#tw.praise

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ ! „ MOLASSES

tw. incest, noncon to dubcon, size kink, belly bulge, a lot of praise, breeding, creampie, corruption, lotta emotions and tears, ? yandere, soft service dom! vash wordcount. 5k

a/n. if you don't watch this show please please give it a try it's grEAT ♡♡♡ I don’t know anything other than the first 8 episodes of Trigun, so there will be spoilers or references from those, but nothing else! So if you’re also watching the show for the first time you are safe. I’ve just gone off of the backstory we know so far and personal interpretation, so some things might turn out to be a little out of character in the future. ♡♡♡ hope you liKKEE it i loVEEE love these charas already im gonna cry

vash the stampede x fem!reader

The dust that tickles your neck makes breathing heavy, sluggishly treading through layers upon layers of sand. The blanket of dust also catches the light of the sun, casting everything in a stunning brilliance while drowning out the horizon. It stings, and your feet burn with every step- you wipe a sloppy hand across your forehead, but remain just as sticky, hot and gross. All things that- in the long run- don’t matter. Or won’t matter once you’re done here.

The sand shifts under your feet, and makes the climb even slower.

Only a few more steps. You take a deep breath, and watch the scene unfolded before with a heavy feeling that makes your empty stomach churn. At the bottom of the wave of sand, the big metal cruiser stands shimmering violently under the midday sun— smoking, abandoned if the footprints are anything to go by, and recognizable. You trip your way down the mountain of sand with heavy legs, sinking down every few steps as you look around.

The faint shape of a town remains at the edge of your vision. It’s far, but not impossibly so. You wouldn’t like to do it by foot, though, can’t imagine anyone would. The vehicle, while glowing with heat, is valuable enough not to leave even its wreckage behind. And the person you’ve been trailing is no fool. If you had any energy left, that would set off more alarm bells then it does. But you still unholster your gun, the metal heavy in your hands as you raise it towards the door nearest to you. It would be safe to assume they’ve gone, and their numbers aren’t great enough to leave people lingering.

Your breathing is tight as you wipe your hands on your clothing again, one by one, and make it the last bit down in a jog. The town doesn’t look particularly rich or well-populated, but any town out in the middle of nowhere like this one, has one thing of value.

The door of the vehicle clinks mechanically as it slides open, and the engine of the vehicle blows a long, whistling noise— and your aim is perfect as you freeze up. It reveals a set of stairs into the upper deck, but you simply glare, and after a few seconds, put on a slight frown. “You can come out now.”

Your voice is steadier than you imagined it would be.

There was a time where you longed fondly for the reunion, you suppose, nights by the campfire, in other people’s company. It was impossible not to, foreign as you were to the world. Wondering where and how you belonged, if you were missed, or needed. But it’s been years… too many years, and things have changed.

And yet, his voice sounds exactly how you remember it when it comes from within the metal cage- just out of your view. “That’s awfully distant.”

“Come out or I’ll riddle this hack of shit full of bullets and leave you stranded out here,” you say now, peering through the scope along the heavy barrel, and cocking it once. “Now, Nai!”

There’s a soft chuckle, and then feet that gracefully slide down the stairs into view, each step slow and steady and confident. You expect nothing less. The white cape obstructs most of him from your view, so you don’t dare blink— until at last, he jumps down onto the shifty sand, both hands raised. “That’s Nai niichan to you, isn’t it?” It’s unbearable. The low tones of his voice are just present enough not to allow you to slip into thought, but you find yourself tearing up regardless. He’s still sickeningly perfect, light hair sweeped away from his forehead, brows soft and straight, and a smile to pierce straight through your heart.

Whatever type of restraint you convinced yourself you could have if you saw him again, seems to evaporate with the sun flares that burn above. Instantly. And though you had time to prepare yourself, the last few hours of catching up to him aren’t enough for the onslaught of emotions that crash over you as you aim that barrel straight at his face. “Cut the shit. You don’t get to talk your way out of this, not this time.” Your voice cracks, and you bite your lip. “I wasn’t expecting to pick up on your tracker this far out…” Or at all. But maybe it shouldn’t surprise you that the eldest expected you to give up on him. Given he gave up on you, too. “Where’s the rest of them?”

“Not here.” At your glare, his mouth corners twitch, and he lulls his head to the side. “I’m alone, baby sister, I promise. I sent them into town to handle business. You understand.”

The quip gets under your skin, and you’re sure he knows, but you narrow your eyes, and tighten the finger on the trigger as Nai waits. For what, you’re not entirely sure. There’s so much to say, too much for a single person’s lifetime, but you know your eldest brother. He’s strong, and shifty just as much as the sand he plays around in; and he’s most likely just entertaining you. You know that. “I should just kill you right here and now,” you end up mumbling. Sand scratches the metal of the cruiser, and the ticks of the dust hitting the surface grow louder.

“I don’t even get a chance to explain myself?” The joyful melody of his voice is everything but normal, and you want to scream, and kick and cry until it stops being so damn grating, but you can’t. You hate him. You hate him, don’t you? “How cruel.”

You snap. Voice full volume and angry, you don’t even feel the way it stings between breaths as you bark out what needs saying. “This isn’t a game, Nai! It’s been five years, and that’s all you have to say for yourself?! Explain what?!” Your vicious anger makes your entire face feel hot, burning with an entirely different purpose. “Explain how you took him away from me?! Why? What did niichan ever do, except give you chance after chance to make things right?!” All those years of your grief that built up into a ball of resentment can’t be stopped with a simple confrontation. You knew that going in. But it suddenly all comes out like a dam that’s been shattered, and floods everything else.

“And I’m to blame?”

“You killed him!” you burst, glaring so hard your eyes might make him drop dead on the spot. “He was all I had left! But you just can’t let things go! And you took him- y-you took him from me, and I’m here to make you pay.” The dry chuckle isn’t unexpected, but it still hurts. And you find yourself fighting back the very real urge to make him hurt just the same- simply taking a deep breath instead.

“Careful. Your favoritism is showing.” The white jacket rustles unnervingly in the wind, as the howling picks up in volume. It seems to thump in the same rapid rhythm your heartbeat is, and Nai raises a brow. “You’re no idiot, so I’ll assume you came with a plan. But little sister or not, even you have to realize that if I want you dead, it won’t be much of a challenge to make that happen. You’d do better trying to get along with me and show some forgiveness.”

The cold, calculated way he throws it out between you two is almost laughable. Like it’s even a choice. Like you were ever given any other choice than revenge, when he left you out here to die. Stranded, alone, with the only family you have left… “I’ll never forgive you,” your lips move, kissing the words— and wonder if you mean them. You don’t think you do, not really. But you want to either way, be it out of spite, or some sense of justice. No one could say he didn’t have it coming. “Never.” You bite back a sniffle, to caress the trigger tighter even—

a name.

your name.

called out like a gentle caress, or a brush along your cheek.

Your teary eyes focus on the movement at the top of the stairs quicker than you can process that the voice isn’t Nai. He wasn’t alone, and he lied- he always does, the child in you chants- but the voice… is familiar. Too much so. It sets every hair on your body up on end despite the heat, as a few steps sound on the metal stairs. Boots, a red coat, and you stumble back. The gun lowering automatically, dropping to the floor as heat floods your face. Heat in the form of tears, rolling thick down your cheeks. Nai barely moves, but you’re shaking as your other brother kicks up some sand and smiles, kind and wide and wholly him.

“Hey, little sister.”

Absolute disbelief floods you as you watch Vash, your Vash, stand side by side to his twin— and for a moment, you wonder if the heat got to you after all. But he moves, and though Nai moves to keep him from approaching, before you know it you can feel warm hands on your face; stroking your teary eyes and keeping you from totally collapsing. “Vash? Vash- niichan-” Your voice fails you as his blue eyes close and his matching nose bumps yours pressing his forehead to yours; and everything fails to make sense. “But I- I thought- you were dead, you were dead- I kn-” You pull back to look at Nai, then Vash, then Nai again.

The two people you had spent the last five years mourning— your kin, your blood; without grievances, alongside each other. “I looked for you.” Your own voice takes you aback with the thought. Because it’s true. You looked. Everywhere. Every sign, every possible option, you had dug for years on end to find nothing- “I checked … everything, if you reached out to me anywhere, I would have heard- I-”

You shouldn’t feel ice cold to the touch, eyes stinging as the wind picks up- but you dare glance up at your brother again- and he’s still quiet. Regretful. Sorry. The familiarity you find in those baby blues suddenly feels miles and miles away, and you take a staggered step back. It’s funny, really. “You knew.” You were always the temperamental one of the three, and you always felt more strongly than Nai did, you knew that for sure. But you used to kid yourself in saying Vash understood; as kids tend to do.

