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Her Princesa
Kinktober 2022 - Day 21
Pairing: Dom!Natasha Romanov x Sub!Fem!Reader
Kink: Mommy Kink
Words: 1.3k 
Summary: At night, you get into a needy mood and need your mommy. 
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (vaginal sex, sex toys, sex from a strap, wlw relationship, use of lube, slight fingering, soft sex, missionary, dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink), soft!Natasha, needy!Reader, fluff
a/n: This one was late because I didn’t know what to write for this one but I hope you enjoy! And I hope it’s not horrible. 
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You were sitting in Natasha’s lap during game night at the tower and you were cuddled up against her chest as she held you close. Her arms were wrapped around your waist and her hands caressed your back making your eyes flutter shut as her warmth enveloped you. The boys sat around laughing and talking with Natasha but they were being mindful of their volume when she shot them a glare as they got too loud and you shifted. They still couldn’t grasp the fact that Natasha, a big ruthless killer, was practically whipped by this cute bubbly girl. Natasha would do anything for you and she treated you like a princess and cared for you with all she had. 
You whined in Natasha’s ear softly as you subtly started grinding on her thigh, “Mommy, c-can we go to bed?” You whispered the question so softly that she could barely hear you but she nodded. 
“Of course, princesa.” Natasha smiled as she kissed your head and she stood up with you wrapped around her like a koala. “We’re going to head to bed. Night, boys.” She said as she waved before she carried you down the hall to the elevator. She walked in and pressed the button for your’s and her’s floor and you immediately started kissing her neck and nipping softly whining quietly. She stopped you and she cupped your cheek with one hand. “Patience, love. Mommy will take care of you.” She whispered and you pouted but nodded and nuzzled back into her neck. 
Usually around this time of night, you slipped into that sweet little sugary headspace where you just needed your mommy to take care of you in more ways than one. Natasha was more than happy to help you when you needed it because you were princesa and she couldn’t say no, not like she wanted to. 
She walked into the shared apartment and she went to the bedroom and laid you down before she pulled away to grab a pink nightie for you. You whined  as she pulled away but she shushed you softly before she came back over and kissed your head. 
“Relax, princess.” She whispered before she stripped you down before stripping herself down and you looked up at her with lust filled eyes. 
“Mommy, c-can I suck on y-your boobs?” You asked hesitantly as your eyes watched her breasts with every movement as she laid down and pulled you onto her chest.
She smiled at your shyness and she kissed your lips softly, “Of course, princesa. Show mommy how much you want her to help you.” She whispered as she ran a hand through your hair with a smirk. You immediately leaned down and latched onto one of her nipples and you suckled softly against the bud and your hand pinched and pulled on her other nipple softly. “Mm, that’s a good princesa.” She smirked and ran her fingers through your hair and pulled you closer to her chest. 
“Lub you, mommy.” You mumbled against her nipple as you looked up at her with innocent eyes as she moved her hands down from your hair and to rub your back gently. 
“I love you too, babygirl. Love my princesa so much.” She purred as she looked down at you and your eyes fluttered close with a happy sigh as you suckled on her hard bud. You pulled away after a while with your lips puffy and a bit of drool on your lip making Natasha’s heart swell at the sight. “Come here, sweets.” She whispered as she pulled you up to kiss your lips passionately and you kissed back with love and passion. “Let mommy grab her strap, okay, sweett girl?” She asked with a smile making you nod and you rolled off of her and you laid back on the bed. She smiled at you and kissed your head before she got off the bed and walked over to the toy chest. 
She grabbed her black, thick, and long strap and you bit your lip as you saw the size of it. “W-will it fit, mommy?” You asked shyly as your thighs clenched and she smirked then nodded as she slid on the strap and secured it. 
“It will. You know it will.” She whispered as she walked over to the bed and kneeled in front of you as she spread your legs. “Let mommy take care of you, okay?” She asked softly as she rubbed your inner thighs. “Tell mommy your safe word,” 
You looked up at her with innocent eyes, “Widow, mommy.” You smiled and she cupped your cheeks before kissing your head. 
“Good girl.” She whispered before her hand moved down to rub your cunt softly. She pulled back to grab some lube knowing that it’ll make the dildo slide in easier. She lubed up the silicone before she rubbed some lube against your entrance and she slid two fingers into your tight hole. You moaned as her fingers curled up in your cunt and rubbed against your sweet spot. 
“M-mommy, s-sensitive.” You whimpered as she started grinding her palm against your clit, making you moan louder. She smirked down at you and she kissed you softly as she caressed your cheek with one hand. 
“I know you are, baby. Just relax.” She whispered quietly before she pulled away to slowly pull her fingers out of you. She wiped her fingers on the bedsheets before she lined the tip of the cock up to your hole before she slowly started pushing into your cunt. You gasped at the stretch of her cock and she shushed you quietly as she caressed your inner thighs. “Breathe for mommy.” She whispered to you as she held you close to her chest. 
You nuzzled into her neck as she slid all the way into your pussy. You moaned quietly as you felt how full you were with her cock and she kissed your head softly. “M’so f-full.” You whimpered as you gripped her shoulders tight.  
“I know, princesa. I can see how full you are.” She smirked as she looked down at your belly and she caressed your cheek. “Look at your belly, sweetheart.” She whispered and you whimpered before looking down at your belly to see a bulge in your lower belly. “You’re so full of mommy.” 
You whined and moaned as Natasha started moving in and out of you slowly letting you adjust to the size. You leaned up to latch onto her nipple and you suckled on her hard bud making her gasp softly and she sped up her thrusts. You held onto her shoulders as she started to pound into you as she pulled you against her. 
“F-feels so good, m-mommy.” You whimpered as you kissed her lips passionately and she moved her thrusts deeper in you as her thrusts slow down to just passionate love making. She smiled against your lips as she slowly moved in and out of you and her one hand went down to your clit. 
“Are you close, sweet girl?” She smirked as she kissed your forehead making you smile at the sweet gesture. 
“Mhm. M’so c-close.” You whimpered as she moved her hips a bit faster making your hips grind up against the strap wanting it deeper. “C-can I c-cum, mommy?” You pleaded as you tangled your fingers in her hair and pulled her close to you. 
“You can. Cum for mommy.” She whispered as she held you close before she nuzzled into your neck then biting down and sucking on your neck softly. You cried out her name as you came around her cock hard as your thighs and body shook with pleasure. Natasha smiled against your neck as you came and she slowly helped you through your orgasm. 
You panted her name in a whine as she rubbed your clit lazily, helping you through your orgasm and you moaned softly at the overstimulation. She pulled away from your neck and she looked down at you and she caressed your cheek. “Good girl, Such a sweet princesa.” She whispered holding you close and she rolled over to have you laying on her chest. Your eyes fluttered shut as you whispered that you loved her and she smiled wider as she held you close. “Get some rest. Mommy will be right here when you wake up. My darling princesa.”
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onlyonewoman · 1 year
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I often listen to reddit stories on youtube after work to wind down and relax - I especially love Mark Narrations! - but oh my dear satan, if I hear another “get divorced!!!” advice over a misunderstanding, a stupidity the person is remorseful of, a partner being attracted to someone else but not doing anything, I swear I will start drooling over medival marital contracts, To all the young people out there, thinking a relationship is black and white and that mistakes are unforgivable, let this old ass woman tell you: - Unless you are a person lacking sexual desires for other people entirely, you WILL feel attracted to at least one person that isn’t part of your relationship through life. That’s just how it is and it doesn’t have to be a big deal. It’s all about “old vs. new” and nothing to throw your relationship away for. It will happen every now and again and the Earth wont stop spinning. - For the love of Loki the trickster: STOP CALLING EVERYTHING YOU DISLIKE TOXIC. Holy Midgard snake, that word just needs to be fucking rationed because the second you use that word, it’s basically declaring a person as someone that is ingrained with something infected that will spread. That’s not how things work and you have to stop thinking the worst of every little thought, word and action from others. As much as we would want people to be logical and their thoughts and wants follow a clear line, that’s NOT HOW HUMANS FUNCTION. I’m autistic and I struggled for years with that shit - still do sometimes - but calling people toxic or abusive or manipulative over simple half-shitty mistakes, poor attitude, lack of knowledge, a bad day etc, isn’t helping anyone. And while I absolutely appreciate and applaud how we are so much better at telling each other we don’t have to put up with a relationship that doesn’t work for us, I also want to tell this: Relationships can suck at times and the world will not fall apart. No one should feel obliged to stay in a relationship they don’t want to be in, but as a person in a longterm relationship of almost 18 years, let me tell you: If you are finished growing, learning and developing you don’t make a good partner - or a good friend. You WILL make mistakes, honest ones, and sometimes you will be petty and selfish, other times you will feel frustrated, unseen, undervalued and unheard - and so will your partner. Unless - unless! - we are talking about abuse or falling out of love or just way too different ideas of what the relationship should be like - the relationship isn’t fucking toxic and it just screams “hey, I’m young and know how it’s supposed to be and still a bit too black and white in my thinking” - which is okay! But while I absolutely think it’s vital for people to talk and engage over the generational gaps about things, I feel like I’m aging with 30 years everytime I hear someone declare with youthful certainty, that you should leave your partner immediately because this or that is toxic and abusive”. Loveys, that’s  not how relationships work and you can’t define a relationship as a whole from an “am I the ahole” post. We are human beings and as gross as it might be: we all have shitty sides and dirty little secrets, unhealthy thoughts, evil impulses and screwed up ideas of relationships. And we wont grow, learn, develop or love if we’re bullied for not being pure and good and wholesome enough. I also hope you will find your parents’ or grandparents’ porn and BDSM toy collections when they pass, along with a life subscription of an old porn magazine and a whole ass basement filled with “toxic” stuff for you to hopefully enjoy instead of burn. We didn’t move through the fucking trenches during the 90′s - and all the way fucking back - for the most individualistic generation ever to lock themselves back in a conformity closet in fear of being toxic. So, how about you enjoy what you enjoy and leave others be? I promise, the relief of letting go of others’ restrictive opinions on what’s acceptable to like, is better than any Earth shattering orgasm. It will also stop you from running to reddit everytime your partner has the audacity to be human. Also, from the now starting to get wrinkles and aching joints generation of the 80′s: you’re annoying as hell and we remember being it too, meaning we both want to sooth and kick the shit out of you. In case you didn’t understand: Yes, you’re the assholes - and so are we. Live with it.
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butch-himbo-king · 3 years
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y’all know that when you see a masc woman/nblw you literally don’t have to say anything abt how badly you want to sexualize us right? like you can really just not do that
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venicebixch · 2 years
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Abstaining part 2 (final part)
smut. strong sexual language. p0rn in writing, if you will. daddy kink, praise kink, breeding kink, watching in the mirror, squirting, edging, a little bit of degradation, choking. the list goes on. there’s a little fluff at the end, though. enjoy!
The elevator door shuts, finally silencing the rumbling of voices that have been surrounding Vinnie since 8 o’clock this morning and giving us our first moment of peace together in days.
I thought he’d appreciated the silence, and even expected him to be too tired to do anything tonight, but it was only seconds from the time the elevator closed until he had me pressed again the wall with his hand around my throat as he pushed his tongue into my mouth.
And after what happened tonight, god am I glad he’s ready to fuck. Maybe it’s just some biologically engrained feminine desire to find the strongest and most wanted guy in the room and have him fuck the life out of you, but the pure unwavering attraction and downright desperation I always feel for Vinnie came to an absolute peak tonight when he won the fight and made me feel things I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling. And I know I’m so lucky to have him. And I’m gonna prove it to him.
With his body towering over me making feel small and powerless in the best possible fucking way, I’m ready to literally jump through hoops and bend over backwards if that’s what he wants from me.
Our quick makeout session ends with the ding of the elevator letting us know we’ve reached our floor. His hand grips my wrist so tight it almost hurts as he starts to drag me down the hallway toward our room, not speaking a word to each other.
He fumbles through his wallet, pulling out the room key to unlock the door with shaking hands. I don’t know if he’s shaking because of his adrenaline now that he finally has a minute to come to terms with what he did tonight in front of millions of people, or because he’s excited to have me after weeks of abstinence. Maybe both. Either way, I know the pounding I’m about to get is probably going to be the best one of my life.
The room door finally opens and he pulls me inside, shutting the door behind us. With his hand around my wrist again, he drags me to the center of the room.
“On your knees,” he nearly growls.
“Yes sir,” I squeak out, dropping without a second of hesitation.
He strips down and wraps his hands up in my hair, bringing his cock to my lips. “Open.”
I take a deep breath and part my lips. He pushes his way to the back of my throat, groaning when he bottoms out, making my eyes water and my mouth fill with spit, overflowing on to my chin and down to the base of his cock.
His grip tightens on my hair, holding my head steady as he begins to thrust himself in and out of my mouth as if he has no regard for me as a person. As if I’m just a sex toy - and that’s exactly what I’ll be for him tonight if that’s the way he wants it.
My hands stay placed between my knees and the floor to help me brace with his movements. His moans and my gargling noises echo off the walls around us and his eyes are glued to mine as I look up at him.
“Love that fucking mouth, those precious lips wrapped around me,” he moans. “Always so fucking ready for me, my little slut.”
My body starts tensing feeling the need to stop and take a breath but right now, I just want him to have his way with me. I close my eyes and relax as best as I can, trusting that he’ll know when to pull away.
After another minute of this and his merciless face fucking, my vision starts to blur and my head gets cloudy. I can feel that I’m on the brink of losing myself, but just before I do his cock leaves my mouth and an involuntary gasp fills my lungs, restoring me back to an alert state.
I exhale a deep breath and wipe the drool from my chin. “Fuck daddy,” I whine, looking up at him through my wet eyelashes.
“Don’t look at me like that already,” he lets out a small but sinister laugh. “We’re just getting started, princess.”
He pulls me up by my wrists and strips me down. When he reaches my underwear, he tears them trying to get them off. My first instinct is to scold him for it because these were one of my favorite pairs but I laugh instead, loving how he’s acting.
