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[introloves]

@virgoamajiki: hhnngggg no thoughts just boxer!bokuto fucking you senseless after seeing the other boxer he was supposed to fight that night flirting w/ u just to rile him up and throw him off his game.

— soft dom! bokuto + boxer! bokuto + mentions of harassment in the beginning + overstimulation / dumbification + size kink + comfort + praise + breath play + squirting + fluffy end + bokuto calls reader ‘puppy’ + f! reader

— word count; approx 2.6k

— part of my boxerverse! bokuto: one shot no. 1

he can’t blink back the images of you during the fight. the near deafening roars of his name all fadded into nothingness as he stalked towards his opponent- bokuto was dead set on putting him down.

the prick had really managed to get under his skin at the weigh in, picking you out- pointing directly at you and asking why you didn’t hop on over, he said you’d be better taken care of.

you’d sat there, wide eyed, clearly scared and taken back by his words. you only spared him a glance. instead turning with wide eyes at your boyfriend, now scared for the other man. frantic eyes shot up to look for his own- it was clear what you wanted, you looked scared and your face held a look that said;

“bo, please don’t.”

and usually, that look would disarm him completely- but not now- not now when he can see the way your eyes watered and lips trembled at the words.

he is sorry for not looking at you right away, sorry for not giving you the comfort you need-

but he’s not sorry for lunging over to the other side, barreling straight past staff that looked minuscule compared to his towering form. microphones clashing onto the floor with clear intent.

it’s complete chaos, bokutos manager grabbing him, holding him back down onto the seat, hissing in his ear that he’ll have a chance to go at him, “in the ring.”

you sit, dazed by the clamor and rapid snapping of cameras that bathe the two of you like a shower of pure light.

but he sits back down, hand clamped over your thigh, squeezing you, using your body as a stress ball. he can’t even look at his opponent, amber eyes focused on nothing more than your trembling knee- koutarou truly thinks he might kill him.

-

when he finally enters the ring, it doesn’t take long for the bastard to get dropped. its almost comical how short the match ends— usually bokuto would have put a little more show into it, letting him take a couple of hits before handling it, dragging it out to fluff his ego, showing everyone that he was the king, but not now.

as soon as his opponent is down, spread out on the white canvas- he steps once towards the body— pushed away by the referee in panic with the way he looms over him a little longer than necessary. the referee looking over at his teams side, shoving him back into his corner before calling the end of the match.

he lets his body get shoved into his corner, scoffing at the way the man lays there... pathetic.

bokuto doesnt even react to the roars of the crowd- walks past his team and into the locker rooms.

it feels like it takes forever to get back to you, normally you’d be at the ringside, but for this round he didn’t want you there and you not being able to do that, especially for a fight like this has you on edge. waiting for your koutarou to come home. the tension is almost suffocating when you finally hear the door slam closed.

you know hes not mad at you, thats not who the shake of the house is directed at. bokuto has always been a gentle giant with you— an overexcited, loving, and sweet giant.

he walks straight into the room, tugging off his shirt, shorts, leaving a trail of clothes as he makes a beeline right to you. there’s a deep want, need to have you, it feels like someone’s pressing down onto his chest- a tight ball of... anger and fear swirling around there.

it softens when he see’s you though, cuddled up on the bed, eyes lidded as you smile at him, welcoming him home. when he touches you, your body still warm from an almost sleep, he feels the sharp edges of anger melt away. there was no need for him to angry or scared at the words his opponent had thrown your way- he wasn’t the one about to fuck you to sleep... but the small tingle of fear and anger didn’t leave him completely.

“baby.” you murmur, hands outstretched to bring him into your space, the big body of his instantly melting down to your form, elbows perched on either side of your head- trapping you completely in.

“saw you drop him... first round.” voice heavy with lust and want, he was so strong and powerful and all yours. legs drop down onto the bed to let him in, ready for him, waiting for him.

“yeah, had to.” bokuto responds back, whispering it against your lips before he kisses you, licking into your mouth with heavy strokes of his tongue, all but tracing his name onto the front of your teeth.

“he scared you didnt he?” he growls, hissing at the way your heat wiggles to find his cock. bokuto shifts to hold the weight of his upper body on just one arm, slipping a hand down to tug your bottoms off.

“mhm.” you whimper back, gripping onto his shoulders, body jerking with every pull.

“did you see how i took care of him, pretty thing?” kou spits, pulse quickening at the wetness that meets his knuckle, trailing the back of his hand up your cunt before slipping a finger against your folds, splitting them open to briefly glance at your exposed pussy.

