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beware that raziel warmonic groomed luca when he was still a minor (17 years old) and she was MARRIED, divorced her husband, claimed alimony and continued pursuing luca in vrchat explicit roleplay and when he debuted in luxiem, and is now using the things she did for luca out of her own kindness against him to look bad after he demoted her from being a mod in his server after a situation before cutting her out of his life. this is a classic abuse tactic and essentially a smear campaign started by a groomer who cheated on her husband for a minor.

#reblogged from main #luca kaneshiro #tw abuse #tw predatory behaviour #tw grooming #nijisanji en #nijien #nijisanji #prev tags

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SHU + ALBAN & S/O WITH CHRONIC BODY PAIN

fluff + nsfw headcanons | tw: none :) fluffy fluff

Shu

— shu has some spells that soothe your pain, though they don’t get rid of it entirely and for that he feels slightly guilty.. you tell him you’re used to the constant aching of your body, but he still feels bad yknow? seeing you hurting makes him hurt too

— offers to give you massages whenever the pain is affecting you more than usual. his fingers must be magic too, because they always manage to soothe your aching limbs

— shu doesn’t want to make you feel incapable of doing things on your own, so he tends not to do anything special to help you unless you explicitly ask for it/are in danger of injuring yourself without his aid

— he 100% helps with lifting absolutely everything by the way. he may not look particularly buff, but shu is pretty strong despite this. more “sorcerer magics,” you guess

— he’s very goofy when he helps you move/walk around btw. shu knows how frustrating your disability is for you to navigate, so he tries his best to help lighten the mood whenever possible

— “oh, hey! did ya need help with anything? ah, your legs are giving you trouble again..? don’t worry, i have just the thing! i’ve been practicing enchanting this carpet to fly, and i was thinking-”

— ^ speaking of, he definitely makes puns about him being the mischievous, charming aladdin to your distressed yet gorgeous prince/princess/royalty whenever he can

— ^ (though perhaps he’s just trying to say that he thinks a magic carpet ride would be not only soothing for your aching limbs, but also a tad bit romantic… who knows?)

— on the topic of helping you shower/bathe, shu doesn’t really mind. he does blush up a storm all the while, but he absolutely does not attempt to push for anything sexual when he’s helping you get clean

— shu views bathing/showering as softer intimacy. when he washes your hair or rinses the soap suds from your body, he wants to see you relaxed and comfortable

— ^ to him, it’s priceless to see you for once being able to ignore the way your body is constantly hurting

— also goes out of his way to look for resources outside of the home for you. if physical therapy helps with your disability and you want to try it, he’s sure to point out some specific places that are available for it!

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— prefers to hold you in his lap, resting your back against his chest. it’s comfortable for you, and it’s close- close enough that if you have any pain spikes, shu can stop everything and take care of you properly

— he keeps his hands pressed firmly into your hips, his nails digging into the skin of your lower stomach ever so slightly

— ^ it’s never enough to cause any pain, but it’s always just the perfect amount of pressure to let you know that shu isn’t letting go anytime soon

— ^^ of course, this position also makes it very easy for shu to lift your hips and assist you with riding him.. (i say assist, but tbh he finds it rather hot when you simply allow him to control the way your body moves against him lmao)

— shu is one who has a body worship kink, though he’s not really vocal about it. instead, he tends to lavish your skin in loving kisses and bites; he’ll leave hickies on every part of you that he can reach, though he favors your stomach, hips, and your clavicle

— ^ seriously, he’ll leave hickies on your arms and legs too if you don’t tell him not to.. he has absolutely zero shame!

— ^^ words often fail him, so shu tries his best to show you just how deeply he adores every single part of you, body and mind, which is where the body worship comes in. your disability doesn’t make him love you any less, and he wants to make sure you’re aware of that

— will never get off on seeing you cry, even if it’s from pleasure. he just doesn’t like the sight of tears on your darling face :( even if they’re not tears of pain, he wouldn’t want to make you cry

— ^ in that same vein, shu will not try overstimulation with you. he worries that if he goes too far, you’ll end up getting hurt and not realizing it right away due to your senses being overloaded

— he does enjoy teasing you a bit, however. making you squirm and gasp as he kneads your hips/thighs under his fingers, whispering in your ear about how precious you are, getting so needy for him-

— “you look so breathtaking like this already.. i bet you could cum just from me touching you like this, right? haha, that would be really cute. would you let me do that to you, if i asked nicely..?”

Alban

— at first, alban is extremely concerned with the fact that your body is always hurting in some way. he doesn’t outright ask why that is until one day your legs are in so much pain you can’t even bear to move them

— “oh fuck- babe, it’s not usually this bad is it? should we go to the ER?”

— when you explain that this sort of pain is just a part of your daily life, he’s calmer, but still worried about you :(

— baby absolutely helps with anything you need. he doesn’t smother you, but he’s going to ask at least 5 times daily if you need assistance with anything

— whenever you need to go up/down the stairs and your legs are in particularly bad shape that day, alban will be there! usually he just holds your hand and guides you, making sure he’s positioned so that he can catch you if you stumble

— if you’re struggling to walk up/down the stairs very significantly, his hands are supporting your waist and back, one of your arms slung around his shoulders so he can carry most of your weight

— helping you bathe/shower was something that took a bit of getting used to; alban blushes very easily, so he may pass out the first few times… but he doesn’t give up! eventually, he’s able to help you without getting flustered

— i imagine that he tries to be calm and relaxed whilst helping you bathe, but sometimes he can’t help but go overboard when trying to comfort you and he ends up just absolutely drowning the bath in bubbles 😭

— also if you don’t mind him doing so, alban will give piggyback rides when your pain is making it difficult to move too much

— ^ doesn’t want to baby you or make you think he sees you as incapable, he just likes to be a bit silly with the ways that he helps you

— “huh? you don’t think you’ll be able to walk around much today..? don’t worry, your beloved alban knox is here to save the day!“ he proceeds to pick you up like a sack of potatoes lmao

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— due to his concern for your condition, alban prefers positions where you’re lying on your back or stomach. he’ll do whatever you want to do, but he’s most comfortable knowing that you’re not in a position that will hurt you

— alban’s so so sweet to you, he’s incredibly gentle not only when you’re having sex, but all the time. when you two are intimate it’s somehow so much more sweet though

— ^ his touches are featherlight, his voice soft and eyes shimmering with an almost reverential gaze and a blush traveling from the tips of his ears down to his chest

— refuses to pin you down or hold you in place during sex at all. your body is in constant pain as is, and he doesn’t even want to think about accidentally hurting you while he’s getting too lost in his own pleasure

— praise kink (giving.) he just wants you to know that he sees how much you struggle every day and he wants to reward you for being so strong

— ^ ahh imagine him like kneeling between your legs and looking up at you, his cheek pressed against your thigh as he tells you how absolutely perfect you are, how good you are for letting him take care of you <333

— ^ adding to that. he’s aware that you have a few insecurities due to your disability, and he tries his best to stomp out those feelings both during and outside of sex

— you are genuinely perfect to him, no matter what, and he tells you as much whilst his fingers stroke along every inch of sensitive skin he can reach

— “my love.. my perfect, wonderful, gorgeous angel. you are my most precious treasure; not even the most expensive items in the world could even begin to measure up to what you mean to me.”

— alban prefers to go slowly so as not to injure you, so a lot of the time sex with him can last for hours; he could spend the entire night on foreplay alone, honestly..

— the first time you two had sex was when alban began the whole praise and body worshipping thing. it was entirely for you, at first

— then along the way alban realized that he kind of got off on making you squirm with his adoring praises and barely-there touches

— he was kissing along your thighs and leaning up to nip at the jut of your hips, his voice low as he told you how gorgeous you looked while whining his name..

— didn’t realize he was grinding against the bed until he came in his boxers in under 15 minutes, burying his face against your thighs and choking on a gasp 💀

— poor boy was really embarrassed and almost cried.. you ended up having to comfort him until he was ready to try again

— ^ he didn’t disappoint of course, but he’s always slightly flustered whenever you bring up you two’s first time together :)

#nijisanji x reader #alban knox x reader #alban knox #smut

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I want vox to breed me

mating press sex with vox… vox growling in your ear that you’re going to bear his heir whether you like it or not… vox pumping you full of load after load of his cum and smugly saying that he still has plenty more to give you when you start whining that you’re too full, that you need a break, that you can’t take anymore… vox’s demonic stamina outpacing yours… hot, sweaty mating press sex… ough

#vox akuma smut #vox akuma x reader #luxiem #nijisanji smut #nijisanji en

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Ten do you have any dick hcs 👀

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YES I DO. buckle up. luxiem dick hcs + how they like their blowjobs <3 18+ ONLY MDNI !!

LUCA

- 6.5 inches !!! so fat that it fills your walls & you're always tightening bc of his size. tip color: #A27373

- his tip alone is enough to make you roll your eyes far back because his girth is immense ..

- likes the back of his cock licked and kissed, perching his erection between your saliva-glossed lips.

SHU

- 5.9 inches, a little curved upwards + VERY VEINY. tip color: #8C4444

- when giving him handjobs you could feel as if his dick's veins are about to pop bc of how they glide on your curled fingers & palms

- he always gives off the impression that he's always a neat, clean person but when it comes to blowjobs ... he loves it sloppiest, even to the point whereas you're drooling from your own liquids

IKE

- 6 inches, it's straight as a rod when erect and that's your definition of perfection. tip color: #E79C9C

- it twitches whenever he's buried inside you & he'll crack a pseudo innocent giggle as he's filling you to the brim ):

- when you moan as you take him in slowly ,, whenever your heavy & ragged breaths blow on his cock ,,,, he just feels like cumming on the spot.

VOX

- i hc him as someone who has a solid 6.7 inches I SAID WHAT I SAID !! tip color: #A53A3A

- veiny too and girthy, bonus: he knows how to maximize his dick's potential bc of experience

- loves deepthroat so much. especially when you gag and how he can see the tears welling up in your eyes, your muscles contracting from how he's so big & you can't ever get used to his size.