He climbs on the bed, pulling me with him and sits with his back against the headboard. “Ride me, baby. Make daddy feel good,” he groans.
I nod and straddle him, placing my hands on his shoulders as he guides his cock to my entrance. I lower myself slowly and a loud moan mixed with a few soft whines come from my mouth as he stretches me out for the first time in weeks.
It’s not painful but it’s uncomfortable. His hands grip my ass as he nuzzles his face into my neck, chuckling a little.
“Oh my poor baby. Only been a couple weeks and you’re acting like it’s your first time taking me again,” he mocks before he starts sucking on my sweet spot above my collarbone.
“You’re big, daddy,” I pout still trying to fit him all inside of me, one inch at a time.
“You can do it, princess,” he says, moving his lips from my neck to lay a small kiss to my mouth. “Gotta stretch that little pussy out real fucking good, get you back in shape for me.”
“Just push into me,” I moan. “We just gotta get it in.”
“Okay. Hold still,” he says softly, wrapping his hands around my waist to hold me in place as he slowly lifts his hips. Finally he bottoms out and we both let out a loud moan.
“Good fucking girl. I knew you could do it,” he smiles, laying a hard smack to my ass.
“I can,” I smile as I start to ride him.
“There you go. You make daddy proud the way you take my cock,” he moans. His hands grip my hips hard as he helps me with the motions.
His cock rubs against my g spot with every thrust and grind, sending overwhelming waves of pleasure through my body. With each movement, I feel myself stretch a little more, taking him in easier and easier.
My head rolls back as his lips latch on to one of my tits, sucking like he’s starving for me and nibbling just enough for me to feel it.
His hands move back to my waist pulling me closer as he starts pounding into me. My nails dig into his shoulder as my forehead starts planted against the headboard behind us.
“Fuck,” I groan, my voice bouncing with each of his movements. “Feels so fucking… go - good daddy.”
“Yeah it does. Spell my name, baby,” he moans, pulling my head back by my hair to look at my face. “Wanna feel you spell my name on my dick with that tight little cunt. Show me who you belong to.”
I nod, and move my hips up then down to make the ‘V’, then back up and down and up and down again in fluid motions, making out the ‘i n n i e’.
“Good girl, princess,” he laughs, kissing me again. He stops thrusting and lifts me off of him. “Bend over, ass up,” he demands.
“Yes sir,” I say, my voice and legs still shaky from riding him. I lean forward, leaving myself wide open for him as he grabs my hips, holding me steady as he pushes into me.
I groan at this new angle that’s allowing him to go even deeper than before. I close my eyes tightly and rest my cheek against the bed, gripping the sheets hard while trying to adjust to him.
“Just relax,” he says, noticing my struggle. “You’re doing great for me baby.”
He slowly starts thrusting into me. I swear I can feel him in my stomach, pressing against the deepest parts of me in hitting all the right spots.
After a moment I find the will to open my eyes again as I let out desperate cries feeling him pick up the pace. I reach my hand under me to start rubbing my clit in small circles, making me wetter and making me pulse around him, inviting him in more.
“So fucking hot. Fuck,” he groans, smacking both sides of my ass before wrapping his hands around my waist, thrusting into me every bit of effort he can find within himself.
“Give it to me, daddy,” I moan, my voice muffled a little by the bed. “I love it! I love your fucking cock. Deep inside me, god - I’d keep you forever just like this if I co - ould.”
“Perfect little whore. I know it’s hard for you, you can’t go… more than a few days without wanting… to cum on my dick. But aren’t you glad you waited with me?” He moans, pushing me harder against the bed so that my whole body and legs are flat.
“Yes! Glad I waited,” I moan.
He picks up his pace, digging his nails into my sides. I squeal a little at the sensation and feel pressure starting to build, making me panic.
“I’m gonna squirt!” I groan.
“Do it,” he says, thrusting harder.
“But.. it’s not our b - bed,” I say, squeezing my legs together as best as I can with him between me to stop myself.
“Who fucking cares, let it out baby. Soak it,” he moans. His hands move to the center of my lower back, pushing me harder against the mattress making it almost impossible for me keep it together.
“But -“
“I won’t ask again. I said let it out,” he groans through clenched teeth.
I relax my legs and feels myself release almost instantly wetting the bed and my thighs. The feeling is euphoric, making me dazed. The wrongness of making a mess on the hotel bed makes me feel dirty in the best possible way and pushes me to the edge.
“I’m gonna cum,” I nearly yell. I have no regard to anyone who might hear us and all sense of right and wrong is gone from me right now. This man could tell me he wants to fuck me in front of a room full of people and I’d let him.
Right before I reach my peak, he pulls out of me without warning and smacks my ass hard, completely ruining my almost orgasm.
“Vinnie,” I whine, kicking my feet into the mattress. Tears form in my eyes and I don’t even have the will to look back at him. I know what I’m gonna see - a cocky smirk spread across his face mixed with fake sympathy.
He laughs and rolls me over. The tears fall from my eyes and he looks down at me with that exact look on his face that I knew he would have.
“You’re gonna cum when I say you’re gonna cum… or not gonna cum,” he grips my face and shoves 2 fingers into my mouth, pushing them to the back of my throat and making me gag. “Open.”
I close my eyes and open my mouth fully as he pulls his fingers out and spits on my tongue.
“Swallow,” he says quietly.
I swallow and open my eyes again, blinking out the extra tears.
“Good girl,” he smiles. “Now, what I really wanna do is walk away from you and leave you here… naked on the bed in a puddle of your own mess. Feeling desperate. Looking pathetic. Teach you lesson about the way you talked to me the other day, threatening to get yourself off -“
“Please don’t -“ I start to say. He cuts me off by wrapping his hand around my throat and squeezing a little harder than he usually does.
“Let me finish, brat. I wanna make one thing clear to you,” he leans forward, his lips hovering over mine. “I’m in charge. And if you ever disobey me like that again, I’ll edge you for weeks like this. Hell, I’ll even make you watch while I get myself off,” he chuckles.
I bring my hand to his wrist around my throat, feeling the blood supply to my head starting to dwindle little by little and he finally releases me.
“Do you understand, baby?” He asks softly, kissing the tip of my nose.
I nod yes.
He smacks my face and grips my chin. “Speak.”
“Yes! I understand,” I whine. “Please don’t leave me like this. Please, please let me finish.”
He scans my face for a moment like he’s thinking of what he wants to do, then he smiles. “Oh god, you’re lucky you’re good at pouting. And even luckier that I’m horny as hell tonight. Sit up,” he says, pulling my arms.
I nod and lean up eagerly. He moves back up to the top of the bed and rests his back against the headboard again, just like before.
“You’re gonna get on top again, but this time you’re gonna face that mirror on the wall and watch me while I pound the disobedience out of you,” he says, pointing to the mirror across the room.
“Yes sir.”
I move into position, straddling his legs with my feet on the bed in front of me and my back to him. I quickly grab his cock, anxious to have him back inside me and lower myself with more ease this time, though he’s still a lot to take.
One of his hands wraps around my throat and his other grips one of my tits as he start thrusting into me again. Every thrust makes him hit my g spot, better than any position before. My heart is pounding in my chest as I watch us in the mirror. My face is beet red and his curls are sticking to his forehead as a thin layer of sweat covers both of us.
I reach my hand back to my clit and start rubbing again, making my whole body pulse. Looking him fill me up and feeling his breath in my ear as he moans pushes me close to the edge again in no time.
I’m half afraid to say anything about it but he always knows when I’m close so lying or trying to hide it isn’t going to do me any good.
“I’m… gonna cum, daddy. Please…” I moan, and pick up the pace on my fingers on my clit.
“Please what?” He asks, pinching my nipple.
“Please can I cum?”
“Not yet,” he bites my shoulder.
“Please! I can’t hold back,” I whine and close my eyes, resting my head against him.
“I said not yet,” he groans and starts pounding into me harder. Vulgar moans and the sound of our body’s clapping against each other fill the space around us, and it’s too much for me to hold back anymore.
“I can’t hold… it!” I moan.
He stays silent, like he’s focused only on what he’s doing.
“Fuck,” I moan as my orgasm washes over me. My eyes roll back and my whole body stays tensed as I pulse around his cock, getting wetter and wetter.
I can’t focus on anything around me, feeling too dazed from the pleasure but I feel his chest quickly rise and fall against me as if he’s laughing.
“Needy girl, couldn’t hold back. Gonna.. pay for that later,” he groans. “But lucky for you, I wanna cum right now too.”
His last sentence perks my senses up and brings me back around to reality.
“Remember I don’t… have my birth control. I forgot it,” I say quickly.
“I don’t care,” he gives me a sinister smile through the mirror.
“Fuck,” I whine. I know he wouldn’t cum in me if I say not to but I don’t have the will to tell him no right now. And, I fucking want it.
“Okay,” I say, nodding to give him the go ahead.
His thrusts become a little sloppier and his moaning comes to a peak against my ear, sending tingles down my spine as I soak up every bit of satisfaction that I’m getting from him, and giving to him. My eyes close again and my head falls back, feeling completely fucked out.
“Gonna cum,” he moans, and moves his hand from my throat to grip the back of my hair. “Open your eyes, princess. Gonna watch me fuck our kid into you if you get knocked up.”
I turn my head again to look at the mirror and see his cock twitch inside me as he fills me up, coating my insides with every drop of cum he has to offer me. Weeks worth of abstinence coming to an end. The feeling of it and the risk we’re taking sends me over the edge again almost instantly throwing me into another and unexpected orgasm.
“Yes, daddy. Use me! Fill me up,” I moan as I pulse around him.
“That’s right, baby. Good fucking girl. You know you exist for, huh?” He says in a sweet tone, kissing my neck.
“Yes!”
His thrusting finally comes to a halt as we both lay there breathless and lightheaded. Once he gets his bearings again, he slowly lifts me off of him making me whimper a little bit at the loss of contact.
He keeps my legs spread as his cum drips out of me and he brings his fingers down to gather what’s now on the outside and brings them up to my mouth.
“Open, baby,” he says softly, kissing my shoulder.
I grip his wrist and open, taking his fingers into my mouth and sucking them clean with a small smile.
“Good girl,” he sighs. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I say, resting my head against his chest.
“I’m sorry I got a little mean earlier. I’ve just been worked up all day… all week. Hell, all month, honestly,” he wraps his arms around me in a hug.
I giggle and pull away, turning around to face him and straddle him.
“It’s okay, baby. I understand. It’s been a crazy few weeks,” I kiss his nose. “I guess it worked though, huh? Cause you won. You fucking won. God, I’m so proud of you,” I smile.
“I did, didn’t I?” He chuckles, and brushes my hair behind my ears. “Thank you for sticking it out with me, that was genuinely one of the most stressful and time consuming things I’ve ever done.”
“Of course, my love. I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I smile and kiss his lips.
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drakenology · 3 years
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Make Me. - Yuuji Itadori & Sukuna
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summary: being the bratty little sub you are you push your boyfriend’s buttons until he makes you remember why you call him d*ddy.
warnings: smut! , mirror sex, dom!yuuji, sub!reader, bratty!reader, slapping, overstim, use of the word d*ddy in sexual context, male receiving oral, sukuna comin out to playyy, the sweetest aftercare ever 🥺, cussing of course and sukuna being mean (degradation)
author’s note: happy valentines day babies! I’m writing this as a gift for you guys as a thank you for your support and to celebrate valentines day! enjoy lovelies!
You have no idea why. No rhyme or reason how. But today, you awake in a very temperamental mood.
Poor Yuuji was just sleeping; snoring next to his beautiful, sweet and kind girlfriend. Well she was gone today. A bratty little snatch had arisen and it was about to become everybody’s problem. You were always such a good girl. Never started fights. Never really acted out. But today, you just felt like being the baddest you could be.
Yuuji being the perceptive boyfriend he is already knew you were being testy. He tried everything to make you feel a little better. He was so sweet; so caring and understanding. But you just would not budge.
“I have an idea. Let’s go out, hm? Get us some food? I know you’re hungry.” He coaxed, earning a nonchalant “whatever” from you. Yuuji just shrugged it off but the raging curse, Sukuna was in the back of his mind reeling him for letting you off so easy.
“You need to put that little brat in her place. If you keep allowing her to step all over you then I will take care of her.”
Yuuji just pushed his voice to the very back of his mind, hating having to punish you. Sukuna got a kick out it though; always urging Yuuji to hit you harder, fuck you faster. Even he himself found it absolutely tantalizing to see you submit yourself to him, completely helpless as he fucked you so hard that all you could do was lay there and take it. But still, hurting his precious baby was no easy feat. Fuck.
You and Yuuji spent rest of the day at the mall after you two ate; not a single conversation without ending in an argument. He was losing his patience with you, your bratty tendencies becoming such a pain in his side. What the hell was up with you?
You were walking through the mall with him, lazily holding his hand until you saw the biggest stuffed animal you’d ever seen. You wanted it; hell you needed that stuffie.
“Ooh! Look! Can I have it Yuuji? Please?” You pleaded, pointing at the stuffie through the display window.
“No, Y/N. We’re leaving. You got enough treats today.” He said.
“But I want it!” You persist.
“Drop it, Y/N. You’re really starting to get on my nerves. Let’s. Go.” Yuuji said sternly.
Your eye twitched in annoyance, ready to throw a fucking temper tantrum just because. You cross your arms and stand right in front of the store.
“Make me.” You tease, sticking out your tongue like a petulant child.
That’s it. You’ve done it. The straw that broke the camel’s back. Yuuji was livid at this point.
He raised his eyebrow and towered over your body, face close enough to kiss you.
“Oh I’ll fucking make you, alright.” He said, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the mall with enough force to scare you straight.
Yet still you test him, cussing and screaming at him to let you go all. The way. To the car. Yuuji stops and pins you against the car, your back facing him and the same arm he held now folded behind you.
“When we get in this car, you’d better be quiet the whole way home or else.” He hissed, nearing himself close to your ear.
“Or else what?” You persist, immediately regretting it when Yuuji lifted up your skirt and yanked your panties down.