“fuck- course you did, thats why you’re so wet, huh?”

you cant really say anything, because he was right- seeing him knock that man out with one punch, straight to the jaw, sent heat flooding through your veins, proof of it formed in the shape of pure slick painting the outside of your cunt, between your thighs, pooling in your bottoms. its kinda silly, he knows what he does to you, knows you love watching him in his element, eyes hardened and face laxed in total concentration and an air of cockiness to him when he steps in the ring. he knows you love it, cause you’re always drooling into your panties when he comes to you after a match.

“real wet.” he marvels once more, sinking a finger all the way down to the knuckle and all you can do in response is open your legs wider, tilting yourself up to show him how ready and receptive you were for him.

“good girl.” his voice is tight and low- something like a growl with the way you move against his one finger. its enough to snap the string of self restraint he had, pure unbridled energy bouncing off him as he departs from you- just for a second, to kiss you harshly.

its a mix of tongue, spit, and teeth- strings of your passion still hanging from between the two as he leans back to look at your form, wiggling around in need of him.

its okay, he thinks, he’ll give you what you want.

and he does, doesn’t take long for him to grab the base of his thick and heavy cock, letting it slap against your cunt a couple times before squeezing the head of him inside- nice and snug. it makes him lightheaded, he cant think of anything but you- a fever crawls up his sculpted back, a need to just sink in and fuck you silly, but he wants something from you first.

“who do you belong to puppy?” he inquires gruffly, not moving an inch, watching the way you blink up at him through tears.

“w-what?” its sudden, your sweet and kind bo almost never talked like this in bed, it makes you salivate, a heat flushing down your back.

“c’mon- tell me who you belong to.” he hisses once more, splaying one of his big, strong, veiny hands across your chest, pushing down- locking you against the bed.

he still hasn’t moved, and the fluttering of your pussy down on the head of his dick makes him grunt- muscled stomach tensing with each one. he comes back to you- a little softer in the way his words sound, carrying that sweetness you know and love.

“please, tell me you’re mine.” he whispers, moving the hand that had you pinned down up towards your neck, rough callouses rubbing against the soft and sensitive skin there.

its a juxtaposition of kind, vulnerable words mixing in with the harsher movements of his strong hand curling against your airway, frantic in the need to hear it from you.

you know what he needs, and you’re more than happy to comply, wanting nothing more than to make him feel better. your hand moves up to wrap around his wrist, pulling him in close, eyes burning with hot tears forming there at the lack of blood- but you continue, till the next words are all but hissed, high and tight.

“yours, i’m all yours koutarou, my king.”

there isn’t anything he could have done to prepare for that, he stutters, chokes on the lust heavy in his chest, he feels like there’s molten want dripping down his veins- swirling into a tight ball at the pit of his stomach.

all he can do is rear back, hips lifting off you, popping the head of him out and you nearly whine, nearly ask him whats wrong before he slams down in one hard and desperate stroke, catching the skin of your cunt harshly, but its okay- there would have been no way you’d survive in a relationship with him if you didn’t like a little pain.

when his hips make contact with your cunt, puffy lips giving him cushion- he grinds down, smashing your clit down against his pubes.

eyes shut tight, a choked sob tumbling from your lips in response, head teetering back onto the bed.

“koutarou! fuck! fuck!” words high and staccato-ed are echoed out into the room, he feeds off the broken syllables of his name tumbling from your lips.

he looks at you while he squeezes his fingers against the thrum of your quickened pulse underneath his hand- watching your eyes roll back, the whites of them on clear display as lips part, a silent scream painted onto the moments of your face-

the bed groans, creaks with each crushing thrust he gives you, drilling you down into the bed.

“keep saying my name puppy, keep saying it.” he grunts looking at you with a feverish and concentrated gaze, affected in how well you stroke his ego, chest feeling incredibly full, the prickle of his orgasm starts, but there was /no/ way he’d come before his baby.

the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat sweeps down your arching body until his thumb finds your twitching clit- immediately pressing down on it with enough force that his thumb turns white. it rips a scream straight from the center of your chest and your body starts seizing up.

he huffs out a laugh when he sees the way your hips cant up off the bedding- it nearly pushes him back, but he stays unwavering, following the movement of your spasming body.

“koutarou!” his name leaves your mouth in the form of a wail while he batters your cunt, you don’t even know you’re moving the way you are- hands falling to rest pitifully against your head.