MYSTA

- 5.9 inches, has a little curvature & his dick is the fattest. rock hard when erect especially when you tease him a little too much. tip color: #87533D

- he grinds it on you as he does slow strokes, almost as if he's stirring his cum inside your walls, itching the spots your past hookups have never touched

- loves his balls sucked, licked & played with while you bob up and down his erect dick, or when your fingers are curled around his fat cock. the multiple sensations send him to the 7th heaven & he'll never get tired of it

#luxiem #luxiem smut #luca kaneshiro #vox akuma

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• Arabella [Luca Kaneshiro x fem!reader]

Warnings: smut, spitting, huge age difference (sixteen years), curse words, vague mentions of violence in Luca's past, implied sexual acts in ShuVox's part, Alban is Luca's nephew lol [please let me know if I missed some! Thank you!]

MINORS DNI!

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It’s a summer night and the wind is hot and dry. Had he known how disastrous that date would be, he would’ve ditched it and opted to stay home with his little nephew. They would watch cartoons all night, or maybe set up the toys he bought for him a few days ago after a job well done at school. He’d be in his sweatpants, sipping root beer and he’d watch the little boy run around the living room, letting time pass by. Maybe– just maybe– you’d be there too.

But nope. He wore his best suit, and asked you to babysit his nephew until he comes back. He could only groan in regret while he walked briskly down the sidewalk. You came on time, just as you always did. You were out with your friends, you said. But you came as soon as he called. And while he subtly stared at your black crowning glory, a few strands caressed by Midas’s selfish hands, your round eyes that possibly held all the secrets of the universe and the way you bore your entirety with such grace, confidence and innocence… As if that wasn’t enough, you stood close to him, fixed his necktie and when he took a deep breath and smelled papayas in bloom, he swore that it made his head spin.

It’s wrong. He knows damn well it’s fucking wrong. You’re sixteen years younger than him, fresh out of college with your life ahead of you. And he’s old, way past his prime. He knows that and he sees that the first thing in the morning when he looks at his reflection on the mirror: his salt and pepper hair that he dyed a few times before eventually giving up, the wrinkles surrounding his eyes that were testaments to the laughters he had throughout his life, and even the tattoos that are symbols of fearlessness and his dominance in his organisation as a mafia boss had started to fade. The multiple scars, wounds and scabs he got on the job that represent each trial he had surpassed were now deeply embedded in him. So much that those became one with his skin.

He had a fair share of experiences when it comes to women. But what we had with those women is something different. Being the leader of his organisation, he had no time nor could hardly care less for a serious relationship. Those women were a one-time fun. Flavours of the month. Beautiful and confident women who knew what they wanted and who knew what he wanted. And the most important requirement? No strings attached.

He may sound crazy, and no one might believe him but the moment you moved in next door, befriended his menace of a nephew and could easily go inside their home and hop around the house wearing his large apron, clean up after the little boy and make his life bearable… no. Not bearable. In fact, in the last years he spent with different women who only wanted his deep pockets, women who slept with Mr. Kaneshiro and woke up with Luca, only you made life thrilling again.

He raked his fingers through his long, blonde hair before pressing the doorbell button situated at the side of the large gates. He glanced at his wristwatch that read 7:30 PM and he thought… Surely, they aren’t doing monkey business up there, yet?

He had been friends with four men for many years. They were there through the bestest and the toughest of times.The only thing is that three of them are now facing the greatest challenge in a human being’s life: the incessant and non-stop ticking of time.

The infamous detective had retired, enjoying the rest of his time. Every now and then, authorities get caught up in hard detective work and that’s when he’s summoned. The novelist is now living in a province with the love of his life. He’s still writing stories under aliases, his craft getting better like fine wine.

The other two… well, there’s a little secret about them.

“Good evening, Luca.”

He looked up and saw Shu. Unlike his physique that had seen better days, Shu still looks the same after all these years. Beguiling eyes and smooth porcelain skin… except now that he’s standing in front of him, wearing a loose haori in black and red ombre. His neck and collarbone were littered by red and purple marks, some of them are even bleeding. Luca could only groan and shake his head in disbelief.

“Shu, it’s freaking seven in the evening!”

Shu could only rub his forehead in embarrassment and chuckle lightly. “I’m sorry… it’s just, you know, Vox’s been–”

“I don’t want to know the details. Please– Please spare me from knowing, Shu.” Luca pleaded. Shu just nodded shyly and opened the gate a bit wider for Luca to go in. However, the blonde man seemed to hesitate.

“Nevermind, Shu. I… I’ll just…” he took a few steps backward, and that’s when Shu reached out his hand and squeezed Luca’s shoulder tight.

“Come on, Luca. Get in. Let us know what happened.”

This is not his first time visiting the household. But he always got chills whenever he stepped inside and saw the red and black interior of the house, with a touch of violet on the decorations. Their other two friends might have gotten used to what is now the status quo, but Luca is still adjusting and still can’t wrap his head on how, why, where and when his demon and sorcerer friends started knocking boots.

“Hello, big guy!” Vox greeted when he stepped out of the master’s bedroom, wearing a matching haori. His arms were widely opened when he walked towards Luca, immediately wrapping the blonde man in his arms. Luca shivered. He’s still cold to touch even after so many years but the embrace was tight and sincere, reminiscent of his father’s.

And just like Shu, Vox still looks the same. Smooth, porcelain skin, long black hair with streaks of red but this time, his eyes are in the pinkish colour rather than the usual red. When they met each other’s gaze, Vox’s eyes went soft. Just by the exhaustion plastered all over Luca’s face, he already had a gist of what happened.

“I’ll go get you some whiskey. Vox…” Shu looked at Vox. The demon immediately turned to his lover whose brows were deeply furrowed and his hands were clutching the sleeves of his haori. Vox could feel his tension hence, he gave him a reassuring smile before cupping his cheeks and planting a long kiss on the forehead to which Luca smiled at. So many years had passed… yet the love and warmth he felt from the two remained the same. He felt at home with the familiarity and kept it close to his chest.

“I got it from here, darling.” he whispered.

You were in the deepest part of the ocean. No, you weren’t drowning. You were just slowly being carried away by the currents, sinking deeper yet never reaching the rock bottom. You continued to drift in the darkness alone with the beating of your heart. It has always been like this, you thought. So often that you’ve become one with the darkness, and the water could no longer knock your breath away.

But suddenly, a light appeared at the surface. A hand dipped down the water, and using its firm yet gentle grasp, it held and pulled you up. Your eyes shot open, consciousness gradually coming back to your body. You looked up and saw him. You felt his hand on your shoulder, thumb pressing on the straps of your summer dress. He’s blocking the harsh light coming from the lightbulb, and in his position, little strands of hair that couldn’t be tied in a ponytail, were falling.

Luca. The voice inside your mind rolled his name out gently. Your mouth hung ajar, taking little sips of air to fill your clenched lungs.

“Good evening. Why did you sleep here? You could’ve used the guest bedroom, you know.” he asked, his voice the perfect amalgamation of hoarse and smooth. Deep and light.

You looked around and saw that the television was still on… Oh goodness. What time is it? You brought your hands to your eyes and rubbed them while you slowly stood up. He retracted his hand on your shoulder and sat down next to you on the sofa, watching every little move you make.

“I was just watching this… uh, drama while waiting for you. I didn’t even notice that I fell asleep already.” you explained in the middle of a yawn. “Alban has been excited since I came to babysit. We played all day and he helped me cook– oh, right. Did you already have dinner? We cooked some tonkatsu.”

Luca looked at you for a few seconds before he slowly shook his head, a shadow of a smile appearing on his lips. With that, you stood up and went to the kitchen to heat up leftovers. He stayed on the sofa, eyes following every sway of your dress’s hem, while the conversation he had with Vox kept playing in his head over and over and over again.

“I knew right off the bat that all she wants is money.” he explained to Vox while he sipped on his glass of three fingers of rye whiskey.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Luca.” Vox gently said. “Would you perhaps want me to ask my beloved to make you a love potion?”

Luca fell into a pit of laughter. “What?”

“No, I’m serious. We can talk to him right now and he can make you a potion that could attract women who are dead serious in finding love just like you. My darling is that amazing.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t want that, Vox.” Luca told him, shaking his head. “I… you know. I want what you have.”

The sudden confession made the demon’s eyes go a tad bit wide. He pursed his lips, contemplating his friend’s words while Luca downed the rye in one go. Moments passed and the demon uncrossed his legs and walked towards Luca, who was leaning against the counter.

“You know…” Vox trailed off, looking quite unsure on where he should start. “That was flattering. It really is. But for me, buddy, I think… I think you already have it. I think you’re just looking at the wrong places.”

Luca felt his heart skip a beat. He knew what and who Vox was talking about. Slowly, then rapidly, he shook his head, shutting down the possibility as quickly as possible. “No, Vox. It’s just… you know. It’s awkward. She has a life ahead of her. I don’t want her to be with a pathetic old man like me. Everyone is going to say something. There’s only so much I can filter and protect her from.”

To which Vox replied with a smirk, “Luca, I didn’t mention anyone.”

The demon patted the blonde’s shoulder, whose lips sealed in an instant, and said, “I know. Everyone is going to say something. It’s natural, especially we’re beings that are capable of thinking. And just like me, there’s only so much I can protect my beloved from. But you know… I would rather die protecting him than not being by his side at all.”

“Luca?” You called out while waving your hands in front of his face. He seemed to be in a deep thought for a few seconds before he finally blinked, and looked at you with those soft, jet-black eyes that made your heart squeeze.

“I… the food is ready. Don’t you wanna eat?” You asked. He didn’t say anything. He just smiled and stood from his seat. You swallowed the lump in your throat and boldly grabbed his hand that was limply hanging on his side.

“Come on, it’s good! Alban said he made it with lots of love!” you exclaimed and dragged him towards the kitchen, pushing down the bubbling giddiness and warmth surrounding your stomach. His hands were bigger than yours, rough and coarse. But they felt warm, comforting… safe.

“Sit, sit, sit!” You urged him to the table where a plate of steaming rice and tonkatsu sat, waiting for him.

You noticed that he remained standing, looking at you. For the past year that you’ve moved in and became close with his nephew and him, you’ve always thought that there’s something about him that’s so bright. The brightness that reminds you of the sun each day you wake, its beautiful and majestic beams pouring through your window.

He may be a tall, large man who intimidated Alban’s playground friends, but he is the same man who gave up many things just to keep his nephew safe. You know what he’s capable of– heck, he was a mafia boss. He sat down with you on the sofa and confessed what you needed to know over glasses of white wine a few months ago. And though you may not know how the mafia works, you know that it’s dirty business, and a roll of dice can cost you more than you paid for. You’ve seen enough movies and read too many books to have an idea how dangerous and dark it is.

