix.

He lets out a deep, shaky sigh through pursed lips. “You’re so f-fucking perfect, you know that?”

You’re concentrating on tucking your knees underneath you for proper leverage, but he never fails to make you smile.

“I haven’t even started moving yet,” you breathe, bracing one hand on his shoulder. Once you’re stabilized, you lift your hips slowly forward, letting the thickness of him pull slowly from your slick depths. Bokuto’s head falls back against the pillows, beet red with exertion already.

“God,” he groans, bringing one hand around to your ass. “More, baby.”

You swallow hard, grip his hips tightly between your knees, and swirl your hips in a careful, tight little circle. It’s a subtle movement from the outside, but where you’re joined it rubs the thick ridge of his tip along all your tenderest nerve endings, sending powerful surges of pleasure vibrating into your chest.

Bokuto’s feeling it, too, the hard angles of his jaw standing out as he clenches his teeth. His silvery lashes rest heavily over his flushed cheeks, giving you little more than a bare peek of his dark, tawny eyes with the pupils blown wide in ecstasy.

“Just like that,” he prompts when you angle your hips forward, pinning your abused clit against his pubic bone and continuing to grind greedily over his shaft. He interrupts your rhythm with a sharp little pat to your ass, making your hips jump forward and giving him an opening to lower his chin and seal his mouth in the crook of your shoulder.

“Fu-uck,” you whine, looping both arms under his and clutching tightly at his back as your rhythm grows more urgent. You know how to work yourself to the peak easily, using his powerful body and thick cock to your every advantage.

“You’re close already,” he pants in your ear. “Oh, man, I can feel it. Don’t-“ His hips jerk backward, choking him on a surge of pleasure that washes over both of you.

“Don’t hold back for me, baby. I c’n… take it, yeah, that’s it.”

The low rumble of his voice in your ear reverberates all the way down to the pit of your stomach, cocktailing with the pleasure you’re grinding out yourself, and when he grabs your ass with both hands and rocks his tip against the gooey-sweet spot on your upper wall, you’re lost.

“Bo,” you whimper, grabbing tightly at the muscles in his back as your thighs start to shake. “Fuck, oh, fuck, ohfuck-“

The peak crests quietly between you, but quickly bleeds into every limb. You’re powerless to do anything but cling to him and whine in his ear as your hips stutter and twitch and grind over his stirring cock. Just when you think the wave is subsiding, Bokuto glides his hips beneath yours again and draws it out into a tight, near-painful shudder. Your vision whites out, then flashes black as you squeeze your eyes shut and lose yourself to the pleasure.

“Fuck.” Bo’s cursing as you come back to the surface, humping shallowly into your spent body. The lube you used squelches obscenely with the handfuls of slick your climax brought forth, numbing your used insides to his desperate thrusts. “Fuck, you’re so- you’re so- ohgod, inside, I-“

He goes completely incoherent as he finds his own pleasure, shoving his hips tightly against yours. His balls draw tight beneath you, thighs twitching as thick, heady warmth fills your belly. You’re addicted to the fullness he leaves in you without fail, the mess between you when he goes slack and you draw your hips backward to let his falling erection slide out of you.

Your roommate’ll be back from the library at any second. You should be getting up and dressing yourselves, making some attempt at feigning innocence before she comes in. But the bedroom door is closed and it’s far too easy to tumble back into the haphazard embrace from before, cum collecting sticky and hot between your thighs as Bokuto buries his face between your tits.

“D’you think they’ll stretch?” he mumbles into your skin, once your pulse has finally slowed to its regular pace.

“Hmm?” In your pleasure-addled haze, you don’t follow. Bokuto lifts his face from your flesh, resting his chin gently on your sternum.

“My shorts.”

Right.

“Uh-“ You have to purse your lips hard, to keep the dumb smile from showing on them. You take a slow pass of air in through your nose and lift your fingers to comb soothingly through his sweaty hair.

“We’ll make them fit,” you promise. “Somehow.”

Before he buries his face in your chest again, you catch the pure, blissed smile that stretches his cheeks. He slips his eyes shut, nuzzling you tenderly and kissing the swell of one breast.

“Good,” he sighs. And then, bare-assed, sweaty and sticky, he falls asleep.

You spy the shorts, still lying in a crumpled heap by the bathroom door. You make a mental note to check the brand and sizing later, before he leaves.

You’ll make then fit again.

Somehow.

#haikyuu #bokuto x reader #haikyuu x reader #bokuto #koutarou bokuto #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader smut #bokuto x you #bokuto x y/n

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ethvn-torchio · 3 years

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Dom but kind Anakin and virgin reader? Nice and slow and Anakin is equally vocal?

HHSHHSHSSHDHSHDHSDHHSDHS???? OK MISS GIRL NOW IK U TRYNA KILL ME 🥵🥵 DAMN OKAY HERE WE GO

here ya go baebee, have an Anakin x fem! reader blurb 😏 (also taglist at le bottom;0)

warnings: smut (obv), cunnilingus (oh yes bitches, we’re goin there™), p in v sex, unprotected sex, soft!dom anakin

word count: 1238 ;)

Also yay for gifs this time!!

"But you've never-...are you sure? This is totally up to you-" he starts.

"I want this, Ani. I trust you," you say softly.

Anakin kisses you gently as his hands move around you, pulling you close.

The light kiss turns into something more, and you feel his hands move down to your hips. His hands grow more forceful, gripping you tightly.

"You're so gorgeous," he whispers in a deep voice that makes you shiver. Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. It feels right having him hold you. Anakin's lips move to yours, kissing you deeper.

He fumbles with the button on your pants, and you can feel his satisfied smile against your lips when he unbuttons the top button. He impatiently undresses you, unfastening your pants and sliding them off into the cold night air. He pulls away from you, peppering kisses from your neck to your torso. He kisses lower, dangerously close to the top of your exposed thigh.

"Please," you whisper.

"Please, what?" he asks, teasingly.

"Could you- I-" you struggle to get your meaning across. Thankfully, it seems as if he knows what you mean. He hooks his fingers in your underwear, sliding it off of you.

His finger circles your entrance, sliding a finger in with ease. “This okay?”

You weren’t a stranger to the sensation of being fingered - you had done it to yourself many times over the years. You were anxious to take it further. “Y-yes. More, please.” you keen.

"You're soaked," he mutters. "All because of me, hmm?"

"I….I need you to-" you trail off as he curls his finger.

"What was that, again? You didn't finish your sentence," he smiles wryly.

"M-more, please...I need more," you beg.

"More what?"

He wanted you to say it. You whine in frustration. "I...Maker, more fingers? O-or…" you trail off.

He slides a second finger in easily; curling and pumping them just right. "Or what? Go on, finish your sentence, Angel." He chuckles.

You blank on words for a solid moment there. "...I- you can read minds, I can't describe-!" you arch your back, squeezing your eyes shut as he hits your G-spot.

Anakin says nothing in reply. You can hear him moving, and when you open your eyes you see him between your legs.

You automatically part your legs for him more to allow him better access.

"So beautiful," he mutters, his voice becoming impossibly low. He presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh, kissing the other one next, taking his time.

Finally, he presses a kiss directly on your clit. Your breath hitches.

He drags his tongue along your folds, tasting you.

You hiss, hands finding their way to his hair, and you accidentally pull on his hair in a silent demand for more, though he doesn’t seem to mind.

"You taste so good," he says, quickly resuming his exploration.

He plunges his fingers inside your cunt right as he sucks on your clit, and you swear you see stars from that alone. Your back is arched impossibly high, mouth wide open in a silent scream.

You attempt to buck your hips, but nothing happens. Confused, you glance down at Anakin, who has your lower half pinned with the Force.

Anakin Skywalker was going to be the death of you.

"I- Ani, faster, please," you babble.

You swear you hear him fucking chuckle - and you can feel the vibration. He swirls his tongue on your clit, faster and faster, electric waves of pleasure washing over you.

You clamp around his fingers, the distinct feeling of an orgasm approaching.

Your breath comes in quickened, frantic breaths. “Ani,” you whimper.

He merely winks at you. Anakin’s fingers move faster, hitting your G-spot every time.

He sucks on your clit once again, his mouth oh-so-hot and wet. He lightly grazes your clit with his teeth, and that action alone makes you cum, gripping at the sheets and cursing.

He helps you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm, greedily cleaning you with nothing but his tongue.

You pant as you come back to reality, so to speak. Your legs are still shaking.

“You did so good for me, Angel,” he praises. And then he kisses you and you can taste yourself on his lips.

You two begin lazily making out. At some point, he takes his pants off.

“Are we still…?” You ask.

“That’s totally up to you, baby. Are you feeling up to it?” he asks, sincerely.

Your cheeks redden. “I really want you to…”

“To…?” he prompts.

"Ani...I need..." you trail off.

“Say it, Angel,” Anakin purrs in your ear, fingertips ghosting over your still-oversensitive clit- far too little pressure to actually mean something. “Tell me what you need,”

You ache with need, and your cheeks burn hot with heat. “I...I need you,” you breathe.

“You need my what? "I need you to use your words," Anakin teases, his blue eyes fixed on you. “What do you need?”

"I...please fuck me, Ani," you relent, most of your sense of shame long thrown out the window. "Please, I n-need you to fuck my pussy."

"Good girl," Anakin praises, and you can feel the head of his cock at your entrance.

He pauses, presumably to keep you in suspense because of course, he would, and you’re just about to open your mouth to say something when he slowly, finally, enters you. You moan at the sensation; the delicious stretch. You had expected it to hurt; instead, you feel pleasantly full.

“Fuck, you feel so good…” he whispers in your ear, nipping at your earlobe. “You s-still with me?” You distantly hear him ask.

You nod, unable to form words at the moment.

He sets a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts. “I want to hear you, Baby. Use your words.” his voice drops to a near-growl.

You moan, your breath coming out in quick, short puffs. “Yes-!” you whine. “Anakin, yes,”

His metal hand finds your clit, and the contrast of the cold metal on your hot, aching, oversensitive clit made you clench around him. A strangled noise escapes your lips.