“You just don’t know when to quit do you? Get in the fucking car.” He snarled, pushing you towards the car door as he stuffed your panties into his pocket.
You stumble, struggling to get the door open as your legs tremble in devilish excitement. God he was being so rough. Maybe this is what you needed all along. You crawl into the car, becoming meek as Yuuji gets in the driver’s seat and slams the door.
“You know how much trouble you’re in? Huh?” His deep voice echoing in your ears as you stare down at your thighs, not answering him. Yuuji let out an aggravated growl and grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.
“Got nothing to say now, princess? You had so much mouth earlier. What happened?” He chuckled darkly, slipping his hand between your legs to palm at your already wet pussy.
“You like talking back to me, don’t you? You’re gonna fucking get it.” He says as his hand reaches down to choke you while the other stuffs one meesely finger inside your weeping hole. You’re stifling your noise, panting lightly as you try to grind up against his hand until he stops his movements completely.
He completely pulls away and says nothing, starting the car and driving away. Your whole body is hot and needy for Yuuji to fuck you or even toy with you just for a little.
Should you risk touching yourself without permission? Should you just be good for once? All your thoughts leave your mind as Yuuji slips his hand back between your legs, this time using two fingers. You gasp, shocked at his sudden move until you look up and see you’re at a red light.
It felt so good; Yuuji’s fingers hooked deliciously to find that spot he knows drives you insane, urging you to rub your clit for good measure. It was all too much, your legs trembling as your pussy drooled all over his hands and the seat of his car. Your eyes were locked onto Yuuji’s fingers, losing focus quickly as you start to come undone.
Then he stopped. The light was green and Yuuji pulled away from you to drive once more. He made sure to lick his fingers and laugh at your dissatisfied face.
“Oh come on, don’t give me that look. We’re almost home.” He teased, your eyes tearing up as he snatched your hands away from your puffy clit. You whimper and try rubbing your thighs together to relieve the ache between your legs but no dice. You needed him to get you off now, or else you might just go off the deep end.
As the drive home went on you dreaded every light signal; hoping he’d catch every greenlight so you’d calm down, get your barings. But of course you weren’t getting off that easy. The light just before your block just had to turn red.
You could feel Yuuji’s eyes burning a hole in the side of your head, trying to close your legs before he could attack your cunt again. Of course you’re over powered by his strong hands, your thighs now split apart for his every so desire. He’s using three fingers now, demanding you rub your clit for him as he fucked you with his fingers.
Your pussy emitted the dirtiest noises, Yuuji groaning as you moan and writhe in the passenger’s seat. Your eyes were at the back of your head, begging and pleading for him to let you cum only for him to chuckle and stop again. You sob pathetically, tears threatening to fall as Yuuji started driving again.
“Now you wanna cry. Heh. Pathetic.” He spat, his mean words burning as you shamefully become feral at his insult.
The car slowed, signaling you were finally home as you pulled your skirt down to get out. Yuuji climbed out of the car without a word and led you inside, the tension so thick you could cut it with a sword. He shut the front door with a slam, lifting you up and throwing you onto his shoulder as if he were carrying a sack potatoes.
“I hope completely showing your ass today was worth it ‘cause now I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” He said, walking to the bedroom with you hanging over his shoulder like a rag doll. He opened the door and kicked it closed, slamming you onto the bed.
He was so angry you could see it in his pretty eyes. So angry that Yuuji just wasn’t Yuuji anymore, Sukuna’s tattoos taking form on his face and body as he stood over your now shaking body.
“Finally. I’ve been waiting to bring you to your knees, brat.” Sukuna says, his face pulling the most intimidating smirk you’d ever seen.
Only once in a blue moon you act out so badly to the point Sukuna gets tired of seeing you be let off so easily and takes over Yuuji. In fact, he’s the reason you only act out once in a blue moon. Sukuna was rutheless. The way he fucks you should be down right outlawed. Your body was always incredibly sore when he was finished with you.
“I’m tired of toying with you. Get on your knees. Now.” He demands, motioning you onto the floor. You oblige, sitting on your legs as Sukuna pulls you towards him by your hair. He rips off his shirt in true Sukuna fashion and pulls out his massive, heavy dick; the sight nearly making you drool as it slaps against his stomach. Yuuji had a nice dick but Sukuna- oh boy. Sukuna only enhanced his size, girth and length along with some of the most devine veins you’ve ever had the pleasure to have inside you.
“Open.” He said, forcing his length down your throat as soon as you do. You gag around him, forgetting how fucking huge he was. Sukuna laughed as he watched you struggle to take him all in, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth as he fucked your mouth. Your cheeks hallow with every thrust, eyes clouding with tears as he forcefully bobbed your head onto his dick.
“That’s right, slut. Suck my fucking dick like a good little whore.”
You blink away your tears and look up at him, sticking your tongue out to lick the underside of his dick as you reach your hand down and rub clumsy circles on your sensitive bud. Sukuna cussed and yanked you off of his cock, slapping you as you gasp. The sting fades into a strange pleasure you hadn’t felt in so long, the sensation going straight to your pussy. You had to admit being hit in bed was so wrong but so fucking right. Though Yuuji could never bring himself to hit you, Sukuna had no problem.
“Who said you could touch yourself? You ask me permission first, do you under fucking stand?” He barked. Sukuna paused waiting for your answer, his hand still holding your hair as he forced you to keep your eyes locked on his.
You nod, out of breath and mind hazy as Sukuna yanks your head back to spit in your mouth.
“So good when you listen, slut. Bend over in front of the mirror. I want you to see how fucking pathetic you are.”
You do as you’re told, crawling on your hands and knees towards the large full body mirror you convinced Yuuji to buy one day at the mall. Who knew you’d eventually be fucked in front of it? Sukuna made sure to say every demeaning and degrading word to you as he walked behind you while you crawled, kneeling down behind you once you get to the mirror.
Sukuna made his dominating presence known as he slapped his dick against your pussy, watching you flinch at his sheer girth. Sukuna grabbed your hair and pulled you up to face the mirror.
“Look at yourself. Such a fucking whore for us, hm? I think you owe us an apology.” Sukuna said rubbing the head of his dick against your needy pussy. You stutter, moaning as he prods himself at your entrance, Sukuna not moving a single muscle until he hears you beg for him.
“I-I-‘m sorry.” You breath out, Sukuna striking your ass hard in protest.
“Not good enough. Say it like you mean it.” He demands, his grip on your hair tight as he pushed himself just barely inside.
“Fuck! I-I said I’m sorry. Please, daddy. I need you. I’ll be good I promise.” You whimper, a sharp gasp leaving your mouth as Sukuna sunk himself deep inside you.
Your eyes lock onto Sukuna’s body in the reflection of the mirror, the tattoos all over his muscular body accenting his lightly tanned skin. Pink hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, eyes locked downward towards where you connected. You watched as his body rutted inside you with brute force. He was truly the most gorgeous thing walking. Even if he was inherently evil, the way he fucked you as if you meant nothing more to him than a cheap fuck was sickeningly addictive.
You’re a mess, panting and wailing filthy words as Sukuna fucked you with one leg propped up and the other kneeled on your side. He’s mumbling about how worthless you are, only fucking you this way because Yuuji just can’t do it without his help. Every long, deep thrust of his veiny cock sent your body ablaze; your orgasm violently approaching as you cry out for more.
“God, look at you. Crying for my dick. So pathetic.” Sukuna says clearly, the feeling of your pussy alone not enough to completely break him. He is a curse after all. Still, he sees why Yuuji loves you so much. If he had more control over his vessel, he’d be fucking you like this every night.
“G-Gonna cum, daddy! Please, please, please.” You gasp, digging your nails into the rug as he rocks his hips into you; harshly bumping his cockhead into your cervix. You inhale sharply, pain and pleasure mixing as your eyes flash white.
“I guess you can cum. Go on then. This body can’t last for shit anyway.” Sukuna shrugs, a little disappointed his time was almost up. Yuuji was fighting him for control over his body and Sukuna was losing his grip, his tattoos fading as Yuuji returned to finish the job.
You don’t notice the switch, your body stuck to the floor as your orgasm tears through your core. One final thrust and Yuuji was coating your insides with his cum, fucking it inside you with loud grunts as he smacked your ass one last time. You both sit there for a moment, your highs crashing down as you’re both out of breath and drained.
“Hey.” Yuuji said, only getting a weak “hm?” from your fucked out body.
“Was he too rough with you? I saw him hit you. I-I’m sorry I didn’t stop him.” Itadori explained, rubbing softly on your bruised ass, a huge hand print embedded into your left ass cheek. “God, you’re all bruised up. Stop being so bad, you hear me?”
“Y-Yuuji. ‘S okay.. I liked it.” You slur, words muffled slightly since your face was buried into the floor. Yuuji laughed nervously, pulling himself out of you; simultaneously whimpering with you at the feeling.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?” Yuuji said, scooping you up off the floor and taking you to the bathroom. You smile into his shoulder, his strength still a shock to you as he effortlessly sat you on the edge of the bathtub. He said nothing, instead kissing every mark and bruise Sukuna left on your body as he drew your bath.
“I’m sorry I was such a brat today.” You say weakly, stepping into the water once it’s ready, grabbing Yuuji’s hand to get him to get in with you.
“Oh I know you are. I heard you apologize. Ah~ I said I’m sorry!” He mocked, laughing when you splash him with the bath water. He sat behind you, running the warm water down your bare back and grinning as you sigh and relax.
“Love you, Yuuji.” You say, leaning into his chest closing your eyes.
“I love you more, love bug.” Yuuji smirked, kissing your forehead as he continued to wash you up.
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silv3rswirls · 3 years
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Learning Experience Pt.2
Anon asks: can we please get more of prof joon? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 something like namjoon bent her on his desk and was drilling into her from behind, then Professor Min walks in on them. 👀💀 it's high time you wrote a threesome, baby 🥵 two doms degrading, spitting and cumming on one inexperienced student sub oof- 👀🥵 i need me some holy water 🥵 it doesn’t have to be suga btw, add any member you like 🥺🥺 love you ❤️🥺
Warnings: female reader, professor/student, blowjobs, threesome, spit, spanking dirty talk/degradation, slight crying, overstimulation
Word count: 2k
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nsfw below the cut
Your next after-class meeting with Professor Kim couldn’t have come sooner. Just waiting through his class drove you mad with impatience and left your mind to run wild and dirty as he lectured for the hour. You fidgeted in your seat as time ticked down, not caring about the annoyed glances the students around you were giving. Your mind was dead set on the fantasy of Namjoon fucking you, especially since it felt like it had been forever since the last time. Spring break had come quickly and Namjoon seemed too busy to meet up during the break- that or he didn’t want to. His class was ending soon as well, leaving you unsure of what would become of your and your professor’s odd relationship. Maybe it was foolish to have grown somewhat attached to him. Besides fulfilling just about every sexual fantasy and desire you had- he was actually pretty nice. 
As everyone packed their belongings up and scurried out of the classroom, you stayed behind, slowly putting your things away before looking to Namjoon with a small smile. “Y/n, I was surprised to see how well you did” he commented as he flashed your latest paper to you.
You shrugged, “ I have a good teacher.” Your eyes followed Namjoon as he finished clearing his papers off his desk and slid his laptop away. You got up, moving to sit up on his desk and wait for him like always.
“You’re so impatient, can’t even make small talk?” He teased, rounding the desk to stand before you. You chewed on your lip, a wave of butterflies in your stomach as he leaned in closer. His hands massaged up and down your thighs, fingertips brushing the hem of your skirt.
“We can talk if you want…” You sighed under his touch. Namjoon hummed and leaned to begin kissing your neck, his hands continuing to knead your soft thighs. 
“It’s fine” he murmured, “we have a lot to get to.” You wet your lips, mind running wild to what all the two of you would be getting up to. You were surprised you weren’t already on your knees for him, as that was how things usually began. What more could the two of you do other than blowing him or fucking? Namjoon’s hands found their way from your thighs and up your sides, stopping your chest and giving your breasts a light squeeze. “You remember the safeword?” You nodded with a hum, eager to see what he wanted to do with you. Namjoon didn’t waste any time in unbuttoning your shirt and discarding it, your bra went next and his hands were on your bare chest in no time. He groped you, his thumb rolling over your nipple a few times and you hummed a small moan when his mouth replaced them. You wrapped your arms around him and wracked your fingers through his hair. 
You felt your professor’s teeth graze your shoulder as he turned away from your chest, placing little pecks up to your neck before leaving a hickey at the base of your neck. His hands found your thighs again, wasting no time in pushing under your skirt and pulling your panties down. His fingers dipped into your pussy, his thumb reaching to tease your clit. You squirmed and moaned under his movements, blushing as Namjoon’s gaze lifting to meet yours. A smile played on his lips as you squirmed under his stare. He didn’t tease you for long, didn’t even bother to say anything as he had you’re cumming around his fingers.
You took a moment to recover, a small pout coming to your face. You liked the pleasure but missed his usual teasing and degrading. Maybe he just wasn’t feeling it today? You reached for his belt, undoing it and moving to slip onto your knees, only to have him stop you. You were about to ask what was wrong or if he was done with you for the day, but he stopped you. “Wanna fuck you today” he murmured, turning your body and pushing you over his desk. After a few seconds of anticipation, you felt the head of his cock brush against you. One hand kept a tight grip on your hip as he pushed in, taking in the sight of your greedy hole stretching around and taking his dick. You sighed at the feeling and resisted the urge to push yourself back onto him as he seemed to be dragging the moment out. And when he completely stilled his movements you whined, tossing your head to look over your shoulder. “Hm?” He hummed, “something wrong?”
“Keep going” you pleaded. “Faster- harder.”
“Always so greedy” Namjoon faked annoyance, but the little grin never left his face. You moaned as he started thrusting again, this time at a much more satisfying pace. He gripped your hips roughly and held you in place as he fucked you. “Such a whore, only for your professor, right?” You nodded, yelping as his hand came down onto your ass. “Say it” he demanded.