But he was a mafia boss.

It was in the past. Bygones be bygones. Because right now, he’s just the fun uncle who accompanies his nephew to school events, joins the mom community in their zumba and yoga sessions, and the neighbour who was kind enough to help you unload boxes during your moving day. He was the one who helped you with your resume and recommended you companies to apply for, the one who made sure you walk on the safe side of the road, the one who ditched his date just to fetch you from work while it was raining and the traffic was heavy, the one who takes note of the little things about you and remembers them, the one who makes you laugh with his incredibly different sense of humour, the one whom you can sit with for hours, talk with or be with in a comfortable silence just watching TV or watching Alban play, and the one who sat down and opened his heart to you– took your hand, and walked you through his past that was inked with blood, the stench of sins that were masked by the scent of lavender and baby powder. He showed you how the big transition of his life took place and told you about the peaceful future he’s working on.

God, the urge to say out loud to him how much you wanted to be a part of that future he’s talking about. To stop looking for someone because you’re right here.

“I see you,” he whispered. You looked at him, face contorted in a frown. You didn’t quite catch what he had said. He only smiled and said once more, “I see you, my Arabella.”

Then he brought his face close to yours. Your eyes almost crossed by the proximity. You can smell the pungency of alcohol, and his scent of musk and wood. And in a matter of four deafening heartbeats, you felt his lips softly land on yours.

Your head spun. What? What was happening?

He wanted to say sorry. Sorry for not being able to keep it in but he also wants you to know that he tried his best for the past months. How it took him almost everything to stop his fingers from tracing the curve of your nose, the bow of your lips, and your nape down to the arch of your back.

He ran his fingers on your scalp, your hair gliding in between his fingers. Your lips tasted of strawberries and rosé, a flavour so intoxicating and dizzying. He cupped your jaw, pressed harder– wanting more and more of that sweet taste while he whispered, “Sorry, ‘m sorry, baby.”

You’ve always thought that it must’ve felt like seeing stars. Blinding light in your eyes, your tight grasp to rationality slowly letting go as you transcend higher to the skies, away from the ground. You couldn’t be anymore wrong.

It was messy. Your lips were swollen by the time you felt the cushion behind your back. The hair tie that was keeping his hair in a ponytail was long gone, strands of his golden locks tickling your flushed skin while his lips smothered wet kisses on your navel. Your summer dress was discarded on the stairs, and he impatiently ripped the white, button-down shirt he’s wearing. He threw it across the room, left to gather the floating dust coming from the moonlight spilling through the window.

It was uncomfortable. Your arms were crossed, legs shut. Your eyes were closed, not daring to look him in the eye. This isn’t how you imagined your first time to be. You wanted it to be certain, and you laid there with a bit of sanity left, wondering in fear of what happens after.

“Hey, hey.” he called, his voice gentle and soft. His hands cupped your jaw, thumbs caressing the apples of your cheeks. “Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.”

And you did look at him, threatening tears blurring your vision. You put your hands on top of his, cheeks snuggling to the base of his palms. “I… I just don’t want to give you something–”

“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered. “It’s okay. You don’t have to. I love you and we can stop here if you want. It’s okay, baby. I love you and we’ll figure things out, okay?”

You felt hot tears sliding down your cheeks, his fingers were quick to wipe them away. Without inhibitions and hesitations, your hands reached out for his jaw, his stubble tickling your fingers. You pulled him close and kissed him ferociously and longingly. Your legs started to relax and soon felt yourself open up, his chocolate-dipped fingers leaving butterfly kisses on your inner thighs. You felt him in, and you fought real hard to hold his gaze. Memorise him. Take pictures with your mind, prove to yourself it isn’t a dream.

He wanted to seize you with his hands and embed his body in yours. Til your bodies become one– he would crawl on your skin and bask in your warmth, be close to your heart and savour its every beat.

His hands situated on the plush of your thighs, fingers squeezing the smooth, plump flesh. His eyes were in daze, staring at you while your lips went down on each wound and scar that he once tried to hide from you. Yet here you are, planting light kisses on each one, reminding him that those scars are his and that there’s nothing to be ashamed of because regardless, he’s loved and accepted. Your fingers delicately traced each line and curve of his tattoos which are symbols of his bravery and the representations of his positions in that society, a world you’ve never been before.

He sat up, held you by the waist and pulled you close until your bodies were almost combined. His lips sank into the nook of your neck, each suck and bite knocked your breath away. Your fingers combed his long hair and gathered a few strands once you reached the ends. You brought those golden strands to your lips, gently pecking and inhaling their scent. You lightly chuckled once the sweetness of the flowers wafted through your nose.

“Hmm?” he hummed after hearing your small laugh and feeling the light vibration of your body. You shook your head and pressed a kiss at the top of his head.

“Nothing, sweetheart. For a big, tough man, you smell rather sweet.”

“I’m a big tough man?” he asked, eyes shining in awe. It reminded you of an adorable and energetic golden retriever. You threw your head back in laughter before nodding, arms wrapping around his neck.

“Yes, you’re my big, tough man, Luca.”

His eyes were tightly shut, his body almost close to convulsing while he held the back of your knees while your feet were hung in the air. Fuck, fuck. Strings of profanities bombarded his mind while he held you close, trying his best to calm down and not scare you. But how the fuck could he do that when you’re this fucking tight? He held to that last string of sanity he has like his life depended on it, reminding himself to take it easy.

“Slowly, please…” you begged, lips buried on the flesh of his shoulder. Your hands are on his back, freshly-painted nails digging his skin. In the middle of it all, you have half a mind to suppress the noises coming out of your mouth, in fear that Alban, who was sleeping next door, might hear.

But there’s only so much you can do. Because when his hips started to snap, and your breath was knocked away, body bobbing up and down– fuck– you lost it. No, there were no stars that appeared and shone brightly in your eyes. What you’ve seen were his jet-black eyes that held your gaze while he continued his ministrations slowly.

“Come on, baby. Hold on to me, yeah?”

“Hmm.” you hummed and melted into his arms, your hips started to snap in sync with his. You heard him groan, which– heavens above– made your insides clench. You took it as a cue to continue and go faster, meeting him halfway through.

It was too much. By the time you reached the one hour mark, the blanket you stuffed in your mouth was dripping wet. Your voice is long gone at the back of your mind, throat dry from the lewd noises that never faltered to slip out for the past hour. Your head is spinning, body spent and filled to the brim. But you refused to let go, legs tightly wrapped around his waist while he bent you in half, his eyes never leaving yours as he kept a faster pace and rhythm. His one hand was encircled on your neck, while the other was cupping your cheeks.

Your throat started to itch and in a desperate attempt and twisted plea, you opened your mouth wide, tongue slipping out, begging for a drop of water in the middle of Sahara. He understood, puckered his lips and spitted. The thick blob of saliva fell on your tongue– tastes like whiskey– and you swallowed hard, an act that made him go even more feral.

You laid down on the bed, time suddenly became an unknown concept while your eyes went in and out of focus. You heard the door creak, and you wanted to turn your head and look at him but your body felt like it wasn't yours anymore: tear-stained cheeks, limp arms, sore legs and aching back. The euphoria was now dissipated, replaced by the kind of silence that was slightly nagging, begging to be acknowledged. He came into your vision and even though it hurt, you couldn’t help but to smile. He reached for your hair and fixed some of the mess before wiping your entire body with a wet cloth.

His hands, big and calloused, dipped in experience and blood suddenly became like Alban’s. Clumsy, shaky… heck, even a little queasy. While he was washing the cloth, he still couldn’t believe what just happened. He could still feel the softness of your lips, the intensity of your gaze, your scent all over him that smelled like ylang-ylang. And heavens… the small whimpers and moans that he had secretly wondered and thought about before… Still, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. It was supposed to be one kiss and a confession. How did it end up like this?

“Sorry.” he whispered while he wiped your stomach using the warm cloth.

“Hmm?” you hummed, way too out of it to even comprehend what he had said.

He retracted his hand and looked at you again. God. Even if your hair’s a mess, your body is marked with his tattooed kisses, you still look so beautiful. A goddess. Or maybe an angel sent from above that he doesn't deserve. In a low whisper, he said: “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” you asked in a tiny voice, your eyes starting to blink slowly. Hypnos had arrived, and was slowly cradling you in his arms.

“I didn’t… I’m sorry. I really am. I wanted you to know how much I love you yet–”

“I love you too.” You said with what’s left of your voice. Once those words came out, your heart almost burst into millions of butterflies, lifting the heavy load up, up and away.

His eyes went wide, mind slowly registering what you just said. Soon, a smile slowly creeped in on his face. You couldn’t help but break into a smile, too. God. If you could only move your arms, you’d pull him in for a tight hug and whisper to his ears that you love him, how much you care for him and Alban, and that he made you feel so, so loved and cared for tonight more than all of the men you’ve gone out with for the past years combined.

“So don’t say sorry, okay? I’m really, really tired and sleepy, Luca… but I love you, okay? I love you and we’ll figure it out…”

Those were the last words that came out of your mouth before you slipped into the darkness and fell. He pulled the blanket up and laid down next to you. Strange. The bed used to feel huge, and no matter how much he covered himself using either a blanket or a duvet, it never felt this warm.

Your hands immediately grabbed onto him, your cheek pressing against his chest. And when his palms held the arch of your back, you felt cold to touch. He pulled you even closer, tangled his legs with yours… Then while he waited for sleep to come, he stared at your peaceful sleeping face, in awe of how tiny you looked in his arms.

Finally, after so many months of hesitations, and searching in the wrong places, he finally has someone whom he shall treasure with the entirety of his heart, along with Alban. Someone who listened to him, didn’t berate and leave him even after knowing his past. He finally has someone who cares for him and Alban, someone he’d be delighted and absolutely honoured to care for, love for, and spend the rest of his life with… oh, wait. That’s looking too far in the future. But he’d let you know tomorrow morning how he intends to make it come true.

He pressed a kiss at the top of your head and inhaled your scent, wishing it would linger on the sheets, on the pillowcases and on him.

“I love you. I love you and thank you, my Arabella.”