“Say it again. Say my name again,” he demands, and you can feel his breath on your neck, lips occasionally peppering kisses on your shoulder and neck.

You scream his name in reply.

“Fuck. My good girl. So wet for me. You’re- you’re taking me so well,” he murmurs filthy praises in your ear, his thrusts gradually becoming erratic.

His cool fingers circle your clit, and it doesn’t take long before you’re on the verge of orgasm for the second time today.

He moans your name as you clench around him once again, desperate for his touch.

His fingers circle your clit once again. “Y-you gonna cum again? Cum for me. Go ahead, Angel.” his fingers move at fast pace, rubbing tight circles.

“Cum,” he says simply, and your body reacts to his command. You cry out his name, your orgasm hitting you hard and fast.

He soon follows, muttering your name, kissing you any and everywhere he can, burying himself inside you.

He rolls off of you, and you quickly snuggle up to him. “Thank you,” you sigh.

“What for?”

“That was...really good.” you blurt. “I- I mean, I really liked it. I want to do it again sometime soon.”

Anakin presses a kiss to your forehead. “Any time, Angel.”

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whoops, i didn’t mean to make this as long as it ended up. it was just gonna b a lil blurb and then i went “pussy eating go brr”. oopsie ;)

taglist ;p

@soveryhowvery @cr-uelsummer @haydens-moles @anakinswhore @anakin-railme @hansonveggieclub @itsmentalillness @passable-talent @missyatrocious and also motherfuckingstargirl10, but she was the one who asked so she got notified anyway.

anyway damnb i really struggled to write the scene where anakin eats pussy and it probably shows won’t lie. like ohmygod i was stuck on the pussyeating scene for like a whole ass day bc i couldn’t figure out how to describe that feeling you get when ur about to cum???? and i’m too stupid to google??

thx for reading tho ;00 rb or comment if you enjoyed ;) and don’t forget requests are open, so send em over babes <3

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bokuroskitten · 3 years

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121 with BOKUTO PLZ AND THX 🥵

121. C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working.

It’s funny you ask this one of me anon, because I have a full Fanfiction based on this concept. So please, take it here.❦

Office Shenanigans

⤞Genre: NSFW 18+, Yakuza (Mafia) AU ⤞warnings: Poly Relationship, DDLG dynamics (Papa & Daddy title used), thigh riding, praise kink, throat grabbing, slight overstimulation, rough sex, begging. ⤞Word Count: 2.2k ⤞Character(s): Dom!Bokuto Koutarou x Dom!Kuroo Tetsuro x Fem Reader ⤞Summary: Bokuto is attempting to get paperwork done, but you have other plans for him.

Bokuto was in his office, humming softly to himself as a cigarette dangled from his lips, his eyes scanning over bills as he counted and recounted them. Things were business as usual, his boyfriend, Kuroo, was out running the errands for the Yakuza in person while he stayed home for the evening, cleaning up loose ends and dealing with a bit of paperwork.

He thought their girlfriend was napping, as he left you in their shared bedroom very sleepy and curled up in the sheets until he heard a soft little whine come from the doorway.

He glanced up instantly, amber eyes meeting yours with a bit of worry, that is before he noticed your expression. Your eyes were glassed over, cheeks flushed as you bit along your swollen lower lip. You clutched the hem of the oversized sweater you wore, the one that belonged to Kuroo.

“Papa...” You breathed out gently, the voice almost enough to have Bokuto losing his mind, but he kept his cool, a little smirk curling on his lips as he looked back down at his task, slowly removed the cigarette from his lips.

“What is it? What does my birdy need hm?” He asked expectantly, eyes flicking back up to you to see the way your thighs pressed together, the way you slowly entered the room. It took you a couple seconds to ask, voice a bit shaky. “I-I need you, Papa...” Your voice was so whiny, so soft and pretty Bokuto wanted to bend you over the desk and take you right then and there.

But instead, he leaned back in the large leather chair, brows furrowed as he patted one of his thighs. “C’mon baby, you know papa will only help you if you use your big girl words. C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working.”

You quickly took the opportunity he gave you and found a spot perched on his thighs, very subtly rubbing yourself along his toned muscle in an attempt to find friction for your currently pulsing core. Bokuto caught on right away and held firm to your hip, thumb pressing right up against your hip bone as he hummed in disapproval. “Words birdy, don’t be bad for Papa now.”

Your little whines were music to his ears, the way your fingers curled into his black button-up, the way you squeezed your thighs around his, you were so cute when you got like this. But you also knew better— so with your cheeks puffed out and in a very soft voice, you spoke to him.

“Papa... I need you in my cunny— “You paused a second, breath catching in your throat as he looked at you with a smirk. “P-Please Papa needa be played with please— “

“Good girl baby, such good words.” He praised, one palm moving up to gently rack through your hair before he looked back down at the desk, his own desire shining through his gaze now. “Papa has to finish his work, you take what you need to, like a big girl okay?”

You were a bit reluctant at first, whining at him and attempting to make a little scene, until he easily slipped himself free from the zipper of the slacks he wore, your mouth opening in a small little gasp as his length bobbed against his abdomen, stood straight and ready for you. “Papa has to work and so does baby.” He reaffirmed, the hand on your hip easily slipping beneath the oversized sweater to press you closer to his freed cock.

With a shaky breath, you gripped tighter at Bokuto’s shirt, biting your lip in concentration as you rose yourself up, slowly fitted yourself along his length. He groaned ever so softly as you bottomed out on him, your face crimson and your lips hung in a little moan as you squeezed lovingly along his cock.

He gave your rear a pat with one large palm, a signal for you to get to work as he placed the cigarette back between his lips, kept his eyes glued to the paperwork. And you did just that, bouncing yourself along his length as pretty little moans of delight left your lips.

“Ah—ah~ Papa” You whined, your hips rotating in sloppy circles as you pressed your face into his shoulder, pressed your chest flush to his. He hummed, smoke puffing from his lips as his palm continued to massage your rear. “Keep going baba... you’re doing so good” he reassured you, his eyes fluttering a bit as you began your little bouncing again. How badly he wanted to fuck into you, make you sob out his name.

But it was so cute watching you desperately get off. Now he knew why Kuroo loved to tease you so much.

“G-Gunna come Papa— can I come please?” Your words were broken between moans, fingers balling into fists as your hips continued to bounce up in sloppy circles with mixes of grinds. He unhooked his chin from your shoulder to lean back once again, removing his smoke so he could grin again. “Mhm baby bird, make a mess of Papa’s slacks.”

The mischief in his tone had you blushing like mad, your face digging into the side of his neck as your moan vibrated against his skin. Once you got permission it was only a few more sloppy bounces and you were coming until, drool forming a little pool on his shoulder as you press your hips desperately into his pelvis. Your cunt squeezed him so perfectly, a grunt of his own escaping at the feeling of your slick soaking his length.

You panted against the now dampened fabric of his button-up, your hips twitching as Bokuto looked down, smirked at the pretty little mess you left all over his pants. In one quick movement, he was gripping your ass, sitting you right on top of the paperwork as he stayed within your walls. You gasped softly at the sudden change, arms attempting to grab at his shoulders, so you didn’t fall back.

But Bokuto was quick to grip your throat within a palm, a small growl leaving him as his cigarette dangled from his lips. “Lay back baby girl, it’s Papa’s turn.” And you were compliant despite your whines, arms spread above your head and hips jutting forward to press his cock against your sweet spot.

He had to chuckle, watching (Y/N) sprawl out over his work, his palm looking so big around your pretty throat, watching the way your desperate cunt swallowed his cock.

“Can’t wait to paint this little cunny white.” He barely growled out before he began pounding within you, shaking the desk with his powerful thrusts. After removing his cigarette, he easily gripped your thighs, bringing your trembling legs over his large shoulders to get a better angel, slam into you further. You sobbed out loud, back arching and fingers gripping the wood above your head as Bokuto’s cock continuously kissed your cervix, dragged along all your sweet spots.

Bokuto’s pupils were blown wide as he watched his baby come undone by his cock, roughly grabbing your jaw and jerking your face so he could see the pleasurable tears that built up in your gaze. “Tell Papa you love his cock, nice and pretty birdy.”

“I love—ah~! I l-love Papa’s cock~!” You managed to squeal, causing Bokuto to rut into you harder, faster. His fingers were leaving bruised along your thighs at this point as they trembled on his shoulders, one thumb smudging along your bottom lip to pick up the drool that bubbled from your moaning lips.

“Good girl.” He cooed. “Ready for papa to fill you up huh? Wanna be full for when Daddy gets home?” He continued to egg you on, knowing fully well you’d just babble at this point as your eyes rolled back, your hips jutting forward so he could hit you in all the right spots. Biting on his lower lip Bokuto slammed into you a couple mores, hard enough to make his desk shake and to have you sobbing out his name in the empty office.

“Fuck yea~” he growled lowly, keeping his eyes glued to your cunt as he finally released within you, watching the way you clenched desperately around his dick in an attempt to swallow up his warmth. His strokes came to a slow stop as he rode out the high of his orgasm, eyes shiny with desire as his cock was coated in your slick and his own, how your little pussy walls fluttered around him.

“Papa...~” Your whiney little voice snapped him back to reality, looking up at your tear-stained face. Your fingers were still desperately gripping the wood as you gave him a pretty whimper, chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. “Feel full~”

“I bet you do pretty baby~” He cooed, both palms moving to cup your face as he leaned into you, pressed a smooch to your dampened forehead. “Gunna keep this pretty cunny full for Daddy cause I know he’ll love to see it.”

“You’re right he would~ “The sly words were followed by a laugh that could only belong to Kuroo. Bokuto looked up to find his boyfriend entering the office, suit jacket already shrugged off as he slowly rolled up the sleeves of his button-up. “Seems like you two were having a lot of fun while I had to work, so unfair~”

“Mmm, Daddy~” You spoke softly, your eyes still glassy as you looked to him, a blush covering your features as he smoothed a palm over your cheek, down your throat and over the sweater you wore which was now covered in a layer of sex sweat. “Hi, pretty Kitty~ let’s see this full cunny of yours.” He spoke as he leaned into Bokuto, his other hand curling around the back of his neck to teasingly brush against his pulse.

