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[weeb-imagines]

—𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 (𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫)

✦ various nsfw prompts with genshin guys feat childe, kaeya, itto, diluc, al-haitham, venti, gorou, cyno

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, degradation (multiple), dacryphilia (multiple), overstimulation (multiple), fingering (kaeya), consensual filming (itto), mating press (itto), size kink (itto), breeding kink (alhaitham), sir kink (alhaitham), creampies (multiple), rough sex (multiple), hair pulling (diluc), doggy style (diluc), impact play (multiple), brat-tamer (gorou), brat!reader (gorou), cockwarming (gorou), blowjob (venti), pet play (venti), shower sex (cyno), thigh job (cyno), pussyjob (cyno), unedited

Childe loves winning little bets he makes with you. His love for the thrill and adrenaline of brawls, seemed to leak over in his more sexual endeavors as well.

As he pressed you against the wall, cock twitching deep inside of you before plunging itself in and out of you repeated, his calloused fingers circled your clit as your slick drooled and stained his fingers.

He laughed hearing you yelp as he pushed you against the wall even further.

“God I love you like this, helpless and dumb on my cock. It’s so pretty,” he chirped out, slamming the palm of his hand down on your ass causing you to yelp. He leaned in close—warm breath raising the hairs of your neck

“So come on, just show me how much you like whoring yourself on my cock.”

It seemed like whenever the Calvary Captain was bored, you seemed to become the victim is whatever scheme he concocted in that head of his. One of his favorite past time activities, was seeing you cry because of him.

Nothing morbid such as hurting your feelings or anything even worse, no. What he was after was seeing your tears in the absolute pleasure he would give you.

That’s why his fingers sunk into your welcoming cunt with ease, curling and teasing your velvety insides all while meticulously hitting that delightful spongey part inside of you that seemed to make you see stars.

Kaeya only cooed, curling his fingers as your slick completely coated in the two fingers thrusting inside of you, as his thumb harshly pressed against your clip. Soft lips pressed themselves against your cheeks stained with tears before his tongue peaked up lapping the salty substance away.

“So pretty, just for me…” he hummed calmly as you rode out your umpteeth climax of the night. Your tired eyes collapsed against his chest, wiping another stray tear against your cheek feeling his cock twitching, demanding attention.

“Wakey, wakey darling. I’m not done with you yet!~”

Scrolling on his phone bored and the day to himself, Itto went into his pictures hoping to find a meme to send you while you were at work. As he was searching for the right photo to send you, a black screened video caught his attention. Furrowing his eyebrows, he clicked on it only to gasp.

Your legs were hooked under his large muscled arms, cock barely fitting inside of your cunt as it thrusted up with fervor. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head, smiling as your hands flashed peace signs towards the camera filming.

He could hear the groans and growls coming from his videotapped counterpart before his hips falter and cock stopped abruptly. As his own cock twitched to life seeing his counterparts pulsated with thick globs leaking down the thick shaft.

Itto gasped, hurling his phone on the other side of the room—cheeks red as a hand covered his face there over cupping the bulge in his sweatpants.He forgot he filmed that…

“Ughh, come home soon please…” he whined out.

It was normal for him to be so infatuated with you, right? It was normal for him to have you pressed against his mattress fucking the cum he had already emptied inside of you right.

He growled at himself, eyebrows furrowed as his lips pressed hard against your shoulder in an attempt to hide his grunts and moans—as his hips haltered, his cum spurting inside of you for the third time tonight.

He caught his breath, pulling his softening cock out before his fingers replaced what you lost. You whined, clit throbbing in slight pain from overstimulation as Al-haitham grabbed your jaw within his large palm.

“If even one drop leaks out of you, I’m going to punish you. It’s within my right,” he mumbled. You briskly nodded, before feeling his thumb press against your lips, parting them open.

“What do you say?” he demanded.

“Y-Yes sir…”

Whenever Diluc had a chance to finally indulge in his desires—pressing your ethereal nude form against his own—his eyes couldn’t help flickering up to your hair.

It was so easy, pounding you from behind to admire your crown of hair that made you, you.

