#he's more than daddy to me...
Prompted and Beta'd by @jaskiertheflowertwink. Thanks to @cumslutciri for thotting with me and providing a few lines of the dialogue... not that she probably remembers it?
Summary: Geralt's always loved Ciri more than anyone else ever could. It's time he proves that to her, too.
CW: Dead Dove: Do not Eat, Underage, incest, vaginal sex, edging, daddy kink
The clock kept ticking on the wall in the kitchen. Every second that passed grated on Geralt’s nerves, the sound just wouldn’t stop, echoing in the otherwise silent house. It was a normal thing to clock-watch when your only daughter was on a date, that’s what Geralt told himself, but deep down he knew there was more to it than that. His relationship with Ciri went beyond a normal father-daughter bond, which he hadn’t planned when he’d first held his baby girl in his arms, but as she’d grown into a young woman, he’d hadn’t been able to resist.
Ciri had known what she’d wanted and Geralt had always been helpless against the wide emerald eyes and quivering lips of his daughter. He’d kissed her just shy of her sixteenth birthday in a lapse in judgement, but it had only made it worse. Ciri had taken to sitting around the house in little to no clothing, masturbating on the sofa in clear view, pressing close to Geralt at any opportunity.
She was pure sin and Geralt had sold his soul to the devil.
Now, two years later, she was starting to date and he fucking hated it. Jealousy raged through him, a green poison in his heart, but he had no choice but to just sit and take it. He had no claim on his daughter, just stolen kisses and the occasional tumble between the sheets. They hadn’t even fucked, only using mouths and hands the few times Geralt let himself be seduced. His cock was definitely above average and Ciri was still young. Despite everything, Geralt didn’t want to hurt his daughter.
She was his baby girl, his little swallow, his cub.
He couldn’t hurt her if he tried. Everything he did was to please her, keep her close to him, and watching her start to fly from the nest was unbearable. He’d given her everything, even ended his relationship with his boyfriend because he couldn’t risk Jaskier finding out what they were doing. Geralt groaned and buried his face in his hands.
The love of his fucking life, until Ciri. The relationship had been going so well, perfect even, and then Jaskier had suggested moving in together and Geralt had dumped him the next day.
It was Jaskier or Ciri.
And Geralt had chosen his daughter.
The bitch had repaid him by starting to date, and it was excruciating. Every tick of the clock stabbed into his heart, reminding him that he hadn’t been enough, that he would never be enough. Unless- unless he showed his daughter what she was missing? She didn’t need to date, he could be everything she wanted and more. What did these children have to offer her that he didn’t? He was more experienced and loved her more than they ever could.
The door clicked open and Geralt almost knocked his chair over in his hurry to stand up. Ciri stood in the doorway, her tight skirt barely covering her arse, and her shirt unbuttoned low enough to reveal the tease of a pretty hot pink bra. She looked like a dream come true; a nightmare… Geralt’s own personal hell.
“How was the date?” he forced out through gritted teeth, fingers digging into his sides as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Ciri scoffed, flicking her fringe from her eyes, lined with black smudges that made the emerald green seem even more startling against her pale skin. “He was an idiot.”
The green monster in Geralt’s heart cheered and his lips pulled into a smirk. “Could have told you that.”
“He wanted to fuck in the restaurant bathroom,” Ciri muttered, her greens eyes blazing as they met his gaze in a clear challenge,“which would have been fine… if he’d been able to get it up.”
This time, Geralt did growl, a low snarl that tore from his throat before he could help it. He pushed up against Ciri, pressing her back against the front door and captured her lips in a bruising kiss. She whimpered, so small and delicate underneath him, but he knew better. There was nothing innocent about his slut of a daughter. She paraded around, flaunting her body, teasing him and then acted all coy, going on dates with her peers and leaving him behind.
Geralt wouldn’t be left behind anymore.
He hummed into the kiss, nipping at her bottom lip as his hands slipped up the front of her shirt, cupping her breasts through the silky bra. Ciri moaned wantonly, leaning into him, her own hands clawing at his back, and when their lips parted, she let out a pitiful “Daddy.”
“You’re mine,” Geralt murmured against her lips, the taste of cherry gloss lingering on his tongue. “Those- those boys will never be good enough for you, sweetheart,” he let a hand roam up her thigh, pushing her legs open as he caressed the silk panties that were hiding underneath.
Soaked through and messy.
“Daddy, please,” she whined.
“I’m going to ruin you, Ciri. You’ll never want another cock or pussy in your life, and you will thank me for it.”
The moan that escaped her lips was downright sinful, and her lips parted so prettily as he ran his finger under the edge of her panties, teasing at her wet folds. She rutted against him, already begging him for more.
And more she would get.
He pulled down her underwear, letting it fall around her ankles, then coated his fingers in her slick. Catching her bottom lip between his teeth, he groaned as he slipped inside her, teasing her with just one finger before pulling away and pressing the digit to her lips. She took it eagerly into her mouth, moaning as she sucked the slick from his fingers.
“Good girl,” he murmured, delighting in the shiver his words elicited from his daughter.
Geralt had always planned to fuck her for the first time in her bed, make it so she couldn’t even go to sleep without remembering how good he felt, how good he could make her feel. His carefully laid plans were crumbling to dust. He was achingly hard and desperate to fuck his slut of a daughter right there…
Although the kitchen wasn’t as far as the bedroom.
And he’d always wanted to fuck her on top of the counters. Every morning before school he dreamed of it, Ciri’s legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her until she couldn’t remember her own name. It was the way she perched on top of the counters, insolently ignoring the table and chairs in the middle of the room, her pretty pink lips wrapped around the straw of her juice box.
With a grunt, Geralt lifted his daughter up off the floor, supporting her thighs with his hands as he carried her into the kitchen. She giggled as pressed her lips against his neck as he hoisted her up onto the counter, but he could see beneath the bravado. Ciri was nervous. A blush painted her cheeks and crept down her neck under her shirt, her hands shaking as they tried to undo the buttons on his own shirt.
Geralt chuckled, taking her hand in his, one hand still resting on the countertop next to her. His lips brushed against his cheeks, until he was able to whisper in her ear. "Do you think about me, when you think I'm asleep? Do you know I can hear you?"
Ciri whimpered, leaning into his chest and burying her face in his neck. “Daddy…” she whined.
“I know, sweetheart. You're so wet for me, aching for my cock aren’t you?”
She nodded but pulled back to look at him with wide emerald green eyes, peering through her eyelashes just like her mother had always done. Geralt smirked as he cupped her cheek, keeping her eyes on him as he nudged her legs apart with his knee, pressing between her thighs. Ciri’s skirt pushed further up her legs, revealing more of her pale skin underneath, luring Geralt in more than any other person had before.
“You have no idea what I can do to you baby girl," he murmured in her ear, keeping his voice low and gruff, just the way she liked it.
When he ran his hands up her thighs, she was already a mess. So he slipped a finger into her folds, teasing at her clit. She moaned as she arched her back, bucking against his hand to push his fingers deeper inside her. It was possibly the hottest thing Geralt had ever seen, watching his daughter fuck herself on his fingers but he wanted more, he needed more.
“Please,” she begged, baring her neck as she rocked against him, and he couldn’t help himself. his free hand reached up to wrap around her neck. Ciri gasped, her moan stuck in his throat, and for just a moment, he wanted to see how hard he could press, the bruises his fingers would leave on her skin. “Daddy…”
He swallowed as he tried to regain his composure, releasing his grip around her neck and pressing kisses where his fingers had been. “You’re just so good for daddy, sweetheart. Gonna make you feel so good,” he whispered in between kisses, “my little bitch.”
“Yes,” she whimpered, already nearing the edge of her orgasm just from his fingers, “yours, daddy, all yours.”
“I love you, baby girl,” he said, pulling his fingers out before she could cum. She whined pathetically, already so desperate and needy for him and he hadn’t even touched his cock once. “Not yet, Ciri, tonight you cum on my cock.”
Ciri’s eyes widened, dropping down to the not insignificant bulge in Geralt’s trousers. “But it’s so big…”
“You’re eighteen now, sweetheart. You can take daddy’s cock like a grownup, can’t you?” he smirked as he tilted his head. If she said no then he would find the will to stop somehow, but he knew his daughter, if she truly wanted to get fucked in some shitty restaurant bathroom then she would be even more desperate to get Geralt to fuck her.
That was why she had mentioned it in the first place. They both knew the game here.
When she spoke her voice was quiet and determined. “Yes.”
He kissed her forehead and whispered, "I'll take good care of you baby girl. We'll go nice and slow. I promise."
Then he slowly slid his fingers back into her wet folds, fighting to keep slow as he promised, but the sounds and pleas that fell from her lips didn’t help one bit. She was moaning like a bitch in heat and Geralt was only human.
She stretched so easily around his fingers, already so needy for something more but he promised to take it slow.
“Can you watch for me, sweetheart?” he asked as he thrust his fingers into her.
Ciri nodded, trying her best, but she could barely keep her eyes open, one hand gripping the counter, another groping at her own chest. She rolled her hips to push Geralt’s fingers deeper inside her again. Her body took over, and it was like she was made for Geralt, born just for him to fuck, so pretty and eager to please. This time when she was on the edge, Geralt slowed his movements and pulled his cock from his trousers. He briefly thought about the box of condoms that were in the bathroom, but Ciri had been on birth control for a few years now, and he didn’t really want to stop now to fetch them. So he pulled his fingers out, wrapping them around the tip of his cock before he pushed inside at a torturously slow pace.
Ciri whined and whimpered wordlessly, gasping as Geralt thrust into her, getting deeper with every push until finally he was fully seated inside his daughter, and even then he kept the pace slow, letting her get used to the feeling.
She felt so fucking good around him, wet and hot, hands clawing at his back as tiny little moans escaped her lips. It was a miracle that Geralt didn’t cum on the spot, already so heady with arousal.
He was fucking Ciri.
He was fucking his daughter.
It should have disgusted him, he knew that, but it was forbidden and that just so fucking hot. The idea that they could get caught. Fuck, he’d be sent to prison… he’d probably never see his daughter again.
She was his.
She would always be his.
His little sparrow, his baby girl.
Geralt let out a growl as his hips snapped forward, making Ciri cry out in a strangled moan that went straight to his dick. He was on fire, cock achingly hard as he lost all control pounding into her without restrain, ignoring her weak pleas as she could do nothing but hold on. Every gasp, every breath, every whimper had him driving harder into her, catching the sounds with his lips until hers were red and swollen.
“Fuck, daddy… more,” she panted in between kisses.
“Needy. Little. Bitch,” Geralt snarled in her ear. “So desperate for your daddy’s cock.”
“I want to cum, please… let me cum,” she begged oh so sweetly, just like Jaskier had begged him, like Yennefer never would.
“Not yet, baby girl,” Geralt instructed, not wanting the moment to end. He might never have her like this again, and he wanted to make it last.
She was sobbing into his chest, shaking as she desperately tried to stave off her orgasm, but it was no use. Ciri clawed at his back with a choked cry, her walls quivering around him as she rode through her orgasm. The sight was so obscene, that Geralt almost fell over the edge with her, instead just snarling as he muffled her moan in a kiss, biting at her lips. He was close, so close, thrusting harder into her, losing control of his movements. All he knew was the blinding pleasure he was chasing and the need to mark his daughter as his own, lest she ever stray from his arms again. Her cries were becoming soft whimpers as he felt a familiar tug at his core, his head feeling hazy and thick with his arousal, then with a grunt he came, spilling into her, still rutting into her as his own orgasm flooded through his body.
“Fuck,” Ciri whispered, sounding so perfectly wrecked, “I’m sorry, I didn’t, daddy, I tried.”
Geralt stroked a hand through her hair, burying his nose in her neck. Her perfume was cheap compared to her mother’s, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. It was Ciri. His Ciri. His babygirl, who had tried so hard to be good for him. “Hmm, you were perfect, sweetheart.”
“Perfect,” he repeated, kissing her neck, sucking bruises into the skin so she would remember all of this come morning. She’d have to wear a scarf or something to school despite the mild weather, but that satisfied something deep down in Geralt, the monster that he was becoming.
“I’ll do better,” she insisted.
And he grinned, this hadn’t been his intention when he’d asked her not to cum. He really had just wanted to make the moment last… but if she wanted to prove herself to him? He wouldn’t say no, in fact, he would encourage it. Ciri was fiercely competitive and he was not above using that to his advantage.
So the plan began to form in his head, if she was so desperate for his cock, he would make her the perfect little slut for him… and only him.
“Tomorrow,” he murmured as he pulled out of her, hungrily watching his cum drip down her thighs. “If you’re a good girl.”
Ciri’s eyes lit up, looking far too young and innocent for someone that had just been fucked within an inch of her life. “I’ll be good, daddy, I promise. I’ll be good.”
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haikyuu boys while doing ‘it’
note: spicy headcanon ahead. happy sinning SKHDHDHDHS 💀✨✨ there will be part 2 swear jdhdhd ✨✨
terushima — edges you till you’re crying out. will probably stop midway just to let you know how deep he is. that type of jerk that will let you answer an incoming call from your phone while he’s doing ‘it’ and forces you to hold a smooth conversation while he pounces on you mercilessly. his tongue piercing will come in handy especially when he’s in a mood of eating you down there.
oikawa — does ‘it’ in front of the mirror. degrades you while he does the deed. a daredevil— would be doing it everywhere he pleases. he’ll overstimulate you.
ushijima — grabs you by the jaw to look at your eyes intently and drags a low “you belong to me”
asahi — worships your body. likes to get his hair pulled.
kageyama — wouldn’t know he’s being rough but you don’t mind at all. good with his hands. into ice play but he has his own thing. ice into milk cube and will wait for it to melt and he will slowly lick it out 👅 🦋
tendou — is really good with his hands. slides one lithe finger after the another. car sex. makes fun of you. would probably laugh when you’re close to tears. his tongue is long doee... so expect cumming with just the use of his sinful tongue ;))))
daichi — he’s a dom, period. moans in your ear while pounding his hips onto the crook of your ass. slaps your ass cause he can. is that motherfucker that will go gentle and all smiley in public and then one moment you’ll hear him whisper down your ear, “I can’t wait for u to call me daddy..” 😏
yamaguchi — he’s a total softie and would constantly ask you every now and then if you’re okay. he’s into pleasuring you more than pleasuring himself. he will intertwine his hands with you cause he’s a softie. leaves small kisses on your temple while he goes in and out. might be kissing your tears away when he goes into you and taking you by surprise.
bokuto — has a praise kink. would go faster if you call him a good boy or when you compliment him. master at aftercare. feels cocky when he sees you unable to walk the next morning. eats it like it’s the only thing existing. goes rough when you ask him to slow down.
lev — ceo of picking you up so he can go into you further. awkward at first but will get the hang of it. asks you if you’re comfortable or is the current position okay? compliments at how flexible you are.
kenma — lets you go under his gaming desk to do your thing while he go on stream. moans in your ear. might be into cat ears and leash.
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Soft sex pt.1 pt.2
Tags: cuddle fucking,cockwarming, morning sex, big dick!meian, bath sex, makeup sex, praise kink, hurt/comfort, pussy job
a/n: vanilla is not something to be ashamed of, its way more common than you think, you don't need to be doing kamasutra every night to keep the spark. none of that daddy shit in this. Srry : /
i also don't proofread, i h8 reading works right after i finish them, so let me know if anything's wrong.
NO KINKY FREAKY ASS SHIT
**ONLY SOFT SEX BEYOND THIS POINT**
18+ Minors DNI
….Morning... sex. mmhmm
He could usually control his morning wood
But after being gone for so many days, finally coming home to see you, it was impossible
You woke up after you heard a few groans, feeling him rut into your back, turning over to see his face flushed and cheeks red, whether it be from getting caught or his activities
So you decide to help him as a good s/o should
But you're also tired…
So you just pull your pants off and tell him to go at it, not too rough because you had to work in the afternoon.
“Baby, you okay?” you faintly asked, turning around, eyes trying to open after hearing him make some noises. You hated when people disturbed your sleep, which you oh so loved, but your boyfriend was an exception, sometimes.
But what you didn't expect when you opened your eyes was catching him, red faced, with his hand in his boxers trying to make it stop. Looking like he was in a lot of pain, so your quick mind got on it, not wanting to see his face in any more discomfort.
“Here” you said, shuffling your back into him while pulling down your panties, setting your ass on his bulge, grinding a little to get him to hurry up. Knowing this was the only way you could take care of him.
“You sure?” he asked already putting his cock into you being needy as ever, which indeed you thought was cute in way but him stretching you out made you respond by pushing yourself even more against him, bottoming out which both of you let out some moans and curses, softly saying them as he wrapped his arms around your torso, giving you a minute before he started moving.
“S-shoyo” you quietly gasped, holding onto the pillow as he pushed himself into you trying to close your eyes and relax, slowly but restlessly, getting deeper in you with every thrust. Leaning back into him his arm now moving around your chest, angling himself to where it felt good.
His thrusts felt agonizingly slow, teasing almost, as he shoved his face into your shoulder, groaning how good you felt. “fuck, baby m’gonna cum.” he whined out. The pressure in his hips getting stronger with you clenching around him.
‘s’okay, hurry up and cum baby” you cooed, feeling him grow in you, wanting him to feel good, moving your hips back to catch his. “fuck-k” he finished, the warmness spreading into you, some dripping out onto your legs, slipping on the bed.
“You good now?” you giggled after some time, him finally sporting a smile instead of a frown. “thank you...” he shyly muttered out, turning you around to face him, wanting to see your pretty face.
“Can u wake me up at 3?” you asked, giving yourself another hour to get clean. Already being put back because you had to come in earlier today.