Bokuto had to chuckle, slowly easing his girl's trembling legs from his shoulders so he could spread them wide, despite your whining. You moved your hands to cover your blushing face as Kuroo groaned out loud, watching the way Bokuto slowly pulled his coated dick from your entrance. Whatever papers got caught underneath you got ruined by your shared filth, a pretty little bead of white rolling out of your clenching hole and down between your cheeks. Bokuto thought he was going to get hard again just from the sight.

“Beautiful~ “Kuroo breathed, lips close to Bokuto’s ear as he allowed his tongue to poke out, sneak across the man’s lobe. Bokuto shivered, a little growl rumbling into his chest before he felt the tremble of (Y/N)’s thighs, the way you peaked up at them with glassy eyes through your fingers.

“Did Papa fuck you too hard baba~? Need to take a break?” The change in Bokuto’s demeanour happened in seconds as you nodded to him, body quivering from the uncomfortable wood that was beneath you. Kuroo was quick to hum in agreement, gently easing you up so you sat up. You clung to him instantly, your blush getting darker as you mumbled a soft “daddy” leaning your head, so it fell into his shoulder.

Kuroo sighed softly, smoothing his large palm over the back of your head as he watched Bokuto tuck himself back into his slacks, brows raising in delight at the stain that remained there from earlier. “Did kitty do that all by herself?” Bokuto grinned, smoothing his fingers over the dry stain. “Yesss she did~ took what she needed like a big girl, you woulda loved to see it,” Bokuto spoke with a gentle snicker.

“Mm, I’ll make her do it to me later so I can see, isn’t that right sweetheart,” Kuroo spoke into your hair, and despite your whining at such a request your toes curled in excitement, fingers gripping at his shoulders a bit harder. “But for now, let’s get you cleaned up yea? Wanna take a bath with me kitty?”

You nodded into his shoulder, your legs wrapping around Kuroo instinctively so he could haul you into his arms, his palm smoothing over your rear to cup it. You only lifted your face so you could look to Bokuto, held a slightly trembling palm out to him. “Come to Papa.”

“I’ll be right there birdy,” Bokuto reassured a free and new cigarette lit and already tucked between his lips as he placed a quick slap to Kuroo’s ass, a laugh erupting from the black-haired male. “Gotta clean this mess you made all over my desk~” he spoke in a tease, gathering up the loose and crinkled papers with a larger smirk as blush bloomed over your cheeks.

“S-sorry...~” you managed to mumble before your face was dug into Kuroo’s neck again, having them both chuckling. “See you soon, Papa~” Kuroo teased to his lover as he made his way towards the bathroom, his palm gripping at your rear just a little tighter as he held you protectively, whispered sweet things into your hair that had you giggling.

Bokuto watched it fondly and made haste with the rest of his work. He had a feeling the three of you were just getting started for the evening.

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asserting dominance ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1074

request?: yes!

“I sadly can’t share links in an ask, but glitterqueen96 posted a gif (tagged #machine gun kelly) of Colson spitting alkohol in a fans mouth. This gif is doing things for me, could you maybe write something inspired by it? Idk, i would love smthg about him showing you/the power he has over you off in public (i have a thing for confident, dominant men). Would be awesome but i can understand if its too weird, thx for all your writing”

“Hey, just saw the other anon about dominant MGK or Rook and was reminded of a video i saw a few days ago here on tumblr, where Colson spit alcohol in a womans mouth and since then I kinda wish to read an imagine about that 🙈 I don’t know, that clip just showed sutch confidence that the woman just accepts his spit and stuff and idk, dominant men are just my type Thank you for writing such awesome fics for us!”

description: in which he likes to show everyone that she belongs to him and him only

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

If there was one thing that everyone knew about Machine Gun Kelly, it was that he was very protective over his girlfriend.

Colson loved you and treated you like a queen. He basically worshipped the ground you walked on and his friends often joked about how whipped he was, but he could care less. In fact, he would agree to this assessment with a smile on his face.

Of course, you felt the same way for Colson. You loved him more than anything. You couldn’t imagine your life without him at this point. But, surprisingly enough, he was the jealous one of the relationship.

With how many groupies and female celebrities that were trying to get close to Colson, everyone thought that you’d be the one to get jealous. You did have some moments of jealously sometimes, but you trusted Colson. You knew he’d never do anything, and he trusted you, too, but he couldn’t help but feel some form of jealousy when other guys tried to hit on you. He would always make some display to guys who were getting a little to close to show them that you were his and his only.

You and Colson were invited to a party by one of Colson’s friends on one of their rare nights off. You were dressed in a short, tight dress, one that showed off your every curve and drove Colson absolutely wild. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when you walked down the stairs.

“Fuck baby,” he said, wasting no time in grabbing your ass once you reached him. “I wanna take this thing off you already.”

“You’ll have to wait,” you told him, making sure to rub against him in a way to tease him more. “I spent a lot on this dress and I wanna wear it.”

Colson sighed and reluctantly let you go. You smirked at him before leaving up to kiss him.

His eyes were on you constantly throughout the night. Even when you were talking to others or dancing with your friends, Colson’s eyes were scanning your body. The beautiful body that he was fortunate enough to make love to every night.

But Colson wasn’t the only attention you had. A handful of guys in attendance also had their eyes glued to you as you moved your hips to the music. Colson noticed these looks and tried his best not to get too upset over it, but it was hard when they were looking at you as if you were a piece of meat.

You stumbled off the dance floor towards the kitchen for another drink. The kitchen was so crowded that you basically had to shove everyone out of the way in order to get to the alcohol.

“Feisty little thing, aren’t you?” a guy you had shoved asked as you started pouring your drink.

“First, I’m not that little,” you retorted. “And second, if a bunch of assholes were surrounding the alcohol you were trying to get to, you’d be ‘feisty’ too.”

The guy chuckled and put up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, fair enough! My bad, I’ll stop surrounding the alcohol then.”

“Good. Other people want to drink too you know.”

He shrugged and held his cup out to you. “On that note, mind pouring me a drink?”

You obliged and filled his cup before placing the bottle aside.

“Thanks. I’m Brad by the way.”

“(Y/N). Nice to meet you, Brad.”

“You too, (Y/N). Not to be too forward, but are you here with anyone?”

You chuckled to yourself and shook your head. You figured this would happen. “I am. I have a boyfriend, he’s in the other room actually.”

“Should I be afraid then?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Depends. Are you going to keep trying to flirt with me?”

“If you want me to, I’d certainly like to try.” He even winked! Then openly checked you out after you told him you were there with someone! This bastard has some balls.

Your eyes drifted behind Brad to see an angry looking Colson making his way towards the two of you. You tried not to smirk, knowing what was coming next.

“Hey babe,” Colson said, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Just wanted to see what was taking so long.”

“I was just talking to Brad here,” you responded, gesturing to your attempted flirt. “Brad, this is my boyfriend, Colson.”

You could see recognition cross Brad’s face as he looked over Colson. You cuddled into his side, feeling a sense of pride at Brad’s sudden deer in the headlights expression.

Colson reached out and grabbed the drink you had just poured for Brad out of his hand, glaring at him in the process. He didn’t break eye contact as he took a mouthful of the drink. He moved the hand that was around your waist to cup your face and turn it to face him. He squeezed it in a way that opened your mouth.

Your eyes widened as you felt the harsh liquid hit the back of your throat. You coughed a bit after swallowing it, the alcohol burning your throat as it went down. Colson dumped the rest of the contents and threw the empty plastic cup back at Brad. He took your arm and guided you out of the kitchen and into a mostly empty hallway.

“Spitting in my mouth,” you commented. “That’s a new one.”

“Yeah, I kinda came up with it on the spot,” he said. I’m sorry, was it too much?”

“It was unexpected, but it was kind of hot.” You shrugged. “I like the ways you show off that I’m yours.”

“It’s not too much? I’m not too much?”

You smirked and leaned forward to start kissing his neck. “Not at all. I want every guy who tries to hit on me to know that I’m yours.”

A breathy moan escaped Colson’s lips as you sucked on his neck. His hands gripped your waist, one of them slowly trailing to grab your ass.

“Do you still want to get me out of this dress?” you whispered in his ear, nipping at his earlobe.

“That’s all I’ve wanted all night,” he responded.

“Then find an empty room and fuck me so hard that everyone at this party will know who I belong to.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He grabbed your hand and yanked you into the nearest empty room.

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randomshyperson · 3 years

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hey, you :) can i request a wandaxreader christmas fic? i know it's kinda out of time lol but i just love christmas and miss it very very much. thx

Hello anon! How are you? This took me a while, but I've been kind of busy lately, hope you don’t mind. It’s sweet as you asked and it made me excited for Christmas.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - The Perfect Gift

Summary: The reader tries to find the perfect gift for her best friend Wanda Maximoff during her first Christmas with the Avengers.

Words: 5.283 K // Read on AO3

Warnings> 14+ / A bit of language and anxiety/self deprecating thoughts suggestions, but is mostly fluff, kissing and teasing.

Marks> @mionemymind @wandamaximoffpuppy

You were having a little trouble finding the ideal gift for Wanda.

Two weeks ago, you had already finished buying the gifts for all the others Avengers, but with the redhead, you wanted to find something special. Maybe it was because she was your best friend, or maybe it was the secret crush you had on her.

Anyway, you were having trouble deciding exactly what would be good enough as a gift for her.

Pietro assured you that Wanda would like anything you gave her, but you wanted something amazing.

So here you were in the mall, arm in arm with the witch's brother, trying to find the perfect gift.

As it was Christmas, the place was crowded with people as desperate as you were. Fortunately, no one recognized you two, and you would remember to tell Natasha that a cap and a sweatshirt really do work as a good disguise.

After leaving the fifth store without liking anything, you heard Pietro let out an impatient grumble.

- I have an idea, you know? - He said when you stopped in front of a shop window. - Why don't you wrap yourself in gift paper? Wanda will love it.

You blushed, nudging him lightly on the shoulder.

- Shut up. - you mumbled clumsily. - Why don't you give me a real idea? Isn't there anything Wanda really wanted?

