#i wonder what happened when he finally sopped holding back...

[1dwaekki]

Changbin dust allergy experience

Han's realisation is the best bit 😭😭 it's like he suddenly remembers that Changbin is actually allergic to dust rather than just being sensitive like anyone else would be

No one talks about this clip and today is the perfect day for me to remember and post it so here it is for everyone who is interested/ hasn't seen- sorry for the excessive posting but my ult has a bunch of allergies guys and I'm TOO excited about it atm

[xochosoxo]

husband!gojo ✮| headcannons

gojoxfem!reader

MDNI -> warnings: afab reader (but anyone can read yk), sfw&nsfw, arranged marriage, slight angst, comfort, pet names, flufflufffluff!, cunnilingus, gojo is pussy whipped, fingering, creamycreamycreamiest creampies, reader calls gojo daddy!, tummypushing

a/n: i had a dream abt this with some random guy and when i woke up i was so disappointed :(( LOL angwah heres some quick gojo headcannons bc i truly miss him and im so lonely.

husband!gojo who you married per each family’s request, making your marriage an arranged one.

husband!gojo who hated the idea of being tied down.

husband!gojo who couldnt wait for the ceremony to end, however when he watched you walk down the aisle, looking so innocent, he felt a tug at his heartstrings.

husband!gojo who didnt know what to do when on your honeymoon. he didnt know whether or not to interact with you or to keep his distance like he promised himself. he decides for the latter.

husband!gojo who enjoys coming to work everyday after his honeymoon because his cute little wife always delivers his lunch to him despite not asking you to.

husband!gojo who starts to soften even more when he sees that you wait for him to come home from work. youre usually sleeping on the couch. he gently scoops you up in his arms and takes you to bed.

husband!gojo who sees that you start getting tired of the routine after a while. making his lunches, waiting for him to come home late. you stop delivering his lunches personally, opting to just give it to him before he leaves in the morning. he doesnt see you when he comes home either.

husband!gojo who makes sure to wash up before slipping into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you . he missed you.

husband!gojo who feels you wake the next morning, obviously confused to see his arms around you. he sighs before bringing you closer to his chest.

husband!gojo who whispers apologies and sweet nothings in your ear as you settle yourself into him with suspicion.

he strokes your head as he says. “im sorry. i know you didnt want this marriage either. im sorry that youve been doing all this alone. i promise ill be here for you. just tell me what you need and i will do everything to help you. youve changed me y/n.”

you look at him, with creased eyebrows, obviously still not trusting him fully.

“ill give you time.” husband!gojo sighs as he lets go of you to get ready for work. you still make him lunch that day.

husband!gojo who comes home and doesnt see you on the couch. he understands that he needs to wait for your response but there is a small part of him that is wondering whether or not you have left.

husband!gojo who sighs in relief when he opens the door to your shared bedroom, seeing you all dolled up in a pretty pj set, sitting comfy on the bed.

husband!gojo who smiles when he sees your face brighten in delight. you walk up to him.

husband!gojo who is surprised when you wrap your arms around him and kiss him with your soft lips. he groans into the kiss, regretting the fact the he never kissed you after the wedding.

husband!gojo who melts to your touch as your bring him to the bed. you remove his jacket and tie as your straddle him, kissing him more harshly.

husband!gojo who makes sure youre okay with with what’s going to happen next. he kisses you again when you say yes.

husband!gojo who takes his sweet time with you. stripping you from your garments,leaving you bare infront of him. he sinks his long fingers into your sopping cunt, your head lolling back in pleasure.

husband!gojo who’s eyes roll back when he finally tastes you. youre addcitive. he laps up your juices, swirling his tongue on your clit. you cum twice on your husband’s tongue, his hands holding your legs apart so they wont close. his fingers continues to scissor you until youre screaming.

husband!gojo who fucks you in missionary position, making sure to watch your face as your react to the pleasure hes giving you.

husband!gojo who cums inside of you only to turn that cum into a creamy mess around your pussy as he pounds into you some more. he can feel his creampie dripping out of you and down his balls.

husband!gojo who enjoys how loud youve become. moaning obscenities and calling him daddy. he wants to fuck you till your dumb!

“fuck princess, youre so fucking messy. fuc—nghh..” he tries to speak but your pussy is squeezing him too well he can barely get words out.

“please daddy!! i need—aghh.. i need you! dont stopp—ahh…” you groan as you have your fourth orgasm of night.

husband!gojo who watches hearts form in your eyes when he cums inside of you for the final time. you can feel his warmth trickling into your womb.

husband!gojo who pulls out and watches his loads flood out of you. he presses on your stomach, watching as more cum gushes out of you.

husband!gojo who brings a warm towel to wipe up the cream around your sex. you moan as he does so, still recovering from all of your orgasms.

husband!gojo who wraps you up into his arms once again, praising you for how well you did.

“you did so good love..” he says stroking your back.

husband!gojo who reminds you that he has fallen in love with you and will do anything and everything in his power to make sure that you are comfortable in this marriage with him.

husband!gojo who knows the two of you will be okay when you peck him on the lips and tell him that you love him.

[eldritch-spouse]

I wanna shock the big cock monsters with a size queen human.

Just imagine, Breg, Tristalis, Kalymir and Pebble. They know humans are fragile and that their junks are big...but Mama didn't raise no bitch. I think of their faces the first time you just roll your eyes at them before slamming your hips down to the base of their cocks (and knot in pebble's case) would be great

Idk, the thought just tickles my brain

[Disregarding anatomy because I can.]

Breg got it drilled into his head that he needs to be very careful, if his lust lies solely with humans. He doesn't have just one trial of might, he's got two. Your enthusiasm is very arousing and definitely clouds his judgement, but that little warning is always there. So when you line not just one, but the two lengths to your entrances, he's both ready to cry in euphoria and extremely concerned. You start lowering yourself on them before he can make a coherent sentence, and the breeder's hands clasp onto your waist as if to keep you from impaling yourself. Pointless, because when you pound down, taking them to the root and stuffing yourself proper, he just bolts his head back and bucks breathlessly with his tongue out. He doesn't care, you're right, you can take it, please please please please move-

Tristalis was more than ready for you to refuse penetration altogether. He'd content himself with fucking your thighs, really. It's when you start lining yourself up that he tries to clumsily recommend you "slow slow". His strange gesticulated warnings continue when you flatten his head slightly to make it easier. He doesn't stop you though, all three necks drooping in a sudden haze of sensation as someone finally takes his thick cock to the hilt. It's such a blissful sensation that he subconsciously holds you still just so he can milk it, just so he can feel you flutter around him, feel himself poke you in places he's probably not supposed to. Tristalis can't bare to remove much of his length from you now, so your bounces will be limited by his own desperate bucking to keep as much of his now sopping cock inside you.

Kalymir doesn't treat you like a little porcelain doll. You say you can take his cock? Good, he'll put you to the test. You're speared on that thing hard and fast, Kalymir laughing to himself amidst the grit-teeth snarls of total ecstasy. You're tight and warm and not only did you actually manage to take him- You grab him like a fucking vise. He praises you on your courage and resilience even as he actively works to bring you to the limit using only his shaft and the power his legs can offer to fuck it through you. He flares his spikes then, wondering if you can handle them as well. If so, then rest assured you'll be dripping cum out of every fucking pore by the time he's done. There's many ways to prove your might to him, and this is probably Kalymir's most favorite one.

Pebble is more scared than you, but what else is news? The thought of hurting you and causing you to lash out at him is great, so when it seems as if you're going to deliberately hurt yourself with his body, the gargoyle shifts his hips away. You have to bark at him to stay still, because you know your limits. Pebble's already losing half his mind with pleasure by the time you take him halfway, he almost jumps when you manage to pop his knot inside. He distinctly recalls that's not supposed to happen until you're very wet and prepared. Pebble yips like an animal, shaking into a melted state as everything becomes twofold as sensitive. Between moans and growls, all he can do is try to hold onto you, feeling his knot rapidly get massaged in and out of your walls. The downside to this is that he cums very fast and it's almost painful.

[davrinsleftpectoral]

The Kitten Incident

@veilguard-appreciation-week 2025- day 2

This is for the prompt compassion.

Summary: My lords of fortune rook, Turvi, brings home a surprise.

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Neve stretches her neck and looks up from her notes. 7pm already. It’s unlike Turvi to be late for dinner, especially when they had plans to go try out that new little place around the corner. He’d left to go check on a lead, and promised he’d be back by 5. She takes a deep breath. He has always come back, just like he promised. He must have simply gotten held up by the rain.

Right as she looks out the window, the rain picks up. It’s torrential now. She wonders if they have anything she can throw together for dinner so they don’t have to go back out in this weather. She starts to gather her papers up when she hears the door to the agency open and close.

She sighs with relief and speeds up tidying her things. Familiar footsteps walk up the stairs from the agency office to their apartment above. Neve stands, prepared to greet Turvi with a kiss and pretend like she wasn’t worried waiting for him to return.

Turvi finally steps inside the apartment. He’s absolutely soaked and dripping all over the floor. His face brightens when he sees her coming his way. She’s glad to note he heeded her advice and at least wore a cloak out this afternoon, which is far more clothing than he wears on an average day. The sky had already been dark when he left, promising the deluge that is happening outside now.

“Well look who’s finally back,” she says, leaning in for a quick kiss. She’s careful not to lean in too far to avoid getting herself wet as well. “What held you up?”

“Neve…” he pauses. It’s not like him to hesitate.

“What?” She asks, suspicious as she looks him over more closely. She again notices how sopping wet he is. It’s like he just stood out in the rain without seeking cover. His eyes are wide and round, eyelashes batting at her. Are his ears drooping? Then she considers that he hasn’t touched her or reached for her at all. Very unusual. In fact both of his arms are tucked inside his cloak.

She pops out a hip and puts her hand on it, “okay, what have you got?” She quickly scans him again. He doesn’t seem hurt, so whatever it is must not be so bad.

Silently he throws back a corner of his cloak, flinging more water over the entry way. She sees now that he’s got a tiny white ball cradled to his chest. She lifts one eyebrow at him as she meets his eyes.

“I was on my way home when I heard him crying, Neve. He was stuck on a ledge above a window in the pouring rain. It took me forever to figure out how to get him down. He was wet and scared and shivering and I just couldn’t leave him there, alone.” He looks at her pleadingly.

With a soft sigh and a fond smile she fails to contain, she walks away, and returns with a dry blanket.

“You’re a sap, you know that?” She says, as she holds out her arms for the kitten.

Turvi breaks out into a wide grin. Ever so gently he deposits the kitten into Neve’s arms. She notes that poor thing fits in just one of his hands. After wrapping it up she goes to sit on the couch. “Go change,” she says over her shoulder. “You’re dripping everywhere.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up,” he assured her as he heads off to the washroom.

It was only a few minutes before he came and joined her on the couch. He sat close and slung an arm around her shoulders.

“I’m sorry I made you worry,” he says and leans in to kiss the top of her head.

“Who said I was worried?” She continues to pet the kitten and refuses to meet his eyes. Now it’s his turn to raise and eyebrow at her. She can just see it out of the corner of her eye. This time she doesn’t try to hide her smile. He knows her too well.

“You’ve already named it, haven’t you?” She asks.

“Da’len. Elvish for little one.”

“You know theres no way he’s sleeping in the bed with us.”

Turvi chuckles “Sure thing Neve.”

==

Authors notes: (these aren’t necessary to have enjoyed the fic, just me yapping about my rook that I love so much. Please feel free to skip this if you want lol)

This is an entirely self indulgent little fic I wrote. I couldn’t stop thinking about how many stray cats you see in minrathous. And Turvi is petting them all and feeding the ones in their neighborhood. Eventually I can see lots of strays coming and going in the agency office (which Rana will hate, but tolerate).