“Yeah cutie.” he said, putting it on his phone, you too worn out to do anything but stay still, now facing him while he snuggled into your chest, his head right under yours, finally getting the rest you deserved.
You were a sensitive little thing, loving how rough and needy he got with you.
But sometimes you needed a break, it hurting too much leaving you sore.
But you're also a fiend for him okay?
who wouldn't be?
Jumping on him every hour of the day.
So you go and straight up, atleast try to, tell him that you want him to be easier with you.
But you were also embarrassed of it, being so needy for him, also not wanting his ego to get any higher than it was, due to you basically you telling him you needed him everyday.
And he's like ok!! on it (¬‿¬)
“What wrong pretty girl, hmmm?” he asked, pulling your waist closer to him, dragging his hand on your upper thigh, fingers finding the outline of you panties under that skirt you were wearing. Him wondering why you looked so distraught just walking up to him.
“Tsumie” you said ignoring his question, bringing up your own, trying your best to get it out only for it to get caught in your throat.
“Hmm?” he responded turning all his attention on you, his gaze making you even more nervous.
“I- um... was just wondering if you could- ya know....bealittlemoregentlenexttime?” you said, muttering the last part out, hoping he understood and wouldn't inquire any further.
He paused for a minute, taking in what you just said, glad that you were comfortable enough to express your thoughts around him, pulling you closer until his face was to your chest, looking up at you with his eyes glistening due to the reflection of the lamp in them. “Right now princess?” he smirked much softer than he usually did.
“Here baby. You're gonna come with me, and i'm gonna take good care of you...real good care of you.” he said, playful traces underlying his words, getting up from his chair while picking you up with him, hands under your thighs already causing a problem. Yes you loved dom, rough atsumu but when he was sweet and gentle, that was a whole nother story, as you could prove right now.
He gently laid you on the bed, taking all your clothes off, kissing all over you until you were wet enough, before attempting to “test” you with his fingers. To which you whined in protest, wanting him in you right now, wanting to feel his warmth inside and out of you.
He positioned himself on top of you, listening to whatever you wanted, fully settling himself inside after sometime, giving you time to adjust to him. He started moving his hips back and forth, his view of you beneath him being picture perfect, as you could say them the same before leaning down into you, muttering words of praise and affection in your ears. The only sound you responded with was moans and cries, but the look in your eyes, the look of want and need, the baseline for love, told him what he wanted to hear, but it wasn't enough.
“Thank you for putting up with me, you know i love you, huh? tell me baby.” he said not rushing you wanting you to feel at ease with him “Tell me you know i love you” he finished, desperate undertones in his words, looking at you with those big sweet eyes.
“I-i know you... love- me.” you choked out, his soft thrusts still hitting you deep, knocking on your cervix, but it felt so good; being in eachothers arms, hitting all the right spots, his breath in your face entangling with yours, feeling more connected than ever. Before you knew it the two of you had finished more than once, now resting in eachothers arms, a
“You feel good baby? He asked, an airy smile plastered on his face, you trying to do the same moving closer to him so he could hear you, arms still wrapped around each other.
You loved him so much, even when he was a meanie
And he did the same, internally grateful that he was lucky enough to get someone as sweet as you.
Which is why he was making up for the argument he started earlier today.
Not meaning anything he said, just stressed and taking it out on you : ( not knowing how to apologize with words.
So he does what he knows you love, but you never ask him bc you don't want to bother him.
You loved him touching you and vice versa, but you respected his wishes and only did it when you two were alone, even holding back in private too, not wanting to bother him.
So he gives you want you want, a physical form of an apology, another way to express his feelings.
“shh..” he tenderly mumbled into your ear, the one he’d been kissing on for the past few minutes, the sloppiness of it that you loved. Your chest to his back, being completely nude with your legs spread open, one of his hands pinching your nipple while grabbing the rest of the flesh around it.
The sweat and tears adoring your face, masked in pleasure, trying your best to look up at him only to receive a kiss on the head.
“Yoomi~” you sofly cried, clinging on your hands back onto the fabric of his shirt, the one that he got back from his press conference in, the one that he came back in a bad mood, immediately taking it out on you.
His thumb played with your clit, two of his long fingers sliding in as well, leaving you more of a mess then you were already in, his voice accompanied, encouraging you to. He curled his fingers into you, not roughly but hard enough to make you feel it. Your other hand shakily grabbing onto the arm he was blessing you with.
You were such a sweetheart for him, an angel he thought. As soon as you walked in the room he could swear he saw a halo around your head, looking at you long enough to where he could bask in your beauty, but short enough to where you couldn't tell.
Sometimes he felt like he didn't deserve you, being such a bad boyfriend that can't attend to your “needs”, feeling like a dead weight on you. But the way you followed him around like a lost puppy, expressing your love for him in ways you knew he would like reassured him that you were the one.
“-omi” you moaned, legs now shaking, holding them in place with his arm, his fingers working faster while his hand was still cupping your breast squeezing it every once in a while.
“Come for me love.” he warmly mumbled into your ear, taking a break from kissing down your neck, his marks accompanying the glistening of your skin, being the prettiest sight in his eyes. You freezed up in his arms, finally letting go of his shirt, your head rolling back as far as it could. You ultimately getting the both of you dirty, your cum being now a puddle beneath you two, not having the energy to fret about it.
He lets you rest in his arms after your high, lightly resting his head on top of yours, giving it another kiss, gently holding you leaning into you before whispering a faint “Im sorry.”
This is regular occurrence for you two
Yes, he fucks the shit out of you, but lovingly < 3
You two always express your love for each other through touch, being intimate leaves to you in a daze.
But after he wins a game and sees you in the crowd so excited, a big smile appears on his face, feeling grateful to have you in his life.
He shows you how much he appreciates you
“i love you....so much” he said, dragging your clothes off, eyes following you like a needy puppy, his shirt hanging on by one of his arms still in it, the rest of him naked.
You could only giggle in response, taking off the bra yourself, seeing that he was trying his hardest too, not wanting to take any longer. “Ko, baby what about you?” you said referring to his state letting out another laugh. His hair even more messed up from taking off his hoodie faster than you've ever seen, looking like a little kid trying to dress themselves.
“baby.” you murmur, your hands landing on the sides of his face, into your space, trying to bring him back to reality for a second. “I'm always gonna be here, always... so you can take your time” you finished, seeing he finally took your suggestion as he stood up.
He took off his shirt, now being fully naked for your eyes to admire. But before you could let your hands touch his chest he grabbed them, softly pulling you into his lap, wrapping his big arms around you while letting his head rest on your shoulder.
You got the hint and relaxed as he lined himself up with you, moving his head so that he could see before pushing himself inside trying to hold back his eagerness. “feel good?” he asked thrusting in you a little, the blush covering his cheeks as he held your body closer.
“yeah...feels so good.” you faintly whined out. “...only you could make me feel this way”
His big frame melted into yours as he started moving, your words being music to his ears, his slow strokes making you feel his need. You leaned your head on his shoulder too, slightly moving your hips with his, wanting to feel him even deeper.
His hands moved to your ass and the top of your back, gripping them firmly against his soft movements, letting out moans as he felt you clench around him, the soft flesh being the only thing keeping him grounded.
“F-fuck baby” he started before you cut him off with a “shh, you can cum.” trying your best to seem stable with the way he was fucking you, bouncing on him, hitting those seep spots over and over.
You felt him release, the wetness dripping down your thighs falling onto his, hearing a few curses and moans along with it, giving you puppy dogs eyes asking if you'd let him fuck you again, and of course you couldn't say no.
He kept you in this position for the rest of the night so he could hear all the words of affection, the praise you said he deserved, moaned into his ear. The scratch marks and bruises being the only physical trace left, reminding him of the love you two shared.
“You did great bo.” you said with a smile, sitting in his lap, eyes fluttering as you feel asleep along with him. His grip on you was still tight, kissing you on the forehead, his way of letting you know how much he loved you.
Date night yayyyy
Anyways, he’s admiring how beautiful you are, thanking the gods for giving you to him
And he wants to show you how much he worships the ground you walk on, taking it nice and slow, as usual, but this time it would stay like that.
Even if he tries to be gentle with you its still gonna hurt for a min.
Poor baby :’ (
But its okay cause he’ll dote on you and coo in your ear of how good of a girl you are for taking him. : )
“Please, meian.'' you whined, grabbing onto his chest, sweaty skin linking you two together, thighs connected to his hips. Rubbing your bare self on his length, the lace panties you had on being long gone, tossed somewhere on the floor.
He couldn't keep his eyes off of you the whole night, the outfit you had on hugging you just right, the skin peeking out every so often, his hands wondering all over you to your obvious enjoyment; and on the ride home he couldn't keep his eyes off your lips. The gloss shining bright in the streetlights, your natural pout shaping your pretty little face, so innocent, reminding him of all the times you weren't.
“shhh... its okay, I got you angel. We can take it slow, okay?” he said already reading your mind, knowing how his pretty girl thinks, holding your weight making sure you didn't slide down him too fast.
He let you do whatever you wanted to your heart's content, it was always about you, he'd always go along with what you wanted, never doing anything you didn't. You wanting to ride him out of the blue, wanting to take it at your pace. He was more than happy to provide, you usually letting him do whatever he wanted to you, its only right that he returned the favor.
“You good doll?” he groaned, only the tip being in you right now, trying to accommodate his size, even though you were wet from him jumping on you the minute you walked through the door. His hungry eyes not leaving you once, picking you up while shoving his lips on your soft ones, hands raking through your clothes, his hands pulling them off till you only had your panties on.
“Ease up baby, look... “ he stated, his grip on your hips with his big warm hands making you melt into his touch, distracting you from your end goal. “m’sorry... im trying to go faster” you let out, a few tears following while you froze in place. Your mind racing with the thoughts of this not feeling good for him, only you, instant regret flooding your train of thought.
“No, no, no angel,” he started worriedly, wanting to take care of you as he should, leaning up against the bed frame now being face to face with you. “its all about you okay? don't worry doll it feels good for me too, I'm not as impatient as i seem” he said, a slight laugh accompanying him trying to lighten the mood.
“here, lemme move all the way inside you, then you can do whatever you want alright.” he somewhat asked. You nodded, holding onto his shoulders as his hands and hips moved, slowly filling you up, now trembling in his grasp. The stretch making you whine, feeling his balls against your ass, already rutting into him letting out a few moans while he leaned back, thinking you were the most precious thing he's ever seen, a slight smirk now on his face.
“Alright angel, im all yours now.”
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So we’ve talked about Dilf Deku and Dilf Shoto,, what about Dilf Katsuki,,,,,? 👀
Katsuki is a different type of dilf. <333
WARNINGS : smut, daddy kink.
He’s busy, stressed, graying beneath that mess of ash blonde atop his head—he has kids.
Don’t get it twisted, Bakugou Katsuki is a fantastic father, gives all his kids the world and a half, hosts sleepovers, lets the girls smear suspicious creams and paints all over his face, if they ask him nicely enough.
He’s amazing, but really, he owes nearly all of it to you. You’re the foundation, the key, the backbone to his chaotic little family: they take after him, you know? Of course you do. You’ve been babysitting for him nearly two years, now.
That’s why—how—you’re so good at your job.
That’s also how you end up sprawled across his lap nearly every single night once the kids are tucked away in bed. With Katsuki’s thick, calloused fingers prodding deep inside of you, exploring your untouched walls with the percision only a man of his age, his experience, could have.
You find yourself crying, weeping like a child with tears messily streaming down your face in a harsh contrast to the way you present yourself around his kids.
Once orderly, gentle, motherly. Now, Katsuki has you reduced to nothing but a puddle of tears as you thrash and squirm on his fat cock, the curve of it hitting something so deliciously foreign within your core, every cant of your hips subduing you a bit more—soon nothing but a baby. His baby.
Katsuki never lets up either, pushing you just past your limits to have you creaming all over him every single time, his thumb circling your clit devilishly as he fucks into you, slumped over pathetically onto his chest.
He likes this the best, when you’ve finally given up, when you surrender yourself to him completely in a way that screams you need him—need him to fuck you. But he waits patiently until swollen lips, smeared with drool, press into his collarbone and mumble, “Daddy, please—jus’ make me feel good.”
You really can’t keep up with Daddy, can you?
Then it hits him like a freight train, the rush of power, the kind of high he hasn’t been able to replicate since his days as Number One. You need your Daddy. Need him more than anything, at this very moment. Need him to fuck you stupid ‘cause you physically can’t do it anymore.
But that’s fine with him. In actuality, it’s more than fine. Because every time you collapse into his arms, trembling like the sweetest, most precious, little thing he’s ever held, Katsuki makes sure he takes great care of his babygirl.
When it’s all said and done, he doesn’t forget to tuck you into bed, skin now clean and dry after coating you in layer after layer of his cum. Whispers of, “Daddy’s got you,” and weightless strokes of your cheek lulling you to sleep.
Your tired voice mewling out a soft G’night, Daddy before the weight of your eyelids finally takes over.
This is his favorite part, too, because Daddy loves taking care of his babygirl. Always.
DO NOT RECOMMEND ANY OF MY WORKS ON TIKTOK.
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Me: you already have a series. People have been telling you to write part three for ages
Also me: start a new one
Ya girl done did it. I started a new series. For some reason whenever I write Peter it always ends up with the reader coming onto him and trying to seduce him lol maybe because I just see him as a gentleman idk. I'm gonna try and change that up in part two whenever I get round to it though ;)
This is short but I'm a busy girl so cut me some slack lol.
Warnings: not quite smut, but very suggestive. Sexual themes. Don't pretend to be surprised anymore you filth
"I like it when you're nice to me," I said softly, nudging Peter with my foot and smiling sweetly at him. "I mean, you're always nice, but like moments right now you know? I like it when you spend time with me,"
He tilted his head to the side, a boyish smile playfully curving his lips. "Are you drunk, Y/N?"
I gripped my glass of wine closer to me. "Only a little," I said defensively, but my giggle betrayed me when he shot me a knowing look.
"Do you know how I know?" He said gently, leaning forward as though to take the glass away from me. "The look in your eyes. You're an affectionate drunk, Y/N,"
"But you love it," I teased.
"Mhm," he agreed, nudging my hand. "Now give me that glass. If you drink anymore you'll be too far gone to talk to, and I'm enjoying tonight,"
As much as I resented giving it to him, he had found my weakness - sweet talking me. I let him have it with a sigh.
"There we go," he said, placing the practically empty glass further behind him. "Good girl,"
I felt my cheeks flushing immediately, and another nervous laugh escaped. It took more effort than usual to force my words out, either due to my slightly intoxicated state or the sudden arousal knotting in my stomach. "What did you just say?"
Peter looked confused. "Um...good girl? Yeah, I called you a good girl. Too patronising?"
"No!" I blurted, and he smiled in amusement. "I mean uh...a little,"
"Sorry. My inner big brother coming out," he seemed sincere, but he was still watching me with curiosity. "You're flushed," he sighed. "I shouldn't have let you drink,"
"Let me?" I pouted, crawling towards him, suddenly struck by how good the idea of a cuddle sounded. I wanted to be close to him. "You're not the boss of me, daddy,"
Peter seemingly choked on his own spit. "Excuse me?"
I giggled like a schoolgirl, moving closer to him and looking up at him. "What, too naughty?" I rocked my hips against him lightly, my rationale taking a backseat as I listened to what my body wanted.
"Y/N," he said in his 'let's be reasonable' voice, but I could see the fight to keep his composure in his eyes and I knew I had him. "You're drunk, okay? Let's put you to bed before you do something you'll regret,"
"Put me to bed?" I nuzzled his neck and felt him shiver. "I'd love for you to put me to bed, Peter,"
He jumped, trying to put some space between us when he felt my body sliding against his. "Y/N please..." I knew he wouldn't be able to resist me much longer, no matter how much he wanted to be a gentleman. I felt his chest heave beneath my touch, and just as I thought he was mine, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Be a good girl and do as you're told. Do it for daddy,"
I moaned. My lips parted and my core pulsed, my head nodding as I submitted completely to him. He'd played me, but it had never felt so good to lose. "Okay." I breathed. He smiled at me, visibly relieved, and lifted me to my feet.
"Let's get you to bed, then."
As soon as my head hit the pillow my eyes fell shut and blackness quickly swallowed me.
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(Not my Gif.)
Summary: Zemo gives you what he thinks you deserve. *Some TFATWS Ep. 3 Spoilers.*
Pairing: Zemo x Reader (Female)
Warnings: Smut for days baby. Dirty Talking, Possession, marking, Soft!Dom Zemo. 18+ Only.
Word Count: 4.2K
A/N: Look we all know we're walking dangerous territory, simping for a war criminal. But Sugar Daddy Zemo got me feeling some type of way and also, Daniel Brüle is hot asf. Also, I don't actually know german so pls if it's off just blame google translate, I just have an insatiable language kink and I needed the pet names more than air itself. I thought about making this a chaptered fic, but I barely had the time to write this, never mind chapters of it before he likely fucks over Sam and Bucky next episode. Anyways, enjoy!
Here’s the thing.
You knew he was dangerous. You knew his past, the EKO Scorpion kill squad and everything with the Avengers, manipulating them and breaking them up from the inside. He was smart, unpredictable. You knew there was a very real potential that you could be hurt - or worse - if you went down the road.
And maybe, in a past life that would’ve been enough to stop you. But you weren’t who you used to be. You liked playing with fire now, inviting danger and chaos rather than straying from it. You had lived in - hid in, was more accurate - Madripoor for a handful of years now. You laid low, kept yourself under the radar of the Power Broker and those who worked for him. This way, no one bothered you and you could live fragments of a normal life, Trading and bartering to make a living. But living this way, like forgotten trash on a sidewalk, got old.