Realization hits you square in the face. “You knew I was tracking you, and you made me think-” The words die in your throat. “You left me out here. You left me to die out here. Y- to join him?!” Your head hurts, and spins, and you suddenly feel like you’re sinking into the floor with the full weight of that. Though either of them haven’t spoken yet, the silence is proof enough. It makes you sick, it burns on the way down, and you almost feel your stomach climb up into your throat.

“I had no choice, every second I didn’t- you were in danger,” Vash starts, reaching for you again, and you smack his hand away as hard as you possibly can.

“I thought you were dead! And not only did I not know, you didn’t even try. Both of you just left me-” By now, you’re barely breathing; the short, gasped hiccups aren’t enough to bring oxygen back into your system— you reach for your disposed gun to whip it back up at your brother’s face— as your frown digs so deep into your tear-ridden expression it aches. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill both of you.”

Nai only stares as your barrel goes to press against his twin’s forehead, but Vash— you suppose you were always three sides of the trifecta. If you had the temperament, and Nai nii the logic, Vash would be the emphatic one out of you all. Because even with your heavy duty gun right between his brows, his sad smile as he reaches for your cheek doesn’t fail; and he leans into you. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Your shaky breath isn’t enough, and you pull up your runny nose as you look back at Nai.

His beautiful face, and the quiet, tender look that passes— before the icy cold returns. “We don’t have time for this, Vash.” A mechanical click is so loud and heavy and piercing, a split second before you feel something hit the back of your head hard, and the world goes dark.

+

The room is quiet, apart from the slight ruffle of the sheets with his breathing, and yours against him. Ship Three rumbles at night, like a large beast settling down- it always keeps you up longer than you want it to. Keeps you from dreaming, too. But even in the darkness, there’s other soft noises you recognize like they’ve been coded into your brain, like the way he yawns and drapes an arm around you. These were the good days. Childishly unworried and awfully clingy. His voice is soft when he hums, and digs his chin a little deeper into the top of your head. “Not gonna sleep?”

“‘m trying,” you nod back, and nuzzle your face into his collarbones a little more. Your lashes brush the rough fabric of his shirt each time you blink, and shuffle, before eventually the hand creeps up to lovingly pet along your hairline. Vash’s eyes are half lidded when you dare to cast a glance upwards, but even the slightest bit of light gives them a warm, impossible shimmer. It’s home, and you find yourself clinging onto him a little tighter. The only sense of comfort you can allow yourself when the rest of the ship still feels so hostile, and you two- foreign.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispers, and even in your childlike innocence, it takes you aback a little. There’s only a few things you can think of that keep you up at night, right? Worries you and him share, should both be concerned about. You never bring it up, though. Because he doesn’t either, and what big brother says, goes. But you are not nearly as unaware as a child of your age should be. And you worry about tomorrow. If Luida and Brad decide to kick you two out at one point, if… 

No, when Nai niichan returns from his shallow grave. And you know he will. It’s only a matter of time.

“Can’t I come with you tomorrow?” His embrace is just tight enough to make you believe the promise you make every time you go to bed. “Everyone else but never each other,” you parrot, dutifully searching for his other hand to link your fingers with, “right?”

Vash stares for a moment longer, before a smile comes up onto his lips. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “That’s right.” We can lose everyone else. You’ve always believed your big brother. Trusted him implicitly, and without second thought, always. But for the first time in years, your throat closes up a little as your fingers tighten into fists of his shirt, and your desperate grip on him seems to be failing you. There’s no choice. There’s nothing else left to save.

+

Your head doesn’t hurt as much as you realistically know it should, when you come to. You groan, and your eyes slowly flick open to the sight of steam, and an intense heat that envelops you head to toe. The warmth of water all around your sore muscles is, by all accounts, a royal treat. Even the upper echelon has a hard time getting enough water to run a bath— and it splashes all around as you right yourself in the bath and try to come to. The first thing you notice is the shape of someone hovering near the doorway, and you wrap your arms around your upper body with a sneer.

Nai’s light hair is longer than it used to be. Of course, you don’t remember that much of the lean, skittish boy he used to be way back when, but you had pictures of the years you were too young to remember any more vividly. And when Vash died- when he left you- you barely got a glimpse of Nai before he vanished back into thin air.

The water is hot enough to make everything feel languid and soft and you have to fight yourself a little to raise an arm out of the water to go and grab for a towel. One that Nai snatches out of your reach, tossing it instead over the sink with a little lift of his brow. “Don’t be a brat. You probably haven’t had a bath in years, don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.”

You have no smart quip back to that, because you do of course, and instead let out a long breath. “Did you undress me?” Your eyes slide just quickly along his form-fitting white suit before tightening your arm around yourself. Along with your legs crossing, your spine straightens as he keeps his eyes on you too intently.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before when we were kids.”

Your dry chuckle fills the room only just. “It’s not the same as when we were kids, niisan. Not even close.” If he actually considers that fact, he sure doesn’t show it on his face, and the silence grows even tighter and more tense as you wait. After a few uncomfortable seconds, Nai turns his back on you to open the door.

“Vash, she’s awake.” If anything, that’s worse. You’d much rather spend another uncomfortable eternity stewing in your disdain for the eldest, than have to face Vash right now. But Nai doesn’t care, of course— and the slight shuffle outside of the large bathroom makes you want to sink into the water and resist the urge to come up for air. The two switch spots, and then the door is closed, and you’re trapped here again.

He calls your name so gently you almost think you imagine it, but it still tickles all the way up your spine with longing. And anger, and regret, all balled into a mess that is at risk of spilling over again at any moment. “How are you feeling?” His voice breaks the bubble. And you look to him despite everything, because you’re nothing if not trained to rely on him. It’s all you’ve ever known, and being betrayed doesn’t make that habit any easier to swallow. “Are you still hurting?” His cheeks are flushed over as he crouches down, and shuffles a little closer to the edge of the bathtub.

“Stop patronizing me, Vash. I don’t want your help.” You might say that, but you and him both know better. He says it out of genuine worry. The only problem is, you don’t want his fucking worry. You want him to plead for your forgiveness and explain and give you reasons to forget that you’re upset. You want his crocodile tears to wash away the fact that you’re hurting— and as long as you don’t get any of that, how can you forgive? His fingers reach out to grip along the back of your head and feel, and though you feel a very slight soreness, it’s mainly the casual way he touches you that sets you off. “Get your hands off of me.”

And then you’re crying, pulling up your nose against the wetness spilling out of your stupid, childish expression- and Vash, as he always does, goes even more familial and comforting. “Oh, my little girl, shhh- it’s okay. I’m so sorry, I am, c’mere.” He tosses his sweater aside to stand and move you out of the deepest part of the bath and makes room for himself, kicks off his socks, and slides in behind you. Uncaring about the fact that he’s in a shirt and boxers, he comes into the hot water and pulls you right back into him, and you don’t have the willpower to do anything but let him. “Big brother’s got you, shhh, shhh. I’m right here.”

You hate that it is comforting. You hate that you like the closeness.

And in the way you turn to press your face to his cheek, or how his arms fit around your curled up position in his lap, there’s a soft press between your brows that he fills with gentle kisses, where he runs his mechanical hand along the length of your thigh over and over again. And when you look up at him, Vash’s baby blues glint over, and he dips his head to be even closer to you. Close enough to feel his breathing on your face, and- have his lips pressing against your mouth. He lingers, knocks his forehead with yours, before the warmth returns and stays, and this time it heats your body up from the inside out.

“Niichan,” your voice breaks the silence, and he wraps his arms even tighter around you. Uncaring of the fact that you’re, his smallest sibling, is naked in his lap. Or well— you don’t dare think of any other option for his prodding and touching, happy to just live and let live for now. You’ve never been entirely ordinary in this world, after all, and… by virtue of proximity, it’s so easy to fall back into the role of the all adoring little sister. The press of his hips under yours is distracting when he shuffles, but eventually starts kissing down your neck.

“I never meant to leave you, I promise. Nai came to find me- and he forced me to join- I wanted to look for you, I swear, I went back- but Nai thought you wouldn’t … forgive him- and that you’d only be in more danger.” It goes in one ear and out the other. All you know is that your skin is so cold wherever his hands leave their traces, and that you don’t want him to stop touching you. You want him to say it. “Please forgive me. Please. I am so sorry.” His eyes are always so pretty when they’re aimed your way.

+

The bed sheets are cold when you land on top of them, Vash climbing over your body and running his lips down your neck and chest all the way down your belly. There’s something so high and out-of-this-world about the way he touches you, and clings to you, and you want to drown in it more than anything. But there’s just the one problem— He tosses the towels aside, and squeezes the soft plush of your thighs as he kisses you and his tongue opens your mouth again. “S- Love me,” he breathes into the kiss, before growling when your leg hooks around his thighs to pull him closer, “say you love me.”