He grunted, slamming the palm of his warm hand onto your ass watching it ripple out as you gasped, arching your back. His cock, curved up and hitting your gummy walls was enough for you to see Celestia—your own nimble fingers snaking their way to play with your clit.

Diluc clicked his tongue. Often times, he finds this action irritating for the uncrowned king. He, was the one who needed to give you all your pleasure. If he wasn’t he was failing you.

Yeah that’s what he’ll go with for now.

His large palm grabbed a handful of your hair pulling it back with a slight tug causing you to whine as he used the other to slap away your hand playing with your clit—replacing it with your own.

Your body shuttered feeling his calloused fingers meticulously flick and prod at the nub causing you to choke out his name.

A small smirk appeared on his pale face, grabbing onto your soft hair even more.

Now this was what he wanted.

He couldn’t stand you when you teased him. He knew you were just trying to rile him up, that the cruel or embarrassing words leaving your lips weren’t true and was just testing him but still.

Sometimes you always managed to make him see red.

He grunted, as his palm smacked down against your stinging ass another time—body trembling from the pain as his cock remained buried inside of you, not moving an inch.

“I shouldn’t even fuck you for teasing me like that in front of my men of all people!” he seethed, spreading your plush cheeks out to watch your cunt try to greedily devour his cock. He clicked his tongue, massaging the stinging flesh.

“So as punishment, fuck yourself on my cock. Your clearly desperate so go on. Show me…” he grunted, a pout on his lips as cyan eyes narrowed in. You gasped feeling him press deeper inside of you, his knot finally inside as a grin crept onto your lips.

Seeing your smile, Gorou sighed and grunted, feeling you begin to squeeze down on his cock.

“Just what am I going to do with you…”

Venti couldn’t help giggling watching you press the flat of your tongue against the base of his cock—shuddering when you grazed the vibrant teal tattoo on it.

Your lips went up, pressing it against his flushed tip before widening your mouth to finally take him inside of you. The Anemo Archon, grin grew bigger was your bobbed your head—eyes flickering over to your fingers beginning to play with your throbbing clit.

“Wow, a treat and a show? You sure know how to tend to a God,” he giggled, pressing his hand against your hair, flicking the cat ears on top of your head. A loud moan escaped him as his hands pressed themselves against your chest, playing with them before finding your nipples. He moaned feeling the vibrations of your whine as he pulled on the sensitive nub.

“You know, I may be allergic to cats my muse…” he hummed before thrusting his hip up causing you to choke as his cock hit the back of your throat.

“…But your my exception!~”

No one would expect the General Mahamantra to be pressed against you, lips passionately connected with your own with his hand grabbing your hips with such desperation.

His teeth grazed against your neck, bucking his throbbing cock against your thighs, slowly sliding it against the plush flesh.

“F-Fuck,” he grunted out, furrowing his eyebrows and shutting his eyes shut. He pinned you against the wall, continuously fucking himself on your thighs before rising up feeling your soft folds inside.

“Is it you dripping or the shower,” he muttered, sliding the base of his cock against your pussy hearing you whine out. Your slick easily coated his length, shimmering as he fought the urge to completely sheath himself inside of you.

“Beg for me…I want to hear you say it,” he grunted. Your lips quivered, wrapping your arms around him and lifting part of your leg up. He easily caught it, nudging his brown tip against your throbbing, needy clit

“I need you inside of my Cyno. Please,” you begged out. A small smile appeared on the dark-skinned male—his white long sticking to his broad shoulders.

“Then your wish is my command…”

[weeb-imagines]

Hey!!!! It's been a while how have you been?

I’m good! I had to go on a bit of a hiatus and I’m sorry for not posting, but I had some things going on. I’m working on a few things now though!