This kitten though, it really caught Turvi’s eye. It being small and all alone. He couldn’t leave it. He was only 10 when he was separated from his family when they were all sold into slavery. AND it was white like the cats they saw on the day he and Neve committed to being in a relationship together. It was too much. He had to save it. The cat tugged on his heartstrings too hard. And somehow, despite losing his childhood to 8 years of slavery before the lords freed him, it didn’t make him bitter. He came out caring about people even more. Kindness is one of his core qualities.

He’s also always running around in plunderwear, so it’s good Neve warned him about the weather lol.

[dreamingkatie]

Therapy 5

Part 4 is here. Look, buds, if you're not into micromanagement and food control and junk, this is where the story veers into your ick territory.

“What have you eaten today, Kate?” Sean says. He leans back in his chair and crosses one leg over the other. His pants are dark gray today. 

I hate him. I swallow.

“Mexican for lunch. I went out with some work friends.” 

“But what did you eat?” he asks, smiling.

“Chips and salsa. A taco. Rice, not all of it.”

“Are you feeling ok about eating?” he asks.

“Mostly, yes.”

He gestures for me to continue.

“I skip some meals. I’m binging sometimes. It’s not great. It’s not the worst it’s ever been.”

“Do you think it’s time for more treatment around that?”

“Oh, no. I’m alright,” I say.

“I’ve looked at a residential treatment facility. It’s in Charlotte, so not too far,” he says.

“I really don’t think it’s time for that. My weight is healthy,” I stammer. “I’m stable. All the meds…”

He folds his hands on the desk and leans forward. I look at his shoes, his striped socks. 

“Your med compliance is much better, absolutely. But you seem depressed. Your weight is – and I don’t want to overstep my bounds here – but if anything, Kate, your weight may be a little too healthy.” 

“That’s… I guess that’s true, but, I mean, the quarantine.” I try to smile but my eyes fill with tears.

“Ah,” he says, “The perfect excuse for not taking care of yourself at all.”

I stare at him. 

“I…”

“Let’s talk a little more about your purging, if you’re comfortable with that, Kate.”

“Okay, yeah. I haven’t done that in a long time, though. It’s such a miserable thing.”

“I’m sure that it is. Did your professor have you keep a food diary, or was it less formal?”

“Less formal. Sometimes I’d jot down notes, counting calories, but I wasn’t great at keeping up with that,” I say. “I remember most of what I eat.”

“I’d like you to start a daily diary,” he says. “I’ve consulted with a colleague and intermittent fasting might be the way to go.”

“Oh.”

“Clearer mind. Hard boundaries.”

“But…”

“I’m emailing you the app now,” he says, and he opens his laptop. “Sending login and password information. You enter everything, as and after you eat. Not at the end of the day. Not as an afterthought. Everything, as it’s happening. I’d like to monitor this in real time.”

“Oh, um, wait,” I say, “You’re accessing the account?”

He looks up, his head tilted. His forehead creases. 

“What would be the point of doing the diary if you have no accountability?” he asks.

“Well, I--”

“One eating window from noon until six. No calorie limit there. We’ll reassess on Thursday, and every week thereafter.”

“I’m not sure I understand,” I mumble.

“I think that you do understand, Kate,” he says, standing. “When we look back at the last ten years, when do we see stability? When do we see growth? Or something approximating happiness?”

“I don’t know,” I say, “I don’t know.”

“You do. And you’re going to do the food diary, precisely and accurately, and you’ll be here right on time in two days.”

The tears that have threatened for an hour spill over, finally. My hands are trembling, and I pull on the hem of my sweatshirt. 

“It’s ok to cry,” he says. “Why don’t you take the afternoon off, and you can go home, get your app all set up, and you can cry.”

I sob.

“Kate?”

“Yes, Sean. I will.”

“It’s 6:30. Window to eat is over,” he says. He holds out his hands and helps me up, his hands smoothing over my shoulders, squeezing. 

“But…”

“Nothing else today. Ok, sweetheart? No, look at me. Ok?”

“Ok.”

“Wonderful,” he says. He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and runs it over my face carefully, sopping up tears. Leading me to the door, he whispers low and close.

“No food. No scrolling. Maybe a book and some rest. And Kate – hang on, hang on. Let’s get your baseline weight before you go.” 

[ceceswithnopizza]

After Lorena and Mr.Calloways rendezvous they have a unexpected visiter in Joshua Fatu 

This one’s a shorty, this also contains smut and honestly breaking and entering. This is not spellchecked so dot dot dot.

Joshua “Josh/Jey” Fatu x Lorena “ReRe/Rena”

Lorena “ReRe/Rena” x Jordan “Mr.Calloway”

Previous

Catch up

Enjoyy

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Everything ached.

It hurt so good, feeling Jordan’s thick dick plunging back into me filling me up. The ache in my upper thigh as my ass bounce furiously against his pelvis racing to fill the almost exploding balloons in our stomach. The sweat sticking us impossibly closer as we made a frothy white messy.

“Come here. I missed you, did you miss me Re?” He said punctuating each word filling himself to spots only Josh could reach before. Palming my belly as he pulled me up wrapping his hands around my throat.

“Yess oh my god please don’t stop” I whined my pussy was sopping wet and tingling burning as he fucked into me from behind. My eyes rolled back into my head his breath on the back of my neck as he kissed against it.

Letting out a squeal “Did I find your sport Re huh?” He unwrapped his hands from around my neck putting his body weight on to me. Falling into the bed feeling all of his weight as his lips sucked on my neck. Shamelessly holding onto my pillow trying to muffle my moans my mouth open and loud huffing.

“Fuck I’m going to coming” I wailed my hips falling into an arch from intensity. I felt every inch of him he was practically teasing me speeding up hitting every spot before slowing down tastefully.

“Give it to me. Come with me baby” he moaned out helping me bounce my ass on his pelvis. Clenching around him as he bounced my faster and faster he stilled and moaned as we both came

Both of us breathless after he slowly pulled out of me wrapping his arms around my waist as we lay there for a moment. Feeling my eyes get heavy before I felt two pecks on my neck.

“You need to use the bathroom baby.” He said. “You want me to pick you up?” Barely having the strength I nodded I used the restroom and we got cleaned up.

I laid in his arms even though my eyes were closed. My hands still found their way to Jordan’s tattoo of my name on his inner wrist. As I traced the ink and said the ups and down quietly in my head of Jordan’s breathing. And fell asleep checking my phone making sure all my alarms were set quickly I noticed all the calls from Josh, locking and putting my phone back I quickly fell asleep.

Did she know?

-

Sighing against the headrest I sat in Lorena’s apartment parking lot. Every single of my nineteen calls went unanswered.

It’s not like I was hiding it I just didn’t think she’d care to know. It’s not like we were together or anything but I could understand why she would be mad.

I felt like I cheated on her and everyone was acting like a cheated on her. I wonder how mad she’ll be when Lorena gets angry it always starts in her mind so subtle. She could be hiding it to her best ability and everyone would still know she just wore her heart like that.

How even when she was mad she thought before she spoke. No matter what happens she’d always be the first to want to fix it.

She is beautiful even when she thought she looked her worst. Especially when she got mad her voice was so soft it felt like she was hurting herself anytime she tried to yell. When she was really mad when she raised her top lip up like penny proud, her eyes slanting a little as she scowled.

Her lips looked so good all I wanted to do was kiss her. She would get so angry when I kissed her forehead but then she’d calm down and the same lip that was just mugging would come down into a pout.

Her eyes would water and she’d look up trying to swallow them and her left one would fall first and I’d wipe her tear.

Fuck it unlocking the door as I made it in trying to catch Mrs.Green I knew she’d let me up and Rena never locks her door.

Finally finding the sixty-nine year old collecting her things.

“Is that my favorite green woman I see” I flattered as she turned and smiled pulling me into a strong hug, patting my back.

“Flattery will get you anything with me. What’s it now? You piss Lorena off?” She asked shaking her head before taking a deep sigh. “Don’t start allat cheesing I’m just doing this because I know yall soulmates.”

“You the best!” I dragged basically running to the elevator.

“What’d you do this time?”

“I was with someone else but- but nothing it’s clear how much that girls wants to be with you and vise versa. I don’t know why yall play cat and mouse like teenagers.” She ranted as the doors opened again. She swiped her key card unlocking the doors silently.

“Thank you Mrs.Green” I said like a little kid.

“Thank me nothing fix it boy.” Giving a quick yes ma’am finally I opened the door. There were clothed press across the door Rena was always cleaning. Her apartment looked like nobody lived there at all times.

Who the fuck did she have in here?

[thewritetofreespeech]

I spent about 5 minutes trying to write this out properly. I'd like for it to be a request but since the fic in question is kinda old, idk if you'd even be remotely interested in continuing it. Bare, Kirishima x Reader... A continuation? Something a tad smutty maybe...? Pls? 🥺

original post [x]

You stood in the kitchen, holding Kirishima close for a little while longer, as the minutes ticked on. It seemed like he was incapable of letting you go at the moment. Not that you minded. Whatever he needed you for you would be there and support him.

His grip around your waist eventually loosened, but still rested on your hips. His head lifted from hiding in your shoulder, but not to look you in the eye. Instead leaning in for a kiss. You gave it to him. Realizing that he maybe needed more than just hugs and soft words right now.

The kiss started out slow & soft, but quickly became more aggressive. It wasn’t something you were used to. Kirishima was always enthusiastic, but more in a playful way. Teasing your lips, grinning into your kisses. This was something different. Something desperate. You hold on to him and try to keep up, but eventually have to break away as your lungs were starting to burn as much as your lips.

You looked at him, and he looked at you, and you could tell what he needed and what he was asking without having to say it. You just nod. Then Kirishima was on you again.

The small towel around his waist either fell off or was discarded, but you suddenly felt all of him against your bare thighs from your pushed up sleep shorts. The fridge behind you rattled when Kirishima pushed against you a little too hard. Then the hands that had been resting at your waist pulled you close and lifted you up. Moving you just a few inches away towards an open wall. Never breaking contact with your kiss.

You felt lightheaded. A little drunk. Maybe that was the lack of oxygen. Or maybe just the adrenaline of the situation. Kirishima had made it a point to never be rough with you. You had to wonder now if he was worried he would hurt you. But all that suddenly went out the window as you were pinned against your kitchen wall, lips near bruising, the grip on your thighs hard enough to definitely leave a bruise, his cock between the two of you thrusting up against the soft material of your sleep shorts in a sort of pseudo-sex that was still providing enough friction and heat to make your pussy sop through them.

Then there was a warm, wet feeling against your thighs. And all of it stopped.

Kirishima finally pulled back from you properly. More than just the few gasps of air you had been allowed to take. Panting as he held on to you, “I’m sorry.”

“It…it’s ok…” You tried to catch your breath as well. Not really sure what to make of this situation.

Your boyfriend, who may or may not have committed horribly violent acts that night, just fuck-but-not-fucked you against a wall after crying on your shoulder about his little young charge hating him. On top of that your body was still humming because, although Kirishima had found release, you were still on the cusp from all the friction, tension, and just animal instinct going on a minute ago. Would it be rude to ask him to finish? Did you even really want him to, or was that just instincts again?

Kirishima let you down and you stumble against him a bit to get the feeling back in them. “Sorry about your shorts.”

“It’s ok.” You told him. Pushing your hair back out of your face now that you’ve collected yourself. Yes. It was better to just move on from this. “Do you want to go to bed?”

“Do….you want me to come with you?” Kirishima was back to his soft, sullen self again. That demanding figure a moment ago, looking for release, gone as he seemed to realize what had happened. That look in his eyes clearly nervous that he had screwed up again. That you might really hate him now this last time.

You just take his hand in yours and give it a squeeze. “Yes. I’m sure.”

You change your shorts and Kirishima cleaned himself up but doesn’t put on anything else. What was the point really? His tall, long body wrapped around you like a boa constrictor. Like you might actually leave if he wasn’t holding every part of you, even though this was your apartment.

You just let him and the both of you try to get some sleep. You’ll call out of work in the morning and take Kirishima back to the estate in the afternoon. He’ll have a long enough day tomorrow. For now, you would just offer him all the comfort you could and what little rest.

