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bimbosandbubbles · 4 months

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Four Square

Starring Yandere Hisoka,Chrollo,and Illumi aka the adult trio x healer chubby reader

Warnings-manipulation,lying,coercion,hinted stalking,breaking and entering, Hisoka being Hisoka,ass slapping,foursome,dirty talking,breeding kink(no creampies tho), dry humping,pussyjob, thigh riding,fingering,praise, a dash of degradation, unhealthy behavior,obsession,possessive behavior,YANDERE,hairy pussy,hairy legs(Body hair is normal and I’m totally pushing the agenda with my fics),spitting,odd scent kink?,blow jobs,hand jobs,pussy eating,omg finally protected sex in one of my fics. Honestly not so many tbh(compared to my other fics)not really proofread! Sorry!

Wc-13.6k(ya’ll I got rid of 7k more words)

Taglist- @shaisuki @lilyalone @999-ang3l @queenmimis @agnl2000 @thewickedofrizz @kelly-fushiguro345

"Illumi,you will not wed to a woman that does not carry the same blood as us. She's nothing but a mere commoner." A high posh voice protests.

Black,empty eyes star deadly daggers at the person who spoke those words with such confidence. "I will not hesitate to cut off your tongue if you speak one more ill word about my soon to be wife,mother." The woman gasps,"Illumi! You don't speak to me in such a way!" A monotone voice counters,"I can and will. You mean nothing to me compared to her."

Just the mentioning of his sweet savior in the third person arouses cherished memories,memories that he's saved and replayed ever since he's left your care. He remembers your gentle caresses,the calm tone you spoke to him as you nursed his intense wounds. How you uttered his name with such affection the longer you took care of him.

He longs to see you again,longs to feel your touch,longs to hear your honeyed voice rant and ramble about your day to him. He misses oh so very much,his bride who's so far away from him now. He wonders what you're doing—he should call.

A ghost of a smile draws onto his face at the thought. Should he video call you or no? He wants to see your bright smile as you say his name so happily. He's pulled away from his thoughts by his father's deep voice. "If you really feel this way for such a low woman why didn't you just take her away?"

This question peaks Illumi's interest—why didn't he take you back home with him? His family would've grown to love and be fond of you quite easily. Was is because he thinks you'd be angered with him? He couldn't bare to feel you being cross with him—resenting him for stealing away your free will. No,he just needs you to treat him as you do,with such care and love that he'll never get enough of. But apart of him wishes he took you with him,wishes you were here now—lounging with him and touching him in the he way he's grown to love. And this causes Illumi confused,an emotion he often feels when it comes to you,not used to the foreign feelings you give him.

The confusion leaves Illumi without a answer to his fathers question. But that doesn't stop Illumi from replying,"That is besides the point,mother is fighting me on claiming what surely belongs to me. I deserve my (Reader),I deserve to have her as my wife and as the mother of the future Zoldyck bloodline." His parents are baffled by their quiet and normally unfeeling son who seems to be throwing a tantrum at the ripe age of 26. Silva's cool yet bright blue eyes stare into his son's black ones,thoughtfully thinking about a way to go about this.

Finally he sighs,"Take her then. Wed her and bed her. But know they're are others who want her just as badly as you do." Illumi squints his eyes at that—what others would possibly have the guts to take you from him,one of the most deadly assassins there is. "And those others will be killed by my hand mercilessly."He coldly states. Silva huffs with humor,"Not when you find out who those others are."

Illumi hands clench into fists,"How do you know such information and I don't?" It angered Illumi that his father dare know more about you than he does. Especially because Illumi keeps a watchful eye on you through others,hiring many spies to report to him about you whereabouts. So how does his father know this?

"You think my son being interested in a woman for the first time in his life isn't business to me? Me and your mother know much more than we lead on about your little healer woman." Illumi speaks with tight lips,"Who.is.it." Silva smiles,"She's your woman,find out yourself."

Illumi manifests a needle out of thin air,"You will tell me exactly what I want to know." Silva chuckles heartily,"Threatening me? Wow you must really love this common woman,huh? Tell me Illumi when was the last time we fought?" Illumi frowns deeply at his father's amusement—irked with his enjoyment of playing with his newfound emotions.

"Don't toy with me father. I'm no longer a little boy." He spits with venom. "That you are not,my son. I suppose I will give you a small hint since you are a smart man. Two men you've allied yourself with in the past want are the ones who wish to have her. "

Illumi looks as shocked as his face will allow him to be. It couldn't be who he thought it was....right?

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"Oh Hisoka,don't buy me that!" You demand. "Nonsense,my dove. You'll look so pretty for me in this little dress." You shiver due to the proximity of his plush lips to your skin. "So,you only want to buy me something cause you'll like it? And here I thought you were being nice to me 'Soka."

The male wraps his lanky arms around your wide waist,not forgetting to grip the pudge of your stomach through the material of your wool turtle neck. He bends down to your ear,whispering lowly—the tone so seductive you get chills going down your spine. "You know I'll always be nice to you...unless you don't want to me which I can gladly do as well."

You clear your throat, flustered by his actions,"I'll keep that in mind 'Soka." He hums,his sharp nails digging into the pliable flesh of your plentiful stomach. "So,my dove will you allow me to get you this dress or will you be stubborn with me?"

"You already know the answer." You say teasingly. "Your stubbornness is so cute—but you must know either way I always get what I want." Your brow raises,"And what do you want this time?" Hisoka leers at you with his cat like eyes,licking his lips before his answer,"I want you to stop denying me when I wish to spoil you. I owe you after all."

You laugh sarcastically,"You owe me? Last time I checked you saved me even if you didn't mean to." You recall the night so vividly as you mentioned. You were calmly walking in the night,just getting home from a long day and your tired body became slowly unaware to the world around you. You became so numb,so unaware in fact you didn't hear the running steps of someone behind you. Before you knew it a man covered in bruises and wounds head to toe had grabbed you,pushing you to shield him in some way.

Then you felt a cool blade pressed against the plushness of your neck. You remember fighting and struggling against the male's overpowering strength. He shouted across your shoulder,muttering about something along the lines of "I'll kill her if you take one step closer." In the midst of that though you finally meet the eyes of the bloodied clown.

Hisoka had easily disposed of the man,shaming him for putting someone as weak as you are in a fight you're useless in. After that you chased him down,begging him for a chance to thank him properly. He was disinterested in you from the start and it wasn't until you offered to heal his wounds that he even entertained you.

From then on Hisoka would pop up when he got injured and you'd loyally heal him as thanks for saving your life. Eventually the two of became actual friends? You don't know what you're relationship is with him due to how he does things such as this.

"Oh noooo my dove,I only killed that man because he was hurting your pretty little neck." You roll your eyes,"Okay then,what about after,huh? You said people like me were pathetic and wastes of space." Hisoka leans his head on your shoulder,his tall body looking deformed from how far he's bending,"Hush,I was only being so mean to you cause I didn't realize how useful these hands of yours are."

At his words you're reminded what type of man Hisoka really is. A man who sees only the strong and never the weak,a man who's full of intense bloodlust that simply gets turned on in promise of a good fight. So it makes you ponder why he hasn't gotten rid of you yet? Sure,you're a healer but there's many others who better at it. You're not even a healer who uses nen,only herbs and traditional medicine being practiced by you. And still you remain alive,untouched and unharmed by a killers hand.

It seems Hisoka has made you feel too important,too valuable to him,that you've grown to feel comfortable—safe from his bloodlust. "So I'm only alive because of my healing ability?" You try to conceal the hurt in your voice but Hisoka still picks up on it. Immediately he turns to comfort you,"Oh my dove—no,no, you mean so much more to me than that. I just worded it wrongly."

"Yeah,right. So how long do I have until my hands have no use for you Hisoka?? I can't believe for a second I thought—" Your rant is cut off when a pale hand loosely wraps around your throat. The grip is painless,barely noticeable honestly but it's the fact you know that Hisoka could easily kill you with just a tightening of his grip. "Hush,do you think so low of me as to murder you? How dare you. Honestly,you need to give me some credit." He practically purrs out.

"I care for you my dear (Reader), a concerning amount might I add. So when I say something"—he leans down closer to your face,his lips gently kissing the chubby skin of your cheeks,"I mean it. Do not ever accuse me of just simply using you again,you understand,my dove?"

But Hisoka is using you in a sense,just not that one you were implying. He's not using you for the learned skill you possess—no no,it's much more. You've given something to Hisoka that rivals even his bloodlust,you've laid bare to him the feeling of obsession. A feeling that drives him deliriously mad in sick pleasure—like a drug he can never get enough of. He doesn't know what it is but only you can give him such a feeling. A feeling that leads to him feeling...in love with you.

"I understand Hisoka." You nervously say. He lets go of his grip on you,patting your cheek gently in approval as he does so. "Good,my smart girl knows just what to say. Anyways,shall we get this dress for you?" He phrases it like a question but you know Hisoka will buy it anyway. "Let's buy it." You mutter with an uneasy smile,still not recovered from feeling Hisoka's hand on your throat.

"Right answer again! You're on a roll aren't you,my dove?" Hisoka praises you excitedly. "Yeah—" you're once more interrupted by the crude ringing of a cell phone. You dig in your pocket and see just who's calling you. On the screen it reads no caller id and you know exactly who it is.

"Oops,sorry Soka I gotta answer this." You wiggle your way out of his hold. This leaves Hisoka pouty,"Can't it wait? I wanted to buy food for you after this too." You chuckle,"No it can't,it only take a few minutes. And I'll be right outside." Hisoka rolls his eyes,"Alright but stay right there."

You nod and rush out the doors of the store. As soon as you feel the cool winter air on your skin your thumb presses the accept button. "You took a little long,didn't you?" The smooth voice says. "Oh give me a break, I was doing something." You playfully bite back. "Yeah,like what little spider? Were you watching those silly movies again and almost missed my call?" His tone seems playful but what lies beneath it is an annoyed man. But no,he can show his spider how upset he gets when you don't answer right away—no no such a gentle thing like you doesn't deserve to see him like that.

"Noo,for your information Chrollo, I'm actually Christmas shopping right now. I even got you a little something but I'm not sure if I should give it to you if you're gonna tease me." Chrollo chuckles,"Mmm,well I guess I have to stop for a little then. Who are you with by the way?" Your brow raises at that,"Umm what makes you think I'm with someone?"

"Don't consider me a fool (Reader), I just have a hunch." You roll your eyes at Chrollo's need to always seem mysterious in front of you. "Alright, I am with someone." You admit. "Who?" He asks,more like demands. "A friend. And does it really matter anyways?" Chrollo wishes to tell you that yes,it does really matter. Because every waking second that you don't spend with him drives him crazy. Not a single person deserves to be close to you the way he is. He wants to say all that but he settles for,"Yes because I want to see you tonight. I don't another person to hinder our time together."

"Oh no are you hurt again?" Chrollo chuckles at how concerned you sound,finding it cute. "Must I be hurt to see you,little spider?" You hum,"Mmm,yes cause those are the only times you visit me. Ya know it's not nice to do that—coming to me when you're all battered and then leaving so soon,it's so mean Chrollo cause I'm left worrying and missing you for how long God knows." Chrollo's heart beats at that,you miss him just like he does you. But there's also ache at the fact his little spider is left worried about him,that you're hurting cause of him.

But you have to understand he can only speak to you sometimes—if he did it too much you'd be hunted. And until Chrollo has you his he can't allow that. But at his core Chrollo is a truly selfish being and his selfishness is starting to show more and more. He's been indulging more frequently in his needs to see you,to smell you,to touch your velvety skin—like now.

"I'm sorry (Reader),but I'm a dangerous man I can't show up whenever I want. It's so you don't get hurt." He says. "Yeah,yeah I get that. But it still leaves me worried ya know? Anywaysss can we meet up a different day?" Chrollo sighs,"It's too late. I'm already in your house."

You nearly drop your phone in shock,"YOURE WHAT? YOU CANT JUST BREAK IN MY HOUSE!!" Chrollo hushes you,"Sshhh my spider, I just wanted to see you so bad and I knew if I waited any longer I would go mad." His soft voice eases you from your anger a little,"I get that I guess,but it's so not okay to break in my house Chrollo!" Chrollo makes small comforting noises through the phone,"I know,I know but don't be mad at me,little spider. I only longed to see you and I will confess that has caused me to act...a bit rash."

This damn sweet talker. You had to admit you had a soft spot for him since the night you met him and that paired with his soothing words were a weapon against you. "Alright,I'll be there in a hour. Don't rush me either." You say,caving into him. "Mmm,you listen so well (Reader). Always so good to me. I'll see you,okay?"

"Okay. See ya,Chrollo." With that Chrollo hangs up and you sigh,the cool air making your breath look like fog. You turn back around and open the door only to feel the hard abdomen of someone. "So,Chrollo,huh?" The purring voice taunts.

"Hisoka! What're you doing out here?" He hums,"Well you were taking a little long for a quick phone call and wanted to make sure you weren't hurt." That was a lie Hisoka was listening from the very beginning you went outside and only now has he made himself known.

"Oh well it's not nice to easedrop,you silly clown!" You embarrassingly scold. "I wasn't easedropping,I just heard you say his name right before you hung up." He lies. His lengthy fingers reach down to grab your chin,"I was checking up on you,my dove. It's late and a cute thing like you shouldn't be outside at night for too long." His index finger and his thumb caress your chin gently,softening your suspicion of him.

Your left without a reply to that,simply settling to hum in acknowledgment. "I'm assuming you have business with him then,so that means we're not getting food?" Hisoka asks. You look at Hisoka and then remember how excited he was to take you out and for the most part you had a lot of fun minus the almost choking incident. You smile at him,"No,let's get some food 'Soka." You did say to Chrollo that you'd be an hour...so it's not a big deal,right?

Hisoka smiles brightly,"Good,I'm starving." The two of you venture off to a small burger place that you recommended to go to. Your orders come quickly and you scold Hisoka for simply getting a strawberry milkshake while you have a whole combo meal. "Hisoka you said were starving and you order a strawberry milkshake...."'

"I said I was hungry,not for what." With that his large hand makes a move to grip your plush thigh licking his full lips as he does so. "Don't make me regret sitting next to you 'Soka." You say warily. "I don't think you'd dislike what'd I'd do to you (Reader). " He purrs. "Oh yeah? What makes you think that?" You say challengingly. He leans close to your ear,preparing to whisper,"You know I could easily unbutton those little jeans you got on and put my hand on that pussy. You wouldn't fight me either,huh? You'd probably like being fingered in public,right? You dirty girl,of course you would. "

Hot heat rushes in your veins,shocked by the filthy words of your companion. " 'Soka!" You whisper shout in embarrassment. "Hmm?~" He replies,lips now trailing the shell of your ear. "S-Shut up and drink your shake." You command. Hisoka pulls away,chuckling,"You're such a innocent little thing,aren't you?"

"Hush and drink." You say. Hisoka surrenders and does as you say. It's silent and that allows you to think for a little bit. Your brain and body finally catch up to how Hisoka's words made you feel. As he uttered each filthy syllable you couldn't deny how your thighs slightly clenched close,how your breath hitched in hesitant arousal.. It made you feel perverted for feeling such a way because Hisoka didn't mean what he was saying,right? He's overtly sexual all the time so why'd it feel so...intimate? It's as if he really meant it.

"My dove,you're hardly touching your food. Here let me fix that." Hisoka brings a slight cold fry to your lips. "Say ahhh.." He says playfully. " 'Soka 'm not a baby..." You announce begrudgingly. You say that but your lips still part open for the fry and then you do the same for another and another and another. It goes on so long that Hisoka just starts causally hand feeding you in public. "Do you want a bite of your burger,my dove?" You nod and he easily complies,holding the burger to your mouth as you take a good size bite.

You chew and chew,missing the way Hisoka observes you. His yellows eyes light up in pure enjoyment as you let him do as he pleases to you. He revels in the way you barely even resisted him feeding you finding it so cute how you just gave into. He enjoys how much you've grown to trust him even from the beginning—following him around like a little kicked puppy,desperate to thank it's savior. He wonders if you know the effect you have on him—how he softens up around you,how he constantly spends money on you despite his motto of saving money,how he can't keep his hands off your supple body.

Not to mention how he feels when he imagines someone else treating you in such a way it makes him disgusted. How lowly of said imaginary person to believe they could actually make you happy? No,no, only Hisoka can. Only he can get you to smile that one specific way,to get you to laugh until you feel like you have to pee.

"Can I have another bite?" You ask expectantly at the man. "Yes buttt you have to say the magic word." Hisoka teases. "Please 'Soka." You plead. Hisoka gets chills running down his back,the kind he gets in a really good fight but instead of blood,he craves you. You asked so very sweet that he can't help but imagine if that's how'd you ask for his cock—soft and kind with a begging glare in your eyes.

"Of course my dove,anything you want." You smile at him as you take another bite. Hisoka continues to feed you bite of the burger or transitioning to the even cut fries. Occasionally his poised fingers stop feeding you to clean off crumbs or sauce that lands on your cheeks,always licking his fingers once he wipes it off.

Finally you take your last bite,eating in grateful content. "Was that good?" Hisoka asks pleasantly. "Mhm,it was." Despite how good you said it was you sound bothered...bothered by the fact that you let Hisoka feed you,without a fight. Was it a haze of blinded trust or perhaps something else? You try not to think of it too much,deciding to change the topic.

" 'Soka I just remembered about the shopping bags. What happened to them?" Hisoka waves you off good naturally,"I stuck them in my car,no need to worry your pretty little head about it." You smile happily,a wave of alleviation crashing against you. "Good,we should get going then!"

Hisoka obliges,his tall frame standing up right and a well toned arm slinks itself around the plushness of your middle. "Let's go." He walks you over to the door and you stop abruptly to bid a goodnight to the kind employees of the establishment.

The two of you saunter off into the night,the obnoxious neon lights of the restaurant being nothing but a mere trail. Hisoka's arm tightens around your waist,pulling you even closer toward him. You can feel the heat radiate off of him,easing the cold biting air just a bit. You lean into his touch,sighing contently. An action Hisoka notices with excitement—a fox grin curling at his lips.

"You know (Reader),how I've always said that you never owe me when I buy you something?" He says. "Yes...why are you bringing this up?" You attempt to keep your tone steady but all you can think is "Oh my god,he's finally done with me! I have no use to him anymore! He's going to kill me!" Hisoka stops walking therefore stopping you as well and at that moment you could feel yourself swallow rocks. He leans down,leering down at you menacingly—his playful grin gone and replaced with a straight expression.

"I'd like to kiss you. I promise it'll be worth your while." As soon as he mutters those words his mischievous mask paints back on. "Kiss me?" You say breathlessly,deeply confused as to why the killer clown would want to do that. "Yes,I don't usually like to repeat myself either,(Reader).You might push me too far.~" Your eyes look at his,searching for some playful game or plot in them. There's nothing but pure excitement though,the kind of excitement you've seen his eyes light up with when he's recalling a gruesome fight to you when you patch him up. He's sincere.

Without hesitation because you know anymore thought would muddle your confused brain even more—your lips open to form the first syllable of yes but are interrupted by Hisoka's mouth. He takes advantage of your already open mouth and sticks his large tongue in ,the pink muscle doing something oddly pleasurable inside. You can't help but whimper quietly as he uses your mouth so passionately. Your dull nails dig into Hisoka's forearms,causing a lewd moan to fall out of the man's mouth.

The clown takes advantage of his arm already wrapped around your waist—a skilled hand gripping the love handles with a teasing force that makes your knees weak. He pulls you closer to his own body—relishing in the fact that you're so close to him,loving the heat your soft body exudes. He finally pulls away staring down at you—lust glazing over his bright yellow eyes.

It's silent between the two of you and you expect Hisoka to say the first word but instead he pulls you into him,enveloping you into his hard chest. " 'S-Soka?" Your voice unintentionally shakes,the shock from the kiss still overriding your brain. "You taste so good,you little minx. I'd take you right here on this sidewalk if you weren't so pure. It's okay though,I'll wait and mold you into the perfect cocksleeve. My sweet good girl who'll take my cock so well...I just know you have the prettiest pussy. So so pretty,just like your face."

Hot red heat flushes throughout your blood system—the cold weather no longer being a bother. Was he ranting? Could he not control the filthy words flowing out of his mouth? This reminds who about how he rants and rambles when he's facing a strong opponent,yet all you've done to get him so riled up is kiss him. Your mind muddles itself to a all too thoughtful puddle—too shocked to even understand what's going on.

You thought you and Hisoka were friends,a friend to him that he'd flirt with and touch constantly—but that's just Hisoka,right? Hisoka who comes to your small home in the middle of the night,injured yet excited. Hisoka who's now patched up,that convinces you to let him stay in your bed with you. Hisoka that sometimes cuddles with you for a few hours before he disappears for another months time. Hisoka who'll call you or leave playing cards around for you to know he's still alive and well. You may not be the smartest cookie in the batch but you know Hisoka hasn't and probably never do that for anyone else. His selfish nature being a unforgettable attribute he possesses.

Hisoka who's pressed tautly against you—his hard bulge grazing against your squishy belly. You're breathless and left wordless—your body being the only thing left to communicate with. You feel hot,so hot that you can feel how burning your hands are against Hisoka's muscular forearms. He stares down at you,his predator like eyes practically eating up your reaction of his action. He could see your body turn rigid yet you're still frame is like puddy in his experienced hands. You liked it,he knows you did. Otherwise you'd be resisting him—telling him you don't want him to touch you in such a way—to not spew such dirty things at you.

This makes Hisoka wonder how far can he go? Can he go as far putting his hand down your pants? Would you allow him to curl his extremities up into your warm hole as the two of you stand onto the calm sidewalk? Would you let him kiss the nape of your neck while he's hushing you to be mindful of people as you moan crazily on his fingers? Would you let him hump your plump jean clad ass as he gets you off on his hand?

Hisoka doesn't get to find out anything though because you've seem to finally be able to speak a sentence. "I-I have to go home 'Soka." The killer clown knows why you're saying that,knows who's waiting patiently for your promised arrival. He feels a sense of jealousy, a feeling he's never really bothered to feel before and that irks him to his core. Why? Because you were leaving him for Chrollo. He wonders if he should go with you and already begin the fight he's long been craving with the leader of the troupe. He can just see the vision of him basking in the blood of his own body and his dead's opponent,he'd beckon you over and seduce you gently,coaxing you into letting him fuck you in the pool of blood. Chrollo's dead body ominously watching as he ruts and thrusts into your body.