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NEKOMA ✕ CORRUPTION KINKS

FEATURING: kuroo, kenma, yaku x f!reader

REQUEST: Can I request corruption kinks with nekoma ( if you cant do all of them maybe just kenma and anyone u want )

INCLUDES: masturbation + rough sex + romantic sex + degradation + sadism

— [♡] ; TETSURO KUROO

kuroo is the type to act all flirty and seductive, but really he’s just a hopeless romantic. he wants to be as intimate with you as possible. what can he say? he loves feeling close with you. and that’s why it upsets him whenever you reject his advances, even if it’s just kissing. of course, he respects and understands your boundaries, but he still wants to know if he’s doing something wrong. so, he just straight up asks you. it’s a little awkward for you to admit, but it makes his heart race. you? you’ve never had sex? he’d be your first? he could feel himself get hard at the thought of taking your innocence. he makes it a romantic experience, and it takes every fiber in his being to not go rough with you. he holds your hands and looks in your eyes the entire time, loving how physically responsive you are to his every movement. his strokes are slow and deep; you can feel every vein and throb as he explores your insides. he just wants to make your first time special and unforgettable. and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love the sight of you becoming such a dirty, naughty girl for him and him only.

Keep reading

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I’ve been thinking about fucking terushima yuuji with a strap-on 😶😶

why did i automatically think of deadpool pls 😭

honestly it’s not that yuuji would bottom it’s more that he’s curious as fuck about kinks and would try literally anything with you. he decides if he dislikes it after he’s already given it a try you know? so it’d be him that asks you to fuck him. texts you one day like ‘hey babe kinda want u to peg me u up for that’ like oh my god?—  

and he’s probably so cocky about it too, whole time you have your fingers up his ass he’s still smirking lol. but once you find that spot inside him, he succumbs to it all. isn’t afraid to get all whiny and to start begging, and he will say the dirtiest shit like “please, want ur cock inside me” like he’s really bout to make u act up

is really loud once you have him on his knees, pushing the silicone cock inside of him slowly. he’ll rock his hips back in earnest, desperately trying to take more of you, and the way he moves, the way he moans for it, the way his cock is leaking desperately and pathetically, there’s no way he hasn’t done this before. if you start degrading him, trying to humiliate him and ask him bout if he’s ever done this before, ever been fucked like this, he’ll be a sobbing mess, gripping at the bedsheets and crying, “no, no, only you,” and shit, he might cum untouched or something 😳

is 100% willing to do it again tbh 

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if a blog!!! has an age requirement!!! please respect it!!! and follow it!!!

blog makers aren’t requiring you to be over 18/over 21 to interact wit them to be exclusive or mean, they’re doing it to protect themselves and you especially if they have nsfw content on their page!

in some states, minors possessing any form of pornography or any nsfw content can result in their parents getting charged. The blog owner can also face legal charges seeing as they are an adult and are responsible for their content and who it’s being distributed/seen by under the lies of the law.

do not fight with these blog owners for protecting themselves.

do not get mouthy and disrespectful with them for setting their boundaries and act all uppity like you know everything because in all truthfulness, if you did, you would know how much of a serious matter this is.

this stuff shouldn’t even need to be said!! respect people’s boundaries the way you want yours to be respected!!

if you can’t deal with that, you should probably get off the internet and fuck off to a library to read a book or scholarly article about the consequences YOU could possibly face too.

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ik u didn’t tag, but here’s me n teru 😩

A picrew made for femdom lovers! Istg this is a work of art. Noritoshi (left) and Atsumu (right) are best bottom boys.

I wanna see your guys if y'all wanna ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Tags @inumaki-flakes @uraumei @akatsukimommy @mommy-imagines (I know there's more of you femdom writers I'm sorry I'm drawing a blank)

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Hi yes my mommy kink LEAPT

Pretty Boy - part. 1

Content: Sub!Atsumu. Corruption Kink. Dacryphilia. Small Penis. Premature Ejaculation. Pegging. Slight Feminization. Praise Kink. Mommy Kink. MILF. Sugar Mommy. Mentions of Atsumu in Lingerie. Aftercare.

Words: 2.994

Dedicated to @tobios-housewife for making me fall in love with baby 'Tsumu!

Part. 2 - HERE

Part. 3 - HERE

The two of them met at a fundraiser. Atsumu had to attend because the Jackals were required to make an appearance, it was good for their image, their PR had said. She had attended because it was her company, the one responsible for the whole event and, as CEO, her presence was the most expected of the evening.