•••

Noelle: AO3 saw this first teehee :D [inspired by the song Arabella of Arctic Monkeys]

Thank u for reading!!! 🥹

©noellerain

#luca kaneshiro x reader

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FIRST TIME ! VOX AKUMA ?!

summary : first times w/ vox, except it's really fluffy. includes : vox akuma (luxiem) type : nsfw, request, afab! reader. a/n : a special drabble for 7oveletter, i couldn't reach you in time. i finished this just after you deacted :((

"it hurts so much," you whine, letting a few tears run down your face, vox sees this, kissing your tear-stained face as he shushes you, "i know... i know angel, it'll go away in a moment..."

you look so pretty right now, your face full of tears and eyes glistening like they had stars in them. vox could only coo at you, kissing your face oh so softly as his hand rubs your clit, trying to loosen you up. you sigh, throwing your head back while vox dives in to leave hickeys on your neck, you moan, "you can move now vox, i think it's okay now..."

vox looks up from your neck, "are you sure? what if it hurts you again?" he said in a hushed tone, gazing at you as if you'll break under the slightest pressure. you softly smile at him, reaching to cup his face as he leans into your touch. "it's okay vox, i can say the safeword if it hurts. and i trust you." vox heart swoons, he smiles widely at you before leaning in to kiss you, "you're so pretty, have i said that to you already?" you chuckle under the kiss, "no, you haven't." vox frowns at you, "really?" you smile once again, gently kissing his cheeks, "yeah, but your eyes tell me that i am." he gazes at you with such adoration, pressing his lips on your temple letting it linger there for a while before he slowly thrusts into you.

your hands are gripping his arm, eyes rolling back as some tears roll down your face. vox is huffing air, arms caged around you as sweat drips down his neck. "you okay there sweetheart?" your eyes are dazed but you gave him a lopsided smile, "-little..." you mumble but vox couldn't hear you. he lowered down so that his face was near your lips, "feel like 'm floatin somewhere" you muttered out, voice croaking at the end as vox grins at you, letting out a small chuckle while his hips thrust even deeper, making your hands wrap around his neck moaning out incoherent things, vox only making out 'slow down' and his name. "don't float off somewhere i can't follow you, doll. 'need you here to stay with me."

#nijisanji en #vox akuma #luxiem #vox akuma smut #vox akuma x reader

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How Vox Akuma Eats You Out

Pairing: Vox Akuma x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cunnilingus, overstimulation, implied power dynamic, clit stimulation

A/N: Everyone knows Vox has a talented mouth on him.

Vox Akuma eats you out very slowly at first. In fact he doesn't even put his mouth on you until you're already dripping. He waits until your arousal drips down onto the sheets, talking to you and your cunt, how pretty it is for him, how it's literally making his mouth water, he needs to stop himself for drooling.

When Vox Akuma eats you out he takes his sweet time when his mouth is on your pussy. He's almost making out with it, his skilled tongue licking over, around, from your entrance so his tongue is wet and then to your clitoris. There's no way he could miss out on sucking on it when it's almost begging for his attention.

Vox Akuma eats you out for hours and doesn't get tired. His stamina is far above yours with him being a demon. He will use his voice to get you to come as many times as your body can handle it. All the while keeping the same slow place, slowly working you up to one more orgasm.

As soon as you grab his horns Vox Akuma eats you out faster, finally. Holding onto his horns give you some semblance of control over what he's doing. But in reality you know he could overpower you. He doesn't want to, he wants to know what makes you feel good, what makes you come the most so he can use it next time and make it even better for you.

Vox Akuma eats you out with so much love and care, his lust unleashed when he feels you can't take it anymore. He needs to give you one more orgasm with his mouth. Before he gives you his cock, which is what you really wanted isn't it? He can't read your mind but he knows, he can tell that as much as you like his mouth you really want his cock too.

#vox akuma #vox akuma x reader #vox akuma smut

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( SUCH A GREEDY DADDY ! ) POSSESSIVE! VOX X AFAB! READER 18+ WC: 2.9k

❥ WARNINGS: NSFW, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! dubcon, rough sex, creampie, unprotected sex, netorare, dumbification, degrading kink, "dick drunk" reader, daddy kink, praising kink, drunk sex, filming

❥ A/N: i wrote this in one sitting i feel like i have a spot in hell for this + not proofread

old high school sweethearts, widely known as the best couple in the university = vox and you. he'd wait for you everyday once your classes dismiss by the doorstep of your classroom with a sincere smile playing on his lips, flaxen irises squinting into two crescent moons. every time you'll leave the room, your friend group would make side comments like "hey god it's me again" or "when is it my turn to be happy", usually poking fun at how the two of you were the sweetest couple in the campus. summer approached, both of you then graduated from your chosen courses and there comes a new journey to be tackled. fortunately, there was already a job waiting for you once you finish school but the only con of it was you had to move countries for the opportunity. you've had a talk with vox regarding this matter already and he was supportive of it— as expected. when it comes to maturity, vox is no stranger to it, nothing less expected from your boyfriend.

and so you moved to japan to work there and flourish your skills further. but apparently, as months came by in a flash, more arguments sparked up one after another. of course, during your college years, arguments were normal. but during this time of your life where you have to be stable and competent for the job, you couldn't afford wasting chances presented to your table just like that. with enough discourses, the both of you agreed to let the relationship rest for a while (perhaps you two needed to have some time off). breaking up was the best solution you and him can come up with. it has been 3 years then since you last conversed with your ex. like how the cycle of life goes, you met a wonderful partner who is perfect in everything that he does and edges are not rough to deal with unlike vox's. the both of you got married recently and he told you he'd like to invite his best co-partners in the company he's working in over to your home for you to meet them. naturally, you were glad as you saw how much they have helped him especially during your husband's tough times. tonight it is and you decided to prepare something extravagant for a dinner. you set the butane stove on the table and the stone grilling plates, followed with some chopsticks, yakiniku, sauce, condiments and side dishes. the aroma of the succulent food wafts in the dining room as the gray smoke from the grill curls into endless strings until it vanishes into the stove exhaust fan. one moment later, several dings from the doorbell rings into the vicinity. since your husband was attending to urgent matters for his company even in his rest hours, you immediately rush to the door and swing it open.

you were welcomed by one male, one of a tall, lanky figure sporting a white business suit and has a long black hair with red highlights framing his small face, hanging just above his broad shoulders. you examine his features clearly to see if you've seen him before, and bullseye! he's vox, your ex-boyfriend from college. feeling lost, confused and obnoxious all at the same time, why would this man be in front of your doorstep after three years of getting separated? you stood there, aghast and jaw dropped, knees going weak; meanwhile the towering figure from the other side only cracks a sneering smile, intending to disturb your peace. you look up at him once again slowly, when suddenly your husband enters the scene with his genuine smile and warmth. "vox! we see each other again!" he steps towards you and snakes his arm around your waist then vox reciprocates the energetic greeting, "hello, akira." vox reaches out to your husband's hand and shakes it while doing a bowing motion as a sign of mutual respect. akira's hand then rises from your waist to the shoulder and introduces you to him, "oh by the way, this is my lovely caring wife [name]. [name] this is vox— i told you about him before, on how he diligently thought of innovative ways to save the company from bankruptcy."

you watch vox in front with addled, bewildered eyes. your partner notices how your voice betrays you to fake a greeting, "perhaps you two have met before? hence why you look so shocked my love?" he says, tone soothing and flirtatious as ever. "actually y—" a deep voice answers but you immediately cut if off, knowing if your husband discovers you two had history, their relationship as friends will crumble and might result to failure in their future plans. "no love, we haven't. i was just surprised because vox looked nothing like how i thought of him whenever you tell me about him! mr. vox, it is great to have you here." you fabricate and conceal your past with vox as naturally as you breathed. vox cocks a brow at your words but decides not to press any further. he finally has the chance to make you succumb to him again and he better not mess it up. akira finally invites vox in your household and entertains him with endless conversations and topics. a little while later, his other friend comes in and then their get together finally commences. you were doing some of your undone tasks for work from the corner of the living room when suddenly your husband asks you to come over and sit beside him.

casually making small talks with his friends, you notice how vox isn't saying much to you which bugged you a lot. a side immoral thought enters your mind, questioning if did he miss you or not. you felt like slapping yourself because it shouldn't be questionable especially you have a loving fulfilling husband beside you on the dining table. the clock then strikes at 10 pm and you hear akira bring out the boozes and other alcoholic beverages. you excused yourself for a while and got into your room to continue what you should be doing. even from afar, you could hear their rowdy discussions filled with laughter and the persistent smell of liquor lingering in the air. as an another hour goes on, you hear the noises below your room slowly die down. several knocks then resonates in your dark room. you think it was definitely your husband to inform you his friends are now going to go, but as the door creaks open as you unlock it, the intimidating male from before instead welcomes your vision. "darling . . missed me?" vox asks rhetorically and takes steps into your room, the floorboards making a sound with each movement. "vox— get out! i'll tell you on akira! you fucking creep!" you attempt to push him away from your room but to no avail, his large hands are already stopping you from doing so. the size difference between you two was immense and within a blink of an eye he already have you pinned down on your queen sized bed. your weight begins to sink down further into the cushion of the mattress with vox weighing you down as well, you were unable to budge a movement against him.

"i can't believe it, you're prettier the last time i saw you. and it was a video call of us masturbating together." he whispers, his falsely honeyed voice sounds into your ears that rakes shivers up and down your spine. "you're disgusting, get off of me or i'll for real tell akira about this! or— his other friend, lorenzo!" you furrow your eyebrows at his words but he wasn't fazed one bit from your defenses. "yeah, your husband is passed out drunk in the living room and the other basic man already bid his farewell, which is perfect! now i can finally reclaim you as my wife, only i can have you." he emphasizes the last i as he palms through your throbbing clit, slender fingers finding their way into your slit. "vox please— we've been over for a long time already. just go find someone else and stop this monstrosity!" he clicks his tongue at how persistent you were and decides to full on rip your pajamas, the crotch part busted open. you gasp at his rash actions and vox licks his lips, he could see how drenched your panties were when he forces you like this. "you're soaking wet. how can you reject me when your pussy is is begging for it to be ravaged by my dick?" he leans into your genitalia and swipes the fabric aside, revealing your naked, bare clit dripping with white already. no longer able to muster any strength to voice out your opposing thoughts, you try to push him away from you one more time with your feeble arms when you suddenly feel something being inserted into your hole. "v— vox!" you unintentionally moan his name out loud and tears roll down you cheeks as you feel your walls clench around his girthy, lengthy cock. "i couldn't hear anything so i slipped it in and fucking hell, i missed your pretty moans so much!" he exclaims and pushes back out, earning another whine from your lips. he inserts it back in, and vice versa until finally satisfied with the pace he's at. your sopping juices loudly make noises as he comes in contact with your aroused pussy, there's just something about his cock that you couldn't resist— way different from akira's.