The fantasy alone makes Hisoka's hardened dick throb in his loosely fitted pants. But he pushes away his own lusts,smiling as he pulls away from your body. "Okay then let's go." He says cooly. You look at him with puzzlement though you drop the expression—after all you're on a time limit. He uses his arm that's connected to your waist to start the monument he stopped only a few minutes ago.

The walk to the car is quiet and awkward mostly for you. You can't shake off how that kiss made you feel...it makes you want to ask what you truly are to Hisoka. You know he does not see you as an equal—a fair opponent he wishes to fight to the death with. So like your thoughts earlier you're lead to believe you give Hisoka something he cannot go without—at least for now,til one dreaded day he's tired of you. You like to think though that you mean more to him than you really know—a comforting thought to have instead of impending death.

You wonder if Hisoka just sees you as something he wants to fuck. No—if he did than from the beginning he wouldn't have been so aloof to you. Why'd he have to be so confusing? You curse the man you've grown to weirdly cherish.

Hisoka opens the car door for you and you settle in,buckling your seat belt and fixing your clothes slightly. Before you know it he smoothly starts driving ,taking you home—the home Chrollo is patiently(impatiently) waiting for you at.

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Charcoal black eyes peer from the window of a cozy home. They watch as a obnoxiously bright car pulls up into the little drive through. Two people get out of the car,a shorter one and a much taller figure. The eyes recognize the shorter one as you—looking soft and pliable as you usually do. A bright smile plastered on your face as you hug the taller figure.

But the soft gaze the eyes held when they were staring at you is gone once they figure out just who exactly you're hugging. Chrollo wonders how this damn clown knows you—is this a ploy to get him to fight him faster? To use something he holds so incredibly dear against him? He wouldn't put it beneath Hisoka to do,nor himself though. He knows he's not all that much better compared to him.

But this is simply impossible,no one knows about you. No one even knows a shred of Chrollo's feelings for you...so maybe,just maybe this clown knows you for different reasons. Chrollo tells himself Hisoka doesn't even know your connection with him.

The man becomes so lost in thought he doesn't notice you've already made your way inside,bags in hands. His head snaps as he takes you in up close—walking over to you and reaching for the bags. "Woah,now I know I said I had a gift for you but you can't just take my bags Chrollo." You joke. Chrollo scoffs,amused,"My apologies,I must've gotten too excited."

"I guess I can let it slide since your visits are always a special occasion." You say with a bright smile,similar to the one you showed Hisoka. This irks Chrollo slightly but he just smiles back,happy to be in your warm presence once more. Chrollo sets the bags onto the table in your kitchen,knowing exactly what you're about to do.

He predicts you correctly because he feels your pillow like arms wrap around his shirtless middle. He could feel the affection you radiate for him—feeling it soak and burn itself into his body. It's the feeling of authenticity—real,not fake like Chrollo's learned emotions. That's why he liked being with you so much,you invoke a mystery feeling for him—a feeling he must learn to keep and nurture.

Your chubby face leans against the furriness of his warm jacket—the burning feeling of your cheek resting on his back. "I missed you." You croak out weakly. Were you crying for his long awaited absence? Chrollo smiles,wiggling his fingers to intertwine with yours that are securely wrapped around his torso. "I know you have my needy little spider. Tell me what you've been up to during my absence?"

Chrollo knew what you have been up to,always. But he wanted to see if you'd divulge in instances like Hisoka,an instance he had no clue about til now. How'd that slip past him? Would his little spider lie to him? He can't wait to see. He turns to face you,finding that yes,you were crying. Your eyelashes are wet and slightly more clumped together and your expression is frumpy—a small frown gently tugging at your lips. Chrollo hates and loves you're crying over him. He hates that you're sad and not crying because he's fucked you to the deepest edge of pleasure,those being the only tears you should be shedding with him. And he loves it because you're feeding into him so well,you're so receptive and even more affectionate than Chrollo himself. Perfect.

This is all going in fruition,all according to Chrollo's well thought out scheme. From your first ever encounter Chrollo found you intriguing and by the second one he knew he wanted you as strictly his. So the leader knows how gentle he has to be with you,knows he needs to slowly lead you into his obsessive hold. But tonight changed everything,Hisoka was involved with you. And that meant one thing to Chrollo—competition.

Chrollo doesn't know why the clown is interested in you but he knows for a fact that he's hanging around you for a specific reason. He's obsessed with something about you or worse obsessed with you as a whole. With Hisoka in the way,Chrollo can't smoothly lead you into his web and trap you. No,instead he has to deal with another greedy predator before he can get you.

"I'm too tired to talk about all that 'Ollo." You mutter. He knows he can't push you too far so he drops it for now. "Mmm,I knew you looked a little tired. Do you want to rest on me?" He offers gently. He sees you nod so he elegantly grips your hand pulling you with him as he sits down on one of your dining chairs.

"Chrollo I didn't think you meant on your lap!" You spew in a flustered manner. You wiggle in his grasp only making him wrap two strong arms around your fleshy middle. "Don't fight me,you'll never win. Just sit here with me." He says soothingly. You peer back at him—your body getting hotter as you get to see his handsome face in person once more. You note his cross tattoo on his forehead that sits in harmony with the rest of his handsome face,the nice slicked back comb over that shows off his pale and clear features. But nothing compares to the few times you seen Chrollo with his hair in his face—the style framing his facial structure in such a flattering way.

"Chrollo can I....?" There's a pause,the rest of the vowels and syllables unsure if they should continue. "Hmm?" He asks. "Can I play with your hair?" It comes out shy,too shy and it causes the man you're sitting on to burst out in laughter. "Whattt?" You whine. "Nothing,it's just how hesitant you were. It's cute,don't worry about it. But to answer,yes,you may."

He likes how you grin up at him for the agreement of your affection. But he finds it silly that you don't know how much he craves your touch. It's gentle and kind,much like you. Do you not notice how he always slightly hums when you rub him or even fiddle with his fingers? Do you not notice how he shuts his eyes contentment? It's amazing that you don't know what effect you have on him.

Your chubby hand reaches up and starts playing with the strands,occasionally going up further to calmingly rub at his scalp. It's silent,like it often is when you have Chrollo as company. You guys do talk but most of the time that is spent with Chrollo is tranquil—void of anything but quietness.

"Chrollo?" You call out again. "Hmm?" His eyes are shut,enjoying the treatment of having his hair played with. You don't know what compels you to ask this but after the events with Hisoka touching you in such a intimate way...you really can't help it. "How do you feel about me?"

The air is thick,coated with tension that the sharpest knife couldn't even cut. It feels like hours before he answers and honestly you felt like crying just out of the pure embarrassment you felt. Chrollo's grip on your middle runs down to your abundant hips—gripping possessively at them. "I feel happy around you...genuinely happy, in a way I haven't felt since I was a little kid in Meteor City. I feel real around you, like I don't have to reel you in with any charm or tricks because you simply like me. I like that simplicity of that,how you actually like me and I can't help but keep coming back for more of you. The way I feel about you (Reader)..." he grips even tighter on your pliant hips,"is something I never felt before."

Chrollo barely scrapped the tip of the iceberg of how he feels about you. He wouldn't dare tell you that he's deeply obsessed with your existence. Wouldn't even dare speak of the grotesque acts he's ordered down on others for the sake of the relationship he wants to build with you. That would ruin his slow conditioning he's enforced since day one.

"C-Chrollo I don't know what to say..." you slump in his lap,staring back at him in uncertainty. His warm lips lean down to grace the little exposed skin of your neck,"Then don't think..just feel how I want to you to feel for the rest of your time with me." Your brows crinkle at that,what could that possibly mean? But then you feel it...the feeling of Chrollo's talented hands explore the expanse of your body.

It feels like whiplash having this happen twice,especially so close in time. It almost makes you feel dirty—ashamed for allowing not one but two men to touch you in such a way. The only thing stopping you from pulling you away from Chrollo is how good his hands felt on your clothed body.

They wander,touching your covered chest—squeezing the fatty flesh in a vice grip. "You're...so soft." Chrollo murmurs,almost in a trance. "Mmf t-thank you!" You hurriedly spit out. His hand goes to your tummy—his slippery fingers creep underneath your thick turtleneck,the cool contact of his skin making you gasp lewdly. "You sound so good too." He hums.

Underneath you,you couldn't ignore the hard bulge pressing against your ass. You could feel the imprint of it,even the bent shaft that's partly stuffed into the side of his pocket. It's big—really big,at least it feels like it. Hands that lay beneath your shirt—touching and caressing the rolls that adorn the sides of your torso—the fingertips touch you so gently causing the illusion of soft kisses riddling your tummy. "You're such a sweet thing, everything about you is malleable,so moldable. You're perfect,so perfect." Chrollo whispers in your ear,the tone full of affection and lust.

"Don't say that...'M not perfect." You deny. "No but you are to me. You're everything I could ever want." He kisses your ear,a loving action. Ironic for a thief to say—to admit he's fulfilled with you yet he and his troupe still take from the weak. "I want to do something,is that okay with you,my spider?" You look up at him,glazing trust in your eyes that makes Chrollo melt. "Okay." You say breathlessly.

"Turn to face me,I want you to sit on one of my thighs,okay?" You look at him curiously but you still find your legs straddling his thigh. "Good,good." He places his hands back on your hips,the warmth making you feel even hotter than you initially were. "I want you to move now. You can do that right,(Reader)?"

"M-Move?" You repeat. Chrollo could see the worry paint your pretty features—he wants to laugh but he holds it in. "Don't think,my darling. Just do as I say. You'll feel good,I promise." His honeyed voice oozes dominance despite the leveled tone he speaks with. "Move." He says.

It's like there's some type of drug in his voice—something that compels you to follow his orders. You start moving very slowly on his thigh,barely feeling any friction. But the small moments you do your posture shoots up straight like an arrow and small pleasures gasps tumble off your tongue.

Chrollo watches you as he normally does—drinking in your reaction. This was rash—Chrollo wasn't planning to introduce something so sexual to you yet,he was going to wait to establish his feelings for you and organically build what he wanted with you—slowly grooming you for his obsessive and possessive ways to the point you wouldn't question him. But something in him snapped,perhaps it was the questioning of how he felt or the realization of Hisoka's unexpected company.

Chrollo's possessive and he supposes he wants leave a mark on you. He figures you hadn't let Hisoka get away with something this far and he'd be the first and only. "Take off your pants for me." You look up at him,anxiety coating your glazed pupils,"C-Chrollo no one's ever seen me like that before ..." His expression softens,the lust in his eyes practically fading away.

Perfect! Perfect! No one has touched or seen you in such a way,this was amazing news for the man vexed with you. He could have you fully to himself if he played his cards right��he has the urge to be greedy right now and completely strip you away from your virginity. But he decides against it,his little spider would take baby steps to him just like he planned. Plus he's already pushing the limits by initiating something so sexual.

"Oh my love,no need to be shy with me. I love how you look regardless,just trying to make you feel good,that's all. But I can't do that if you keep your pants and panties on." His tone is babying,talking down to you like a learning a child. "Would you please take them off for me, hmm?" He makes it sound like a suggestion but you get the feeling it's not—just a gentler method of getting what he wants from you.

You slide off his thigh,standing upright and leisurely unbuttoning your pants. It's slow,shy and accidentally seductive to the man before you. You could feel his eyes burn into you,making you even more insecure than you'd like to be. Chrollo usually makes you feel safe despite his dangerous status,yet something's different within him now. This is the first time you've ever felt smaller to Chrollo—powerless and forced to a meek little thing that obeys him. Chrollo feels carnal—lacking his gentleness he usually exudes,reduced to nothing more than a predator succumbing to his hunger.

Your pants pool to your ankles and you're regretfully reminded of the poor choice of underwear for this moment. They're dingy and old,comfort panties—not a really hot guy wants me to get half naked for him panties. It embarrasses you to no end so you find yourself quickly pulling them down—a stark contrast to the pace of your pants. But once you pull them down you feel another embarrassment,a more permanent one.

Hair litters your mound,blocking any view of the inner beauty that's in between the fat lips. At this point you wouldn't even like to indulge in anything with the man you find so attractive. Your hands go to cover your private area,ashamed of the hair that basically hides your pussy. "Don't—Don't hide for me. I want to see everything." He says.

"But I haven't shaved or anything and it doesn't even look good and and—" You're cut off—two strong arms wrap around your wrist to pull you in and once your are you're met with a hot kiss that quickly gets broken. "Nonsense,it's just as pretty as it would be bare. Don't shame what I want to call mine—saying it doesn't look good is an insult to me. Especially cause I'm so hard for you—look," he pauses to pull your hand to his throbbing length,"you feel that,that's for you,my shy girl." Your finger's carefully trace the shape,causing the man to wince a little in unreleased pleasure.

"As much as I'd like to feel you touch me...this isn't about me. Get on the edge of the table and spread your legs for me." You obey,awaiting the man's actions with opened legs. He hums appreciatively,eyeing the wet slit he gets to see now—he eats up how the the moisture slightly sticks to the pubes,finding it incredibly erotic knowing he made you that wet. His hands slide you even more forward to the point you'll fall front ways if he wasn't nestled in between your thighs.

He places his thigh to the height of your cunt,pulling you closer by your ass cheeks. You gasp as his fingers dig into the self made holes of cellulite that riddle your ass. Another gasp falls from you as he now fully sits you on his thigh. You wonder if it'll give out soon due to your not so light weight but you don't voice this,knowing Chrollo would wave the notion away.

"Now you can move." Chrollo states. It's a few seconds before you think to move but Chrollo gives a warning slap on your ass to obey him. Your shaking hands grip onto his muscular shoulders—your pelvis making an effort to move back and forth onto the expanse of his thigh.

Small mewls and whimpers of pleasure tumble out your o shaped lips. But that's not good enough for Chrollo—no he needs to hear you moan for him. He abuses his grip on your ass by forcing you to move faster—harder onto his leg. "Just like that...just like that. You're doing so good...I could feel your slick go through my pants,so cute how wet you are for me."

He leans into you,kissing your face affectionately in a loving manner instead of a lustful one. His lips set sights on the little skin of your neck that's exposed from the turtle neck and they latch on—sucking and biting his claim onto you. He pulls away to look at his work,admiring how the mark is a slight darker complexion compared to your skin color. His eyes watch at your expression—engrossed in your ajar mouth that moans for him and your shut eyes that are closed so tight the skin around your eyes wrinkle.

He feels his cock throb at the sight—the sight of your hips stuttering occasionally against him,the sight of your hairy pussy spread apart by his thigh—it's not only the view that leaves him throbbing it's feeling of your oozing wetness seeping into his pants,coating his pale skin underneath.

"Chrollo!" You whine,the grip of his shoulders tightening immediately. "You're gonna cum soon,aren't you?" You furiously nod. His hands once again move you faster against him,his grip onto your ass being unbreakable. "That's right...cum for me,yes that's a good girl. So good,so good!"

He feels your hurried breaths against him,the desperate whines that flee your parted lips—dull fingers dig into the warmth of his usual coat. You begin to feel like a weak tree flailing in the wind,loosing control of your own stimulated body. Your ministrations come to an halt,leaving Chrollo confused,he hasn't felt you cum so why'd you stop? "Why'd you stop?" The way he says it is calm yet you could hear the annoyance slightly oozing out. "Just need a break,'m not used to feeling so much." You reason breathlessly.

"Did I tell you to stop?" He asks. "No but—" He silences you with a sentence,"No,that's right. I didn't so that means don't stop." He slaps your ass roughly—a consequence,no a reminder he's the one who's in control. "I'm sorry Chrollo, I didn't mean it like that!" The man hushes you,rubbing your head gently,"I know,I know,you're not used to something like this but you just need obedient which I know such a smart girl like you can be. But instead of one orgasm,you're gonna have to give me as many as I would like,okay?"

You nod warily,not wanting to disappoint Chrollo once more. "Good girl. Now,start again." The minute you pick up momentum it's a never ending attack of orgasms against your cunt. You begin to lose hold of your conscious,only becoming a slobbering mess on top of Chrollo.

Babbles upon babbles escape you to the point you don't care what you say. You have no room to think—no room to even breath,the sex filled air snuffing your senses. And throughout each earth shattering orgasm Chrollo's there to talk you through it. Soft hymns of praises direct your eardrums to keep moving,to keep grinding your cunt on his thigh.

But you can't take it anymore,your abdomen aches from thrusting so hard,your heart is beating so rapidly,and not to mention the dull feeling that throbs uncomfortably between your dripping thighs. You slump forward into the shirtless man, unable to even hold your body up anymore,your back is met with Chrollo rubbing soft circles on it,kissing the side of your temple as he does so.

"Good,that's enough now. Let's take you to bed." You huff against him tiredly,furthering your position to lean on him more. He easily lifts you up,grabbing the underside of your thighs with his hand to keep your body snug against him. He walks you over to your bedroom,gently setting you down onto the fluffy mattress once he arrives.

He walks around your room,somehow knowing just which drawer you keep your panties in and he grabs a comfortable pair that he cautiously slides up your meaty legs. "Don't leave mee 'Ollo. Please,won't get to see you again." You sleepily call out. Chrollo smiles amusedly,"I won't leave. Don't worry. I'll take care of your while you sleep." He reassures,although it's a lie.

He would be leaving as soon as you shut your eyes but not because he wants to. Because has to. He knows you'll be upset about it in the morning,hurt and conflicted by his disappearance. You wouldn't have to suffer that any longer though,soon you'd always be by his side. He 'd have you in his web,soon,maybe sooner considering the complication of Hisoka.

He watches you collapse into slumber,leering over you like a overbearing shadow. His apparent bulge standing even more upright,he now wishes he had let your warm supple hand wrap around his cock while you pleasured yourself. He sighs,annoyed with himself. He supposes he could use your still moist cum and slick as lube when he gets back to his "home." That would be fine,his imagination could the rest of work just alright.

He gives you one last loving look before bending down and placing a soft kiss to your lips. With that Chrollo leaves you in the night,resting,knowing you'd be searching for him in the morning.

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It's been two whole weeks since you've seen both Chrollo and Hisoka. You've called and texted Hisoka,only to be met with voicemails and unread texts. You would've done the same with Chrollo but it would've been futile because the man always has new numbers due to his chosen profession.

Your heart burns and your brain won't stop scolding yourself for being so easy. You've gone all your life being untouched in such a way yet these two man in the same night made it seem like easy work. Maybe you were too trusting...putting too much faith in evil men. You wonder what you've done wrong...were you feeding in too much? Or were you too shy?

Tears sting your vision,blinding you as you attempt to stay attentive to the cheesy romcom you've put on for some comfort. You want to slap yourself and get a grip but you can't. Your booming heart hurts,the feeling of being used aches so deeply it's unforgettable. You begin to tell yourself that's all they possibly wanted from you anyway,you were just something entertaining,not anything of value.

Your mind goes back to the moments you've shared with them both,happy and memorable times that help aid the heaviness you feel weigh at you. What if you fought back their advances? What if you said you wanted to keep things strictly platonic despite the strong attraction to them both? What if? What if? What if? What if? Dozens of scenarios flash through your mind of what could be now if you just said no...

Your wallowing session is cut short though due to a sharp knock on the front door. You arise from your couch for the first time in hours and waddle over to the door. And once you open it you wish you weren't dressed like a hobo right now. The saggy oversized shirt and underwear combo not being a good look in front of the handsome man on the doorstep.

"Illumi!" You shout embarrassingly. You try to seem put together but you know it's useless. Your eyes are dark and baggy,your usual warm looking face is cold and sad. And that's without including the tear stains on your pudgy cheeks. You want to run and hide from Illumi's watchful gaze but you wouldn't even be able to run from him.

You can't help the urge to scrunch into yourself,to disappear into a hole and be swallowed completely for the shame that runs hot in your system. "Who made you cry?" He asks darkly. "Oh n-no one Lumi. I'm just real emotional lately because of hormones.."

The lie doesn't seem to work because Illumi because he only asks again only more irritated. Normally you wouldn't dare to tell Illumi about someone that hurt,knowing the man would murder the person who upset you. But you're so vulnerable,so hurt,so sensitive and needy for any sense of comfort. That neediness leads you crashing into the leanly muscled chest of Illumi as you sob and tell him what transpired two weeks prior,regrettably leaving out no details.

Needless to say the man who came over here to ask(demand) for your hand in marriage is furious. Of course,they got to you first. Of course,they already exposed you to the carnal urges that Illumi's been barely able to hold back in your presence. The pale man attempts to not take his anger out on you but he can't help it. The loose grasp he held on you,now tightening uncomfortably so. You attempt to pull away from him but his strength keeps you towards his chest.

"Lumi,you're hurting me!!" You don't sound upset,only panicked. You know the man isn't used to his strength,similar to a baby who just learned to walk. That snaps him out of it and he loosens his hold,blinking coyly as does so. "Apologies." He says. "It's okay just be gentle with me,I'm not like you. I can't take such force casually."

He nods thoughtfully,staring down at you with his empty doll like eyes. "Umm would you like to come inside? I'll make us some tea and then I'll even play with your hair too if you'd likeee." You say singsong. You didn't have to bribe Illumi with playing with his hair he would've came inside regardless—finding you and your home comforting. That's not even putting in account how much Illumi missed you.

"Okay." He agrees plainly. "Good!" You say happily,pulling him in. The pair of you walk into your home,Illumi shutting and locking the door behind him. "Sorry for the mess...I've been a little sad since you know..." It angers Illumi that you missed them so much,that they made you hurt,that they had your attention. And what about him? Had you forgotten him since you weren't nursing him back to health anymore?

Illumi couldn't have you caring more about anyone besides him. Jealousy floods through his veins,that's he's far too angry to communicate. "You could sit down 'Lumi! I'll be in just a minute." You turn to walk to the kitchen only to be stopped by a strong grasp. You look down at Illumi's clasped hand around your wrist. "Lumi?" You voice,confused.