“ah- that’s my girl.” bokuto beams, seeing the splash of your cum arch all the way up to hit his tummy- abs glistening with every contraction as his hips drill into you- he gives in, taking the thumb that had been squeezing your clit down onto your body and sticking it into his mouth, watching you with lidded eyes as he licks the cum off his hand, all while keeping your neck pinned down and chasing the frantic movements of your hips.

there’s no immediate reaction from you when he picks up your legs- weak with the strain you’ve put them under, and folds them up to your chest.

the only thing you do is intake a lungful of air, dazed eyes looking up at him- not knowing how he got so close to your face.

it’s the first slap of his heavy balls against your ass that makes you come back from it all-

“p-please!!” you cry, eyes wide. the force of him still pistoning into you makes your body bounce off the shaking bed, and thanks to the squirting orgasm he fucked out of you with his thick cock- building a near searing sensitivity into the walls of your cunt and clit, you cum once more. it’s the final break into a headspace that has you twitch and flail your legs, wiggling against the hold of his arms.

“yeah- good girl.” bokuto grits out, a bead of sweat drips off his face onto your own, and thankfully- it’s what he needs to cum. his eyes are frantic as he watches you- swollen lips, face turned relaxed as you squeeze down around him, looking like the image of fucked stupid.

with the a final resounding smack of his hips into you, his cock jumps, swelling, growing snug inside you before he dumps an almost obscene amount of cum into you.

small twitches of your body lets him know you feel it, his head falls down to land against your chest, keeping you folded as he grits his teeth.

it takes rapid, hard blinks of his eyes to not let tears fall down onto his face. he’s shaky as he finally sits back up, making sure to bring your thighs down gently.

“kou-“ you choke out, looking for him-

he responds by finding your limp hands, still lying up by your head- slotting thick fingers and broad hands into your own.

“‘m right here.” koutarou nearly wheezes out, still reeling from an orgasm that he can still feel.

“that felt good.” your voice is airy and sweet- pitchy and laced with love.

for the second time that night- he laughs, shaking his head while he slips his softened cock out of you.

he picks you up, scooping your trembling form into swollen muscles- keeping you nice and tight against a hard torso.

“you make me feel good.” he whispers into your hair, not caring about the trail of hot cum that leaks out of your fucked out cunt, trails of it running down his leg while he places you on his chest, laying the both of you down.

holding you tight like this, sweat mingling together, residue of cum and tears painting eachothers bodies- he knows there was nothing he should have ever been worried about.

he didn’t have to worry about protecting or loosing you- bodies intertwined, locked into one another proved that you took care of him, gentle hands tracing your name onto the skin of his chest.

“i’m all yours koutarou.” you whisper, nearly falling into the heaviness of sleep.

he once again blinks back the need to cry- he could take all the punches in the world, not even blink, but he was so weak for you.

“yeah... i’m all yours too.” his voice is tender, shaky with emotion, arms squeezing around you tight.

he really was.

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[the-daily-multi-fandom-post]

Humanity:

~ Damon Salvatore x reader ~ Mystic falls gang X reader 

A/n: there is no Delena in this sorry :/ this also isn’t the best.

Summary: Y/n pierce. The twin sister of Kathrine pierce. Y/n’s daughter Y/d/n was murdered (because the person thought that Y/n was Kathrine), making Y/n turn her humanity off. Y/n goes to mystic falls and feeds off of a few people, only to be caught by her long term best friend/ crush Damon Salvatore. Later on Y/n and Damon confess their love for each other. 

Mystic falls 1864: 

“Where’s Kathrine and Y/n?” Damon asked looking at his younger brother. The greened eyed boy looked at his brother, shrugged turning around looking in the woods. “They’re gone. Father and the counsel captured them.” Stefan explained looking at the raven haired man. “Damn it Stefan.” Damon swore as he looked around. “We have to save them.” Damon proclaimed looking at his brother. Stefan nodded as they ran through the woods in search for the carriage holding the vampires. 

Two shots were fired that night, and two lives were taking from two men who shouldn't have died. Damon and Stefan were shot by their father. There father was angry with them for associating with a vampire. In fear that he would be judged by the rest of the counsel for his sons mistake he killed them both. The next morning Damon and Stefan woke up as vampires. They completed their transition then went different ways. Not to see each other again until decades later. 