So they had talked; Atsumu, at first, felt smug at being the one to catch the undivided attention of the older woman who, clearly, was a very important and very influential person. As the evening went on however, that feeling slowly gave way to awe; She had people coming over to her table at all times, asking for a moment of her time or, perhaps, a dance; She never even glanced in their direction, eyes firmly planted on the tall blond in front of her, paying attention to his every word, asking questions about his life and it left Atsumu feeling, for the first time in a long time, like what he had to say mattered. Her face never got that patronizing expression that he had gotten used to being on the receiving end of. She didn’t look at him like he was dumb or in over his head. She listened to him.

She could tell from the moment that the volleyball player started to talk that he was making an effort. He had a lazy grin in place and big, round eyes. Still, as he talked she could pick up on the fact that he seemed to be holding back, as if being afraid that if he rambled a little bit, she would cut the conversation short. But she never did that and, slowly, the boy in front of her, because even if he was in his mid-twenties, to her - who was ten years older than him, he was still a boy - Atsumu, the real Atsumu, made an appearance. And it was as endearing as it was hot. He reminded her of an excited little boy, mouth running a mile a minute with the most interesting topics.

The evening ended with the two of them stumbling inside her Estate. She caught the slack-jawed expression of disbelieving that crossed his face as he took in the imported rugs and curtains, the dramatic chandeliers and expensive, exclusive art on the walls. It brought a smirk to her face.

She guided him to her bedroom, refrained from offering him a drink to prevent him from being unable to discern the following events, “Come here,” She called him softly when he seemed to be rooted to the spot near the large window overlooking the grounds. Atsumu went. She discarded his bowtie, as well as his jacket, his crisp white shirt and his slacks, until he was standing in front of her in nothing but plain black underwear. As she assessed his strong thighs and round butt, she had the passing thought that he would look breathtaking in silk pink panties, maybe the ones with white ruffles. Her hand reached for his cheek, not a hint of a stubble, she leaned forward and kissed him firmly on the lips, “Are you going to be a good boy for me tonight, Atsumu?” She asked, voice a mere whisper against his lips.

She waited one, two, three seconds, and then he was nodding quickly. She chuckled lowly, and looked up at him. In her high heeled stilettos she was almost at eye level with him and she planned on keeping it that way. It didn’t escape her notice and neither did it escape Atsumu, the power dynamic of him being practically naked while she was still fully dressed, decked in couture and priceless diamonds, “Alright then, baby,” She almost purred, the endearment falling from her lips easily, it was the perfect fit for the blonde in front of her. For as tall and muscled as he was, the way he looked at her, eyes glazed and cheeks flushed from the faintest touch, as if seeking guidance, a steady hand and discipline. She was going to have so much fun with him, “Lay down on the bed.” She instructed and he went, fucking obedient, looking up at her as if saying ‘See? I did as you told me to. I’m behaving’.

She walked slowly to the foot of the bed, deftly unzipped her red dress and let it pool at her feet. She felt a rush as she took notice of his audible gulp and low swear under his breath as he took in her half-naked body. She let him bask on the view for a few seconds, her black, lace and silk lingerie doing very little to conceal her lean curves. She kneeled on the bed, leaning over him, straddling his hips, they bucked up to meet her as she settled over him and she chuckled once more.

She noticed that his black underwear was wet underneath her. She kissed him languidly, taking her time on taking him apart. When she heard his low whine, and felt his hips thrusting up against her again, she knew that she had him exactly where she wanted him to be. She separated their lips and kissed a path along his cheek until she reached his ear, “Baby,” She breathed, hot and heavy, “Have you ever been fucked?” She asked and she felt his body locking below her as he became perfectly still. She lifted her face to look down at him, his eyes were wide and he seemed at a loss. She offered him a gentle smile, “I bet you’d look so pretty all stretched out around my cock, mhm?” She murmured, voice alluring. Her hand drifted down his defined torso, she was close to reaching his cock when he suddenly grasped her wrist, “Wait!”