"Stay. I want you to sit with me." His request is void of emotion,sounding like a reading of a poor script but you know better than that. You know he's missed you but can't express it in the proper way. "Okay,whatever you want Illumi." You smile at him,kind and in the gummy way he often thinks about.

The stoic man ends up sitting in between your thighs,the position being decided on the offer of playing with his hair which you're happily doing. You hum as you do so,fingers running in the silky follicles. Your talk mostly about what you've been up to,deciding to leave Hisoka and Chrollo out of it after you dumped that information to the assassin earlier. Illumi only talks when you ask him a question about his life and it's always met with something vague that you don't mind at all.

Your meaty fingers start to work on a small braid in his hair but your fingers stutter when Illumi asks a odd question. "Did you enjoy it when Chrollo and Hisoka touched you like that?" The silence is deafening and you swear you could feel yourself swallow your lax tongue. " Lumi why would you want to know that?"

"Answer." He demands. You sigh,feeling ashamed of your answer,"Yes." At this point your hands have let go of the man's hair,finding refuge in your lap where they twiddle with other fingers. "Would you enjoy it if I touched you like that?" The question sounds innocent but the implication of what he's asking sinks into you.

"Illumi I don't think you know what you're saying..." You mutter shyly. "I do,I know of sexual intercourse and I know that's something I'd like to do with only you." Heat rushes up your body,his blunt words absorbing in your mind. "Illumi...I don't know what to say."

"Say you'd like to have sex with me too. I plan to make you my betrothed,to make you the mother of future heirs. I'd take care of you and bed you every night." One thing you missed about Illumi was his curt honesty but his multiple confessions were too much to handle right now. "Lumi are you okay? This is all so sud—"

Your breath catches in your throat when Illumi turns back out his dull eyes starring into yours and at this moment you realize how grave this situation is. Illumi's not one for sarcasm or for doing things without cause. You know he means every word he said.

"I am fine,I just want to make you mine and breed you already. Marry me (Reader)." Your eyes go wide and your mouth flacks open. This is just too much too process! Only thirty minutes ago you were wallowing in sadness and desperation and presently you just got offered a marriage proposal.

"Illumi I can't just give an answer right now...I do care for you a lot and—" Illumi asks a pointed question,"Do you love me?" Do you love Illumi? You think of him often,you call him all the time,you connect with him. He has a special place in your heart as the quiet man you saved so long ago..so yes,you do love Illumi.

"Yes I do but I can't just marry you so soon.You haven't even asked to be my boyfriend yet,let alone a husband." You say gently. Illumi looks confused,"Why not? Do you need convincing?" Your brows raise in curiosity,what type of convincing could change your mind about out of the blue engagement?

Illumi answer that question the moment he pounces on your dry lips,his desperate tongue moistening the skin as he begs for entrance inside. Due to shock you accidentally give him an opening and he takes it instantly. You feel bad for your stinky breath that most likely tastes like junk food but Illumi doesn't seem to care as he grips your chubby face in his hands.

He pulls away and searches your eyes for an answer, a clue on how you feel about his actions."I want to fuck you. I want to claim you so no other man like Chrollo and Hisoka can ever say they've been inside you. I want you now. Let me take you please."

Maybe the hungry kiss drove your brain to mush? Maybe the need for comfort kicked in at it's ultimate form? Or maybe it was the pool of slick that built up in your plain cotton panties—that convinced you to say yes. The second the man gets your agreement,you're forced to lay flat on your back,legs spread and your t-shirt raised to your braless chest.

Illumi slots himself in between your thighs,his cool and slender hands running up and your textured legs. Your brain scolds yourself for not shaving the limbs,you feel the need to apologize for being so hairy but you're stopped by Illumi's vague praise. "So soft. You feel good."

Illumi's hands travel higher to your inner thigh gripping the excess fat that adorns it. His grasp is bruising and stings in a way but it feels pleasant at the same time. Black eyes stare straight at your mound,locked in on the wet spot produced by slick. He moves with quickness to slide off his loosely fitting pants leaving him in his briefs that are fighting to constrain his hard length.

Pale hands pull your form closer to him—his bulge now flush with your cunt. Your legs rest on his shoulders while he experimentally thrusts his hips. He languidly moves back and forth against the warmth of your cunt. You begin to unsteadily breath as the tip of dick makes contact with your clit, a faint keen fleeing from your mouth. Squeaks here and there come from you,on the other hand your counterpart is being completely silent.

The only way you could tell Illumi is finding the friction pleasurable is his oozing tip dripping pre-cum. It feels slightly embarrassing to you that you're the only one crying out from stimulation especially because that's one of the few sounds you can hear besides the sounds of chaffing fabric. You want to hear Illumi feeling good too—the solo of your sexual noises not being good enough any longer.

Your hands gently reach for the roots of his hair and ever so slightly tug—the man groans quietly but you could still hear it. But similar to the silence of the room—rubbing crotches isn't enough anymore. "Closer 'Lumi,wanna feel you." The man wordlessly curves you body into a U shape,your hips being arched and your lower body resting on his muscular chest. He slides off your panties and places you down on your back.

"Spread." He directs. You obey and spread your legs hesitantly,still shy of being unshaven. Illumi seems irritated of the slow pace and just grabs your inners thighs flat onto the couch. You gasp,finally feeling the cool air on your spread slit. You could feel his hold on your thighs bring the beginning throbbing of bruises staring to form—the sharp pain making your brain dizzy.

"Not so rough 'Lumi..." you warn. He seems to pay you no mind and instead you could feel the grasp tighten. Something hazes his usual empty eyes—lust dominating him and distracting him. Illumi pulls out his bobbing cock—resting his pants underneath his full balls to keep them from interfering.

You're left scared for a few minutes...wondering if this is the very scary second you'll lose your virginity. But instead you're shocked when Illumi's smart fingers squish your fat lips together and slowly so very slowly place his cock in between the moist lips.

The man in between thrusts with a animalistic groan the comes from deep in his covered chest. His cock is warm and it gets even warmer the more frequent his thrusts rub against you cunt. The tip of his cock gently prods and pokes at your clit,making you arch up and whine airily.

" Lumi...!!" You moan. The man looks down at you as he pistons his hips between the fleshy folds—his doll like eyes staring straight into your soul. "You feel,"a low grunt cuts him off,"so good." His thin brows knit together as he admires the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your lips—he groans heartily,enjoying the sight.

There's a crude ring that loudly can be heard throughout the room. Illumi stops his sharp thrusting and glares down at the device interrupting the moment he's been longing for such a long time. He reaches for the phone in his back pocket,answering with a hint of anger in his voice.

However after only a few seconds that anger seemingly melts away. You watch curiously as he seems very interested in whatever the other person on the line has to say. After a few more moments he hangs up and looks at you,"I'll be back,I have something to take care of." He leans down to place a kiss on your forehead—sliding your panties back up onto your spread legs.

"Wait! You can't just leave Illumi! What's so important you have to leave me?" You sound desperate and pouty—unintentionally making you cringe. There's silence before Illumi calmly says,"I have a match to the death." You can practically feel any color of your skin flee your body,"What?! Illumi no! Stay with me please! You can't leave me." It's silly to stop someone who practices in death to not do such a thing—you know that but desperation claws at your heart.

"Please Illumi,stay with me! We can get married and do whatever you'd like but please don't...you might die." Illumi raises a thin brow,"I won't. I'm doing this so I can stay with you. So one else can take your attention away from me." You look at a Illumi with pleading eyes—fat tears threatening to spill,"What do you mean 'Lumi?"

"Chrollo and Hisoka,they're trying to take you away from me. I have to fight them to have you." If the news of him wasn't heart wrenching enough—the information of his opponents being two other men you also hold dear to felt organ failing. You're silent and empty of any feeling for a good minute,your brain and heart so confused on what to feel—to do.

"You can't! Illumi you can't! Please,I'll only belong to you! Just don't go!" You grab onto his lax hand,bringing it to your shaking chest. "I have to. They'll take you away from me if I don't."

You peer at him,glassy eyes staring determinedly to come up with a way for all of them to live.

There had to be something—a solution to ease the pain of losing two of the men who's charmed their way into your life. It finally hits you—they could all share you! They could compromise something,a deal that would leave them satisfied and alive.

"You don't have to that Illumi. You could all share me...I'd still belong to you, just differently." Illumi frees his hand from your touch,"No. I don't want to share you. You belong to me."

You look at him pleadingly gripping his hand,"Please,'Lumi,I'll never be the same if all of you can't be in my life..please." Illumi liked you as you are—kind,gentle,loving and affectionate,so the promise of you not being the same woman he met almost a year ago disheartens him.

He remembers how you welcomed him into your home,constantly being at his side and treating him with so much worry. He couldn't bare to imagine to only have you as a shell of a woman he used to know—the thought being unbearable.

His doll eyes stare into your teary ones deciding that's it better to have a part of you than to have just a shell of what you used to be. "Okay." He hesitantly agrees.

He doesn't miss how you immediately brighten up—smiling widely and tackling him to the floor in a rejoicing hug. He wraps his arms around your round middle, hoping he didn't make the wrong choice.

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"Look at how many marks they left on you...I thought we would take your first time together but they're just barbaric with you,my dove." The voice purrs out. Long nails trail up your neck that's littered with different and shapes of marks.

"Oh shut up Hisoka, don't act like you don't mark her up." Chrollo hisses. "I'm not saying that but I'm lot more efficient than you. Look—,"Pale hands make work to lift up your pant less leg,showcasing the heart like mark the clown has made,"Isn't it just so much prettier than what you two have left on her?"

"It doesn't matter the marks,she doesn't complain when my fingers are inside h—" You slap your hand over the assassins mouth," Illumi! You can't say things like that!" Thin brows furrow,"Why not?" You huff and sigh," Never mind 'Lumi."

"Illumi's right (Reader),you shouldn't be so shy about thing like that, at least with us. After all tonight's the night." Chrollo says.

That's right,this is the day that was agreed upon,the night the all fuck you,the night they strip you away of your virginity. A few months ago before this night happened it was equally agreed upon they'd all be present during first time and from then on they could fuck all they want when they have their turn with you. This was the only thing the loose binding holding the arrangement of sharing you,the only thing keeping them from getting rid of one another. You'd been so lost with the constant courting from the three men and the jealousy that's constantly paired with obsession that this agreed date had completely slipped your mind. Suddenly you could feel all the anxiety hit you like a ton of bricks.

The most intuitive of the three men seems to notice you visibly stiffening up. "Oh my love,don't be so scared. You'll just have to worry about being on your cocks and that's all you'll have to worry about,okay?" Chrollo comforts. "See? I'm gonna get you all ready and nice and wet for me—I mean us and then you'll be feeling too good to even care." Almost to cement his words Chrollo begins to suckle at your already bruised neck,making other marks. You whine and grip at him,already whimpering pathetically at the simple touch.

"I can't let you just hog her." Hisoka makes a move to slither himself in between your legs,forcing your sitting position to become a laying one. He easily slides of your panties to which you notice he puts in the pocket of his pants. He pulls you away from the Chrollo by grounding your lower half closer to his face. He practically smooches his face and your pussy against each other. You could and hear how he inhales your scent,how his fingers part the fat hairy lips to get a better whiff. He inhales the musky scent—moaning loudly when he can catch the natural musk of the wet organ.

"You smell so good,my dove! But I bet you taste even better.." As soon as said those words his tongue dives into the tight canal—a keen of shocked pleasure coming from you. "Mmm,you feel good,spider?" You nod but that's not the answer the man on top of you wants. He taps the fat of your hips and gives a firm grasp,"Use your words. You have such a pretty voice to answer me with."

"I feel good!" You say—already breathless with the stimulation. "Yeah,who's making you feel good?" You grips his shoulders tighter,"You are!" A hard slap comes to your cellulite ridden thigh,a reminder of the man that's so faithfully fucking your hole with his tongue,"And S-Soka!" The man in between with your thighs rewards you for your answer by moving up to suck your clit,replacing his tongue for fingers instead now.

Chrollo would've preferred you stuck with him only but he doesn't voice that,too distracted by the pebbling nipples underneath the ragged shirt. His hand moves to lift up the shirt and once he does he can't help but eat up the beauty before him. There you are,breasts slightly drooping,the natural weight of them hanging them lower and your hard nipples that are begging to be sucked on. But he can't forget the most supple part of you—your tummy that's constantly moving up due to your heavy breathing,that looks so grippable and plump—and oh my god the soft rolls between the layers of skin makes him want to just sink his fingers into the flesh while he's carefully thrusting into you.

"You're so beautiful,so pretty..." He runs his fingers across your skin,igniting goosebumps to flare up. He bends down to suckle on your breast,you could feel the slight bites and pulls he does with his mouth which has you arching and begging for more. Suddenly another grip is felt and you turn to see an all too focused Illumi,massaging and groping the fat. You almost forgot about his presence due to his lack of talking and action.

He leans down to bring your lips into a feverish kiss. With each lick of Hisoka's tongue,with Chrollo's comforting sucking on breast and Illumi's hungry touch and kiss you find yourself jerking away from their touch. Jumping and flinching away from any affection,the feeling of an orgasm being too strong to handle. But three strong men hands stop you from moving away from the pleasure,forcing you to feel every wave and earthquake that comes crashing down onto your body.

You stay panting open mouthed into Illumi's, body shaking and trying to recover. Chrollo finally pops off your boob,a small smile painting his dark features. "You did so good. So,so,so good." Hisoka arises from your thighs,"Mmh and you tastes so good too." He rubs your unshaven legs,squeezing and gripping the flesh harshly as he does so. He licks the sheeny slick off your lips,making your turn away from the lewd sight.

"Do you think one orgasm has helped you eased up a little?" Chrollo asks. You're about to nod but you remember his words a few minutes and instead opt for verbally answering,"Yes,I can handle everything now."

Chrollo and Hisoka stare at Illumi,warningly. "We're letting you be in her first because you're a virgin too but if you can't control yourself we won't hesitate to hurt you." Chrollo spits out with venom. "And here," Hisoka tosses a colorful green condom his way,"put this on before you fuck her. You won't be breeding her anytime soon." Illumi catches the colorful item and looks at it in disdain,much preferring to fill you with his kids instead. He doesn't resist though and snuggly slides on the protection. You find it intimidating how you're the only one really showing the most skin,Illumi just having his cock out of his pants and Chrollo and Hisoka still relatively clothed as well.

The male walks to your spread legs,his cool hands making sure to spread them even farther for better access. He slots himself between them and places his upper half to partly lean against yours, chest flush with yours. He cradles your face in his single hand and very slowly begins to slide into you.

Your moans and his slight gasps pair together before he's fully in. You felt your self shape and stretch to accommodate the length inserted. "Oh...'Lumi." Your meaty hands reach for his back,slotting the fingers into the muscles on it. He begins an unsure thrust,still trying to get used to the warmth and wetness he could still feel even with the condom. But once he gets the momentum he's practically ramming into,forcing you to call and moan for him,the hands on his back scratching at it.

The motions of the hands stop though because Chrollo reaches for it,bringing it low to touch his now free and throbbing cock. He looks at you expectantly,hunger and desire eating up his charcoal eyes. You wrap an unsure hand around the length,going up and down at a even pace. "Fuck...just like that (Reader). Doing so good." He praises.

You're met with another hungry man,begging for much needed attention. Hisoka's hand turns your face towards your him, a throbbing pink tip being only near millimeters away from your lips. "Say ahh~" You expect him to place his cock in your mouth but instead a long line of saliva falls flat on your tongue. "Swallow it." You do and that's met with astounding praise,"Good girl! Now you deserve my dick." Hisoka slowly slides the the expanse of his dick inside your mouth.

You struggle to move your head but the man aids you by moving your head for you,a large hand bobbing your head up and down. “Mmf! You’re doing so good! Taking me so well!”

You feel yourself melting into the pleasure you’re receiving and giving. You feel comfortably void of any thought—the body taking over any type of consciousness. You don’t know how long you feel Illumi thrust into,making you see stars when he’s particularly rough—you know though that you cum with a muffled moan that vibrates against Hisoka’s cock.

It’s a domino effect it seems—Illumi cums soon after then Chrollo who spurts his cum on your hand and face,finally Hisoka cums in your throat—a slender hand rubbing against the pudge of your cheek,rewarding you for the hard work.

You slump against the bed,feeling like you can actually focus and breath again. “ ‘m tired.” You mumble against Hisoka’s smooth thigh. “No no,that just won’t do. You’re not done yet.” Hisoka purrs. You sit up,”What do you mean?” Chrollo wipes off his cum that’s partially splattered on your forehead and other cheek,bringing his hand to your lips to clean him up. You do while he says something that makes your tired body prepared again,”We want more. We want to feel you more.”

Illumi shows how serious those words are by his flaccid cock getting hard inside again. “It’s my turn to be in her Illumi,don’t be greedy.” Hisoka says. “I get to have her mouth.” Chrollo says happily,already caressing your puffy lips.

For the rest of the night they use you as a unit—abusing every hole they can get their greedy cock in. Working as a group for their own selfish reason—you.

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tommydarlings · 1 year

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i love your hands | c.s

pairing: mean!dom!carlos x sub!reader

warnings: smut, chocking, dacryphilia, brief mention of orgasm denial, very brief mention of public sex

w/c: 1.5k

summary: You slowly noticed how you got more and more obsessed with Carlos’s hands… what you didn’t notice tho, was how Carlos noticed that aswell — and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he wouldn’t show you that in the best way possible.

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It was almost like a hobby. A daily hobby that you're too good at already.

Staring at Carlos’s hands, or — how your friends would probably call it, being utterly obsessed with them.

But you just couldn’t help it. Those manly, hairy hands, sometimes some of them decorated with silver rings were just really making you feel something.

It was almost like you orgasmed just from looking at his fingers playing with his silver ring, big finger moving along the round shape of the small piece of jewellery while you squeezed your thighs together, desperately trying to hide a whine that wanted to escape.

Lily, Alex's girlfriend looked over to you, “Are you okay y/n? You look a bit zoned out, honey.” She asked you in a concerning tone.

'Oh no, yeah, I am totally fine! I am just seconds away from creaming my pants because of the way that my boyfriend is playing with his little ring, thanks for asking, lily!'

No way in hell you could say that.

Carlos quickly turned his head and looked over into your direction, leaning his body a bit forward to take a closer look at your face and body, only then noticing how you rubbed your naked thighs together.

He really begged you to wear that red dress, so you did.

You shortly nodded, “Oh, yeah! I an fine, don’t worry.”

“Are you sure, cariño? You really look like you're a bit…distracted by something.” Carlos said as one of his hands reached over and got a hold of your thigh, briefly squeezing it while his big brown eyes looked at your facial expression.

His thumb rubbed short circles onto your hot skin, making it all even worse than before since his veiny hands were even closer to where you currently needed him the most.

You gulped before you nodded again, obviously lying, “No, y-yeah, I‘m fine.” You replied.

Your boyfriend came closer to you, so close that his big nose ran along your jaw, briefly giving it an innocent peck, “Just so you know cariño, I don’t believe you.” He told in a strong Spanish accent before he put his body away from yours again.

Alex and lily smiled at Carlos's sweet and romantic action, turning their focus back to their food again.

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“Gosh.” You quietly muttered to yourself before you closed the door of the public restroom, fingers brushing themselves through your hair as you took a deep breath and looked in the mirror.

You seriously couldn’t remember the last time you saw yourself getting so unbelievably red because of a man.

With your eyes closed, you let your fingers squeeze the hard countertop top as somebody opened the big door made out of wood.

Suddenly, you felt a big, strong hand slowly making it's way around your throat, squeezing it. You gasped in pure shook, but then you calmed down a bit as you noticed that it’s Carlos who is standing behind you.

Your visibly smaller hands left the countertop, “Ni siquiera lo pienses, cariño.” Don’t even think about it, baby. He told you in a deep and demanding tone as he noticed how you wanted to remove his veiny hand that’s currently having your throat in a tiny chokehold.

You gulped, the feeling of swallowing your nervousness down feeling harder than ever,

“You're gonna listen to me very carefully now, okay?” Big lips gliding along the top of your head before you bottom lip started to tremble.

“Voy a hacer contigo contra esa puerta de allí lo que sea que tenga ganas de hacer contigo ahora, y si desobedeces y abres tu gran boca y dices algo mocoso, voy a hacer que te arrepientas tanto que nunca más te atreverás a abrir la boca.” I'm gonna do with you against that door over there whatever I feel like doing with you now, and if you disobey and open your big mouth and say something bratty, I am gonna make you regret it so unbelievably much that you will never dare yourself to open your mouth ever again.

You briefly closed your eyes and then opened then again only to see Carlos looking at you through the big mirror now,

“¿Entendido?” Understood? He asked you.

You wildly nodded, “Sí.” yes.

“Bien.” Good. He replied before he grabbed you by your upper arm and swiftly lead your figure over to the big wooden door, locking it before he turned around, looking down at you, not breaking the eye contact.

Carlos quickly got removed your thong, stuffing it into the back pocket of his blue trousers before he put his hand around your throat again and messily kissed your soft lips.

You both groaned and moaned into each others mouths. After some while of sharing messy open mouth kisses, your boyfriend's hand made it’s way down to your wet pussy, fingers toying a bit with your clit.

“C-Carlos-” you whined desperately, knowing he could do way more.

“Yes, cariño?” He asked cheekily, knowing exactly what you want from him, fingers now gently touching your wet entrance but not entirely entering you yet.

You gulped as one of your hand swiftly grabbed his wrist but he wasn’t a fan of that. “What did I say, huh?”

“You-,” briefly choking on your breath, “You said that if I open my mouth-”

“Bratty behaviour counts aswell, zorra.” slut. Carlos told you harshly in a strong Spanish accent before his big hand left your throat and grabbed your wrist in a quick motion, pinning it against the wooden door.

You gasped as soon as you felt the back of your hand colliding with the big door and Carlos’s fingers finally entering your desperate cunt, moving them in a rather slow motion in and out of you, making you cry out and whine as a tiny part of palm repeatedly touched your clit.

You closed your eyes and let your head fall forward, forehead touching his hard and moving chest but Carlos didn’t like that — he picked with his other hand your head back up and forced you to look up at him.