Pietro sighed, assuming a thoughtful expression.

- I don't know, I guess not. - he says, putting his hands in his pockets. - You know what she likes, why don't you give her a DVD or something?

- I said I want it to be special. - You reply, looking around. - I just need to find the right thing.

- I am hungry. - He grumbles, then starts walking toward a doughnut cart. You hurry to keep up with him, having become slightly distracted. - I don't know what you want to do, but you can try to make something for her.

- I don't know how to do these handcrafted things. - You say, running your hand through your hair. Pietro joins the line at the cart, and you stand in silence while he buys some sweet doughnuts.

- It doesn't have to be a handmade thing. - He says as he picks up the doughnuts. - You can prepare something for her. A dinner, for example.

And then you stop walking, widening your eyes.

- You're a genius, Pietro. - You tell him happily, thrilling at the thousands of ideas that come to you. He frowns in confusion. - Now I need you to tell me exactly what you two used to eat in Sokovia.

//-//

On Christmas morning, you jump out of bed bright and early, extremely excited. You shower, and put on some comfortable clothes, and then leave the room. You are quite impressed by the Christmas decorations that Tony has put up for the night. There are garlands, and small trees, and colorful ornaments scattered throughout the hallways. You smile when you notice the little holographic Santa Claus walking through the compound.

Squinting slightly, you walk toward the kitchen while ignoring the nervousness in your stomach as you prepare Wanda's breakfast, also know as the first stage of her Christmas present.

No one is awake yet, and you take the opportunity to turn the stereo on low while humming a rock song from the 50s. You are distracted by making some Grénki, when you hear a whistle, and let out a startled exclamation.

- Where is the fire? - Ironized Natasha as she entered the kitchen, a playful smile on her face as she sat down on the seat in front of the counter. - You waking up early is a Christmas miracle.

- Ha-ha very funny. - You retorted in the same ironic tone, turning your attention back to your food. - Merry Christmas, Nat. And good morning.

- Good morning, sweetie. - She says slightly distracted, looking curiously at what you were doing. - Aren't you going to tell me what it is?

- It's not for you. - You say humorously, walking around to organize the tray you're taking to Wanda. - This is my present for-

- Your girlfriend.

- Nat! - you exclaim with flushed cheeks. - Wanda and I don't...

- Yes, yes! - she interrupts with a slight laugh. - It's just a healthy, platonic friendship with lots of affection. And touch.

- You know you don't have to be jealous, I'll let you have some of the food. - You scoff, trying to change the direction of the conversation, and Nat laughs.

While you set up the tray, and pour some coffee, you both remain silent. But then Nat asks:

- You are still going to attend the party tonight aren't you? Tony is excited about this.

- Oh, yes. - You confirm with a smile, pouring Nat some coffee. You also hand her some Grénki, and she smiles in appreciation. - I have the slight impression that the participation of all the avengers is mandatory.

Nat laughs, nodding her head in agreement. And then you let out a sigh. The tray was ready.

- Nice breakfast to you both. - She teases you with an insinuating smile, and you ignore the feeling that your face was getting warm and thank her, carrying the tray toward Wanda's room.

//-//

Your hands were sweating a little when you entered the room. Wanda was still asleep, and you placed the coffee tray on the bedroom table as you made your way toward her bed. Kneeling beside the bed, you called softly a few times to wake her up, while you shook her knee lightly over the blanket. Wanda grumbled, pressing her face against the mattress, looking absolutely adorable.

- Come on, Wandy, I have a surprise. - You said softly, smiling at her. She opened one of her eyes, interested, causing you to laugh softly. You then stood up, walking toward the table as Wanda stretched out in her bed.

You picked up the tray, and turned, walking back to the bed as Wanda sat up, running her hands over her face to wake up completely.

- What is this?- she asked in a hoarse tone as you approached. Then you put the tray on her lap, and stepped away, wringing your hands lightly.

- I made you a proper Sokovian breakfast. - You declare with a smile, and Wanda stares at the tray in her lap in surprise. You swallow dryly. - Pietro told me what you ate as children and I tried to make it as similar as possible. But it's okay if you hate it…

- Thank you. - She interrupts impressed. - That's... That's very sweet of you.

You look away, embarrassed by the way Wanda is looking at you. But then she is letting out a sigh of excitement, and starts tasting the items, and your heart is racing because she looks absolutely beautiful with her slightly tousled hair, and her cheeks flushed, as she makes satisfied noises when tasting the food.

Wanda looks at you again.

- This is so good. - She comments with a smile. - Don't just stand there, sit here with me. Let's eat together.

You laugh shyly, doing as she told you. And as you two are sharing the breakfast, the door opens again, and Pietro is rushing into the room, flopping down on the bed next to Wanda while shouting "Merry Christmas”.

- Wow, that looks tasty. - He comments as soon as he notices the tray, but Wanda pats his hand when he threatens to take it some of the food.

- It is my present, not yours. - She grumbles, and he pretends to be offended.

- Haven't you ever learned that you must share things? - He scoffs, using his powers to steal one of the buns quickly and Wanda lets out an angry exclamation, but he laughs, stopping her from taking the item back with his speed. You laugh at the interaction.

- I made more of those, you know. - You joke. - No need to fight.

- Of course not. After all, the breakfast was my idea. - Pietro retorted with irony, causing you to roll your eyes with amusement.

- Oh yeah, you're going to bring that up now aren't you? - You smile back and Pietro laughs lightly, taking a bite of the bread.

You are silent for a moment, just eating together, until the boy speaks again.

- I came to tell you two that we're opening presents during the party tonight. - He said, wiping his hands on a napkin. - Tony just told us all in the kitchen. I said I would tell you both since you are making your platonic move on my sister.

You feel your face getting very hot at Pietro's insinuation, and you look down at your own lap, dryly swallowing your nervousness. Wanda feels her heart race, and looks at you, but you're looking down, and she's embarrassed and guilty that you're uncomfortable. Then she gives a angry look at Pietro, but he doesn't seem to care much.

- Anyway, you have been warned. - He says smiling. - When you're done with the second part of your gift, come spend some time with me. I want to beat your ass at Call of Duty.

- Second part? - Wanda asks with a frown of surprise and confusion, and you look at Pietro reproachfully.

- Damn, I forgot it was a surprise. - He says as he notices your gaze, but he is already getting up. - Good luck anyway.

You sigh as the boy uses superspeed to leave the room, and you run your hands through your hair. And then Wanda is looking at you expectantly, and you lets out a short laugh.

- It's a surprise, Wanda, there is no point in looking at me like that. - You tell her with a smile and she makes an excited noise with her mouth, and you laugh. - After lunch, I'll take you out. Make sure to hear something warm, because it's snowing.

When Wanda finishes her breakfast, you take the tray back to the kitchen while she goes to take a shower. You ignore the feeling of having her arms around you when she hugged you to thank you for the present, and force yourself to stop grinning like an idiot when you enter the kitchen.

- Merry Christmas, Y/N. - said Bucky as soon as he walked into the kitchen while you were washing the breakfast dishes.

- Merry Christmas, Buck. - You replied, smiling when he kissed you on the cheek.

- I heard that you made a special breakfast for a certain little witch. - He remarked as he left the newspaper that he was carrying on his hand on the counter, while he picked up a dishrag and began to dry and put away the dishes you had already finished washing.

- Natasha is making fun of me, I imagine. - You mumble with a laugh, and Bucky chuckles, agreeing.

- You can bet she is.

You finish washing the dishes in silence, and Bucky hands you the dishrag to wipe your hands, while he has a thoughtful look on his face.

- You do know that Tony has spread several mistletoe around the tower, don't you? - He remarks with an insinuating smile, and you blink in confusion. He chuckles. - I'm just saying it might be an opportunity to, you know.

And then you understand and widen your eyes in surprise, feeling your face heat up.

- I don't... What... We don't...She’s not...

- I didn't even say a name. - He sneers, making you blush more.

Bucky laughs at your state, and pats you on the shoulder, before walking out of the kitchen, humming a Christmas song. You bite your lip, imagining you and Wanda in the hallway, a mistletoe above your heads, and her leaning toward you. And then you shake your head slightly, trying to push those thoughts away, while repeating that you are best friends. And that your best friend is a mind reader, so you'd better keep those thoughts very quiet.

//-//

At lunchtime, after doing your few chores for the day, and telling Pietro that you wouldn't play with him because he almost ruined the surprise, you returned to Wanda's room. Wearing clothes warm enough to go out in the snow, and with two tickets in your jacket pocket. You didn't even have to knock, and Wanda was already using her magic to open the door, and she seemed excited.

- Will you tell me where we're going now? - She asked as you signaled for her to follow you down the hall, and you laughed.

- You'll know when we get there. - You retorted with amusement, biting your lip when Wanda made her puppy dog eyes at you, trying to get you to tell her. - It's no use, honey, this pretty eyes of yours won't work.

Wanda laughed lightly, her cheeks flushed at the compliment, giving up. You borrowed one of Tony's cars, telling the redhead that if she didn't tell him about it, you wouldn't either.

Driving for a few minutes while you and Wanda hummed along to the selection of Christmas tunes on the radio, you finally arrived.

The European Christmas Fair was set up in downtown New York, and was a long row of food and craft stalls, with items from many European countries. When you heard that there would be stands from Sokovia, you bought tickets.

The place was quite crowded, and Wanda let out an exclamation of excitement when you pulled into the parking lot, and she could see the big banner up high with the name of the event.

- My God, are you for real? - she asked in disbelief.

- Am I suppose to take your statement as "I liked it"? - You retort playfully but slightly unsure, and Wanda laughs, advancing towards you.

She hugged you tightly around the neck, and then began to kiss you repeatedly on the cheek, making you laugh and blush. She pulled away, bouncing with excitement, as she entwined your hands and pulled you toward the event.

After handing over the tickets at the entrance, you didn't mind that Wanda's hand was still in yours.