The one problem that rears it’s ugly head as you watch your brother grab at your waist and scan your naked body before him like you’re just anyone- like- Your breathing hitches, and you shake your head. “No, no no no, wait, niichan.” You barely got a second to come to terms with the fact that you’re near him again, and barely one more to have him descending on you- that you didn’t stop for a second to think. This is your brother, and as much as your body might lie and say that it’s not so bad, you know better. He knows better. “Vash nii, no, we can’t. We can’t.” Your breathy moans of his name aren’t enough, and dragging a hand through his hair and tugging for good measure isn’t either.

He’s already panting and flushed above you, and tastes your mouth again as he spreads your thighs. “Oh, come on, imouto, please. Just lay back, lay back for me.” You try to push at his shoulder, but he only presses back harder, and stares at the point between your two bodies. Where his hard cock is dripping pre and the tip flushed red between his muscular thighs. It makes your tongue squirm in your mouth, as the cold glass of his hand comes to grip your jaw and he kisses and moans and does all of it without thinking. “Please, little sister, it’s been so long. I’ve missed you so much.”

His body lowers to yours, having his hard cock now brushing the top of your dripping pussy, heartbeat jackhammering against your ribcage like crazy. What is wrong with you? You know this can’t happen, know that the right thing to do is to shove him off and go to bed, but your body is so hot. He’s hot too, and so much different from what you knew him as— it fucks with your brain. Like a willfully forgiving haze that suffocates any sane thought. “Couldn’t get off without you, for five whole years,” he breathes, and kisses you, running his tongue along your ear and down your neck, “couldn’t do anything. I only wanted my little sister. Always- always wanted you.”

His other hand comes to trace random shapes on your tits, just barely brushing your nipples until they’re peaked and you have a cold shiver roll down your spine. “Don’t you want to be one with your big brother? Hm?” You do. Your arms instinctively reach up to wrap yourself around his back and feel his heartbeat against yours, larger shape basically crushing you into the bed. But it’s okay, and the way he rolls his hips against your waist, cockhead kissing the sloppy, needy entrance of your cunt- feels so fucking good. You can’t. Your head is shaking ‘no’ even though he pants your name and lines up to slide the swollen, ruddy tip between your bottom lips.

“We can’t, we can’t, niichan. It’s not right.”

“Shhh,” he squeezes your face before kissing you again, then flicking your nipples between expert fingers until your pussy is basically sucking him in itself, and your trembling legs slot over his calves. “I’d never want to leave my baby sister behind, how could you even think that.” The breathy admission is paired with a sloppy kiss above your heart, before he sucks the soft of your tit into his mouth and laves his tongue over your peaked bud. Then his hips roll again, and with a soft hiss, his heavy, hot cock slides into you. You should fight. You should run out of here. Should’ve never tried to find Nai to begin with.

But you moan as his heat fills your walls and he bucks slowly into you with unadulterated adoration, and tug at his blond head of hair for support. “Niichan, Vash niichan, no, no, y- can’t be inside me. Get out~” The out sounds more like a moaned ‘aw’, as his cock slides inside inch by inch and stretches you.

It aches. Every touch is more heated than the last one, and your nails automatically dig into the skin of his back as he bottoms out and tries to settle in your heat, tight little pussy barely big enough to fit all of him. Your eyes flick up to his face, and he laughs a little absentmindedly when you tear up. “Oh, fuck, you’re so tight. M- fucking my baby sister’s pussy- holy shit. I’m gonna move, m’kay?” It hurts and stretches you inside in a way that shouldn’t feel good, but it does, it does, you want to cry. He kisses sloppily onto your mouth and cheek, before groaning, “m’gonna -fuck.” The lewd sound of your cunny squelching as he pulls back and grabs himself at the base, pushing back in with a long moan— it’s so much.

But you’re entranced, totally sky-high with the way he looks above you, and over you. “Ah, ah, ah, nii~chan, I can’t, I-” you struggle to stay still under so much pleasure, hips jerking and your entire body pulling taught like a bow. “Vash nii~” Ever devoted, he blushes and groans your name and whispers to you, sliding in and out of you and pushing your thighs open further. With each pump, you’re a little further gone. With each pump, he seems to fill more of you, making your pussy drip all over the fancy, soft sheets. Your hands reach back to fist into the satin when he lays a final kiss onto your mouth, and rights himself to drape one of your legs over his shoulder, using his body weight to fuck harder and deeper— every pap, pap, pap sliding the bed back and forth in the dark.

And you choke on it, on your tears and spit and all the words that don’t make it out of your mouth; it keeps your head in a blissful cloud. One that has you slicking all over his cock as he fucks in and out, with rapid, rhythmic abandon. He’s so pretty. He’s so fucking pretty, is all you can think as he hoists your hips up with a hum and grinds his cock slower and deeper against your plush walls. “Oh, f-look at that. I can see myself through your belly, baby. Fu—ck.” It’s true. When you look down, he’s pressing on a little pouch that looks more raised than it should, and the push makes your pussy clench even harder around him.

“Niichan, n-niichan- that feels weird. S-stop.” He doesn’t, and the high blush on his cheeks and ears goes even more flushed when his eyes meet yours and he goes to wipe the tracks on your cheeks away.

“S’okay. I’m gonna take care of you, I swear ‘t. Ack, you’re so pretty, so fucking good.” His hand goes to change grip on your lifted thigh, while the other rubs sloppy circles at the top of your needy pussy until you can’t take it anymore. Your legs lock around him, and you grab at him arm in order to slow him down, but he simply shakes you off and spits onto your pussy for good measure. “You can cum, it’s okay. Big brother’s cock feels good in here, right? In that tight, little pussy. Go ahead and cum, cum for me. I know you want to,” the words barely come in, only the way your feet tremble and your muscles go even tighter.

You’re clenching so hard around him he has to fight to keep up the solid rhythm of his thrusts, and moaning, and throwing your head back as your nails drag down his arm. “I- I’m cl- oh god, I wanna cum with you, niichan—” you cry out with a tiny voice, getting shut up by your own hand slapping over your mouth at the terrible admission. But it lingers in the air as his fingers speed up more, rubbing that puffy nub until your vision goes black and white and the tightly wound coil in your belly snaps. “Vash nii~chan- I love you, I lo-love you. Please,” your voice dies, letting Vash fuck you through your orgasm as your toes curl and thighs shake and he jackhammers his cock inside you.

He heaves you off the bed into his arms before you’re even done to have your arms around his neck, and matching hysterical heartbeats thumping against each other, as he kisses at your temple. “I know, I know, I know, baby. Niichan’s gonna give you what you want, hm? And then you’ll say thank you, and I’ll fuck you again.” The kiss is sloppy when it finds your mouth, tongue taking more than you can give in your current situation. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you again, hang on- shit, c-cumming. Love yo-mouto, love you, m’filling you up.”

As he moves your body up and down on his thick, slicked up cock like a doll, you can’t control the slick that runs down your thighs or the ruined expression— just that you cling onto him as the last twitches of your soft walls wrap around him like it’ll keep him right beside you.

With a last few punishing thrusts, all the hot cum from your big brother’s fat balls fills up your insides, pumping you full to the brim with heat. But you barely get a second to come down before he lets you back into the bed, and turns you over so you’re onto your knees, and his cold fingers push inside to plug you up a little more. “Gonna breed this little baby sister pussy, hah. That’s okay with you, right? I promise I’ll make it feel good, imouto.”  

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[nkogneatho]

Baby!!! I missed you also I see we’re talking bout our RIDICULOUSLY HOT man Taiju!!! The man’s favorite position is having you sit on him so he can spread you wide and choke you while chuckling in your ear and telling you the nastiest things…my little sinner

AZ I MISSED YOU TOO.

Ah I just know he fingers so good. He finds it so cute when you come to him sniffling that your fingers are too small to reach your sweet spot. But with big hands and long fingers like his? He can easily satisfy you.

Also, he finds it so cute when you're a moaning mess. Chanting his name like he's a god, and you, his most loyal worshiper.

But it doesn't stop him from saying the nastiest things in your ears.

"Yeah you like that, baby? Look at you. You're so fucking wet. I make you wet, right? My big fingers are all it takes for you to moan like a bitch in heat. Ah, my pretty little slut. Make a mess on my fingers baby"

#taiju headcanons #taiju x reader #taiju smut #taiju shiba x reader #tw.praise #aztec♡ #soulmoots.°•♡

[devilstempt]

YOU’VE GOT A FRIEND IN ME.

erejean.

MINORS DNI, 18+

a/n: this has been on my mind for centuries and so i have turned what used to be a drabble into a fic lol so enjoy!!

also this is a part of a new series called 'sex w/ friends', and there will be a soft p2 to this on ao3, as well as many more fics, which i’ll cross post to tumblr. i'm writing a (halloween!!) mikasa fic rn too so look out for that!

tags: fem reader, threesome, unprotected sex, oral (f. and m.), handjob, aftercare, established fwb relationship (eren and you), bi everyone, eren just wants jean to fuck him so he lives vicariously through you, you are a menace just trying to get to mikasa

warnings: voyeurism, edging, praise, size kink

wc: 2.2k

synopsis: Jean, Eren’s friend, is quite literally, in you.