Mystic falls present: 

“Stefan I told you I have no feelings for Damon.” Elena cried out looking at Stefan. “You’re lying!” He shouted making her jump back. “Look Elena if you want to be with him go ahead, but don't lie to my face about it.” Stefan said strangely calm. “I don't have feelings for your brother Stefan. I love you, it will always be you Stefan.” Elena claimed looking at Stefan with teary eyes. Stefan looked at Elena and shook his head. “Stefan?” a voice called from the front door. “Stefan?” it sounded like Elena. “Kathrine.” Stefan said looking at the older doppelgänger. “Woops.” Kathrine sneered looking at Stefan.  “Kathrine, what are you doing here?” Elena asked looking at the doppelgänger. “Playing you, its getting quite to easy.” Kathrine said looking at Elena with a smirk. “Where's Damon, I need to talk to him?” Elena asked looking at Stefan. “With Alaric, Jeremy and Matt down at the Lake house.” Stefan said looking at Elena. “Oh yeah, I forgot.” Elena said looking at Stefan. The front door opened once again revealing Damon, Alaric, Jeremy and Matt. “Kathrine.” Damon sneered vamp speeding towards her. grabbing her neck and throwing her against the wall. “Damon, its Elena.” Elena gasped as Damon applied more pressure. “Damon stop that's Elena.” Stefan said looking at Damon. “No it isn't Elenas right behind us.” Jeremy said looking at Damon who was holding a doppelgänger by their throat. A doppelgänger walked into the room with a smile on her face. “Hello brothers.” Y/n said looking at Damon who was still holding Elena by her neck. Kathrine was smirking with Stefan seeming shocked by this confusion. “What miss me?” y/n asked looking at Damon who seemed to be shocked. 

“Y/n?” Damon asked with a smile. Damon hasn't seen Y/n since that night in 1864. Y/n was going all over the world pretending to be Kathrine so Klaus would follow her and not Kathrine. Luckily he started following Y/n and not Kathrine. once again showing you how selfless Y/n is to save her family. “Damon, long time no see.” She said with a smile looking at Damon with a smile. Damon let go of Elena neck mumbling a apology as he slowly walked over to Y/n. His long lasting best friend. He smiled looking at her. “Oh my god.” He said pulling her into a hug. “So she’s been with us this whole time pretending to be Elena?” Alaric asked looking at Stefan and Kathrine. ‘Yes, I just wanted to sneak up on my old pal here.” Y/n said looking at Damon with a smile. “How rude of me.” y/n said looking at everyone in the room. “Let me introduce myself.” Y/n said making Kathrine smile. Y/n always had a way of introducing herself ever since she had met up with her sister. 

Y/n vamp sped in front of the three men she has never met before. She smiled looking at the brown headed boy. “Y/n Pierce, the better looking sister.” Y/n whispered the last part. She vamp sped to Elena and gave her a smile. “Thanks for letting me borrow you ring.” Y/n said taking her ring from Elena and giving hers back. “When did?” Elena asked but was cut off by Matt. “Why are you here?” Matt asked with an attitude. “Well Mr. attitude. I was here to see my boys again.” y/n said looking at Damon and Stefan. “They aren't yours.” Kathrine said looking at Y/n. “No, but they are my friends.” Y/n spoke looking at Kathrine with a bitch face. “Do you have your humanity off?” Kathrine asked looking at her sister with a smile. “Damn I thought I hidden it well. Opps.” Y/n smiled vamp speeding to matt and feeding off of him. “Bye.” Y/n said then speeding off leaving a bleeding matt in the floor. 

~ “Why the hell does she have her humanity off?” Damon yelled at Kathrine. “Oh you don't know, well out of the goodness of her heart -that she used to have. Adopted a little girl back a few years ago. Long story short someone that hates me thought Y/n was me and slaughtered the girl right in front of my sister.” Kathrine said like she was just telling someone about her day. She took a swig of her bourbon looking at Damon and Stefan. The Salvatore brothers stared daggers at Kathrine shaking their head. “So your telling me you practically let someone murder you sisters kid?” Jeremy asked looking at Kathrine with a shameful face. “Look its survival. As long as Y/n and myself aren't hurt. I’m okay.” Kathrine said looking at Jeremy. “You are a sick bitch.” Elena said shaking her head at Kathrine. “You let your sisters daughter be murdered just so you can live!” Elena yelled looking at Kathrine. “You know I thought you were a monster before. Now you are totally a monster. I cant.” Stefan started looking at Kathrine shaking his head. “Look I know we can fight over this all say, but Y/n.. my best friend is probably out there feeding on some people so I suggest we go find her.” Damon said looking at everyone in the room. Everyone looked at Damon shocked. “Y/n has been there for me in ways you'll never understand.” Damon said looking at everyone. “Y/n is practically a saint. I have never seen her hurt a fly. That is until Matt. But anyway, if you all swear up and down that you are such good people. Help get her humanity back.” Damon said getting up from the sofa and going out the door. 