[gudfornuthin]

Beauty and the Beast

Chapter one

Bill Weasley x reader

Summary: After being attacked by a werewolf many years ago, Bill Weasley goes into hiding, away from the outside world. When a young girl goes in search for her father, she finds the place he’s been kept prisoner. And the person keeping him there. How will she gain the trust of this beast, and what happens when feelings start to show?

A/N: Heyyyy😅 so I haven’t updated this in like two months but I’m currently writing a book that took up a lot of time and I lost track. Either way, thank you to everyone showing support for the prologue! These first couple of chapters are going to be slow burn, mainly just until the reader meets Bill. Feedback is appreciated, let me know if you want to be tagged in upcoming chapters :) I now also have tipping if anyone wants to show support that way too❤️

Elmbrook was a quiet village, tucked away from all the hustle and bustle of city life. Everyone knew everyone, and if you ever needed a helping hand, there wouldn’t be one too far away. The people were happy, doing the same routine every day, never interfering with the world outside of their small place they called home.

That’s why the young girl currently running through the streets receives strange looks. Y/N was the girls name. And she’s odd. Odd being compared to everyone else in the village. She was always seen sprinting from one place to another, her clothes disheveled and her eyes blown wide. She didn’t work the typical nine to five, rather choosing to work alongside her father and his ‘discoveries’ in magic. That was another reason for being seen as odd. Her father. He was convinced there was such things as witches and wizards out there somewhere, and he dedicated all his time and effort into proving that right. So far no luck. But he would keep searching, and his daughter followed by his side.

Y/N trips over uneven pathways several times, before finally arriving at her destination. ‘The Book Nook’. Her favourite shop, along with the one person (besides her father) who doesn’t judge her for being her. She walks into the shop, spotting the shop owner in question, leaning precariously against a ladder and reaching for a book on the top shelf.

“Good morning Mrs Figg!”

The small woman yelps, gripping the ladder and stopping herself from falling backwards. She turns and sees the young girl. “Dear lord Y/N, you scared me half to death!”

She slowly makes her way down onto safe ground, swatting at Y/N’s arm as she passes her smiling figure.

“I was wondering if you had the latest edition of Magic for Muppets,” she asks.

Mrs Figg rolls her eyes. “Your father couldn’t come and pick it up himself?” She waddles into the back room, and returns soon after with the bright red book in her hands. She never judged the family for their interest in the magical world. Mrs Figg herself dabbled in it sometimes. However, she never bothered stocking many of these books or similar in her store, considering the rest of the people in the area spat at the idea of something mystical or supernatural out there. But she would always buy in specifically for Y/N and her father. She liked their equal childlike wonder. And sometimes she hoped they would actually find some real magic, someday.

Y/N takes the book and holds it close to her chest. “You know what father is like. Once he’s in his research, he’s in deep. I’m sure he’ll pop by next month for the next edition.”

They both say their goodbyes, and Y/N strolls out of the shop, ready to make some lunch once she returns home. Before she has the chance to walk a step further onto the path, she’s knocked slightly by a strong, tall figure. The person quickly grabs her arms, stopping her from toppling over completely. The book however, ends up thrown into a puddle, now sopping wet.

“Sorry, my love. Didn’t see you there.”

The voice sends chills down her spine. Looking up, she comes face to face with dark eyes and sharp teeth, shown through a smug smile.

“Hello Fenrir. It’s quite alright.”

She brushes him off, and rushes to the book, hoping to salvage what’s left of the damp pages. It’s thankfully not completely ruined, as Y/N takes a handkerchief from inside her sleeve and cleans off the water. Hands with sharp nails yoink the book out of her hold, as Fenrir grimaces at it.

“‘Magic for Muppets’? What on God’s green earth has possessed you to read this absolute drivel?”

Y/N snatches the book from the large man, beginning her short walk back home. “It isn’t drivel, this is interesting information about something my father and I have a shared interest in. Considering it’s title, you may even be able to understand what’s written inside.”

Fenrir jumps in front of her, standing much too close for her liking. “You think insulting the man whom you are to be betrothed to is wise?”

Y/N holds her ground, taking one step closer and almost rising on her tippy toes. “We are not a couple, and I will never be your betrothed.”

She pushes his chest hard, not moving him much, but enough to step around him and make her way down the road. Fenrir watches on, an animalistic snarl on his face.

“Mark my words, I will make Y/N my wife.”

————

Y/N finally makes her way back home, closing the door behind her and huffing a sigh of relief. This wasn’t the first time she’s had to deal with Fenrir and his incessant attempts to woo her. While he’s never been overly aggressive towards her, his appearances have become more frequent and more intense. She knows he believes that soon enough she’ll end up breaking and giving in to him, but Y/N will never let that happen. This wasn’t true love. This was power and control over a woman Fenrir thought he had the right to own.

The girl walks further into the house, calling out to her father. She checks his office space, full of papers stacked high, and sketches of weird looking creatures taped to the walls. These things her father would frequently see in his dreams. They were very detailed. One of what appeared to be a platypus, surrounded by gold coins and jewellery. Another one, bright pink and very fluffy. Y/N sometimes told her father that he should write a story about these creatures. He would respond with a gruff tone, telling her that they aren’t just simply things made for storytelling. They were real, even if he didn’t have proof.

She keeps calling for her father, until steps are heard patting down the stairs. He appears with a wide smile, as well as a big bag and a long coat covering him. “Ah, Y/N! So glad I caught you before I left.”

He rushes around, grabbing food from the fridge and his gloves off the table. He’s talking to himself, something about proving everyone wrong and making sure he has the correct supplies. Y/N barely has any time to compute what’s going on.

“Father, are we going somewhere?”

He stops his frantic antics for a second, shaking his head. “Not we, my dear. Just me. I need you to hold the fort while I’m away.”

“Away where? Father what is it?”

He grabs a scarf off the coat hanger, and takes his daughter in his arms, holding her tight. “I found them.”

“Them?”

He moves back and nods. “Them! The things I’ve been seeing in my dreams. When I went strolling in the woods this morning, a gleam of yellow caught my eye. When I reached for it, a small clawed hand grabbed it before I could. It was too fast for me to catch, but I saw it. Dark fur, long snout, beady eyes. It’s that strange platypus. And i need to find it.”

He kisses Y/N on the forehead and strides to the door, walking outside with his daughter close behind.

“How can you be so sure? Maybe it was a worse for wear raccoon or a really big rat.”

Her father turns and looks at his daughter, the happiest he’d ever looked in quite some time. “I’m willing to take that risk.” He continues walking, yelling the rest over his shoulder. “I’ll be back in a couple of days, my dear. I’ll soon show all of them how right we were.”

Y/N crosses her arms, a small smile creeping onto her lips. She truly hopes this time her father is right. As for now, she’ll just have to wait.

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Tags: @timetruthhearts-moony @ohantonia @k-k-merlin @nessa3nessa @m-rae23 @kcloveswrestling @bamboozledflamplant @marvgrrl @worldswithoutendings (apologies as some tags didn’t work)

[haunteddollbaby]

lollipop daydreams

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"you realize no means no,, right? or are your comprehension skills more impaired than i thought?"

scaramouche sighs. you've been following him around with your eyeliner pencil in hand,, begging to put it on him. obviously he said no,, but it was getting increasingly harder for scaramouche to deny you.

with your mini skirt swaying,, your doe eyes looking into his,, your little top having your pretty perky tits nearly exposed to him,, your adorably rosy cheeks,, your pouty lips practically pleading to meet his own,, your lollipop stick poking out your mouth,, it was only a matter of time before he gave into your desires.

scaramouche let himself wonder if he could taste your lollipops flavor from your lips before shaking the thought from his head.

pouting harder,, you reply,, "scara pleaseeee? you'd look so hot! i'll do good i promise!" your voice was slightly slurred due to your lollipop,, but not to the point your words were indecipherable.

with pink cheeks and another sigh, scaramouche gave in,,

"fine,, the things i do to satisfy you are insane."

you cheered,, immediately making scaramouche sit on the bed. you got into his lap,, straddling him. your about to open the eyeliner before you have a realization,, "scara youll have to hold this for me,, kay?" you say before popping the lollipop into his mouth,,

"thank you baby!"

his eyes widened,, and the pink blush on his cheeks turned scarlet red. he was getting ready to speak before you cut off his potential protests,, "shh, you might mess me up."

you move up in his lap,, pussy hovering just over his dick. scaramouche let a slight whine out in response.

"good boy,," you whispered,, trying to focus on his eyeliner,, "my good, good boy, arent you?"

scaramouches breathing started to get more erratic,, when you noticed all you did was laugh. once you finished one eye you took a break,, resting right on his now erect cock.

at this moment,, in the midst of his lust induced panic,, scaramouche notices youre not wearing any panties. from that observation he finally comes to a realization: you planned this,, didnt you? you knew something like this would get him worked up,, huh? despite this new revelation scaramouche didnt confront you,, he let it happen.

the reason why is unknown. maybe scaramouche was curious on what youd do next,, or maybe he wanted to be topped by you,, either way you took advantage.

you stayed in that position while finishing his other eye. once you were done you just gaped at your masterpiece,, "..." silence, "fuck,, youre such a pretty boy,, kuni. i need to have you."

with that you take the lollipop stick out of his mouth,, no candy left on it,, and toss it to the side. you push him back onto the bed by his shoulders,, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

scaramouche gave you your chance,, now its his turn.

one hand pulls your top up,, revealing no bra to conceal you pretty tits. meanwhile,,his other hand hand slips up your skirt,, and into your sopping cunt,, eliciting a breathy gasp from you. taking full advantage,, scaramouche slides his tongue into your mouth. he continues to kiss you while he curls his fingers into your sweetest spots,, thumbing at your clit at the same time.

your lips part from his for air,, though you don't get to breathe much before you feel the knot in your lower stomach tighten in the best way possible. until it snaps.

staring into his beautiful purple eyes with your now half lidded ones,, you came in sticky white streaks all over scaramouches long,, slender fingers. if you thought he would give you a moment to recompose yourself you're sorely mistaken.

scara wastes no time flipping you on your back,, one hand holding you your ankles above your head. his other hand busying itself by releasing his throbbing hard cock from the confines of his pants and lining it up with your sopping entrance. scaramouche roughly pushed his cock into you,, immediately bottoming out with a pornographic groan.

he gives you 10 seconds of slow,, sensual strokes before he starts building momentum fast.

it's not long before you're ready to cum again,, and the thing to push you over the edge was scaramouches free hand wrapping around your throat. just like that,, you cum with a scream,, scaramouche right with you. you both collapse onto the bed together after your highs.

and somehow after all of that scaras eyeliner remained unsmudged <3.

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rushed .

everything ?

[luveline]

hi!!! I’ve fallen in love with all your writing and was wondering if you could write something like Peter helping the reader calm down from a panic/anxiety attack? I always feel like he would know exactly what to say 🥰

hi tysm for ur request I hope this is okay <3

You think maybe Peter knows it's happening before you do. He can probably hear the uptick in your heartbeat, the slight catch in your breathing. You stop where you're standing, hands in the sink with suds up to your elbows and squint your eyes shut tight, feel your heart skip as what's about to happen dawns on you. 

"Hey," Peter says softly, already standing at your side.

He's careful not to crowd you as he pulls the sopping sponge from your hand. He turns off the faucet. You ball your hands into fists, annoyed at the sudden and aggressive feeling of pins and needles that fill each finger. 

"I feel sick," you tell him, your voice sounding not like your voice. 

Peter holds the back of his hand up to your face and waits for you to nod before he presses it to your forehead. He readjusts his fingers, gently patting your head as his lips quirk down into a frown. 

"You don't feel hot. Clammy, maybe. Wanna go sit down?" 

His fingers are burning against your skin. You feel an intangible relief and disappointment when he pulls away, waiting for you to answer him. But you can't. You look away, back into the half-full sink. 