You strolled for hours among the stalls, tasting different foods, and looking at the shelves. You bought some souvenirs for Wanda, and she did the same for you. And then you found the Sokovia stall, and you tried to learn slangs and dialects in the language, with Wanda and the stall mistress as your guides. When you whispered to the lady to teach you how to say "you look very pretty", Wanda laughed with flushed cheeks when you tried to say it to her, helping you to pronounce it correctly afterwards. You ended up tasting soups of different flavors, and other typical foods.

And at the end of the day, you took Wanda to see a fireworks display, and it was almost nine p.m when you got a message from Nat telling you that the party was about to start and Tony was asking about you two.

As you both walked back to the tower, you think that if anyone asked you, you would say that it was the best afternoon of your life.

//-//

Tony's party was surprisingly Christmasy and cozy. You would think he would do something big and fancy, with electronic music and gala costumes. But he just organized a meeting among the Avengers, and asked everyone to wear comfortable and warm clothes.

He had set up a big tree in the room, and the presents were on the bottom. The same decorations that you had noticed earlier were now accompanied by twinkling lights, and there were other smalls holograms of reindeer and sleighs moving all around the place. You and Wanda exchanged an amused look as you took off your coats and walked toward the living room.

There was a table full of typical Christmas foods set up in the living room, and you noticed that the whole team was already sitting on the couches and armchairs, and it looked like Clint was telling a funny story. When Tony noticed that you two had arrived, he let out a happy exclamation.

- Finally, girls! - he remarked with a smile. - I was about to send a suit after you two.

- It's not even ten o'clock Tony. - You countered in the same tone and approached the food table, while Wanda sat down on the couch next to her brother. - Yay, cookies.

- We've been waiting for you to exchange gifts. - He clarifies and you make a noise of understanding as you grab some cookies before moving toward the couch.

Your natural instinct is to go toward Wanda, but since she has sat on the end of the sofa, you sit in the free chair next to Nat.

- Did you enjoy your date? - She quietly asked you with an insinuating smile, and you felt your face heat up. Clearing your throat, you nodded in agreement.

And then Tony let out an excited exclamation, picking up three packages from the tree. He tossed each one to its respective owners and then picked up more gifts, repeating the action until everyone had a gift to open.

- I'll start obviously. - He declared as he began to tear open a golden package. - Who gave me a book, people?

The group laughed, and then Steve raised his hand.

- Please finish opening the present.

Tony looked at him suspiciously, finishing tearing open the package. Then he let out a surprised exclamation.

- What? - He seemed to be talking more to himself than to anyone else. And then the group became curious. - "Advanced Mechanics, autographed and annotated edition by Howard Stark" - Tony read from the cover, and then turned to Steve. - H-How did you get this? My father only autographed copies during the war, and...

- Yeah, i know. - Steve interrupted with a smile. - I was there myself. Actually, this was my copy and I just got it back from S.H.I.E.L.D now. I thought it would be a nice present to you.

- Damn it, Cap. You're going to make me cry. - Retorted Tony with a smile as he reached over to hug Steve. The group let out an excited chorus. You smiled fondly when you saw your friends hugging, Steve whispered "Merry Christmas buddy" as they parted.

The gift exchange became kind of generic yet sweet after that. Since everyone had to buy gifts for everyone, most members got new clothes, or simple souvenirs, or electronics. Besides jackets, socks, and a headset, you also got a box of Belgian chocolates from Clint, and you were very pleased. And then you had a gray package in your hand, and you tore open the wrapping with curiosity.

Your breath caught in surprise. In your hands was a board game. But not just any board game. It was the same game you used to play with your siblings when you were a kid, an item you thought you would never see again.

- How...? - you whispered as you examined the box. Several memories invading your mind at once.

- I guess we're back to emotional gifts, guys. - Tony commented with light excitement as he noticed your reaction. - Share your gift with the group please, Y/N.

You swallow dryly, trying to control your emotion.

- It's a board game. - You say turning the gift over so the team can see the cover. - I used to play when I was a kid. I couldn't even remember how it looked but seeing this again brought so many memories back. How...

- You dream about it sometimes. - Wanda says shyly, and you and the team look at her in surprise. - It took a while but I found it online.

You think Natasha said something about this being really sweet, but your heart is racing as you look at Wanda. She blushes but holds your gaze, smiling coyly. And then Bruce asks you if he can look at the game, and you blink in confusion, turning your attention to him.

Later, when all the presents on the tree have been opened, Tony and Steve hand out blankets to everyone, because even with the tower heater, it is considerably colder.

And then you and Bruce go out to the kitchen to serve everyone eggnog, and Pietro uses his speed to deliver all the mugs quickly. When you go to sit down again, the team moved around the seats and Wanda opens the blanket for you to join her.

Completely wrapped in the warmth of the blanket and the girl next to you, you feel your chest heat up with comfort. The avengers begin to share life stories in the next moment, each one with their own mug of hot drink.

You are about to fall asleep when Natasha starts humming a Christmas song, and soon the whole group is singing along. You chuckle lightly, watching the scene. Then you rub your eyes, trying to stay awake as you join them.

Thor is the first to fall asleep a while later. He lays his head against the couch support, and a moment later Bucky is asleep on his shoulder. Tony and Steve sleep on the floor, Tony's head resting on the captain's lap. Soon the other members are falling asleep in the same way. You blink, and notice a blue flash. Pietro is collecting the empty cups to avoid any rest of the drink the spill, and he smiles quickly at you when he notice you awake. You decide to help him, moving slowly on the blanket so as not to awaken Wanda, who had just fallen asleep.

You carry your mugs back to the kitchen, and Pietro appears at your side soon after.

- Man, I loved that. - He comments with a smile, and you nod in agreement.

- Yeah, me too. - You say. - It's the most peaceful we've been in a long time.

- By the way, thanks for the game. - He mentioned the video game you had gifted him while leaning back against the counter. - But it's a tricky gift, because you'll also enjoy it since you'll be playing with me.

You laugh, shrugging your shoulders. Pietro lets out a yawn.

- I'm tired, but I'm going to go back to the room and play for a while. - He counts and you nod. He gives you a hug, and wishes you a Merry Christmas before leaving.

You bite the inside of your cheek next, remembering Wanda's latest gift. It is a DVD collection of old American sitcoms, editions with behind the scenes and commentary, and you had left it in your room, hoping to give it to Wanda after the party. But now that she was asleep, you thought it best to go back to your room.

You almost screamed with fright when you tripped over the redhead on your way out of the kitchen, and looked behind her to see Natasha moving around on the couch, probably having heard your surprised exclamation, but she didn't wake up.

Wanda exchanged a giggle with you, signaling for you to be quiet, and you bit your lips to keep from laughing.

- Are you going to bed already? - she asked softly, and you denied it with your head.

- I was going to, but now that you are up, I want to give you your last present. - You tell her, nodding for the two of you to leave the room. Wanda looks at you curiously, but follows you to your room.

As you walk toward your closet, she closes the door.

- You're spoiling me today, printsessa. So many gifts - She comments with a smile, and you bite your lip trying not to show how much you like the nickname.

She sits on your bed looking at you expectantly as you walk toward her, a neatly wrapped present in your hands.

- This is the last one, I promise. - You assure her with a small smile as you hand her the item.

And then Wanda is carefully undoing the loop, and when she finishes opening it, she lets out an excited giggle.

- This is absolutely amazing! - she says, running her fingers along the DVD cover. You smile, putting your hands in your pockets. But then Wanda bites her lip, and is quiet for a moment, her expression serious. You blink in confusion, but before you can ask what's wrong, she's talking again. - Why are you doing all this?

You stare at her for a second, your heart racing. Shifting the weight of your feet, and looking down at the ground afterwards.

- I just wanted your first Christmas with the Avengers to be special. - You lie, risking a look at her. There is something in her gaze that tells you that this is not the answer she expected, or that she doesn't believe you.

- Is that the only reason? - she asks. You think you are imagining the thread of insecurity in her voice.

You swallow dryly, nodding in agreement. Wanda forces a smile, looking away. Then she is placing the gift on the bed.

- I'm tired now. - she says clumsily. - But I loved all the presents.

You nod frantically, watching her get up. It's a cue for saying goodnight, and you swallow the bitter feeling in your stomach as you smile and walk toward the door, Wanda following you.

You open the door, and she step out, but turn around as you shift the weight of your feet, smiling slightly at Wanda standing in the doorway.

- Good night then. - She says slightly hesitant.

- Good...

Your sentence dies in your mouth when something catches your attention and you look up in confusion. The hologram of Santa Claus coming down from the door frame to the top of her head. Wanda looks surprised too. And then you feel your face heat up as the image turns into a mistletoe.

- What the...? - You frown in confusion, but the picture doesn't change even when you run your fingers up at it. And then Wanda lets out a giggle.

- Well, a tradition is a tradition. - She says before moving closer, and giving you a lingering kiss on your cheek that completely takes away your ability to think.

She remains very close even after she moved away, and her pupils are fully dilated in her green orbs, drawing the air from your lungs. You want to kiss her. Very much. And this thought keeps looping over and over in your head.

- Wanda, I.... - You start hoarsely and breathlessly, but the redhead just nods.

- Do it.

So she had read your mind after all. You didn't care, though. Not when you closed your eyes and brought your mouths together.

It was sweet and tender, just as you expected a first kiss, or a kiss under the mistletoe to be. And then you pulled away, your lips tingling, as you pressed your foreheads together and normalized your breathing.

You looked up, a playful smile on your lips. The mistletoe was still there.

- I guess we'll have to continue then. - You commented with an amused smile and Wanda let out a giggle, bringing her hands up to your face.

- Yes, it's a tradition. - She whispered before joining your mouths in a much less innocent kiss. You felt your body shiver as she pulled your face to her, her fingers stroking the hair at the nape of your neck. You moved your hands up to her waist, and she stumbled into the room, dragging you along with her as you closed the door with one of your hands.

Neither of you notice the low celebratory chorus at the end of the hall, or the remote control in Tony Stark's hand, deactivating the hologram on the door.

//-//

You two kiss until you are breathless, and your lips are swollen and your hearts are racing. At some point you fall onto the bed, with you on top of Wanda, your kisses gradually slowing down.

- Hey. - You say breathlessly as you part, a silly smile on your lips. Wanda looks at you adoringly, and you feel your heart race even more.