“Only for you.” Your eyes squeezed shut as he kept the rough pace up and you’re relished in the sting left every time he smacked your ass. You were sure you’d be sore sitting in class tomorrow, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was the pleasure building up in you and you almost tuned Namjoon and the rest of your surroundings out, but something brought you back. Your eyes snapped open as the door squeaked open, Had Namjoon forgotten to lock the door again? “N-Namjoon” You stuttered, there was no way the two of you could hide what was happening this time. Your eyes went wide as another man stepped in and you felt even more embarrassed as you made eye contact with him. “P-professor Min” you spoke, trying desperately to get Namjoon’s attention away from fucking the daylights out of you. 
To your relief, Namjoon slowed down, “Yoongi, you’re late.”
“H-huh?” you looked back at your professor in confusion.
The door behind Yoongi closed and the lock clicked. “I got caught up.”
“What do you think Y/n?” Namjoon turned his attention back to you. “Want to let Professor Min join us today?” You gawked at Namjoon for a second, swallowing the dry lump in your throat. You knew of Min Yoongi but had never taken any of his classes. You vaguely remembered a friend of yours gush over how cute he was- and he was pretty handsome. Namjoon had been your first experience, so you had never really thought of the idea of a threesome, but...why not? You were already sleeping with your professor, why not just go all out at this point?
“Yes,” you breathed, despite being interested in trying it you couldn’t help the embarrassment seeping into you.
“Of course you do, such a slut.”
 Before you knew it Namjoon was back to fucking you and Yoongi was standing in front of you. It seemed that Namjoon had already given Yoongi all the details, preferring to catch you by surprise. You didn’t mind though, admittedly the situation was pretty hot. Yoongi brushed the wisps of hair from your face as your hand pumped up and down his shaft. “Are you sure?” Yoongi asked quietly and you nodded with a small yes without much thought. He smirked, “Namjoon said you were eager, but I didn’t expect this much” he commented before pushing himself in your mouth. He didn’t give you much time to adjust before he was thrusting wildly into you with his fingers laced in your hair. You sputtered and choked out a moan as the tip of his cock brushed against the back of your throat. Yoongi persisted though, eating up the gags and lewd noises you were making. 
“Look at him when you suck him off” Namjoon ordered and you tried to hum an apology as you met Yoongi’s eyes. Yoongi only gripped your hair tighter as he questioned how you could still look so innocent with his dick rammed into your throat. 
“Fuck, you used to be such a good student, what happened?” Namjoon groaned as he fucked you. “Let yourself become such a slut so I’d help your grade?” Yoongi let go of your hair, only for Namjoon to grab it and yank you off of Yoongi. Your back arched as he pulled and Yoongi scoffed at the strings of spit poling at the corner of your mouth.
“You like being a mess?” He asked before grabbing your face and you squirmed under Namjoon as you felt your orgasm hit.
“I do” you moaned breathlessly as his fingers swiped to smear the saliva across your cheek.
“She’s always a drooling mess by the time we’re done.” Namjoon’s grip on your hips tightened as he came, spilling his cum inside you. You tried to steady your breathing as Namjoon pulled out. Your body rested on his desk and you squirmed tiredly at the feeling of his cum seeping from your pussy. You jumped at the feeling of one of them playing with you, rubbing your sensitive clit sloppily. You picked your head up to find Yoongi behind you now. 
“Too much” you whined, tensing and squirming as Yoongi worked another orgasm out of you. Namjoon had taken Yoongi’s place in front of you, bushing your frazzled locks away and taking in your flushed face and tired eyes.
He pulled your head back, a bit more gentle this time. “Open” you let your mouth fall open without much of a thought, your eyes dropping closed as you feel him spit into your mouth. You didn’t have to be told to swallow and did so, letting Namjoon see that you had. Tears had already dripped down your face from Yoongi abusing your throat earlier, but fresh ones were beginning to bubble up as Yoongi seemed relentless in pushing you with more and more pleasure. When he finally stopped toying with you he turned you over so your back rested against the desk. “Gonna let Professor Min fuck you now?” Namjoon asked and you nodded, whining loudly as you felt Yoongi’s cock slid into you. Your tears fell as he began to thrust into you. 
“Feels so good” you gasped.
“You let Namjoon fuck you to get your grade up, are you that stupid?” He spat, “what’s your excuse for fucking me?” Yoongi questioned, his stare hard as he watched your face twist and flush in pleasure. “Don’t have one? Just an empty-headed slut now?” You ate up his degrading words, it seemed that his voice could get you off just as well as Namjoon could. You peeked your eyes open to look back at Namjoon, who seemed to be enjoying the view of his colleague fucking you, and you had to admit that you were enjoying it just as much.
“Are you crying Y/n?” Namjoon laughed. You hadn’t even noticed the fresh tears re-staining your face as you came for the fourth time. You felt another glob of spit hit your face, running down your cheek with your tears. Yoongi was close behind you, cumming in you and pulling out halfway to let the rest hit your cunt. Yoongi remained between your legs for a moment, coming down from his high as he watched the cum drip down and out of you. Even after Yoongi stepped away to clean himself up you stayed there, trying to calm yourself down.
“Did we go too hard on her?” Yoongi finally asked, fixing his belt as Namjoon came to help you clean up.
“She’ll be fine” He smiled, “Come on Y/n, let’s clean you up.” You nodded before looking back at Yoong and thanking him for the fun. “I’ll take you for dinner after this, Yoongi can come too” Namjoon decided, “we can go back to my place afterward.” You smiled, eager to see what the three of you could possibly get up to later.
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missblissy · 3 years
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Heyo! Do you think you could write something for demon al finding out his demon s/o also likes to sing? I love singing and it think it would be really cute to do it with Alastor 🤲🏻
((I would love to nonny! Im sorry for the wait :') I hope you like it! I turned it more into a song fic? Like.... A... double song fic xD??? Anyways I hope you enjoy!! Here and Here are the songs used in this fic!!))
He took a deep breath in and held on to it for as long as he could. The one and only joy he really had within the walls of this hotel was this. If it wasn't for these weekend shows, he might have just killed everyone by now out of sheer boredom. Every weekend, the Hazbin Hotel opened its doors to the general public. The lounge was opened up, tables were set, seats were filled. Dinner and a show were to be served to all who came in those doors. Though not free of charge, much to Charlie's protests. But the hotel had to make money somehow, so Alastor was put in charge of that.
The curtains pulled and opened before him and a spotlight flashed upon him. Alastor smiled wide, "Hello~!" He said in a cheerful tone. He was already scanning the crowd of people, looking for you, "How is everyone doing tonight? Horrible I hope!" The audience let out a little laugh at that. Alastor kept looking around, but the seat you normally sat in had someone else in it. No noticed, but there was a twitch of anger in his smile for a second, "Well! Let's get this show started!" He snapped his fingers and the spotlight turned off. Music started to play and soon enough Alastor transformed himself into a more casual outfit. As the music picked up, his spotlight turned back on and Alastor was half tempted to not sing this song especially if you weren't even here. Well, he did only meet you a few weeks ago, and you only did just started some... flirtationship if you would even call it that.
Oh well. Here goes nothing. Some much for trying to impress you with this, "I heard the time just slips from your sugarplum lips. So I go there just to watch it fall and then my jaw just drops when your cherry lollypops! I get nervous when you bounce my ball~" He gave a charming smile to no one in general, unfortunately. Come on, were you late? No... You knew when the hotel opened....
"I get the strangest sense we were lovers, past tense. Like a dog in heat, I just can't be indiscreet and when I see you there I whisper my prayer so sweet~ I'm getting shaky on my feet, I'm incomplete~" Alastor's mind raced while he sang on autopilot. Maybe he just couldn't see you in dark? Maybe you were all the way in the back? "I'll be your one-man band, I'll be at your command! Just say the word and I'll be your renaissance man, I swear! I'll go where you don't dare, I'll bury this affair deep down in Sugartown~"
Alastor paused with the music, letting the song play only enough for him to take a deep breath and wonder where the hell was his favorite little play thing, "I heard your glass hips swayed while the jitterbugs played. Every man was on his bended knee~ And all my hopes got smashed as my nerve just crashed! I was as heavy as a boy can be." He went on to sing the chorus again, while somehow giving up on looking for you in the crowd at the same time. It was almost too ironic that the next lines fit his feelings perfectly, "And if you just can't do me right, then, honey, please do me wrong! I'll be your one-man band, I'll be at your command! Just say the word and I'll be your renaissance man, I swear I'll go where you don't dare, I'll bury this affair deep down in Sugartown!"
He sang on, with a slight hollowness to his voice that no one picked up on. He didn't move as quickly or flash as big of a smile. Alastor finished his little musical number and left the stage with a round of applause, and quickly someone else took the stage. All kinds of people showed up to sing, to even do comedy (Which Alastor did as well, he just didn't feel like it today. Maybe he should have seeing as you weren't even here.)
There was a special place where Alastor got to sit. In the very front, in a booth with Charlie, Vaggie, and Husk. Nifty was never around for these kinds of things, and Angel often made some kind of sexual escapade out of a song later into the night. When Alastor finally sat down with the rest of the group, he found it very odd that Charlie was bouncing with joy.
"Hi, Al!" She said a little too loud. She got "shh"ed by a few people close by, "Sorry-" She whispered out, "Hi!" She said again to Alastor with a little wave of her hand.
His ever-present smile grew only slightly, "Hello, Charlie. Excited for tonight, are we?"
"Yeah!" She blurted out again, with another round of people hushing her up. So this time she whisper-yelled, "You're in for a great show tonight, Al!"
Alastor flickered his gaze to the stage, the same person was still there trying to make music out of whatever horrible sounds they were making. He looked back to Charlie and raised a brow, "I am?" He asked, "What makes you say tha-"
"Shh! Shh!" Charlie held a finger to her mouth and waved her other hand in the air, "It's starting!" Alastor looked to the stage again, now empty with no lights shining on it.
Music started to play once again, but the lights remained low. He could barely make out someone walking in the darkness of the stage, then suddenly, the lights flashed on and it was you, "You call me on the telephone, you feel so far away. You tell me to come over, there's some games you want to play," You stared him down, eyes lock on no one else but Alastor. Finally, the table have turned, and little did Alastor know that he was going to be the one seduced with a song tonight, "I'm walking to your house, nobody's home. Just me and you and you and me alone~"
You quickly take step after step down the front of the stage, matching your movements to the tempo of the song. It was only a few steps before you stood right in front of the table Alastor, and everyone sat at. But somehow you made him feel like he was the only one in the room, "We're just playing hide and seek, it's getting hard to breathe under the sheets with you~ I don't want to play no games, I'm tired of always chasing- chasing after you~" It was like you a spell on him. Your words were sultry and loose enough for him to read between your lyrics. You even gave him that sneaky little smirk before going on to sing, "I don't give a fuck about you anyways! Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you? You never share your toys or communicate, I guess I'm just a play date to you~"
You spun on your heel quickly giving a wave of your hand. You were playing hard to get and you knew Alastor couldn't resist. As you made your way back up the long stage, Alastor couldn't even stop himself before he realized he was following you up there. At that moment, he knew everyone was watching him... and you. How entertaining.
Just as he got close enough, you turned quickly to face him and quickly point a finger at him, then press it into his chest to push him away, "Wake up in your bedroom and there's nothing left to say. When I try to talk you're always playing board games," You then quickly moved your hand and grabbed him by his chin. You gave a dirty little smirk and made sure to give him look he couldn't resist, "I wish I had monopoly over your mind, I wish I didn't care all the time. We're just playing hide and seek~ It's getting hard to breathe under the sheets with you! I don't want to play no games, I'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you~"
You walked circles around him, Alastor's eyes hard on you and watching every move. His smile was weak, shaken, and there was a hunger in his eyes you'd never seen but always wanted to, "Ring around the rosy, I never know- I never know what you need~ Ring around the rosy, I want to give you- want to give you what you need~ I don't give a fuck about you anyways. Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you? You never share your toys or communicate, I guess I'm just a play date to you."
Alastor made an attempt to reach out and grab you, but he was slowly and only half attempted. You spun by him quickly, missing him, and making sure to give him a wink as you avoided him. But you stopped just shy of him, standing dead center. You smiled, then tilted your head slightly and held your hand out for him to take, "You know I give a fuck about you everyday, guess it's time that I tell you the truth. If I share my toys, will you let me stay? Don't want to leave this play date with you~"
There was a loud round of applause, cheering, and whistling. To say he was stunned, walking around like a drooling dog, that would be an understatement. You smiled wide, giggling to yourself as Alastor started to remember where he was. He didn't like all these eyes on him, and especially on you. He looked over his shoulder and saw Charlie and Vaggie laughing, in a good way, at least. They seemed to be enjoying watching Alastor fawn over someone.
That drew the line in the sand for him. He quickly grabbed onto your wrist and with his free hand, he snapped his finger. In a little cloud of smoke and dust, the two of you were gone from the hotel's auditorium. You watched as Alastor poofed the two of you away, and manifested out in the hotel hallways. His grip on you was tight as you giggled at his flustered face.
Your little giggles grew as you asked, "So? Did you lik- Mwh!" Alastor cut you off by slamming his lips into yours. He held onto you, hands gripping your arms as he dragged you in closer to him. You were caught off guard as he pushed you backward until your back was pressed against a wall. He deepened the kiss, hungry for more and more of you. You moaned, falling into his embrace and giving in to his demands.
Alastor pulled only inches away but made sure to press you into the wall, hard, trapping you against him, "I loved it." His words were deep and husky, filled with a desire you've never seen him have before. The low growl in his voice sent chills down your spine and caused your skin to heat up, "But don't ever do that kind of shit with me ever. Again. Understood?"
You stared back at him with wide eyes and lips pressed together. You nodded quickly and watched as his sinister smiles curled onto his lips, "Good," He gave you a small kiss, then teased you by licking your lips. He knee was quickly between your legs as he rested an arm on the wall behind you. He went to the crook of your neck, whispering in your ear, "Now, where were we~?"