What Eren Jaeger wants, Eren Jaeger gets.

Fucking you is on his bucket list from when he was 18, and at 19, he does just that. He wants you as his indefinite fuckbuddy, and he gets just that. He wants to make you sob under him as he pounds into you? He’ll do it.

So, really it’s not surprising that Jean’s in your bedroom, as you mewl at the feeling of his wet lips all over your body, and Eren stares darkly from across the room.

You know Eren’s watching Jean, but when you look behind you to watch him, you don’t expect the hazy look in his eyes as he hones in on the way his friend’s tongue moves across the expanse of skin on your torso.

The way that Jean’s tongue swirls around your nipples has you desperate, wanting more, but you’re nowhere near far gone.

So you can still recall how it was him who brought the idea up. Sure you’d found Jean extremely attractive but you didn’t want to suggest involving him in your little arrangement, in the fear of Eren getting pissed.

Imagine the shock you felt when he brought it up. You had sort of figured that Eren had had a little (gargantuous) crush on Jean since they were kids, but he never brought it up, probably in fear of ruining their carefully built friendship. His eyes always found Jean’s body, even from across a crowded room, touches always lingering after they’d tussle on the field. It was hard to miss, really.

From fighting as kids, tugging on one another's hair just to be mean, to staring as Jean tugs off your panties, slow and steady.

Jean’s breath is hot against your wet core, and you squirm at the way it feels. Of course he’d tease. Eren’s much too eager to wait even a second before devouring you, but Jean is taking his sweet fucking time, and you want to force his mouth onto where you need it most.

Eren’s voice pierces through your growing mind fog, commanding, “Just give her what she wants, Jean.”

He chuckles, “You spoil her too much, Jaeger. Extend that favour to me, yeah?”

And that’s the last you hear from Jean for a few minutes, because as soon as he makes eye contact with Eren over your tensed body, he’s diving into you, taking you for all you have with his tongue. He moans, sounds silenced while he sucks on your clit, as you arch your back and whine his name.

When your fingers move to pull at his copper mullet, he gasps and moves two fingers into your mouth for you to suck. His fingers are slender and long, a harsh comparison to Eren’s shorter and stockier fingers.

Where Eren’s are smooth, Jean’s are rough, and fuck, can you feel it when he takes his fingers from your mouth to push inside of your dripping pussy. The callousness of his fingers rub against the smooth walls of your hole as he mercilessly attacks your g-spot. Then he’s scissoring them, and grazing his teeth around your clit, and you pulsate around his digits, stuck between a gasp and a moan as your orgasm rushes through your body.

You don’t think you’ve cum that fast in a while. Maybe his teasing is worth it.

Eren’s seat was behind you, and the last you remembered, he was actually sitting in it, staring Jean down as he made you cum. But now he’s sitting on the bed, next to you, smiling down at your heavy breathing with those green fucking eyes. Bastard.

Jean removes his fingers and licks one long strip up your pussy before he situates himself on his knees with your legs around his hips. One hand is on that huge dick of his, and the hand covered in your cum is outstretched, reaching for Eren, “Have a taste.”

Eren has never moved to suck anything that quickly. You watch his face as he hollows his mouth and all but moans around his friend’s fingers, staring straight at the said friend's eyes.

You can’t focus on the porn worthy scene in front of you for long though, because Jean pushes into you, all while he makes eye contact with Eren.

Your squeal is enough to distract them, though. Your ankles lock behind Jean’s back as your face scrunches up, trying to mentally accommodate his dick. You’ve definitely got the physical accommodation down.

Eren’s drooling around Jean’s fingers, mouth wide open as he stares down at your stretched pussy. Jean’s got length and girth (though he’s not quite as thick as Eren; you doubt anyone else can be that thick, to be fair), but the point remains that Eren’s never seen anyone else stretch you before.

Jean’s whimpering. His soaked fingers are sending more blood to his dick, and you are not helping. Not with the way you’re gripping him. He whines when Eren pulls away to take his trousers and boxers off and you think you hear a fucking sob escape him when he sees Eren’s cock slap against his stomach.

You would’ve cackled from your place, if you weren’t being impaled, but beggars can’t be choosers, so you moan lewdly as Jean thrusts.

Jean’s fingers did not prepare you for the way he’s fucking into you. Every thrust serves to make you just that little bit more wet; the sound of squelching is filthy, but it fills your ears nonetheless. You’re in fucking heaven, and you want Eren to make it even better.

You soon find another difference between them; the way Jean’s fucking into you is harsh but slow, but Eren is rough, fast and ruthless, and you’re guaranteed to find some hand shaped bruises around your hips the next morning.

Eren’s pumping his cock, ragged breathing giving him away, and you turn to him and open your mouth, lolling out your tongue. You don’t need words, and he knows what you mean, but he still shakes his head, as Jean’s eyes widen at your action, and he pistons into you and you could swear he brushes your cervix. Your moan comes out strangled.

You figure Eren can take care of himself, so you turn to focus on the man who is trying to tear you apart, and are blessed to see his face glistening, and so fucking red, you’re surprised there’s any blood in his dick. He looks beautiful, and you squeeze around him in appreciation, watching his face contort into a moan as he tilts his head back.

It’s then that you see Eren creeping behind him, smooth hands wrapping around his hips as he rests his head on Jean’s shoulder. He turns to suck a mark into his neck and you whine from your position. They both tower above you, but you know you’ve got the upper hand in the situation. You always do.

So you speak, voice tight as you try not to moan through shallow thrusts that attack your g-spot, “Fuck, Eren, wish you could feel him right now. Jean feels so good, stretching me out so well.”

Jean revels in the praise, mewling, and Eren looks down at you, bright eyes wide and glistening in want. You nod up at him.

Then he’s smiling, and moving his hands to rest on top of Jean’s on your hips. You’re hardly surprised when he starts pulling on them and forcing Jean to thrust harsher, as he pushes him from the back. Jean’s groaning, and he moves a hand to rub circles around your clit, in a fast rhythm similar to the way his hips are being forced to shove his cock deeper into your tight pussy.

It’s hard to last when they’re treating you so well, so you let yourself fall, crying out as your body shakes under them. Eren has the decency to let you ride out your orgasm, before he gently pulls Jean out, and pushes him onto his back.

Once you’ve gotten your breath back, you crawl to sit by his hip, as Eren situates himself between his thighs. Jean’s frowning, “Didn’t cum.”

“You’re gonna,” Eren’s voice is raspy and you know what he’s going to do, so you shuffle to sit on your knees next to him, one hand on his lower back, forcing him into a pretty arch, and another wrapping around his aching cock.

Eren licks a bead of your cum off of Jean, from the seam of his tight balls, all the way up to his weeping slit. Jean gasps, and his hands find purchase in Eren’s hair, loosening his bun. He doesn’t waste time after Jean scratches at his scalp, because then he’s sucking at the tip of his dick and forcing himself down.

Your tight grip on Eren’s dick is what reminds you that you have the power, so you use it, spitting into your hand, and pumping his length. It’s as tight as it can be, with the fact that the tips of your fingers aren’t even touching.

You pump slowly, grinning at the way Eren whines around Jean, which makes Jean moan and push further into the brunette’s mouth. “Look at that, my two pretty boys are doing so well. It’s so nice when you two get along. Makes me feel so good, so happy.”

Eren hollows his mouth and sucks harder, when Jean cries out, so you pump faster too, squeezing his shaft. You don’t let up on the talking, though, “Mikasa would love this, huh? Mhm, know how much she’d like to see me, see the both of you, like this. That’s the reason I asked you to join, Jean-bo. Want to get Mika, wanna know how she tastes when she’s coming apart on my tongue, on my fingers.”

They both go beet red at the mention of their close friend. They’d had crushes on her in the past, though not to the extent of the one you had, have, on her. You laugh at their reaction, “What, too close to imagine her like that? I’ll let up then, but only if you both cum in the next 10 seconds.”

Jean’s eyes fly open in shock, and your smirk is malicious as you twist your wrist and fuck Eren harsher. His moans vibrate around Jean as you start to count down.

“Ten, nine, eight...”

A whole range of expletives leave Jean’s mouth as he holds Eren’s head down and drives into his mouth. You’re sure he’s attacking the poor man’s throat, but he seems to enjoy it, loud moans silenced as he lets Jean use him.

“Five, four, three..”

Then Jean’s hips are stilling as he moans, and you stare as thick cum pools out of Eren’s mouth when he pulls out. Eren all but screams (as best as he can with cum down his throat), as he releases into your hand.

“One.”

Eren collapses, head on Jean’s thigh as he swallows. You give your cum covered hand to Jean to clean up. He diligently does, licking at your palm and wrist to get it all, humming into your skin.