"you're loosening around my cock, missed it so much too?" he teased you and grins wickedly, enjoying the sight of you rolling your eyes back from the pleasure and excitement gushing through your body. "your expressions answer it for me. i missed your tight cunt too baby. akira's one lucky bastard to experience this any goddamn day he wants to." even from back then, vox was a sweet yet lustful talker. every words he utters into your ears every time you'd have intercourse, it feels very much new with the sentences he tells you— he has a way with words that again, defeats your husband's trait. "we— we don't do this so . . often." you say in a shaky voice and in between your moans, and vox hums in response, signaling you to keep going. "sex with him feels so plain and it feels like it's all the same . . ." you whisper, eyes closed and remembering the moments you and vox shared several passionate sex way back then. "akira's not like you . ." the onyx haired stops his deep thrusts into your pussy and thinks of something better to do. you bite your lip and peel your eyes open, confused as to why'd he stop all of a sudden. "relax darling, come with me downstairs and i'll insert my dick in you again. i'll be waiting." he croons into your sensitive neck and pulls up his slacks, proceeding to exit your room and climbs down the flight of stairs. you swallow the lump in your throat, dubiety further washing over you.

you were left wanting for more, and you had to admit, vox's dick truly is amazing. among the many times you've had sexual acts done with him, a fact is that it never gets tiring. your cunt aches for his presence again and you think of one sham reasoning. "you're just following your desires." and the next thing you know is you're in the living room, looking at vox with heavy lidded eyes, his legs spread wide across akira from the dinner table. the corners of his lips tug upwards as he notices you behind him from your shadow. "such a slut for me darling. come and sit on my dick as we do it in front of your husband so we can show who truly owes you." he says as he pats his thighs and as you walk towards him and blindly suit, you noticed his cock was painfully hard as a rock— urging you more to pound on it just so you can feel your insides filled by his dick once again. you drool at the sight and with no logical explanation behind your actions, you sit on his dick carefully, facing your husband sleeping deeply from the liquor. you prop your hands on the table to pound on vox easier, the sound of your skin clapping with his reverberates in the dining room. "akira, you were once a lucky bastard. but now that i have your wife grinding on my cock endlessly, sad to say your happy life has come to an end already. you're fucking dumb to leave her alone waiting to be preyed on by his ex like this, a fucking loser." he grits his teeth and he thrusts into you while you move for him, you feel his cock push further inside you and twitch every time. you could no longer care how loud your moans were, you knew how deep your husband sleeps when he drinks his booze and alcoholic drinks; that man was bound to wake up tomorrow morning. taking a trip down the memory lane, you remembered at how vox gets turned on whenever you call him pet names, especially 'daddy.' you want him to pleasure you more and so— "this . . this feels so scandalous daddy." you tell him as you look back on his face whilst pouncing on his dick at the same time, his breathy moans slipping out his luscious lips. "you're so hot, there's just no one like you darling. it's been a long time since i saw this view, you hoeing out for my cock makes me crazy."

your heart races twice as faster, you feel giddy from his praises that apparently akira never did whenever you two have sex. "more . . daddy. praise me more, make me feel good more!" you cry as you pick up the momentum and basically buck your hips back and forth, earning a spank from your ass cheek with vox's large hand. "only if you moan louder and make sure akira hears it in his dreams." you bite your lower lip, embarrassed but unreasonably follows what he tells you to do. you no longer try to supress your cries of pleasure, your moans inevitably became louder and more frequent. every time he'd thrust in you, you felt like your pussy was gonna break. he chuckles at how willing you were and takes a quick sip from the booze. his dominant hand then reaches to your face and makes you turn to him, and he crashes his lips with yours. expecting only a deep french kiss, a strong liquid gushes through your mouth unexpectedly. he breaks it off and says "swallow." you gulp it down and you swear you felt a heating line in your throat but no matter, it's not a big deal.

"very good. i'm gonna film you lavishing my dick okay?" you try to register his words to your mind but you were already affected by the alcohol, so you just weakly nod as vox brings out his phone and places it atop the table, camera pointed at the two of you recklessly having intercourse in front of the man you claimed that you loved the most. he presses the circular red button and starts filming the two of you, his wide grin not disappearing anytime soon. feeling like something is incomplete, he finally realizes it as he destroys your buttoned shirt open— your needy tits springing free. "how does it feel darling? returning back to your daddy after getting married to some basic man several months ago?" he asks as he wraps his large hands around your throat. you feel encaged within his hold and feel him pressing either sides the longer it took for you to answer. "it . . it feels so amazing!" you say, almost drooling from the things he makes you feel. a droplet of saliva mixed with vodka drips down your tits, to which vox aggressively grabs on to. shocked from the sudden action, he then grabs the bucket of ice on the table and gets a hold of one, proceeding to smother it on your bare skin, making you more prone to sensitivity than before. "v—vox oh my god!" you whimper as the chilling sensation shocks you, your walls tightening around his cock from this. "goodness gracious, i love your pussy so much!" vox finally reaches his limit and stands up from the wooden chair. he pulls your hair with one hand and the other then bends you over on the smooth marble table. he brings his phone closer to you and places it under your body, the perspective flashing your breasts bouncing along with his thrusts into your aching pussy. "for being such an obedient girl, i'll reward you with a creampie." he asks and you nod with a huge intoxicated smile all over your face. "yes daddy please do it!" and at the same time, he busts his load inside you, painting your walls cloudy white until he pulls his dick out.

a couple minutes later, he finally finished fixing his appearance and dressing up while you remain senseless on the wooden chair where vox previously sat on. "i'm gonna drop by every time your husband is not here, alright darling?" you stick your tongue out to beg for one more french kiss and he gladly gives it to you, you swear to god his tongue still feels amazing. "now go back to your room and make sure no one knows about this. or else daddy will punish you big time." you nod for the nth time tonight and grabbed your clothes strewn across the floor, running hurriedly to your room with no hesitation. the moment you shut the door, you receive a text message from an unknown number. you check to see what it could be, and the message was an "i love you."

#luxiem smut #luxiem #vox akuma #vox akuma smut #vox akuma x reader #nijisanji en #tw NTR

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me: :(

hinata: babe i bought you DJUNGELSKOG

me: :)

also me: :D OMG DJUNGELSKOG

#hinata would def get me a djungelskog #my ex boyfriend is screaming crying throwing up rn #his cheating ass could never come close to my dear hinata who treats me way better #and hinata would get me DJUNGELSKOG #okay this is a shitpost #aspen sunshine please shut up

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OMG BOKUTO NII 😳😳 IMAGINE HIM SNEAKING INTO UR ROOM AT NIGHT AND HAVING A MAKE OUT SESH WITH U, he treats his little sister so good he never wants her to stop feeling pleasure even when their parents are knocking at the door-

BOKUTO NII SNEAKING INTO UR ROOM MAKES ME SO H WORD BRUHH

nsfw, fem reader, incest

god he’s such a loud and sloppy kisser.

but he’s so warm, every part of him; his mouth on yours, his arms around you... it feels so good when he gropes at your breasts too, making you squeak little moans into your nii-san’s mouth. 

he really does just want you to feel good! everything he does is for your pleasure, he’d let you do anything! he’ll eat you out for hours if that’s what you really wanted!

and that’s what he’s doing right now, after kissing your lips swollen he’s kissing your lower set of lips, slobbering and sucking on your cunt like there’s no tomorrow. he’s barely even fazed when there’s a knock on the door.

you have to pull his head away from you, closing your legs and responding to whoever’s at the door. koutaro couldn’t care less, shoving his hand between your thighs and fingering your poor cunt.

“it’s just me!” you yell out to your parent who’s questioning you on the other side. “no one else! i don’t know where nii-san i- is!”

like he’s not trying to pry your legs open so he can taste your perfect cunny again.

#haikyuu smut #koutarou bokuto #smut #tw incest

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No to be h*rny on main but I want to get dicked down by ushijima so badly 👉👈, I just know he's packin' 🥺

NO, BE HORNY ON MAIN!!! ESPECIALLY FOR USHIJIMA !!!! 

nsfw, fem reader, kinda like first time? not necessarily virgin but like first time together??

“you’re- you’re big.”

“is that bad?” he asks, and from the look in his eyes you know he’s genuine. 

“n- no, i mean... no.” you swallow at the sight of it, not sure if you want it inside you or at a six foot distance. “it might hurt, though, but...”

“will it?” he takes a curious look at himself, blinking in surprise. was he... not aware of his size at all? “i’ll try my best not to.”

“thank you.” you wrap your hand around him, thumb and forefinger barely touching. his breath hitches as he watches you intently, dark eyes staring down at you between his legs. “i don’t know if this will even fit in my mouth.”

“you don’t have to--”

but before he can finish, you’re trying your best to swallow him whole. he stiffens, hips sharply bucking at the stimulation. he can feel you gag around him as he hits the back of your throat, his eyes bulging out of his head.

“i’m- i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay!” you cough, dragging yourself off him. “it’s okay.”

“i think...” he pauses for a second. “i think you need it more than i do.”

“what--?”

it’s odd how he moves so quickly, putting you on your back and getting between your legs. his fingers are eager to pet at your underwear clad pussy, just dragging his fingers over the fabric.

“wakatoshi!” you squeal as he rakes his fingers over you again and again. the barely there stimulation still has your mind boggled. 

“can i take these off?” he questions, blinking up at you.

“please.”

and so he does, dragging them down your legs until your bottom half is bare. he fits a finger in your hole, pressing against the resistance until he’s fully inside.

“wakatoshi,” you struggle at the fullness, even if it’s only one finger. “move, please... move it.”

he nods, bringing his finger out and pushing back in slowly. it drives you crazy, has you squirming and shaking as he unintentionally brushes over your sweet spot. 

“is that good?”