Maybe that’s why when you caught his attention, you didn’t shy away from it.
It had happened so fast. You were dancing, just intoxicated enough that the rubbing of strangers' bodies against yours was not just welcomed, but encouraged. So encouraged that when a new body, tall and firm behind you, took the place of another, you didn’t hesitate to back up into the warmth. His hands gripped your hips tightly, not stopping or guiding you, just resting. Turning your head slightly to see what your new dance partner looked like, you startled a little seeing the Baron.
Helmut chuckled, a low sound you felt rather than heard, and ducked his head down to speak into your ear, “You know who I am.”
You let your body relax back into his, feeling reckless enough to bless the menacing man with your flirtations, your head falling back onto his, “I’ve heard a thing or two.”
“And yet you trust me to hold you like this,” his hands flex on your hips, just hard enough to show the strength they hold, “Like a lover.”
You grab one of his hands, leading it down to your upper thigh where your knife holster sits, never once letting his hand leave your body.
“If I didn’t want you touching me, you’d know it, Baron.”
The gust of breath you felt against the side of your neck and the large hand gripping your thigh had shivers rolling pleasantly down your spine.
“You are far too beautiful to reside in these undergrounds,” he spun you around in his grasp, allowing you to get a good look at his face, “A woman like yourself should be treated with the most expensive riches, the finest wines. She should drain a man of his earnings.”
You laughed, not expecting the words that came from his mouth nor how handsome he was, even this close, “Point me to the man who’s willing.”
He smirked at you, but there was a smugness to it. A glimmer in his eye that suggested he had the riches and the desire to give you anything you wanted. You felt like you were drowning in his gaze, lost as you were under the heat of it. He looked somewhere behind you, pulling his eyes from you to nod once at whatever, or whoever, had stolen his attention from you. When they returned to you, the heat and desire were replaced with determination.
“It is with great regret that I must leave you, for now,” He captured your hand, bringing it up to his lips, the softness of them brushing lightly against your knuckles, “I can get you out of Madripoor, give you a life you deserve. If you meet me tomorrow morning, the airstrip.”
The world felt like it froze around you. The rational part of your brain was screaming at you. You couldn’t trust him. You Shouldn’t trust him. But as you stared into his eyes you saw nothing but honesty.
“And if I don’t?” You ask, just to buy yourself some time.
His hand travels up your arm, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger securely, “I will not pressure you. I’d leave you be, but the ghost of you would haunt me, schatzi.”
And with that, he was gone. Leaving you with nothing more than your thoughts, mentally preparing how quickly you could pack your things and leaving Madripoor behind. After all, you’ve always loved taking risks.
The next few weeks were a blur. Zemo was laying low, but his form of laying low was still luxury to you. It was private jets and upscale accommodations, not to mention that he was a man of his word. He spoiled you. Within three days of being in his presence, you had acquired a whole new wardrobe. Your suitcases - also new - were filled to the brim with the fanciest and latest fashion. You had rare jewels on nearly every piece of jewelry you owned. Maybe spoiled was an understatement. You’ve only dreamed of owning riches like these.
He had picked something particular for you to wear tonight, both of you making an appearance at some sort of party with some higher-ups. It was all laid out on the king-sized bed, a little black dress of sorts. It was short and sheer in its long sleeves, the sparkles in the fabric ensured that you would shimmer under any lighting. With a simple clutch, matching jewelry and a cropped, white fur jacket to keep you warm until you got to your destination. You looked good. You felt good.
He looked just as good. Sporting an outfit similar to the one you had met him in, instead choosing a dark red turtleneck to create a stunning relation between both your outfits. Nothing had happened between the two of you yet. Aside from lingering glances and innocent touches, he had been a gentleman. The chemistry was there, for sure. You were able to joke and talk with the man, matching his wit and charm every step of the way. And he loved it.
“Best behaviour tonight, schatzi.” He had said, low in your ear as you walked towards the venue.
You had smiled back at him, the perfect picture of innocence, “Always, Baron.”
And at the time, you had fully meant it. But you found yourself craving him. He looked too good, it honestly wasn’t fair. The way that ridiculous fur jacket draped over his shoulders, fostering a powerful ambience. And you knew he was faring no better himself if by the way his eyes were glued to your curves was anything to go by.
So, you decided, maybe you shouldn’t be on your best behaviour tonight. It’s not like you were making a scene or anything that would call too much attention. You were simply letting the alcohol take over your body. Whether that meant a hand on his thigh as you listened to the conversations around you, your fingers playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck or dancing a little too scandalously when you knew he was watching. You felt confident. And when you felt confident, you felt dangerous.
By the end of the night, you were teasing yourself just as much as you were him. You were pushing your luck, hands trailing a little too close to the bulge in his slacks, enjoying the way his facial features changed briefly in shock before settling back into that infuriating unmovable stoic impression. The last straw was you bending in front of him, having ‘dropped’ something from your purse. You only had to bend so much before the dress, as short as it was, had ridden up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your panties.
In an instant, he had you standing upright, thanking whoever he had been talking to for a wonderful night, tugging your dress back down to a respectable length and steering you towards the door by the back of your neck.
“That was not best behaviour,” he growled into your ear.
You giggled, despite the tight grip on your neck, “I was just having fun.”
He had done nothing but stare at you, eyes hard with a warning that had you rethinking your actions. You had forgotten, for a moment, that this man was not just someone to give you all the pretty trinkets you wore. He was a mastermind, a criminal mastermind at that. A man most deemed dangerous enough to be locked away.
“You have been bad tonight, kleine Schlampe.” He said once he had gotten you back to his car, away from the prying eyes and ears of the party guests, “You will spend the trip back thinking of ways to make it up to me.”
The words sent heat through your core, and you did exactly as he said.
By the time he had gotten you up to your accommodations, you had thought of thousands of different scenarios that could earn you forgiveness for your recklessness. You were uncertain if his words earlier had implied sexual favours, or if a simple, genuine apology was all he was looking for. However, once he had turned to you, the room door closing behind him and his eyebrows raised expectantly, you fell to your knees in front of him like it was second nature.
He chuckles darkly at you as he peels his gloves off, tossing them gently onto a side table nearby before letting one hand brush away the hair that had fallen in your face.
“Seems you are meine kleine schlampe indeed,” You had no idea what it meant, but fuck it sounded good coming from him. His eyes were hard and dark as he stared down at you, “If this is the path you’ve chosen to apologize, so be it. But not here, you are meine schlampe not a common whore. Get up. Go to the bedroom.”
You did as he said, quickly pulling yourself up to a standing position and walking to the designated room. The bed, so far, had only been used by you. He hadn’t wanted to push or pressure you into sharing a space with him. He understood that just because you decided to join him, didn’t mean you wanted to be with him. But tonight, you had decided, you wanted to give him your everything. You wanted to show him how grateful you were for all the gifts he’d given you so far. And if you couldn’t give him luxuries, you would give him your desire.
“So,” he began, nodding in approval at the way you resume your position on the floor in front of him, “Let’s begin with the basics.” As he talked, he rolled up his sleeves, doing so with precision, “Tell me, what exactly are you apologizing for?”
He commands every drop of your attention. There’s an aura to him that you had only previously caught a glimpse of. His eyes dark and locked onto yours, never once wavering. Waiting. Calculating.
“For teasing you.”
You take a breath, shame flooding your core at the answer that sits on your tongue.
“For embarrassing you.”
There’s a pause. He cocks his head, gaze softening just a tad. He's quiet for several moments, analyzing your words. Your heart starts to beat a little faster at the extended silence, thinking you’ve done something wrong and you can’t keep up the eye contact. You duck your head, averting your gaze to his feet.
“Look at me, schatzi.” His voice is soft, but still with enough edge to make you listen.
Only once your eyes meet his again does he continue.
“That’s very sweet of you, to be concerned about my image. But make no mistake,” He steps closer to you, letting one hand cup your jaw, tilting it upwards. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, “You could never embarrass me,”
You dip your head, nipping softly at his thumb. He smiles softly at you, something glimmering in his eye, “I simply just don’t like to share what’s mine.”
Your breath leaves your body at his words and suddenly the need for him to claim you had you nearly vibrating in your skin. You watch, every muscle in your body clenched tightly, as he walks slowly over to the armchair in the corner, never once taking his eyes off you. He sits, legs parted, one arm draped off the side, the other rested so he could prop his head up.
Instantly, you make your way over to him. Once in front of him, you stand up on your knees, placing your hands on his knees and slowly sliding them up his thighs. They continue its upward motion, skimming lighting over the hardness in his pants and reaching to start on his belt. You make quick work of his belt and buttons, eagerly working his pants and briefs down. He chuckles above you.
“Mein Schatz, so eager to apologize.” He purrs, almost mockingly, hand coming down to brush the fallen hair away from your face.
Once you had him free, you took a second to admire him. Your legs clenched at the size of him. Not terribly big, but big enough to anticipate the stretch, the fullness. Your eyes flicked back up, looking up at his through your lashes, leaning in but stopping just before you could actually get your mouth on him. The hand that was previously fixing your hair was now clenched in it, messing it up again and forcing your head back suddenly to look at him properly.
“It would not be wise to tease me more than you have,” he warned.
A smirk spread across your features and you quickly realized how much you liked him like this.
However, you knew you were on thin ice already. With that in mind, as soon as his grip loosened you licked a wide stripe up his length, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him fully into your mouth. The tension his body held melted the second your tongue touched him. His mouth dropping on a soft groan. His hand stroked your hair as you sucked, encouraging the bobs of your head, not forcing but guiding. You keep your eyes trained on his face, not wanting to miss a second of experiencing him like this.
He glows in the low lamplight of the room, the shadows playing across his features delicately. You like him like this too. Reduced to a heap of gasps and moans beneath the heat of your mouth. As you suck, your hands wander, up under the fabric of his shirt, nails dragging down his sides. He hisses at the pain, but doesn’t tell you to stop.
After a few minutes of your slow torture, he decides he’s had enough. His hand tightens in your hair, his movements becoming less gentle and more demanding.
“That’s a good girl, take it all for me.”
You do as he asks, taking a breath before taking him as deep as you can. He groans at the feeling, hips shifting a few times to test you before beginning to thrust in and out of your mouth. Your jaw aches, but his eyes are on you and his thumb is tracing your bottom lip that’s stretched wide around his cock and you think for a second that you could spend eternity like this.
It’s not much longer before he pulls you off his cock, hand wrapping around his base tightly, “Apologies, schatzi. I am out of practice, and I fear I'm not quite finished with you yet.”
You laugh softly, voice rough due to your previous activity, “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” You insist, more than happy to let him finish like this. Whatever he wants.
He stops you before you can dip down again, standing up and taking you with him. For the first time, his lips are on yours. He overwhelms all your senses. His breath loud in your ears, his hands on your waist, his scent. His tongue slides against yours as he walks you forward, shedding his lower clothing as he goes. He only parts to give you an order.
As you do, he finishes undressing and it kills you that can’t see him. Just as quickly as the thought crosses your mind, it’s gone as you feel his hands at the top of your dress. He slides the zipper down, letting the fabric fall off your shoulders. You take the liberty of helping the sleeves the rest of the way down, the fabric falling down around your heels once you’ve done so. He hums behind you.
“Such beauty,” he whispers against your shoulder. His hands begin to wander, around your waist, up underneath the fabric of your bra, down to your thighs and ass. He chuckles, dragging your panties down enough that they too fall, forgotten at your feet, “I can hardly stay mad at you, liebling.”
Your head falls back onto his shoulders as he works your bra off next. You shiver, feeling bare and exposed before him. You want him more than you can express and you let your whole body fall back into his embrace, whimpering at the feeling of him, hard against the swell of your ass.
“Helmut,” you moan, one of your hands finding purchase in his hair as the other rests on one of his forearms.
“Tell me you’re mine, Schatzi. And I’ll give you anything you want.”
“I’m yours,” you say without hesitation, breathless as his hand dips between your legs, finding your clit. He hums, pleased at the arousal he finds there, “I’m yours. Only yours.”
He growls pulling his hand away from, “Lay back on the bed. I’ll be right back.”
You do as he says, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed. While you wait, you let your mind wander, listening to his rummaging somewhere in another room while your mind runs through everything you want him to do to you. At some point, your eyes must close because when you feel the bed dip, they open to see him crawling between your legs.
He’s done messing around, wasting no time before his face is buried between your thighs, hands maneuvering your legs so that they’re thrown over his shoulders, your heels crossing sweetly behind his head, no doubt scratching at his shoulders. Your breath leaves your body at the feeling of his tongue, warm and wet and fan-fucking-tastic. He alternates between dipping it in and out of your heat and flicking it against your clit. Your hand finds his hair, gripping it between your fingers and guiding his movements ever so slightly. His eyes don’t leave yours, spare for the few times he closes them to moan against you.
One of his hands move, leaving its place at your hip to sink two fingers into you. Your head falls back on a moan, back arching up when he crooks his fingers and finds your g-spot.
“Fuck,” you gasp, one hand gripping the pillow behind your head as you feel your orgasm rush towards you, “Fuck- Wait, I-”
You can’t even feel embarrassed about how easily your body has reacted to him. Before you can warn him much more, you're falling over the edge. Your thighs tensing around his head, back arching in pleasure as you ride out your high. In this moment you belong completely to him, unable to think of anything else.
“So sweet for me, liebling.” He comments, hands rubbing up and down your calves as you come down, taking a moment to unfasten your heels, letting the shoes drop to the floor before leaning back in. His lips brush against your inner thigh.
Then a bite.
“Such pretty sounds you make for me.”
And then he’s sucking harshly at the skin there, watching the shudder that rips through your sensitive body at the sensation. He doesn’t pull away until the mark is dark and flush against your skin. He continues this on the other thigh, on your ribs, your breasts and finally your neck, marking you thoroughly.
“Mine.” He growls, hot against your ear, “Mein schatz, will you let me have you?” he asks, and it’s literally all you can think about so you don’t even bother hiding the truth, the confession tumbling from your lips breathlessly.
“I’d let you do anything to me.”
He groans, capturing your lips in a deep kiss as he does so. He pulls away to grab the condom that he had put next to him on the bed and leaning back on his haunches to roll it on. You’re so impatient, nails digging into his thighs and arms, whining as you watch his hands work.
“So needy,” He comments, swallowing your moan as he finally, finally, sinks into you.
The stretch as he enters you has your head rolling back on a moan, your legs wrapping around his waist the bring him the rest of the way in. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, growling against the skin there.
“Fuck,” he groans through gritted teeth, his resolve quickly slipping at the feeling of you around his cock. And to his credit, he really tries to wait, to be good. But not seconds later he’s adjusting his grip on your hips and he’s thrusting into you with a force that makes the whole bed shake.
It’s barely been 30 seconds, but the build-up that had occurred throughout the entirety of the night had you right back on the edge, your nails clawing at his shoulders, his back, his thighs. Any purchase you could get on him, you were begging for more. You’d take anything he gave you without so much as batting an eyelash. His grip on your hips is tight and bruising, but the pain twists into a delicious pleasure that only spurs you on.
You must be speaking, babbling something back to him about how good it feels, how much you love being fucked by him because he’s laughing through a moan against your neck. He pauses for just a second, straightening up and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder before continuing to fuck you.
“That’s it Kätzchen.” He purrs, eyes moving down your body to where he enters your body, “Taking my cock so well.”
You mewl at the praise, your body arching in response to his words. Your second orgasm takes you both by surprise, having hit you like a fucking freight train when he thrusts particularly deep, hitting one of your sweet spots. You scramble for purchase on him, mouth dropped open in a near-pornographic moan that you’ll surely be embarrassed about later. But for now, all you know is pleasure.
His hips falter, stuttering as your walls tighten around him. His head falls back on a low moan, fucking you hard and slow through your release.
“Such a sweet cunt,” he gasps, “Mein Gott..”
And then he’s tangling your hands together, holding it high above your head as he pushes your thighs back, flush against your chest. He’s the one babbling now, words from God only knows what language, whispered against your skin as he chases his own release. He gives one last hard thrust and he’s done, his teeth dragging against the skin on your shoulder, moaning against you as he rides out his orgasm.
As you both come down, you stroke the back of his neck, playing with the hairs there, trying to catch your breath. After a few moments, he pulls away just enough to kiss you. There’s a lingering heat and it’s a little messy due to your shared exhaustion but it’s good.
Once you’ve both caught your breath, he removes himself from your body, taking the necessary time to deal with the condom. You watch him lazily, unable to do much other than that. You’re so tired. But there’s that ache between your legs that you love so much and you think briefly that you could go another round, if he wanted to.
He must see something in your eyes when he returns because he laughs softly, “I feel I may have my hands full with you, schatzi.” he says as he crawls back into the bed with you, covering the both of you with a blanket, the cold now biting at your skin. You know you have to get up soon enough to sort yourself out before bed, but for a moment you stay with him.
His fingers brush over your face softly, following the slope of your nose and the angle of your cheeks. There’s no real purpose to his movements, just... touching. As if convincing himself that you’re real.
“You are special, schatzi.” he says softly, “I don’t know what your plans are, but I can only hope that you choose to continue to bless me with your presence.”
This man is such an enigma to you. He carries such confidence in every aspect of his life and yet he still doubts your loyalties. There’s anxiety and pain hidden within him, you can see it in his eyes as he continues to look at you. You wonder, how much of his past weighs on his shoulders. How long before he deems himself worthy of your affection? You lean in to kiss him softly, your lips dragging slowly against him. When you pull away you keep him close, brushing your noses together.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
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Kirishima Reacting to Daddy Pet Name (G/N)
When you first said it, you expected an eye roll at best. But hey, you were super comfortable with your boyfriend and that name wasn’t a limit for him. So why not give it a shot?