- Hey. - She greets back, stroking your cheek with her thumb. Then you're lying on the bed beside her, leaning your face against your arm to face her, and Wanda mimics your position.

- I have another reason. - You say after a moment. She frowns in confusion. You swallow dryly before you clarify. - To give you the gifts. I have another reason.

Wanda bites her lip, waiting. She starts running her fingers down your cheek, tracing your skin and making you smile.

- I... - You start feeling your heart racing. Wanda's gaze is making you nervous. Then you sigh, trying to calm yourself. You start thinking too fast afterwards. She just kissed you, she must feel the same way. But maybe she only did it because of the mistletoe tradition. Or maybe she just wanted to kiss, because people do it without being in love with each other. If you confess, things would get awkward, because Wanda is absolutely breathtaking and she wouldn't like you that way. You find yourself starting to sink into derogatory thoughts about yourself in the next moment, thinking about how you would never deserve someone like her.

- Your thoughts are loud. - She declares with a slightly concerned expression as she lets her fingers caress the back of your neck. You blush clumsily, ready to apologize, but Wanda is moving closer again, bringing your foreheads together. - Why are you thinking such cruel things about yourself?

You swallow dryly, closing your eyes, trying to clear your mind as your therapist has taught you.

- I can't help it. - You confess in a whisper, and then Wanda's nose is touching yours while her fingers remain in your hair. - I'm sorry about this.

- I don't like when you think that kind of nonsense. - She says, bringing your lips together quickly, and then she is pulling away only to kiss your cheek. - None of it is true. - she whispered, her lips caressing your skin. - You are simply spectacular and my favorite person in the world. - She says against your lips, making you shiver a little. - And I'm completely in love with you.

You open your eyes in surprise, feeling your face heat up. Although Wanda also has flushed cheeks, she smiles with confidence.

- Do you really mean that? - You ask in a slightly trembling voice, but Wanda's smile does not falter as she nods. You let out a sigh of relief and happiness, burying your face in Wanda's neck and wrapping your arms around her waist. You envelop her completely, rolling on top of her on the bed and she giggles against you, enjoying the warmth of your body.

- Kiss me again, please. - She asks playfully against your ear, and you blush, burying your face even deeper into her collarbone.

- I'm hugging you now. Kissing is for later. - You declare against her skin, eyes closed as you enjoy Wanda's scent. She laughs softly, her hands caressing your back.

And you think she has accepted your statement, but then her fingers lightly invade your shirt, caressing the skin of your waist, making you shiver at the sensation.

You let out a satisfied sigh, but don't let go, and Wanda lets out a mischievous laugh when you shiver briefly as you feel her fingers going up the base of your spine.

- That's not fair. - You grumble against her skin. And when Wanda's fingers start to rise even more, you sigh with both pleasure and impatience. - You're going to play like this, then? That's fine.

Wanda raises an eyebrow, not knowing what you mean, but then she closes her eyes tightly when she feels you deposit a wet kiss against her collarbone only to bite and suck her sensitive spot next, her fingers stopping the movement the same minute she moans.

You smile at the reaction you have wrung from her, and move your kisses up her skin to her chin, until you finally bring your lips together again.

After many long stolen kisses, you fall asleep completely entwined in each other. Definitely the best Christmas ever.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wandavision #wandaxreader #wanda x you #wandamaximoffxreader #marvel imagine #wanda maximoff

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sainadazai · 3 years

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Hello, I hope u're doing well!! For the drabble promt, 55 with Dazai, please <33

I'm doing good thx bb I like this prompt sm for dazai yay

Bad Day

Dazai had been feeling off all day long, not seeing you at work was the first to set him off, but aside from that everything just seemed a bit strange.

The two of you had been in a fight last night, because after two years of sleeping with only eachother, going out to dinners with only eachother, and caring so deeply about only eachother, dazai still had the idea that you were just friends. Just coworkers.

You thought he was joking at first but he truly didn't think your relationship was any different after everything you've done. To the point he even brought up how you might as well be sleeping with kunikida and rompo, too. To say you were baffled would be an understatement.

You both slept alone that night, but you knew everything would be okay, after all, you had a cute little dazai inside you and your spirit couldn't be crushed from a dumb fight. However dazai stayed up all night. He was terrified because yes, he never established your relationship, but he loved it how it was. He didn't want it to end. Ever.

If you left him, he wasn't sure who he'd be. Knowing that before he met you, everything he did had no purpose, it was just for the sake of it, but ever since the first case you worked together, he knew that he was doing everything for you.

It's not a healthy way to live, he knows that, but how can he help it when you have litterally jumped off of bridges together. You were just his perfect kinda crazy, and he fucking loved you.

"Hey Dazai, do you know where y/n is? I was supposed to give this to her..." atsushi speaks in a quiet voice, as if the package he holds is a secret.

"No. Why would I know where y/n is, she doesn't belong to me." He sasses, but he says it like he truly wished you did belong to him.

"Well because you're her boyfri-"

"Does everyone think that!" He screams, attracting the attention of everyone in the room. He has to take a few breaths before noticing a paper a top the box in atsushi's hands. Something messily scribbled on it , but it's not any actuall words.

"Hey, atsushi, what that paper?"

The boy looks down to see a series of numbers and letters in no apparent order. It's the paper that made him feel secretive about this package, because it seemed as though somebody was sending coded messages to y/n. He wasn't sure what it said, so if dazai decrypted something...unpreferable, things might go downhill fast.

"Its a code." Rompo interrupts, already having figured out that the box is a gift from your parents. Inside would likely be all of your old baby clothes and a nice letter of congratulations. However, rompo knee you were pregnant because he was the first you told, and he just couldn't help messing with dazai a bit.

"I suppose it could be from one of her contacts back in the port mafia, wasn't there that man she dated, the one with the gravity ability." He spoke seriously, hoping to be convincing enough to get dazai angry.

However despite the fuming rage dazai held inside at the thought of you being in contact with chuuya, he maintained his natural additive on the outside.

"Oh, a rekindled love affair, how scandalous of her. You know if she is still in contact with the port mafia, we might be unable to trust her. ROMPO! DECODE THIS MESSAGE!" He yells, he himself believing that by playing dumb, he could get rompo to solve the whole thing and then go kick chuuua's ass.

Meanwhile, you were wandering the streets looking at all of the corner shops and occasionally buying some small things you might need for the baby.

See when Dazai got home tonight, you had a plan of how to tell him you were pregnant. It was a bit out there, but you thought it was funny.

The living room floor was covered in rose petals and in the center lay two knives. You would tell him that you could commit a Romeo and juliet suicide together but when he asks why there is two knives and the vile of poison, you could tell him it was a triple suicide. Then boom! "We are having a baby!"

You thought it would be funny. It was not.

After rompo lied saying that the massage was a letter about you and chuuya running away together, Dazai rushed home to find you. However he was met with rose petals and knives, you were going to commit suicide without him!?

Even worse, he found that all of the contents of the spare bedroom were dissaray, you were taking apart the furniture and throwing away the blankets, you were gonna leave him!

"Y/n! What are you doing, put the bed back, please just put everything back you don't have to leave. And don't kill yourself without me, I'm so much better than chuiya, I can show you i-"

"Huh?"

You noticed the man now on his knees, throwing a fit and although it was comical, it looked real. His eyes were beginning to water at the thought of life without you and the crazy adventures. He wanted you to be his forever.

"Please baby...I- I want you to be more than a friend and and- commit double suicides with me and have my babies but i- I can't do anything without you please y/n.." He was sobbing, pleading for you, while you were simply trying to move some things around and make room for a nursery.

"Osamu..."

His glossy eyes peered up at you, hands stilling in their prayer motion to hear you out.

"I think we need to talk you about the fact I'm in love with you, and also that I'm pregnant." You muttered, taking a moment to help him up from the floor while his face falls blank.

On the outside it appears he's got nothing going on in his big ol head, but inside he is going through his day to figure out when and where everything got so confusing. He doesn't even acknowledge what you mean by pregnant until you slap him across the face.

"Hey big guy, get excited I'm making dazai's over here." That's when his face comes to life again, eyes a little wider and a goofy smile on his face.

"That means. Another me!" His hands reach out to your tummy holding it delicately to feel the small bump forming.

"And me..." you roll your eyes at him.

"Y/n! Do you know what that means!" He yells, moving to pick you up and spin you around, despite the mess of a room you're in.

"Tripple suicide!!"

"We are gonna be mommy and daddy!"

Your face falls when you realize what he's said, but it warms your heart a bit that he really just wants to be a dad.

Until he kisses your forehead softly and mutters "we might need to work on that crazy head of your while your making my babies in here. Wouldn't want them to come out stupid. "

#bsd spoilers #bsd #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd fyodor #bsd headcanons #dazai icons #dazai x reader #dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x y/n

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joestarwhore · 3 years

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I’m Horrible at requesting things but can we get a yandere jotaro with a s/o whos the sweetest thing in the world? Like jotaro just wants to protect the bby. By protecting he means locking them in a basement with no sunlight or human connections that isint from him 😬 thx a bunch!

mwah, ofc!

IF YOURE NOT 18+ GO AWAY TYSM

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Yandere!Jotaro Kujo Headcanon & Imagine

You met Jotaro around the same time Koichi did. You were a senior in school, your credits completed and your classes short, so you always had a lot of free time through the day.

You’ve had your Stand, Iron Maiden, since birth. Unlike other stand users though, you didn’t use yours very often. You simply loved to love people, your kindness making you a shining light to everyone around you.

& After everything that unfolds, Jotaro’s presence all of a sudden became more and more persistent. Jotaro would sit by you everywhere, asking you little questions about things you liked, flowers would show up on your nightstand at home, surprise little dates to the beach with him at night; Jotaro was treating you better than any man ever did before.

So when he suggested that you move away to his estate to live with him, there clearly was one answer; after all, your house was completely empty after you had came home, all of it packed on a trailer being worked on by Josuke and Okuyasu. Jotaro kissed your cheek, reassuring you this is exactly what you’re meant to do, his hands caressing your cheeks. After his sweet honeyed words, his gentle touches, you let him put you in the front seat.