“yeah! it’s really good!” you whine, legs spreading wider. “another- another finger, please.”

he takes the one out and attaches it to his second, pressing both in at the same time. you mewl at the sensation, that could easily be his cock it’s so thick. 

“f- faster, toshi...” you moan. “can you go faster?”

he hums, and has his fingers going at a good pace. there’s a wet noise with each thrust, your knees bending and raising to give him full view. 

“i’m gonna cum, waka- wakatoshi...” your fingers pull at the carpet. “please make me cum.”

he doesn’t stop, fingering you until you’re creaming his fingers. even then he doesn’t stop, sending you into overstimulation.

“stop- you can- you can stop now, tosh- toshi.”

“okay.” he pulls his fingers out, watching your slick connect them to your cunt. “did you like it?”

“y- yeah...” you’re flushed. “i think i can take you now... your cock.”

his fingers reach down to grasp it in his hand, smearing your wetness all over him before guiding it to your hole. 

“please let me know if it hurts.”

and with that, he’s pushing in, stretching you with a slight sting. it doesn’t hurt too bad, if anything it feels good. just when you think he’s about to end, he keeps going, inch by inch filling your poor pussy. you feel him bump your cervix and slow to a stop. 

“good?” he asks.

“good.” you’re breathless. “fuck me, please.”

his hands find your hips, pressing down hard enough you think they might shatter. toshi drags his hips out and slams back in, making your body jolt. pain erupts deep inside, but you’re too far gone to even bring it up. 

“toshi!” you cry, hands falling at the sides of your head. “oh my fuck.”

you swear you see a hint of a smile on his face as he fucking rails you, pounding your cervix to mush. the bastard, the handsome bastard--

he leans over, pressing your thighs back and hooking your knees over his shoulders. you gasp at the change in angle, feeling him impossibly slide deeper. 

“it’s so deep!” you cry out. “you’re so deep! please...”

“you okay?” he brings a hand to pet your hair, blinking at you (dare you say) affectionately. 

“y- yeah...” you moan. “you’re- you’re stuffing me. m’so full.”

“can i keep going? or do you need a second?”

you take the second, catching your breath before he starts again. his balls slap your ass with vigor each time he thrusts back in. he’s literally taking his hips off you and slamming back in like some sort of wild animal. it felt good, though, getting your poor pussy destroyed like this. 

“i’m gonna cum!” you cry. “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum, toshi!”

“yeah?” he leans even more forward to kiss at your face. “does it feel good?”

“so good!” you’re sobbing in pleasure. “so good, so good, so good!”

before you know it you’re creaming, making the already wet noises get wetter. you throw your arms around him, trying your best to bury your face in his shoulder before he shoves you back.

“i want to see your face.”

and that just sends you even higher.

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semi pretending to be an innocent virgin just to convince you to let him get in your pants, and then when you guys start having sex he’s rough and it’s so clear he’s not a virgin, mocking you for believing his lies 😍😍 from consensual to non con <3

semi gblin semi >:(

nsfw, fem reader, dubcon, noncon/rape

you are such a little virgin.

you don't know how to kiss really, and you're not making any big moves towards him. he's getting bored, and the raging boner in his pants isn't being touched.

but he's being gentle with you, not for your sake, but his. he knows you're a virgin, and in your head, you believe he's one too, which couldn't be further from the truth. but if you knew that he's fucked many a time, you probably wouldn't let him near that tight, little pussy.

"ei- eita," you moan into his mouth. "ah... is it okay if i call you that?"

"of course, baby." he puts his tongue in your mouth, making you tense all up. "call me whatever you'd like."

"o- okay, eita." your face is so hot, it's almost endearing... but he's literally going to cum in his pants at this rate.

"hey..." he licks his lips. "i think i'm ready."

"oh!" you immediately know what he's talking about. "um... well... i don't know if i'm..."

semi wants to groan aloud, but he just tries his best to smile. "look, i really... i really want to lose it to you. you're so special to me."

and that seals the deal.

you're naked on the bed in front of him, trying to hide yourself. semi doesn't care in the slightest, as long as you show that untouched cunt to him.

"im going to put it in," he breathes, hovering over you.

"o- okay..." you hold your own breath as he pushes in. "ow! eita..."

he doesn't slow or stop, pressing his whole length inside. your fingernails bite into his shoulders and you make your little cries.

"how's it feel?" the last semi-nice thing that comes out of his mouth.

"it hurts... i don't know if i can do this..."

"well... get used to it."

he begins to move, much to your dismay. you start crying loudly, which semi has never really had to deal with before, but finds that he likes it. for not enjoying it, your cunt is wet.

"you should thank me." he grabs your hands so you'll stop hitting him. "at least, every guy that fucks you after this will thank me for popping your cherry, you fucking prude."

#semi eita #smut #tw noncon

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website

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after black jackals practice 🚿

#HOOOOOOOOOOO #I AM LOOKING LIKE A WHORE #hinata shoyo #hinata shoyo smut

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Fandom ¦ Haikyuu!!

Character ¦ Shoyo Hinata

Word Count ¦ 2k

Tags ¦ f!reader, kind of a FWB situation ish, no dom/sub dynamics, kissing, oral, unprotected sex

A/n ¦ This isn't a "Brazil Hinata" fic focusing on how he's somehow better looking in Brazil that people have a weird notion of 🙄 However it IS based on him living in Brazil and reader spending Christmas time with him because he's living far away .... also I haven't written a smut fic in a while so it may be shit xD but I had to get it out of my head 😩

Being hot in December was something you weren't used to whatsoever. However, the moment Shoyo asked you over the phone if you wanted to come visit him during Christmas time, how could you say no?? With not really having a family of your own to spend it with. Friends were you best option. But you favorite and closest friend wasn't even near you.

Needless to say, you hopped on that plane as fast as you could just to be with Shoyo. Someone you knew very well and someone you hated being away from.

With the hot weather, your only option was to go naked or with the minimalist amount of clothing possible. So you settled with a pair of booty shorts and a sports bra. Definitely an outfit that Shoyo was very fond of and he let you know it the moment you stripped down, once settled in his place. Though he didn't have to say anything as his wide eyes, gaping mouth and blushing face gave it away.

But your minimal clothing didn't sway Shoyo as much as it could. As he still needed to practice and do his daily things. You weren't there to interrupt him and you'd let him do what he needed to. Just to be there for him when he came home.

Speaking of, you were alone in Shoyo's place. So you made use of your time and took a look around. Seeing what kind of furniture he had. How he had barely anything in the kitchen, food or utensil wise. And how he decorated his walls with polaroid's of him and his friends, some of them you knew and some you had no idea who they were. You ended up getting caught up in looking at all the different pictures he had. Some framed. Some just tacked on the wall.

But one picture stood out to you. And it was framed on top of it all. It was a picture of you and Shoyo on the day he left Japan to come to Brazil. Lost in the picture, you were unable to look away. Even when you heard Shoyo come in through the front door.

There was a smile on your face as your hand came up to the picture. Your fingertips lightly traced the frame as you heard footsteps approaching you. Of course Shoyo noticed where you were and quietly he walked up to you.

"I still think about that day. Every day I'm here..." he muttered to you and came up to be right behind you. His hands sneakily moved to your hips and held you close to him.

"Me too." though your voice was barely audible as it was an emotional day for you to always remember. The memory flooded back to you as it wasn't a day you liked to reply often.

Shoyo's voice brought you back to the present, thankfully. "I'm really glad you're here, y/n." you could feel his breath on your neck now, as he was speaking against your skin.

You felt your cheeks heat up instantly. It seemed like forever ago that Shoyo had left. Phone and video calls don't really do justice to hearing him and feeling him right next to you. "You do..?" you asked curiously as your hands moved to his, layering them on top of his hands gripping your hips.

"Mmhm." He mumbled. With his eyes closed, he trailed the tip of his nose along your neck. Causing goosebumps to cover your body.

Holding back a shiver your hands grip his a little. Just to be returned with feeling him moving your hips ever so slightly. You completely forgot that the radio was on. But now as Shoyo stood behind you, you could hear it clear as day. While he moved you slowly to the music.

Swallowing hard, you whispered, "I missed you so much.."

In that moment you felt Shoyo's lips press against your shoulder. Lightly peppering you with quick kisses. "I missed you too.." his words pressed into your skin. His mouth easily moving from your shoulders to your neck and kisses you even more. "Let me make it up to you.." he whispered, "For leaving.."

About to say something back to him, you words fell the moment you felt one of his hands gently move your face to the side. Only to be met with his lips on yours. His other hand continued to hold your hip securely while you two kissed.

You forgot the intensity behind how he kissed you. Sure it's happened before. You've done stuff with Shoyo. Hence why it was so hard for you to say goodbye to him when he decided to move. But that didn't matter now. What mattered was how your body was beginning to flood with a burning passion. A need you forgot you had.

With his lips dancing against yours, you can't help but moan. Something Shoyo strived to hear more of. Swiftly, Shoyo spun you to face him, not breaking your lips from his either. It was quite impressive actually.

Trying to keep your composure, it got more difficult when Shoyo's lips left yours and began to trail down your neck. Sucking on your skin hard and needy. Sure enough to leave a few hickeys, but you didn't care. All you could do was clutch onto his tank top. Still sweaty as he hadn't cleaned up yet. And you didn't care. You wanted Shoyo and you wanted him right then and there.

"Sho..." you whimpered as your head tipped to the side. You felt your chest heave and fall with ragged breaths. It was ridiculous how sensitive he made you.

Shoyo pulled away in that instance just to look at you, "I really fucking missed you." he blurted out and without warning he pulled you to him once again. Kissing you harder. Deeper. His hand moved up to the back of your neck, pressing you into him as much as possible while the both of you moaned uncontrollably.

Your hands however, moved to his hips. Looping your fingers in the waistband of his shorts and underwear together. Tugging at the band you manage to slip them down a little. Shoyo's no slacker either. His hands on on your panties and already trying to yank them down around your ass. Needing you to be naked as fast as possible.

With a quick pause to touching, both of you strip and without any other movement, Shoyo throws you onto the nearby couch.

Gasping you fell onto your back, not expecting to get thrown around. But before you could yell at him he's on you. Body between your legs and his mouth latched to your tits.

"Fuck~" gasping out at the sudden feel of his warm mouth on your budding nipple, your hand immediately moves to his hair. Tangling your fingers in those ginger strands and pressing him even closer to you.