Eren wants to say something. You pat his thigh gently and go to get two glasses of water from the kitchen, offering one to each of the men on the verge of knocking out on your bed. Eren sits up, hunching over tiredly, and Jean pushes himself up against the headboard. Eren shifts and you see some of his cum on your bed cover. Gods, you have to wash the covers again now.

“Your apartment’s nice,” Jean says after a sip of water. You roll your eyes and cuddle into his side, resting your head on his chest.

“You say that every time.”

“It’s the truth!”

“It’s only because I didn’t let Eren help with the interior,” you huff, and you feel his chest vibrate as he chuckles.

Sharing an apartment with Eren was fun, it meant easy access to his dick, and he was just an all round fun roommate. You’ve been teaching him the best way to fold clothes to avoid creases, and now he does all of your laundry. You think that’s just to prevent you from stealing his t-shirts.

Jean places his water on the bedside table, and takes Eren’s hair tie out, rolling it onto his wrist as he runs his head through his hair. Eren smiles, and holds up his glass to you to put it on the bedside table. You do, and then he slumps back onto Jean, his head on his chest, this time.

He mumbles, voice worn, but just loud enough for the two of you to hear, “Wanted that for so long.”

His words make enough sense for Jean to pause in his rhythmic action of running his hands through his hair, and you just smile, “How ‘bout you talk about this when you’re not as spent? Let’s rest for a bit.” Jean looks down at you, brows furrowed, but you just brush some hair behind his ears.

It takes some very lazy shuffling before you’ve wiped everyone down, and soon you’re in Eren’s t-shirt, he’s in his own (fresh) boxers, and Jean is wearing some of his own clean boxers that he brought in an overnight bag. You snorted at the Christmas patterns.

Rolling under the duvets is much easier, and soon you’re all cuddling, leeching off Eren’s body heat as you and Jean nuzzle your heads in his neck, legs tangled all together. It’s cute. Not enough though.

“Do you think Mika likes me like that?”

“Shut up,” Jean groans, and Eren pinches you weakly on your arm.

You sigh, and reach over to hold Eren’s other hand over Jean’s waist. Falling asleep comes easy after that.

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[absolutvirgin]

❛𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫❜

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔— miya atsumu x fem!reader

𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒆— haikyuu!!

𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎— one-shot

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆— nsfw

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔— breeding kink, vaginal penetration, non-con/dub-con elements, creampie, unprotected sex, yandre like tendencies (kinda?), bondage, cum inflation, degrading, praise, use of mommy, use of sir.

you should have known something was up when atsumu asked you to book the weekend off, but how were you supposed to know that this is what he had planned for a three-week getaway? you had expected a trip to tokyo, or even some other tourist attraction in japan. after all, summer had just begun. but then again, atsumu had never done anything like that before, why would he begin now?

“the bunker?” you arched a brow, dropping your heavy bag on the ground. yeah, you were not thrilled to say the least. your family owned a bunker in case of emergencies; tsunamis, earthquakes, apocalypses, etc. it was in the mountains of tokyo, too far to travel anywhere touristy.

“what ya disappointed?” your husband looked back at you, a devilish smirk on his face. “we can have some one-on-one time. we never have anytime for ourselves anymore, babe.”

your expression softened and your smiled softly at your hubby. now that he explained it, it was kinda cute. but then again, being trapped in a bunker with each other for three weeks? would this really be the best for your relationship?

atsumus intention was not at all as cute and innocent as you first thought. one single kiss became a make out session. the make out session lead to your body being bonded to the headboard with handcuffs.

your head tilted back, eyes following as you moaned his name. “fuck, ‘tsumu.” he continued ravishing your neck with rough, quick and sloppy kisses and bites. his hand had been massaging your inner thighs, his knuckles often times teasing your heat.

“you’re not leaving this bed, is that understood?” his hand had moved to cup your clothed pussy. when you didn’t reply, his hand pushed against your panties earning a whimper and hurried response.

“yes, sir!” he pulled away from

your completely, standing up off the bed. your eyes watered, and you whined for your husbands touch.

“what an eager lil slut, hm? don’t worry baby, soon you’ll be begging me to stop.” your eyes widened at the look in his eyes but you thought nothing of it, maybe he was just pent up. you two hadn’t been having as much sex lately, yeah that was probably it. you watched with glazed eyes as he removed all his clothes, his girthy cock stirring up emotions in the pit of your groin.

he crawled up onto the bed, hovering over your helpless body. “w-wait.” you whimpered, desperately wanting to brush your hands through his hair. he halted for a moment, moving his gaze from your wet panties to your eyes. “condom?” his eyes once again held that look that frightened you.

“we won’t be needing those anymore.” he kissed his way up your body, neck, jaw and finally landing at your ear. he nibbled on the lobe softly, “gonna fill you up so nice, gonna fuck my kids into your womb.” his hand rubbing over your stomach. your eyes widened, your head shaking.

“no, ‘tsumu, i don’t want children. no, no!” he grinned at your pleas, pulling down your dampened panties. he spread your thighs with his knees, despite how hard you attempted to clench them together. “no, please no.”

he took his hardened dick in his land, lining up his shiny red tip with your wet folds. “so wet for me, hm? you like the idea of being a mommy?” your body went limp as he entered you, you had given up. his dick made you feel so good, so full. your pussy lips stretched around his dick so tightly, slick sounded echoing throughout the steel bedroom. he went from hard, slow thrusts to full force, fast pummels. your eyes had rolled to the back of your head, hands gripping the chains of your handcuffs.

the room echoed with sounds of his balls slapping across your ass and your mixed moans. “such a good little slut for me. you’re gonna take my cum right? gonna take every single drop? let me have so many kids, i’ll fill you up real nice?”

“no,” you whined, followed but another moan.

“no?” he laughed. “we’re in the middle of nowhere baby, and i’ve got you all tied up. there’s nothing you can do. you’ll be a real good mommy, don’t worry.”

your thighs began to tremble in their locker position around his hips. the fluttering in your lower stomach began to feel unbearable. “fuck, feels so good, pleasepleaseplease.”

“cum on my dick, baby. fuck.” his thrusts began to become sloppy. but nothing could ruin this feeling inside of you. the feeling of his seed spilling inside of you tipped you over the edge, and you came with a cry. “gonna fuck my cum so deep inside of you. can’t wait to see you all round with my children.”

tears fell down your face, the pleasure becoming too much as he drove the both of you into overstimulation. “don’t worry baby, gonna fill you up every.single.day, you’ll be a mommy very soon.” he planted a chaste kiss to your temple as he came a second time.

he adjusted your body so that he could fuck you from behind. you didn’t bother to protest. atsumu knew how to pleasure you, he never disappointed. “tsk. my cums leaking out, looks like i’ll just have to give you some more, hm?” you whined, pushing your hips back into him, desperate for his girth. he chuckled, “ah, so you do want to be a mommy.” he entered you once again, stuffing the leaking seed back, deep inside. he leaned up to whisper in your ear. “you’re doing so good, taking my cum, milking my cock so nice.”

you had no energy left after the fourth round, tears stained your cheeks and drool on the corner of your mouth, eyes rolled to the back of your head. “look so pretty, all fucked out, like a dumb little bitch on my cock.” he grunted, fucking into you the deepest he could, adding more of his seed to your growing collection. his hand wandered down to your stomach, feeling how bloated you were. “awe look how cute your round lil tummy is. looks like it’s working, hm? better continue just incase.”

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[zuyuzuri]

“Akkun~ wan’ to touch your body..pls” you begged. He smile and thrust little harder. “Sure thing,pretty.” You love his build body and tattoos on his body is worth than anything else. Sometime,when he taking off his clothes you will always blushed. “Shit- this pussy taking me so well.” He praise you because he know your that your weakness. Soft sex with him is just pure heaven.

Tagged: @ch-xr

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[shokobuns]

“𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬”

your sugar daddy takes you to the beach.

PAIRING: sugar daddy!sukuna ryoumen x f!sugar baby!reader

GENRE: smut, some angst

WORD COUNT: 1.3k 

WARNING(S): 16+ smut, kind vanilla, unedited, uncharacteristic soft sex, beach sex, exhibitionism, implied dacryphilia, praise, overstim, unprotected sex, marking, creampie, unintended confession, angst if you squint

He keeps one hand on the while almost carelessly driving top down when he speeds down the highway. The sun shines down on the both of you, providing you with all the warmth you can ever ask for. Your hair blows in the wind and he takes small glances to admire you — the pretty girl who sits in the passenger seat. On the other hand, you don’t make an effort to hide your staring, observing how the top button of his shirt is down, revealing the tattoos on his chest, and how the smoke from the cigarette falls behind him.

There’s nothing but miles of desert that surround either side of the car, but it’s not like you would try to run away anyways. It’s been a year. You trust him. That trust includes him paying your rent in time, him giving you extra money for textbooks, him giving you a much needed vacation. And with time, you trust him to keep you safe — something that he has never failed to do once.