And only after a few seconds of intensely staring at the Spaniard, you realised that he had dropped your arm. So you saw that as the perfect chance to pursue a second attempt at slowing his moving hand down since he got way faster by now.

“I dare you to do it, cariño.” He muttered deeply, Spanish accent making it sound even more attractive. “Do it and I’ll stop right now and drag you out of this restroom and make you sit your bratty ass down again, eres una pequeña perra desagradecida.” You ungrateful little bitch. Hand now gliding up the skin of your throat again, squeezing it as he looked down at your begging figure.

“P-Please Carlos-” you begged as he went even faster, quickly bringing tears to your eyes.

“Just be a good girl for me and you’ll may get anything you want, cariño.” He said in a quiet but stern tone, thumb caressing the side of your neck.

His long fingers went faster again, going knuckles deep into your wet pussy while you were squeezing your eyes shut to let the tears fall down your red cheeks.

Carlos groaned as he looked down at his fingers moving in and out of your cunt, “I should probably leave you here right on the edge, right now.” Making you shot your wet eyes open, looking up at him while you repeatedly shook your head.

“No?” He asked teasingly with a tiny smirk, “Why not? You were a dirty little brat, cariño.” Fingers slowing a tiny bit down but entering your pussy now even deeper, making your roll your eyes into the back of your head.

He came closer to you so he could properly whisper in your ear, “I knew that you were staring at my hands the entire time, you little slut.” Fingers slowing down with every word he said, making you whine.

“If I would have fingered your tight little cunt right under that table you probably would have let me, zorra.” slut.

You shook your head, “N-No! Please don’t s-slow down c-carlos, por favor.” You begged while tears made their way down your temples.

Your hands were shaking next to your body, you were trying so hard to not let them shot up and catch his wrists since you know you would never get to cum then if you would do that.

Suddenly, Carlos finger got faster again, making your legs shake as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching you.

You bit back a loud and whiny scream, “I-I'm gonna cum, Carlos-”

“You're not gonna ask me for permission? How rude, cariño-”

“Please! C-Can I please cum.” You loudly cried out, tears staining your hot face while your hands were forming tight fists next to your shaking body.

“Puedes correrte, ahora.” You may cum, now.

You screamed and whined as you fell to your knees. Carlos did not stop his movements, instead, he was going down with you and no matter how hard you tried to wiggle way from his fast movements, he always followed you and didn’t give you a single break.

Then, as carlos looked down at your shaking figure, he noticed how you tried to say something,

“You wanna say something, pretty girl?” Brushing your hair out of your face. You nodded before you slowly opened your mouth and mumbled,

“I l-love your hands, so m-much.”

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dangerousstrawberryshark · 3 years

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Private Show

A/n: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I hope y'all like this fic! Procrastination is a horrible thing. I felt so dirty writing this, even though I do this almost every single time.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Camboy Male reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Bottom male reader, Top Chris Evans, daddy kink, degradation, dirty talk, thigh fucking, and jealous Chris?

Word Count: 3195

Summary: Chris Evans wants you to give him a private show. Just you and him over a webcam. But maybe he’ll get to meet you in person.

I hope you’ll enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad! And for any errors that are found.

If you like this and wanna read more, you can go to my masterlist.

KEYS:

M/N: Male name

L/n: Last name

C/U/N: Chris Username (Y’all get to decide what name he gets. Couldn’t come up with anything)

F/S/D: Favorite Starbucks Drink (You never had Starbucks, then just pick a random drink)

E/c: Eye color

H/c: hair color

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DISCLAIMER: I MEAN NO OFFENSE OR DISRESPECT TO ANY OF THESE CELEBRITIES. THIS IS JUST FICTION.

I may have changed the request a little bit… (actually, I think I changed everything.)

ALSO, YOU ARE AGE 25 YEARS OLD IN THIS! Okay, that’s it, you may proceed to the fic.

MINORS DNI. FEMALE READERS… I’ll ALLOW YOU TO READ MY FICS BUT DO NOT FETISHIZED ANY OF MY STORIES

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*Sigh*

Chris sighed as he was sitting there naked and with his cock in his hands. He rubbed his head in frustration, throwing his head back. ‘Same old stuff.’ He thought. He hasn’t jerked off in months, and so he was extra horny.

He was scrolling through several different porn videos on Pornhub but nothing interested him. ‘What about something new?’ He thought, moving his cursor to open a new tab.

His fingers were typing away to look up a specific type of porn. Once done, it read, “Gay Pornhub”, he pressed enter. The page loaded to show many types of porn videos, Chris had never seen before.

‘What about this one?’ Chris thought, clicking on the video and waiting for it to load. The title was, “Step-daddy and Step-son ‘Hanging’ out” video was done loading.

The video started with a young male with a lean but somewhat muscular body, lying on his stomach reading something on his phone.

He was only wearing underwear that hugged his ass amazingly.

The camera zoomed in on the boy's plumped ass. Moving up slowly. Chris has to admit, the boy was sexy as hell. Then an older man came in. He looked to be 30 or something. He was the definition of daddy and alpha.

He was shirtless, showing off his hairy chest and muscular body. "Since your mother is out, how about we hang out?" The guy said in the video.

The other male nodded. The next scene was them both hanging out, watching TV. The camera then zoomed in on the step-dad crotch. He had a noticeable bulge.

"I can help you with that daddy. I know mom doesn't let you touch her or have sex with her, but you can touch me." The young man said, rubbing the other guy's bulge.

He spoke in a seductive tone that turned Chris on. His meaty cock got rock hard from the boy seducing the hot daddy.

"Fuck, m/n! Do you want to be a good boy for daddy? How about you wrap that little mouth around my cock?" The daddy growled into the m/n's ears.

'So that's his name?' Chris thought, rubbing his cock to the two males now making out.

It then escalated to m/n removing the man's boxers and giving him the best blowjob of his life.

"That's right m/n~ wrap those pretty lips around my big cock… oh fuck… you suck cock better than your mother. A good little slut for me." The older male said, running his fingers through your soft hair.

Chris's cock was leaking already, cock head becoming red. "So fucking hot! Better than regular porn." He said, throwing his head back in pleasure.

The camera view turned into 1st point of view, with the older male looking down at the other one giving the blowjob.

Chris's mind began to change. Instead of thinking about females' lips wrapped around his cock, it was filled with the thought of your lips wrapped around his cock.

'Want those beautiful lips around my cock.' Chris thought, jerking off faster to the thought.

Then he heard moaning. "A-ah~ daddy! Mmm… wreck my… b-boy pussy!" You moaned as the other male thrust into him.

"Yeah, I'll fuck this little boy pussy. Such a slut, seducing your step-dad into cheating on his wife with her son? But this is worth it." The other male groaned as he felt you tighten around him.

'Yeah, like that baby. Tighten that sweet boy pussy around my cock. Milk me off my cum.' Chris moaned, wishing he was the one fucking your plumped ass. Rubbing his nipples for more stimulation.

"Mmm, daddy, please! Keep fucking me!" You moaned as the daddy picked up the pace.

'Don't worry baby. Daddy will fuck you faster.' Chris was lost in his thoughts of fucking you.

He began to thrust his cock into his hands, thinking it was your tight hole. It's was only his first gay porn video, and he was already hooked.

Much hotter than straight porn. Most specifically, he was hooked on you. "F-fuck… I'm gonna cum~"

'Cum for me baby. Gonna fill these buns with my cream!' Chris groaned, jerking off faster, nearing his end.

"CUMMING!" you moaned, your cock releasing its load. The daddy in the video burst inside you.

Chris felt cum burst out of his cock and all over his muscular chest. 'That was the best orgasm I ever had.'

Chris never shoots that big of a load before. This was his first. 'So fucking hot.' Though Chris was kind of jealous of the man in the video.

(Mostly because he got to fuck you and cum inside.)

Chris found his new favorite porn to jack off to. And a new favorite pornstar.

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Over the next few days, Chris was hooked. Curiosity got to him again.

He wanted to know if there were more videos with you. Your name was mentioned in the video, so he just looked you up. And there you were. A verified account, millions of views, a lot of followers.

Chris binge-watched all your videos, cumming several times. He at least came 4 times, draining his big cum-filled of its essences after months.

He got premium just to watch your other videos. It was safe to say, he was kind of obsessed with you.

he was kind of jealous of the guys that got to have sex with you. He loved the way you moan, your beautiful face, and your plumped ass. The way it jiggles whenever the other guy would thrust into you.

Even though it all started days ago. He wanted to feel your hole clench around him, your fat ass jiggling whenever he thrust his pelvis into you. When Chris found out about your only onlyfans, he immediately made an account.

And since then became your biggest donator. He would donate hundreds of thousands of dollars. You took notice of this.

XxxXxxX (I don’t think I did this part correctly?)

Chris was sitting there, cock in hand, as he watched you over a webcam. He gave his cock a few strokes. It was rock-hard and leaking pre-cum from the tip.

You were shoving a large 10-inch dildo inside your plump tight hole. Chris was turned on by your hole just swallowing the whole thing. Of course, he had dirty thoughts about having sex with you. He could imagine the way your hole would swallow his cock.

He was also reading the comments. And of course, they were filled with horny people. Mostly men. Some were:

“You make me so horny!” “Shove that dildo inside that tight boy-pussy!”

“I wanna fuck you.” this made Chris a little jelly

“Boy-pussy is probably still tight.”

Your moans were music to his ears. "You wish this dildo was you, daddies? You want to fuck my boy-pussy?" You moaned, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

'Fuck, yes baby boy. I want to fuck that little hole. Have you riding daddy’s 12-inch cock.' Chris groans, stroking his cock faster. He was close and you were close too.

“You wanna cum inside me? Want me to milk your cock of all its cum?” you said, thrusting the dildo faster while dirty talking to your audience. It hit your prostate deep inside.

Chris stroked his cock harder at the thought. ‘Fuck yeah… Wanna cum inside that ass.’ he could feel his cock twitch, pre-cum gushing out from the tip. “F-fuck, daddy! I’m close.”

'Cum for daddy baby boy. Cum all over you that chest of yours. Be a good slut for me!'

"I'M CUMMING!" You moaned. 'Me too!' Chris groaned, his meaty cock shooting its load. His cum covered his chest and hand.

At that time, you came as well. Your cock twitched a little. "I wish this dildo was your cock and you were filling me up." You said before ending it.

'Me too baby boy. Wish I was there.’

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Chris was at a local Starbucks in Boston. Ordering some tea, but then he noticed a familiar face among the crowd of people. ‘He lives in this area?!’ Chris thought, watching you in the distance drinking your F/S/D. You were sitting alone.

He noticed that you were typing away on a laptop. Then he began to take in your features, your soft plumped lips wrapped around the straw, sucking up the liquid, beautiful e/c focused on the laptop, and soft, puffy h/c.

You could feel someone watching, but when you looked, no one was looking at you. Chris turned away before you spotted him. He probably looked creepy to everyone else. ‘Stupid, stupid!’ face-palming himself.

‘Should I go talk to him? Wait, how old is he even? He looks young.’ Chris thought, debating whether to go or not. In the end, he decided to shoot his shot. (Not in a sexual way. Not yet.)

Chris made his way towards you and asked, “Is this seat taken?” you looked up at the person and noticed a tall muscular white man (IDK if I can say that.) He looked pretty handsome. ‘Daddy material. Maybe I can get into his pants- Goddamn thought.’

You shake your head no. He smiled at you before sitting down and sipping his cup of tea. “So, I think I should start with introductions. My name is Chris. Chris Evans.”

You cracked your neck and knuckles. “You play Captain America? Well, my name is M/n. M/n L/n.” you said, taking a few more sips from your F/s/d.

You both talked about random things. Chris found out you were 25 years old and more things about you. And most importantly, a pornstar. Chris was curious about how you got into the porn industry.

“So, how did you get into this sort of stuff?” Chris questioned, sipping his tea while making eye contact with you. You took time to comprehend what he said.

“Oh, um… you see, I started it because I needed the money to support myself and to pay for college. I attend MIT.” you said, looking down in embarrassment. Chris decided to shoot his shot.

(You both left the Starbucks and are walking through the streets of Boston)

“I could be your Sugar Daddy. Who do you think gives you all that money?” Chris said, smirking at you. Your jaw dropped at this new information.

“Wait, your C/U/N? I-” you were lost for words. Chris looked around to make sure no one was looking and there wasn’t anyone. Then he pinned you against the wall.

“What do you say… baby boy?” Chris said, lifting your chin and whispering the last part into your ear. You smirked at him. “Mmm, maybe... I should reward you for being my top contributor.”

“Let’s take this to my place.” Chris offered.

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Chris was sitting on his bed waiting for you to come out. He felt the cold air on his naked muscular chest. His cock aching inside his boxers, which gave a noticeable bulge.

Then he heard the bathroom door open. His breath was caught in his throat. You were probably the sexiest guy he has ever seen. He could see your lean but muscular build. You walked towards and straddled his lap. His cock was pressed against your cheeks.

“I would like to thank you for your support. I’ll give you a private show,” you said seductively into his ear. You traced your tongue against his neck. Chris snapped at that point.

Suddenly, you felt two strong hands grab your hips and his scruffy beard buried in your neck. You moaned as Chris nipped at your neck, leaving hickeys. “You taste so delicious. I always dreamed of this.” Chris admitted while rubbing his bulge against your ass.

You moaned as Chris massaged and groped your ass. “Why don’t you be a good little slut and suck daddy’s cock?” Chris said, pushing you between his legs. You smirked at him before removing his last article of clothing. You were met with the most beautiful thing, Chris’s cock.

It was probably the biggest you saw. The biggest you have ever seen was 10 inches, but Chris looked to be 12 inches long and thick as a wine bottle. There was a prominent vein that leads to the tip and big cum-filled balls.

“I know it’s amazing, but I want that slutty mouth on my cock.” Chris said in a cocky tone. No pun intended.

You gave his cock a few kitten licks on the side. You traced your slick tongue up the large vein and tasted his salty pre-cum. Chris groaned, moving his fingers through your hair.

“OH FUCK!” Chris moaned, feeling your warm, wet mouth swallow his cock. You sucked on his cock like your life depended on it. You rolled his balls as well, Chris threw his head back in pleasure.

“You sure know how to suck cock, M/n! I never had this good of a blowjob.” Chris moaned. You moved from his cock to suck his big balls as you stroked his cock. Chris’s chest was moving up and down.

You could feel his cock twitch and pulse in your hand. Suddenly, you were lifted off the ground and pushed onto the bed. (On your back) “Tighten your thighs,” Chris said, using his dominant alpha voice. And you did just that.

Chris inserted his meaty cock in between your thick, soft thighs. “Oh fuck. Such beautiful thighs.” Chris groans as he fucks your thighs. He used your thighs like a fleshlight. You moaned at the feeling of his cock pushing through your thighs. ‘I want him inside!’ you whine needily.

“You want me inside you, baby? Don’t worry, daddy will give you just that.” Chris said, removing his cock from within your thighs and moving down to see your little hole.

Chris lathered his fingers with lube and pressed it against your hole. “Mmm.” Chris could see your clench and unclench which was more of a turn-on. He circled his fingertip around your hole before pushing it in.

You clenched around his thick finger as it pushed further in. “Such a tight ass. Even after all those guys fucked the hell out of you.” He then added another finger, stretching your hole to take his cock.

‘Where is that place?’ Chris thought until he heard you moan. “A-ah…” you moaned as he found your sweet spot. ‘Guess I found it.’

"Please, I need you inside daddy! I wanna feel your fat cock split me open!" You begged, moving back onto his finger.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck your brains out. Make you my personal cumdump. My little slutty whore. I'll give you what you want!" Chris growled, removing his fingers and placing his meaty cock against your ass.

"Thrust that cock inside-" before you could finish your sentence, Chris thrust his whole cock inside you. You could feel your home stretch as he settled in.

"Fuck! Your hole is still tight after fucking so many guys! So warm and tight. Better than that pocket pussy I use." Chris groaned as you tightened around him.

"P-please… don't be gentle… fuck me rough." You begged.

"What do you think I'm gonna do? But first, switch positions, I want you on your knees." Chris said, not taking his cock out. You moved onto your knees with Chris’s cock still inside. “Now… let’s get to the main course.”

Chris pulled his cock all the way out before thrusting back in. “A-ahh!” the room filled with the sounds of skin-slapping, moans, groans, and growls. He was hitting the right spot with every thrust.

“My little slut, how does it feel to get fucked by a real man? This is what you were made for, to serve fat cocks like mine, but too bad, cause I ain’t sharing you.” Chris growled, gripping your hips as he thrusts faster.

“Y-you fuck… m-me better than… anyone e-else! Your cock… is m-much and t-thicker! P-please… c-claim me as… y-yours!” You moaned as Chris’s thrusts became rougher and he kept hitting your prostate. Your cock was aching to release its load.

“I always dreamed of this happening. Me fucking your plumped boy-pussy. I would fuck a pocket pussy thinking it was your hole.” Chris said, leaning down to your ear and licking. You clench around his cock at the thought. You gripped the bedsheets as he kept hitting your pleasure spot.

“Now it’s reality. - OH FUCK - I’m gonna cum soon!” Chris said, holding you tighter and thrusting faster. You could feel his cock twitch and your cock was twitching too. “M-me too… daddy! P-please… cum inside me!”

Chris gave one last thrust before filling you up with his hot load. You could feel his cum squirt out of his tip. His cum was the filling to your donut. (IDK where I was going with that.) And at the same time, your cock shot its load all over the bedsheets. Chris pulled his cock out to see his cum dripping out.

Chris collapsed onto the bed next to you. You rolled over and placed your head on his chest. “That was the best sex I ever had. Even though you weren’t my first,” you said, moving your hands down to his toned abs.

“Also, I gladly accept your offer. Maybe this will evolve into something else.” You said, moving your hand down to his limp cock and slowly jerking it. Chris’s breath hitched.

“Also, I can also be a power bottom. I have a lot of stamina left so prepare for round 2.”

THE END

A/n: I hoped y’all enjoyed this fic! Now I have to work on kinktober. Anyways, bye my🍓 little strawberries🍓!

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navegandoaciegas · 3 years

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Crybaby

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader (College AU)

Warnings: smut, ass fingering, orgasm denial, humiliation, lots of talks about panties.

Summary: You catch Bucky trying to steal your panties on laundry day.

A/N: this is partly @buckycuddlebuddy ‘s fault tbh. Enjoy some desperate, horny Bucky. Minors DNI.

The timer on the dryer unit you’d occupied went off, signaling that your weekly load of laundry was dry and ready. Bucky cast a nervous glance around the eerily empty room, fingers twitching in the front pocket of his hoodie.

He knew it was wrong, but his laundry was done too (just a coincidence, really, not like he’d wake up at 3 am on a Monday because he knew you did your washing around that time), and you weren’t there yet. You usually retrieved your load in the morning anyways.

Just a peek, he reasoned. Out of curiosity. You wouldn’t even realize they were missing, and if you did you’d chalk it up to the washing machine eating your clothes.

You’d show up to class on Tuesday and sit next to him while he’d be wearing your pretty lace panties and you’d be none the wiser.

Fuck, he was getting hard just thinking about it.

He dug in your laundry, sifting through mascara stained washcloths and an endless amount of oversized t-shirts, until he found what he’d been looking for.

Small, so tiny in fact that he wondered how your lips could fit in them. He groaned -the idea of your pussy hanging out of the material made his cock twitch, and brought the panties to his face, rubbing his nose all over the lace. He’d fantasized of burying his face between your legs all semester long, and this seemed close enough, the closest he could get to you anyways.

They seemed stretchy, and he hoped he could manage to stuff himself inside them.

“Didn’t peg you for a panty sniffer, Barnes.”

The world stilled around him, the ring in his ears so loud that he wondered if you could hear it too.

He was so engrossed in his creeping, that he hadn’t heard the door open and click shut, nor your steps as you walked behind him, or the slight groan that the washing machine behind him emitted when you settled on it, swinging your legs.

Slowly, he turned around, your lace panties still tightly clutched to his chest.

You almost chuckled at the sight of his bulging eyes and gaping mouth. Almost.

“That- it’s not- not how it looks like- I-”

“What, you were gonna fold my laundry for me? How considerate,” you sneered, but the look on your face was far from disgust.

Derision, sure, but not disgust. The mischievous interest in your eyes sent chills down his spine, not necessarily the good kind.

He felt dread settle in his stomach, anticipating whatever consequence his actions would have.

“You do this often?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, naked legs still swinging over the washing machine.

Bucky couldn’t find the words, and honestly the gall, to speak, so he just shook his head vehemently, shuffling on his feet.

“Hm, you like sniffing ‘em?”

He remained unmoving, too humiliated to do anything.

“Oh, I got it,” you beamed, pointing a finger at him and squinting your eyes, “You like touching yourself with pretty panties, hm? Like using them to fuck your dick, and cum all over ‘em?”

He wanted to answer, tell you to fuck off and sprint away to hide in his dorm for the rest of his life, but honestly he deserved this and so much worse. He almost considered dropping out of college entirely, but that glint in your eyes kept him anchored to the ground.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, keeping his gaze on his white sneakers, “I-, I promise, I never done it before, I don’t know why-, look I won’t do it again, I swear,” he pleaded, tears pooling in his crystal eyes and threatening to stream down his face.

You cooed, honest to God coeed, a mocking pout on your lips.

You should have left, and reported him, but those pretty tears of his, the tremble in his voice, the stuttered pleas, only served to spur you on, a familiar warmth building up in your core.

“I bet if word got out of this, no one would want to hang around the resident creep anymore. Good luck getting girls then. Although, well, I don’t think you get too many under normal circumstances, do you?” you snorted, “That would be embarrassing, hm? Wouldn’t want that, would you?”

He found himself shaking his head, trying to swallow the lump in his throat to avoid giving you any more reason to mock him.

“It’s your lucky day then, because I have no intention to tell anyone,” you announced, stepping down to lean against the machine, arms crossed over your stomach.

“You- you don’t?” he wondered.

The notion should have elated him, but he felt himself growing more uneasy and confused with the smirk on your face.

“Won’t tell anyone if you don’t. Cross my heart,” you laughed, making a show of placing a hand on your chest.

He eyed you suspiciously. “Why?”