"I think I'm gonna die," you tell him, wrapping your fingers around the basin lip, holding yourself up. 

You don't mean to say it, you don't know how long it took you, and you don't need to look at Peter to know what his expression will be. 

"I'd never let that happen," he says firmly, calmly. 

He slips his fingers around your wrist, pushes his thumb into the train track veins. You realise eventually that you're not breathing right and that your ears are ringing and your body's trembling, and that you're hurting, and that everything has gotten really scary really quickly.

Peter talks through it the entire time. "It's okay. I'm right here with you. Nothing bad is happening to you, and nothing bad is going to happen to you. I won't let anything bad happen." 

Over and over and other. He doesn't falter. The panic breaks like a fever, all your restless twitching and ragged breathing replaced by a bone deep nausea. You feel like you're going to be sick, or you're being sick, or you're choking. None of that happens but Peter pulls your hair away from your mouth as you lean into the sink and gasp anyways. 

"It's okay," he says for the thousandth time, just as calm, just as steady. 

A pillar of strength, he leans against the countertop, his front touching your front, half slipped between you and the sink. 

"There you go," he says, taking a big deep breath for you to copy. 

The feeling comes back into your fingers. A numbness chases the ebbing anxiety, panicked tears spitting from your quick blinking lashes. 

"Good job," Peter murmurs, tilting your chin up gently. "Hey, you did so well. It's over. It's over." 

You spread your fingers over the edge of the counter and take steadying breaths until you can feel your face again. Peter's chest is warm and soft as you bury your face in his shirt, seeking a comfort only he can give you, a sense of unquestionable safety. 

He holds the tops of your arms in his hands like he thinks you might run away from him, hooking his chin over the top of your head. His fingers push up, over your shoulders, your neck. He's worried he'll make you claustrophobic, you know, and so you tighten your arms around him and slot your leg between his legs until he finally hugs back, arms going over your shoulders, forearms hiding the back of your head from the world. 

You can't help crying. It's a mixture of too many feelings and your body is overwhelmed. Peter shushes you gently, less of a be quiet and more of a I'm here. 

[oilivia]

"worth the wait" - w/ Gojo

a/n: this ended up much longer than i intended to, but after watching the new JJK op Gojo was the only thing on my mind. no beta and smut after the cut. hope you’ll enjoy it and reblogs are appreciated!

pairing: Gojo x fem reader

tw: teasing, corruption themes, size difference, masturbation, nipple play, knee grinding, multiple orgasms, mindbreak, cum play  

word count: 1.9k

You hate that you can’t hate him. You wish you didn’t find his stupid jokes so funny, or the matter-of-factly way in which he says “I’m the best” so attractive. It would all be much easier for you if you could snicker and roll your eyes at his confidence when he’d say “I know you think about me at night.”

Instead, thinking about him at night is exactly what you do. Hand between your thighs, fingers buried in your hole as you get off to the thought of him on top of you, pumping in and out of your tight cunt. You wonder how he’d react if one day you’d reply to his comment with an ‘Yes’. Would he laugh? Would he tease you? Or maybe you’d finally get to taste his lips, to wrap your fingers around his cock.

“What are you thinking about?” you flinch when you feel a hand on your shoulder. “Is it me?” he whispers in a teasing tone, a shiver running down your spine when his hot breath hits your ear. How much of an asshole can he be sneaking up on you like this? Well, fuck it, you think. What’s the worst that could happen?

“And what if I was, Gojo?” There is a short pause and you internally facepalm, maybe confessing it wasn’t such a good idea. But then he laughs and your eyes dart to him.

“So you’re finally admitting it. Took you long enough.” You don’t even get to say a word before his mouth is on yours. With a hand on the back of your head and one on your waist, he’s pushing you until your back is pressed against the nearest wall. He pries your legs open with a knee, pressing it against your crotch and when you whine, he pulls his tongue from your eager mouth with a smirk. “I thought you’d fight back a bit more. But I guess you find me irresistible, huh?” 

You feel your skin burning at his words and the way he’s rubbing his knee on your pussy with only a couple of thin layers of clothing separating you isn’t helping. “You’re such a jerk,” you retort, but he just chuckles.

“And you’d like it if this jerk railed you right here?” He gathers both your hands and pins them above your head. Your heart is beating faster, the way he’s towering over you driving you crazy, his luscious lips within inches of yours. You want to give in so badly. 

It’s now or never. “Not here,” you whisper, trying to convince yourself as much as him. You’re right in the middle of a hallway at Jujutsu Tech, not the best place to fuck. Not if you don’t plan on finding another job at least. It’s getting harder to hold in your moans the more he’s teasing your covered clit and at this point the spot on his pants that’s pressed on you must be wet as well. 

“Hmm, I’ll indulge you since it’s our first time,” he chuckles and picks you up. A few moments later, he gently throws you on a bed “I brought you to my apartment if you’re so shy, though I’d rather have taken you right against that wall.” You know some things about Gojo’s cursed techniques, but still, it never fails to amaze you just how strong it is. Maybe that’s part of the appeal. That, and the few times you had those otherworldly eyes staring down at you.

You don’t have much time to analyze your motivations, not with the man himself climbing on top of you, jacket thrown next to the bed and shirt half unbuttoned. He is going to make you work for it if you want to see him naked. He enjoys seeing the battle within you between your desire for him and your desire to remain unbothered. It amuses him. It’s always fun, making the cool and collected ones lose themselves with lust. Have them crawl to him on their knees. And he knows just how to do it.

“You look so pretty splayed like that on my bed,” he mutters as he runs his hand up your naked leg, leaving a trail of goosebumps from your calf to your inner thigh. “I think we should take these off, they’re drenched,” he coos, tugging down your panties. You whimper when you feel the cold air hit your drooling slit. His lips are closing in to your ear again “And I’m keeping them - a memento of how much you want me.” He loves watching your expressions when he pushes your buttons. It’s easy with you, you respond so cutely to his teasing, so sensitive, so needy. He can’t wait to see how you’ll squirm when he’s fucking you, how your eyes will roll at the back of your head. 

“Pervert,” you hiss, but he only chuckles at that. Gojo licks the shell of your ear, hand kneading your breasts. A whine escapes you and you feel the corners of his mouth tug into a grin as he’s planting kisses on your jawline - he’s breaking your defenses, slowly but surely. Why would you be resisting him anyways? 

“So you’re into perverts, hmm?” He slips a finger between your wet folds slowly and you moan oh, so prettily for him. “Moaning like this from just a finger, such a cutie. What are you going to do when I put my cock inside you? Good thing the walls aren’t thin.” He pushes in and out of you while he’s lifting your top, planting kisses on your stomach and moving up to your breasts. He frees them from the confine of your bra and latches his mouth on one of your nipples, sucking as he adds a second finger in your cunt. You whine and he relishes the way your walls are sucking in his digits. You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around his cock.

Tingles run through your body. When you do it yourself it doesn't feel nearly as good. But you want more - need more. So when you see him release your nipple with a pop and pull his fingers from your sopping cunt only to stare at you with an impish smile, you can’t help but whine “Gojo, please!”

“Call me Satoru,” he grins “You’re always so formal, even naked on my bed. And please what?”

“Please stop being such a tease and just fuck me already!” Your cheeks are burning up, you can’t believe he’s making you act like such a needy slut. 

“All you had to do was ask,” he chuckles, untying his blindfold “I want you to look at me while I make you cream on my cock.”

Gojo’s eyes are just as mesmerizing as you remember and staring into them feels like taking a plunge off a cliff, just to fall into the sky. You bite your lip, you could be so cheesy sometimes. But you can’t stop looking, barely registering the way he takes your hands and places them on his shirt, unbuttoning it with your own fingers and then moving to undo the clasp of his belt. 

“Just like this,” he coos, pushing you on your back once he’s done making you undress him. Your eyes widen when you see his cock, fully hard and drops of precum leaking from the tip. “You like it?”

“I-I’m not sure it’s going to fit-” 

“We’ll make it fit,” Gojo coaxes, placing your legs on his shoulders and pressing the tip against your entrance. You whine, the way he’s spreading your muscle rim both painful and delicious. Inch by inch he’s stretching your tight walls, your back arching. He’s rubbing against each and every one of your sensitive spots and you’re so close to cumming just by having him enter you. “Oh, look at you, you’re so fucking wet and still so fucking tight.”

He grunts, sheeting himself inside you fully with one deep thrust. He gives you a moment to rest, enjoying the way your walls clench around his length. Gojo had his eyes on you for a while. He saw the way you always hesitated for a second every time he teased you, how you’d fight laughing at his jokes. And how you swayed your hips so alluringly each time you walked away as if spending one more second in his presence would make all your defenses crumble. But he knew it was just a matter of time before you’d fall right into his arms. You were just too cute, too innocent - he had to have you. 

“S-Satoru,” you moan his name when he starts moving again. Each thrust is hard and deep and each of them makes the coil in your abdomen tighten. His hands are on your ass, spreading your cheeks. You cry his name over and over. And he just pounds into you, slamming his hips into yours. He isn’t going to be gentle just because you never had a cock as big. He can’t, he’s not that merciful. You’re just too pretty, how you whine and squirm, how your much smaller body shakes when he touches you, when he fucks into you. Your eyes are glazed over, but you don’t close them, no, you’re looking straight at him. Drool is dripping from the corner of your mouth, and slick is running down your thighs. 

“You’re such a mess. Such a pretty fucking mess,” he smirks and thrusts harder. Your hands grip the sheets. So desperate, so needy. You need to hold onto something to keep you from bursting. But when he leans on you and his lips wrap around your nipples once more - you can’t hold it anymore. The coil snaps as your mind goes blank, your body frantically trying to pull him deeper inside you, squeezing, milking him.

He’s panting as he keeps fucking you through your high. He’s chasing his own release, trying to decide which part of your body he should mark with his cum. Your bouncy tits? Your pretty face? Or maybe he should just finish inside you and watch as it drips from your well-fucked hole. He’s close, so close. And you’re still cumming - is it the second or the third time? It doesn’t matter.

Pulling out of your velvety walls, he strokes his cock while rubbing your clit. He wants to see you squirming for a little while more. His body jerks and with a grunt he sprays his cum all over your stomach and breasts, a few drops landing on your face as you’re cumming again from the pressure on your clit. 

He’d ask you if you’d be able to fuck another man after this, but there was no point. You are so out of it, your walls clenching around nothing and body still shaking - you couldn’t answer him anyway. Gojo will just have to wait until you’re coherent again. He knows you won’t be able to stay away from him anymore, you’ll just be crawling on your hands and knees back to him, begging for his cock. And he’s going to give it to you, he’s going to fuck you in every corner of the school. It seems the wait was worth it.

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[xxsycamore]

Hi! Sorry to bother! Can I ask for Chevalier x Reader with December 6th? Actually, I'm a huge simp when it come to him and anything else is fine too, so in case feel free to ignore — thank you!

Oh you’re not bothering me at all, dear! I love writing for the Chev simps, they always request the best things, haha. Thank you for requesting and I hope you like it! Happy holidays! 💝💝🎇🎇

Naughty Surprises [ CHEVALIER X READER SMUT ] 

Rating: E

Word count: 1,489

Tags:    Smut; Vaginal Sex; Rough Sex; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Nipple Play; Soft Chev at the end 

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Part of ‘Tis the Season for Smut 2.0 Content Creation Challenge, hosted by @voltage-vixen  [DAY 1] [DAY 2] [DAY 3] [DAY 4] [DAY 5] 

DAY 6 - Wearing nothing but a Santa hat and bow around the neck

You exit the bathroom with slow, timid steps, already imagining the sight of your lover waiting for you on the bed. You'd just taken a quick shower, expecting nothing more than the embrace of a good night's rest in Chevalier's arms.

But now your heart won't stop hammering against your chest.