Kirishima had your leg over his shoulder as he watched himself pump in and out of you, one sharp tooth digging into his lower lip. A quiet ‘mmm’ vibrated his lips as he stretched your walls with agonizing patience, sending your eyes rolling and back arching for contact.
“Be patient cutie... I wanna enjoy it,” he huffed, letting his thick cock sink all the way in and holding it deep, “you feel so good.” You whine at the fullness, god he fits so fucking well inside you.
Your pleas fell on deaf ears. Kiri was too wrapped up in the pleasures of your body to listen. You wiggle your hips in desperation, frustrated by his languid pace.
A sly smirk tugs at your features and you decide to test the waters, “Please... Daddy?”
He fucking throbbed.
“What did you just say?” crimson orbs lock you down, the fingers of one large hand digging into your thigh with enough force to indent the flesh. His primal glare sent goosebumps flashing across your skin and you weren’t quite sure what was happening yet.
It was... intimidating.
“I-I... I said,” you stammered, “P-Please... Daddy?”
He groaned low in his chest, lolling his neck to the side as he looked down at you through lusty, half-lidded eyes. Abruptly, he dropped your thigh in favor of caging you in with his powerful arms.
“So... you wanna be my little one, is that right?”
An unexpected shiver ran up your spine. Fuck. Why was that so hot?
“Hmm, maybe?” he whispered low and husky in your ear, sharp teeth dragging along the shell. “Don’t be shy... tell me what you want.”
Your fingers dug meekly into the muscles of his back, body tensing as he started a slow, steady pace inside you. Each time his cock dragged against your sweet spot your mind clouded over. Is it possible you’d wanted this all along?
“Y-Yes, I want it,” you breathe, meeting his thrusts with your hips. At this point, the heat beneath your skin was so intense you’d do whatever the fuck he wanted.
“Then say it one more time, little one.” the words felt like liquid velvet in your ear.
“S-Shit... Please fuck me, Daddy.”
He growled out a curse, cradling your head and stealing your breath with a hungry kiss. His thrusts became deeper and more deliberate, slow and sensual. When the kiss broke he locked eyes with you. You somehow felt smaller than usual, but despite his intimidating size, you’d never felt safer.
A soft whine passed through your lips and he pecked them gently. “Come on baby. Cum for daddy.”
“S-Shit~” that was it. You cried out for him, walls clenching around his thick cock as your nails dug into the muscles of his back. He growled long and low in his chest as your silky depths milked him, eyes rolling back with every delicious throb. He wrapped a hand around your throat; safe, gentle, but possessive and demanding.
“So fucking good... you’re all mine~” watching you come undone was too much for the hero. With a few rough pumps, Kirishima’s hot cum painted your walls as he held you in a knuckle-white grip.
Heavy sighs and whimpers filled the room. His forehead rested against yours and as his breathing steadied, a slow smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“That was hot.”
A violent blush spread across your face, “Y-Yeah, it was.”
“Ohhh now you’re all shy huh? Such a cutie.” he kissed you softly, bringing you with him as he rolled on his back. “Exploring new kinks with you is so fun.”
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includes: suna rintarou, miya osamu, miya atsumu
warnings: smut, use of ‘daddy’, bit of choking, bit of hair pulling
anon requested: How about our faves reaction to being called daddy the first times? Your pick?
► There’s a TikTok trend where you call your boyfriend Daddy and see their reaction
► You’re waiting for Suna to come home from practice one day, phone propped up against something on the counter and ready
► The second the door shuts, you’re jumping onto Suna and hugging him
► “Welcome home, Daddy!”
► He doesn’t even question it, just giving you a raised brow before closing the space between you, quickly and easily due to his long legs
His presence is overwhelming. How is a guy with not the greatest posture still able to pressure you into stepping back simply by walking towards you? Your back hits the wall, and you look up to see Suna towering over you, his expression mostly blank save for the small grin tugging at his lips. Just looking at him like this, when he’s staring at you as if you’re some helpless prey, has your mind racing and arousal pooling in your stomach.
He still hasn’t said anything yet, meanwhile your heart’s hammering against your ribcage. The picture of confidence you had before starts to waver.
Suddenly there’s a hand around your throat and long fingers pressing in on the sides—not hard enough for you to go lightheaded, but enough for your breath to hitch. There’s barely a second for you to realise what’s going on before Suna’s lips come crashing down on yours, nipping on your bottom lip and chuckling in that slightly condescending, very much sexy way when you moan.
The TikTok plan is completely forgotten at this point, but it doesn’t matter when Suna’s tongue tangles with yours, only breaking off the kiss once you’re basically panting.
“‘M home, baby. Were you a good girl for Daddy?”
► Osamu has a tendency to fuck you dumb whenever you’re both going at it
► Calling him Daddy is something you’d think you’d like
► But you’ve been holding back for a while because the relationship is relatively new
► As much as you love the idea of it, you don’t want to scare him off
► The title slips out before you realise it while you’re riding him
► “Nngh—you’re too big, Daddy!”
► He immediately freezes underneath you and everything comes crashing to a halt
“... What did you say?”
Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire as you sheepishly look at Osamu. “Sorry, it just kinda came out…”
Tipping your head back up since you started to look away, Osamu stares at you, his thumb running back and forth across your chin. “Say it again.”
The heartbeat in your pussy comes back to life when you hear how deep his voice has become, his words coming out rumbly and low. “Say it again.”
The grey in his eyes have almost completely disappeared from how blown out his pupils are. “... Daddy.” Compared to his tone, yours is much more meek, much quieter than when you first said it.
Did he somehow get harder? You could’ve sworn his unwavering, completely stiff erection pulsed inside you.
Confidence starting to bubble in your chest, you repeat it, clearer this time. “Daddy… Please fuck me.”
The world seems to blur as Osamu flips you, your back hitting the mattress as he pulls out his cock, dragging it through your sensitive walls, and slams it back in. Over and over he thrusts into you, hard enough that you feel like you’d go flying if not for his hand anchored on your waist. This time you don’t bother to keep it in anymore, words raining out of your mouth when his thumb rubs harsh circles into your clit.
“Daddy, daddy, oh fuck, feels so good.”
“That’s my girl,” Osamu growls, “Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”
► Both of you are in the kitchen making dinner one evening
► Atsumu had cleared the dishwasher last and put the plate you needed out of reach
► Sometimes you’re convinced he does it just so you’re forced to ask for his help, which you do again this time
► “Say please first”
► “Oh my god, ‘Tsumu, please?”
► He crosses his arms and tilts his head as if in thought, his lips upturned into a smile
► “How about ‘please, Daddy?’”
► You’re about to give it up and climb the counter to get it yourself, but you end up rolling your eyes before putting on exaggerated puppy dog eyes, batting your lashes for good measure
“Pretty please, Daddy?” Your tone is dripping with sarcasm, but Atsumu doesn’t mind, reaching up to grab the plate and place it on the counter.
“Good girl. Now wasn’t that easy?” You can hear the smirk in his voice before you see it.
“Uh huh, this is the only time you’ll hear me say it.” Atsumu grabs your wrist as you’re turning away, spinning you around to hug you close. He leans in to kiss you, stopping just short of pressing his lips against yours. If either of you moved so much as an inch, they’d be touching.
“You sure I can’t convince you to change your mind?”
Finally, Atsumu kisses you, the hand he had on the small of your back coming up to lace into your hair. The intensity of it all takes your breath away, and you’re unable to resist fisting the front of his sweater, whimpering into his mouth as he slips his tongue between your parted lips. Tugging on your hair, Atsumu exposes more of your neck where he immediately moves to trail kisses down the column, nipping at your pulse point. He laughs into your skin before lifting his head to give you a wink, taking your hand again and leading you towards the bedroom.
“C’mon, angel, I’m sure I can get you to call me Daddy again.”
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So I was out to coffee with my friend (after I ran away from class bc I was freaking out about something irrelevant) and I opened my ig to look at Dan’s story.
Just to help understand the story more, my friend is a gay guy who doesn’t know who dnp are
So I open the story and see this:
Friend *looking at my phone upside down from across the table*: twink alert, whos that?
Me: a person
Friend: is he one of the guys from your old high school?
Friend: family friend?
Friend: can I see more of him?
So I open Dan’s ig and scroll through some pictures to show him a decent one, so I show him this:
Friend: he has DSL’s
Friend: okay for real where did you meet him, can I have his ig?
Friend: *more talk about him being a twink*
Friend: wait. Kristie. Don’t tell me he’s fucking married. How fucking old is he?
Friend: bit old, but I’ve had older. How olds his husband?
Friend: I see the appeal. Daddy material
Friend: I don’t know how but he’s gayer than I am. Can I see more of his husband, I need to know my competition
Friend: shit can I fuck both of them? Think they’d mind?
Me: sure good luck
Then we went on and kept looking at more pictures, my friend showing big interest in them
Friend: how long have they been married?
Me: uh,,,,,, that’s kind of difficult to answer?
Friend: how long have they been together?
Friend: damn almost 10 years. Impressive.
Then I finally told him that they were youtubers and told him majority of their story along with the fact that they’ve lived in 3 apartments together and speak of getting a dog together. I also mentioned that besides a few old posts nearly a decade old, their sexualities are seemingly a mystery and not discussed, and the nature of their relationship isn’t discussed publicly either.
Friend: I get a vibe.
Me: a vibe?
Friend: curls (dan) is at least bi, and quiff (phil) is absolutely Gay.
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all night | knj (m)
↣ pairing: namjoon x reader
↣ genre: pwp (but a hint of plot if you squint), smut, fluff, a hint of crack
↣ word count: 3.7k
↣ warnings: light exhibitionism, copious amounts of dirty talk, late night studio sex, oral sex (m receiving), Big Dick Joon returns, dom/sub undertones, a very sexy song playing in the background
↣ song rec: all night - bts ft. juice WRLD
↣ notes: i couldn’t help it. sue me. also tagging @nambewb bc i know she wanted to see this
↣ summary: It’s getting late and Namjoon is still at the studio, which means he must be tired, which means you’ll have to pay him a visit.
A mellow beat seeps through the crevices of Namjoon’s studio door, the wooden-finished sign reading ‘Rkive’ warming up your heart and making you smile inwards. You knock, and it doesn’t take long for your boyfriend to open the door and invite you in with a smile.
You love his studio, especially now after all the renovations and with the company moving buildings. Now that Namjoon has become more comfortable with himself, he decided to make his studio kind of like a sanctuary for him. You remember how excited he was when he showed you the final result of his zen-like studio, and also remember how that same night he proceeded to christen the room by fucking you against the couch.
“So,” he begins, sitting back on his comfortable office recliner, “what brings you to my studio, baby? It’s getting late.” He looks briefly at his watch as he says it, but you already know what time it is.
“Which is exactly the reason why I’m here.” You explain, pointing at your watch and walking closer to him. “It’s almost eleven pm, and I’m willing to bet you haven’t eaten anything.”
Namjoon grins and points at the trash bin on the corner opposite you, several boxes of takeout overflowing the small bin. “I ate an hour ago, and besides, I really want to finish this before going to bed.” He motions for you to come closer and wraps his arms around you, resting his head on your soft chest. You run your fingers through his hair and you feel him turning into putty beneath you, a soft groan emanating from his lips.
“But you’re tired, aren’t you?”
“So fucking tired.” He groans into your chest as he buries his face in it, hands roaming your back, fisting the silky material of your maxi dress. He breathes deeply, inhaling your perfume, then looks up at you. “Can you stay with me until I finish? I promise it won’t take long.”
You groan. “Define long.”
“Fuck off.” You laugh, prying him off you with feigned annoyance. He whines and rolls in his chair closer, capturing you again in his arms and kissing your clothed stomach.
“In all seriousness, though, it won’t take me more than twenty minutes. And,” he turns you around, then pulls you into his lap, warm and inviting. “You can stay here and listen while I work. How does that sound?”
You snort. “Sounds like you’re talking to a four-year-old. ‘Stay here while Daddy is working’.” You mock with a childish voice. He chokes on air has to keep a grip on your shoulders to steady himself, his loud laugh reverberating across the studio. When he calms down you notice his face has turned red and his eyes wet, he breathes heavily and deeply and kisses your shoulder for good measure.
“Will you be a good girl then and keep me company?” He teases, a playful grin on his face. “I’ll let you listen.” You nod with a sweet smile.
It doesn’t take long for him to get back to work, having ditched his headphones for the speakers so you could listen to several bits he worked on. From what you hear the beat is soft but powerful, and the rich yet simple melody causes you to think about things you shouldn’t be thinking. All in all, it sounds very sexy.
“Do you like it?” Says Namjoon, lips ghosting atop the skin of your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine. He presses his hot lips to it absent-mindedly. “I know it’s not finished yet, we recorded yesterday, so it’s still very raw, I’m just tapping into production at this point.”
You nod, entranced. “You have the lyrics, right?” He hums behind you, stretching an arm and giving you an open notepad where his verse is scribbled. You scan it briefly before setting it back on his desk. “It’s cool. But I’d like to hear it first, y’ know? Seeing the lyrics before hearing the song kind of ruins it for me.” You confess.
He nods in understanding, he knows how things like that work for you, after all, it ain’t the first time he lets you listen to unfinished pieces. “It features Juice WRLD too.”
Your eyes widen, “Really?” You squeal, turning to him, excited. “Wow, now I can’t wait to hear it when it’s done.”
“Babe, this song won’t be released until next year.”
You face him, slightly offended. “So you put up this whole charade just to fool me? I feel clowned, Kim Namjoon.”
“Well,” He begins, wrapping an arm around your torso, “I might let you hear my verse if you promise not to tell anyone.” He winks, blowing a kiss for good measure.
Visibly considering it, you finally relent. “Fine, put it on.”
Namjoon smiles the moment he hits play and the first notes come on. When his deep voice starts, your eyes widen and you are transported. There is something appealing in hearing him rap in English, or just rapping in general. Your previous thoughts of the song being sexy return now with full force, you can definitely imagine riding your boyfriend to the beat he created. The last time something like this happened was the day he showed you ‘Ddaeng’ for the first time --you ended up sucking him off in his previous studio, staining the slate loveseat with ridiculous amounts of his cum (which you are pretty sure never really came off). Curse him and his ability to create fire baby-making music.
You try your best to suppress the dirty thoughts. Even though some of his songs might sound sexy, the lyrics don’t usually go down that road (though sometimes he likes to be suggestive just for the hell of it), so usually you kind of feel embarrassed, not that he has to know.
Your efforts are in vain, though, because right at the end of his verse he drops the lyrics that set you off.
We keep ridin' all night
Hold on tight, yeah
You instantly feel hot, and naughty images flood your mind as his voice leads into the chorus. You suddenly become hyper-aware that you’re sitting on his lap, with his hands resting on your clothed thighs and his head resting on your shoulder. You feel his hot breath fanning your neck and you swallow hard. The song comes to a halt and Namjoon turns your head to face him.
“What do you think?” He asks with a sparkle in his eyes, excited. You almost feel bad for thinking this way.
You decide to be honest… but to downplay the honesty a little bit. “It sounds sexy.” You admit. “But also it sounds like something you’d shoot dance to.” You laugh. “I loved it, babe, can’t imagine how great it’ll sound once it’s done.”
He nods, but then your words seem to ring an alarm in his head. “You think it sounds sexy?” He asks with a grin on his face, making you blush.
You want to slap yourself for being this dumb. “Well… Yeah, not gonna lie, it sounds pretty sexy.”
He hums. “What kind of sexy, babe?” He reaches towards your face and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“What do you mean ‘what kind of sexy’? Sexy is sexy, Joon, you can’t classify sexiness.” You ramble, already getting nervous from how he was looking at you.
“Hmm, you know what I’m talking about, Y/N.” He says, fingers lightly caressing your cheeks, giving you goosebumps. He inches closer to you until his lips are next to your ear. “Does it turn you on?”
You gulp. “Yes.”
“What were you thinking about?” He takes your lobe between his perfect teeth, lightly nipping at the skin, your panties getting wetter by the minute. You close your eyes and try to hold back a whimper.
“Y/N, I asked you a question. Answer me, baby.” He says sternly. His tongue laps at your lobe before his mouth dips into your neck, covering it in slow, sensual kisses that had your heart running a marathon.
Frankly, his lips on your skin did a good job at making you forget how to speak, yet you knew he didn’t like it when you disobeyed him, so you forced yourself to talk. “I was thinking about your cock.”
You feel his thighs beneath you tense and his lips stop working on your neck, instead, he flips you over and settles you on his lap so you are straddling him, dress hiked up your legs. He is grinning at your bushing cheeks, cupping gently your face and bringing it closer to his. “You want my cock, baby?”
You slowly nod, hands settled on his shoulders for support. The way his gaze travels up and down your figure makes a tiny sliver of courage sprout in your chest, and so you voice your thoughts, pressing your forehead against his. “The song makes me want to ride your cock while I listen to it.”
Your words seem to spur him on; he grabs a hold of your hips and presses you down to his crotch, where you can feel him getting hard quickly. You let out a small whimper and bite your lip, satisfaction written across his face from your reaction. Before you know it, his lips crash into yours hungrily, his tongue sliding into your mouth without questioning --he was in command, he always was, and you were happy to let him have it.
His hands roam under your dress and latch onto your ass cheeks, gently squeezing them while rocking your hips at his desired pace, the soft groans that escaped his mouth as he kissed you, only making you wetter.
The song came to a halt, and so did he. With a huff, he scooted past you and closer to the monitor, but before you could turn around and take a peek at what he was doing, the song was back on and he was back on you again, back to the warmth of your lips, one hand threading your hair while the other one slipped beneath your dress and toyed with the waistband of your panties.