“You’re staring again, Princess.”

“Keep your eyes on the road, Ryo.”

He grins at the sound of you calling him by his first name, enjoying how it rolls off your tongue. Ryo. It’s a name often spoken with underlying tones of spite, but you say it in a way that’s so gentle, he can’t help but yearn to hear it once more. Though, you don’t notice his expression. Instead, you’re looking at the veins adorning his inked arms to his hands to his knuckles, licking your lips at the sight.

“Where are we going anyways?” You ask, resting your head against your arm, basking in the feeling of the sun warmly hitting your face.

“It’s a surprise, Princess,” he brings the cigarette up to his lips, “Don’t worry about it. Just enjoy yourself.”

And so you do, your usual worries leaving you with every passing mile as you anticipate his next move. When the only thing left in his hand is a cigarette butt, his hand frees up, but you don’t quite realize it until his long fingers grip your thigh. He gives it a small squeeze, keeps his eyes on the road and blood rushes to your cheeks. “Pervert.” You mutter, faux disdain evident in your voice.

“What’s that, Sweetheart?” He asks mockingly.

“I said you’re a pervert,” you roll your eyes with a smile, “Do I have to repeat it again?”

“I guess you’re not getting your bonus this month.”

He’s bluffing, just like always and you giggle, bringing the hand  up to your lips, pressing a soft, adoring kiss. For a moment, Sukuna is taken aback at the oddly intimate action, but you bring his hand back down to your inner thigh, placing a little higher than where it was before. He rubs small circles on the flesh and you go back to admiring the marked skin and strawberry blonde hair blowing in the wind.

Around 30 minutes later, a familiar sight of sand and waves come into view. Water crashes on the land, palm trees thrive, different groups of people are gathered together.

“A beach?” You ask excitedly, before your face is pulled into a frown, “I don’t have a swimsuit.”

“I bought one for you, Princess,” he chuckles, “You think I’d come unprepared?”

“You brought me to the beach because you wanted to see me in a bikini, didn’t you?”

“That’s a plus,” he admits,  “But remember when you said that you liked beaches, even if you were doing nothing, you just liked to sit around in the sun and think? Sand between your toes and shit? Thought you needed that right about now.”

“Well, you aren’t wrong.”

He brushes your hair behind your ear right after he finishes parking, kissing your forehead and giving you two flimsy pieces of fabric to slip on for the day. You find an area to change before coming out and he’s ready to walk out on the sand, a blanket in one hand. Spending time with him, being with him, it’s exactly what he paid you to do and you like to think you’re doing a good job.  Either way, it wasn’t just a way to make ends meet anymore. At this point, it wasn’t just a simple transaction.

And for him? It wasn’t the temporary pleasure he had anticipated. It was enjoyable. And when you were gone? He longed for you in a way he hadn’t felt before.

It was calming to lay on his lap, his body slightly propped up by his palm while his hand rested on your cheek, thumb brushing the soft skin. Your body relaxes at his touch, hand coming to wrap around his wrist. He’s confused at first until you’re sitting up yourself, positioning yourself until you’re fully sat on his lap. Your thumb brushes his bottom lip before you lean in for a searing kiss.

This time, you’re initiating all of it, grinding against the imprint on his crotch, keeping your hands on his shoulder as he groans deeply. You’re far enough from the rest of the public, at least you think you are, but it doesn’t matter anymore because this time he lets you get on top, something that rarely happens. Every kiss on your bare neck to your shoulder is sluggish, almost lazy, and every grope on the fat of your hips and the plush of your ass is gentle, almost like you were made of porcelain.

Though, you don’t question it; you don’t see the point in doing that anyways because the material separating your slick cunt from his thigh is thin. Before you know it, his cock is out of his shorts, springing up to his stomach as he pulls on the string of your bikini bottoms, watching the material easily fall off your body. You align yourself onto him, sinking down and taking time to feel every inch of his throbbing length.

Every roll of your hips is languid, contrasting from the many times he usually takes control and abuses your body as he pleases, giving you a fat sum of money after. But somehow, the intimacy of right now was just as good, if not better, than past times. Your breaths mingle together and you forget that you’re on the beach at all, lost in your own euphoria as he pulls your body closer, sucking on the smooth skin of your neck. He never misses a chance to mark you.

His thumb quickly finds your bundle of nerves, massaging soft circles and your walls clamp around his fat cock, swallowing every inch as you ride him. Your back arches, a sign signifying that you’re close, but instead of thrusting upwards like usual, he guides your hips until your high comes to you in waves, causing your walls to flutter erratically. “So cute,” he coos, watching your mouth open as you come undone, “Such a pretty girl when you’re cumming around my cock, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yeah, Ryo,” you reply hazily, “Feels s’good, Ryo.”

“So needy,” he murmurs, “Doesn’t matter where we are, huh?”

You could only reply with a whimper because your mind is foggy, filled with dense clouds of lust and your knees hurt, but he hasn’t cum yet and you want to make him feel good so badly. He senses this, tightening the grip around your ass and biting down on your shoulder just to hear you whine again. He’s successful, the sound setting him off as he holds down your hips until his cock is buried in your warm pussy, shooting a streak of hot white cum into your womb.

One slight movement of your hips causes his length to twitch, stiffening once again. Sukuna can tell that you’re tired, and so he thrusts upwards, harshly driving into your ruined cunny while you muffle your sobs into his neck. He holds you close, inhaling your scent, as he impales you over and over again with his fat cock.

“So good for me, so fucking perfect,” he praises, getting lost in the feeling of your tight cunt pulsating around him, “God, I fucking love you.”

The sound of waves crashing onto the shore layer over the lewd sounds as pure adrenaline pumps in your veins. You chant his name over and over again like a mantra, your creaming cunny sucking him until he’s milked dry. By the time the two of you leave the beach, you’re filled to the brim with his seed with sticky residue remaining on your thighs the whole ride back home.

That’s the last time you ever see him again.

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[babytsum]

hello im just your normal iwaizumi slut. may you please do something with him with rough, breeding, mirror, praise, nipple, overstimulation kink 👌 i know it's a lot but it's just basically a rough romance smut shit with y/n (god, how to be y/n? 🙄) . im pretty vanilla actually skvdbdjd. i hope it's not too much 🤣 thank you!!

warnings: overstim, mirror sex, breeding, praise, nippleplay

it’s not too much nonnie!! we all luv a nice rough dom iwa esp w his sexy ass arms 🤤🤤

“you’re taking me so well, princess. look at how pretty you are.”

mascara runs down your cheeks, saliva drips down your chin. he leans over your back, hand cupping your breasts, little nubs pinched in between his fingertips. you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum on his fingers, his mouth, and his cock.

your mind is hazy when the familiar pressure in you builds up, walls clamping down on him tightly. your eyes are half lidded as he fucks into you like a doll, hitting the entrance of your cervix with every ruthless thrust. your limbs are weak, your head drops down, but he forces your chin up until you’re eye level with your reflection.

“gotta see how pretty you look when you cum, sweetheart, hm?” 

you whine when he brings his fingers back down to your sensitive cunt, finding the little bundle of nerves with ease, making you gush and roll your eyes to the back of your head when he fills you to the brim with his seed. 

“gonna fuck a baby into you, alright.” he mutters, fucking his cum back into your womb.

#tw.rough #tw.breeding #tw.mirror sex #tw.praise #iwaizumi hajime smut #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi hajime x reader #🍓.iwaizumi hajime #🍓.horny #iwazumi x reader #🍓.thirsts!

[nkogneatho]

PASI MY LOVE ! i assume you're the type to like degradation with praise it js hits diff 🗣️ like yes, you're a slut for toji, but aren't you his pretty slut? HM? HMMM????

i like hardcore degradation. i like praises. but smtg about them together just gets me xhjdskhsakkabdakkasndhkssk it's so true I AM TOJI'S PRETTY SLUT🥺

make an assumption about me on anon

#💌toodles #tw.degradation #tw.praise kink

[randynova]

Seongjun definitely has an authority kink and loves to fuck their partner stupid. I rest my case -🌿anon

🌿 anon, yes, yEs, YES!! God yes, that sounds like the man himself!

Seongjun has an authority kink, loves to be called/refer to himself as 'master' as he makes his S/O cry from how good his cock is stretching their walls, how his cockhead presses bruising kisses to her womb, yet all they can focus on is the mind-numbing pleasure from Seongjun's dick.

Seoungjun grins from ear to ear, rutting his hips at a wild pace, your legs placed onto his shoulders, giving him the perfect angle where the wet clicks of your squelching cunt are in perfect pitch with your pathetic moans. He couldn't help but admire the drool leaking from the corner of your mouth, the way your glossy eyes rolled to the back of your head, the dazed, fucked-out expression on your face — like a goddamn sinful painting only he can create.

A crying, beautiful mess only he can make.