“Where’s the fun in that, Barnes? I wouldn’t enjoy bullying you if I’m not the only one doing it,” you chirped, “That doesn’t mean that my forgiveness should come for free, tho.”

His breath hitched, and you followed his Adam’s apple as it bobbed up and down his throat.

You could feel the control in your grasp, panties getting wetter with each one of his tears.

“I’ll do anything,” he swore, and you almost wished he’d fall on his knees and beg.

“Anything you say, huh?” you paused, “Strip,” you commanded, leaning back against the washing machine.

Bucky furrowed his brows and looked up in confusion, then disbelief, finally embarrassment. “Wh- what? But, but what if someone sees, I-”

“Then you better hurry.”

“But I-”

“You fuckin’ heard me the first time.”

He was startled into action, hands hastily pulling at his hoodie and jeans until he was standing in nothing but socks and underwear.

“I’m not gonna repeat myself again.”

He gulped visibly, and hesitated before hooking his fingers around the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down his legs.

He blushed harder, ducking his head.

His cock sprung out of his boxers, and the mouthwatering sight of it had you reconsidering Bucky Barnes and all your life choices during this semester.

He was glistening in pre cum, painfully hard and veiny, and definitely thick enough that fitting it inside your cunt would be hard work on both parts. You imagined taking him in your mouth, how you would definitely choke around his girth, and your jaw would be sore for days.

Not today, though. Bad boys did not get that kind of privilege.

You bit your lips, and Bucky fought the impulse to squirm under your intense gaze.

“Something wrong?” he rasped out, praying for the ground to open up and swallow him whole in case you found him too small, too crooked, too hairy.

You snorted, eyebrows raised skeptically. “Yeah, babe, the fact that I haven’t seen you naked before. You been hiding all this,” you eyed his crotch suggestively, “from me all this time?”

“T- thanks,” he stuttered, offering you a small smile, eyes trained on the ground. He tried to ignore the way his heart fluttered when you called him an endearing term, reminding himself that this was all a game to you, a game that he was more than willing to play if it ended up with his cock buried deep inside you.

You sighed then, pondering your thoughts. He was not your usual type, but he was cute in a nerdy way, shy and quiet, and he was packing more than any other man you’d had before.

Plus, this was way too entertaining for you to pass up.

“Wear ‘em.”

Bucky’s head snapped up at the command, but this time he did not hesitate to follow your instructions, a bit too eager as he slid the panties up his thighs.

The shutter of your phone’s camera brought him out of his thoughts, and his eyes widened in horror when he saw you take pictures of him. He trusted you wouldn’t spread them around, but the thrill of danger had him leak more pre cum, wetting a patch on the lace.

“So that’s your deal? You like wearing panties? Didn’t even try to act like you didn’t want to,” you snickered, “What a whore.”

The situation couldn’t get more humiliating, and he couldn’t get more desperate for you.

“Be a good boy, Bucky. Fold the laundry for me, since that’s clearly what you meant to do,” you laughed scornfully, nodding to the basket at your feet.

He walked to you slowly, bending over to pick it up, and yelped when you slapped his ass harshly, the sound bouncing off the walls and shooting straight to his aching cock.

“Cute. Now go, you got something to do and I don’t have all night.”

He sighed, and got to work, unloading each item from the dryer, and folding it neatly.

You eyed the lines of his back, the round globes of his ass, the string of your thong dipping between his cheeks. You almost lost yourself imagining how pretty he would look all scratched and marked before you furrowed your brows, observing the way he folded on of your nicer shirts that you wore on interviews and internships.

“Can’t even fold laundry, look at you,” you tsked, shaking your head, “Try that again, I don’t want to spend more than necessary ironing it.”

He obeyed, without any protest, smoothing the creases he’d created, and continuing with your load, until the dryer was empty and you were satisfied.

“Good job, baby boy,” you praised, beckoning him over.

He got closer, close enough that you could feel the heat emanating from his body. He looked so pretty like that, all teary and obedient.

You wanted to make him yours and ruin him for everybody else.

“You’re a fuckin’ pervert, you know that? A creep and a pervert.”

You saw the way his cock twitched behind your lace at the words, and almost doubled over in laughter.

The night couldn’t get any better.

“Fuck, you really are a pervert. This what you get off to? You imagine me calling you names, degrading you like the bitch you are? You want to be humiliated, don’t you?”

A desperate, pathetic whine escaped his throat, and he felt his knees growing weak with need. He was naked in a public space where everyone could see him, being belittled and humiliated by the girl he’d been pining over, and he was hard as a rock, getting off every word that spilled out of your mouth.

“Well,” you purred, fisting the hair at the back of his neck and tugging harshly, “I think we can arrange that.”

“Yes, yes, please, I want it,” he whimpered, chest heaving, “I want you, I’m your slut, I-, you can do whatever you want to me.”

You almost moaned then, intoxicated by his burning desire.

“Good boy,” you hummed, releasing his hair to stroke his cheekbone, smiling at the way he leaned his head against your palm, letting his eyes flutter shut.

“Remember you can tell me to stop or slow down whenever you want, and I will. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to,” you added more serious, observing his face for any trace of anything but enthusiasm.

When you found none, and he nodded feverishly, you let your hand fall from his cheek to his shoulder, tracing the outlines of his lean muscle.

“Can- can you kiss me, please?” he asked, and he begged so prettily that you could do nothing but humor him, crashing your lips against his.

It was messy, rough. He was sloppy, and from the way he moved against you, you guessed he didn’t have too much experience.

Better, you reasoned. You’d teach him all he needed to know to please you, and you only.

You bit on his bottom lip, and Bucky yelped in surprise, parting his lips.

He tasted like mint on your tongue, and you sighed in content, letting your hands travel down his sides, barely grazing his skin, scratching the hair on his belly.

He shuddered under your touch, goosebumps erupting in your wake.

When you reached his lower stomach, you felt him tense, his breathing getting harder, his tongue more insistent.

He was drooling and crying, you realized, as he snapped his hips against your leg, humping you like a dog.

You broke away from the kiss, catching your breath.

“Look at you, you gettin’ real worked up and I barely even touched you. What are you, a fuckin’ virgin?” you chuckled, playing with the little bow on the front of your panties.

You’d expected him to laugh, or deny, but he just stood there awkwardly, avoiding your gaze,

“I’m not,” he grumbled, avoiding your gaze.

“Then why are you acting like one?” you prodded, but didn’t wait for him to answer, claiming his mouth in a searing kiss.

His hesitant hands groped your breasts, finally gaining the confidence to do more than linger awkwardly on your hips. He twirled your stiff nipples, rubbing his thumbs over them, movements getting more frenzied the closer he got to his release.

He crouched awkwardly to be at your chest level while still pressing his hips onto you, and tugged your loose tank top down, moaning at the sight of your tits.

“Go on baby, suck on my tits.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement to assault your nipples, latching his mouth onto one of them, and suckling. You wondered if he’d ever even touched a pair of boobs before, but his ministrations were working either way, making your walls clamp down on nothing.

You finally grasped him in your hand, his cock heavy and throbbing in your palm as you stroked him lazily, spurred on by his little whimpers.

His whole body quivered when you ran your thumb over his slit, and you marvelled at his sensitivity.

“You like it when I touch you like this, baby?” you moaned in his ear, “I bet you do, I bet you could cum already just from this. Just a handjob, like the pathetic little boy you are, hm?”

He released your tits with a wet pop, and rose to full height again, resting his forehead on yours.

“Yes, yes, please,” he sobbed, “please, princess, more.”

You complied, doubling your efforts. He inhaled sharply when you added your other hand and began twisting both your wrists in opposite directions.

“You want your princess to suck your dick, baby? Want me to get on my knees and take you in my mouth?”

He nodded against you, grinding his hard cock against your hand, desperate to chase his release.

“Or maybe you want your princess’ pretty pussy? You want to fill me with your fat cock and stuff me full of your filthy cum, don’t you?”

He began blabbering, breathing harder, sloppily snapping his hips. He had a look of pure bliss on his face, his eyes shut tightly, mouth hung open and a layer of sweat coating his forehead.

You could feel him grow and throb in your hand, and just before he was about to reach his high, you stopped your hands.

His eyes shot open and he opened and closed his mouth to protest, but you gave him no time, fisting his hair and slamming him against the washer, bending him over the cold surface.

“What, you thought I’d catch you stealing my panties and I’d let that go?” you tutted, bending over him, pressing your front to his back, whispering in his ear “Bad boys need to be punished, don’t you agree?”

A choking sound escaped his parted lips, and you giggled against his skin, licking a strip behind his neck.

You let your hands wander down the expanse of his back, settling on the waistband of your panties. You indulged yourself again, slapping his ass because you liked how it jiggled and how Bucky whined.

“You have a nice ass, you know,” you mused, slouching back to get a good vision of it, “You ever had anyone stick anything up there?”

“W-what?” he sputtered, crooning his head to look at you, “N-no, never.”

“Cute.”

He squirmed in embarrassment when you spread his cheeks, groaning when he felt your spit drip down on him. You massaged a finger around his rim, your hand coated in your spit and his pre cum.

“Relax, I’ll make you feel really good, promise.”

You gradually felt his muscles relax under your touch as you soothingly ran a hand down his back and kept whispering calming, sweet nothings in his ear.

Then, you dipped a finger past the rim.

“See, not that bad, huh?” you smiled, working your finger inside him, caressing his walls.

You nipped the skin of his back, peppering his muscles with fluttering kisses, grazing your teeth over his column.

You dipped another in, and Bucky hissed, wiggling his legs.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you shushed him, “You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

He preened under your praise, and you began scissoring your fingers inside his ass, working him open and looking for the spot you knew would make him beg for more.

The heat between your legs was almost unbearable, your pussy desperate to be stuffed full of his cock.

You loved how pliant Bucky was being, obedient and submissive in your grasp. You noticed the tears that hadn’t stopped streaming down his face, and huffed a laugh.

“A pervert, a slut, and a fuckin’ crybaby, aren’t you?” you mumbled, a genuine smile tugging at your lips.

“Fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, holding onto the washing machine for dear life, tongue lolling out of his mouth, drool dripping down his chin, making it known that you’d found what you’d been looking for.

“Yes, fuck, please princess, gimme more,” he begged, overwhelmed with a pleasure like he’d never experienced before.

He felt like a fire had been lit in his lower belly, and it was spreading to every limb, encompassing him whole.

You grasped his cock in one of your hands while your fingers kept pummeling into his ass, feeling the rim clench around you and his cock pulsate.

You thought you could cum from his beautiful sounds alone, and you kept going until you were sure he was on the verge of a mind shattering orgasm.

Then, you stopped again, and this time Bucky sobbed, blabbering and wailing, begging you.

“Please princess, I’ll do anything, just please let me cum, please, please,” he continued, shamelessly bucking his hips against nothing.

You released his cock and pulled your fingers out of his ass, cleaning the fluids against his panties.

“You’re so fuckin’ pathetic, begging like that,” you mocked him, retrieving your phone from the pocket of your shorts.

You snapped a couple of photos of him bent over the washing machine, pent up and debauched. His balls hung from the lace of your panties, and you made sure to zero on his tear stained face.

“So pretty, my pretty crybaby,” you cooed, helping him stand up again.

He fell on his knees, clutching the hem of your t-shirt.

“Please, you can’t leave me like this, I-, please,” he blabbered.

You committed the image to memory, knowing you’d see it again soon.

You could see it in his eyes how hooked he was to you.

“Baby, bad boys don’t get to cum, do they? You can’t go around stealing people’s laundry,” you tutted, lightly slapping his cheek, “You deserve some punishment, don’t you agree?”

He hesitantly nodded, slumping down on his shins. You grasped his chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze.

“You got to bed now, no touching, and I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll know if you disobeyed, and trust me, you don’t want to know what’s gonna happen if you did.”

You smiled, and took a few steps back to retrieve your basket, leaving him to catch his breath on the floor.

“See you tomorrow at 4 pm, you know where my dorm is,” you chirped despite your own neglected arousal, sauntering to the door, “Get dressed before someone comes in, you wouldn’t want to see how much of a pervert you are, right?”

He shook his head, agreeing with you despite the sobs that silently shook through his body.

“Good boy,” you purred, hand twisting the knob. You paused, and threw him a look over yourself, “Oh, and thank you for the laundry.”

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aetheternity · 3 years

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Sight, smell, touch, taste, sound and which one I believe would draw the Aot boys to you. Kinda Modern Au 🤷‍♀️ idk you be the judge.

(If you guys want girls too I'd be happy to do them just let me know) (MILD NSFW WARNING kiddos be vanquished.)

Eren

~Sight

•Baby boy is so in love with every bit of your face, eyes, hair, curves, to the edges of your fingertips he's just got to look at you.

•Don't take this as shallow. No he definitely finds so many more reasons to cherish you.

•But that body tho~~ 😜

•He loves to watch your hips sway as you dance to music.

•Loves watching your hair flow on windy days.

•Craves the gorgeous red coloring from late night (horny) sessions.

•Enjoys slowly spinning you around when you're wearing something skin tight.

•Don't even get me started on when your skin is wet for any reason.

•Fuck~ but growled gently into your nape or collarbone.

Armin

~Touch and sound

•Damn papa he's a mixed breed. (No I didn't just say that shut up) .

•He wants to hear any noises that come out of your mouth and touch every delicate inch of your skin.

•Starts off with listening to you talk about your day. (Like everything! Don't skimp on the details.) Your little hums as you listen to music. Whispers of good night, I love you etc etc. Accompanied pleasantly with your warm lips, his fingers sliding over your back late at night or the feeling of your hair under his finger tips.

•It's all so beautiful. So absolutely perfect for him.

•And a little further along in your relationship when he's squeezing your thighs or cupping your ass. Listening to your breath hitch as he hits all the right spots.

•The breathless murmurs of his name on your lips has his heart soaring.

•He'll always reach up to your face after sex to press his thumbs into your cheek and devour every noise cresting off your lips.

•He'll always reach out for you after a long day. He just needs to squeeze your waist. Needs to hear your little giggles if he tickles you when he touches certain spots.

•In short you're a lucky bitch if he's yours so better keep him satisfied 😩😤

Jean (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!)

~Touch

•He's touch starved so let the first thing you ever do with him relationship wise be giving him the tightest fucking hug!

•He wants you in his lap, pressed against his chest, within kissing distance and you better be ready to constantly interlock your fingers.

•Small price to pay for one of the best boyfriends in Aot.

•He's gonna need your skin pressed gently against his body period.

•Definitely plans as many instances as he can to get you in the bath tub with him. Bubbles soaking the gorgeous terrain of what is his as he rubs, wipes and scrubs every inch of your body with a gentle hand.

•You'll fall asleep. (He wants you to fall asleep). So he can carry you to bed bridal style.

•Absolutely loves sneaking a hand into your pants when you whisper you need him late at night and adores the lengthy marks you leave over the expanse of his back.

•But more than anything he just wants to hold you. Rub his hairy chin against your neck and face. (LET HIM DAMMIT )

Levi

~Smell

•Believe it or not I see Levi as the type to be extremely attracted to certain smells.

•And god he loves your's

•He wants to stick his face in your neck and just take a long sniff and once he has the opportunity lord knows that's one of the first things he does whenever he has the chance.

•Loves how you smell when you're covered in cleaning products from a lengthy spring cleaning, after you've washed your hair, in his shirt, after you've showered etc etc.

•Please he needs you to be as close as possible so that your scent can relax him!

•Sometimes wears your t-shirts or falls asleep holding any article of clothing that smells the most like you.

•And fuck yes your smell can also get him sufficiently hard for really long fuck sessions. (Most likely if you smell like his cologne.) The scent of your arousal is probably his second favorite smell.

•Always sleeps a full eight hours or more if he's got his nose tucked into your nape, slightly in your hair. (Hopefully you washed it..)

•That's it Levi enjoys your smell thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. 😃👍

Connie

~Touch and Taste

•Not lowkey about his freaky side at all.

•He'll come straight out after a confession on either side and be like I've been wanting to touch you for I don't know how long 😳.

•He craves his hand molded to any part of your body he can reach. Smacking that ass like it cursed at his mother. (Mfer is handsy as hell.) Wants no needs the taste of your sweat, thighs, neck, lips etc etc.

•Though he enjoys sweet touches too. Loves when you slip a hand under his shirt to scratch his back.

•Don't be surprised if that sweet touch or any sweet touch escalates into something else. (You so horny for what like: 😤)

•He's always got a hand up your shirt when you two are alone. Actually feels calmer after a long day if he's kissing your neck and fondling your nipples.

•Even if you guys are out he's touching you in other ways.

•Got his arm affectionately wrapped around your waist at all times, comes close to give you little kisses on your ear and lips.

•Just make sure you give him as many hugs as possible or he might riot. 😏

Erwin

~Smell and Touch

•Like Levi I'd like to believe he enjoys certain smells over others

•But like Jean I believe he's touch starved and has an unquenchable desire to touch you.

•Granted he won't be as horny when he actually has your touch no I feel your smell will get him going too. Specifically when you're wearing something he gave you or when you're only wearing one of his shirts.

•He loves touching your thighs, grazes his fingers over them with slow soft desire. Layers kisses near your armpits and shoulder blade where your scent is the strongest.

•If that leads to sex 🤷‍♀️ depends on his mood.

•Makes sure that if he's working late hours you're in his lap to provide your heartbeat and the soft scent of your breath as you lay open mouthed on his shoulder.

•Please be wearing no pants he'd love that so he can tap your butt to tell you he's done and then squeeze it when he's lifting you to bed.

•(Personal belief that he can undo buttons with his teeth and tongue.)

•Uses that to bury his face in your stomach and chest. (Overall wear Erwin's shirts challenge 21k)

Colt (My favorite guy from Marley besides Falco 😜)

~SIGHT MFER SIGHT

•He's so entranced by you the second he sees you 🥺

•Knows that he wants you all to himself but has a hard time saying it but when he does know that he's always watching.

•He's such a cutie tho!! Feels embarrassed if you catch him sneaking a peak if you're stretching and your shirt rides up or if you're only wearing a towel and you're parading around his room.

•Please tell him it's ok to look 🥺

•Wear his shirt. WEAR HIS SHIRT. Don't make me repeat it a third time. If you do he'll have his eyes on you all day.

•When he's comfortable with you he'll stare at your long legs peaking out his untucked shirt and.. now he's hard.

•He loves watching you do cute precious shit like cook or dance. Loves the way you jump around when you're just humming a tune.

•Let's you wear his boxers (Please be in them when he comes home. He'll give you that good cock.)

•Let's be honest here his eyes are always looming over your figure and he wants to touch but fuck he loves to look. 😜🥺

Porco

~Sight and taste (I have a strong belief that almost all the Marley guys love to stare.)

•Guys.. show off that ass for Porco.

•Give him something to watch. You go walking away from him with your ass perfectly cupped in something tight fitting there's gonna be another tight fit waiting for you at home.)

•He fucking loves the taste of your sweat. Quite possibly your blood too when he bites down a certain way. (Porco screams blood kink to me 🤷‍♀️)

•Shit quite literally gets him going.

•He's got your waist and hand in the streets and your thighs between his teeth in the sheets.

•He's a biter (Ladies, Gents and the rest.)

•Loves gripping your ankles and yanking you towards him. Sometimes during sex sometimes just because you keep inching away from him on the couch.

•I also see Porco as the kind of guy to stick his tongue in your ear. Like if he does he's staying there for about twenty minutes.

•Porco has the god tongue and rough fingers (Do with that what you will.)

Renear (Reiner) 🤭

~Obviously Sight but also touch.

•If please touch me were a person.

•I see him as the type where if he were friends with someone he had a crush on and was playful with them he'd do things like pull them into his chest on occasion and put his hands on the small of their back.

•Unlike Porco and Connie his touch is probably more aimed at loving than sexual.

•He's always marveling your gorgeous eyes, he loves running a finger over your chin before he kisses you, adores pressing his thumb to your bottom lip and when you open for him to press his thumb against the pad of your tongue-

•Holy shit.

•Watches you do literally everything as if he's so awed but he's in love.

•Holds you around the waist whenever you two dance. So close you can feel his heart skip for you.

•Once again (Wear his shirts. Wear his shirt. wear his shirt!)

•Also craves pecks on the lips and tight holds around his body so give him those.

Berthot (Berthold whatever the fuck his name is)

~Sight

•He's definitely one of those personality driven mfers.

•But he's also seen you and what he's seen is amazing.

•Why tf is he always blushing just to look away cause he adores you from your head to your toes.

•But unlike some of the other guys I see him as the kind of guy obsessed with your pretty face over your curves and what not.

•He loves the way your eyes twinkle when you see a shooting star or the way you smile at him when you see him.

•He's like the easiest guy to please out of all the others here.

•He bores every pretty expression you make into his memory.

•Specially when you guys are 😤🥰😩

•Good luck to Armin when he sees you as 99.9% of his memory like damn.. 😤

Farlen (As a bonus!)

~Sound

•Your voice has been a lingering sound in the depths of his memory.

•From the second he first heard you he had to hear more.

•If you sing he wants to hear more. If you cry he wants to slit the throat of whoever did it and if you laugh. God please laugh..

•He's gonna do everything in his power to hear literally everything you have to say even if it's stupid to you. (There is no never mind in this relationship 😤).

•And dear god if you moan in his ear it'll send him to a galaxy far far away. You might even make him cum on the spot.

•If you whistle he's gonna ask you to whistle for him and will probably fall asleep to the sound.

•He wants the details of your day (like Armin) but he'll probably stop literally everything he's doing just to listen to you vent.)

•Please whisper in his ear he'll get so so very hard.

•And politely mumble how much you love everything about him the universe isn't big enough for how big his heart gets.

(This was posted on April 7th right before 12am so again. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEAN!!) 🥺

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jasontoddsbae · 3 years

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Jason Todd smut alphabet!