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lilsuzn · 3 years
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MLQC Victor - NSFW abc headcanons (REMASTERED)
Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice
Warnings: Explit sexual content (GN READER)
it's what I posted a while ago, but better - I changed some things, I deleted some thing and wrote new. I think it's much better now
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A = Aftercare (What they are after sex?)
Victor is a man that has his values straight
You are the most important part of his life (even if he sometimes struggles to shop it) and he will do anything for you… and only for you
Other people don’t matter. He only takes what he wants and leaves.
But you - his sweetest, dearest, little love… can ask anything and everything (well, almost - see N).
You crave massages? He will buy the most luxurious oils on the market, might even take a course to perfect his skills to give you more pleasure
Want to take a bath? He will have a bathtub installed if he doesn’t have one already
Pillowtalk, kissing, snuggling, another round? No need to say it twice. He leaves to please you
When it comes to him, he likes to pull you close and tell you all the things he has no courage to say at any other time
Leave no space for misunderstanding in the department of his unconditional, boundless, eternal love and devotion for you
Tell you just how happy he is to have you and how everything is worthless in comparison to you
After he makes sure you’ve been pleasured throughly already, he will want to share a shower
And make no mistake - he will wash you. You can wash him too, if you want, but taking care of that pretty body of yours is his responsibility
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favorite body part is his waist
It wasn’t easy to get that V shaped body and he is extremely proud of this accomplishment…
Especially when he sees your hungry gaze roaming his torso up and down
And you… He couldn’t possibly choose one part
Beautiful legs, rounded butt, soft abdomen and that gorgeous, gorgeous smile
Yeah…
No…
That would be your thighs when it comes to the sexual aspect
You have such a delicate skin there. So suckable. Kissable. More plush than any pillow could ever be
He feels so secure and at ease when they squeeze around his head as you ride his face.
The sound of his hips slapping against them - heavenly
Not much can make him calmer than your lovely, plump thighs
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)
It should come (hihihi) as no surprise that he loves to spill inside
It’s so intimate… Bonding…
Doesn’t really like to cum onto you for reasons he himself doesn’t really understand
It just feels… somewhat degrading? And he doesn’t like it that way?
Then again cuming into your mouth is a strong YES. Maybe it’s because of how enthusiastically you take him in
How you collect all the spill from your chin and lick it off your fingers like it was some kind of delicious delicacy
That sight makes him hard all over again…
D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory - a dirty secret of theirs)
He has a folder of your photos on his computer
Some of them were taken with consent… Some without you realising…
Because you were in his bed sleeping in your naked glory… And he could only stop himself the first, like 20 (?) times
He sorts them by aesthetic and cuteness/sexiness
Jacks off to them when you’re not around
Most of them are very artistic. He tries his best to make them as good as the ones he was using before you… (see J)
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He slept with a few girls in college, but he saw it only as ‘taking care of his sexual needs’ - no real feelings included
He had one dedicated booty call - a girl who fell in love with him despite him saying that he only only sees her for sex
That period really allowed him to explore his sexuality
So he knows what he likes and what to do, so his partner likes it too
F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)
Everything when he takes you from the back
He’s rather keen on yanking hair, slaping ass…
But when it comes to the person he loves - you, he likes to face each other during sex
He wants to kiss your face, neck and chest. Nuzzle his face into your abdomen while he’s going down from his height
Your legs thrown over his shoulders so he can slap his hips against your soft thighs
Or legs pressed to your sides, hands gripping your thighs
And he can’t even attempt to lie he doesn’t absolutely love when you sit on his lap… or get on top in general
Or when your thighs grip his head when you 69 on the couch while ‘watching’ a movie. Your lips sloppy around him as his tongue pleasures you with most precision and dedication
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
No goofy.
If they start to joke around, they get spanked. HARD.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Victor is a passionate swimmer, so most of his body is hairless
But he doesn’t shave his pubes. Finds it weird to be completely bare down there and the first time he had sex with a completly hairless girl, he was a bit taken aback with her baby like smoothness.
Only trims them with a ‘pubes razor’ which is his old razor that he doesn’t use for face anymore, because he got a better one from his aunt for Christmas
Carpet matches the drapes
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
No goofy.
Only love and eternal devotion.
He will caress and leave kisses all over your body. Keep you close in the warmest and most loving embrace
No dummies or idiots in bed. Only treasures and loves
Almost like he’s trying to make it up to you for his tendency to be so aloof on a daily basis
The sweet talk doesn’t stop there, but I already said everything about it in A
J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)
This man didn’t have time to waste on women when he was building his empire, so he naturally spend quite a lot of his life masturbating instead of having sex
He doesn’t really enjoy porn, though. It’s too cartoonish for him. He much prefers to look through lingerie commercials or nude photoshoots - the more artistic the better
After he reunites with you, he starts to feel all that pent up sex tension and starts to jack off almost every day
Thinking about you. Looking at photos of you. Carving you with every small bit of his being
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
First of all - seeing his partner being pleasured. Either by him or by a vibrating toy plugged into them or pressed against their sensitive spots. He doesn’t even pump himself watching. He’s way too consumed with the enticing sights
Double penetration. His huge dick in one whole, dildo in another… Just thinking about it gets him going
He can’t deny himself at least some manhandling (if you consent - obv). Although he doesn’t go full on dom every time (at least with you) he seems to be unable to deny himself some hair pulling and choking... Although he almost does it lovingly? Spanking and whipping will surely also happen from time to time. Can get very rough when jealous
Also a slight daddy kink. When he hears it slip past your lips in the form of a joke - he feels some strange tingling in his groin and it’s not a venereal disease
If you sit on his lap, make a cute, helpless expression and ask daddy to play with you… It just turns him into a primal animal with no self restraint
That he kinda always seems to be
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Where nobody can hear them
Or see them
Anywhere with a stable surface really, but he needs to know you will have full privacy
Would never agree for public sex
All the sweet sounds and expressions he makes you do are his and only his to experience
M = Motivation (What turns them on/gets them going)
Stress, irritation, anger, hurt… Sex is a great way for him to gat this weight of his chest since he doesn’t really like to think those negative feeligs through
Or any feelings, if we’re at it
A nice butt is also a motivation, especially when it’s attached to a fine pair of legs
But both of these factors aren’t a guarantee of a turn on and even if they have that impact on him, he still will most likely not act on it
What he really struggles to control is a real attraction that reaches what’s beyond physical
A beautiful, hardworking and open-minded person is something Victor finds hard to ignore
N = No (Something they wouldn’t do/turn offs)
No sharing
No blood play
No permanent marking
Nothing too forcefull or aggressive
No sex before assigning boundaries and exchanging preferences
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
As I already said In B, Victor is an oral lover
More into giving than receiving, but would never push his lover away
(you can always 69, right?)
The man is humming in pleasure as his tongue slides along your sex
Is more than willing to go for hours if only you let him
The more you moan the more intense his movements become
His main goal is to please
The secondary one is to be the best at yet another thing
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He has two base modes
One: I love you, my sweet creature - all about measured, unhurried but hard thrust. True, pure love-making
Two: Little girls don’t get a say in how daddy fucks them - you’re tearing up, sobbing, drooling and he gets even more turned on by it. Fucks harder and faster then you both believed possible. Years of engaging in sports come to show themselves
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He will participate when the occasion occurs
Might even initiate an occasion
But it’s not really sex for him. It’s a quickie
And when compared to the real love-making with you… it’s just meh
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
When it comes to taking risks, I believe I already made it clear that he isn’t too into that
If someone walked in you, it would be very upsetting for him
If you got accidentally hurt would break his heart
But experiment he would happily
New toys, new positions, new kinks… He will try anything once
Well, almost anything (see N)
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
We all have our better and worst days, and this man has a whole company to run. It’s only natural for him to be tired
So usually he won’t last for more than one round. Maybe 3 on weekends
But will last a while if he sets a slower pace (see P)
On vacations however, after a few days of rest his stamina will increase dramatically
Have you seen this guy’s torso? Exactly
He has some stamina to spare
T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Not against, although he prefers to experiment with positions that to experiment with toys
Will probably never propose any, except when he knows his partner is into such things
If you do - Victor will do his research and find something exciting for you to enjoy
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)
He really is not patient enough for that
Doesn’t have time for it either
Why would he even want to? They’re unsatisfied = he’s unsatisfied (as I mentioned in K)
He sees no appeal in it. When he wants to fuck, he wants to fuck. No reason to beat around the bush
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Victor can be a bit more talkative than usual during the foreplay
Throughs some praise (a lot of it)
Tell you about his feelings (but not too much at that point)
About things that made him jealous…
A quiet Fuck may leave his lips when he enters you and when he’s about to come
In the middle of those two - he’s rather silent
Not much of a moaner
He grunts and growls a lot though. Can get a little bit loud from time
W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character)
It was a sunny, autumn day. You were walking down the street. You’re fingers entwined. The sunlight was gracing your beautiful features so gorgeously… and he had already been yearning for so long
When you’ve finally reached the Souvenir’s door, the man is all worked up
Not that you could tell from his steely expression
But you sure got suspicious when he got all touchy feely out of the sudden
Not that you would ever mind - obviously
Feather light kisses on the nape of your neck and shoulders. Fingertips caressed your waist to then slide down to your hips. Then he reached for the hem of your dress…
“I love you…” he whispered in your ear
Goosebumps momentarily appeared on your skin as all the intense feelings he had been making you experience from the very day you saw him for the first time in his office travel down your spine in a form of a intense shiver
You wanted him. So bad. For so long.
And there was no hiding his feelings for you at that moment as you turned your head to face him
Soon after stomach was pressed against the kitchen counter. Your naked butt was all out on display for Victor to squeeze and spank as you squirmed and moaned under his touch
Victor didn’t take any unnecessary time to move his long, broad fingers down, to stroke your sensitive slit
He praised you for being so wet, so flushed, so eager for him
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
“I love you, too” you whispered to his ear as his arms pressed you as close to his body as possible, while you were still going back from your highs
And after that, from his lips slipped the words of the most sincere adoration… and true love
Words you would never expect to leave his beautiful, soft mouth
Matches the rest of the man
Long and thick
No curvature. Perfectly straight
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Rather average
Ha has periods when he doesn’t even think about it
And he has ones when he can’t stop thinking about it
However he doesn’t go too much either way
Z = Zzz… (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Remember what I said in S? Applies here as well
He’s a hardworking man
Simplu needs to work hard to keep his business growing and to keep his lover pleased
Then he just needs to get some rest. Don’t try to change his mind because he will
If he’s well rested however, he won’t let you sleep
Like, not a chance. You need to come at least five times. He doesn’t make the rules, sorry
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akaashisbabygirl · 3 years
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Pairings: Akaashi x reader
Warnings: characters are aged up, restraints, blindfold, gag, toys
A/n: ahhh my Akaashi fic is finally up!! I’ve been waiting for this day to come
Note: I DO NOT OWN THE IMAGES USED. THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTFUL OWNERS. ALL PICTURES USED WERE FOUND ON PICSART
“Is there anything… specific that you would like to try?” Akaashi asked, his beautiful, turquoise coloured eyes staring at you in a soft manner.
You had to think about it for a second.
Surely, there were things you wanted to try, but they weren’t able to come to mind.
Shaking your head slowly, you opened your mouth to speak, “Unfortunately, I’m unable to think of anything from the top of my head… what about you? Is there anything you wanna try?” You asked, wanting to know what he wanted to do.
After all, when it came to the bedroom, you didn’t want all the decisions to be made by you and just you alone.
“You know that I don’t really mind what we do,” he smiles.
“Come on, at least suggest something!” you smiled back, a warm, soft, loving smile now sitting peacefully on your face.
Sometimes, Akaashi wondered.
Why was it that he could never say no to you?
You could see the light blush that appeared over his pale face as he chuckled. It was clear that he was thinking about something.
“Come on, baby. What are you thinking about?” you ask, growing desperate to know about the thoughts running through Akaashi’s mind.
“I-I was thinking, what about… um… sensory deprivation.”
“What’s that?” you asked, your head falling a little to the side in confusion.
Sensory deprivation?
The word sounded familiar, but that’s as far as it went.
You looked back up to Akaashi. Instead of his usual, smile which he wore, a soft, small smirk began to appear on his face.
“Why don’t I show you then?”
Your back was pressed up against the headboard, undressed. Your legs had crossed together, hiding your cunt from Akaashi’s soft eyes as much as possible, your hands wrapped around your chest. It was embarrassing. Even though Akaashi had seen you naked more times than once, you were still embarrassed showing your body to him.
“Out of the three, which would you prefer: to see, to hear or to taste?” he asked, twisting a blindfold in his beautiful setter hands.
It wasn’t the first time the two of you had used a blindfold during your sexual activities.
“To hear,” you announced, wanting to hear Akaashi’s soft, angelic voice.
“Good option,” he smirked, his hands moving to wrap the blindfold around your eyes, tying it tightly at the back.
“Lay down for me,” his soft voice guided.
Following his orders, you positioned yourself to lay down on the bed, your back meeting with the bedsheets as Akaashi grabbed hold of your left wrist.
You felt the familiar feeling of a silk tie wrap around your arms, connecting your arm to the headboard. He pressed a soft kiss to your wrist, before moving to the other side of the bed to repeat the same action, but with your other hand.
Both of your hands were now tied to the headboard, a blindfold draped over your eyes, preventing you from seeing anything. The only thing that was missing was the gag.
“I’m gonna put the gag in,” he said, his fingers touching your cheek to prepare you.
“Okay,” you mumbled slightly.
The silicone ball sat tightly in your mouth, your teeth sitting around the ball, drool beginning to escape your open lips. Like the blindfold and the silk ties, it wasn’t your first time using the gag. Akaashi and you had a special hand signal that the two of you had come up with, in case you needed to stop because it was too much. He was thoughtful for that.
Akaashi held a small toy in his hands. One which you weren’t able to see because of the blindfold. However, the thought of being unaware of what Akaashi was about to do to you thrilled you. excitement ran through your body, your cunt becoming wetter as you lay back in anticipation, waiting for what were to happen next. The silk ties felt soft around your wrists, the silky material decorating your skin. Akaashi would’ve used rope, like previous times before, but he didn’t want to hurt you. especially not when all he wanted was to make you feel good.