"Look at you, so needy and desperate for your master's cock, like a useless whore, hm? Fuck – your pussy missed me too, baby, squeezing around me like the perfect cocksleeve. Ugh, s-such a good girl for me, such a good girl for master. Can't fucking wait to cum inside your sweet cunt, baby."

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These will be short because I accidentally posted this while scrolling through my drafts and i couldn't save it as draft again lol🥲

Hope you like it tho!

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©𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 || 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 || 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜.

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[devilstempt]

thinking about dilf!porco, minors dni!

warnings: size kink, praise, breeding kink(kinda?), GN reader, switch porco

dilf!porco with salt and pepper (it’s not technically pepper more like just dirty blonde but oh well) hair and a developing dad bod

dilf!porco with a softer stomach and squishy tits with sensitive nipples, so he whines when you lick ‘em

dilf!porco who has the ability to throw you around how he likes, but is obsessed with the way you pin his arms under your legs when you ride him

dilf!porco who loves fucking you in missionary, loves the way you scratch at his soft chest, and graze your hands against his nipples as you whine about how fucking big he is (even he’s surprised at how well he fits in your little hole)

dilf!porco who pushes your knees to your chest whimpering and whining your name when you praise him and drag your nails across his back

dilf!porco who fills you up so well, both with his cock and his cum, always pushing it back in with thick, stocky fingers when he pulls out<3

#a devil’s drabble #to bide you over while i write nanami angst 🧍🏻‍♀️ #but honestly this has plagued my mind for so long #i wrote this in 5 minutes #porco galliard x reader #porco x reader #porco smut #porco galliard x you #porco x you #tw.breeding kink #tw.size kink #tw.praise

[readerinsertz]

Hi!!! I love love your writing I was wondering if you’d write a Drabble for Grimmjow with some size difference, dumbification or dacryphilia and some aftercare?

Rating: Explicit, MDNI

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Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: 18+content, MDNI, afab!reader, one line where 'she&her' is used, pet names (princess), doggy, unprotected sex (use condoms!), humiliation, degradation, size kink, strength kink, dacryphilia, nipple piercing, dumbification, praise, aftercare, spanking, dirty talk, hickeys, possessiveness, marking, subspace, NSFW under the cut

“And remember, sharp as a knife,” Grimmjow reminds. Of course, he would use a blade as an analogy. You roll your eyes at him, the bratty action being rewarded with a slap on your butt.

“How am I meant to keep your liner straight if you do that?” You snap. Grimmjow rolls his hips and your anger melts as the tip of his dick rubs against your slit through the fabric. One large hand wraps around your wrist, the blue pencil almost falling from your limp fingers, and pulls it closer to his face. Normal men take the next step in their relationship by giving their girl a key to their car or house. Grimmjow lets demands you do his blue eye makeup. Occasionally he would even draw a white bone on his right jaw. You don’t know what’s hotter, that you can go makeup shopping with your boyfriend and not get ‘yeah, looks great, babe’ mumbles directed more to a phone than you or that your man was comfortable in his masculinity to wear “feminine” things… Never mind, it was watching him beat up some homophobe who thought men wearing makeup is gay.

You take the hint and bring the blue liner back to his eyes, concentrating on making the wing as sharp as possible. Thankfully, Grimmjow lets you concentrate, one hand kneading your butt. One change to an eyeshadow brush to blend everything and dotting some concealer to make everything crisp and you’re done. Leaning back, your eyes flit over your work before deciding it was good enough and reaching for the mirror to show him. You cap the liner and close the eyeshadow palette whilst your boyfriend scrutinises your work. Clearly, it passes the test as Grimmjow flips you onto your back, two hands landing on your hips to pin you down.

“Time to repay you for your work,” Grimmjow purrs. “By ruining your makeup.”

The male grabs both your wrists in one large hand and pins your forearms to the mattress. You mewl and buck your hips into his, needing friction. Grimmjow places a thick thigh in between yours, allowing you to grind your core against him. Your head tips back as a large moan tumbles out of your mouth when Grimmjow brings his head down to nip at your clavicle, leaving a few marks.

“Grimm,” you moan, the male kissing his way down to the hem of your tank top. His sharp teeth graze against your skin, you whimpering at the pleasurable sting, the fabric being pulled down with his head. His other hand comes up, one finger hooking into the material to pull it even further down, the tops of your breasts revealed to him. Your tease of a boyfriend dips down and starts sucking hickeys onto the bared skin. Visible hickeys were hot but hickeys in places only he got to see were even hotter. You keen when you feel Grimmjow move away from you, his large hands grabbing the fabric at the back of his neck and pulling off his shirt. The wicked smirk he gives you tells you he had undressed that way since you found it so hot.

Grimmjow plants a hand by your face, and you realise that you hadn’t moved your hands from where they are stretched above your head. Grimmjow takes one bud into his mouth whilst his other hand cups your right breast, giving it a firm squeeze. You’ve always liked your pleasure with a bit of pain and Grimmjow’s the only person you know who has never hesitated to hurt you. He respected you enough not to treat you as if you were made of glass. His thumb and pointer finger pinch and roll your nipple. Rotating his wrist 90 degrees, Grimmjow pinches again this time playing with the metal bar that runs through the flesh. The tall male pulls back, letting his teeth graze your other nipple as he goes. A jolt of pleasure spears down your spine straight to your cunt making it throb even more. The male chuckles lowly as he watches the way your body writhes on the bed.

“Maybe one day I’ll take you to one of my friends so we can get this one-” he gives your left nipple a mean pinch that was rewarded with a soft squeal from you. “-repierced.” You can’t stop your eyes rolling to the back of your head or your hips bucking up, desperately needing friction on your clit. Grimmjow chuckles, leaning over you to pin your wrists with his non-dominant hand. All the strength of your upper body wasn't enough to dislodge his one arm. It turned you on as much as his statement. Having Grimmjow talk to-about you- like that with such nonchalance, like you were an object for his pleasure, a doll that he gets to decide how they look is humiliating. The sheer dominance of it makes you drip.

“Wouldn’t that mean your friends get to see my tits though?” You cheekily ask. You laugh when you see Grimmjow’s expression drop, not thinking of that.

“No,” Grimmjow growls into your neck. “You are mine. No one is allowed to see you like this.” Grimmjow rocks his hips into yours to reinforce his words, his bulge brushing up against your clit in the most maddening way possible. You sigh before gasping as you feel him biting the side of your neck to mark you as his. You moan at his ownership over you.

“I wonder,” Grimmjow begins, fingertips trailing over your thin tank top, ticking the sensitive skin of your navel that your bunched up shirt now displayed, “if I were to put my hands in your pants, how wet would they be?” You’re tempted to ask him why doesn’t he just find out but since your bratty earlier comment had been let slide, you’re not sure he’ll be as nice a second time so soon. You don't get a chance to answer before two fingers slip into you, curling just the right way to hit that spot deep in your gummy walls that has your thighs reflectively snapping shut.

“Keep them there,” Grimmjow orders, pushing his weight onto your pinned arms for a second before retracting his palm. It wraps around your right thigh, large enough to encompass the flesh as he pushes it from where it’s pressed against your other one and pins it to that mattress. The blue haired male shuffles into the newly made space, forcing your legs to spread even wider to accommodate him. Grimmjow’s other hand makes quick work pulling down your trousers and pants in one go, cruelly leaving them hanging mid-thigh and preventing you from spreading your legs too far. Ever a sadist, your boyfriend kneels on top of the fabric, forcing your hips to stay down. Strong fingers trace up the flesh of your inner thigh the ticklish sensation making you jerk although, between your pinned right leg and thighs, you barely move.

Grimmjow pinches the skin just below where your leg meets your thighs. Your moan is long and high pitched and rewarded with a chuckle. Thankfully, the blue-haired male doesn’t seem to be in a teasing mood, skimming two fingers through your lower lips to collect your slick, circling your clit a few times. He doesn’t give you the chance to make a sound of protest when his fingers leave your bud before plunging two fingers into your pussy.

The fingers wrapped around your thigh clench and you know tomorrow you’ll have a handprint-shaped bruise but you’re too drunk on the pleasure your boyfriend is giving you to say anything. There had been times in that past when you had complained about the marks he had made and in return, Grimmjow had made sure to leave no skin untouched with his fingers and teeth. Grimmjow lets out a deep groan as he feels your walls flutter around his fingers, thick digits spreading in a scissoring motion to stretch you out.

“Fuuck, you should feel yourself. So fucking tight. ‘M gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna be dripping f’me,” Grimmjow drawls, blue teal eyes focused on where his fingers enter your cunt. Your chest heaves as you pant out, hands clenched into the fabric to prevent disobeying his orders not to move.

“Please, Grimm-” your left thigh burns as the sound of him spanking your flesh echoes off the walls into your ears, thigh noticeably wet from your slick. “-please, sir,” you correct, “please let me touch you.” Grimmjow looks down at you, eyes softening as he takes in your flushed face and heavy lids.