(I edited it to make it a lil longer)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I think Jason is most likely to run you a bath and change the sheets. He's also the type to cook you something if you are hungry. If you're both still horny and have energy after your round(s) then he'd give a few more rounds in the shower but he's mostly likely going to cover your body in kisses, rub areas he think he grabbed too hard and whisper sweet words in your ear telling you how good you are to him and telling you how much he loves you

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jason like his arms, abs and thighs. He knows he's ripped in those places and they always leave you weak. On you I think he's an ass guy and he loves your neck. He loves spanking you in doggy style and loves to leave hickeys..he also loves your stomach. He loves to cum on it, kiss it and rest his head on it (he'd secretly love to see your tummy with a baby bump)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Jason will eat you eat until you squirt. He loves when you squirt all over his mouth. He also loves when you suck him off..cumming in your mouth is one of his favourites. He likes to cum on your breasts 👀

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You and Jason have many sex tapes that you've recorded on his phone. Some as red hood and some as Jason Todd. He loves to watch them when he's horny and alone

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Jason is very experienced. He's had a fair share of partners when it comes to sex, he knows how to please woman with just the tip of his finger. When he was on a killing spree during his bad days as red hood he would use sex a stress relief and to help balance out his emotions/anger, he needed it often. Most were one night stands and some were few time flings

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

I feel like Jasons favourite position is spooning sex? Feeling you close to him drives him crazy but with your leg hooked over his hip and easy access to your clit while pounding in to you turns him on so much.

Also I feel like he REALLY loves doggy style. Your head buried in the mattress, your back arched and your ass up high for him while he fucks you balls deep 🌸( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Jason is serious in bed. He wants every experience with him to blow your mind. He's also cock too tho. He knows he makes you feel god and won't be afraid to say that to you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Jason is always trimmed. Never bald but never too hairy. He's a hygienic guy and the fact that you shave/wax for him makes him feel like he has to put in some effort too.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Jason can be a romantic when he wants to be..like if you've had a crap day at work or if you're feeling a bit upset he will treat you like a queen but most of the time he will fuck you non stop until you are a screaming and shaking mess

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Jason jacks off on patrol or when he's alone on a mission when he's horny and missing you (definitely expect some pics because he will send them). He will also jack off if he's stressed when you're not around.q

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Jason has a breeding kink. Fucking his cum inside of you makes him go wild but he always makes sure that you have taken birth control after.

Jason also has a kink for being caught. He loves watching their faces when they catch him fucking you..he doesn't stop his movements if they walk in.

Hair pulling. Jason absolutely LOVES to grip your hair while destroying your pussy. It makes him feel more dominant.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Although Jason prefers it to be in the comfort of his own home (couch, shower, kitchen, bedroom ect) he also loves to fuck you in public places (cinema, bar bathrooms, in a car)

He also loves fucking you in the Manor. He loves when people are able to hear you both having sex. Its a dirty kink he has.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You. When you walk around in panties and one of his big shirts. When you sit on his lap only to cuddle tho. Watching you clean. He loves when you get pissed off too.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Jason would never hurt you (during sex or anytime) he grew up with an abusive dad and saw his mother get beaten up too many times. He wouldn't dare hurt you in any way.

Big no to knife play too

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Jason absolutely loves eating you out. He loves it. He loves when you grip on his hair and loves when you grind against his face..he also loves when you lock your legs around his head. He is very skilled at eating pussy..his mouth alone can make you squirt but his fingers too? God damn he will make you cum over and over.

Jason also loves when you give him head. He loves gathering your hair and gripping it to take control of your head and movements. He loves when you take him all the way him. He WILL fuck your throat.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough most of the time. He loves hearing you scream (also secretly loves that most of your neighbours know his name).

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Jason loves quickies. He does prefer full rounds of sex but will give you quickies before patrol, before watching your favourite Netflix series, 5 minutes before someone visits your apartment. The adrenaline makes the sex better.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Jason is open to new ideas but not anything too kinky (such as him being handcuffed for too long).

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Jason has stamina. He can go up to 5 rounds if you push him but 3/4 at the very most. He wants to make sure that you are satisfied and wants to make sure that you won't be able to walk the next day

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You own a bullet vibrator (you like to tease jasons asshole even sometimes slip it in), a moulded dildo of Jason's penis (for when he's away on missions) and a regular vibrator.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jason enjoys teasing you and doesn't mind you teasing him but if you don't give him what he wants when he wants it..you'll be left with a very sore pussy

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Jason is a moaner and a dirty talker. His moans are heavenly and will not hide the fact that he's enjoying himself if there are friends ect at your apartment. He will try and keep it down if his little brothers end up staying the night in your guest room.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Jason has an onlyfans. He doesn't show his face and blurs yours out too to protect your identities

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Jason penis is 7 and a half inches, it is thick (but not too huge) and vainy. It has a slight curve to it and it is also circumcised.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Jason has a pretty high sex drive but can and will control it if needed. He gets cranky if he doesn't have sex at least once a week (stress and all)

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Jason has never been much of a sleeper but sleeps better with you around. After a few rounds he's knock out straight away but always has to cuddle with you

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #jason todd headcanon #jason todd smut #red hood smut #i hope this is alright!

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leviskitten · 3 years

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hello, could you make a jotaro alphabet nsfw hc, please?

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕 ♡

Jotaro Kujo x reader(gn!)

Warnings: general NSFW themes,

A/n: hiya! Of course I can, hope you enjoy!

♡彡 A = Aftercare : What are they like after sex?

• Naturally, he’s gonna soften down after y’all finish. He’s aware of his size *ahem* and that he can be a little too harsh sometimes without realizing, so he’s gonna be making sure you’re alright and stuff, running you a warm bath and making you drink water cuz yknow, you gotta stay hydrated. (He might even carry you bridal style to the bathtub and wash your hair, but you didn’t hear that from me oop)

♡彡 B = Body : What’s their favorite body part of theirs? And yours?

• He probably doesn’t even have a favorite body part of neither his or your body, because he really couldn’t care less about that (he’s def a personality>looks kinda guy and you cannot tell me otherwise). However he secretly enjoys when you hold onto his arm, whether it is when you’re outside walking or when you need the ~support~ because he’s just pounding into you that hard. So I guess we’re gonna go with his arms for this one.

♡彡 C = Cum : Anything to do with cum basically.

• Homeboy has some thick white cum, I just know it. Another massive load fella, however he can (or prefers rather) only cum once.

Don’t get me wrong, he will make you cum multiple times if you want, but he’s fine with one thanks. Also, he probably isn’t that much into messy sloppy sex, so he cums either inside you or in your mouth, nowhere else (there are some exceptions to this but they’re oddly specific and rare so).

♡彡 D = Dirty Secret : Share a dirty secret of theirs.

• If he knows he’s gonna go on a long trip because of his job, he’s going to ~borrow some of your panties to masturbate with.

He usually borrows two, one that has your scent all over it, and another one to wrap around his cock as he jerks off. Sometimes (if you guys happen to be on a call), he might forget to pull it away before he cums, which ends up putting him in a bad mood because now he has to wash it and it won’t smell like you anymore :(

♡彡 E = Experience : How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?

• He’s not very experienced to be honest, I feel like he may had had some hookups here and there but they were probably kinda shitty and awkward. So you’re going to have to guide him a little bit the first couple of times, good thing he’s a quick learner lol.

♡彡 F = Favorite Position : Self explanatory

• Boring man probably doesn’t have one istg 🙄🙄

Jk he isn’t boring, but yeah he probably doesn’t have one, as long as he can get a good look of your face while you’re at it it’s fine with him.

♡彡 G = Goofy : How serious are they during the moment? Do they like to joke around?

• He literally looks like this 😐🧍like 98% of the time, do you really think he’s gonna start acting up now?????

If you laugh at something doing the deed with him he’s gonna look at you dead in the eyes until you stop laughing so he can continue, and it’s kinda scary ngl (or even more funny depending on the situation).

♡彡 H = Hair : How well groomed are they? Does the carpet matches the drapes?

• I kinda headcannon that he’s more on the thick hairy side, however he always trims himself down there, he doesn’t like to look unkept in some way (or at least that’s what he thinks idk). And yeah of course it matches, actually I feel like it’ll be curlier than his actual hair (but you’ll probably never get to see that lol).

♡彡 I = Intimacy : How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.

• His love language is acts of service, that’s literally canon. So he probably won’t be too romantic or intimate per se, but he will definitely make sure you’re having the time of you life when you’re with him. He might even care more about getting you off rather than himself.

♡彡 J = Jack off : Masturbation headcannon.

• I feel like he probably didn’t really masturbate that often until you guys got together. Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not that he doesn’t enjoy the sex, he does, a lot. Actually, I feel like his sex drive might have increased after the first couple of rounds of actually enjoyable sex with you. However, he probably has to go on trips a lot because of his job, and that’s where he finds himself missing you in many ways, including in bed.

♡彡 K = Kink : One or more of their kink.

• Surprisingly enough, he isn’t that kinky, but there are a couple of things that he does enjoy, like:

— praise (both ways), scratching and biting (receiving), edging (both ways), and he probably has a mild size and breeding kink. Oh, and he also kinda likes when you suck on his fingers.

♡彡 L = Location : Favorite place to do it.

• The bedroom. Easy, comfortable and private, pretty much perfect in his opinion.

♡彡 M = Motivation : What turns them on/keep them going?

• Your praise, and when he can tell that you’re enjoying yourself.

He has sub tendencies (*ahem* might actually sub if asked nicely) so tell him that he’s doing so well or that he’s making you feel so good and he might cum right there and then.

♡彡 N = No : Something that they wouldn’t do/turn off’s

• Anything public, extreme degradation and extreme impact play or something like that.

I don’t think I really have to go in depth as in to why not, but let’s just say that he’s a reserved guy who’s very aware of his size and strength and how mean he can get if he wants to.

♡彡 O = Oral : Preference on giving/receiving, skill, etc.

• Being completely honest, he might prefer receiving a little more, but he also loves getting you off multiple times only with his mouth so...

He wasn’t very skilled tbh (he was pretty bad actually let’s be real here), but with some practice and your guidance he got pretty damn good ngl. You trained him well >:)

♡彡 P = Pace : Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc

• Fast and rough by nature baby.

However he will slow down if asked, and during the first few times.

♡彡 Q = Quickie : Their opinion on quickies, how often, etc.

• Not the biggest fan really, but still enjoys a casual quick blowjob/handjob every once in a while.

♡彡 R = Risk : Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.

• If you happen to have a kink that he either never heard about before, or didn’t really pay attention to, than he might be more open to experiment it with you and indulge you in it. However if they’re way too extreme he might hesitate and hold back a bit. He enjoys a couple of risks, as long as it’s between his and your boundaries.

♡彡 S = Stamina : How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?

• Are you kidding he can almost literally go on forever if you wanted to. He lasts pretty long actually, he has good self control after all ;)

♡彡 T = Toys : Do they own toys? Do they use them? On themselves or his partner?

• Probably wouldn’t really think about buying some unless you bring it up. You guys probably own a couple of basics (bullet vibrators and maybe a dildo), so he can use them on you. Wouldn’t mind if you use them on him when he subs tho.

♡彡 U = Unfair : How much do they like to tease?

• He doesn’t tease often because it’s not really his thing, HOWEVER, when he does tease... let’s just say that you’re in for a ride.

His way of teasing it’s almost torture tbh, and it’s mainly touches, or some warning of what he’ll do to you if you’re the one teasing too much. He mainly does it to stop you from teasing him, but this doesn’t mean that you won’t feel a hand going up your thighs randomly every once in a while.

♡彡 V = Volume : How loud are they? What sounds do they make? Etc.

• He isn’t really that loud, and he doesn’t make much sound sadly. It’s mainly deep grunts and gasps, might moan when he cums after a while.

♡彡 W = Wild card : A random headcannon for the character.

• He only subs when he’s feeling particularly vulnerable, and subconsciously needs for someone to take care of him. Or if he knows that that’s what you like and he wants to make you happy lol.

♡彡 X = X-Ray : Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

• He’s a proud member of the thicc cock gang and you cannot tell me otherwise.

No but fr, he’s t h i c k, barely above average length, but thick. I feel like it might be a little darker than the rest of his skin, and the tip gets pretty red easily. Pretty veiny too, and he’s uncut.

♡彡 Y = Yearning : How high it their sex drive?

• It wasn’t too high before, but it kinda is now. He kinda became addicted to how you feel around him ngl, and also he likes how it helps him relax~

♡彡 Z = Zzz : How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards.

• He gets less tense after it for sure, but he doesn’t really get sleepy. He can do it and than carry on with his day (after making sure you’re alright of course) if needed, or he can also let you cuddle against him and get some rest if he wanted to.

#jotaro kujo #kujo jotaro #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro headcanons #jotaro kujo headcanons #jotaro part 4 #jotaro part 3 #jotaro imagine #jotaro x y/n #part 3 jotaro #part 4 jotaro #part 4 jojo #jojo x reader #jojo hcs #jojo headcanons #jotaro smut #[🎀]— txt.

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freakynct · 4 years

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「𝒂-𝒛 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔」

— mark lee

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a; aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

likes to just lay down in bed with your head on his chest while both of you catch your breath and he caresses your soft skin. he loves feeling you close to him after sex before getting up so you can clean yourselves

b; body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite body part on himself is probably his thighs and butt, he likes how they look well built and strong. on you his favorite body part is probably your neck and collarbones, he loves leaving kisses and hickies all over that area

c; cum (anything to do with cum basically)

mark is pretty messy and cums a lot, he always needs to have tissues or a towel close to him when he jerks off so he can clean everything after. when he's fucking you he loves cumming on your stomach and a little bit on top of your pussy

d; dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

mark secretly likes taboo things when it comes to sex but won't admit it because he thinks you might find his fantasies weird or too much. he secretly wants to fuck you in a church while everyone is praying and you have to keep quiet so nobody hears what you're doing. the idea of sinning in such a holy place turns him on beyond belief

e; experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i don't think he has had many partners before, maybe just one or two people, but he knows quite a lot about sex, either from porn, personal experience or advice he learned from other people, so he's pretty good when it comes to pleasing you

f; favourite position (goes without saying)

he loves the good old missionary position, where his chest is pressed against yours and he gets to kiss and bite on your neck while you moan next to his ear. likes to hold your wrists next to your head sometimes

g; goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

mark is a pretty goofy and humorous guy but when it comes to sex he likes to be serious and sensual, he thinks that if you start laughing during sex it will just ruin the mood and he'll get distracted and shy, so he needs to be in a serious mood to perform well

h; hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

he's not very hairy overall but i don't think he likes to shave everything, probably just trims it a little bit so it's cleaner but that's all

i; intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

i don't think mark can just have sex with someone he's not in a relationship or is at least close with, he needs some kind of meaningful connection to have sex. he likes to be rough but when he's feeling more emotional or it's a special occasion he can definitely switch to being more gentle and romantic

j; jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he jerks off very regularly, i would say about five times a week or more. he's a very horny boy with a very high sex drive and if he doesn't have anyone to satisfy him he will just take care of it himself. sometimes watches porn, sometimes just pictures scenarios in his head. he just locks the door of his bedroom to make sure the members don't walk in on him and lays back in bed, palming himself through his pants until he's hard enough. he loves teasing himself and will even edge himself so that the orgasm is more powerful. after cumming he can't go out of his room right away because he feels weird looking at the members after jerking off

k; kink (one or more of their kinks)

this boy is so kinky and probably won't confess some of them in fear that you'll find them weird. some of his main kinks are power play, cum play, dry humping, public sex and deep throat

l; location (favourite places to do it)

like i've mentioned before he won't just stick to the bedroom when it comes to sex. he loves experimenting and fucking in public places, the thrill of it excites him. his favorite place would probably be in the kitchen counter at the dorms where there's the danger of someone walking in, and even tho he would be super embarrassed if someone actually did, he still enjoys it so much [but would definitely make sure that nobody was at the dorms at that time]

m; motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

it really gets him going if you tease him in front of his members. for example if you're all watching a movie in the living room and you start touching and stroking him over his sweatpants under the blanket. he would get hard so fast and probably fuck you really hard once you're alone

n; no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i don't think there's something he would say absolutely no to [unless it's something very very weird] but i think he wouldn't be very open to orgies and/or share you with someone else, especially another man. if it's a threesome with another girl he might consider

o; oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he does love to go down on you but he really prefers to receive it. the sight of your lips wrapping around his cock while you bob your head and suck him into your warm mouth just turns him on so much. specially if you drag your fingertips down his stomach and thighs and look up at him as he grabs your hair in his fist

p; pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

mark gets very excited and lost in the moment when he fucks you and his thrusts are very fast and rough most of the time. he likes to feel himself deep inside you and the friction of your walls around him when he fucks you fast

q; quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he loves them. any kind of sexual contact that he has with you is great and if he's feeling horny and there's not a lot of time then he will make that time count and find a place where he can fuck you quickly. he can last for a long time but when he wants to he can also cum pretty quickly, so to him quickies are hot and necessary sometimes. he still enjoys proper sex more than quickies tho

r; risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

after all i wrote already, do i really need to elaborate on this? lol

s; stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

high sex drive, he can honestly go for many rounds and when he gets really excited he just keeps fucking you until you're begging him to stop. he's the type to still be hard after cumming. if it's only one round he can make it last for a long time but like i said, if he wants to he can also cum pretty fast so it really depends on what he's going for in that moment

t; toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i don't think he uses toys on himself but probably wondered what it would feel like to fuck himself with one ups on you tho i don't think he would already have them with him but definitely wants to experiment using some on you, especially those little vibrators that he can leave in your panties and control, that would be pretty fun for him, so i think he would consider buying some to try it out

u; unfair (how much they like to tease)

a lot. he likes to be teased and to tease you back. likes to grab your inner thigh and maybe run his hand a little higher up your leg than he's suppose to just to see your reaction, especially if you're wearing a skirt or dress. likes to rub his fingers over your panties when you're laying in bed and he's kissing your neck and just teases your clit over the fabric until you're begging

v; volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

i think he's in the middle, not very loud but also not very quiet. he likes to groan and leave soft moans whenever he feels really good and he's a heavy breather too. will be the loudest when you're sucking him off and especially if you take him deep down your throat

w; wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

mark groaned as you took more of him in your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and his hand grabbed firmly at your hair, encouraging you to keep going. you could feel how close he was getting, you had been teasing and edging him for the longest time and even when he told you to stop and just let him cum, you knew how much he loved it. you felt his cock twitch in your mouth and soon after his warm cum was coating your tongue and he was giving you so much that some of it fell from the corners of your mouth. you moved away from him and slightly parted your lips as you looked up at him, showing him how much you could hold in your mouth. you chuckled as you saw his cock twitch from arousal and he grunted before telling you to swallow all of it which you proudly did, sticking your tongue out for him to see that you didn't waste anything

x; x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

i think he has an average size, circumcised and with just the right amount of thickness. the tip is really pink, especially when he's hard

y; yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

like i said before, very high sex drive, it's really easy to turn him on and you'll be having sex very regularly

z; zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

if he's really tired from work, almost immediately, as soon as you cuddle with him he's out. but if not then he will clean up first and then cuddle and maybe talks to you for a little bit before dozing off, but normally he's pretty tired after sex

#nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut #kpop smut #mark lee smut #nct mark smut #mark imagines #a z challenge #nct 127 reactions #nct 127 imagines #mark lee drabbles #a-z analysis series #request

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wandasallerdyce · 4 years

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NSFW Alphabet - Armitage Hux

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Armitage Hux x Male! Reader

Requested: yes/no

Warning(s): NSFW (duh), some fluff, um idk what else to put, it’s all sinful, excessive use of the word fuck

Notes: yes, I simp over Hux and I got the idea to make this. Sorry If it’s bad it’s 1am where I’m at and I’m tired but I didn’t want to sleep until I finished this. Hope you like and sorry again if it’s bad 💕

Masterlist

(GIF not mine)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Hux is gentle and will clean you up, dress you in one of his large shirts and make sure your comfortable in the bed. He’ll cuddle you close and kiss your forehead

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs)

Hux doesn’t have a favorite body part. He loves all of you and thinks you’re perfect all over

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Hux prefers to finish on your back as he feels like he’s marking you as his. Though sometimes he prefers finishing inside you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Hux absolutely loves it when you call him General during sex. The first time you said it while being intimate, he came. Hard. Something about you moaning out ‘General’ shakily makes him feel powerful

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hux isn’t that experienced as he saw no use for being intimate with someone. He thought it would just get in his way if he was with someone. Until he met you. Expect him to be shy the first time you guys have sex. He’ll eventually be more open

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves doing it missionary. He enjoys seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head as he drills into you. Hux feels more dominant over you seeing you fully blissed out

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Hux isnt really goofy while you two are having sex. He loves hearing your shaky moans and compliments more

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Hux is well groomed and always make sure to be freshly shaved for you. He isn’t really hairy and he makes sure to always keep it trimmed down there

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Hux is even MORE romantic during sex if that’s even possible. He will whisper compliments and sweet nothings into your ears as he’s pushing into you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Hux doesn’t really masturbate. He can deal with a few hours without you being around. Although, if you are gone for a few days and he’s feeling frustrated, he’ll rub one out to memories of your guys’ last time together

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Spanking. Oh boy does he love it. Hux loves bending you over his lap or the bed and spanking you for talking back, disobeying orders, or being extra sassy. Hux feels so dominant as his hand slaps your ass. Sometimes you do it on purpose cause after he spanks you, he’ll rail into you. Hard.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Hux is more traditional and loves to fuck in the bed. That way, he can enjoy your moans and admire all the love marks littered around your body. He also enjoys the sound the mattress makes when he’s fucking you hard.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your moans. He loves hearing them. The louder you are, the faster he’ll go.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hux would never try choking. He feels as though he’s somehow hurting you in a way and generally doesn’t motivate him

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Hux loves receiving. He loves watching your lips wrap around his tip, taking him all in until you choke. He’ll grip your hair and face fuck tou until your smacking his thigh. He also enjoys eating you out. His tongue always reaches every spot that makes you writhe and moan

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

When he’s in a good mood, Hux will fuck you at a medium pace, making sure it’s enjoyable for the both of you. Although, whenever Kylo pisses him off, be prepared. Hux will pound into you with such a brutal pace, he’ll leave you drooling and scratching his back

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hux would only be down for quickies if you leave him hot and bothered in the morning, which often led to him shoving you into one of the stalls in the bathroom and ducking you rough until he reached his orgasm. You’d both get questioning looks when you guys returned to the command deck as both your hairs were dishelved. No one dare asked why unless they wanted to face both your wrath’s

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hux would definitely be up to trying new things (besides choking), like bondage, overstimulation, etc.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hux can last about 2 rounds before tiring out. If he’s feeling angsty then he can last about 4 rounds

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Hux doesn’t have any as he doesn’t see the point for them when you have each other

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Hux loves to tease you. Especially when your begging him to go faster. If your being extra disobedient that day, he’ll go at such a slow pace, which makes you reconsider ever disobeying him

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Hux isn’t that loud as he prefers to hear your moans. He’ll grunt occasionally when you squeeze tightly around his cock

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Hux loves cockwarming. He finds it arousing when you just walk into his room while he’s doing paper work and sit on his cock. If he wasn’t hard before, then he’s extremely hard as you just sit there watching him fill out papers

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Hux is average sized. Not too long and not too small. Just right. He is pretty thick tho

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Armitage doesn’t have a high sex drive as he’s always busy but when he wants to fuck, well, you better give in

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he’s fucking you hard, He’ll sometimes fall asleep first. Most times though, he’ll stay up for a few minutes more and make sure your sleeping well

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yeehawfolk · 3 years

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Hi! I think yr totally right about Felix's teeth probably not being great and how he and the rest of the crew should have more scars! Do u have any other lil appearance HCs for him/the whole gang? (:

OK! SO! I have a Lot of HCs about the crew, appearance-wise, anyway. Don't get me wrong, I love their canon designs, but I feel like they didn't utilize "Halcyon is fucked" enough with your companions? If that makes sense. I'm going to break this up character by character, so it'll be an easier read!