She was confused, “Is everything alright?” Atsumu looked up at her, eyes big and scared and tearful. She frowned harder, “Baby, do you want to stop? We can stop if you’re not comfortable,” She was faced with him sharply shaking his head.

“I don’t want to stop,” He told her, but his voice was small, “But you might once you see that,” He pointed shamefully down at his crotch and it took a moment for her to fully comprehend the meaning behind his words. Her eyes widened just a tad as she assessed his underwear and, sure enough, the front had a large wet spot to it, but no bulge at all. She inwardly smirked at full force, could this boy be any more perfect?

She pressed her hand firmly over his tiny bulge before sneaking well manicured fingers under his underwear, hand meeting hot, delicate flesh. Two of her fingers were enough to wrap around it entirely and she leaned down to nip his bottom lip. Atsumu moaned prettily at her, “Such a perfect boy, aren’t you? A pretty boy, with a pretty little cock to match him,” She mumbled against his lips and Atsumu whimpered, “What do you say, baby? Will you be my perfect boy and let me fuck you tonight?” She posed it as a question.

It took him a few seconds, gentle coaxing and lewd strokes of her fingers, but finally he gave her an answer, “I want to- ah” He stopped short when she gave a particularly hard tug, “Want to be yer good boy,” He gasped, she was delighted to see the heavy blush high on his cheeks.

It was her favorite part of these types of encounters. The clear embarrassment was plain as day once they gave up on fighting the urge to submit to her. Granted, Atsumu gave in quickly and she rewarded him with a long kiss. She had a feeling that Atsumu was the kind of boy who needed reassurance. She usually wasn’t such a gentle dom, usually she never excused attitude and had little patience for hesitance and green subs. But something about Atsumu made her not mind a single bit to let her nurturing side come out to play. It had been years since the last time a sub had made her feel such urges.

“Alright, good boy; I’m proud of you for using your words,” She told him and could see him preening at the praise. She stretched out to the bedside table and came back with a bottle of lube. With one last kiss to his mouth and a stroke of his bleached locks, she kissed a path down his abdomen, relishing on the well defined muscles. Her nails scratched lightly down his sides and she gave a playful little bite to the sharp corner of his hipbone as she prepared to lower his underwear. She looked up at him and he seemed nervous, she kept her eyes locked with his hazel ones as she undressed him from his last piece of clothing. If anything, his blush intensified as he closely observed her taking everything in. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the base of his little cock, it couldn’t be more than two inches long. His hips stuttered again, “Such a pretty little cock my baby has,” She told him again, fingers already slick with lube and circling his hole, “But then again, maybe cock is not the right word to describe it, don’t you think?” Her voice turned teasing, but not much. His eyes were watching her keenly, “Relax, baby,” She murmured when she felt his body turning stiff, he took a breath and only then did she manage to enter him, her finger reaching deep inside him and coming back out, she kept the motion until she was up to three fingers and curling them just enough to touch that spot inside of him that made him moan loudly.

She looked at his crotch again, there was a pool of precum on his stomach already. She was hit with the realization that he would most likely cum at any moment now and smirked again, this boy was truly something else, “Are you going to cum already, baby?” She asked as she curled her fingers again, he whimpered, “It’s alright if you do, you know? Some boys just can’t control themselves with things like that,” She took it a step further than she usually did in first encounters, “That’s why little boys have their Mommies to take care of them, isn’t that right?” She cooed at him as her lips met his. Atsumu’s eyes were wide again, but she caught the way that his pupils dilated that much more. “Maybe you need Mommy to help you? Maybe if Mommy touched your little clit,” She proposed and her fingers stroked his slit as she would stroke a clit.

Atsumu moaned lowly, “If you want to make cummies, you have to say the right words, baby,” She advised and saw his resolve crumbling.

“Please,” He said and she quirked an eyebrow, fingers massaging his prostate and the head of his tiny cock simultaneously, he inhaled sharply, “Please, Mommy,” His voice was rushed, “I need Mommy to help me,”

“What do you need Mommy to do? How can Mommy help you?” She prodded.