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{Requited Love, Requited Insanity}

You sat on your king size bed that you shared with Jotaro, petting your cat Jam Jam who gently slept in your lap. The estate was absolutely giant, even though you & Jotaro lived in the penthouse below the surface. No windows, no light, simply electricity & Jotaro. That’s all you had.

Honestly, you were loving it! The estate was absolutely beautiful, Jotaro had a full library stocked for you to read from, all your records in a safe place for you, Jotaro paid for Jam Jams vet appointments and arranged for her to be expedited to you, giving you your small little companion back.

The only thing you missed were the people. Koichi, Josuke, Okuyasu, all of your pals, you haven’t seen them since the day you left Morioh. But that’s okay! Jotaro always takes good care of you, between making sure you have what you need & feel at home, he even put in an alarm system to make sure that the only one who can open doors is him, all because he doesn’t want you to slam your finger in one of the doors!! How sweet is he??

You heard the main door open above, footsteps coming down the stairs to the penthouse. Jotaros footsteps weren’t easy to miss, & certainly didn’t stop after he came through the door. His eyes softened as he saw you, throwing his hat on the shelf and his briefcase on the table. He raised up his arms as you ran into his chest, squeezing him with all the might you could muster. “Welcome home, honey!”

Jotaro smiled and kissed your forehead, “Thank you baby, I missed you a lot today. Did you have a good day with Jam Jam?”

You smiled brightly, “Yes I did, we watched a nature documentary while we napped together!”

“That’s good baby, I’m glad you’re getting sleep like a good girl.”

You followed Jotaro down to the kitchen, seeing two bags of takeout on the counter. “I figured since I have the next few days off, we could give you a break with cooking for a few nights. You’ve done really good cooking dinner for us, you deserve a break.”

You looked up at Jotaro smiling ear to ear, your heart swelled with admiration of how thoughtful he was. “Thank you so much Jotaro, that’s so so sweet!”

Jotaro helped you make your plate & got you both situated on the couch. You both talked about his day and yours as you ate, taking time out to pet jam jam as she walked by every now & then.

After about an hour of watching Jotaros pick of his favorite documentary, you spoke in a small voice up towards him;

“Jojo, how long have we been living here?”

Jotaro kept silent for a moment, careful not to say anything rash. Your delicate mental state & soft heart have been molded to his perfect little darling, & he couldn’t ruin that.

“Around 6 months, I’d say.”

You sat Jam Jam on the floor, angling yourself to look towards Jotaro, whos eyes were trained on you & looking at you with adoration. He knew if he was to keep you in his grasp, he had to answer all of your questions, and had to do it right.

“Why can’t I go outside?”

“The outside is dangerous, sweetie. There are a lot of bad men out there who don’t like me, and because I love you so much, they don’t like you either.”

Your face saddened at the thought of someone not liking you. You’ve never even hurt anyone, even when you had the chance to kill, you always chose the nicer way to do things. “Okay. I’m sorry for asking you so many questions, sometimes I don’t know how to explain certain things to myself.”

Jotaro sat you up & helped you stand up, “that’s perfectly okay, angel. As long as you are here with me, you are safe. I promise that.” You nodded as you grinned up at him, clearly satisfied with his reply and his praise.

Jotaro grinned down at you, kissing the back of your head as he steered you back to the bed, looming over you as he pushed you onto your back. “I had the aquarium to myself today. ‘Was thinking how nice it would’ve been if you were there.” His lips grazed over your ear shell, making your thighs clench together as adrenaline shot to your core.

“W-whys that?”

Jotaro chuckled darkly as he snaked his arm around your backside, holding the back of your head in his hand while his other one gripped your thigh, slowly making its way to your heat. “Because all I wanted to do was bend that perfect cunt over my desk and fill you til you were swollen.”

Your cheeks flamed red as you bit your lip in excitement. Jotaros thumb skimming over your tucked in bottom lip, attaching his to the side of your neck. You couldn’t keep in the moan that escaped you, between the pressure on your neck that would surely leave a hickey & Jotaros palm rubbing circles on your core.

“Perfect little whore for me, arent you?”

Silence. SLAP.

You yelped as his hand made contact with your ass, arching yourself into both of his hands. “Answer my question, you stupid fucking slut.”, he growled in your ear.

You moaned and hid your face in his muscular neck, his black hair tickling your eyes as you took in a shaky breath. “Yes sir, I’m your perfect little whore!”

Jotaro smirked down at you as he forced your legs open, gripping the flesh of your thighs in his fingers. “Y’know Josuke used to tell me how badly he wanted to bend you over. Him & Okuyasu both.” He unzipped his pants, pulling down and exposing his rock hard cock. Your breath hitched at the sight, excitement swelling in your stomach.

Jotaro lined himself up at your entrance, his thumb gently rubbing over your sensitive clit. “They don’t know how many times they’ve almost had every bone in their bodies broken.” He thrusted his cock all the way inside you, your moans filling your bedroom as you gripped the sheets to cope with the intensity.

“Mmh good girl, yeah just like that, take every inch of me like a good fuckin whore.”

Your moans became screams and begs for him to slow down and to stop as he tunneled into your cunt, not giving you any mercy. “Yeah good fuckin slut, good girl taking my dick- f-fucking christ you’re gonna look so good covered in my cum.”

Your stomach tightened as you gripped onto Jotaros arms, your cries asking him to please make you cum, please let you cum like a little whore, everything Jotaro wanted to hear out of his little darling.

“Mmmfph FUCK yeah good fuckin slut, cum all over my cock!”

His filthy mouth sent you over the edge as your intense release shook your entire body. Jotaro lazily pumped himself in & out of you, telling you sweet nothings in your ear as your overstimulated brain calmed down. Jotaro hilted himself inside you, finally cumming inside your sensitive womb. His large hands running over your glistening body help you up and into one of his T shirts, and laying you under the covers of your bed.

You were his. Only his. He had broke you and remade you so, so perfectly. He loved you so much it drove him into the most dangerous kind of madness; the requited one.

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THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING DARLINS!!🦋✨🌈🌸

#jojos bizzare adventure yandere #n/s/f/w jjba #vento aureo #yandere jjba #yandere jotaro #jotaro joestar #jotaro kujo

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katiea03 · 3 years

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☾*~Tsukishima Boyfriend Headcanon’s~*☽

❣︎Warnings❣︎: None :)

❣︎Genre❣︎: Pure fluff

❣︎A/N❣︎: This is my first headcannon and the biggest Tsuki simp so I was encouraged to do one by my best fwieenndddsss @dreampathic

She also had some input in this so shout out to herrr!! Luv yaaa ❤️

We all already know that Tsukishima is an ass, but I really think he would be really sweet but in an awkward-cute sorta way!

I feel like he would be really good at remembering the things you like. It doesn’t have to be major stuff either! You could mention how you're in the mood for ice cream on your way home together, and best believe the next day Tsuki will have your favorite ice cream without you ever having to ask.

He would also love hand holding. He may not be as open to hold your hand around his teammates, but his hand will be locked with yours the minute they are out of sight. HE AIN'T LETTING GO!

He may not be the best at communicating at first but over time and as your relationship grows, he will become more open with you

He would FOR SURE have a playlist for every occasion! Cuddling? He got it! Baking date? He’s had that one saved for a while. Shmexy time playlist?... okay he hasn’t used that one yet, BUTTTT he’s waiting for the right moment 😉

There are times where he is really stressed out and all he wants to do is chill out with you in his bedroom with chill lofi music. He’d be kinda hesitant to talk about what’s wrong but you quickly get him to open up and once you do, he kinda can’t stop.

He wouldn’t be the jealous type. The most he’d do is stand behind you, and stare down the guy. But he would never be the kind of guy to tell you who you couldn’t hang out with. That’s just not his style. He’s too snarky for that shit 😈

Tsuki loves the fact that you and Yamaguchi get along so well. His two favorite people together makes him secretly smile. Awwwwwwww omg I wrote this and I still managed to simp even moreeee!!

I also know for a fact that his mother would love you to deathhhhhh! His brother too! They are both just so happy that Tsuki managed to find someone (other than yams) that made him so happy!

His mom would definitely show off his baby pictures without Tsukishima’s consent

And his brother would tease the crap out of him asking how he managed to get such a nice s/o like you.

If you are a reader like him, best beliveee this man will buy you all the books you want, but get this!!!... he’d buy them all with the hardcover! THE GIRLS AND THE GAYS COME AND GET YALL JUICCCEEE!! Literally if a man buys me a hardcover book, I’m marrying him!! It’s just anjksdkjfhjn ENDGAME 🤤🤤

Okay, I may be a bit biased, but I know he would be a good kisser. He is so receptive, he would pick up on what you like instantly.

He would totally lightly grab your neck when you kiss too! Okay I’m sorry I’m just such a simp for thatttt

He’d be so shy when you show up to his games. The team would know that he secretly loves it and will encourage you to show up more.

His mind always wanders back to you. His once clear mind is now fogged up with you. Class seems to linger so much longer now that he has you to think about.

You always catch him staring at your lips. Not even just because he wants to kiss you, but your lips are just so perfect to him. Your perfectly soft lips that form into a beautiful smile make him putty in your hands.

I also feel like he’d be so supportive. He may tease you at first but he secretly loves everything you do. He will always be your number one fan!

You guys would for sure go to museums and aquariums for dates all the time. The way his eyes sparkle as you guys make it to the dinosaur section make him look like a little kid! You love how happy they make him, so even though you’ve been to that exhibit a million times, you would go a million more just to see him smile like that.

He would also lowkey cry at the sad Dino tik tok where they died together. Don’t ask him if he’s okay, HE’S NOT! And if you tell anyone that he cried, he will kill you! This is my proudest bullet 😂

I am literally the biggest simp for this man

Give me nothing and everything!!!

Okay I’m done

❣︎ Okaayyyyyy so i’ma stop here cause I think I could keep going forever! This was really fun so I’m for sure gonna do more! Thxs again bestieee ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

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hypnosexual-queer · 3 years

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If you wanna be my playmate:

Things I don't like, because the things I do like is a much, much longer list:

Don't use the word 'pig' or 'piggy' (whore, slut, worthless fucktoy, brainless fuckdoll, yespls, pig, no thx)

No anal unless previously discussed

No ass-to-mouth. Ever.