Also, I'm gonna put a TW on this for slight self harm on this?? It's not emotionally motivated at all, it's like when you'd compete to see who can get the gnarliest eraser burn in middle school, but nevertheless, I want to warn y'all ahead of time, it's on Ellie's part.

Parvati:

-Honestly, her eyes are gorgeous. They're brown, but an amber kind of brown, and very bright.

-I personally HC that Parvati chews her nails when she's nervous, so they're always nubs and usually pretty dirty, bc Mechanic and all.

-Her hands have faint scars from nicks and burns from working on machinery. The skin on her hands doesn't scar easily, but she still has a few gnarly scars from particularly bad burns or cuts that she wasn't able to take proper care of.

-Constantly has bruises of unknown origin on her arms and legs. She bruises very easy, and always has, which is kind of precarious when you're a mechanic.

-This might already be canon and I just haven't noticed bc I'm using the Switch version, but I HC Parv has some freckles sprinkled around her face. Not a lot by any means, but I HC she gets frequent sun when she's working on certain parts of the town, and freckles are a bi-product of that.

-She has a couple small scars on her face; one just below her eye on her cheek, and another on her chin. I like to think she fell on her chin, and the other was from her first project that blew up in her face, literally.

-Her skin is just a bit ashy because she hasn't had access to a lot of good lotions over the years.

-Despite taking a shower every morning, she accumulates grease smudges and dirt from her plants on herself very easily. She cleans up for her and Junlei's dates, but for casual visits both don't really bother. Sometimes they make a game of smudging each other with grease while they work and by the time they're finished their faces look like they were going for war paint.

-I like to think Parvati and Junlei eventually wear rings with each other (like, years down the line) and when Parvati gets deep in thought, she rests it against her lips. Junlei does something similar by turning her ring on her finger.

-Parv has ok teeth, not like great, but she takes pretty good care of them, even if sometimes she has to forgo it for a day or few while out with the Captain.

-When she's in Edgewater, she's always skinny, and if you squinted you probably could pick out a rib or so. But after she moves in with The Captain, she gains weight, and finally has the little pooch of fat that you're supposed to have around the middle. Ellie helps her keep up with nutritional needs (what you can get in Halcyon, anyway) and gets very proud when she makes her goals.

Felix:

-This boy has horrible teeth. His sweet tooth + being an orphan in the Back Bays didn't leave much time for proper teeth cleaning. He probably never really had enough bits to get toothpaste with, either.

-Oh, boy. He has scars galore. Some are from scuffles (he has some on his back from when he was a kid and used to get in trouble for stealing) but a lot are also from getting burned by pipes, or jagged metal. A fair few are from him doing dumbass things in his teenage years ("I wonder what would happen if I heat up these rounds of light ammo with a flamethrower??") because you can't tell me this boy didn't do dumb things like every teenage boy did but with more disasterous results bc SciFi.

-His nose has been broken quite a few times, so it's crooked in a couple spots.

-Can frequently be found with bloody knuckles just because he forgets that punching someone with a mask over their face really isn't the best idea. This eventually culminates into him making the "Millstone Drop-Kick!" his go-to move.

-This isn't exactly appearance related, but I HC Felix has a fucked back from his life of hauling heavy boxes. It doesn't help that he drop kicks literally everything that moves tho.

-Probably has chronic pain in his hands from his hands getting crushed by boxes at some point or another. Several of his fingers are crooked from being broken and improperly set. His bones probably aren't the best bc of poor nutrition growing up, either, so they're a little easier to break.

-Just. Me thinking about Felix in his 40s, or even early 30s: Honey, you have a big storm coming.

-This is also a little random, but I like to think that it takes a long time for Felix to grow any kind of facial hair (he has chronic babyface) so he's super proud of his scruff.

-Max: That's peach fuzz. If that.

-Felix: Leave me alone you big hairy bastard, just bc you have to shave like every other day to keep a clean face doesn't mean all men do!!

-(He's just a bit sensitive about his facial hair)

-(He one day dreams of growing a glorious beard like Sanjar's, but it would take him like 50 years)

-(Shut up Max one day he'll have an amazing handlebar mustache and you won't be laughing then)

-I have no idea if piercings or tattoos are a Thing in Halcyon (probs not, honestly, but I can dream) but if they are, he tried to pierce his ears by himself once, they got infected, and he got really sad when he had to let them close. The marks are still there but the holes have closed by now.

-ELLIE PIERCES HIS EAR AND HELPS HIM KEEP IT CLEAN

-Felix is strong, but he's skinny and gangly as all hell and it's hard as fuck to get him to gain any weight, mostly because he still has his habit of eating only what he needs and stashing the rest. It takes him a while with the crew to get over that, and when he does, he gains a healthy amount of weight around his middle. Ellie teases him a bit, but is 1,000x happier that he's no longer damn near a walking skeleton.

-Listen. Ellie and Felix are bros I don't make the rules. She denies it but she would kill for Felix.

-Usually has slight dark circles under his eyes, because he has nightmares sometimes and can't sleep.

-His eyes are really, really pretty. Like. Super fucking pretty. He has long lashes and they sparkle when he smiles. His eyes are hazel like Max's, but more on the brown side, with streaks of green radiating out from the pupil.

-Speaking of smiles. He has the goofiest and sweetest grins around. A little self-conscious about his teeth, but honestly that doesn't stop him from laughing and smiling with everyone. He has a couple broken teeth, but honestly it just makes his grin a lil lopsided and cute.

-He gets the Worst bed-head. It stands almost straight up in every direction, but it's really easy to tame. Mostly because he just runs his hands through it and calls it a day.

-He found Max's hair gel once and went Ham. He used the whole can sticking his hair up into a mohawk, and proceeded to parade around for Ellie and Parvati. Then bolt to his room and lock the door when Max shouted his name from the bathroom. Max's hair was out of whack for like. A week. He kept blowing it out of his face and Felix and Ellie would giggle like madmen when he did.

-*BANGS FISTS ON TABLE* FELIX IS BABY! FELIX IS BABY!!

Max:

-My MANS

-Listen, I am extremely gay for Max. This needs to be known before I continue, because I have a metric fuckton of Max HCs.

-So, first off, Max takes VERY good care of his appearance. Like. Insanely good. His hair is always perfectly held back by a moderate amount of gel, his nails perfectly trimmed and cleaned. He keeps a clean-shaven face.

-But don't let that fool you, Max can and will get down and dirty when need be, he just doesn't care to stay like that.

-Quite a few scars from his prison and Tossball years. But because of the clothes he wears you wouldn't be able to see them easily. Mostly on his back/sides, though he has a couple on his torso and legs.

-The Captain calls him Bigfoot because his grows hair really fast and his arms and chest have some pretty thick hair. Max is very confused, because he personally doesn't think his feet are that big.

-Not an appearance HC per se, but he smells like soap, aftershave, and books.

-When he doesn't gel his hair, it falls in his face constantly, and it annoys the fuck out of him.

-Fuckin ripped bro. Just. What the fuck. Why is a priest this fuckin shredded. Why make my gay little heart ache more than it already does, Obsidian??

-Despite his arm muscles being like. Huge, he still has a healthy layer of fat over his middle, mostly because being an OSI Priest, he got a little bit better nutrition VS. literally all of Halcyon.

-When his knee gets Bad (like hiking through Monarch with the Captain) he has a slight limp? Barely noticeable, but you can tell he's not putting weight on it. I HC its an old Tossball injury (that might be canon, I haven't played in forever).

-Its hard to tell in the different lights of the game whether his hair is Black or Silver, and I like to think he's greying, but not fully grey yet. He can have a little hair color, still. As a treat.

-Fuckin no lashes to speak of. None at all. Baldy eyes. Its the only part of him that doesn't have really thick hair and ngl he is very salty about it. Tho his actual eyes are very pretty; they're hazel with a lot of green. He has a darker ring on the outside and flecks of brown in them.

-Has very good teeth, whiter than most of Halcyon's because of the OSI providing for him.

-Broke his nose once during Tossball, though he was able to get it set alright. Slight crook in the bridge of his nose.

-He has a lot of those moles from his face scattered around. Particularly his shoulders and back.

-Also have you seen his fuckin canon thighs??? Bro. They could crush a watermelon. Once again, I must say, what the fuck, why is this priest so fuckin shredded.

-Actually takes his physical health very seriously, so I like to think he's in great shape for his age. Seeing him in some of the canon outfits though makes me more inclined to think that's canon.

-Sorry, I have thought about this A Lot, and the gay jumps out of me sometimes.

-A fair amount of scars on his arms. Not as many as Nyoka, but a little bit more than Parvati.

-Has calloused hands, but they've softened over his years as a priest.

Ellie:

-Now I feel like Ellie wouldn't have many scars that she didn't let scar up on purpose to give her an edge. They're essentially superficial; they look cool but didn't do any real damage.

-Also, her skin is very pale, so she doesn't scar easily anyway.

-Though she does have some, and they're more recent. A couple of gashes on her arms, and a bullet wound in her side. She's proud of them.

-The dark circles under her eyes are because she likes to stay up late at night. Sometimes she contemplates her life, but she doesn't like it, and usually doesn't bother too much.

-Her lashes are very thick and full, and they compliment her eyes very well. Her eyes aren't exactly ice blue, they're a bit darker, and have real pretty lighter streaks in them.

-Yes, her lips are naturally that color. Good for picking up women, bad for looking intimidating to marauders.

-Really soft skin, she's always had access to good lotion. After she leaves Byzantium, she purposely looks a bit more grimy than she did then, which is easy to do because of her skin tone.

-Has a few moles and freckles, but not many, mostly on her shoulders and back. She was inside a lot prior to her leaving Byzantium.

-Her hair doesn't really sit down when she sleeps, but it does lose some poofiness, so she has to meticulously push it up in the mornings.

-Not quite an appearance HC, but I feel like when she gets comfortable with ADA, she gives her compliments. Stuff like "Your screen is very bright today, ADA!" ADA does the same thing. "And your hair is looking very bright as always, Dr. Fenhill."

-Muscular, but lean, and puts on weight a little easier than others, so she wouldn't look like she could kick your ass without her pirate get-up, but she could 100%, no holds barred kick your ass.

-Very good teeth. Despite wanting to look like a gnarly pirate she takes dental care very seriously. Tho she thinks about getting punched in the mouth occasionally so she could like break off a piece of her tooth. Not the whole thing, just enough to make her look tough.

-Idc if piercings and tattoos aren't a Thing in Halcyon, Ellie has pierced ears. Three in each ear, and I like to think an eyebrow and maybe nose ring. She doesn't wear them when she's in Dangerous Situations because she firsthand had to fix ears that had their earrings ripped out during rich catfights that she does NOT want that to happen to her.

-She also has tattoos covering most of her back, and some of her upper arms. She got them "illegally" (meaning it's illegal to The Board, but the Groundbreaker doesn't really give a shit) on The Groundbreaker and she's proud as fuck of them.

-I have Feelings about the missed opportunities for illegal tattoo/piercing parlors. Like I know there's not a lot of self-expression to be had and no Art aside from fonts, but c'mon. Humans have drawn on their skin since the beginning all around the world and we WOULD find ways to do it again, even if it's needle-poke tattoos.

-Anyway, back to Ellie.

-You ever hear of a "lighter tattoo"? Basically, you heat up a lighter and then stamp the hot metal into your skin and it makes a mark in the shape of the lighter head. If you get it hot enough and hold it long enough it can scar. They have a similar thing in Halcyon with Plasma Cutters. Instead of Stab, you heat it up, turn it off, and press the blade to your skin and it pretty much scars within a couple seconds.

-Ellie 100% did a few of those when she was in Byzantium as like the "hahaha edgy" thing that teenagers do.

-Like I know technically kids aren't around but... bruh... you can't tell me that teenagers in a SciFi setting wouldn't do dumb ass shit like that.

-Ellie is honestly the baddest bitch and I love her, ok, she just reminds me so much of of those high school delinquent tropes in 90s movies

Nyoka:

-SO I HAVE SOME FEELINGS ABOUT NYOKA'S CANON DESIGN... IN THAT SHE'S ESSENTIALLY A MONSTER HUNTER BUT SHE HAS NO SCARS!

-Listen, ok, she would 100% have a lot of scars from her life on Monarch. I share some HCs with @nyokaacore in that she has three scars over one of her eyes, and a few others around her face, like on her lips.

-The bulk of her scars are on her arms and body, though, as she usually is able to get the Canid or Rapt off before they get to her face.

-I like to think the scars on her eye are from Freida, the first Rapt she ever killed that's taxidermied on her wall.

-But she has a lot of scars from Raptidon claws and Canid mouthplates, sprinkled with some Manti burns and burns from Rapt spit.

-She also has her fair share of bullet scars on her, and definitely has some patches of skin discoloration from incidents regarding the sulphur pools. Chemical burns are a bitch.

-She's tall, and not exactly curvy? But broad. Big shoulders, wide hips, sturdy legs. Looks like she could kill you, could actually kill you alignment.

-The sand and sulphur in the air plays Hell on her skin, so she's got some old acne scars and places that scarred up into moles on her face. Has an issue with dry skin.

-Her skin is also pretty oily, and she washes it when she can, but water is usually better spent being drunk than washed with. However, she does carry a spare bottle of non-drinkable water to wash Rapt acid off in emergencies, so sometimes she'll pull from that to wash her face with.

-Big hands, calloused, pretty scarred up from her time on Monarch.

-I also like to think that she can tell you stories about most of the scars she has, lmao.

-Her nose, like Felix's, has been broken quite a few times and is pretty crooked.

-Most often, you see Nyoka with a slight sunburn on her face. It's hard to see, but her cheeks are usually warm to the touch.

-Her teeth aren't the best, but she does take as much care of them as she can out on Monarch. Still pretty yellow with some cavities, but not as bad at Felix's.

-Honestly the dark circles around her eyes are usually because she doesn't sleep a lot. She has dreams about CHARON, and that's not her favorite thing to do.

-At a pretty healthy weight for Halcyon, and ofc, has muscles as big as your head.

-Surprisingly soft hands, though.

#the outer worlds #tow #the outer worlds hcs #headcanons #hcs #parvati holcomb #felix millstone #ellie fenhill #nyoka ramnarim wentworth iii #vicar max #maximillian desoto #appearance hcs #asks #anon #i need to stop now or i'll never stop

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stripperblvd · 4 years

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Thomas Hewitt Smut

Warnings: NSFW, some fluff,

You have been living with the Hewitts for a while now. 2 weeks to be exact. Their cannibalistic ways were surprisingly not as grotesque as you would have liked it to be. You couldn’t help but feel bad for the victims that you ate or cooked at dinner. OH yeah! In exchange for letting you live Mama decided you could help her in the kitchen. You were a quick chopper and your tastebuds came in handy if old Luda couldn’t taste something. Everything was quite all right in your new life. Welllllllll……..almost

Your only problem was Luda’s son, your voucher Thomas, or Tommy for short. You both developed a quick bond and it didn’t go unnoticed. Monty and Hoyt didn’t bother you much. The problem came when you started to sleep in the same room as Tommy, since he was the one who pleaded for you to live, you felt safer around him. But now it only bothered you. And not for the reason that he had a skin condition, more about his presence overall. Every night you couldn’t help but think what those big meaty hands could do to you, how he could take you against anything and make you scream out his name. You couldn’t help it either. After a few days Tommy grew trusting of you and went back to sleeping without a shirt. That was your death, every night when he came to the room you would pretend to be sleeping, just so you could catch a glimpse of his firm chest or bountiful belly. The muscles in his back did something to you whenever they flexed, and you always thought about holding onto his bicep as he pounded into you.

That’s how you found yourself in this situation. Seated on Thomas’ lap making out in the middle of the night. He had come back from chasing away a few teens and was taking his clothes off as soon as he came into the room. What he found there was something he could never forget.

You were sprawled out on the bed. Completely naked and legs spread open. You were moaning Tommy’s name and didn’t have time to register anything before he turned the lights off, picked you up, and smashed his lips against yours. His rough hands explored your smooth skin gripping at your curves and squeezing your breast. You moaned out as your small hands wandered over his chest. Soft yet firm and slightly hairy. This was all you ever wanted. To be dominated by Tommy, your arousal dripping onto his thighs.

You pulled apart to catch your breath as your hips started moving on top of his bulging cock. He groaned deeply as his hands played with your perky breast and his face found home in your neck. He had too many layers on, you made quick work of his belt and pants leaving him in his white boxers. Thomas sighed as his length was set free from it’s confinement. You started stroking up and down, stopping at the base to squeeze his cock. You laid Tommy down and went to give him what he deserves. Your tongue licked at his hard shaft tasting the pre cum he had going on.

Tommy couldn’t handle more than mere minutes as he sat up and positioned his dick at your wet slippery entrance. “Please Tommy” was all it took for him to ease his way into your warm tight inviting heat.

It was unlike anything he ever felt. You were so warm around him, tight and your wetness just made it even better. You swollen throbbing clit begged for his thick fingers to play with it and so he did. Your moans were music to his ears. You both tried not being as loud and just making noises in each other's ears. Tommy loved this. No one in the world could hear what he was listening to, his Y/N moaning out in the pleasure that his body brought to the young woman. The pants that came when she didn’t feel like screaming out his name and letting all Texas know how good it felt to have him buried deep within her tight walls, thrusting at an incredible pace.

Tommy felt your hands go from gripping his shoulders down his back. He felt them stop at his ass, giving it a firm squeeze. Even tho the moment was completely erotic this made Tommy blush and go even faster than before. This caused you to arch your back to him giving him a great view of your bouncing breast.

With a loud moan and an erotic pose, you felt the building in your stomach release. This was something totally different to him. He felt as your walls constricted on his fat cock, he felt the rush of warmth that came with your orgasm coating his shaft. He also felt his own release. He felt his dick throb incredibly and his balls tighten. He felt as his hotspurs of thick white cum entered your insides and thickly coated your walls. He couldn't’ stay up by his own strength any more. Tommy let himself go as he plopped down next to you.

He felt your arms wrap around his neck and your legs go around his waist. You nuzzled your face to his warm neck and whispered, “I love you so much Tommy Hewitt”. This made his chest swell with pride, adoration and affection. He would never be deserving of you, but as long as you stayed with him, he would always welcome your caring love. He squeezed your body to him and kissed your forehead once more before letting sleep consume his happy dreams of a future family with you.

11/17/19

#thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas x reader #TCM #Texas Chainsaw Massacre #thomas hewitt smut #smut #female reader

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ihatebnha · 3 years

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I really appreciate the Bakugo headcannons about the hair. I have pcos and the side effect of extra hair. I have it on my stomach, butt, thighs, sides of my face, and the past few years it's started growing longer, noticeable hair under my chin/along my neck, so I literally have a mini neck beard. I've dealt with it since puberty and its something that makes me think I'll never find love. I want it gone, but I've tried shaving and all that and it just comes back worse. My only hope is some form of permanent hair removal, but thats expensive. I get really sad when thinking about it. All these fic are like "he slid his hand up your silky smooth legs", but I'll never have that. My legs will always be hairy, what guy would want to run their hands up that. Who wants to look down and see a woman with a neck beard, horrible unruly sideburns, dark thick hair running up to her belly button. Noone. It hurts too that my mom mentions it every now and then. "It looks really bad." "You gotta do something about it." "I told you not to mess with it, it just makes it look worse". It makes me cry, because she tells me to do something about it, but if I try then it comes back worse and then she tells me I shouldn't have done it because I know it comes back worse? I love her, but it hurts hahaha.

Anon!! I’m really glad you appreciated them, I hope I was able to do you some justice and offer a little bit of relief. im always trying to make sure my writing is inclusive for everyone, and that includes things like skin color, body hair, weight, etc… so if you ever want me to do more, or include certain stuff in requests, or even just have suggestions for how I can do better next time, I always want to hear them!

I honesty find it super weird that most fics present the reader as “small,” or “delicate” or “cute” or anything of the sort… because even tho I understand how/why some people find that appealing… that is not the only way that the concept of shyness can or does manifest itself... or how people physically look.

The truth is, no matter how cute or tiny or unblemished somebody is or wants to be, we, as humans, aren’t all like that and often can’t be. AND THAT IS OKAY! Being those things does not make you any more lovable or worth it than anyone else, and presenting such ideas in fics just enforces the idea that those characteristics are what makes someone desirable, which really just isn’t true… like… at all. And as fun as that can be for a while (because it is fun to feel cutesy or whatever), it’s actually pretty damaging and annoying.

(Im def not saying fic writers are bad or mean for using such tropes, especially since I’m sure ive done used them, too…. i’m just saying that at this point, its kinda too widespread)

Even though I know I can offer you very little relief… I just want you to know that you are not dirty, gross, ugly, unattractive, unlovable, ANYTHING, because you are hairy. Anyone who says otherwise is a WEAK, PUSSY ASS BITCH who has never had a real problem in their life and is doing you a favor by weeding themselves out.