You'd never expect anything like that from your lover, and yet…

Hand lingering on the slightly opened door, you don't even peek for a look inside the room. Your voice comes out far smaller than intended when you speak up.

"Chev, I'm here. I'm coming in now…"

Raising his gaze from his book, Chevalier eyes the half-opened door with wonder. Why do you suddenly feel the need to announce your return in such a way?

"Go ahead."

Hesitantly, your hand pushes the door open and you step inside, gaze dropping to the floor almost immediately. In the next breath you take, you finally lift it up to see-

"I-Is something wrong, Chev? You look surprised."

The look on Chevalier's face is one you don't get to see everyday. Well, they say that miracles do happen around the holidays. You're starting to think that this particular miracle won't be ending here, however.

"…Close the door and come here. Let me take a good look of you."

Biting on your bottom lip discretely, you cross the room and watch him put his book aside, blowing off the candle providing him additional reading light. It seems like he is either putting an end to his day, or he's found a better before-bed activity.

Before your bottom can hit the bed, Chevalier drags you right into his lap, making you yelp and cross your hands in front of your chest to cover yourself.

"Why cover yourself now? You walked in here naked. You wanted me to see everything, don't you?"

His voice is stern, making you feel backed up in a corner and you decide to remove your hands before he does it himself. There is no sense hiding what's been already seen, and explored, and marked throughoutly. You present yourself to him, hands unsure of where to settle, until they find their way around his neck.

It could only be signaling him to take action. He tilts your head up from where you tried and buried it in his chest, and gave it a good few seconds to stare into your eyes. What is he finding in there? Is it the unsuccessfully masked lust you hold for him, or the embarrassment, or something else you're unaware of, in this vortex of emotions…

His lips are hot on yours. The way he kisses with the intention to make you weak, it always leaves you helplessly grinding on his crouch. Now though, when you're completely naked, the bareness of your core makes the friction a tad more delicious, which is only making things worse than any better. Because you can't stop yourself, even with the worry on the back of your mind that you could as well be already sopping wet, darkening the front of his pants.

Chevalier withdraws, visibly as short of breath as you are. He lets his hands roam, sending a shiver wherever the tips of his fingers touch - from the dips of your hips towards the swell of your breasts - and one finger curls under the little red bow on your neck, tugging on it.

"I think I'll keep this on."

Before you can react, Chevalier is standing up from the bed along with you in his hands. The santa hat slips off your head and quickly gets forgotten on the floor.

You know what happens from here on, hearing the tell-tale clink of his belt coming undone and the rustling of clothes. You try to arch your bottom more, eager to feel his length piercing you already - anticipation running wild into your veins due to finding yourself in one of your favorite positions. There is no need for another demonstration of why you love it so much, as the memory is vivid enough, but you're already receiving a good reminder.

Chevalier's swollen cock finds your needy hole effortlessly, impaling you down on it on one easy, smooth thrust. You feel him bottom out and you choke out a moan of his name, hands clutching on his shoulders harder than just to assure your steadiness.

Voice marred with lust, a raspy whisper tells you to undo the buttons on his shirt. You try and put your whole mind onto the task, albeit in a haze, and fingers slide down to haphazardly free him from the clothing. With the distraction, each time he slams you down on his cock it somehow seems deeper - the feeling agonizingly heightened just like the irritation that comes when the stupid little buttons refuse to go through their holes.

At last, you feel his bare chest beneath your fingers, inhaling in his scent as you move your hand to its original position after completing the task. The shirt falls from one of his shoulders, driven by just the sore intensity of his thrusts. You feel like your whole body bounces in the air, the room filling with illicit noises as Chevalier slams himself into you mercilessly time and time again, making you cum before you can even mutter a word of warning.

The feeling of nice cool sheets underneath you grant you with delight, as your lover lays you down. He pulls out from your well-fucked hole with a wet "pop" and you watch him roughly grab into the sleeves of his shirt that had pooled around his elbows, almost tearing the fabric away as if it's been annoying him to ungodly amounts. He kicks out of his pants, in a rather un-kingly manner as the rest of his behavior in those moments when his beast side comes out. When he comes down into your arms again, a heavy breath falls from his lips, as if he's starting to calm down, now that he has you under his claws again…

 You're not sure how many hours have passed, but at the end you manage to ride Chevalier to completion, milking one last orgasm out of him. Though, it barely feels any different inside you when he fills you up, your hole already full to the brim and dripping wet with your combined fluids. Pride rocking through you along with that good satisfaction, you're glad that Chevalier looks as sated as you are - no more shallow thrusts that build up into another fast tempo, no lingering hands pinching on your nipples to lit new flames in you. You flop down on his broad chest, making small, content noises as Chevalier starts stroking your hair lovingly, draping the sheet over your form.

The two of you stay in the silent darkness like that for a good while, both wondering if the other has gone to sleep. Then he suddenly speaks, albeit in a low tone.

"How did you come up with such an idea? That was far too naughty of you."

Fighting the sleep away, you hum, rather puzzled by his words.

"What do you mean? You're the one who planned this..."

Chevalier is quiet for a moment. If you didn't know any better, you'd assume he is just teasing you again, but you sense that something's off. You raise from his chest in a hurry, focusing your blurred gaze on him in the dim light. You speak up again, putting the puzzle pieces together.

"I went to take a shower, and when I reached for my clean change of clothes, they were gone. Instead there was only this…Santa hat, and the bow that goes around the neck."

He keeps looking at you and you can't make anything out of his expression. You go on.

"I thought you were the one who them there, telling me to come into the bedroom… in only a santa hat and a bow around my neck."

Chevalier huffs a heavy portion of air, as if having already solved the mystery.

"Well, it wasn't me. There is only one person who will dare to sneak in here and do such a moronic thing."

Your gaze trembles for a second before you gasp. Could it really be that Clavis is the one behind that…?

"Let's go to sleep."

Feeing Chevalier's hand gently push you down to fall on his chest again, you comply and lie down with eyes refusing to shut.

"Are you angry with what happened? I shouldn't've just go along with it without a second thought, I-"

"It was fine. I liked seeing you like that for a change."

Another gasp threaten to leave your lips upon this unexpected reaction, but your lips curl into a shy smile before that can happen. You only nuzzle more into his frame, enjoying the hand that finds its way to the back of your head again, lulling you to sleep with slow caresses…

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[scarofthewind]

Could I request for Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt (and anyone else you may want) on how they’d react to cumming very quickly, like they’re having a stressful day and haven’t dont *it* in a long time and it just happens. :) thanks

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I really liked this one....very spicy! Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, R18+, heated make-out sessions, mentions of oral, face-sitting, pet names

Characters: Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees and Bo Sinclair

word count: 2.05k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Thomas Hewitt: 

“I need you to go upstairs for me, pretty girl,” Thomas’ voice sounded darker than you remembered as you walked through the front door, letting your workbag rest against the coat rack. Your lover didn’t give you a moment to speak before he was trudging back down the steps of the basement where you heard a male beg for his life. 

With a sigh you obliged, running your hand down your stiff neck and wondering if you needed to take some time off work. You felt like you hadn’t seen Thomas, kissed him or even touched him in forever and it was starting to get to you. You both hated the fact that work had you going overtime and that he was doing busy work with stuff around the acres of land he had to maintain. All you wanted was to spend at least a full day with him where there was no work, just love making and talking. 

Making your way to the bedroom, you shut the door as the man started screaming, the familiar sound of Thomas’ chainsaw going off as you took your clothes off piece by piece and set them in the laundry hamper, reminding yourself to do laundry when you could. You moved sluggishly towards the shower, pulling the curtain back and turning the water on, getting it ready for both you and Thomas who you could hear bounding up the stairs as the water warmed. 

Strong arms covered in blood wrapped around your middle and chapped lips pressed kisses along your neck and shoulder. “No more overtime and I’m taking next week off,” you told Thomas who hummed in response, pulling back to loose his clothing before following you into the warm shower. “I missed you so much,” you said softly, your heart aching at your words as the male stared down at you with a knowing feeling.

“I didn’t go anywhere, sweetheart.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead to which you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to your lips, letting the water run over his red-stained skin. “But shit did I miss you too,” he growled against your mouth, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip while his hands felt up your body. One of your hands traveled down towards his cock, palming it gently and feeling it twitch to life before you began pumping the shaft gently. 

Thomas’ lips worked hungrily against yours as he pressed you against the shower wall, cupping your cunt with one hand before slipping past your lower lips and delving into your aching pussy. A soft cry left your mouth and Thomas felt himself snap at the feeling of your walls sucking on his fingers so tightly. Just the thought of what your pussy would do to his cock made him cum and he pulled away from you, apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry it just been so long and-”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s okay.” You say softly, bringing his lips back to yours. “It’s not like you can’t get it back up, right?” You smirk against his mouth and let out a shriek when he pulls you out of the shower and takes you to the bed, moving to lay between your legs and bringing his mouth to your sopping cunt.

Bo Sinclair: 

The man was practically tweaking when you walked into the house, Bo immediatley springing up from his spot on the couch and making his way towards you. “I’m sorry I’ve been too stubborn to apologize for our fight last week but please, please, please forgive me.” Bo was frantic, his pupils blown wide and an obvious tent in his shorts that made you bite back a smirk. 

“I can’t get off without you, I can’t sleep, I can barely eat because you know I can’t cook-”

“Bo, please stop talking.” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose before pulling him upstairs to your bedroom, him still babbling about useless things the whole way. As soon as you get into the comfort of the room, you shut the door behind you and turn to face him. 

“I mean I can’t even get close to finishing, it’s like my dick’s broke-” you cut him off by grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. Taking his hat off and throwing it to the floor so you could run your fingers through his messy hair, you felt him relax against your touch, his hands pulling your body against his. “Please,” he groaned and you obliged, moving him over to the chair by the window and letting him sit down before climbing on his lap and unzipping his pants, spitting in your hand before pumping his shaft slowly. 

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, hips bucking at your touch while his head was buried between your breasts. “That feels so good, baby, just like that,” he let out a string of curse words while you continued your actions, running your thumb across the tip a few times while feeling a familiar wetness grow between your legs. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Bo panted, his hips moving along with your hand as he came in thick white spurts to which you wiped on his shirt. 

“That was quick,” you teased, watching him glare at you before he moved, having you seated on the chair with your legs hooked on his bare shoulders when he removed his stained shirt. “You don’t have to, Bo.” You said, watching him shake his head and pull your pants down along with your underwear. 

“I told you didn’t I? I’m a starving man and I know good eatin’ when I see it,” he winks up at you before slowly making his way to your glistening cunt. With the way he works your body like a finely tuned instrument, it doesn’t take you long to finish either and by then, he’s hard and ready to go again.

Michael Myers: 

The air was knocked from your lungs the moment you walked through the front door as Michael shoved you against the wall, lips pressed against yours feverishly as his teeth practically clicked against your own. “What the hell, Michael?” You struggled to push the larger man off, moving slightly to the side and wiping your mouth from the wetness of the kiss. 

“I haven’t touched you in over two weeks, do you know what that’s doing to me?” He growled, pressing himself against you, your back one again meeting the wall. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought of finally getting off after two straight weeks of overworking yourself and barely getting to see your ‘very busy’ serial killer lover. 

You let out a gasp when his teeth pulled at the skin on your neck, leaving various bite marks and bruises on your already sore body. “Calm down, you’re gonna kill me,” you whimper, feeling one of his hands dip between your bodies to rub your clothed pussy, the feeling still making you weak in the knees. “Bedroom, now.” You ordered, moving out from under him and not bothering to look back, knowing he was following you up the stairs. 

It didn’t take but a few seconds before you were topless, your bra still uncomfortably holding your breasts into place while you were shoved on the bed, Michael crawling on top of you faster than you could blink. Once again, his lips found yours and one of his hands found purchase on your neck, lightly thumbing over the dark marks he left there earlier while his tongue delved into your awaiting mouth. You could feel his cock straining against his pants as he slowly ground it along your pant-clad cunt, your panties becoming remarkably uncomfortable with how wet they were. 