Also no piss play (I'm including diapers here, because that's a Bad Degradation to me), scat, vore, or whatever vomiting is called

I like being degraded and objectified, but i have the right to say if it's too much

No face pics or face to face video calls unless you're okay with seeing a mask

No feet, please. I'll massage your feet, but I am not licking them unless I watch you clean them.

Things I do like:

Tell me how you're going to use me, let me beg for your cock and your cum, make me desperate and needy and wet

Giving oral (pls, I love going down on people, they usually taste so good and make such fun noises)

Biting

Kissing

Grinding

Breathplay (mmmmmm, hand around my throat, squeezing, the world shrinking to you over me, using me and controlling every part of me.....)

Using my hair to direct my head and mouth where you want it

Being pinned/tied up/tied down: I have rope and cuffs and double ended chain snaps. Make me use them.

Being talked down to (but not infantilized, I'm a big girl and can do most things on my own. Except reach the top shelf. I'm too short for that.)

Being talked into and out of trance. Just. Drop me so deep i can't find my way back up without you.

This means that audio calls (I got discord and Trillian, and snapchat now) are welcome, because mmmmnnn, hearing it is better than reading~~~

People playing with my titties

People playing with my triggers

Sharing pics of my titties and proving how wet and needy I am for you

Being told to drool for master/mistress, being told im too stupid to cum

Edging. Fuck yes, edge my brains out, omg

Cumming is fun, and I can cum lots of ways: hands free, penetration, clitoral... makeouts just make me drip.

Never having kids, but please, fill me with your cum, plug me to keep from losing any until you decide to use me again, let me play with it and feel it drip between my tits, its so damn hot to be so claimed and marked.

Audios, spirals, gifs, please send them to me 🥺 They drop me so good i lov them so much.

Handspanking

Denial and begging for orgasm

Body writing, but not on the face

Kitten play 😻 Not sure exactly how I kept forgetting to add this, but, there you go 😅 wearing a collar, meowing, getting ear scritches, purrrrrrrrr~ ❤

Collars and leashes even without the kitten play is also very hot. Like. Instanta drop hot.

Degradation and objectification

Breast play, nipple play

I'm learning to enjoy being porn (while getting over a lifetime of body issues and self confidence issues at the same time, which is great self therapy) , and like to share. Ask nicely, though?

And, umm

Ummmmmmmm

That's all I can think of, at the moment...

Other than also using a 3 strike policy: break my limits or my trust 3 times, and that's it. We're done, and you're blocked. I spent almost a decade being abused and controlled by my 'domly' ex-husband, I'm not going to put up with it ever again.

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kakakakashi · 4 years

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Darling!! I just really want to say thank you for ALL your UCHIHA hcs!! They’re absolutely delicious!! Anyway I know your super busy but if you have time may I prettyyyyy pls maketh a small request for kinktober?? A pregnant sex hc with all our fav uchihas? I just can’t get enough of your Uchiha breeding kink TM 😂 I love your work! Stay Cherrylicious! ❤️🍒

You are cherrylicious, fam! 🍒 Lol, thanks. My hcs aren’t delicious, though. The Uchiha are… At least Shisui is. The further I get in with the story, the more I’ll be able to add. Personally, I’m not doing kinktober just because I’ve got too much on my plate rn, but lbr, I never need an excuse to be nasty. I’m just gonna be gross 365 days a year. My kinkiness isn’t limited to a month. You can’t get enough? Lol, neither can they. Motherfuckin Uchiha. Anyway…

*NSFW under the cut*

Itachi

This man gets so soft for you when he sees you doing domestic shit when you’re pregnant, and he just remembers how much he adores you.

You’re doing something as simple as drying the dishes while he washes, and as soon as the two of you are done, he just kisses you so sweetly and passionately.

You can’t deny him kisses when he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

Do you start it? Does he start it? Nobody knows.

You’re already being carried to the bedroom, so he can make slow, sweet love to you.

He literally worships you, paying extra attention to your bump because he can’t believe that you’ve got his kid in there.

He plays with your breasts a lot too, and it feels so good.

Will insist that you lay back and let him take care of you.

Believe me, you will not lift a finger. This dork is not having it. Like, you’re already doing so much for him, he just wants to make you feel so good.

He’ll eat you out until you’ve come at least twice just from his tongue and fingers before he even thinks about putting his dick in you.

And he takes it slow, like I said. He just wants to pamper you.

He makes sure you’re in the most comfortable position possible while he’s languidly thrusting in and out of you.

It’s all very soothing and relaxing.

When you come the third time, it rolls over you in slow, undulating waves, and he works you through it with fluid motions that have your body feeling like you’re floating.

After you come down, he’s on the verge of following you, your walls spasming and contracting around him and encouraging his hips to stutter while he moans, and his eyes roll back.

You’re both fuckin spent, and your entire body’s tingly.

Itachi just gently kissed everywhere across your skin while you stay connected for a bit, just cherishing each other.

Ugh, it’s so soft and good. It’s like your underwater.

Madara

He’s not necessarily actively interested in pregnant sex in my opinion.

Like, you’re already pregnant. His job is done. He’s gonna go fight Hashirama until you have the kid.

Then, he’ll fuck another one into you.

So, if you want it, you’re gonna have to seduce him.

Given, it’s not that hard. Just get him jealous or just sit on his lap while he’s reading and start grinding on him.

He’ll eventually put down whatever he was reading.

He’ll also definitely make you get off on his thigh before he fucks you.

He’ll also make you take off all your clothes while he’s still completely clothed.

He likes the look of your bump while you pleasure yourself on his thigh.

He’s just going to watch you while you take what you need because you’re so desperate for him.

Like, you’ve already got his baby inside you, and it’s still not enough for you?

Then he’s gonna make you ride him right there on the couch.

He’ll make you beg for it first, though.

Your legs will be exhausted, but it’ll totally be worth it.

He’s going to allow you to control the pace for once just because he doesn’t want to hurt the baby.

He basically just sits and makes you do all the work for once.

And once he’s done, he’ll carry you to your bed and clean you up because you’re carrying an Uchiha, and you deserve to be taken care of for that, no matter how rough around the edges he is.

Obito

Pregnancy hormones are a bitch sometimes.

And let me tell you, you are so fucking horny, and he’s not even close to complaining.

There’s this one comedian who did a show about having a kid… and I just can’t get it out of my head rn because I feel like there’s this one part… that’s just… the epitome of being pregnant with Obito’s kid, but anyway.

“It’s like having sex with Space Mountain!”

If you know what this is from, let’s be friends.

So literally, anytime you’re feeling horny, just go for it.

It’s so good for him, like… he didn’t have a pregnancy kink until you got pregnant because the sex is just that fucking good.

Just, all the magical contractions and positions and shit.

And every time, you’re blowing his mind, and he’s blowing yours.

It’s very sloppy and hot, but he still tries his best to be gentle with you.

He loves experimenting with positions, and he definitely wants to incorporate some of them into your sex life after the pregnancy

He will literally do anything you ask. You make the rules in the bedroom when you’re pregnant. The only thing he won’t do is something that could potentially harm you or the baby.

He loves how your tits get bigger, and he loves to play with them when you guys fuck.

Lots of nipple play. Oops.

He always kisses your belly after when he gets all soft and cuddly. He’ll also talk to the baby while you’re lying down together.

Sasuke

He can’t wait for you to give birth, so he can put another one in you. Like, he’s counting down the days until your due date because he wants to restore his clan have a big family, okay?

Nobody dies here.

But like… sometimes, he just sees you, and his brain goes to his dick.

The man has no self-control in all honesty. Like… *gestures to the entirety of Naruto*

Anyway, he’s like “the love of my life carrying my child must not be touched by anyone,” but then his dick gets hard, and he’s like “... except me... to please them.”

So, he’s gonna give you that slow broody sex that he’s too into because the boy is Dramatique™ .

And I mean, are you really complaining when he’s fucking you nice and slow, letting you really feel everything in your overly sensitive state?

The answer is no.

He’s another one that will do his best to make you comfortable before he starts, but he does it quietly.

And as he gets closer, his pace picks up until it’s more moderate than slow.

And he’s gonna tell you that he can’t wait for you to have your baby so he can knock you up again.

Especially because it’s so good.

And you cum pulling his hair and crying his name.

He’s just living for it all, and the breeding kink comes out, and he’s just kind of a mess.

Sasuke is another one that will be like “You’re already pregnant with my child, and you’re still begging me to cum in you?”

He will, though.

And he’ll take whatever pours out on his fingers to push it back inside you.

Shisui

Nasty motherfucker gets turned on when you wear tighter clothes, and he sees your bump bulging underneath.

He’s like “Yeah, I did that. I put that baby in there.”

Omg, god forbid you wear something that makes the bump peek out.

He also kind of wants to make you feel really good because he knows your body is going through a lot making a whole other person.

He’ll insist you sit on his face even more than usual.

With all the contractions and sensitivity, the man’s gonna fuck you every chance he gets.

He also thinks your pregnancy glow is really sexy.

Like, if you’re even the slightest bit horny, he’s got you on your back on the nearest surface.

He just really wants to please you all the time because you’re carrying his baby. Like… he just thinks the sun shines out your ass.

On days where you’re both off, he always tries to convince you to just stay home all day.

He just wants to snuggle and talk and make love all day because he wants you to be pampered in your state.

Some days you let him, and you just take your time with each other.

He’ll make you sit on his face, and when you try to return the favor, he just stops you because “don’t worry about it. We have all day, love.”

And the whole day is just bathed in this ethereal golden glow while he draws countless moans and sighs out of you.

He’s also gonna kiss everywhere on your body, especially your bump.

He knows that body insecurities can come with pregnancy, but he wants to quiet those fears before they even have the chance to develop.

It’s literally all about you. It’s so fucking sweet, and this dork is just wonderful.

OMG, but your kid 100% has his lil dimples. K thx byee.

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