He had no remorse. His hands gripped your tits and fondled them. Squeezed them. While he sucked and kissed on your tits. Leaving you to be a moaning mess under him. You could feel yourself aching more and more as the seconds pass.

Whimpers and moans left your slightly parted lips. "Mmn~ Sho...Please...I need you~" you whined as your hips slightly shimmied under him.

Instantly Shoyo stopped and he looked up at you with those wide and crazy hazel eyes. Those eyes you loved so much to see. He needed you too but he was so into what was happening he couldn't say it himself. But his gaze at you said it all.

Looking down at him, you bit down on your bottom lip. Just to see him sink further down your body. His lips pressed against your inner thigh. Kissing all over your thighs and even ghosting over your pussy lips as he went from thigh to thigh. You swore he was doing this on purpose to get you going even more. Make you whine and beg for him. But before you could, you felt his tongue slip along your swollen clit.

"Fuuuck Shoyo~!" you gasped out, with barely any breath. It'd been a while since this so you were super sensitive. Your hips moved on their own and you couldn't help it.

"Mmmm~" Shoyo moaned into you. Vibrating your clit just a little as he did so. Licking you with his tongue flat and lapping at you like a dog in heat. God it made you crazy as your back arched and your breathing became even more ragged.

You felt like you were going to cum. You were right there. With your hand in his hair gripping it tighter and tighter. Then all of a sudden the feeling left you. And your eyes opened wide instantly.

"Sho!" you gasped out. Your orgasm denied. But when you looked at him you saw that same intense stare boring into you. He intended on doing that.

"I'm sorry. Y/n I need you so bad. I need to be in you." he mumbled. Moving up and getting himself in position, he pressed the tip of his swollen cock to your entrance.

Not being able to get a word in edge wise, you felt him slip inside you with ease. Though the feeling made your mind go fuzzy and your hands found his wrists. You couldn't help but grip them tightly as a wave of pleasure flooded over your entire body. His cock slipped in inch by inch until he was all the way inside you.

Shoyo's own body shuddered just a little the moment he was balls deep inside you. "Shit-" he gritted his teeth. Sure he could cum right then and there. "God you're so tight~"

Trying not to think about it, Shoyo's hands found your own and laced your fingers together. Only to press your hands down on the couch next to your head. Pinning you down, Shoyo can't help it anymore. He needed to move.

The moment Shoyo began to thrust into you, you lost all of your thought process. You couldn't help it. The way the rhythm of his hips moved against your own. How he felt like he was the perfect size. With his tip teasingly kissing your cervix. You felt like you were going to lose your mind.

Shoyo was right there with you. Low groans and gasp left his lips as he fucked you. His stomach sinking in as he did his best to last just a bit longer. However, you couldn't. With the orgasm denial the first time, you had to cum.

"Fuck- Shoyo- I'm cumming~!!" you cried out. Moving yourself in a messed up rhythm with his hips. Letting him fuck you through your orgasm as your gooey warm walls squeezed his cock so tight.

"Shit- Me too-" he grunts and with a couple last thrusts, eventually he's pressed all the way in you and cumming inside you. Warming up your insides with his cum and plugging it up with his cock. But not after a few last thrusts. Just to get the maximum pleasure out of it all.

Breathing heavy, both of you can still feel the aftermath of your orgasms. But now Shoyo collapsed onto you with his face in your neck. He couldn't help but take in your natural scent and let it fill his senses.

"Fuck.." you breathed out a bit exaggerated. Moving your hands up to his shoulders and gliding your fingers against his skin.

"Heh yeah....fuck..." Shoyo lightly chuckles and then holds himself up on his hands as he looks down at you. "Like I said...I'm glad you're here for the holidays. It's really lonely here without you." He grinned and then nuzzled his nose to yours.

Seeing that cute big grin of his, you couldn't help but smile back at him and giggle. "Yeah that's because I make it all better huh~?" you asked teasingly but Shoyo's expression changed to be a bit more serious.

With his eyes staring into yours, he spoke softly, "Yeah. You really do. Thank you." Then that grin came back, "And spending Christmas with you will be amazing! I can get you a whole bunch of stuff! We can even do this every day until and after Christmas and-"

With a chuckle you interrupted him, "Okay okay. I get it. One thing at a time okay? I can't wait to see everything you want to show me."

Your words were genuine as you spoke. You really couldn't think of a better way to spend Christmas. Than with your favorite person.

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Please please do a bokuto smut 🙏🏻🥰

a/n: no bc u have no idea how actually in love I am with this man

18+ Content MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

timeskip!bokuto x reader

warnings: size kink, daddy kink, slight breeding kink, defos not proofread haha

Bokuto Koutarou is just so big—in every sense of the word. His personality is big, he’s constantly in the spotlight, fans adore his bright and engaging persona, just so irresistible in the way he’s basically sunshine incarnate. He towers over you too, his hands are almost twice your size, something you discovered when you did the cutesy little flirting technique when you first started dating by measuring both your hands; his physique is something many people desire or envy.

Though of course, there was always something more to Bokuto. He’s supportive, endlessly and excitably so, he takes care of you like no one else does, he treats you so well.

But god—was it easy to love him for his size, especially now with him balls deep inside your weeping cunt.

“fuck, baby, look at you, taking me so fucking well.”

He says as he places a hand atop your lower stomach, a bulge forming from his absolutely massive size. You can’t count how many times you’ve already cummed from his prep on you alone, fishing around his tongue and fingers as he prepped your tight hole for his massive fucking cock.

Bokuto is easily excitable, sex with you is no exception, so just as he bottomed out inside you, he spared no time ruining your sloppy pussy with each thrust. Suddenly, you feel yourself being flipped around and hoisted up, so that Bokuto’s hands gripped the back of your knees as you sat on his lap, pistoning in and out of you with rapid speed. You felt drool slip out of your mouth as you felt the tip of his cock practically kiss your cervix in this new position.

“this okay, baby? god—fuck—so pretty for me, so fucking good to me, letting me do whatever I want—shit!”

Another thing to love about him is simply how strong he is; years of training did him well, his body sculpted and arms defined from all those endless practices that had busied him for a long time. In fact, he had just come home from practice that day, and missed you terribly—determined to show you just how much he did. The conscious part of your mind marveled at how strong he actually was with how he was fucking you with reckless abandon in a full Nelson, no less, legs folded so that nothing could obscure him from fucking up into you; while the other bit that was lost in the pleasure he was giving you begged for him to make you cum again.

“h-hah—Kou! s’deep, daddy, so fucking deep inside me.”

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror across from the bed you were currently fucking like rabbits on, the fucked out look on your face, your hooded eyes, made you feel somewhat embarrassed from how much of a slut you really were for this man—but this embarrassment was quickly washed away as you looked down to see his thighs flex with every motion, the veins on his hands more prominent now as he gripped you roughly. he looks up for a moment, and catches your eyes through the mirror, which made you quickly avert your gaze.

he smirks, hoisting you up and closer to him so that your back was pressed flush against his chest. “oh, don’t go all shy on me now, princess. tell daddy how good you’re feeling.” with that, he thrusts up especially brutally into you, earning a loud moan from your mouth.

“s’good, daddy! such..hah..such a fucking slut for your cock daddy, s’all for you.”

he chuckles breathlessly before you feel yourself practically being thrown off him and onto your back on the bed, before he plunges his thick cock back into your cunt, hoisting your legs up on his shoulders as he presses his lips against your chest, sucking harshly at the tender skin.

“good girl. gonna be good for me and let me fill up this pussy with my cum, huh?”

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how they fuck hcs: captains edition /// Bokuto, Oikawa, & Kuroo x f!reader (18+)

Haven’t done headcanons in a while but this is the defining edition & long asf ♥��� you can picture me sitting at a folding table with a huge “change my mind” sign if you want but if something else I’ve written contradicts this, don’t @ me lol 🤡

Tags/warnings: all characters are adults, established relationship/boyfriend, various kinks (size, praise, light degradation, brat stuff, oral fixation, sensory, etc.), power dynamics (dom/sub), threesomes, titles (senpai, sir), orgasm control, kinda chaotic ngl, mentions of past manwhore behavior, includes what they’re ‘not into’ sexually but this is subjective and could change w/ context!

Bokuto Kotaro

Bokuto’s really nice and also stupid hot so he’s probably sooo ran through like king you don’t have to hook up with every girl who asks how big your hands are 😭

Honestly he kind of gets taken advantage of because he underestimates how much he’ll connect feelings w/ sex and always ends up a tiny bit heartbroken when girls tell him he’s ‘cute but not relationship material’

Obviously this is pre- meeting you though. Once he starts seeing you he’s truly obsessed and doesn’t even register other girls flirting 🥺

Anyway the point of this is that you’d probably think he’s clueless in bed before you fuck him. Like okay of course he’s going to be enthusiastic and of course his dick is big but does he have the skill? Can he back it up ?? but since he actually has a lot of experience the answer is yes, yes he can

Also yes, his dick is big (a strong competitor for biggest in hq imo)!! and he doesn’t want to hurt you but he also doesn’t have such a good awareness of that possibility. He loses that awareness sometimes when he’s feeling you around him, wanting more of that feeling so bad it’s hard to pay attention to anything else

Praise praise praise! Bokuto needs affirmation—needs you to tell him his cock is so big, feels so good inside your pussy filling you up, needs to hear how good he is and how much you want him 🤍🤍

He gives praise too but it doesn’t even register as praise to him, he just says whatever comes to mind when he’s inside you and it comes out of his mouth sounding like worship

A moaner. None of that fake shit though, Bokuto’s just naturally loud—whining and groaning and panting your name in your ear when he cums inside you. He’s not subtle and even though he’d be embarrassed if your neighbors asked him to keep it down or something, he can’t make himself care that much in the moment (honestly he kind of wants people to hear—his voice and your voice and the sound of his bed frame smacking against the wall every fraction of a second while he fucks you)

Physical contact is so important to Bokuto. He wants to smother you with his whole body on yours, feel your skin touching his in every place it possibly can because he needs to be covered in you and vice versa. He’s gonna be putting his full weight on you until you tap out and tell him “okay I love you and I need you but I also kinda need to breathe” :0

Let’s be honest Bokuto’s a sub-leaning top, no? He loves topping you, loves moving with you and changing pace and positions to get deeper but he’s also super into you telling him what you want him to do to you. Same with kinky stuff—he doesn’t really come up with it himself but if you say something like “hey um what would you think if I wore handcuffs next time” he would be soooooo into it and would not be able to focus on anything else for the foreseeable future because he’s too busy fantasizing about it

Not incredibly possessive but he has his moments. He might get a bit insecure in group settings/threesomes bc he wants to be your #1 but he would be down for a threesome with someone he really trusts (like maybe Akaashi 😳)

Kissing is a must. If you stop kissing Bokuto he’ll tell you “hey—hey, kiss me, kiss me right now, fuck, I can’t, please—please just kiss me okay?”