A soft moan of his name left your lips when he slipped his hand from your neck into your pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down enough for him to feel how wet you were. “Oh fuck,” he grunted, his chest heaving as his hands stilled and his lips moved off yours. You stared up at him in confusion as he quickly stood up, stripping himself of his pants and boxers, cursing at the copious amounts of cum that coated his now softening cock. 

“That’s new,” you tease, watching his ears turn red before he curses again. “Don’t be embarrassed, we haven't’ done anything in a while so it’s natural.” You assure him, watching him roll his eyes before moving to lay on the bed. 

“I don’t need this from you, just come here.” He grunts, getting comfortable and curling a finger at you. 

“I don’t get it, I’m not gonna ride you when you’re soft, it’ll-”

“Not my dick, Princess,” he said with a smirk, moving his hair from his face and running a hand along his mouth, his tongue licking his lips. “Come take a seat, I wanna taste you.” You didn’t have to be told twice.

Jason Voorhees: 

It felt like their were a million things on your mind, but that he wasn’t one of them. Lately with work and your family, you’ve not been able to go out and see Jason all too much and it was starting to worry him. Did you grow tired of him? Did you find someone better?

He missed your laugh, your smile, your eyes, your body, your lips, your cunt; you name it and he was yearning for it. He hadn’t gotten off without you there since before he met you and he wasn’t about to do it again; it didn’t feel right to. So imagine your shock when you come through the cabin door, announcing your arrival and nearly getting tackled to the floor by your giant lover. 

“Jason, I missed you too but I can’t breathe,” you laughed, feeling him loosen his grip on you before cupping your face and pulling you into a deep kiss, his tongue swiping across your lip. A soft sigh leaves your lips and you drop what you have, shutting the door with your foot and ridding yourself of your coat, not caring where it falls. 

Jason can feel the bulge in his pants start to grow and he’s sure you can to by the way you run your hand over it. A shiver runs through his body before he yanks you over to the couch, wanting to be inside you as quickly as possible. “I missed you so much,” you whimpered against his lips when he lays you down gently, his frame moving between your legs and settling against your lower half. With a soft kiss to your palm before placing it on his heart, Jason told you that he loved you without having to speak before bending down again and reconnecting your soft lips with his. 

The cabin was quiet except for the soft pants and moans that came from the two of you as Jason practically humped your leg, his hands groping at the mounds of flesh on your chest while his lips worked wonders on your neck. You could feel yourself growing wetter by the minute and just as you were about to start peeling clothes off, Jason shot up and practically fell off the couch. “What? What happened? Is someone here, do I need to hide?” You asked with swollen lips, watching him hold one of the couch pillows against his front. 

“Jason what’s going on? Are you okay? Were we going too fast?” Your eyes never left his face but he stared at the floor as the gross, wet, warmth of his cum pooled inside his boxers, his pants showing a wet patch on the front to which he hesitantly showed you. he was ready to be teased but when you told him to come back to the couch, he did. 

“Look at me,” you said, gently cupping his face which was blushing a pretty shade of pink. “It’s alright. We haven’t been together in a while and you didn’t touch yourself while I was gone did you?” When he shook his head you smiled at him softly. “It’s natural to get worked up like that, it doesn’t mean we still can’t have any fun.” You whispered to him, watching his eyes narrow at you slightly before he grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you to the bedroom; challenge accepted. 

[ka-za-ri]

Study Session (Barbatos x F!Reader)

I said I wanted tail fucking. So I made it happen. Unedited bc Yolo

Pairing: Barbatos x Reader, hint of Diavolo x Reader Genre: PwP Smut Wordcount: ????   Tags: Smut, porn without plot, gaping holes, double penetration, demon sex, tail sex, bondage, slight degradation, size kink, deep penetration, hints of breeding kink Summary: Barbatos’ teaching methods are unorthodox, but effective

As a demon in control of time itself, it wasn’t a surprise that Barbatos excelled in history. When he offered to give you extracurricular lessons in his free time to help you float your grade in Demonic History, you were more than eager to jump on the chance to spend more time with him and get some much needed help with a subject you struggled in. You expected him to be strict. With the way he regularly carried himself, you knew that he wouldn’t go easy on you. What you didn’t expect was to be face down, ass up on a couch in a parlor. Your arms flush against your side as your wrists were tied to your bent knees. A spreader bar kept your legs apart and your pussy easily accessible during his lesson. He expected you to be in that position for hours considering how much you had to go through and at least had the foresight to wedge a cushion under you to help you hold the pose he put you in. Your underwear had been pushed to the side at the beginning, but after it slipped back over your holes, Barbatos made the executive decision to just rip them off for the remainder of his lecture. He had gagged you. Something about “We must make sure we do not disturb Lord Diavolo while he is working.You can save any questions you have for the end of the lesson” You were a drooling mess with your mouth stretched open over the gag, your muffled moans interspersed with labored, deep breathing through your nose. The butler sat in front of you, his crotch in full view so you could see how much he was enjoying his private lecture with you. You noticed his long tail snake around you, caressing your back and flipping over your skirt so he had full access to your holes and your ass. All the while, he continued to nonchalantly read from the book in his hand. The cool air hitting your heated core only made your focus blurry and his words faded away as you tried to hide your arousal. You were fading away into a land of fantasy until you felt something gently stroke your sopping folds. The tip of his split tail trailed up and down your pussy, coating itself in your essence. You looked up at him expectantly, hoping he would continue but he only glanced down at you for a brief moment before continuing onto the next paragraph. His tail stopped its ministrations and he waited for you to catch your breath. “Good students get rewarded for paying attention.” He explained coolly when you let out a needy whine, struggling against your restraints and pressing yourself closer to the teasing tip of his tail. He smirked and only waited for you to get the hint. Not moving nor giving you any of the pleasure you craved until you behaved as he saw fit. Only then did he continue to play with your pussy. The twin tips of his tail spread your lips apart as he educated you on the long history of Demonic royalty. Your hot hole ached to be filled, yet he only ever teased at its entrance. He knew what you wanted and he wasn’t about to give it to you until you proved to him you were a good student. His lecture dragged on, but you desperately hung onto every word, committing them to memory in his sultry voice if only for a chance to be satisfied. His tail eventually slipped into you and the lewd moan that came from the back of your throat was louder than you anticipated. Barbatos chuckled, pushing one split end into you while the other circled your clit. You whined, breathing heavily through your nose as his words once again faded into the back of your mind while you were awash with pleasure. Thin as the tips were, they were dexterous and the tip that was within you squirmed inside of you, pressing and and exploring all your sensitive spots. The tip on the outside focused on your swollen clit, giving it all the attention you could wish for, pushing back the fleshy hood and stimulating the sensitive bundle of nerves directly. “Are you ready for the next lesson? The timeline of Demon... conquests is a long one and I do hope you won’t be falling asleep.” You whined, nodding vigorously and you were rewarded with the feeling of his tail pushing further into you. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned. You weren’t filled yet, not nearly satisfied with the teasing he was giving you. But perhaps, if you were able to pay attention for the rest of his lessons, he would give you more. Your poor, sensitive clit was being worked into a state of over stimulation. The tip of his tail rubbed it in all the best ways. He had barely begun the next lecture before you let out a muffled scream, clenching around the thin appendage inside of you while he continued to  relentlessly rub your clit. Your ears rang, from the force of your orgasm, but Barbatos didn’t seem to pay you any mind, easily reading from his book and slowly thrusting his tail in and out of you while you struggled to focus. He no longer sat in front of you. The last time you looked, you could see a growing bulge in his pants and you were grateful to know he was somewhat affected by all of this as well. He stood behind you now, getting a full view of your ass and your dripping hole. Your swollen pussy and clit was a lovely, enticing sight and he gently ran his hand up and down your soaked thighs, trailing it up to cup your ass before giving it a firm slap. “Pay attention. I shouldn’t have to tell you this twice.” You let out a pathetic whimper, wishing you could at least beg for him to fuck you. But the gag in your mouth prevented you from expressing your deepest desires. “No wonder you’re failing. Look at you.” He sneered, slapping your ass once more. The tip that was caressing your clit now joined the one inside of you. The twin tips squirmed and writhed in your tight walls, pressing up against the sensitive channel and you shuddered as they pushed deeper and deeper inside of you, exploring every nook and cranny of your most sacred hole. “You’re so easily distracted. How disappointing.” The lesson had been put aside for the time being. He was much more focused on your punishment now for being unable to pay attention. The tips of his tail retreated to your entrance once again, this time scissoring you open, exposing you the demon behind you. “How disgusting... you’re so turned on by my tail.” He cooed, the slightest hint of malice in his voice. Somewhere in the interim, he had removed his gloves and now his soft hands traced slick trails of essence that flowed down your thighs before he pushed two fingers into your open hole. Your cunt eagerly accepted the digits, clenching around them while his tail continued to keep the entrance stretched wide for him. The wet sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of you filled the room for a few minutes before he casually went back to discussing Demonic history as if he wasn’t finger fucking you to oblivion at that moment. You remembered cumming around his fingers around the time he told you about Lord Diavolo taking reign over the Devildom. Whatever names that came before that were a blur as you reeled in the sensation of our climax. His tail at last left your abused pussy alone as his fingers withdrew from you. You could hear Barbatos taking a moment to lewdly lick his fingers clean while he took a pause in between his lesson to let you soak in his teachings. That didn’t last very long though as he started speaking about his Lord’s early years on the throne. His tail once again entered you. This time, the tapered tip reached further inside of you than before. This time, it was a test to see how much of him you were willing to take. This time, you were gasping behind your gag, struggling for breath as he inched himself further and further inside of you. The writhing tips of his tail pushing aside your walls to make room for him until they stopped at your cervix. Tears started to roll down your eyes as you tried to comprehend Diavolo’s early achievements all the while the tip of his tail probed at your deepest spot and your entrance was stretched painfully wide open. He toyed at the tightly closed entrance within you, briefly teasing it before he started a regular thrusting pace in and out of you. Your pussy eagerly accepted the abuse, loving every inch of his tail that fucked you, its slick, smooth surface glided along your walls and sent you into paradise. And then, the pace quickened as he excitedly discussed even more of his history of service to Diavolo. The tips of his tail no longer teased at your cervix, they demanded entrance and they forcibly wriggled their way into you, hitting you deeper than before. Your very core was touched as he found himself exploring your womb and the carnal thoughts of filling it up with his seed interrupted his lesson for a bit. “Which... brings us to up to more present day.” He finally announced once he was satisfied with exploring you with his tail. “I hope you got all of that... I will be testing you later on this.” You gave him a feeble nod and a quite whine in confirmation. You weren’t sure how much you had actually learned considering how many times your mind had blanked out when you came around his tail. “Very good. I think it’s time for a well deserved break.” You heard the rustle of fabric and you heard the tell tale sounds  of him releasing his cock from the confines of his pants. Glancing back, you took a look at it in its fully erect glory. His cock looked as  if the tips of his tails had twisted together into a tapered spiral. Precum dribbled freely from the tip. His gaze met yours and with one last knowing smile, he plunged into your waiting hole. You could feel every ridge and bump of his cock as he entered your abused hole without much effort at all. His tail found the tight ring of muscle that held your asshole closed and started to tease there too while he set a brutally quick pace. His hand laced through your hair and pulled your head up to give him better leverage as he pounded into you. He knew just how deeply he had to go in order to fill your womb with his seed. As composed as he seemed to be on the regular, he wasn’t immune to the base needs of a demon. His dick dragged itself along your sore walls, relishing in how tight you were even after his tail had fucked you so thoroughly. Speaking of which, that appendage, still liberally lubricated with your essence had found its way past your anus and you were soon met with the feeling of being filled in both your holes. Though the base of his cock wasn’t as thick as his tail, the feeling of being penetrated in both holes had you stretched and full in a way you never experienced before. He worked your body like a toy, his tail and cock thrusting in rhythm that had you seeing stars. Barbatos was a much stricter teacher and a harsher lover than you could ever imagine. He knew the deepest parts of you and knew how you craved fitting every inch of him inside of you. He knew how hard to thrust to have you wheezing past your gag. He knew everything and you were more than happy to let him use you as he saw fit. The butler’s fingers dug into your hips as he held you in place while he fucked you, angling you so he could go deeper reach you right in the womb and breed your pretty little body until it was full of his seed. The thought of seeing your hole dripping with his cum was the last thing he needed to be sent over the edge. With a hard thrust from his cock and a harder push from his tail, he buried himself as deep as possible inside of you, releasing his load and flooding your canal with his essence. He groaned, panting in the after wake of his release. The warmth of his seed in you brought your walls down once again and you clenched around him, milking and accepting all he gave you. Pulling out slowly, he was met with the vision he had imagined. Your pussy gaping wide, dripping with a mixture of your fluids and his cum. His tail also retreated and he was pleasantly surprised at how lovely you looked with both your holes stretched open. He hummed in content, his finger trailing up and down your thighs, admiring the slick mess there. “Ah, I take it the lesson went well then?” Diavolo’s voice rang through the room and you felt a thrill of embarrassment and shock run through your spine. You squirmed, trying to close your legs and expose less of yourself to the Demon prince, but a firm slap on your ass caused you to stop. Your face flushed and you buried it the drool soaked cushion below you. “Very well. I’m sure she’s learned a lot.” Barbatos’ voice was cool and calm. He at last worked the gag off of you and once it was removed, you gasped for air relieved to at last take a deep breath unhindered. “I was just about to test her on what she learned. Would you like to oversee that?” “Oh, absolutely.” Diavolo’s tone was chipper and eager. You wondered just how much you would be able to recite after a lesson like that and your mind scrambled to recall the lectures Barbatos had given you. In your frantic recollecting, you had missed the sound of the demon prince’s pants coming undone, and it wasn’t until you felt the hot and heavy weight of his cock on your ass cheek when you realized what was about to happen. “So... start at the very beginning.” He announced, rubbing his cock in the juices that were liberally flowing out of you. Even if you had just cum, even if you were tired and over stimulated, the thought of accepting the prince had you wet and aching for him to fill you up. A quick glance back and your heart skipped a beat seeing his size and the regal shape of his knot. You gulped and quickly went back to recalling your ‘lessons.’ “What did you learn about our history?” he asked, pushing the thick, bulbous head into your sore pussy. “It’s been a while. I’m sure I could use a refresher.” You gasped and started babbling. No amount of preparation could have allowed you to be prepared for taking Diavolo, but you were a good student and you were going to show them just how much you learned. And for every inch of him you took, you remembered yet another fact from Barbatos’ lecture. Surely after this, you would pass your classes with flying colors, though; the thought of failing them more often was rather enticing.