“If you’re going to ride my cock then you gotta do this right, babe. On your knees.” He commands, a sly grin on his face as yours gets redder by the second. Yet, you dare not disobey him; not that it matters anyway, you’d lick his cock every day like a popsicle if you could.
Namjoon’s verse is blasting through the speakers as you get down and position yourself in front of his crotch, in between his clothed thighs. His dick tents his pants and you’re glad he wore those grey sweatpants you love, the outline thick and long, you’re already salivating for it.
As if reading your mind, he reaches beneath his underwear to pull his cock out for you to see. It stands on its own, long and thick and veiny, just a small bead of precum leaking from his slit. It won’t be long until he gets impatient and tries to shove it down your throat, but you want to savor this moment, the tiny hint of control he gives you when you go down on him, when you have him at your mercy. The day will come when you take full control of him, but that is not today.
He cocks his eyebrow and waits for you to scoot closer, you, ever impatient, wrap your tiny hand around his visibly aching shaft. He sighs in relief. He has a weird thing for your hands, which are a whole lot smaller than his. He says it’s because they make his dick look bigger and make you more adorable, but you digress.
You take a tentative lick from base to tip and his big hand makes way to your hair already. He likes it, that’s the sign. So you open wide and take him in halfway, your hand covering the rest, slowly pumping him as you suck diligently, tongue swirling around his red tip.
Namjoon lets out a soft hum and slowly throws his head back as you keep on sucking. This blissful image is what keeps you going, bobbing your head up and down, occasionally taking him as far as you can go. His dick is so big your mouth feels stuffed as soon as you take him in, your pussy getting wetter the more you think about him.
It is when you start leaving kisses along his shaft not long after, going for his balls, that he stops you with a soft tap on your cheek. “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” He says with a groan. “Come here.” He beckons, hand patting his lap.
You hastily stand up and straddle him again, mouths connecting quickly like magnets, his hand cupping your face with adoration in his eyes. Now that his dick is freed it disappears beneath your dress, coming into contact with your clothed pussy, dripping wet. You roughly grind on him in a desperate search for some kind of friction, and he moans into your mouth as he presses you closer to him.
“Fuck,” he curses, lips plump and pink and swollen, “I didn’t know you had it in you, baby girl. So desperate for my cock, huh?” He mouths into your neck, tracing the skin with his lips and leaving small bites.
You relish in the attention he’s giving you. “Yes, Joonie.” You moan, fingers caressing the small hairs at the nape of his neck. He gets goosebumps from it. “I want your cock so bad.” You whine when his fingers disappear under your dress and inside your drenched panties, a low groan coming from him when he feels just how wet you are for him.
“Joonie, please fuck me already.” You whine, desperate.
“I can take it,” You plead. “Please, I just want to feel you.”
He sighs, tugging your cotton panties to the side and grabbing his dick, rubbing against the wetness of your lips as your foreheads pressed together, you whine and beg him not to tease you further until he relents and you finally sink slowly onto his thick length. He hisses and grips your hips tightly, your ears barely picking up the moment when the song ends and begins not five seconds later. The opening of the song encourages you to sink further until he finally bottoms out, the stretch burning you so, so deliciously, driving you insane with want.
With his hands on your hips and your grip on his shoulder, you move tentatively to force a sound out of him, but it only serves to make him hold you tighter and press you closer to him. That’s how he always wants you, pressed onto him without much space to breathe, so close together your bodies melt with sweat and merge into one.
His verse starts and you slowly lift your hips, taking him out, before quickly falling on him again. It hits you deep, and you can see that he likes it, too, so you do it again, and then again, and again, until you’re bouncing on his dick and the recliner beneath you starts squeaking. Your eyes are screwed shut as you focus on the fullness of him inside you. He lets out a low moan each time you sink back down on him, hot breath hitting your neck.
“Babe…” He moans, yet you still keep going, eyes closed, nails digging into his clothed shoulders. You feel his lips ghosting on your neck until he softly bites as his hips buckle underneath you. You let out a moan, drowned by the loud music coming from his speakers. It’s a good thing his studio is soundproof, someone else might listen.
His hands bring your hips to a halt for a moment, “Babe,” he repeats, eyes droopy and breath ragged, a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead and neck, you eye him with curiosity. “Follow the beat.” He commands as his hands guide you. Your hips move in tandem with the beat of the song, grinding on him deliciously, the friction hitting just right where you need it.
The song stops and starts again, but you don’t falter, relishing on the slow rhythm, on how his hands now rest on the curve of your ass, lightly gripping, a tether to reality as you ride him to oblivion. You can see it in his eyes how much he enjoys it, how much he enjoys you. Taking you in his studio gives him a sense of power like no other --the way he screws his eyes shut and bites his lips as you move on top of him says enough.
“Fuck, baby I’m gonna cum. Shit.” He pants, throwing his head back. “You’re doing so good, princess --fuck.”
His words encourage you to ride him harder, fingers tangled in his hair, his hard cock hitting the right spot inside you. You want to cum with him, you really do, but all you can seem to focus on, right now, is the way he furrows his brow with every drag of your hips, how he can’t be able to form a coherent thought when he’s inside you, how he seems to lose it every time you ride him, how that marvelous cock of his drags the most sinful sounds out of your mouth.
His nails dig into the skin of your ass (you are pretty sure the crescent moon-like indentations will still show up tomorrow morning, but you are damn sure it will be worth all this trouble), the pace you keep steady, he appears to snap out of his reverie and stare at you with hooded eyes --the same stare that drives you wild when he performs. “Are you close?” He asks with a whisper, lips almost trembling. You slow down a bit and grind on him, the friction on your clit bringing you closer to climax, but not close enough.
You shake your head. “I don’t mind, I want you to cum for me.” You confess, pecking his cheek lovingly. He shivers at the touch of your lips.
He chuckles. “What if I told you I want you to cum with me?” You gulp when he delivers a very wet kiss to the crook of your neck, a hand slipping in between your bodies. When his dexterous finger grazes your touch-starved clit, you can’t help but arch your back and press onto him, goosebumps appearing on your skin with just a mere touch. You whine as he rubs the bundle of nerves with such dedication you are rendered immobile. It doesn’t help to hear him hissing as you involuntarily clench under his touch.
“I didn’t tell you to stop, princess.” He states, the hand that still cups your ass gives you a sharp slap, and you’re snapped from your trance. As the song loops back to the beginning, you find your pace once again, only this time, Namjoon keeps bucking his hips onto you in a desperate search for both of your climaxes. “You’re so fucking filthy, baby, coming into my studio just to ride me, huh? Ah, shit, fuckfuckfuck-”
“Joonie... “ You whine, your brain only serves to keep your hips moving at this point. Your head is dizzy and finding the right words to voice your not-so-coherent thoughts proves difficult. He’s fucking you dumb. “Gon’ cum- AH!” You scream.
“Are you gonna come with me, babe?” He mutters, pressing your foreheads together as his orgasm creeps closer. “Gonna let me fill you up?”
You barely nod, the only sounds that leave your mouth are soft, high-pitched moans, that only make him thrust farther up into you. Your fingers never leave his silky hair, and a sharp tug on it as you clamp down on him in pleasure is what ultimately makes Namjoon spill his load inside you, the most filthy, sinful of noises leaving those plush lips of his. The sound of his voice as the song draws to a close once again becomes your undoing. No sound comes from your mouth, though, but you feel everything. You feel his hot semen coating your walls, you feel his warm hands on you, your bodies sweating, his heavy breathing, your heavy breathing.
Spent, your head falls on his shoulder as you try to regain lucidity and sanity. You’ve never orgasmed this hard before. Now I see why Namjoon likes to fuck in the studio often, is the first coherent thought that crosses your mind. I should make a cast of his dick for when he isn’t around, is the second. The studio is filled with silence, now that the song is not playing, and you can hear him more clearly now.
“Fuck, I love you.” He laughs as he wraps you in a comfortable embrace. You barely mutter the sentiment back. “Your legs must hurt.” You nod, now registering the ache.
“Wanna go home.” You say softly. “M’ tired.”
“Yeah, but for that to happen I have to get you off of me.”
“You can carry me.”
“I’ll carry you, but I have to get us presentable enough to get out of the building.” He says with a laugh until he freezes. “Fuck, I’m willing to bet someone heard us.”
The sentence makes you weakly lift your head. “Nah, I don’t think so.” You peck his lips affectionately.
“YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!” Yoongi’s voice filters through the door as he bangs his fists on it, as if on cue. “HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU SO LOUD? THE WALLS ARE SOUNDPROOF FOR FUCK’S SAKE!”
You feel his laugh reverberating through his chest, and you can’t help but laugh as well. “That’s it, I’m self-banning myself from this studio.” You joke, pressing butterfly kisses on his sweaty neck.
“Noooo, who’s gonna inspire me to write awesome baby-making music now?” He whines clutching you tighter against him.
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" ACCIDENTAL SLIME FATHERS (ANEMO VER.) "
━━ ☆ INCLUDES: xiao, venti, aether
━━ ☆ SUMMARY: thoughts on how the anemo boys would react to a slime being attached to you.
━━ ☆ WARNINGS: none
━━ ☆ REQUESTED: @fatisangraysama
it was a good day in liyue. the sun was warm but not too hot to burn and the skies were a clear blue with no signs of rain coming anytime soon.
it was a rare opportunity so you decided to take a stroll in the forest.
after a few hours of berry picking, you stopped for a quick rest by the roots of a big and archaic tree.
unbeknownst to you, there was a certain slime floating right over your head.
and while you didn't notice the foreign presence, someone else did.
you shrieked as xiao plunged right beside you, eyes dripping with strength and malice.
while diluc wanted to kill the slime, xiao wanted to decimate it.
he wasted no time and ran after the slime who bounced away in panic.
'you almost died. twice.' was all that ran in your head.
that is until the slime whimpered, effectively attacking your soft heart.
with a hesitant smile, you mumbled his name and xiao turns his attention to you.
were you hurt? did you need anything? should he race back to wangshu inn?
no, it was worse than that.
you wanted to keep... a slime? xiao briefly wondered if he accidentally hit you in the head or something.
good luck convincing him.
i'm not entirely sure how you'll manage to do that because xiao was looking at you very strangely.
"come on, please? i'll ignore the fact that you were practically stalking me when we agreed that you wouldn't do that."
it was a silence worth an hour at the very least. just as you were about to give up, xiao sighed and turned around.
"...tsk. you mortals and your odd behaviors."
so now you have a slime child!
all was good in paradise.
...except xiao did not like the idea of playing daddy.
he would glare at the slime and prod at it when you mentioned some out-of-the-ordinary thing it did.
and god forbid you spend more time with the slime than with him. he just might snap.
like that one time you were gushing over the slime because it cuddled into you out of nowhere.
he waited until you left to get a drink before he stared at the slime. after a while, he reached out to tentatively pinch it which prompted an odd (in his opinion) sound from it.
it was like a more durable jelly and it's very, very strange. it's a little cold though and for some reason, playing around with it felt satisfying.
not like xiao would admit to it. he heard you climbing up the stairs and immediately withdrew his hands much to the slime's complaints.
after that encounter, you notice the slime's inclination to xiao.
like that one moment when you were fixing yourself a snack and when you turned around, it was gone. you intended to ask xiao for help but instead, you found the slime next to xiao just purring at him with puppy eyes despite the adeptus' pointed attempts to ignore its presence.
one time, xiao was out and about, exorcising grudges and demons and all that fancy stuff.
in the middle of the fight, he spots the slime in the corner making heart eyes at him.
the way his heart dropped—
he swiftly finishes the one he's battling and speeds to reach the slime.
he grips it very unceremoniously but you can excuse his attitude because he's literally in the middle of a battle that could end with the both of them dead.
so now, there's xiao battling cursed subjects with one hand because the other is too occupied carrying the slime.
after a while, he got enough room to breathe and he places the slime up on a tree.
"stay," he says firmly as he pointed a finger at the slime. it was as if he was a father scolding a child.
in a way he was. trace amounts of disbelief and disappointment were in his tone but he wasn't angry.
he cleans up the rest of his enemies as quickly as possible and he brings the slime back to you.
you promptly began scolding it and the slime had the audacity to whine.
meanwhile, xiao was just crossing his arms in the background, watching the scene unfold.
even he had to admit that it was pretty cute.
later that night, you asked xiao to bring it along with him sometimes so it wouldn't have to sneak around.
xiao surprisingly agreed.
since they're around each other more often now, the slime slowly began carving itself a spot in his heart.
little taps of affection, not quite close to petting, just fingers lingering long enough for three quick pats.
sometimes, you'll be on your way back to wangshu inn and you'll spot them side by side, waiting for you.
even rarer, you'll wake up around midnight to see both the slime and xiao missing but the soft sound of a flute being blown calms you down.
he'll never confess to it but if anything happens to the slime, he'll go out on his way to exterminate whoever did it.
it doesn't matter if it's a shrub or a treasure hoarder. they're done for.
to sum it up, a very protective dad who pretends he doesn't care but is always keeping an eye on it. 10/10
another one that started with a leisure walk.
it was pretty windy outside and you wondered if venti was playing some tricks on you.
in retaliation, you hummed one of the songs he made.
it never fails to fluster him, immediately rushing to you and begging for you to sing more.
much to your surprise, he didn't come this time so that means it wasn't him.
someone else did come though.
enter: an adorable anemo slime who had its eyes closed as it listened to the song.
when you hesitated, wondering if its out to kill you, the slime mewled.
you stared at each other for a while before you began singing again.
the slime went back to closing its eyes, bouncing a little to the beat of the music.
you grinned, moving to sit beside it much to its delight.
for a while, you just stayed there, humming and singing while the slime attempted to 'dance' beside you.
it was nice. the slime summoned gentle brushes of wind every time it gets to the part of the song it really likes.
it was around afternoon when venti arrived, beaming and very excited.
if he was a dog, his tail would be wagging very enthusiastically.
he called out your name, halting in his steps when he noticed the slime.
after a few seconds of confusion, he shakes it off and continues to run to you with an unshakeable smile.
"sing more! sing more!" the slime purred in agreement at venti's comment.
now you have two needy babies.
venti wasn't too concerned because, for some reason, the wind and energy that surrounded the slime were very far from being malevolent. in fact, they don't even belong on the same scale.
he's certain that it wouldn't harm you and even if it did, he's just right there ready to say adios.
to be honest, venti really didn't care much for the slime.
he's still the nonsensical bard you have come to know and love.
if there's one thing that changed though, it's that he became clingier. just a little though.
if you had the slime on your lap, he'd whine and childishly say that 'he better be next'.
once again for emphasis, you had two needy babies.
things took a turn when venti was out on a date with you, the slime tagging along because who knows what would happen if you left it alone.
venti took it up as his job to make sure the wind was at its gentlest.
when suddenly, the slime began bouncing up and down excitedly as if meaning to tell you something.
it took a little while but venti finally gets it. he chuckles, a mischievous smile lifting his cheeks.
you had no idea what they were planning but you knew. you just knew that it was not going to be good.
and it wasn't.
because the next thing you know, the slime propels venti in the air.
"venti, that's illegal—"
oh boy. they did it many, many times after that. sometimes venti would be gliding and he'll ask the slime to make currents and whatnot.
seriously, you had two children. where did you sign up for this? is there a refund policy?
nearly revoked licenses aside, you notice the slime bumping itself on a tree.
you hurriedly came to stop it, wondering what the actual hell was happening.
but then, you realize that it wasn't just any other tree. it was an apple tree. your slime baby wanted to get some apples for its daddy :')
you quickly called venti over and explained what happened.
when i say venti squealed i actually meant he made a very high-pitched sound and tugged the slime close to him, nuzzling his face into the cool exterior of the slime.
"who's my good baby? that's right~ you are!"
he takes the father role very seriously after that.
slimes don't really need to eat but venti would blow the wind a little stronger to calm the restless elemental energy inside it.
he'll call it his little kiddo's breaktime and he's very precise on the time it happens. once in the morning around six, once in the afternoon around four, and once in the evening around seven.
cuddles. many, many cuddles. you're forced into being the big spoon because venti is too busy being the big spoon to the slime.
since the slime clearly loves his tunes, he'll whip out his lyre the moment it makes this certain sound that you both now knew to be the signal it gives when it wants to listen to some music.
i bet my life savings that venti made a song dedicated to this slime.
it quickly became the slime's favorite song and it's a must for venti or you to sing it before you all fall asleep.
overall, a fun and lively family that you wouldn't exchange for anything in this world. 10/10
this one's a little different.
you joined aether and paimon on their journey across the seven nations.
one night, you were camping around mondstadt for virtually no good reason when you suddenly felt the urge to wash up.
after telling aether, you walked to the small lake to do what needs to be done.
all was well. the water was cool against your skin and the moon gave the world around you a mystical silver glow that made everything prettier.
after a few minutes, you began drying yourself up when a sudden gust of wind made a shriek escape from you.
lo and behold, a slime was looking at you with intrigue.
your mind told you to find something to defend yourself with but your heart told you otherwise.
you've been hit by anemo slimes before and they were never that gentle.
it was almost as if it was helping you dry up.
so you hesitantly asked if it could help you dry your hair and it made a sound of agreement.
meanwhile, aether was panicked.
what the hell was that?
were you in trouble? is that why you screamed?
with his sword at the ready, he ran as fast as he could to the lake you told him you'd be going to.
he expected a ruin guard, a mitachurl, or maybe even an abyss mage.
not... not this.
not you talking animatedly to a slime about your likes and dislikes while tossing your hair around.
and certainly not a slime blowing wind to your face as it made enthusiastic sounds at whatever you were telling it.
aether really couldn't believe he lost ten years of his life worrying over this. he accidentally dropped his sword which made a loud clang permeate the air.
he watched as you two jumped, one much higher than the other.