Cockwarming. Enough said.

favorite position: missionary or lazy doggy/lying down doggy, basically anything where he’s lying fully against you and he can feel every movement you try to make and how you’re breathing. Wants to feel your heartbeat while he’s fucking you. When he starts dating you he has a fantasy of falling asleep with his cock still inside your warm, fucked-out pussy, but he’s too embarrassed to bring it up on his own at first

kinks: praise, duh. Creampies if you’re on bc. Bokuto’s into Shibari aesthetically but he’s not good at tying the knots :< Also roleplay? esp things like you dressing up as a school teacher and him as a student >///< but all in all he’s pretty happy with vanilla sex. Intimacy and care for one another are really the only things that he considers absolutely necessary in his sex life 🤍

not into: sadism—Bokuto has a really hard time causing you pain even if it’s something you’re asking for. If you want to try S&M he’ll do his best but it will take a lot of negotiating and reassurance on your part for him to give you more than a half-hearted slap on the ass and he’ll never get super into it. See also: no-kissing sex and degradation—not his thing, never been a fan, not into it—it just ruins the vibe for him and it makes him sad. But in the end he’s a puppy dog and he will do anything for you if you ask him sincerely ♥︎

Oikawa Tooru

If “service dom” had a definition in the dictionary there would be a little picture of Oikawa next to it. He jacks off fantasizing about how good he can make you feel more often than the other way around

It’s easier that way—if for whatever reason he can’t actually fuck you for a few days, he can at least get himself off remembering how your pussy clenches and drips on his fingers when he makes you cum

Up until meeting you he was kind of a serial monogamist so he has the most serious relationship experience of anyone on this list. Even though he wishes he’d met you sooner, he’s still grateful for those experiences bc it makes him a better bf to you ❤️

and also. it makes him better at fucking you.

Oikawa knows you so well. Your reactions, the subtle changes in your expressions and the little twitches in your muscles that tell him what you’re feeling and where. You have no opportunity to hide anything or hold out from him—he can basically read your mind while he’s fucking you. So when he asks you things like “oh…you liked that, didn’t you? you got—mmh, got a little tighter baby—you want me to keep doing that?” he’s not asking because he really needs to know—of course he knows. He just wants to tease you and make you squirm

In his mind sharing is caring!! Oikawa definitely gets hard thinking about fucking you along with his friends/teammates. It’s a mixture of wanting to show you off (his perfect, sexy girlfriend, the way you moan, the way you cry, the way you feel when you cum—he should get to brag about how lucky he is to have you, right?) and wanting to give you every kind of experience and pleasure. Watching you fall apart on his cock can be even more fun when you’re trying to take someone else’s too

He’s typically very secure and doesn’t get jealous in threesomes. It helps that even though he doesn’t come off like a hard dom per se, he does prefer to take on the ‘highest’ dom role in group scenes even if it isn’t obvious at first. He likes to be in control and he gets a kick out of teaching the others how to fuck you & thus proving that no matter who’s touching you, you’re still his at the end of the day

Stroke game is immaculate. Oikawa knows your body better than you do—knows when you want it rough and fast and nasty and when you need it slow and deep. His dick has a nice curve and he knows how to use it, very good at finding your g-spot and paying extra attention to it

Likes edging you and sometimes himself too. Oikawa’s so good with your body that it really doesn’t take much to make you cum…like come on, he wants to enjoy it, doesn’t he? And you get so sensitive after you finish—it should make sense that he wants to make it last as long as possible. Oikawa could get you off anytime, easily, but he prefers to drag it out until you’re trying to touch yourself and begging him to give you that release, because it’s so much better when he does it. You look so cute like that ♡

Little bit of an oral fixation. Likes to make you suck his fingers and spit in his mouth. Likes to bite and leave hickeys and lick. “If you really love your girl there’s no part of her body you won’t put in your mouth” 100%

Making you cum is way more important to him than cumming himself. Yes, he loves the feeling of cumming all deep inside you, but he’s always going to put your orgasm first. As long as you’re with him you’re basically guaranteed multis every night

Praise but it’s condescending. Degradation but it’s affectionate. In the end, it all comes from a place of love ❤️

favorite position: anything where he can see your face and has a pretty good amount of control over the movement, like you on your back on a table or missionary with your legs on his shoulders. Likes some nice deep penetration and access to your clit, he’s all about that blended orgasm 😌

Oikawa really really wants to look at your expressions and talk to you during sex (not…conversations, but he needs to be able to tease you and make fun of you!!) so he prefers face-to-face positions. Eats pussy with you upright whenever possible, e.g. you sitting on the edge of a bed with one foot up and the other on his shoulder

kinks: Oikawa is pretty adventurous and has tried a lot of different things in the past, but what he really wants is to do all of those things with you. Favorites are the praise/degradation combo (his specialty) and light bondage along the lines of cuffs or gags (not so much full restraints unless it’s a special occasion—he likes changing position and anything too complicated makes that difficult). Oikawa has a thing for titles and would definitely appreciate being called ‘senpai’ or ‘sir’ as the mood hits you. All in all sex is supposed to be fun and playful and he wants to explore all the different ways he can make you feel good <3

not into: Oikawa is actually pretty down if you want to dom him but he’s kind of annoying as a sub so be prepared for that… Also he’s not a good candidate for angry sex/break-up sex/fight sex because he gets carried away with his emotions and has a bad habit of taking it too far with degradation/control when there are unresolved issues between the two of you :( However he’s aware of this & so he’s usually careful to keep sex off the table if his emotional state is going to make things sketchy—your comfort/safety/pleasure are his #1 priority during sex and always ♥︎

Kuroo Tetsurou

Kuroo has suuuuch a high sex drive, but it takes him by surprise when you two start dating because he’s never really felt this way about sex? Before you his sex life felt pretty boring honestly—he jacked off a few times a week to mediocre porn, passed through his occasional hookups and maybe even a few relationships, had sex that he always felt like he should enjoy more than he actually did

And then you. Jesus fucking Christ. Every time you sleep together, it’s like a revelation—so this is what it’s supposed to feel like? this is how it’s supposed to be?

It doesn’t really make sense—Kuroo was always fulfilled with his sex life and he thought he was having pretty good, even really good sex, but it’s so different with you. He wants you all the time, wants to be fucking you all the time. Even when he’s inside you it feels like he’s not close enough. It’s torture, but he loves it. He’s a grown ass man but when he’s with you he feels like a hormonal teenager

Sex is super…sensory?? for Kuroo. Like he thinks your voice is so so so sexy and your body is so so so perfect and your face is so so so cute. The way you moan makes him dizzy and when you’re away, he gets hard listening to voicemails of you saying his name on repeat—“bye Tetsurou, I love you—Tetsurou—Tetsurou—I love you—“

At this point he rarely even jacks off anymore because the real thing is just so much better.

Kuroo’s in love with your body and the way it moves. Doesn’t give a fuck if your titties/ass are little or big or whatever, he wants his hands on your skin at all times 💙 Kuroo loves sleeping in bed with you and if the two of you are spending the night together not a single second passes when he’s not petting your waist or grabbing your titties like a security blanket. Body worship is par for the course—foreplay isn’t complete if he hasn’t kissed every inch of you and given you little lovebites on your ass your chest your inner thighs…

Very very fixated on your pussy. Kuroo eats pussy like it’s his life’s calling. If he had to pick between only receiving head or only eating pussy for the rest of his life it would be sooo hard to choose—he’d agonize over the decision, stay up all night thinking about it because he loves the way you suck his cock BUT ultimately he doesn’t think he could live without the taste of your pussy. His life would always be missing something 😔

“Come sit on my face right now baby, I wanna taste you”

Honestly he’s terrible abt it bc he’s really good but he does not. let up when you cum. Maybe a few minutes in you’re already squirming and pushing your cunt up away from his face and crying because “Tetsurou Tetsurou please, I’m cumming, I—fuck!” and your pussy gets so wet and sensitive so how is he supposed to let you go when you try to pull off?

Nah nah nah, quit trying to move. He barely got a taste, and you’re think you’re going to get off easy? Kuroo’s using all that volleyball strength to lock his arms around your thighs and keep you riding his tongue until you’re squirting and squealing. So adorable, so yummy. Unless you give him the hard ‘no’ he’ll be down there for hours before he finally gives in and fucks you—nothing better than your soft, squishy wet pussy clenching around him with the aftershocks after you’ve cum so many times you couldn’t even stand up by yourself if you tried <3

favorite position: you sitting on his face and 69 are both pretty high up there. For proper fucking, Kuroo’s partial to doggy—the view is a big draw, not to mention access to your ass. Also a big fan of you bouncing in his lap with your boobs in his face

kinks: overstimulation. Kuroo’s very into teasing you so he gets off watching your bratty little protests turn into incoherent whining with his tongue pressing over your clit or his cock halfway into your guts. He’s also a bit into public sex/exhibitionism—closing the blinds and fucking you over his desk on his lunch break, petting your pussy while you try to talk on the phone, christening bathrooms and back hallways at every fancy restaurant and club he takes you to. His addiction to your body definitely manifests as a desire to record you at all times too—he wants to take videos of him fucking you, you masturbating, you crying out his name while you cum, anything he can use to get off you when he can’t have you live and in person. Whatever nudes you send him are his most prized possessions

not into: any kind of restriction/orgasm denial/edging on your part or his. His goal is to make you cum as much and as often as possible, so it feels counterintuitive to put that off. Same goes for anything under the umbrella of neglect play or staying apart from you. Also, Kuroo thinks he’d be open to sensory deprivation stuff like being restrained or being blindfolded, but in practice anything that prevents him from seeing you and touching you is a no-go. Dummy is just too obsessed ♥︎