You began to feel Akaashi’s finger slowly moving in between your legs, reaching your dripping womanhood. His fingers pushed your folds to the side, slipping the tips of his fingers into your pussy. A slight moan escaped from your lips, trying to buck your hips up for his fingers to slip further into your cunt.
He replaced his fingers with the small toy which he twisted in between his fingers. A small toy made its way into your cunt. With the small click of a remote, you felt vibrations on your most sensitive area. You tried bucking your hips up, only failing in the process as Akaashi’s hands held your hips down.
You never thought it could get better – until you felt Akaashi’s fingers slowly rubbing circles on your clit. His touch was soft against your sensitive bud.
It was hard to call out his name from the silicone ball in your mouth.
“K-K…” you tried to moan out his name, but you could only fail in the process.
Akaashi chuckled, “What are you trying to say, pretty girl?”
Your words only came out muffled as you tried to speak, failing every single time.
“You need to speak clearer, pretty thing. Otherwise, I won’t know what my pretty girl wants.”
“K…” a moan slipped from your mouth as you felt the level of the vibrator become higher.
Oh, how you wished you could see the smirk that Akaashi wore on his face now. Even with a dark blindfold wrapped around your eyes, cutting off your sight of the world, you were able to tell that Akaashi had a smirk on his face.
After all, you weren’t able to say that you weren’t enjoying this.
Enjoying the way his soft fingers rubbed circles on your sensitive bud, the vibrator inside your wet walls. Drool had leaked from your mouth, slipping lightly down your chin. Akaashi’s free hand trailed up your chest, groping lightly on your exposed breast.
He moved his tongue down to suck on your nipple, his hand leaving your chest to reach for the remote, adding another level. Your hips bucked up into his, colliding with his clothed lower half.
Akaashi’s tongue twirled around your nipple, his fingers spreading your wetness that dripped from your cunt along your womanhood. Moans continued to slip from your lips. All you wanted right now was to feel Akaashi’s lips on yours, but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. You knew he was going to make sure you cum first before he did anything else.
“Keiji,” you tried yelling out as you felt yourself clamp down tighter on the toy, a knot forming in your lower stomach. Akaashi’s name fell from your lips, “Keiji…” being muffled from the silicone ball in your mouth.
“You gonna cum?” he asked.
It was amazing, how he was able to easily tell what was going to happen next, even when you weren’t able to explain it to him. He turned the level of the vibrator up to the highest setting, a scream falling from your lips as your body began to shake. Akaashi’s eyes watched as your body shook, your climax washing over you like a wave.
Your body became weak after your climax, your white cum now messing the bedsheets. Akaashi smirked, pressing a soft kiss to your lower stomach before removing the gag from your mouth.
Instantly, he pressed a kiss to your lips, removing the blindfold from your eyes.
“Hey, baby,” he smiled, pressing another kiss on your face, this time on your nose.
Akaashi leaned over, untying your arms from the bedhead.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” he asks, helping you sit up from the bed,
Akaashi walked over to the bathroom, grabbing a wet cloth. He threw you one of his shirts.
“Arms up,” he said, as he helped you get dressed.
As he cleaned you up, he pressed soft kisses to your skin, to your arms where the ties were placed earlier. He pressed kisses down your body, showing you how much he loves and cares for you.
“Next time, we’re gonna do what you wanna do,” he smiled, pulling you into his arms and underneath the bedsheets.
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damn peko okay i see you... could i get some dry humping with nagito?👀👀👀👀👀
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If it’s your order, master. I live to serve. I had a lot of fun with the set up of this. I love creating little scenarios around the smut lol.
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Contains: Explicit Sexual Content, Post-SDR2, Future Foundation Reader, Fem Reader, No Pronouns Used
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It should be illegal how good Komaeda looks in his Future Foundation uniform. The way the dress pants cling to his narrow hips. The way the blazer accentuates his already broad shoulders. Whatever demon possessed him to pull his soft white hair up into a high ponytail should be slain, if only to stop the way your palms are sweating every second you look at him. 
Presently, he’s standing tall, legs shoulder width apart as he practices firing his new hacking gun. Face awash in blue light as he unloads five break shots into the target on the other side of the room. You can see the singe marks, all bullseyes or complete misses, nothing in between. The determined set of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes, the way his chest heaves. You are standing in the corner of the room, resisting the urge to rub your thighs together just from watching him. 
“You’re doing well, Komaeda-san!” You call out, disappointed at the way your voice noticeably wavers. 
He turns to face you, slinging the gun over his shoulder, “That is debatable, but i am grateful for your attempts to comfort me.” he smiles at you, and it might just be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, “It isn’t necessary, but it is very kind of you.”
“We can stop for the day if you would like, we’re already late for lunch.”
“Ah.” he says, “I am quite hungry” 
You motion for him to put the gun away and follow you out of the training room. He dutifully follows behind, maintaining an even pace with you as the two of you head to the dining hall. You glance over at him, choking on any words you might have said when you realise how nicely the dim overhead lighting catches in his pale eyelashes. You swallow. It must have been a joke by your superior to assign you as Komaeda’s training partner. You were not subtle in your interest in him, outright talking to coworkers about how desperately you wanted to pull one of his sharp hip bones into your mouth and suck. 
He has his hands in the pockets of his dress pants, tucking the front of his blazer behind his wrists, your eyes are drawn to the snug fit of those pants. Specifically the way the fabric pulls taught over his crotch. You can hear the telltale thump of your heart in your ears, your bones feel like they might melt with the intensity of your feelings at this moment. All you can think about, is what terrible, awful, fireable offences you could commit right now. Right in this hallway. 
“Is everything alright?” Komaeda asks, pulling you from your semi trance. He’s stopped walking now, and the two of you are standing just by the door of an empty conference room. He’s a lot taller than you, a fact you try very hard not to focus on.
“Oh, I’m fine. Just a little distracted.”
“Ah.” Komaeda says, the sound laced with knowing. His eyes hooded and lips quirked up in a very subtle smile, “You have been a very diligent trainer,” he breathes, head inclined just a little bit to the side, “Anything i can do to repay you would make me very happy. If you would even accept repayment from such common garbage as myself.” 
When he says anything...does he really mean anything? You can feel your stomach turning, “No need to repay me, Komaeda-san. I’m just doing my job.”
“If you are turning down my offer due to genuine disgust I fully understand.” He says, laughing breathily, “However. If you are turning it down due to a concern for my well being, or a respect for me as a person. Know that is unnecessary.” his voice has dropped down an octave, and you have the distinct feeling that he is toying with you, “I offer myself to you fully, if you are willing to accept.”
Your eyes can't help but flit from Komaeda, to the door of the vacant conference room, and back again. The knowledge that it’s  only 1:15, and that the room will be empty until 2:30 is unbearable. Irresistible. 
“What i feel for you…” your mouth is dry, your hands are shaking, “Is the exact opposite of disgust.”
He chuckles, hiding his mouth with a palm, “How unfortunate for you.” his hand drops to reveal a smile that can only be described as hungry, “but how very fortunate for me.”
Any resilience you had snaps. You’re barely even conscious as your hand wraps around Komaeda’s wrist and you tug him into the conference room, slamming the door shut by shoving him up against it as you crush your lips together. He moans audibly, thin arms coming around you tight. You bury your fingers in the mess of his white hair, tangling through the delicate strands, you notice he chokes on a moan when you tug a little too hard. The sound spurs you on. 
“You like when I pull your hair, pretty boy?”
He whimpers, opening his lips under yours and gently licking into your mouth. His tongue feels like heaven. Twisting and tangling with yours before breaking away to trace your upper row of teeth. You bite down tentatively, and a bolt of warmth shoots down to your sex when you hear him cry out. It isn't a pained noise, you can tell he liked it. It’s even more obvious how much he liked it when his hips grind up against yours, you gasp at the feeling, he’s completely hard in his pants and while you desperately want to pull him out and have your way with him. That might be just a little too daring. What you do instead, is not that much better.
“Can you lie down for me?” You whisper in his ear, one hand buried in his hair, the other on his cheek, tracing his lips with your thumb. You squeak when he takes your thumb into his mouth, sucking gently on your skin and swirling his tongue around. You can't help slipping another two fingers in. He was practically begging for it, what were you supposed to do? His big green eyes stare down at you, cloudy with desire as you slowly thrust your fingers in and out of his mouth. Watching drool pooling in the corners of lips while he keens and moans around your digits. 
Without ever pulling your fingers from his mouth, you guide him away from the door and slowly encourage him to drop down onto the floor with you. The little hitch in his breath when you straddle his narrow hips is to die for, “you’re doing so good, sweetheart.” you coo at him, running a hand through his soft hair, he closes his eyes, relishing in the feeling as he sucks hard on your fingers. You smirk, and grind up against his hard cock. Even with your fingers in his mouth, his moan is shockingly loud. 
When you press down against him again, his hips buck upward to meet yours. Desperate to reciprocate the delicious friction, licking, sucking, drooling and moaning around your fingers as you drag your hips across him over and over. A moan cutting loose from your lips as his hardness bumps up against your clit, you can feel yourself getting wet through your panties and right through your tight uniform pants. It’s disgusting, it's sweaty, and it's desperate. Komaeda is writhing underneath you, pushing himself up off the ground with his heels, doing anything and everything to grind his cock harder against you, his hair has long escaped the confines of his ponytail and is spread out behind him in a tangled white halo. 
“You’re so beautiful, Komaeda-san…” you purr, admiring the blush coating his cheeks like rouge atop porcelain, drool escaping the corners of his mouth and running down his chin. He makes a pleased noise and bites gently down on your fingers, bringing up his hands and gripping tight on your hips, pushing you down harder onto his throbbing cock and letting out a strangled sob as your hips pick up the pace. You’re both going to cum in your pants. On the conference room floor. It’s reprehensible, despicable, and so fucking hot. You must be ruining the front of Komaeda’s pants, there's no way your wetness hasn’t seeped the whole way through, and you can't help imagining the state of his cock. Is it red? Is dripping with pre-cum? You’re almost furious that you don't get to see.
“I...I’m...close…” Komaeda slurs around your fingers. Whimpering and moaning, cock twitching so furiously in his pants that you can feel it. You hiss at the sensation of his wriggling hips beneath you, finally pulling your fingers out from his mouth so you can replace them with your tongue. You’re close too, the warmth in your stomach is almost boiling, it feels like you’re going to overflow. His tongue tangles and curls against yours, exploring every crevice of your mouth as he continues rutting up against you, making adorable little noises of exertion. 
You’re hot all over, it feels like you’re going to melt if you hold on any longer. Hips moving so quickly that your abdominal muscles are starting to burn. You’re getting close to the edge and you can feel yourself about to tip over, “Cum for me, baby.” you pant into Komaeda’s ear, opening your mouth wide and biting down hard on the side of his neck. Anything to silence the moan you can feel racing up your throat. Bad idea. You did not anticipate how much Komaeda would like being bitten. The noise that he makes is closer to a shriek than anything else, his hips bucking up into you with an unbridled desperation as he finally heaves a shaky breath and cums, hard. You can feel it through the front of his pants, moaning and writhing as white explodes behind your eyes, sucking harder and harder on Komaeda’s throat as you finally topple over the threshold. Hips gyrating slower as you tentatively come back down, nuzzling your face in Komaeda’s shoulder, overcome with both exhaustion and embarrassment. 
Your pants are soaked. And so are his. 
When you finally manage to push yourself up off him with your wobbly arms, you cup a hand over your mouth in shock at the state of his neck.
“Is something wrong?” He asks, he doesn’t seem concerned, his expression is positively giddy.
The side of his throat is marked red and purple from your sucking and biting. One particularly big bite even has visible teeth marks, like you were trying to take a chunk out of him. You can’t deny you feel a little egotistical looking at it, at the way you have thoroughly ruined him. 
“I think I was a little too rough with you…” you say nervously
Komaeda chuckles, “hardly.” 
“Your uh—“ you gesture to his throat, “—everyone is going to see.” 
“Ah, I see.” Komaeda smiles, but it doesn’t look happy, “I can make up some sort of lie if you are concerned that people will assume we are involved.”
“Oh! That’s not it at all! I’m just worried that we’re going to get in trouble...for doing this at work.” You laugh to yourself, “plus, I figured you would be a lot more embarrassed about it.” 
“Embarrassed, why?” He brings up a hand and gently touches the teeth marks on his throat, “The fact that you wanted to claim someone like me as your own—“ he visibly shudders, a whiny noise escaping his mouth, “it is exhilarating.”
You swallow, “Don’t say things like that! I...I just came, Komaeda-san…give me a few hours to chill, jeez.” 
“The storage closet on the third floor is pretty roomy, if you’re free after lunch.”
You bark a laugh and cross your arms, “you’re incorrigible. But yes, I will see you there.”
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definitelyseven · 3 years
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rebel | three (m)
summary: when you discover your whole life has been a lie, you go on a rebellious rampage including fooling around with your adopted brother
optional bias x reader
one (m) | two (m) | three (m) |
It’s been three weeks since you and your brother came back from Korea. You both swore you would never speak of what happened in Korea and that it would never happen again. The pact lasted for about a week before you found yourself sneaking into his room again. 
"Sweetheart, we’re heading for brunch. Do you want to come?” your mother asked from the other side of the door.
“No I’m tired,” you replied. You forgave them for lying to you about your life because now you were able to fool around with your brother and it wasn’t wrong. You weren’t blood related. 
“Alright honey. Your brother is home so call him if you need anything,” she tells you before walking off. You waited ten minutes after hearing their car drive off before running to your closet. You pulled out the new lingerie you bought - black laced push-up bra and matching black laced panties. “No one’s home,” you said from the doorway, half-naked. Your room and his room was only separated by a bathroom. 
He looks at you, up and down before licking his lips. “I’m a little busy,” he swallowed before turning back to his game. You rolled your eyes at him and made your way towards his bed. 