"aether! you scared it!" you were scolding him?
genuinely, what is happening?
you recounted the events to aether who listened patiently, curious eyes lingering on the slime who was shying away from his gaze. that pulled a boyish chuckle out of him.
"so? what do you think? can we keep him? not as paimon's spare food though!"
"well... it'll be a pain to drag her off the slime but sure i guess?"
aether always found slimes cute. he almost felt guilty killing them for materials.
they weren't a common sight in the worlds he's been in.
which was why it was surprisingly easy to get him to agree.
the next problem was the slime's shyness.
it could communicate well enough when it's with you but when aether comes, it instantly hides behind your legs, peeking before immediately pulling back when their eyes meet.
aether is confused, maybe a little dejected.
but he's a determined young man and he would and could get the slime to like him.
'maybe it senses the... remains of its kin on my sword?' aether thought as he eyed the enormous pile of slime condensate on his bag.
he cutbacks the slime extermination days after that, asking his fellow adventurers instead if he desperately needed some.
you couldn't forget the little victory dance he did when the slime allowed him to touch it for the first time.
the next thing he does is sit paimon down and lowkey threatened her to withhold her insatiable appetite if she doesn't want to be tomorrow’s roasted dinner.
paimon wouldn't dare approach the slime for the next few weeks.
she'll later come to befriend it though and sometimes, paimon could be seen on top of the slime's 'head' as they bounced around together.
going back to aether.
similar to venti, aether would use his anemo powers to blow gentle winds. the slime appreciates this a lot and so do you.
when the slime becomes more open around him, he invites the slime to little trips.
sightseeing over cliffs, running around fields, and all that pretty stuff. he's done it all with the slime.
during summers, you'd cuddle up to his side while the slime fans you with its abilities.
aether would reward it with loads of squishes and pats.
one time, the slime goes missing and aether almost had a heart attack.
after calming him down, he proceeds to search the entirety of mondstadt. all of it. no stone was unturned.
you find it in a hilichurl camp being bullied by pyro slimes.
aether was smiling. very terrifying.
he sweetly tells you to hold your baby and cover its eyes.
suffice to say, things did not go well for its distant relatives.
ever since then, aether would not pull back on his affection.
he'll cuddle it while walking, let it rest on his head when he's reading the commission board, and stuff like that.
when he needs to go to battle, he'll softly lay them somewhere safe where he tells them to be good. if the slime purrs at him, he'll laugh and place a chaste kiss on top of its 'head'.
"i'll be back soon okay? just stay there. oh! and don't forget to close your eyes."
'no violence in this house', said aether as he demolishes yet another fatui camp.
very gentle but can be firm if needed. will not hesitate to send a rabid 'self-proclaimed sibling' paimon to anyone who does so much as grimace at the slime. 10/10
━━ ☆ NOTES: ahhh thank you so much for requesting and i’m sorry if it’s late. i think i lost track of this one because i tend to focus on the ones in my inbox. anyway, i hope you liked it!
━━ ☆ SIMILAR WORKS: slime fathers masterlist
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hiii ains can i request hq boys reacting to you saying 'daddy chill' when they are frustrated with something thank youuuu
HAIKYUU BOYS REACTIONS TO YOU SAYING “DADDY CHILL” WHEN THEYRE FRUSTRATED
characters — timeskip!miya atsumu, miya osamu, suna rintarō, iwaizumi hajime, sakusa kiyoomi
a/n — warning ⚠️ 16+ suggestive + use of the word “daddy.” i looove this omg, enjoy !!! <3
☾ ATSUMU had a rough practice as he slammed the door to your apartment, the tension in his shoulders still dropping slightly when you come into view wondering what the noise was. “angel i—“ “daddy, chill.” he gapes at you for a few seconds before he’s on you, barely giving you time to speak as he cages you against the nearest wall, his lips sloppily moving with yours as his tongue dips in to slide against your own. he groans into the kiss, hand sliding under your shirt to trace up your spine before he pulls away with a smirk, swollen lips and messy hair from your fingers moments ago “tough practice, baby. ya gonna be good and help daddy let off some steam? hmm? yer always so fuckin’ good for me.” dragging out the nickname youd used earlier as he narrows his eyes at you, pulling you in for another kiss.
☾ OSAMU groaned as he took off his cap, slamming it down on the counter as he tried to think of a new onigiri recipe. a sigh falling from his lips when he feels your arms wrap around him from behind “daddy chill.” you wear you hear him growl, his arm reaching back to pull you infront of him before his hands are grabbing the back of your thighs, lifting you onto the counter only to pin you against it with his own body after. one of his hands holding your hips tight against his own as the other rests on the back of your neck “shit, sweetheart. ya tryna rile me up more? it won’t end well for ya, thought daddy taught ya better than ta tease him.” his lips moving to place open mouthed kisses against your neck, chuckling when he feels your breathing hitch.
☾ SUNA signed as he slumped down on the couch, stretching his arms over his head before another sigh fell from his lips. “daddy chill.” his head snaps forward when he hears you, smirking as you walk towards him with a glint of something else in your eyes. your next words are cut off by a shriek when he grabs you by your waist, almost dragging you onto his thigh as you straddle the muscle, gripping his shoulders for balance, only to see his eyes narrow, his own smirk on his lips when his hand traces up your chest and neck, tapping on your jawline gently before he leans in, his lips ghosting yours “daddy’s had a rough day, pretty baby. so behave, i’m not in the mood for teasing, brat.” but his eyebrow raises menacingly as if to say try me.
☾ IWAIZUMI ran a heavy hand down his face as he tried to keep his eyes open. dropping his gym bag at the door with a groan, a natural frown on his face when he feels the aches in his muscles after shedding the extra weight “fuck.” “daddy chill, so grumpy.” he hadn’t realised you’d been walking towards him, a slight skip in your step as his eyes darken at your words. you stop just in front of him, your lips parting when you immediately feel him grip your jawline, still a little gently as he brings you closer, staring down at you like he’s a man starved. “oh yeah? how about you help with that, doll.” his frown remaining as his free band grabs at your ass, pulling you flush against him “be good for daddy.”
☾ SAKUSA sighed as he took off his mask when he came through the door, a throbbing headache after a long and loud practice with the rest of the msby team, pinching between his brows. “welcome home, omi.” he winces slightly at your voice, not expecting it as you approach him “daddy chill.” his head snaps up from where it was hidden behind his hand, lips parted and eyebrows furrowed as he stares at you “what did you just say?” “no—“ “oh no, sweetheart. use your words, i’ve taught you to behave better than that.” his steps are heavy as he approaches you, one of his hands tapping on your hip before he leans his face closer to yours “you heard me, brat. say it again.”
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— face sitting ( shiratorizawa hcs )
includes : ushijima w., tendou s., semi e., reon o., and goshiki t.
req : Wow um..... please more face sitting??? This time with some of the Shiratorizawa guys? Whichever ones you want to write
jj’s note : pspsps enjoy <333
WARNINGS : 18+ content, dumbification & degradation (tendou), heavy subspace (semi), daddy dom (reon), praise (goshiki)
Ushijima is described as strong, powerful, unstoppable and has been for the longest time. But honestly? He’s never felt more superior than the times where you sat on his face like it was your throne
You pout, say “but what if I hurt you?” and the look on his face makes you feel absolutely stupid, thighs shaking as you rest your palms on them because you’re so so so nervous
“Have you seen me?” He taunts you, yanking you forward and handling you like a plush doll. Soon, your panties-covered pussy is hovering over his mouth and god, is he ready to taste you. “You’re easy work for me, love.”
You can’t deny that his words don’t make your heart flutter, because they do of course but his breath hits your cunt for just a second and your back is already arching
“You, hah, you proved your point yknow.” It was meant to come out as matter-of-factly, but the statement sounded more like a whine, and Ushijima took this as his signal to start what he’s been waiting for
Small kisses were placed on your clothed clit, sweet and delicate, you felt as if he was treating you like glass
A thick finger pushed your panties to the side, he chuckled at the string of wetness connecting the cotton and your pussy but you didn’t think any of it
“All of this for me?” He murmurs, lips brushing against the lips of your cunt and even that slight contact has your toes curling, stomach fluttering with butterflies
“Mhm,” a hand reaches down to play with his hair. As soon as you ran your fingers through the thick locks, he began sucking your clit and you couldn’t stop yourself from locking up and pulling
He was persistent, and even if he felt as though he was tired and ready to tap out, he wouldn’t dare to stop until you’ve came at least three times all over his face
Your thighs convulsed around him as he lapped at your clit, you could only imagine how red it was right now. “Toshi, Toshi I love you so much, Toshi!”
His palms pressed you down further, harder on his tongue, and you whimpered as he indulged in your slick
It could make you cry, he was always so good to you, he always let you use his body for your own pleasure and you were quick to reciprocate and take the brutal facefucking that you were bound to get after this
Satori was downright cruel when it came to eating you out, he was a tease and oh so good at making you feel embarrassed the entire time
He knew it got you off, feeling all of that shame. It made your pussy twitch on his tongue when he’d remind you how much of a whore you are for him
It all started with a hand on your thigh, long and slender fingers dancing on your skin and sending blood straight to your needy pussy. Goosebumps formed under his touch and he couldn’t hold back a snicker
“You’re so easy,” he sang to you, his words were hurtful yet they sounded so pretty when he said them
It wasn’t like you were wrong, your legs were already spreading for him yet this time he didn’t seem too thrilled about just fingering you. No, he was hungrier than that
So, you were hesitant, but you crawled over his face like he motioned for you to. Your weight rested in your thighs, shaky as you avoided actually sitting on him
“You won’t break me,” his red eyes stare up at you before yanking you forward and slamming you down entirely. His nose bumped into your clit and you let out a soft moan, one that you were sure he was about to tease you for
He surprised you, though. Always has, always will, and didn’t say a word as his tongue flicked your little bud back and forth in a harsh manner. “Y-you can’t just-”
You had so much to say, so much to protest against, but he truly left you speechless with the way his tongue worked against you. You were reminded how vulnerable for him you were when he stopped, asking you what you were gonna say
What were you gonna say? .... you lost your train of thought. Your chest was heaving, you found yourself unable to answer him
“Dumb little bitch can’t even remember what the fuck she was gonna say, hm?”
“You’re so mean to me, Tori,” your thighs convulsed as he coated your pussy with his spit, ready to taste you some more
“I know baby, mean it out of love, I promise.” He slapped your thigh harshly just to watch you jump before making you cum again
Control. Semi loved control, it was a craving that was hard for him to explain, he was a smart guy so he could explain anything in the world except for this.
You trust him so much, maybe that’s why he’s so obsessed with you. You put all of your faith in him, you treat him like the blessing he is and it kind of scared him how safe he made you feel
“I’ll ask you again,” he looked into your eyes, admiring the hazy look they returned back, you could practically see pink and red hearts in your pupils as you stared. “D’ you want to sit on my face now? To return the favor, pretty baby?”
Your throat was hoarse from taking his cock in it, you felt the cool air clash with the dry tears on your cheeks and it made you shiver. “Yes,” your hands clung to his, pussy pulsing softly as his thumb caressed your knuckle. He was so gentle, it was endearing.
“Hop up, then, okay?” Your stinging eyes watched as he laid back, he looked so so good. You took a minute to stare, to admire, to drink in his beauty and it just seemed so impossible to be that pretty and-
“You’re spacing out again, puppy.”
Huh? Oh, yeah. You made your way to him, crawling slowly and kissing up his neck once you reached it. He hummed, and you were just so happy to make him happy. You stopped once your soaked cunt lined up with his mouth, shuddering once his hot tongue met you halfway
“S-s-semi,” you struggled to let out, body so weak, body so fucking tired that you could barely move even though your mind was screaming at you to grind against his movements
He heard your wishes, as if he could read your mind. His arms hooked around your legs before dragging your pussy against his tongue, sliding you back and forth fast, your brain couldn’t keep up with it all
Your head lolled back, saliva dripping down your body as your own tongue laid flat against your chin. He fucked into you gently, smirking against you when your body almost fell entirely back onto him
“Gonna be a good little puppy and cum?” He urged you on, slipping you further and deeper into your own head
Eita. The whole world was Eita, he was your purpose for life. All of this was Eita. You decided this as your body shook, your orgasm rocking your core
“Look at that,” he stared up at you, watching you sway, pride swelling in his chest as your eyes rolled back and failed to come back down. “You did so well.”
Face sitting, the activity where Reon thrived in doing his best for you, where he took the opportunity in his hands and made you fall in love all over again
It was gentle kissing, a small make out session as your way of saying congrats after his team won like they always do
It’s never just kissing, though. It’s ass grabbing, it’s hands in hair, it’s his leg in between yours so you can get your greedy pussy off as you whimper in his mouth
“Can’t you wait, babydoll?” He stroked your blushing face, your breath ragged as you shook your head fast. You couldn’t, your cunt throbbed for him. You needed him to help you.
It was settled after you gave him those bedroom eyes, the ones where you peer up at him through your lashes, just begging begging begging for him to pound you
But? You couldn’t get dick just yet, no he had to work you up first. That’s why he had himself laid down, on his comfy bed, waiting for his girl to find her seat on his face
“C’mere, sweet girl,” he positioned you over his lips, gaze never leaving you as he gave your clit a quick kiss. You shook on command, just the way he liked it, and he went all out for you
“‘So good, daddy,” you whispered between your broken moans as he ate you eagerly, hands flying to your breasts to fondle them the way he would. His hands were so much bigger than yours, it was hard to compete, but the work he was putting in under your made up for the lack of his touch
You melted in his presence, he looked so handsome from your perspective, working his best to please you and it made you weak in the knees
“Shhh,” he called out to you when you began crying, the feeling so good and so overwhelming, a girl like you could barely handle it
How could you? His efforts were never unnoticed, his tongue fucked into you with meaning and it made your toes curl just thinking about him eating your little pussy out
“I, oh no, daddy I think I’m gonna cum,” you warned, leaning forward and gripping at the bedsheets desperately, finding the leverage that you’re gonna need in a second
Your knuckles became white as he sucked your clit gently, the feeling of an orgasm could never get old
The idea was all yours, your head was in his lap once you proposed it into the thin air of his bedroom
He blushed, gulped down the lump in his throat at the lewd idea. Goshiki wanted to please you more than anything in the world, he was just scared that he would be bad at it
“If it means anything,” you began, peeling your panties off and crawling over his face gently. “You’re the first guy to ever make me cum, Tsum.”
The comment alone got his dick hard in his old gym shorts, you knew you won when he gripped the flesh of your hips a little harder than he already was
He had nothing to be concerned about, you learned, as he spread your lips apart with his thumbs and licked a stripe upwards. His ego heightened once you moaned out his name, muttering about how good he was doing for you
“You’re so, oh fuck, you’re so good at this,” your hands became tangled in his hair as he groaned against you, the vibration against your clit making you cry out
The words were sweeter than those cake pops Tendou used to make for the team, it was enough to have Goshiki thrusting into the air gently, bucking his hips and wishing he was fucking you
“Tell me more.” You made out his demand, even though it was muffled, and let all of your rambling tumble out of your mouth to appease his wishes
“Fuck, fuck, it’s so good I can’t think straight. You’re so good to me, fuck, I belong to you Tsutomu! No one else, ‘promise, you fuck me so good,” the words were genuine, they weren’t for show and you proved that by grinding harder onto his tongue
Your body felt like static, no one was able to bring you to the state of mind that he could and knowing that gave Goshiki well deserved confidence
The wet sounds were so perverted, so gross and it made your tummy flutter just thinking about how they would sound to someone listening in. It’s so hot, so sloppy, so messy and you’re sure you’re making the sheets wet
“‘M gonna cum,” you whimpered so nicely, sobbing as your clit bumped against the tip of his nose repeatedly, thighs burning from the position you’d been in for minutes upon minutes
He went harder and harder than before, sending you spiraling into bliss with just how good he is at treating your body with upmost care
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— request: using his strength.
+ Bokuto using his strength against me while I help him study megaaaaa size kink 🥴🥴 you’re writing brings me joy dude akndkwjfkekww
note: i changed it from helping him study bc that gives me...highschool bokuto vibes and im just not diggin it so this is pro!bokuto/canon time-skip x
— kotaro bokuto.
› he may have been exhausted but that didn’t stop him from indulging in you
› you just look so cute, laying in his shirt with a cute pair of panties
› they even had a little bow on the front
› and he may be tired but that doesn’t mean he can’t pull you into his lap
› and stuff you full of his nice, fat cock
› before bouncing you up and down on it like a pretty little toy!!!
› and you can do nothing but sit there and take it
› i mean, he’s so much stronger than you so you might as well let him do what he wants
› you’ll enjoy the ride regardless!
''you're so easy," he grunts, blunt, trimmed nails biting sharply into the skin of your hips as he popped you off of his fat cock. you gasped at the feeling of suddenly being empty, feeling tears prick your eyes when he forced you to grind against the slick underside of his length, "letting me use you however i want, you're such a good girl."
"daddy..." you whimper, angling your hips so the tip prods at your hole, "please...please use me, make me cum, daddy, please?"
'fuck..." he breathes, licking his lips at the sight of your slick drooling down his cock.
suddenly, he pins you down on the couch, pinning your legs open with more strength than he needed. he knew you loved it though, your little cunt clenches obscenely whenever he manhandles you.
"wanna be daddy's good little toy? hm?" he groans, pressing his fat cock back into your pretty little cunt until it's pressing flush against your cervix, making your legs kick out at the ache it sends through your sensitive body, "just be a good girl for me now...and i'll make you cream real nice..."
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"This is the last one! Ready to go, Angel?"