Dead bodies were lying all over the grill as Y/n dance and drank, while singing. “Hey Bus boy! Turn the music up!” Y/n yelled as she danced. The man did as told. Making Y/n smiled. “Hey-Hey mama, look at me, I’m on my way to the promise land. Woah!” Y/n sung sway her hips to the sound of highway to hell. “I’m on a highway to hell.” Y/n sung with a smile drinking more of her jack Daniels Tennessee whiskey. Y/n frowned noticing that her drink was empty. She walked over to the bar and compelled her another bottle of liquor. “Thank you.” She said with a smile going back to her spot drinking and dancing. “Highwa- what the hell do you think you are doing?” Y/n asked noticing someone had turned off the music. Y/n saw Jeremy gilbert stand there looking at her with a frown. “Look little gilbert.” Y/n said right before she hiccupped. She slowly started walking towards him with a angry look. “I’m a little thirsty and as you can tell I will happily feed off of you.” Y/n spoke. “And as of right now I could just kill you without even batting an eye. So cut on the music.” Y/n demanded looking at the young hunter. “Sorry no can do.” he said right before Damon injected her with Vervain. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. Y/n looked at him and smiled. “its gonna take a hell of a lot of vervain to take me down. Do you not remember. I have taken vervain everyday since I turned. You cant.” ~Snap~ her neck broke. “Woops.” Kathrine smiled looking at Damon. “Lets get this over with.” Kathrine said looking at Damon. He nodded lifting Y/ns body up and carrying her bridle style. 

Salvatore boarding house:

They put Y/n down stairs in the cellar after they drained her blood, replacing it with a hell of a lot of vervain. After a while Y/n started waking up. She opened her eyes to see Damon standing in front of her. “Howdy.” Y/n said with a smirk. Looking at Damon. “How you feeling there?”.  Damon asked giving her Smile. “Dick.” She voiced lowly. “you see I don't like this new you. You just turned to be another Kathrine and we already have one of her.” Damon spoke looking at Y/n. “Well if you let me go, I can show you I’m nothing like her.” Y/n said looking at Damon with a smirk. “sorry not until you turn those emotions back on.” He said looking at Y/n. “Well you’ll be waiting there for a long time.” Y/n said annoyance laced her voice. “Y/n I need you to turn on those emotions. If not for me do it for Y/d/n.” Damon said making her jerk her head to look at him. “Don't talk about her.” Y/n said her voice full of anger. “Oh look anger that's an emotion.” he sneered looking at Y/n.

 “Think about that little girl. She wouldn't ever want her mother to be like this. Think about that little girl. That (y/h/c) haired, (Y/e/c) girl running around with daisies in her hair. Running around with a smile on her face.” Damon said looking at her. “Go. To. Hell.” Y/n said through gritted teeth. “Been there done that.” Damon said with a smirk. “Think about her, y/n. That poor little girl when that man slaughtered her. When she cried out for you. For you to be her mother and protect her.” Damon said as he noticed more tears go down her face. “Think about that girl, now that she doesn't have to deal with your poor excuse as a sister, and now she is so lucky that she doesn't have to deal with you now.” Damon watched as the switch came on and emotions were flooding in. “You were the best mother that she could ever have.” Damon spoke looking at Y/n. “I’m sorry.” Y/n sobbed looking down at her feet. “I’m so sorry Y/d/n.” Y/n cried as her body shook in sobs. “Y/n look at me.” Damon said looking at his sobbing best friend. Y/n shook her head ‘no’, still staring down. He lifted her chin up and stared into her (Y/E/C) eyes. 

“You were the best mother she could have every had. You protected her with everything you had until those last moments. Y/n.” He said looking at his best friend who was still crying. “She loved you, she knew that you tried your best to save her. She knows that you fought to save her. But she wouldn't want to see you like this. To become like the monster that killed her.” Damon said looking at Y/n with a sad smile. “Damon, I’m so sorry.” Y/n cried. “I Know, baby.” he said pulling the ropes off of her and pulling her into a tight hug. “Its okay.” he said kissing the top of her head. “I love you, Damon.” Y/n said into his chest. “I love you, too.” He said with a smile. “No.” She said pulling back. Wiping the tears from her eyes. “I love you, love you. Like I have feelings for you.” Y/n said looking at Damon who seemed shocked. “I love you too.” Damon said looking at Y/n. 

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