“Such a good girl, doing what I say,” the praise is cooed down at you, Grimmjow’s left hand cups the side of your face. It’s so large that it covers the entire side. “You can touch me.” Grimmjow grants permission, having known you long enough to know when you’re so stimulated you have to hold onto him in some way to ground yourself. Your hands immediately shoot out and grab onto his broad shoulders, the male leaning down slightly to make it easier for you.

“Please, need you. Need in me so badly,” you babble, dark eyes turning glassy.

“But I am in you,” Grimmjow points out, adding a third finger and stretching you out better than your fingers could ever do. Your back arches, breasts pushing out as if as an offering. Grimmjow doesn’t hesitate, his large hand grabbing one.

“Neeeed your cock. Need it- fuck- need it to fill me up. Please fuck me.”

“Such a good girl. Such a pretty baby.” His fingers curl and rub against your gspot. The stimulation leaves you wailing and bucking so very close to the edge. Instead of being pushed into that pleasurable bliss, Grimmjow pulls his fingers out and shoves your hip back down onto the mattress, the hand on your breast pinching your nipple to help edge you away from your orgasm.

You don’t even get to complain or throw up a pout you know would have the tough man caving and doing anything you wanted. Maybe he knew you were about to do it because Grimmjow grabs both your hips and easily flips you over. One of his hands runs up your back, pushing your head down to rest on the pillow. Grimmjow traces your spine down to your hips, holding them to pull them up. Once he had manhandled you into the position he wanted, he wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, pumping his length a few times. The male traces your lower lips with the mushroom head. You wiggle back, trying to get him into you but Grimmjow spanks your ass instead.

Torturously slowly, Grimmjow pushes his dick into you. Once his thighs touch the back of yours, he pauses for you to get used to the stretch. His dick is big, stretching your walls in the best ways, and curves to the left a little. You wait a few heartbeats but become impatient and push back to urge him to start fucking you. Your breath is knocked out of your lungs as Grimmjow pulls back before slamming back into you. There is an animalistic quality to the way he pumps into you, your punched out moans with every thrust accompanied by the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Each thrust in has his cock brushing against your gspot and tearing a high pitched moan from your lips and every time Grimmjow pulls back you whine. You’re drunk on the pleasure only he can provide, hips meeting his to increase your pleasure.

Grimmjow bends down, coming to rest on your back and caging you in. One of Grimmjow’s hands remains wrapped around your left hip, helping you to move in sync with him, the other planting into the pillow by your head. His frame is large and wide enough to cover your whole body, creating a sense of protection and fire to burn through your veins. The new position has him reaching even deeper, fireworks exploding behind your eyelids. You’re barely coherent enough to think how hot his hand looks, veiny and big. You’re definitely not coherent enough to worry what the neighbours will say.

“What a dirty little dumb slut, so desperate to have cock in her she can’t even take her shirt off before being fucked,” Grimmjow degrades, tears pooling in your eyes. Your shirt is a rumpled mess, scrunched up below your breasts, thin straps having fallen down around your biceps and restricting free arm movements. The tears begin to drip down your cheeks, you’re not too sure if it’s from the pleasure or Grimmjow’s cruelty. Probably both. “You’re my little fuck slut, pussy so -fuck- fucking wet, wish I could stay here forever. Best pussy in the entire world,” Grimmjow mumbles. “Tell me you’re my slut.”

You parrot the words into the pillow, unable to lift your head to tell him. The blue-haired male isn’t pleased with it and fists your hair to yank your head up, all the while setting a rough pace with his hips.

“What was that dumb slut? Couldn’t hear ya?”

“I’m yours! Fuck, Grimm, I’m yours,” you sob out, eyes rolling back as Grimmjow relentlessly bullies your cervix with his dick. “I’m your fucking slut. Fuck, so fucking good. God, love your dick in me, wan’ it all the time.”

“Aww, you’re such a sight. Fucked dumb by my cock. My stupid little slut.”

Both your hands are clenched into the sheets, teeth clamping on the pillowcase to try and quieten yourself as the tears keep leaking down your cheeks. Your attempt to muffle yourself is barely successfully, wanton moans still audible. The pleasure is too much and you’ve stopped trying to grind back into him; you submit to his hips thwacking against yours and turn off your brain, handing your pleasure and release over to him. Grimmjow easily picks up on your decision, hand moving from the mattress to curl possessively around your throat. You arch into the palm hoping he’ll grip it harder but instead the blue haired male drags it down between your breasts to slide through the dark curls and to your neglected clit. Two fingertips flick against your nub without finesse- Grimmjow only aiming to have you clamping down on his cock. The additional stimulation is the last push you need and you cum with a loud moan, collapsing onto your front.

It takes a few minutes but you come around, feeling the shallow thrusts of your boyfriend. Grimmjow is still hard, desperate to release but waiting to make sure you’re okay. With effort, you turn your head to the side and glance back at him, giving him a nod. With your permission, Grimmjow shoves you back down, manhandling you so your thighs are splayed on the outside of his muscular ones. A large hand cups the back of your head, pushing it down whilst tilting your hips up. You get the message and curve your back, resting your upper body weight on your hands placed below your shoulders on the mattress. The position strains the muscles in your biceps but you make do, wanting Grimmjow to also orgasm.

The male drills into you, fucking you as if you’re about to leave. Your walls are oversensitive, pulsing around his member as he forces himself deep into you. The wails you let out are loud. To shut you up, Grimmjow forces three fingers in your mouth, thumb curled around your chin to keep them there. As if conditioned, you suck on them, twirling your tongue over the digits filling your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. My little slut. So fucking tight, making me -fuck- feel so good. That’s right clench on me. Clench that messy pussy on me. No one else can get you this wet.” You try to moan in agreement but Grimmjow shoves his fingers further down your throat. Your gags add to the noises being made yet you keep eagerly pushing your head closer to his fingers, fucked dumb wanting to keep gagging on his fingers.

Tears drip from your eyes again, black trails snaking down your face as Grimmjow begins to lose rhythm. He pulls out, hand wrapping around his dick and jerking himself off. You hear a loud groan and then feel his hot cum land on the middle of your back. The fapping noise continues, Grimmjow milking his release. A few weaker spurts land on your ass cheeks before Grimmjow sighs and stops.

Two muscular arms wrap around your shoulders and roll you over into his chest. One remains wrapped around the tops of your shoulders as a pillow the other one moving down your body to scoop up his cum. Grimmjow’s fingers rest on your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

“C’mon, princess, be a good cum slut.” You glare at him but obey, parting your lips and taking his fingers into your mouth. You slurp noisily around them and snort when you feel his dick twitch against your thigh. When he deems his fingers cleaned, Grimmjow slides them out and cups your face making sure to keep his wet fingers angled away from your skin. He pulls you into a kiss, this time sweeter than the passionate ones you had experienced earlier. This one he uses to show his love for you. He pulls back, your head following his so as not to break the kiss too soon. The action has the male chuckling and petting your hair.

“Gimme a few seconds,” he tells you. You whine and pout, giving him the best puppy dog eyes but it isn’t enough to sway him. His face softens as he says, “Princess, I need to get a wet cloth to clean you up then we can cuddle. I’ll be one minute tops. Are you okay with that?” You pout but nod, curling into a ball to stay warm when he leaves. A bolt of electricity judders through your pussy when your thighs accidentally clench and another whine falls from your mouth. You blindly reach out and grope for the blue haired male’s pillow, tugging it into your chest and curling around it. Pressing your nose to the material, your boyfriend’s cologne soothes you. No matter if the scene was vanilla or hard, you liked to be held afterwards and reassured you had been good. You also didn’t like laying in your own sweat, the dampness slowly drying and making you feel gross.

True to his word, the Grimmjow doesn't take long, wetting a flannel with warm water and filling a glass with cool water. He brings them both back to the bed, setting them on the bedside table so he can position your body up against the pillows. Grimmjow hands you the water and kneels back onto the bed, scooping the back of your knee in one hand to lift your leg up. The same hands that spanked bruises into your flesh now delicately traces your vagina, taking care not to stimulate the sensitive area any more than needed. Once satisfied, he moves to your ass and cleans the rest of his sperm off of your skin. Finally, with a clean corner, he runs the cloth over your navel, around the back of your neck, under your armpits and along your arms, cleaning the sweat off as much as possible.

When Grimmjow notices you’ve finished the water, he gently takes the glass from you and places it on the table. He pulls you into his chest, pressing kisses along your temple, kissing any skin his lips can reach.

“How ‘ya feelin’?” Grimmjow asks, voice husky in your ear. You giggle.

“Feel floaty,” you tell him, deep in subspace. You feel Grimmjow tighten his grip on you, guiding you to tip your head back to rest on his shoulder. His right hand gently closes your eyes then begins to lightly trace your arm. You take the hint and try to fall asleep, Grimmjow murmuring praises in your ear.

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