I just melt when I think about the two of them packing to leave for South Downs. Honestly even more than when I think about them actually living there. Imagine them all excited to leave, packing up the Bentley with books and plants as it happily sings Queen, Aziraphale getting a little misty-eyed looking around the bookshop thinking about all the time they've spent there together, and Crowley putting an arm around his shoulder and assuring him they can come back whenever he likes. I'm a fucking sap, what do you want from me?
Prints are up in my Etsy shop! (Just 20 available 😅)
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hi!can i request iwaizumi + atsumu + suna and their son who's really clingy to their s/o and maybe getting a bit jealous? i need extra fluffy scenarios please!
HAIKYUU BOYS GETTING JEALOUS WHEN YOUR CHILD CLINGS TO YOU MORE THAN THEM
characters - timeskip!bokuto kōtarō, suna rintarō, iwaizumi hajime, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi
a/n - hi bby! i added two more boys cos this request was super cute, i hope you don’t mind <3 ￼i wasnt too sure if u wanted the boys to be jealous of the s/o or the son so i’m gonna write both, the other one will be out tomorrow!
☾ BOKUTO you giggled as he whined, his lips jutted out into a pout as he lay stretched over the arm rest of the couch, head smooshed against your thigh as his hand gently grasped his child’s foot for the contact “switch with me come onnn, it’s my turn! you’ve had them so long!” rolling your eyes as you go to hand over your son for probably nth time that day as his hands grab at your shirt with a whine, you swallow a giggle as bokuto groans before nuzzling deeper into your thighs, cheeks smooshing as he looks up at you before whining as he puffs out his cheeks — you almost jump when he springs up to wrap your both in his arms insteading, pulling you both close with a huff “now we can both get cuddles!”
☾ SUNA he sighed as he stared at you from the other couch, he’d been pouting since he reached for his son only for him to nuzzle deeper into you — so now he only pouted and crossed his arms as he looked at you, hearing him tsk whenever you spoke to the child as you glared at him in return. it wasn’t until later that night when you were shuffled awake by movement on his side of the bed, your eyes slightly peeked open in favour of seeing him sneak back into the room as he held your sleeping baby in his arms, watching him place them gently against his chest as he lay back down, an arm wrapping securely around them before the other reached for you, a lazy smile on his face as his face gently nuzzles into the top of their head before his eyes finally close.
☾ IWAIZUMI you tried to swallow your giggles as you stared at your boyfriend who stood infront of you as you sat on the couch, a pout on his lips and his arms crossed over his chest before they outstretched again with a sigh “why don’t you just come to me! its daddy come on!” slumping by his side again when the child shakes their head, you swear there’s a slight whine to his tone but you know better than to call it out given how grumpy he was already, his huff pulling you from your thoughts as he drops down next to you, arm wrapping around your shoulders instead as he frowns at your son, struggling to maintain it when the infant gazes back at him with a giggle “tsk— you owe me, i thought we were buddies!”
☾ ATSUMU “yer hoggin’ all the cuddles it ain’t fair!” you tried to swallow your laugh as you watched atsumu spread himself out over the couch, head thrown back as he whined before sighing dramatically and turning to you, he looked nice like this — his hair a little messy, cheek smooshed against the couch and the pout on his lips a little charming as he grabbed for the child on your lap, another whine sounding when he rolled over onto his back “yer killin’ me here, a need cuddles too!” his face brightening as you walk over in favour of plopping yourself on his lap, your child’s gazing at him from their place on your shoulder with a smile as he feels his heart warm at the love he seen his eyes that looked similar to the ones he fell in love with, because he knows that he’s already fell in love with them all over again.
☾ SAKUSA you wanted to giggle as sakusa sat next to you on the couch, basically squashed into your side as his hand reached out to hold your child, trying to discreetly shuffle them off your lap and into his own — but you grinned when they gripped to your shirt instead with a whine, watching kiyoomi pout next to you with a huff. a few moments passed and a few sighs later he finally spoke, a little pink dusting his cheeks “can i have a turn?” feeling your heart skip at the pleading look in his eyes, his hand already outstretched as you shuffled your child over to his lap instead, trying to soothe them when they whine but his fingers immediately run through the black curls similar to his, and they settle immediately at his touch. he hums contently, his lips pressed against their forehead and he feels like time freezes momentarily, hoping the world will allow him to stay in this moment just a little longer.
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𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫? (𝐌.)
~𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫?- 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐢𝐜𝐦𝐢𝐧
~𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐨 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
~𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐩𝐰𝐩
~𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐝𝐝/𝐥𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐬, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲.
It’s 10 pm when Johnny finally arrives home and the first thing he spots is your small body drowning in the fabric of one of his oversized t-shirts, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the peaks of your nipples under the thin shirt.
Once you spot him you leap off the couch, your soft tits bouncing as you excitedly make your way towards him. He takes you into his arms and drops you on the couch, your squeals and giggles making a smile break out on his perfectly sculpted face.
As you land the shirt rides up, exposing your white lacy thong, the garment sticking perfectly to your soft curves and wide hips. Your giggles come to a halt as you see the way he eyes you, the growing bulge evident under the thick denim of his jeans.
“Daddy?” You whisper, testing the waters, you knew how turned on that particular title would make him and you wanted to see how far you could go. His eyes turn dark with lust as he registers the name, once again taking you in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom.
Johnny liked to think he was a patient man, but he had been frustrated all day, images of the previous night flashing through his head like a video on film. Spanking you until your ass was red, tying you to the bed frame before eating you out until tears had rolled down your cheeks. It was hard to do vocal warm-ups when all he could think about was your melodic moans and the way you gagged on his thick cock as he thrust deep into your throat.
He needed you and he needed you now.
He puts you down gently, your bare feet touching the soft carpet of your bedroom floor, you almost think he’s going to be gentle until he looks at your with those dark eyes and pushes you back on to your shared king size bed.
He runs his fingertips over your thighs, slowly making his way up to the hem of the shirt that swallows up your figure. You whimper as his caresses tease you, never touching you where you need him most.
With no warning Johnny curls his fingers in the hem of the shirt and lifts it off your body, exposing your bouncy tits and smooth torso to him. He hungrily eyes you up as he takes in your almost naked form, his cock pressing angrily against the front of his jeans.
“Look at you baby, all laid out for daddy. Are you going to be a good girl?” He asks lowly, his voice more gravely and deep than usual. His comedic and playful personality completely taken over by his need to dominate you.
You arch your back against the mattress as he takes one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth, nibbling and sucking at the rosy flesh.
He traces his fingers lightly up and down your body, the feather-light touches making you squirm as you watch him mark the heated flesh.
”Daddy, daddy, please. Please touch me, daddy, I need your fingers” you whine, grabbing at his hand in order to move it toward your aching clit.
At your behaviour, he delivers a harsh swat to your thigh, scolding your impatience. ”You'll get what you're given or you'll get nothing, am I clear?” his fingers gliding lightly over your slit, light enough that you hardly notice it’s there.
“Am I clear?” He says again, delivering a harsh slap to your clothed sex. You keen as the pressure causes a buzzing in your desperate clit.
“Yes Daddy, I understand” you whisper, trying your best not to force your husband's fingers into your sodden core for some much-needed friction.
Johnny looks deep into your eyes to find any signs of discomfort and when he finds none, he delivers his next set of instructions.
”Angel, I want you down on your knees, now. Daddy is going to use your precious little throat since you're so desperate to be a cocksleave” he announces as he watches you quickly sink to your knees in front of his trapped length.
”Good girl. Now I want you to take Daddy out and put me in your mouth like a good cockslut, and maybe if you're good daddy will let you cum tonight” he says, looking as you begin to unbuckle his belt.
You take his hard length out of his jeans, the bulbous red tip swollen and leaking with milky precum. You take his long shaft into your hand, your fingers being too small to fully wrap around his heavy cock. You give a kitten lick to the tip, the salty taste and heady scent filling your senses.
”Don't you dare tease kitten, you know exactly where it gets you” Johnny's stern eyes staring deeply into your own. You quickly place your mouth around the tip of his perfect cock, his hand sliding into your hair pushing you down further, he slides further down your throat, your tongue licking the underside of his curved appendage.
He quickly bottoms out, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail before using it to bob your head up and down his dick. Tears line the corner of your eyes as he continually gags you with his huge cock. Your saliva acting as perfect lubrication, smearing down on to your chin and exposed breasts.
It’s when his pace speeds up you know he's close, a string of curses and moans about how good you are and how good you treat him leave him as he gets closer to his end. His thrusts become short and fast as he nears his high, cumming down your throat as he moans. He holds you in place as he rides out his orgasm, his huge load leaking out around where your mouth and his cock connect. He pulls you off and let's go of your hair when he can finally see straight again, and you sit until he decides what to do with you next.
”Baby, go lay down on the bed for daddy, arms behind your head and legs open” he tells you, wiping some of his come from your chin.
You jump to life as he draws his hand away, making you way over to the bed to get into the exact position he had instructed. You hear him fumble around in one of the bedside draws as you lay down. You wonder what he may be getting, but you resist the urge to turn your head and look.
Johnny comes back with a rope in hand, he takes your hands and ties them, also tying them to the bed. He straddles your tiny body, his erect cock standing proudly against his toned abs.
His hand comes down to your sopping clothed core, strings of arousal pathetically leaking through the thin, lacy material.
“Such a pretty pussy, it would be a shame if it stayed covered up, wouldn’t it?” He questions, quickly ripping the flimsy garment from your soaked folds, relishing the way strings of your viscous arousal cling to the fabric.
He runs his fingers through your folds, feeling how wet you are for him, before plunging two fingers knuckle deep into your tight, wet heat. You moan out at the feel of his thick fingers stretching you out, you tug on your ropes, but they don’t give.
He continues to plunge his fingers in and out your heat while his other hand occupies itself with your engorged clit. He adds a third finger, you whine at the stretch, feeling like you could come any minute.
“D-daddy, w-want your cock. Please let me have your cock” you scream as he continues to wreck your pussy.
At your request he eases his fingers from your pussy, moving to untie you from your restraints.
Setting himself at the end of the bed, his lengthy cock enticing you, he pats his lap.
“Come on baby, what are you waiting for? Come and sit on Daddy’s cock. If you want to feel good, you have to work for it” he smirks, toying with the sheets under his fingertips.
You make your way over and straddle him, his cock pressing against your folds. You ease yourself down on him, his thick cock stretching you open.
“Daddy, you feel so good, so so big daddy” you babble as you continue to sink down on him. He bottoms out, and without any time to adjust, sets an incredible pace.
You bounce on Johnny’s hard length at he pistons into you from below, his huge hand caressing your hardened nipples making you release a high pitched whine.
“Tell me how it feels baby, do I make you feel good?” He whispers before he licks the shell of your ear “do you like it when daddy wrecks you with his big cock?”
His assault on your abused hole has you clenching around him, unable to respond to his questions. He gives a harsh slap to your clit “answer me, or daddy won’t let you come at all tonight” he annunciates with multiple harsh thrusts.
You whine in response as he continues to jackhammer into you with an unmatchable pace. Finally responding you force out “yes daddy, I love it when you ruin me, it feels so good...love your cock” your voice hoarse from deepthroating his impressive length not even 20 minutes ago.
Johnny quickly flips you over as he begins to feel you tighten, proof of your impending orgasm. He puts you onto you back and hooks your legs over his strong shoulders, his cock battering your cervix at the new angle, he’s impossibly deep, so deep you can feel him when you press your hands on your small tummy. You stare up at him as he continues to rut into you, his messy honey locks framing his face perfectly, creating the perfect view for you.
You start to feel the knot tighten in your stomach again the minute Johnny snakes his hand between your two intertwined bodies and rubs quick circles into your clit, causing the knot to tighten even further. You weren’t a stranger to cumming multiple times in one night, and lucky for you Johnny was more than willing to have you at his mercy.
“D-daddy, gonna cum...g-gonna cum” you squeak out as he speeds up his pace, your nails leaving trails of red marks all over his broad back.
“Come on baby girl, come for daddy, show me how good I make you feel” Johnny grunts out, your tight heat bringing him closer and closer to his own high.
All it takes is a few more thrusts and the knot finally snaps, you see stars as you come all over your beloved husbands cock, your pussy squeezing around him impossibly tight. Johnny continues to push into you, helping you through your intense high while desperately chasing his own
You look up through long lashes at Johnny as he continues pushing in and out of your tight hole, his facial expressions and stuttering hips alerting you of the orgasm slowly creeping upon him.
“Gonna cum in this tight little pussy, gonna fill you up so good” he whispers before biting down on the soft skin of your neck, his long fingers make their way back to your clit, rubbing in tight circles, you whine at the oversensitivity before Johnny shuts you up with is soft lips and skilled tongue.
Come on baby, come for daddy again. I know you can” his voice slightly muffled by the wet sounds of his pistoning hips and your seeping hole.
You whine louder but it seems to only spur him on, he’s so close and you can feel the way his thrusts become less calculated. All his energy focused into filling you up with his warm cum, desperate to see it leaking out of your abused hole after he’s finished.
The combined visual of your husband and his fingers on your clit and the head of his lengthy cock prodding at your g spot has you cumming in an instant. Your whole body tenses as your vision becomes black, before finally letting go. You squirt over your husband and your messy bedsheets. Johnny growls as you soak him in your translucent release, small splatters dotting his chest in a light sheen.
“Baby, you’re so sexy, wanna cum in your messy little hole so bad. Gonna fill you with so much cum that you'll be dripping for days. My little cumslut would like that, wouldn’t you?” He sighs out as he finally let's go, spurting his hot cum on your inner walls, your pussy milking him for everything that’s he’s worth.
You wince as he pulls out, suddenly missing the fullness his dick provides when he’s inside you. You bring your legs down slowly as Johnny positions himself beside you, his gangly arms stretching out to wrap you in his embrace.
You start to drift off before realising the missing empty space beside you, all confusion is erased when you see your husband clad in a pair of sweats return from your en suite with a damp washcloth in hand.
You’d always adored how much Johnny cared for you after sex, soft touches and warm water soothing your soon to be aching muscles from the intense work out you’d just put yourself through.
Johnny settles himself between in front of your half-closed legs, he slowly pushes them apart as you sleepily comply, his soft utterings of “open up sweet” providing more than enough encouragement. He runs the washcloth over your arousal speckled thighs before moving to your exposed sex, cleaning up yours and his combined cum from your still leaking hole.
He smooths back your tangled hair from your face, kissing your forehead in a loving manner and the last thing you hear is the soft humming and I love you’s from the man that you love.
𝐀/𝐍: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!! 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!
𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬!
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all i want is bucky with a nasty daddy kink and good god you write good smut
Thank you so much!🥺 Smut does hold a special place in my heart and to have someone say they think my smut is good, means everything. Daddy kink also holds a special place in my heart😉 Headcanon below💞
warnings: smut, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight vibranium arm kink, slight degradation, slight cum play, slight praise, spanking, fingering, biting
tags: @fuckandfluff @sparksforkoo @meetmeatyourworst @greeneyedblondie44 @thewritingdoll @bucky-soldat @bemine-bucky @harrysthiccthighss @stucky-my-ship
• Bucky has you exactly where he wants you. Face down, ass up. He holds this position close to his heart. You’re so easy to dominate this way, body so palpable as you bare your glistening cunt to him.
• He hasn’t touched you yet, he’s taking in the way your back arches, the way your hands grip the sheets tightly, how he can hear your soft pants of anticipation. He takes notice of the slight shine on your thighs from your arousal.
• “Please, Bucky, please.” You cry out to him, desperate to get his fingers, his tongue, his deliciously thick cock, anything to stop the ache that’s thrumming in your core.
• Bucky loves to hear you beg. It does something to him, the way your voice cracks a little. He just knows your big doe eyes are glassy from desperation. Tears are probably forming and creating a puddle on the cotton sheet right now.
• But, as much as he loves to hear you whine and see you writhe, you broke a very big rule. He takes his vibranium appendage and raises it in the air before landing a harsh smack to your supple ass.
• You jolt from the impact. Searing pain over takes your skin as you let out a yelp. You grit your teeth as Bucky takes your flesh in his hand, kneading the spot that’s starting to inflame.
• “Oh, princess. You know that’s not my name.” He taunts, making sure to land a few more slaps with that damn robotic arm. It hurts, a lot, but the pain shoots straight to your drenched pussy. You can’t see him, but you’re picturing how the black and gold vibranium fingers are squeezing your abused skin, how the arm reflects in the light emitting from the moon...God, you need something in you now.
• “Daddy!” You squeal as another loud smack is heard throughout the bedroom. “I’m sorry daddy, please, please fuck me.”
• Bucky takes the digits of his prosthetic and runs them through your wet folds, gently toying with your clit. You push down against his fingers trying to find some friction. You need more of the firm, cool touch.
• “C’mon, baby. You’re gonna have to beg for it better than that.”
• He suddenly shoves a finger inside you. You let out a gasp as he slowly moves it in and out at a leisurely pace. A single finger isn’t a big enough stretch and his pace isn’t fast enough to make you cum. Bucky’s just working you up, teasing until you give into him fully. It never takes much to fall into his twisted game of pleasure.
• “I need your cock daddy, please. Want you to fill me up, want you to fuck me hard. I need it. Please, daddy, please,” you cry. And shit if it’s not the most beautiful thing he’s heard. His little doll, his perfect little doll. Always so needy for him. His dick stands at full attention, a redness takes over his swollen member and precum is starting to leak from the tip.
• Without another thought, Bucky’s shoving himself inside you. As your tight, wet walls envelope him, he can’t hold back. He adores making love to you, whispering sweet nothings as that pretty pout of yours hangs open in a silent cry. But right now, he’s going to fuck you. Fuck you like the good little whore he knows you can be.