“Too busy for me?” you pouted.
“We’re in a middle of a game,” he explained with his eyes still glued to the screen. 
“Don’t mind me then,” you whispered in his ear. “I’ll just sit and watch till you’re done.”
You weren’t going to sit around and wait for him to finish his game; especially not when he comes to you whenever he wants to fuck and you dropping everything for him. 
You gently placed your hand on his thigh, stroking it up and down, inching it closer and closer to his member. 
“Don’t do it,” he warned. 
“But I need you,” you let out in a seductive voice. “You can play your game but don’t stop me from pleasuring myself.” He chuckles and nods in agreement. 
“Show me what you’ve got,” he challenged. You reached inside his pants and begin massaging his semi-hardened member. You pumped it several times before it turned rock hard. 
“Feels like you want it more than you say you do,” you teased as you take your hand out of his pants. You climbed on his lap. “Is your mic still on?” you whispered. He nods, making himself comfortable underneath you. “Then you better be quiet,” you teased. You moved your hips in circular motions against his cock, moaning in his ear to tease him. He clears his throat, shifting in his bed as he moved his hips with yours - his eyes stuck on the monitor and his hands still busy on his controllers.
“Take it off,” he demanded, making you smirk. 
“I thought you don’t have time for me,” you teased as you unclasped your bra in front of him and tossing it across the room. “I’m going to need some help with my underwear,” you whispered in his ear, giving it a gentle nibble. He takes his hands off the controller for a brief second and tears your underwear apart in one swift motion. “Those were new!” you screamed.
“Oops,” he shrugged before turning his attention back to the game. You rolled your eyes at him and got on your knees, just slightly above his member. You looked up at him, batting your eyes innocently with your ass exposed. You opened your mouth and laid his cock on the top of your tongue, gently swirling your tongue on the tip of his member. You kept your eyes on his as you sucked on his cock like a lollipop, bobbing your head up and down. He moans, thrusting his hips upwards. 
You removed your mouth from his member, “Shh...” you tell him as you brought your finger up to your lips. You opened your mouth again, taking his member back in your mouth. You continued to suck on him while shoving his member down your throat until you feel him twitch in your mouth.
“Damn,” he lets out when you remove your mouth off his member, salvia drooling from your mouth. You wiped your mouth and climbed back onto his lap. He was definitely turned on but his hands were still on his controller. 
“Come on baby,” you whined as you grind your wet core against his member. You take his headphones off his head and placed it on yourself. “Should we give your friends a little listening show?” you smirked. You continued to moved your hips in circular motions, rubbing your clit against his member. You moaned at the friction.
“What the hell was that?” you hear people in the game say. 
“Fuck...” you moaned out loudly.
“That’s enough,” he warned, attempting to take the headphones off you. You stopped him immediately by slamming your lips against his. He kisses you back, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your body closer to his.
“Bro what the hell are you doing?” the people in the game screamed. You ignored it and continued to kiss him. You shoved your tongue in his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck. He drops his controller and flips you over the bed. 
“Fuck me...” you said into his mic. He pulls away from your lips and moves down to your neck. He knew he couldn’t leave any marks where your parents could see so the hickeys were mostly on your breast and inner thighs. He massages and pinches your nipples while his mouth worked on the other breast. You arched your back, squirming underneath him in pleasure. 
“You’re so beautiful,” he compliments. You knew the relationship you and him had was purely sexual but he was always so sweet to you during and after sex. He moves his way down to your stomach, leaving gentle kisses all the way down to your core. He sucks on your inner thighs, nibbling on your most sensitive parts. You let out another moan, begging for some contact. 
“Babe, please...” you begged. The moment he takes you in his mouth, you let out a loud gasp. His mouth meticulously works on your folds - nibbling and sucking on areas that made you squirm in pleasure. He flicks his tongue against your bud making you moan once again. He sucks on your bud, sending your body in a wave of pleasure. You let out another loud moan, tangling your fingers in his hair. You spread your legs further apart, moving your hips with his face. He inserts his fingers into your core, pumping it in and out as he sucked on your clit. You moaned, squirming underneath him as you struggled to control yourself. “Please fuck me...” you begged again. 
He pulls away from your pussy for some air, his face covered in your juices. He climbs on top of you before smiling down at you. He easily slips himself into you, making you both moan out loud in pleasure. He waits no time fucking you; slamming himself in and out of you making your body jolt back and forth with each thrust.
“You’re so wet baby,” he moaned in your ear as he continued to drill into you. You wrapped your legs around him, thrusting in unison with him. “You like it when I fuck your pussy?” he moans in your ear. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Fuck me harder,” you moaned. He flips you over on top of him.
“I love this view,” he smirked, massaging your breast. “So beautiful,” he compliments again. You threw your head back in pleasure as he pinches your nipples and thrusts his cock into you. His hands roam up and down your body, tightly holding onto your hips when he reaches your waist. He moves your hips against his, the both of you grinding against each other. There was no space between you both; your clit rubbing on his pubic area making your pussy clench in pleasure. You moaned loudly, feeling the tip of his cock ram into your g-spot each time you bounced up and down on him. He spits on his thumb before reaching for your clit, rubbing it in fast circular motion. You threw your head back at the overstimulation. 
“Fuck,” you moaned. “Harder,” you begged as you held on to the headboard. You dug your hips deeper into him. He moans with every bounce. “I’m close. I’m so close,” you whined. He flips you over again and brings your legs over his shoulders. Every thrust in the new position drives you closer to the edge. 
“H/N! Y/N! We brought home food! Come downstairs,” your mother called. You gasped, holding him still. 
“They’re home,” you tell him, scared of getting caught.
“Imagine what would happen if they caught us,” he teased, his pace slowing down. He pulls out of you slowly and then thrusts himself quickly back into you. “Seeing you naked with my cock buried deep in you.” 
“Fuck...” you moaned out. The thought of getting caught turned you on even more.
“You like that baby,” he groaned, picking up the pace.
“Yes...” you moaned again. “I want them to see me fucked out in your bed, cum dripping from pussy,” you said. 
“Come on baby,” he moaned. “Cum with me,” he asked as he continues to roughly slam into you. You dug your nails into his shoulder as wave of pleasure overwhelms your body. 
“Don’t stop,” you begged, shaking from the overstimulation. He doesn’t stop his thrust instead he continues to drill into you until you feel his hot cum paint your walls. The both of you moan together, thrusting until you came down from your high. He gives you another kiss before slipping out of you. Your legs shaking from the orgasm. 
The both of you laid besides each other, catching your breath. You take off his headphones and handed it back to him.
“Has this been on the whole time?” he asked out of breath. You rolled on top of him and leaned down towards the mic.
“Enjoy the show boys?” you smirked. He rolled his eyes and turned the mic off. He flips you over onto your back, spreading your legs apart. He looks down at your core with his cum spilling out of you. 
“H/N! Y/N! I’m not calling you again,” you hear your mother scream again. 
“Naughty little sister,” he teased. He spreads his cum all over your pussy. “So pretty,” he complimented. He reaches into his drawer and pulls out the vibrator that he got you. “How about we go downstairs and get some breakfast?” he smirked as he shoved the toy in your pussy. You gasped feeling the foreign object inside you. “Be a good little sister and keep all my pretty cum inside you, alright?”
“What if I don’t?” you snapped back.
“Do you want to be punished?” he said through his teeth. “You already stopped me in the middle of my game,” he reminded. If there was anything you liked more than sex with him, it’s rough sex with him. 
“F-fine,” you lied. 
The both of you headed downstairs together where the food was already set up. You sat across from him at the table. Your parents were in the living room, watching TV. You were both busy eating breakfast when you feel the vibrator go on.
“H/N!” you whispered, angrily. He raised his eyebrow at you, smirking before turning up the vibrator. You slam your hand onto the table, attempting to control your moans.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” your mother asked.
“N-nothing,” you managed to say. You looked at him who was still smirking at you.
“You’re sweating,” your mother pointed out as she tried to wipe your sweat away. 
“I’m fine!” you shouted, standing up. Your legs felt like jello, struggling to keep yourself up and the cum in you. Your mother looks at you concerned. “Sorry mom. I’m fine,” you smiled before sitting down again. 
Throughout breakfast, he kept on adjusting the level of the vibrator. When you were close to cumming, he would turn it down and vice versa. You were now sitting on the couch with your parents and your brother, innocently watching TV until he decides to turn on the vibrator again. You quickly glared at him, earning back a quick smirk. 
“Stop it!” you demanded with a whisper. But he doesn’t listen. He turns the vibrator up one level making you immediately close your legs. “Stop it or let me cum,” you whispered in his ear.
“You want to cum in front of our parents - naughty,” he teased. You rolled your eyes, elbowing him in the stomach. You pulled the blanket over the both of you and moved closer to him. Your parents were sitting on the other side of the couch, eyes glued to the TV. You reached inside his pants, immediately pumping his cock. He clears his throat, making himself comfortable on the couch as you gave him a hand job. He turns the vibrator up making you hiss in pleasure. You watched your parents carefully as you pumped his cock. Every time he turned the vibrator up, your hand on his cock tightened. You could tell he was struggling too; struggling not to moan or cum. “Alright, I’m going upstairs,” he announced making you immediately retract your hand out of his pants. He looks down at you with lust in his eyes and you knew to follow him upstairs. 
“Me too,” you announced. “Thanks for the breakfast,” you said before following your brother upstairs for another round of rough sex. 
a little note from jennie: HAPPY NEW YEAR! by popular demand, here is the third part of rebel! hope everyone continues to stay safe and healthy in 2021! love you all!
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sabababa · 3 years
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Goblin Slayer NSFW Alphabet
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Goblin Slayer x Gender Neutral!Reader 
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
He likes to make sure you’re comfortable afterward, he’ll bring you a washcloth to clean yourself with, give you some comfy clothes if you wish, and cover you up with the blanket. He has this odd thought that after everything is done, you don’t want him to touch you anymore, but you always lie on top of his chest after he’s finished caring for you. He’s started to get used to the affection.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favorite body part isn’t physical, but he’s proud of his mind and how much knowledge he’s learned over the years, whether it be from goblin killing or random facts of ice cream making. Your hands are his favorite, he likes how gentle and smooth they are compared to his rough and calloused ones; it shows that you don’t have to put in too much effort fighting for the group and has proven his worth of protecting you from goblins.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
He likes to cum on the outside and cover you in his seed; he even likes to rub it around. His goblin slaying mind kicks in and thinks the smell will keep goblins away, warning them that this is Goblin Slayer’s and that they should stay away, but any goblin that learned the smell would die soon anyway.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Goblin Slayer started having dirty thoughts about you way before you established your relationship. In admittance, he got a crush on you the first time you praised him and the dirty thoughts appeared not too long after. He always imagined you dominating and praising him; “Oh, Goblin Slayer, you did such a good job of killing the goblins, I’m so proud of you! Now, how about a little reward?” The thoughts often appeared after a successful quest or late at night when he couldn’t sleep.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s not experienced at all. You were his first, but that didn’t stop him from reading erotic novels he found in libraries while searching for goblin slaying information. He wasn’t amazing the first time, but he eventually found the right spot and got you to cum, with some guidance from you of course, but he’s definitely got it down now.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
It depends on whos topping whom. If he’s topping, he likes to sit on the bed, have you lie on your back, wrap his arms around your waist; raising your lower half, and then thrust into you while wrap your legs around him. If you’re topping, he likes to lie on his back and keep his hands away while you ride him, but most importantly he wants to see your face to see your reaction to everything he does.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He’s isn’t goofy. He’ll laugh along with you if you laugh about something, but he likes to keep the tone calm and sensual, he thinks it makes the pleasure better if you don’t focus on talking and instead focus on the sensations you’re feeling.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He never groomed before you, but now he likes to keep it nice and tidy for you so you can give oral without hairs getting in the way.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
He’s pretty intense, but he doesn’t like to be rough in fear of hurting you. He likes to roam his hands all over your body and feel the smooth, hot, sweaty skin beneath his palms and feel the muscle twitch at random spots. He practically knows all your sweet spots now and likes to keep you as a panting, moaning mess. He’s very attentive and likes it when you’re vocal about certain spots striking pleasure.
J = Jerk Off (How often, what are they thinking about, …)
He did start jerking off a lot more when he first met you, those dirty thoughts would invade his mind and he couldn’t help himself, but now that you’re together he does it less, usually only does it at night when you’re not there.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
He likes it when he’s being praised, but also likes bondage on himself. He likes it even more if he’s bound and can’t stop the sweet, sweet, torturous pleasure of overstimulation. His favorite fantasy is you tying him to a chair and jerking him off to your heart’s content, never stopping when he flinches and grunts from the sensitivity of pleasure that wracks his body, all the while you’re cooing; “You’re such a good boy, Goblin Slayer.” He also found out that he had a scent kink after getting a whiff of you after a bath. He didn’t know if it was because he was so used to the goblin stench that covered him everyday, but you smelled so divine. He managed to steal the cloth you used to bathe yourself with and held it to his nose as he pleasured himself.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
He likes it in bed because if anyone ever walked in on you he could quickly cover you up and chase away the fiend that opened a door without knocking.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Simply praising him after a quest, leaning against him, and speaking the words ever so sweetly. Seriously, never stop praising this boy and he’ll be at it for hours. If you want to get him worked up for later, you just lean yourself against his body, whisper in his ear, and describe all the things you’d like him to do to you. He really gets off at your detailed descriptions of your sexual acts, it ties a knot in his stomach and makes a certain area flush.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He will NEVER do it in a small space, it reminds him of his first encounter with goblins and how he was weak and defenseless. He’ll also never tie you up or do any kind of pain play, it makes you look vulnerable and reminds him too much of how goblins treat girls.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He likes receiving, you’re so good at pleasing him, he loves how you have him wrapped around your finger. He likes to give you oral pleasure too, but he doesn’t think he’s very good at it, but it doesn’t stop him from trying and learning.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He likes to take it slow, grind deeply into your core at each thrust, and speed up his pace when he feels you’re about to cum. But if you want it fast and rough he’s happy to oblige, he’ll do anything for your pleasure. His favorite is to just hold you against him and lazily grind his hips into yours when you both had a tough day and are exhausted, but need to blow off some steam.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He’s willing to do quickies in a private area, but a little wary if it’s in a semi-public area where you could be caught. But if you really want him that bad all you need to do is describe it to him. Him holding you up against a wall, your partially clothed bodies grinding against each other as he thrusts into you, you cooing in his ear about how much of a good boy he is- oh, we’re going to this secluded alley way over here?