[notkageyamasprincess]

glad you came | kageyama tobio x reader

request: big brother!kegeyama walking in on the reader touching themselves .. 😁

notes: a huge thank you to jodie (@keijidearest​ ) for being my beta, a hundred kisses fo you, muah muah <33

characters: nii-chan!kageyama tobio x reader

genre/warnings: smut, incest, slight voyeurism, mention of dacryphilia, mutual masturbation, corruption kink, slight degradation, breeding kink

words: 2.2k

summary: tobio-nii finally finds out that his adorable little sister feels the same way

As always, your parents weren’t at home—that much was expected. But today, even Tobio would be out until late. You couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest when you walked into your empty husk of a house. It was so lonely ever since your older brother started spending more time on campus, and you had no choice but to comfort yourself the only way you knew how.

The bedroom door didn’t quite close all the way behind you, but you disregarded it, knowing nobody would be home to disrupt you anyways. You flopped onto the bed, and wiggled out of your bottoms, one hand creeping beneath your waistband while the other clutched your phone to browse raunchy sites. Although you took in the obscene videos, racy comics, and filthy erotica, your mind drifted to Tobio, wishing that he’d take the place of the men in all those scenarios, comforting you in person rather than leaving you alone at your time of need. Settling into your blankets, you began taking care of the ache in your core, back arching off the mattress as you slowly worked yourself up to your high. The room gradually filled up with the sounds of your heavy breathing, slick noises of your arousal, and the familiar creak of the bed as you shifted around.

Unbeknownst to you, Tobio was on the other side of the wall, quietly taking care of his own needs, stroking his length to match your rhythm. He seriously lucked out today; he didn’t think he would ever have the opportunity to catch you at a vulnerable moment like this, unsuspectingly letting out your sweet moans for him to hear. When practice got cancelled, he went straight home and took a nap, only to wake up to the sounds of your self-pleasuring. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop on his precious little sister, really. Yet, how could he let this chance pass him by?

As he gripped his cock, your brother felt his balls tighten much quicker than usual. He wasn’t expecting his innocent sister to sound so...so lewd. His orgasm was coaxed on by how slutty you sounded as you moaned, how sopping wet he reckoned you were just through the noise of you fucking yourself. Before long, he felt himself shudder as he shot out his load. Never had he cum so early, the embarrassment enveloping him as he realized what had had him so worked up to begin with. Your soft whines remained in the background as Tobio slumped down and began cleaning himself off.

As his post-orgasmic bliss dissipated, a sense of guilt and disgust grew within him, as though he had violated you himself. He laid an arm over his eyes and exhaled deeply.

A few more seconds passed, and he shamefully emerged from his room, intending to wash up in the bathroom when something made him stop in his tracks.

“N-nii-chan…feels good!”

Erotic fantasies of your brother fuelled your lust while you touched yourself. Instead of your own hands, you imagined that it was his large palms caressing your breasts, and his long fingers stretching you out, loosening your entrance for his thick cock. Your gasps and whimpers grew louder as you gave in to the pleasure, but you didn’t care, chanting your brother’s name as you came.

Lost in a euphoric trance, your eyes remained squeezed shut, allowing him to slip into your room unnoticed.. The moment his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he was captivated by the sight of your limp form splayed out on the bed. His ravenous gaze traveled across the expanses of exposed skin, pausing briefly on the rise and fall of your chest and your spasming pussy. He swallowed before revealing his presence.

“____, was that…my name?”

Upon hearing his voice, your eyes snapped open, and you yelped. Panic welled up inside you as you sprang up and hastily covered yourself.

Thoughts of possible consequences raced through your mind. No more hair ruffles, no more head pats, no more words of praise. He’d no longer swing by your school to treat you to lunch when he was between classes. You could definitely say goodbye to him picking you up from the bus stop after dark.

“Tobio-nii! I- how long have you been standing there?”

Now you’d gone and done it. He must be repulsed by you. No one should have been in the house, nobody should have been there to catch you, so how was this happening?

“Not important. I’d rather talk about how you were just masturbating while thinking about me.”

Blood rushed to his dick as the scene he walked in on replayed in his head, and your cute noises echoed in his mind. His shock quickly shifted into frustration: frustration that he had to conceal his possessiveness when you gave your attention to another boy, frustration that he had to control his urges when you pranced around the house in your ratty drawstring shorts, or that he had to avert his eyes when your nipples poked out from your thin sleepshirt.

Frustration that he had to live through hell hiding his feelings for you when his dear sister was exactly the same way.

“You mean to tell me,” he started, taking calculated steps towards you, “That this entire time we could have been taking care of each other? The fuck did I jerk off in the shower for?”

Huh? You were stunned and relieved, but there was no time for you to hold back your tears. Unable to process what he said, you peered up at him with watery eyes.

Thinking that he frightened you by raising his voice, his eyes widened in alarm. He gathered you into his arms and stroked the back of your head. “Whoa, hey, hey, don’t cry, angel. I didn’t mean to get angry with you; I got too excited back there.”

“No, that’s not it. I-I thought you would hate me, and I didn’t know what to do.”

“I could never hate you, ____. You’re so precious to me that I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else putting their hands on you where mine should be.”

Pulling back, you looked into his eyes for confirmation. “Really? Because I always hated your girlfriends for stealing my place.”

“You’re so cute, but I promise you have nothing to worry about at all. I didn’t want them like I wanted you.” You felt him guide your hands to his groin, where his dick was nearly popping out from his boxers. “Do you feel that? Feel how hard I am? You made me this way.”

Your heart swelled with pride knowing that he loved you more than he did any of those whores, and seeing him so worked up, all for you brought back the familiar tingle between your legs that only your Nii-chan knew how to soothe. Freeing him from his pants, you watched in wonder as his cock stood at attention, leaking precum from the tip. Tobio’s breathing grew heavier from your touch.

“____? Do you think you could do Nii-chan a favour?” His ears reddened in mortification.  Despite the fact that he had cum earlier, all he wanted to do was shove his cock into you and fuck you silly. “I got turned on when you were crying,” he groaned and covered his face. “Sorry, I know I shouldn’t react that way, but you’re just so cute.”

On the contrary, you were really happy that he found you so endearing.. “Don’t be sorry, Tobio-nii,” you reassured, shaking your head. “Just tell me what I need to do.”

Tobio kneeled at the foot of your bed and gripped his length, grateful that you were willing to help him out. “Could you remove the blankets and show me your pretty body?”

The idea of baring yourself to him made you flustered. But if it was your brother, asking you so politely for help, you wouldn’t mind displaying your most vulnerable parts. Glancing at his hopeful expression, you peeled back the covers.

“So good, baby. Now open your legs and touch yourself for me.”

Again, you bashfully complied, spreading yourself and angling your hips to give him a better view. The way he watched you made you searing hot; he gazed at you with lust blown pupils, eyeing you like a starved wolf as he fisted his cock.

You were fixated on his dick, curiously observing the rosy colour of the tip, the slender shaft, the slight curvature upwards, and the vein running down the middle. It was the first time you’d seen one. Heat pooled in your centre when you thought about taking him in your mouth.

“Nii-chan? Can I try sucking you off?”

“What?” he panted. “You don’t—ah, fuck—have to. I can’t make you do that.”

Leaning forward on your hands, you stared at him in earnest. “I want to.”

His face scrunched up as he weighed his options, but a quick glance at your glossy plump lips was all he needed to succumb.

After he agreed, you held him gently, noting how your hand barely wrapped around the girth of it, and how it felt so much thicker and heavier than it looked.Experimentally, you eagerly licked the sides, lapping at the precum that dribbled down his length, then you wrapped your lips around him. Paying close attention to his instructions, you gingerly massaged his balls and inched him further down your throat. “Yes, yes just like that. Now swallow.”

He tugged at your hair, pushing himself deeper, alternating between looking down at you, and closing his eyes in ecstasy. Your jaw was sore, and your throat was starting to burn, but you couldn’t help but moan at the disheveled state he was reduced to. Your cunt clenched around nothing, pulsating with desire.

Tobio’s eyebrows knitted together, loving the sight of you gagging on his dick. He’d always dreamed of defiling you like this; he felt so dirty, but so good.

“Shit, you’re making your Tobio-nii feel so amazing. I’m gonna cum soon.”

You desperately longed for him to cum on your tongue, but even more than that, you wanted him to alleviate your aching core, so you reluctantly pulled your lips off of him. “Mm, wait! Not yet.” You spread your lower lips apart, looking at him with need. “Please. In here.”

Tobio regarded your fucked out expression and your dripping hole, deciding to satisfy you against his better judgement. His cute sister was begging so sweetly for him, so how could he deny your request? Besides, he wanted it just as badly.

“Yeah? You’re gonna give your virginity to Nii-chan? Gonna let your big brother fuck his seed deep into your slutty pussy?”

His filthy words caused you to shiver, yet, he was soothing and gentle as he slipped his cock inside, pushing the head in little by little, pausing until you were ready for more. He moved only the tip back and forth, parting your opening, coating his dick with your juices.

The stretch hurt a little as he inched in deeper, but there was no one other than your beloved Nii-chan you’d rather lose your virginity to. You knew he respected you enough that you could even call it off there, and he would stop without any questions. There was no doubt that he would treat you better than anyone else you could’ve had your first time with.