• He grabs a hold of your waist, fingers digging into your flesh, and starts to pound into mercilessly. It’s exactly what you’ve been craving for the past hour of his torturous foreplay. His hips snap against your backside with a roughness that sends you almost up to the headboard if it wasn’t for his firm grasp.
• Bucky’s practically fucking you against himself, guiding your hips with his thrusts, making sure you can feel him deep inside you. He’s stretching you out, the way his cock drags along your walls at a fast pace has your eyes rolling back and drool starting to form in the corner of your mouth.
• He’s watching intently as your pussy swallows him, your lips stretching around his girth each time he pulls back before plunging back in. You grip him tight, like you never want him to leave your body. Your constant throbbing goes straight to his balls causing heat to creep along his spine.
• A particularly pointed thrust has you choking back a sob and you turn slightly as your hand immediately flies out behind you to press on Bucky’s firm stomach. “Daddy, it hurts. I can’t,” you pant out.
• He roughly grabs the hand that’s pushing him away and the other that’s propping yourself up and puts them behind your back, causing you to fall face first into the mattress once more.
• He leans over you, still fully inside your tender pussy and seethes into your ear, “You wanted this, princess. Now, you’re gonna take all of daddy’s cock. You got that? Or am I gonna have to dumb it down for you?”
• “I got it.”
• Bucky grabs you by the neck, trapping your aching arms between both your bodies as he hauls you up. “I got it, what?”
• “I got it, daddy!”
• “That’s right, baby. Give it to me.” He grabs your elbows, giving him just the right amount of leverage to continuously fuck in and out of you while you’re both on you knees.
• Your head falls against his shoulder as he’s taking you apart piece by delicious piece. Your throat is bared to him and he takes the opportunity to bite into your neck causing you let let out a pleasured gasp.
• “My pretty slut likes it rough doesn’t she?”
• He doesn’t give you time to whimper out a “yes daddy” because he goes straight back to your throat, continuously biting into you. He can feel your walls pulse around him every time he sinks his teeth into your neck. He knows you’re close. You always are when he manhandles you.
• His hands release your arms only for the vibranium to wrap tightly in your hair and the flesh to seek out your throbbing clit. You see stars as he begins to swirl those dexterous￼ fingers against your sensitive nerves. The coil is getting ready to snap.
• “Cum on my dick, let me feel how good I fuck you, princess.”
• Your body suddenly pulls taut against his, the pleasure is almost too much. You try to move away from the onslaught of his fingers and cock, but he’s not letting you run away. He’s making you take it all.
• With a few more flicks and feral thrusts, you seize up around him. Bucky stills inside you as his fingers help you ride out your intense high. He can barely move with how tightly you’re gripping him.
• He pushes you back down as he starts to chase his own. You lay under him almost lifeless as he holds your hips up. His balls are slapping your clit making you jerk each time, which causes Bucky to feel you clench again and again until he’s shooting cum into your warm heat.
• He falls on top of you. You milked him for all he’s worth. Sex with you is always fulfilling no matter the mood, the positions, who tops. He needs every part of you.
• You feel his ragged breathes against your face and the labored rise and fall of his chest against your back. You’re completely and utterly sated.
• Bucky pulls out of you and watches the way his cum slowly seeps through your folds. He can’t help but finger it back inside you, always wanting you to be filled with him.
• “Easy, Buck. M’sore,” you say, tiredness coating each syllable.
• You feel his soft lips kiss up your back and up to your cheek, peppering the side of your face in gentle pecks.
• “You did so good for me,” he whispers.
• God, this man. One minute he’s fucking into you hard and deep, the next he’s showering you in praise and utter love. You don’t think you’ll ever get enough of James Barnes. He knows he’ll ever get enough of you.
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jjk men when they went too far
— degradation gone wrong!
↠ characters: Gojou Satoru, Getou Suguru, Toji Fushiguro
↠ Warning: tw; insecurity, degradation (heavy one for toji), roughness, mdni! hurt, lots of comfort (toji with most fluff), cussing, they don't mean it really
• we all know this man couldn't filter his mouth even if he tried
• there are times like wherein Suguru has to point out how he's going overboard with the things he says and does
• Satoru doesn't always mean what he says, though he won't admit that since he knows people don't take it to heart
• but when he does know he's crossed the line— especially around you, mans down right guilty and won't hesitate to kneel down if it meant you'll forgive him
• and know he never meant any of the crap he sprouted because you're his precious babie :((
You were always a good girl for him. Taking him so well, so deep, giving him all of your milked worth and cute mewls of chants of his name and pleads. Satoru loved that so much, such an angel you were, he'd praise through his gentle yet punishing thrusts in your sopping cunt. With you, everything was sentimental, nothing rushed nor animalistic like the days back in his teen years and early twenties; the amount of women he's slept and left before the brink of dawn.
They didn't really matter just as long as he's had his fill. But with you? The love and tenderness laced on his words and pleasurable actions were never lost whenever you're underneath him, just taking and taking until you beg him to stop because it was too good, too much.
But now it didn't seem like it. He wouldn't look at you with just feral rage after coming home from a whole day meeting with his clan; a rare turn up of events and they've done it now. A scoff here and there whenever you'd tell him to slow down or release a plead. He thinks you're just being your usual mess, but you weren't. His thrusts were too ferocious— not even sparing the preparation or adjustment that he began hammering into you, claiming with the softest voice he can muster how you've done it before, you can do it again.
"Gah! Satoru, wait—"
"You'll take it. You've always taken me so good." He hides the snarl by biting down harshly on the skin of your neck. Groaning when you moaned and tightened around his angry, throbbing cock when he doesn't catch the pain laced behind your tiny voice. "Ah! Baby, please! You're going— ngh! Too fast!" small crescents form on his back from digging your nails in, Satoru slams his hips harshly, almost knocking the air out of you.
"Quit whining so much." the tip of his cock pushing painfully on point at the deepest spots that used to feel so heavenly, "I thought you were a good girl, baby. Guess Daddy has to find himself another one if you can't." angrily, he growls out. As if he was disgusted of what he sprouted. He knows deep down even in the mask of lust he doesn't mean it at all, he takes in the way you clench as a good sign and continues, unaware of how quiet you've grown and the quiver of your lips.
"Fuck, you really want daddy that much huh— (Y/n)? Baby?"
Like a switch has been flipped, his entire body freezes as he hoisted his upper body up to get a clear view of you attempting to sniffle softly but the obvious, pained scrunch on your face telling otherwise. "Are you going to leave me, Toru?" sounding so small, Satoru's heart shattered, he can see how you wavered away from the touch of his hand on the side of your face, feeling more than heavy weights pulling his entire being.
"No, no, no, honey. No, never." immediately, but carefully pulling out of you, he's quick to jump right in and pull you in his arms, like a fragile being he ever so slightly grazes his fingers up and down ghostly to soothe your aching muscles. Not choosing to push away from his embrace, you let yourself cry, "I'm sorry if I wasn't being good. I'll do more, please don't leave me." you've heard about stories of how things were with him during these times. Though even in the longest run of your relationship, the insecurity and fear lays swarming in the back of your thoughts as he cups your head to pull you closer, a single, no, two pecks landing on your temple almost desperately.
"No, fuck no, you've been more than good to me. I swear." the anger in his body vanishes, replaced with the utmost of guilt when he sees what he swore he'd never make you feel, "I'm so sorry, please honey. I didn't mean it. You're good, you're enough." he didn't care if he sounded like he was at the verge of crying himself so uncharacteristically because he was. The fact that after the meeting his clan had set up, they happen to propose to the idea of arranging him in a marriage with one of the powerful clans in the jujutsu world to attain an heir. Apparently it was the last string to pull to make him snap at how messed up some people in his life was.
He remembers vividly how he singlehandedly terrified all of his elders who thought badly of you; how unworthy you were to be his soon to be bride when he accidentally blurts it out of the heat. He wanted to erase all of them, but he's done much worse. It crushes him to the core, he tightens his hold around you, feeling the trembles of his body as he vents out what happened, "I don't want anyone else, I'm really sorry, honey." he seals in each word in each kisses he gives on your swollen lips. Even as you calmed down and twiddled with his fingers, Satoru has trouble dealing with situations like these and will do anything he can to make you feel better.
Hopefully enough to say yes when he pops out the question soon. But for now, he holds you, letting in the flow of emotions down without shame like the bareness of your bodies. Enough to show how sincere he is to his words,
"You're my one and only good girl."
• this adorable human drinks his respect on women
• Suguru isn't big on degradation, if anything he worships your very existence like why would he talk smack of his darling? Man doesn't even think he's worthy to even call you his
• may or not just accidentally says something (much like his best friend) that he doesn't know was as sharp as a knife out of the anger & lust
• it only happened once when you were kindly chatting up with his clients just to make them feel welcome. Suguru was so scarred after that but he won't tell you that
• you were just too close to those he strongly and distinctly despises
The two sides of the coin, that's what people described Suguru. He's never once showed the sinister gazes and pure hatred that shook those at a wide range just before him in front of you, you didn't deserve that, you were all the goodness the world wasn't, he claims. All the best and purest was only for you. You didn't need to flip the coin just to see how tainted the other side is. You just focus on how the good side, how it was all smiles and stolen, shameless kisses. Occasional escapades like the youth and love that hasn't died down as the years go by.
Your goodness was the only thing that brightens up his little families days, kept him sane for the remaining days of his newly profound life. Now it was rubbing off to those peasants that were not worthy of your kindness. How it irked under the depths of his skin when a single monkey placed a hand on your shoulder so casually while getting closer. He itched to rid of the hindrance, the stench that lingers on the your skin— his skin. Oh was it horrible when that creature got too close to your comfort. As if hell broke loose, hell became the only color of his surroundings that day.
That day he demanded you to take your rightful place on your throne. With both legs on each side of the flexed muscles, spread openly to allow the mouth watering mess to drip down the carpet in his room, he's had you at the best seat in the world; on his lap. And what's a best seating arrangement without a little show like the reflection being shown in your already half lidded eyes. Oh how exciting it should've been if your lover wasn't being so rough.
He lands a firm, hard slap on your aching, neglected clit, you sobbed aimlessly, clutching onto his arms for support looking at your reflection with the scene unfolding, "Ah! Ow!" another one he lands, mewling at the tips of his pesky fingers sliding down your slit teasingly, grinding down to try to give them a light nudge inside the warmth of your clenching walls. It felt like an eternity, your bundle of nerves was bound to fall of from the numbing sensation and in need of relief.
"Such a needy little lamb, what a shame." you looked up to him in daze, only to feel a hand wrapped around the base of your throat to lock you back in place, only meeting eyes on the mirror, an unknown aura— no, person was drilling holes into yours.
"You're a disgusting, tainted little lamb, aren't you?"
"W-wha, AH!" two fingers prodded their way in, welcomed with the immense clenching that made him lick his lips in desire, "Poor thing, I would've given you some mercy if you didn't reek of those monkey's stench." he eyes the place where that piece of garbage landed his hand on, clamping his teeth down hard a it dugs onto the skin, earning him a sharp jolt of your body, "Ow! Suguru!"
"How displeasing. You're letting yourself come close to those vile things? I'm disappointed."
Your chest heaved heavily, heart breaking into two upon hearing his disappointment. Your body squirmed in discomfort, your reflection screaming how disgusting you are as he said, only worse how he keeps you in place. The sight was too much, no adoration written in his features nor the string of praises. It was so foreign. All you did was be nice, didn't he like that? The longer you stared at your own self from up to down, Suguru was the first to caught on how silent you were and wincing at the stinging grip you had on his wrist.
For the first time, he was tongue tied when he see how your eyes glistened in tears and how you looked at yourself and him so indifferent like before. "Sweetie." He doesn't need someone to tell him he's fucked up badly, how he went too far gone into his rabbit hole of hatred to anything that has something to do with the source. The sharpness of his eyes melt into softness and regret, showering you with apologies and the much needed comfort you need. To know he meant absolutely no harm nor intention of hurting you badly.
"Am I disgusting to you now, Sugu?" he can see the wavering of your lips as you tried to wipe away your tears that fell endlessly, "Are you going to throw me out like the rest of them too?" not daring to meet his eyes as it was not even worthy to even exist in the world he lives, you visibly flinch when his thumb came up to stroke your cheek lovingly. Unable to voice out the screams of please don't look away in his head, Suguru places a messy kiss on the other cheek repeatedly, "Darling, never have I thought of such idea." the hand that was once on your throat, gently cups on your jaw nudging it a bit up to look back into the mirror.
"I see nothing more than an angel beside someone who doesn't deserve such goodness and beauty." smiling softly when you finally look at him face to face, sniffling quietly as he kisses both of your lids before your lips, "I'm so sorry, darling. Please forgive me?" he could do this all day; just stare at you and basking in your beauty while leaning his forehead on yours. Only then you began to calm down at the playful taps of his fingers on your nose, cooing out a small, "That's my girl." to break back the smile he damaged a second ago as his fingers slid back down to business, moaning softly with you at the soaking heat.
"Why don't I make it up to you, my pretty baby?"
• does this a lot back in the days and grew into it
• he struggles with praises, soft touches, and the closeness when he's grown up with the polar opposite all his life
• there are moments where the unfamiliar praises ended up being stuck in his throat that he chokes on his own spit
• believe when he says he really, really wants to tell you but he doesn't know if it'll sound good or feel good
• if he has trouble expressing that, he's at war when the time came he's crossed the line
"What a fucking slut."
The squelching of your poor, abused cunny made a hot embarrassment out of you, but nothing can ever be compared to how he manhandles you with ease. A hand holding your leg by the calf hoisted above his shoulder as the other occupies around your neck, groaning shamelessly at how you dazed up to him with an already fucked out expression from his torment. God he so wants to let out a satisfied good girl because look at you, how immaculate you just are before him, a man with nothing to give in return to all the showers of offers you have let him gain.
Just how easy it was to also act that way in front of his boss, showing how much of a good girl you were not only to him, but to other's as well. He couldn't help the seething rage when he can clearly see the geezers eyes trail up from what's his so causally as if he wasn't in the same room as the ruthless man who could've ended him in a millisecond. Was this called jealousy? If so, Toji despises it with all of his gut. Then again he can't do anything about it. Not until he got his bounty that day, and a triumph huffed when he's rid of the bastard.
He loves you, he loves you. He's beyond confused and lost at how to tell you, only able to rut in you like the beast he is with no mercy whatsoever. "Eungh! Tojii!" the tip of his cock grazes at your sweet spot with ease, "There! There! Please!" you twitch at the each throb his cock does. It felt so good, you babbled endlessly, his hand suddenly tightening around your throat that made you choke up a moan, "That where you only good at, darlin?" he laughs breathlessly at the way you wheezed and squeezed around him.
"All cock hungry, good for nothing cumdump, aren't ya?"
Your freed leg was starting to cramp up a bit, trying to lock it back to his waist but ended up slipping from the sweat, the position he had you in suddenly became uncomfortable, through the whines he missed out on the slight pain laced to it and pushes the other one wider. "Looks like I've gotten myself a pretty needy slut, huh?" when he saw how your lips wobbled at the comment, Toji hadn't been bothered by it still, spurting out the dirtiest of vulgarity next to your ear feeling the knot in his core bound to snap.
You were so good. You felt so good, he thought, but it only came out to be the final breakage of your used to be hazy world, "Always have to act like such an angel when you're really just another crying, desperate little thing." you sobbed, not anymore was it for him but for the ache of how humiliated it felt. How bad it had gone. You didn't know what you had done to have Toji say such things all at once. The only thing that crossed your mind was how maybe he sees you as only that and not as someone who genuinely loved him.
The discomfort of your position only added to the troubled fuel in your heart. Through his grip on your neck, unable to voice out, you resulted to digging your nails down his forearm hard, luckily catching his attention "Hng, not so deep— ah kid?" his hips faltered their movements before it came to a full stop, the grip on your neck loosened but you didn't let him pull away from your streaming tears, mustering up the courage in hopes to still have a bit of strength in you, but only sounding pathetic when you cried, "I'm sorry for not being good." your hands held tightly still on his arm when he flinched, afraid he'll come to realization. Worse, to walk out on you.
"I don't know what I did, but Toji I only wanted to be your good girl." instincts took over as he cupped your cheek, hearing a meek I promise from the small of your voice. He really doesn't know what else to do, but the atmosphere changed drastically like the life inside him died with saddened and guilty eyes watching you sob your heart out in his palm. He tosses out all insecurity and possible outcomes of his thoughts. He's witnessed you do it to him countless of times, picked up some of the perks he's grown fond of. He's always witness your praises, it was time he makes up for it and stop being a jackass. "Kid," the little endearment he calls you, it was cute how he chose something so random yet you know better that it's only for you, "I'm sorry."
Sniffling, you watch lay a careful chin on the middle of your breast, looking ever so the softest you've witnessed with both his hands cupping and squishing your cheeks like a child. "You're none of those, it was a load of crap." blinking, unable to speak for how the sudden change of personality, almost at a blink of an eye you felt chaste peck on your lips. Toji tried to avoid your now wide gaze at him, only stuffing half of his face onto your skin with the unfamiliar heat rising to his features, he finally, finally he says,
"I love you."
He was trying, you could tell. But deep inside you it warmed all of the worries away. The fact he chose to say his first ever i love you and to show a completely different side of him was enough to have you to forgive him. Though Toji will never forget this night, not because he's finally gotten the courage to be more open, but because of that he's spent more on making it up to you in subtle ways because he wouldn't want you to caught on how you were the only one to make him go all lovesick. He won't admit he likes it either as he holds you close through the night, murmuring out multiple praises like a natural that would've been enough to tear your ears down, but lulled you to sleep in safety, not even feeling the ghostly feathered kiss on your forehead to battle away the hideous flashbacks.
"You're always my angel."
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