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Goblin Slayer is usually a reckless person when it comes to battle. “But if it kills the goblins,” he’d say in defence. In bed is a different story, he likes to be careful, the aim here is to pleasure, not to harm. If you talk about it beforehand he may be willing, but it also depends on the subject of the risk.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He can go a few rounds if you want him to, he’ll do anything to keep pleasing you, even if he’s spent and shooting blanks, he loves the overstimulation (if you couldn’t tell by now). Tell him he’s a good boy for pleasing you and how pretty he looks with tears in his eyes and drool dribbling down the side of his face. He’ll do anything to keep hearing your compliments.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
I assume there's not that many toys around this time period, but there is magic, so who knows what those naughty wizards and witches have come up with? He’s very willing to use toys if it increases your pleasure and his. He loves feeling the vibrating ones against the underside of the head of his shaft, but also loves seeing you twitch and moan when he uses it against particular spots of your body.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He doesn’t tease unless you tell him to. He really likes to just watch you come undone as you cum in his mouth, or get his fingers slick with your juices. But feel free to tease him all you want, he’ll be good and won’t complain, he wants to show you how much of a good boy he is.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He isn’t very loud. Mostly grunts and groans, but it all depends on the act too. If you’re going down on him he’ll be more vocal because the pressure of your tongue against his head, the warm, wet feeling of your mouth engulfing him, and your hand kneading his balls makes him a little noisy, especially if you press a vibrator against his anus. The anticipation of whether or not you’d push it in would drive him crazy.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He loves how vulnerable he is around you. You break down his walls at the end of the day and he feels like a different, happier person. You’ve experienced so much with him and opened his mind to things and even helped him discover things about himself.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
He’s actually pretty average. When it’s flaccid it looks small, but he’s a grower, so it grows to a length of at least 5 to 6 inches, and has a bit of girth on him too. He’s also uncircumsized, so he’s all the more sensitive. His head is a faint shade of pink against his pale skin tone and his shaft has a slight curve to it too so he’s able to hit that sweet spot nice and good.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
He’s got an average sex drive, at least HE thinks he does. It goes up once you two start dating. Poor baby ignores it and thinks it’s the normal thing to do if you don’t seem in the mood. Once you learn this, you make sure he tells you when he gets horny and to not ignore it just because you haven’t expressed you want to make love to him. He always tells you from then on and it happens quite a few times during the week. The group has noticed that he even seems a bit more cheerful and relaxed.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He usually won’t fall asleep until you’re taken care of, but if you were topping that night and his legs were too weak to move, he’d be out like a light once you went to grab a cloth to clean him with.
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rocorambles · 4 years
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Maybe Everything Will Be Okay (Part 3)
Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Female Reader
Genre: NSFW, Smut, Fluff
Warnings: Overstimulation, Degradation
Summary: You are the ex-manager of Aoba Johsai’s volleyball team and Oikawa’s ex-girlfriend and now you’re about to get together with the 3rd years for the first time in 10 years. Will everything be okay?
Part 1, Part 2
The sound of birds chirping pecks away at your consciousness and you feel yourself stirring awake. But you feel warm and safe, so you nestle closer to the comforting heat embracing you, eyes still shut. A content purr rumbles out of you at the feel of fingers lightly drawing haphazard shapes in the dip of your waist….wait fingers??? Your eyes shoot open only to be immediately ensnared by chocolate brown eyes lazily gazing at you. “Morning, cutie.” You release an embarrassing squawk as you scramble to put some space between the now smirking brunette and you, but you’re tangled in the sheets and Oikawa hasn’t released his hold on you, so you remain rooted to your spot.
“Where do you think you’re going? You can’t just wear my jersey, tease me all night, and then run away before I even get a taste.” Oikawa is pouting, but you see the mischievous spark in his eyes and you hate yourself for the way your thighs clench together as heat begins to pool in your stomach. You’re mortified that he knows you kept his old high school jersey and your mouth starts moving faster than your brain can comprehend as you desperately attempt to salvage your pride. “It doesn’t mean anything! It just happened to be comfortable and you know I like bigger shirts…” Your rambling is cute at first. Oikawa loves seeing you all flustered, especially when he’s the reason for it, but as you go on and on a streak of impatience furrows his brows and he gently silences you with his index finger pressed against your lips.
The feel of his finger in such an intimate place has you flushing, but it’s his determined look that has you clamping your mouth shut. Oikawa’s left hand props his head up, while his right hand moves to stroke your sleep mussed locks. “I regret how we ended things in high school. I was selfish and stubborn and worst of all, I took you for granted. If I’m honest, volleyball is still just as important to me and I can still be a stubborn idiot, but I want to give us a chance again if you’ll let me. I’m not promising it’ll be perfect and we’ll still probably have arguments, but I can promise that I’m going to give it my all and try my best to make you happy, to be there for you when you need me, and to meet you in the middle when we do disagree.”
A tentative tendril of hope ascends within you, but it’s tangled with the strings of insecurity wrapped around your heart. “Why me? You must have waves of girls who want you, a handsome, charming, pro-athlete.” Your voice cracks and you try to turn your face away to hide the tears threatening to fall, but a firm grip on your chin forces you to stare into Oikawa’s steely gaze. “None of them know me like you do. All they see is an attractive athlete who’s all smiles on camera. They weren’t there at every single physical therapy session I had to go to for my knee. They weren’t there when I was a strung out, depressed mess after we lost to Karasuno and lost any chance we had at going to Nationals. But you were. You were always there, supporting me, cheering me on, and caring for me.” And with those words, the tears begin to stream down your face and Oikawa panickedly wipes them away, frantically apologizing for upsetting you. But you square your shoulders and grab his hands in yours as you send a watery smile his way. “It’s always been just you for me too. You were selfish and stubborn, but I was stubborn too. Tooru, you were also always there for me. You brought me milk bread whenever I was feeling down and wouldn’t leave my side until I was laughing with you. You protected me from your jealous fangirls and from other volleyball players who tried to sexually harass me. And sure, you were busy with volleyball, but when we were together, I knew I had 100% of you. No one has even tried to know me as thoroughly as you did and no one has loved me the same way you did, so yes, that’s my long-winded way of saying I want to give us a chance again too.” 
No sooner had those last words left your mouth before Oikawa is fiercely kissing you and clutching you tightly to his body. “You’re mine and I’m yours,” he growls. He rolls the two of you over, so that you are pinned beneath him on the bed as he cages your head between his arms, continuing his possessive attack on your lips. You hungrily reciprocate as your tongues fight for dominance and only pull apart when the need to breathe overtakes both of you. Arousal stirs within Oikawa as he stares at the pretty picture you make, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed over in lust, and your breasts rising and falling in time with your little pants of breath. “You’re okay with this, right? You’ll tell me to stop if it’s too much?” A whimper escapes your mouth as you quickly nod, your pussy already dripping with anticipation for what he has in store for you. At your confirmation, Oikawa leans down until his mouth is right against your ear. He playfully bites your earlobe, smirking at your cute gasp. “Good because I have ten years of lost time to make up for.” 
His mouth is trailing down your neck in a flurry of kisses and licks before he ends his journey by sucking a dark mark right above your collarbone. His hands are pushing up his jersey until your breasts are revealed and he groans at the sight of your nipples already hard and ready to be toyed with. His fingers skillfully roll one of your nipples while his tongue rapidly flicks the other and then he is sucking the sensitive nub while his hand twists and pulls the other. He continues his assault, alternating the actions between the two sides until you are moaning and begging him for more. “Ah- Tooru! Please, I need- oh- I need more!” He releases the nipple in his mouth with an obscene popping sound, but his hands still playfully flick the abused nubs. “I need you to be more specific than that, baby. What exactly do you want?” “My pussy! Please, my pussy needs attention!” 
Oikawa pushes himself down the length of your body until his face is right in front of your dripping cunt. He spreads your legs, tossing them over his shoulders as he lightly blows on the sensitive area, smirking at your keening whine. He presses his face against you until his nose is gently nudging your clit and he takes a deep inhale. “Fuck, you smell just as good as I remember. Let’s see if you also taste as good.” And that’s the only warning you get before he is devouring you. You are wailing at this point, overwhelmed by everything you’re feeling. He’s mouthing at your outer lips, his tongue is moving and reaching so deep inside you it feels like he’s trying to lap all your essence up, and he’s making lewd slurping sounds as he ravages you. It’s too much and when he finally sucks on your clit, your body goes boneless and your eyes roll back as you release into his mouth. 
Your body is still quivering from the orgasm, but Oikawa’s mouth does not relent. “Tooru, please, give me a second-” But that only has his mouth moving even more feverishly and you are forced to lie back, mouth open as you let out a string of broken moans. Only when you are in tears from the overstimulation does he let up a bit. “When I said I had 10 years to make up for, I meant it, Y/N. We’re not stopping until both of us literally can’t move anymore.” With that he slams two fingers into your drenched hole and you scream. “God, baby, you’re drenched. I barely have to prepare you. I think we can get to four fingers in no time.” His mouth returns to your clit, licking and sucking the overstimulated bud as he slips a third finger easily into your slick heat. There’s still a tinge of pain from being touched so soon after your climax, but there’s also a rising pressure of pleasure from Oikawa’s actions and you are thrusting your hips to match the pace of his fingers. Smirking at your desperation, Oikawa stills his hand and observes as you continue to shake your hips in an attempt to reach your peak again. “You’re such a fucking slut. My beautiful slut. Look at you riding my hand like a good girl. If you ask nicely, I might give you what you want.” “Tooru, please, I want to cum! Please let me cum. Please ram your fingers into me. I need more!” “Greedy girl. Well since you asked so nicely…” Oikawa is adding a fourth finger and you feel so stretched out. He’s still slowly curling his fingers, toying with the spongy spot that has your eyes rolling back in your head, but at the sound of your increased begging and chants for more, more, more, he relents and moves his hand at a brutal pace while sucking your clit with a vacuum-like grip until you reach your second high. You are a shaking, overstimulated mess and pride swells in Oikawa as he slows down his pace, but continues thrusting into your loosened hole, chuckling at your body’s tiny jerks that match his movements. 
He finally pulls his fingers out of you and you turn a crimson red when you see how your juices have literally coated his long, slender digits. “Y/N, you made such a mess! Don’t you think you should help me clean it?” You obediently take his offered digits into your mouth, licking and sucking every inch until you’ve swallowed every last drop. He plants a gentle kiss on your lips as he finally takes off his boxers and his throbbing cock practically springs out of the confines. Your mouth waters at the thick globs of precum leaking from the tip. Oikawa’s always had a pretty cock in your opinion. It’s not especially thick, but it is long and perfectly shaped. Drool is dripping out of your mouth as you hungrily move to take it in your mouth, but a strong grip yanks you by the roots of your hair and stops you in your tracks. “Not today, sweetheart. I know you’re a hungry little cockslut, but today is all about you and I plan on putting this to good use in your pussy. Now lie back down and let me take care of you.”
You scramble backwards, practically throwing yourself back onto the bed. You’re so desperate to be filled that you lift and spread both your legs, hooking your arms behind your knees, putting your most intimate parts on full display for him. Oikawa’s jaw clenches at the sight as he slaps your exposed abused hole with his cock. “That’s right, whore. You’re just a cumbucket for me to use. This position suits you.” He continues teasingly sliding his tip between your outer lips, his precum and your liquids mixing together as you continue pleading for his cock. “Tooru, stop teasing me. Please..I need you inside me. I want to be filled with you. I want- I need your cock.” Feeling like he’s teased you enough, Oikawa finally guides his length inside of your tight sleeve and you both groan when he’s fully sheathed. “You’re so tight, Y/N, even after taking four of my fingers. It’s like this pussy was made for me. I’m going to use it until it breaks.” You can’t even coherently reply. All you know is how full you feel and how right and perfect it feels to have his cock buried to the hilt inside you. 
Your lust driven mind briefly clears for a bit at the feel of hands intertwining with yours. Oikawa’s interlacing his fingers with yours as he pins both your hands with his and stares down at you. “Keep looking at me, Y/N. Don’t look away. I want to see everything. I want to see your face when you fall apart because of me.” And then you are screaming so loud you’re sure the other guests on the hotel floor can hear you as Oikawa begins a feverish pace. His balls slap against you with every thrust, his cock drags against your g spot, and the intimacy of his fingers interlocked with yours and the hungry love in his eyes has you reaching your peak a third time. Oikawa continues to thrust in and out of you, never breaking eye contact with you and you just lie there, sobbing and taking everything he gives you. Gradually his pace begins to become erratic and he tenses before sinking fully in you and crashing his lips to yours as he cums deep inside of you. 
He gingerly slumps down until his chest meets yours and you both lie there, basking in the exhausted afterglow. When your breathing finally evens out, he slowly pulls out of you and places butterfly kisses all over your face before getting up and heading to the bathroom. You quietly whimper at the emptiness you feel inside you as the white fluid begins to trickle down your inner thighs and the pang of loneliness you feel as you stare at the now empty bed. But Oikawa quickly returns with a wet towel and gently caresses you as he cleans the sticky mess between your legs. He litters your body with soft touches and gentle pecks as he attends to you, wiping and massaging your spent figure. Finally satisfied that you’ve been thoroughly taken care of, he tosses the soiled towel aside and plops back down on the bed next to you. You nuzzle your way into his chest as he continues peppering you with kisses, which you return, and you both succumb to soft giggles as you exchange whispered words of affection. For the first time in years, you can confidently say that yes, everything will be okay.                   
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