The people who really matter (and real men, for that matter), don’t want or need you to change yourself, and they are out there just waiting to love you, even if you haven’t found them yet. DO NOT EVER SETTLE.

Honestly I’m not gonna go into it any further bc I have too many thoughts but the whole conversation around body hair just pisses me off. PEOPLE HAVE HAIR ON THEIR BODIES and If u expect otherwise or are mean abt it… you are a fucking pinhead.

(This includes bitches who are like: “I dont care if you have hair, I just personally prefer to shave!!” .... don’t care didnt ask plus how does it feel to be a slave to the patriarchy? Is eating internalized misogyny for breakfast every day really that delicious?)

anyway…. It’s not, nor will ever be, your responsibility to cater to losers who dont understand how the human body, and by extension, your medical condition works. You dont owe anyone an explanation, and one day you will definitely find the right people to hang out with, and a comfortable solution for your hair!!

One of the reasons I like BNHA is because I know for a fact those boys don’t care about SHIT!!!!! They do not have the time or energy to care about someone only for their looks…. and I know this might seem unbelievable or opportunistic, but I literally think abt the fact that the bnha boys like body hair every day… and I have come up with reasons that back my opinions up for ALL OF THEM (soooo… ask me abt them some time LOL)

(Also im sorry bc this is rude… but im definitely omw to smack the shit out of ur mom…. that attitude is sooooooo rank and nasty lol… even if u love her.. I DON’T and she owes you money for laser if she’s really gonna make comments like that)

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jojosbabe · 3 years

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Not safe for work abcs headcanons jotaro kujo.

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These are just my personal opinions and headcanons. This is just how i see jotaro. I may do a fluff one and redo general headcanons too.

Warning not safe for work content ahead.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): jotaro is cuddly after sex(idgaf what people say otherwise. Because fuck what people think, also aftercare is a must and is important af after sex especially rough sex you dummies, if you dont do aftercare,you shouldn't be having sex,aftercare if more than snuggles tho. Its check in on you and making sure you're ok and not hurt,god people infuriate me when they write him like this or dont write this in general for anyone.). He will make sure you're taken care of. Water,a towel,he prefers a nice hot bath afterwards tbh. Its relaxing and cleans you both up too. Softaro is best jotaro. FIGHT ME!!!!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): he doesn't really truly care as he loves all of you as you are. But he does have a soft spot for your eyes. He loves staring into them as you two frick frack. Thighs and a cute butt is nice too. But overall he dont care. Its not a huge deal if you dont have thick thighs or a bubble butt.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): Jotaro prefers to cum inside you,mouth or puh. Either way. But if you're not comfy. Then he will inside a condom or your face. But he also like to cum on your back.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): he kinda has a thing for girls in sukeban getup. Or even girls who wear biker gear or jackets. But what really gets his goat. Is actually sweethearts. You know the sweet girls that just genuinely check in on you and see how you're doing. Cute laughs n smiles. Etc. He hates the shreiking and not genuine girls. The fake nice people. And super overly clingy people. He is actually affectionate with the right woman.He doesn't say it out loud. But that whole traditional Japanese woman thing in his bio? A lie. He said it to get those annoying af fangirls off his back. He prefers a sweet woman. Like his momma. And someone strong like his father n himself. Like jotaro loves his parents. He's just annoyed by people who are at his school. And mqny other crap he has to deal with. Like i could go on but you get the point. Jotaro isn't some cold hard headed dick. He prefers authenticity. If you're genuinely an excitable or loud person. And passionate. Than he will like you. But if you're doing it to be fake or "impress him" its a turn off. Like joot loves sweet girls. And maybe the badass types. But he prefers authentic,genuine,you. Whomever that girl or whatever your personality may be. As long as you don't fake or lie about it. Or try to be like thats beeyotches at his school. Your good. He aint hard to please. Less of a venty type one is he kinda likes those mermaid swim tails. He loves them and thinks they're neat.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): at first. No. Like his jiji. He wings it. But over time he gets you,your rhythms,and movements. What turns you on and off. Dos n donts. Like all joestars,they get better as they age. By the time you have kids(if you do. Whether it be jolyne or an oc or both or none.) He's got you down to a T. *finger guns*

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): missionary(to see your face and be close to you),69(for some fun),doggy(so he can ora ora deep owo),tho he's game for anything as long as you're comfy.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): more serious at first,maybe a few funny moments here n there. But over time. Be prepared for a lot of nautical puns n shit.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): he keeps himself shaved. He prefers a treasure trail if he leaves anything d9wn there. He doesn't like being hairy too much. It has a tendency to curl or be patchy and gruff and he doesn't prefer it. Tho you might see a five o clock shadow or a neatly trimmed beard on his face on occasion. Tho down there,he's shaven for the most part.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): very intimate. He prefers these moments where he can relax and unwind with you and not worry about life or stress. Its as if the whole world melts away. Just you and him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): When he is not able to see you (either he is abroad and you dont come with him or you are busy and cant be with him) he often will rub one out. Tho its not as satisfying as being with you. Master of phone sex and sexting. He loves to hear you moan on the phone while you get off to him. And he does the same for you. He does love mutual masturbation with his girl. Its kinda hot to him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):anything to do with water. In the water. Etc. Shibari. Maybe light bdsm. He will only go heavy if you want him too. But he himself doesn't actually prefer it heavy. He prefers light roughness. If he does anything heavy its dirty talk. He's more sensual than sexual. He prefers to slow burn you and tease. Tease him back and ooooo boy you got one flustered mess of a joestar. This boy bout to ora ora you till break of dawn. Forgot to add a size kink(course all jojos re bigger than you in some way at least the first 3) and a slight daddy kink(this one is more so after you get married)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): besides the water places. The bedroom or the kitchen table. Dont matter truly. But it has to be in a hotel room or the privacy of your home.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): be a tease but be classy. Talk with him about what he loves and his interests. But also yourself. Genuinely. Playful shit talk is nice sprinkled here n there. Also head massages and back massages. He absolutely will melt in your hands. Also he kinda likes it when a girl can make him laugh. Because he feels like he can open up more. And feels comfortable.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): anything obviously dangerous or gross. Public sex. Semi public is pushing it but he would be ok but you'd have to reaaaaaly convince him or both be very horny. He doesn't care for threesomes. He dont hate em. But he already has enough of a time pleasing you. What makes you think kujo has time for anyone else. He is a one person type man. Srry.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): giving. He likes seeing your reactions. And also loves making you smile. He's is good at eating you out. Tounge skills pretty good. Gets better over time. He wont say no to a blowjob tho. Even if you cant take him all the way. He likes it when you can try or just licking it. He also loves it if you dont forget the balls.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): hes game either way. He prefers slow and sensual. But he dont mind getting rough. But be warned what you ask for you'll get.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): he dont mind em. He prefers like i said to take his time. But he dont mind a quick romp. But it will always be a good one.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): only if your comfy. But he's down to try it once. But if he doesn't like it. He wont try it again. Simple.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): pretty long time. Even as he gets older. He's pretty damn good.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): sometimes. He likes to use vibrators on you. But nothing beats good ol star dicknium if he wants to be spicy. >:3

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): you would think he wouldn't. But oh boy you're wrong. So dead wrong. He will tease n tease n tease. Till you can't handle anymore. And just as you think he'll let up. He'll tease one more time for good measure. But he isn't always unfair. Sometimes he'll let you tease em back. But don't expect to not have a struggle. *wink*

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): depends on the mood. But he loves hearing your voice scream his name. Tho if you're quiet he'll turn the table n be loud to you. But he can be quiet if needed be. Its that konda thing where if he wants to be heard he will. If he wants to be quiet. You wont even know you two fucked at all.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): he likes it when you bite him. Not too hard. But just a tiny nip or something. He smokes after sex. Tho later on over time. He quit smoking. But it was a very hard habit to quit. He started to slow down during diu. He got less n less more so after he got his degree n doctrine(he vaped for a short time to help kick it). And finally kicked it all together after his kid(s) was born(if you have kids or decided to. But either way i hc he waits to have kids,canon be damned. He isnt the type to be reckless like that especially with kids or his wife/significant other,so fuck canon,he waits)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): ok joot is big but not like unreasonably big. Good god people. He is an 8in. Slightly on the thick side but not super thick. (Most big dicks aint past 8 or 9 inches ok? Anything biger than that you're gonna hurt yourself or tear something up in there. It aint porn stars. Besides that shit is so fake. And should not be used as references for smut fics imho)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): not super high. But average healthy amounts. But lower than most. But when he is in a mood. Oh boy. He gonna Rock the boat.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): depending on how good it was. Most of the time He's gonna fall asleep right beside you. Maybe have star snuggle with you as well. Sometimes tho if he isnt tired. After he checks on you. He'll have a smoke(3taro) or he will get you both some tea or watch some tv till you both fall asleep(mostly 4taro and dadtaro and pretty much duringyou married life). Either way

#jojos bizarre adventure #self ship #self shipping #self shipping is the only shipping i do #joot💖🐬#i self ship with jotaro kujo 💖🐬#not safe for work abcs #not safe for work jotaro #mostly self ship but tried to be inclusive too

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phobiadeficient · 4 years

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Hey! First of all tell ya that holyfcknshit your writing gives me life! Like, ugh, youre my fckn fave writer!!! Aaaand this is my first request!: Transboy!Scout x Sniper x Demo! Maybe a little hurt/comfort centered on Scout? I just rlly love this three guys together!! Anything with them makes me happy! And your writing with this ship? Ugh ill be in heaven!! You dont have to do it if u dont like or arent comfy with it, tho! Thanks for letting us read your wonderful works!!

can you imagine being scout tf2 in this situation? “yeah im getting a little dysphoria guess i’ll talk to my two hot boyfriends abt it” like can you Imagine

(warnings for discussion of dysphoria and non-graphic PIV sex, i understand that not all trans men are comfortable with that but when i headcanon scout as trans i also tend to headcanon him not being particularly prone to most kinds of body dysphoria and having a generally positive self-image overall. just wanted to be clear on that)

Overall, Scout felt pretty nice. With his two guys, fresh off of dinner and just a little bit buzzed, squished between the two of them all cozy and stuff, and Sniper was playing with his hair and Demo was telling some story about a dumb kid he knew in school and stuff was overall just real nice.

And of course his stupid brain had to come along and ruin it by making him think about sad shit.

They were in Demo’s room since he was the only one of them who was smart enough to get a big mattress. Scout had Sniper’s arm just sort of thrown over across him, he and Demo’s hands intertwined on Scout’s stomach, and he just kinda looked at them for a minute. He thought it was kinda neat just seeing all the little details there, how Demo kept his hands cleaner but his nails were longer, Sniper’s clipped way short but still just a bit dusty. Or maybe that was just his callouses and some weird tanning sort of thing going on, who could say? Demo’s hands always kind of ran warm, and Sniper’s always kind of ran chilly, and Scout would go way warm or cold depending on the day, super susceptible to temperature because he was such a skinny little fuck.

Maybe that’s what he was staring about. Looking at their arms, it was made all the more clear how much scrawnier Scout was. It wasn’t even like Sniper was a particularly buff guy, he could be described as “in-shape” at best, but he was still just... bigger than Scout.

And the other thing, he realized, was that man, Demo and Sniper were both pretty fuzzy dudes. Hair on their arms and legs and all across their chests, Demo with a pretty nice beard and Sniper with almost a beard on accident.

Wham, just like that, like a bat to the temple, self-consciousness, self-doubt. Because that was just one of those little tiny things that Scout would get super insecure about all the goddamn time. Just the little tiny differences. Like the slightly different jaw, the slightly longer eyelashes, the slightly different build. And Scout was lucky, he knew that, because he was tall, and he knew how to work out to build his muscles so he could pass pretty easily in that regard, and his chest wasn’t anything to brag about to start with let alone when he started binding.

But the lack of facial hair, and the hair everywhere else on his body being kind of pale and nothing, and his scrawnier arms, it just...

He exhaled slowly, letting his eyes fall closed. Okay, he needed to slow down and take a breath. Here he was, squished between his two favorite guys on the planet, and who just so happened to be willing to date him and sleep with him on a regular basis, and who were also really hot, and he was getting all up in his own head over nothing. It was dumb. He needed to quit it.

But his brain kept cycling him through it, again and again, and it was Sniper who eventually pulled him out of it.

At some point he’d started playing with the hair on Sniper’s arm, just sort of fiddling, pushing his fingertips across his forearm idly, and Sniper tilted his head to watch him do so. That made Scout suddenly aware that he was doing it, and he faltered for a second, but he continued anyways, even as it made his thoughts a little harder to ignore when doing it consciously.

“One day, love,” Sniper said quietly, and Scout looked up at him, a little wide-eyed with surprise. Sniper smiled a little. “You’ve been doing that for about twenty minutes and staring off into space like you’re waiting for your spouse to come back from the war, love, it was a pretty easy guess to make,” he elaborated.

Scout looked back down and away. Chewed on his lip and his words.

“Is it, like,” Scout started, and had to pause for a second to think of how to word it right. “Is it ever,

y’know, weird? How I’m all... smooth and stuff? And not fuzzy like you guys?”

“Not particularly,” Demo shrugged, the shift minute since Scout could feel it. “Not a big difference.”

“I’ve met plenty of blokes who shave or wax anyways to look nice for other blokes, you’re a good few steps more hairy than them,” Sniper added.

Scout nodded slowly. “...And the... you’ve already said all the other stuff isn’t weird,” he said carefully.

“Aye,” Demo agreed.

Scout was quiet again for a few seconds.

Sniper stopped playing with his hair and removed his hand entirely, and Scout went to complain about it, but was surprised into staying quiet by Sniper rolling to prop himself up over Scout, looking down at him. “Love, are we not telling you enough how handsome you are?” Sniper teased.

Scout flushed. “You tell me plenty,” he mumbled, glancing off.

Sniper took hold of his chin and tilted him back to face him, mouth very very close to his own. “Could tell you more.”

“Could show you more,” Demo agreed, finding a place to wrap his arm over around Scout, kissing at the space under his ear and making him shiver lightly.

“I—guys, it’s fine,” he protested, but it was weak and halfhearted, because Sniper promptly moved to the other side of his neck to nip and kiss, following Demo’s lead. “I-I-I don’t need the... the extra sort of, the...”

He kept trailing off as his breath caught, the two of them being extremely distracting when they wanted to be. He jumped lightly when Demo pinched him lightly on the side, and heard the rumbly little chuckle of amusement that the motion got him.

They finished off getting him properly distracted, Demo parting with one last hard kiss on the lips, and then they were both just grinning down at him, leaving him there probably looking like a complete mess, spots on his neck surely starting to redden.

“Handsome,” Sniper observed simply.

“Gorgeous,” Demo agreed, and gave him another peck for good measure.

Scout’s face was on fire.

“...Well what are you gonna do about it?” he finally prompted impatiently, shifting a little.

Chuckles from both of them, and then they were in motion, starting to strip.

Scout took off his own briefs and the tank he used to bind when they were off work, and mostly just set to distracting Demo as the other tried to get out of his own clothes, much simpler than his uniform but more challenging when Scout was hanging off of him and kissing him absolutely silly.

Sniper pulled Scout off of Demo and back into his lap to free up Demo’s attention for a moment, and Scout’s breath caught as he felt a bare chest against his back and bare thighs under his own. Sniper kneaded at his thigh idly and tucked his head in to nose just under Scout’s ear and speak. “How d’you feel like doing this, love?” he asked softly, sentence punctuated by a little kiss. “Feels like it’s gonna be your night tonight, that sound right, Tavish?”

A sound of agreement from Demo as he struggled free of his shirt. Scout chewed on his lip and thought a little, shifting his weight back against Sniper and enjoying the way Sniper steadied him with arms wrapped around his waist, the hardness beneath him, situated in such a way that he had to really roll his hips down hard to apply any kind of real pressure and make Sniper exhale softly against his neck.

“I dunno, you could fuck me, maybe,” Scout suggested idly, rolling down against him again for emphasis.

Sniper considered that. “We got any rubbers, Tavish?” he asked, and Demo paused where he was pulling free of the last of his clothing, thinking.

“...Should,” he confirmed, moving to the bedside table to check, and coming up with a few foil squares a second later triumphantly.

“Alright then,” Sniper nodded, kissed at Scout’s neck some more. “Who d’you want for what then, love?”

“You fuck me, just like this, I suck Demo off,” Scout decided, eyeing up the bomb-maker in question as he joined them on the bed again, now naked and smiling a bit as he passed over the condoms to Sniper.

“Sounds good to me,” Demo agreed, and pulled Scout in with a hand on the back of his neck to kiss him, other hand drifting over his thigh and guiding him up into a kneeling position to give Sniper room.

Then there was a pair of fingers drifting along the inside of Scout’s thigh, moving between his legs to tease him for a few long moments before Sniper was slicking them up and slipping them inside with relative ease. Scout moaned softly against Demo’s mouth, earning a chuckle.

“Lovely thing,” Demo teased, both hands stroking over his thighs as they started to tremble under the force of Sniper’s fingers moving into and against him in throbbing waves, a skill afforded by experience he’d only gained since he’d gotten with Scout, but fuck, he’d really learned a lot in a short period of time, knew exactly what Scout liked, knew his tells, knew when he could add another finger, knew when he could pull his fingers out altogether and guide Scout back down into his lap carefully, carefully, and Scout was grateful that Demo had the foresight to get lubed condoms because the slide was so nice as he sank down.

Demo pulled back to let Scout moan and curse and make all sorts of noise, visibly admiring the show as Scout rolled and shifted his hips to try and find a good angle, Sniper muffling soft noises into his shoulder. A long few moments were spent with Scout trying desperately to get used to the feeling, only to be thrown off his rhythm as he found a good angle, then again as Sniper rolled his hips gently and the pressure shifted, then again as Demo pulled him back into a kiss.

“Gorgeous,” Sniper murmured against the top of his vertebrae, kissing there lightly, breathless. “Gorgeous thing.”

“You’re—“ Scout started to say, but it was cut off by a shaky sigh as Demo nipped at his bottom lip playfully, Sniper mirroring the motion against his backbone.

In no time at all, he was shifting his legs slightly to get comfortable and starting to move, a gentle up-and-down, barely exerting himself with how extremely fit he was, himself doing most of the work with Sniper rolling along when he could.

And Scout was lost in sensation for a little while, and Demo had been making himself busy lying a series of hickies all up one side of his neck, so he was a little surprised and largely pleased when he blinked his eyes open and saw that Demo had a hand around himself as he took in the view the two of them made. And once he realized that, Scout didn’t waste time nudging his hand aside to try and take over, and then he was being treated to the always-lovely experience of being caught between the two of them, all giving and taking pleasure as well as they could with their brains getting increasingly scrambled.

And Scout could vaguely remember having said something about sucking off Demo, but every time he tried to pull his hand away so they could readjust, Demo mumbled some vague complaint and urged him back into place again. And somewhere along the way Demo slid a hand down his stomach to toy with him in much the same way he was being toyed with, and then all motion was kicking up a notch—

Sniper was done first, surprisingly, swearing through gritted teeth, pulling out midway through as he shuddered through aftershocks that seemed to drag on and on. Scout gasped, and found himself desperate and just a little bit demanding. But man, he really did get lucky enough to find two guys who were real hot and pretty smart, because when Sniper had finally settled down a little Demo had already rolled on a condom and was urging Scout into his lap instead, and he exhaled with relief as he sank down again, mouth locking together with Demo’s as soon as he could get the breath for it, Demo working a hand back down between them to then work at Scout as best he could as the other lifted and rolled Scout with very little effort involved.

And at that point they were both worked along to the point where it barely took any time at all before Scout was trying to muffle himself into Demo’s neck—yes he got loud in bed, no he couldn’t help it, even if he tended to be the one the team then took potshots at over breakfast for being a noise complaint. And Demo was there too, swearing in a choked voice and breathing hard.

Actually, they both were breathing pretty hard. And Scout felt ever-so-slightly steamrolled and extremely pleased with himself and the state of the world around them. And he found himself playing with the abundance of hair across Demo’s chest as he came back down, melting into a nice little puddle in his lap and humming, gone soft and relaxed.

“Handsome,” Demo quipped, kissing at the side of his head, and Scout couldn’t help but smile at the feeling of a beard rasping against his hair.

“Feeling better?” Sniper prompted, and Scout could only hum for a moment, still a little overwhelmed. That got a chuckle out of the both of them.

“Must’ve done something right, aye?�� Demo asked, and Scout heard the two of them sharing a brief kiss over his shoulder, and that got him to grin all the more.

“You guys are the best,” Scout decided, mumbly but pleased.

A hum of agreement. “...Y’know that, er, thing you tend to do? Where I’ll be acting like an absolute bugger and mouthing off and you make me go eat lunch and then suddenly everything’s all better because I wasn’t in a bad mood, I was just hungry?” Sniper asked.

Scout hummed in agreement.

“Think this might be that for you,” Sniper concluded, smoothing hands down Scout’s sides, and Scout leaned into it. “A little attention and all’s right with the world, seems like.”

Demo cupped his chin and tilted his face up to kiss at his cheek, and Scout was sure he was grinning like a total dope, but he couldn’t help it. “More attention might be just what the doctor ordered,” he agreed. “That sound right to you, lad?”

Scout hummed in agreement, melting back forward into Demo’s chest again.

“Alright, lovely as you are you ought to get up so we can mop up, doll,” Demo urged, and helped shift Scout up and out of his lap gently. “Made a damn mess of you, would like to avoid ruining the sheets.”

“Shower?” Sniper asked, pulling Scout to his feet.

“Shower,” Scout agreed.

And maybe it was just that Scout had been a little pent-up and it was doing things to his head. Or maybe it was that the two of them were excellent at comforting him in any way he could when those doubts started to spring up. Either way, he found it really hard to be worried about something as simple as him being less hairy than your bog-standard guy off the street when he had Sniper playing and helping to wash his hair and Demo humming more gentle compliments into his ear and bickering quietly with Sniper over nothing important.

#//demosniperscout #//trans characters #//tenderness

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