When you finally nodded to him, he eased in the rest of his length, and he sucked in a breath when your cunt squelched, accepting him in hungrily. He waited a few more seconds before thrusting slowly. Once you gave him the okay, he increased the pace steadily until he was slamming his cock in and out.

His cock reached places inside you that you were never able to reach with your fingers, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. You felt so full, so complete.

Tobio nearly spilled into you when he directed his gaze to the spot where the two of you were connected. Your cunt squeezed him like it didn’t want him to pull out and painted him in a creamy white substance. He was addicted to seeing you losing yourself on his dick as he split you open.

Pressing on the back of your thighs, he pushed you deeper into the mattress and shoved his length even deeper. Your brother enjoyed the feeling of corrupting you, wiping you clean of every man that came before him and ruining you for every man that would come after him. That is, if you would ever want another man after he’d had his way with you.

Feeling your pussy tighten, he slid a hand between your bodies and grinded the heel of his palm against your nub, forcing an orgasm out of you, and spurted his viscous cum inside. He pumped his cock a few more times before pulling out, admiring his handiwork when his cum leaked out from your convulsing hole. Rather than let it drip onto the sheets, he lifted your pelvis to place a pillow underneath, then collected his release with his fingers, only to push it deep inside you again. Contently, he plugged you back up with his cock, brushed some hair out of your face, and pecked you tenderly on the forehead.

You laid there, basking in each other’s warmth, filling the void in each other’s heart.

Tobio nosed the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply. “Mine.”

a/n: well, well, well... tobio-nii makes a comeback

[bokutoslittlebird]

一徹

Oikawa x reader x Iwaizumi

Author’s Note : 一徹 means “dauntless” and “obstinate,” which is what you get by combining Hajime and Tōru. ; this is supposed to be a fic but it’s more like a drabble honestly ; this is the spreader bar I used as reference

Warnings : noncon, somnophilia, sex toys [spreader bar, cuffs, mentions of a collar], mentions of pregnancy, breeding, drugs/drugging, yandere themes, implied cum eating, dacryphilia, choking, asphyxiation

Your unconscious body happens to be heavier than Oikawa expected, yet still manageable as he places you on the mattress. It’s below his house, in the cold basement, but it’s the only place you can go without suspicions arising. Most of the basement floor was empty, save for the mattress and the spreader bar that would keep you nice and spread. Leaning back and admiring you had his adrenaline levels lowering, the thrill of dragging you here slowly seeping from him.

Watching you, Oikawa focused on the rise and fall of your chest, the steady rhythm calming himself down. It was an effort to get you unguarded, your instincts telling to avoid him. Ever since his eyes locked with yours the first day of his high school days, something told him things would be different. When you became the manager of the volleyball club, you got to learn about the real side of him, never acting like his other fangirls. This made his heart twitch, his longing for you fester into something dark and sinister the day you rejected his advances.

Yet, his less than innocent desire for you was joined by a dear friend of his. Iwaizumi also had a small crush on you, but he could never confess to you. How could he? When you turn away Oikawa, it put a damper on Iwaizumi’s own longing for you. Oikawa knew his best friend better than anyone and Iwaizumi knew Oikawa better than anyone else. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with; their goal was obstinate, nothing could come and stop the gears from the motion they’ve begun.

A groan from your form had Oikawa almost jumping out of his skin, too lost in his own memories and thoughts. The memory of his talk with Iwaizumi is fresh in his mind, the thought of finally fulfilling his dark desire and getting something even more out of it having his restraint withering away. Iwaizumi wouldn’t be able to join you two for quite some time, his own university classes already have begun. Oikawa would take the semester off, focusing on honing his volleyball skills until his trip to Argentina was due.

With you unconscious, Oikawa took it upon himself to strip you out of your clothes. He wasn’t a fiend, he wouldn’t leave you bare in the shivering cold basement. No, he has a recently bought dress, baby blue and silky, specifically tailored to your size. The dress is a halter top, easy to slide on you and it gives easy access to your chest and the goods between your legs. Having the dress situated on your body, he gets to work with putting your wrists and ankles in the spreader bar. He thought about getting a collar for you, but he decided he’d have another way of claiming ownership over you.

Looking at you, completely knocked out thanks to the drug and vulnerable, your puffy cunt exposed to his darkened eyes, it finally shred the last bit of his restraint. He’s sure Iwaizumi wouldn’t be too mean, he should be able to understand the overwhelming desire that Oikawa holds for you. Moving himself between your legs, he notices how dry you are. Despite taking advantage of you and drugging you without consent, he isn’t as mean as to stick it in dry. He wants your cunt absolutely drooling over his cock by the time he sinks into you.

Putting two fingers into his mouth, he coats them in his saliva before pushing them past your folds. You’re so tight around him, even in your sleep, he momentarily wonders if you’ll take him in. Soft moans come from your lips, whines following them as he continues to pump two fingers into you. Once he finds your juices coating his fingers, he pushes in a third one. The stretch is almost too much, his fingers spreading and pumping into you as you fight the effects of the drug. He’s not stupid, he’s well aware that you’ll probably be waking up soon. He doesn’t plan on having some bullshit excuse, he will be completely honest with you.

Removing his fingers from your heat, he laps at the juices coating them. It’s not as much as he was expecting to get from you, but he just shrugs it off. That’s not the focus, it’s just to help ease the pain. His eyes watch your face, the scrunch of your nose as your eyes flutter open, most likely blurry and hazy as he frees his cock from his pants. The exercise pants don’t hold his erection back very well, it is quite obvious. Watching confusion run across your face and then horror and fear replace it as your eyes land on him... he finds himself enjoying it much more than he should.

“Oikawa, what’re you-”

“You should get used to calling me Tōru, dear,” he cuts you off, a sickening grin stretching across his face. “After tonight, we’ll be much closer than before,”

“No, stop!”

“You don’t get to decide that. I’ve waited three long years for this, I’m not going to stop now. I’ve listened and respected your boundaries, but now,” he rubs his cock against your folds, a shivering going up his spine once he does, “you’re all mine. You’ll be all mine, forever. Iwa-chan will be joining us soon, so let’s have some fun together, hm?”

Pushing into you is easier said than done. Even with the added slick that his fingers created, you’re squeezing him so tightly. A whispered ‘fuck’ escapes him, groans following as he rocks his hips into you. Your screams echo off the walls of the basement, but they do little to stop him. It’s painful for now, but he knows you’ll find pleasure in it soon enough. He stops halfway in, letting your walls spread to accompany the rest of him as he runs his hands over the skin of your thighs. Tears stream down your face, whimpers telling him to stop, but he just finds you even more beautiful than before. His momentary stillness has you relaxing a bit, possibly because you think he’s listening to you. Another sinister smile and he shoves the rest of him into you, eyes rolling back as he bottoms out.

More screams come out, tears steady as a stream sliding down your face, but the momentary pleasure and adrenaline from hearing and seeing them has passed. A small growl comes from his throat as his hand latches onto your throat. The sudden movement has you gasping, the pressure too much as you find your oxygen limited. “Shut up, why don’t you? Nobody’s gonna save your ass.” He gets more tears in return, but he doesn’t care.

Rocking his hips, he finds your walls easing up around his cock until your juices have coated it. Another grin paints across his handsome face as he rears his hips back and slams them into you, you gasping from the force and intensity of the thrust. It’s only the beginning, however, as he continues to move his hips back and forth and slam his hips into yours. The skin slapping sounds join in with his grunts and your moans, gargled as well as your screams from his hand. More pressure is put on your throat as he picks up his pace.

The rocking and rolling of his hips against you has your toes curling, your body losing itself in the pleasure. His grunts fill your ears and mind, only focusing on those two things as he chases his own end. The scruff of shoes against the concrete floor doesn’t even register, your eyes rolling as Oikawa comes to his end with a moan. A small whine comes from his throat, a warm liquid filling your insides and a haze filling your mind. The afterglow only lasts a moment, your senses returning to earth once the sound of clapping echoes around the room.

“A great show, Oikawa, but I could do better,” Iwaizumi says, his signature frown in place. His words quickly shatter the hope you had of him helping you, finding that your old friends are darker than you ever thought possible.

“Well, then show me, Iwa-chan,” his voice pitches in tone, almost mocking like, as he uses Iwaizumi’s nickname. A quick flick of his head has Oikawa removing himself from you, a soft whine as he leaves you. His seed oozes out, plopping onto the mattress below. Iwaizumi takes his place, but he keeps his eyes on yours as he does. Sticking his tongue out, he slides it along his thumb and fingers, keeping his gaze locked with yours, making it more sensual than it should.

“You should focus on the pleasure of her, not yourself,” he says to Oikawa, even though his focus is still on you. You find yourself unable to break the trance, only able to do so as your eyes roll back. The orgasm that was never gotten starts again, the buildup as Iwaizumi’s fingers thrust into you. Oikawa’s sopping mess of his cum makes it easy to slip three fingers in, his thumb pressing into your clit and rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves. A scream is ripped from your throat, but it’s not one of fear nor pain — it’s of pleasure. It’s not long until you’re gushing around Iwaizumi’s fingers, Oikawa’s seed gushing out as you do. His gasp sounds so far away, your high of release finally letting your walls relax. Iwaizumi smiles at that, fingers rubbing against your walls.

“See, look at that. She’s more at ease now because of the orgasm. You should take this as a learning experience, Oikawa,”

“Oh, Iwa-chan. For a virgin, you do know a lot about sex,” Oikawa giggles, hand over his mouth as Iwaizumi’s face blares red. He pushes down the embarrassment, turning back to you laid out before him.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t want my first time to suck,” his murmur is so low, you barely hear it over the pounding heartbeat in your ears. The sensation of something once more nudging your entrance has your toes curling, knowing it’s Iwaizumi’s cock this time. Pushing his head in, the flared mushroom tip stretches you farther than Oikawa’s did. The pain has you screaming once more, tears screwed shut as tears slip out. “Watch closely,”

“Yes, sir!” Oikawa practically bounces over to the two of you, leaning over to watch Iwaizumi sinking into you. Oikawa’s cum gushes around Iwaizumi’s cock, the girth of the appendage being too much for you. But he doesn’t solely focus on that, instead he pushes his thumb against your clit once more, rubbing it in circles and flicking it. The rattling of metal fills both their senses, Oikawa’s hands moving up to stop you from accidentally hurting one of them.

It’s almost a miracle, watching your eyes roll back and tongue loll out with a brief roll of Iwaizumi’s hips against you. You’re so sensitive now, Iwaizumi shows Oikawa, before he begins to thrust into you. While Oikawa holds onto the bar and your leg, Iwaizumi’s free hand moves to your other leg. The position has him able to freely see your face while also being able to see your body. Each jolt of pleasure has you shivering, your breasts and body bouncing with each thrust. Although he can’t pin you down and drill himself into you, he finds himself picking up the pace as grunts and groans slip from his mouth.

The way Oikawa practically humps your leg has you wondering if he’s unable to have patience for his turn or if he wishes he was you. Unable to think properly for long, your mind soon focuses on how well Iwaizumi fills you up and the feeling of his heavy balls slapping against your ass, slick with cum and your own fluid. A much more ferocious growl from Iwaizumi has you mewling, legs tensing and a shiver running through you as you squeeze around him, another orgasm ripped from you. The feeling of being full fills your walls once again, Iwaizumi’s groan accompanying it as his seed fills you up. It’s just as heavy and hot as Oikawa’s, sputtering out around the sides of his cock and out of your hole.

A groan, softer this time, comes from him as he pulls out. His limp cock is still as impressive as it was when it was hard, thick and long. Oikawa smiles at him, his own milky fluid splattering across your leg and stomach seconds later as he finishes with a moan. Heavy breathing fills the room, the only thing in the room, until Iwaizumi breaks it.

“Eat it out of her. Then, you can try again,”