Atsumu’s face was bright red and his hair was sticking to his forehead, “Need Mommy to touch my-” He cut off suddenly, as if saying those last few words was his limit. She knew better, though. She leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth, jabbed her fingers sharply against his prostate, “My little clit;” He gasped, “Need Mommy to touch my little clit so I can make cummies,”

Well, how could she deny such a pretty request? She stroked him until he came, and as he came down from his high, she got up from the bed, coming back with her strap already fastened around her hips, “Are you ready?” She asked him and he breathed heavily as he nodded at her, his eyes had a look of pure, unadulterated trust. It made something inside of her clench, not painfully, oddly enough.

She kneeled on the bed, brought close a pillow and slid it under his hips, she reached to his right leg and wrapped it around her waist. She leaned down until her lips were hovering over his own and just as she kissed him, she entered him in one quick and sharp thrust.

She swallowed the pretty sounds that he made - Airy moans and aborted whimpers. Her hands caressed his shoulders and down his biceps until she reached his wrists, bringing them up over his head and crossing them, holding them there with a firm hand. Her lips kissed down his cheeks, wet with his tears and that made her release a moan of her own, her hips snapping faster inside of him, grateful beyond words for the strap she chose to wear being double ended. She kissed his tears away, one hand holding his wrists firmly above his head and the other roaming his torso, “Such a good boy, fuck-” She panted as she noticed his hips moving to meet her thrusts, “Such a pretty boy, too; So pretty getting fucked, aren’t you?”

She was surprised to get an answer, “Thank you, Mommy,” He gasped as an answer. Somehow, in the middle of getting fucked, Atsumu Miya found it in himself a way to sound bashful. She smiled down at him, hips slowing before snapping harder than before.

“And a polite boy, too,” Her hips moved sharply, hitting his spot with every other thrust, she was on the verge of tumbling over the edge when his body arched up to meet hers.

“Mommy, can I-” His phrase was interrupted when he moaned deep inside his throat, “Can I cum? Please?”

She had to force herself to have some fucking restraint. Who the fucking hell was this boy? Subbing for the first time, as far as she could tell. Thanking her and asking her for permission? She had to be careful, she didn’t think that she could bring herself to let him go, “Of course you can, baby. Go on.” She urged and not a second later his tiny cock was spurting thin white ropes all over his chest. She followed him not long after.

As soon as she caught her breath she started to move. Smiling to herself at his whine when she slid out of him. She discarded the strap and took off her heels and the remaining pieces of her lingerie - her stockings, the garter belt, her bra. She padded to the adjoined bathroom and cleaned herself up, walking back inside the bedroom with a warm flannel to wipe him down. She pressed a kiss to his forehead as his eyes fluttered open to gaze lazily at her and laid down beside him after slipping on a silk camisole. He instantly snuggled up to her and, as it had become the rule of her evening, she felt herself doing another thing that she never did. She brought him even closer to her body, arms firmly wrapped around his strong shoulders.

Something about this boy was tugging at all of her heartstrings and she found herself not minding a single bit.

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“Alright, who the hell is she?” Atsumu feigned confusion as Bokuto and Hinata looked at him with interest.

“What are you on about?” He asked, hoping to god that his face wouldn’t betray him.

He had been going out, officially, with her, with Mommy, ever since that night. The morning after he woke up to an empty bed and felt his heart sink to his stomach. But there was a note on the pillow next to him with instructions to put on the robe she had left for him and meet her downstairs for breakfast. He went, if only a little reluctant, feet padding down the large staircase, not making a sound as they hit the heated black italian marble. He got distracted more than once by the sheer amount of wealth that her Estate oozed.

The robe he was wrapped in was soft like nothing he had ever owned and he got lost inside the maze of hallways until he bumped into a girl that was probably nineteen, dressed in a maid uniform. She had squeaked and blushed brightly, apologizing profusely for disrupting him, before guiding him to a formal dining room that, much as the rest of the house, looked expensive and luxurious. They had talked over the most delicious breakfast that Atsumu had ever tasted and, once Atsumu managed to find within himself to look her in the eye, had decided on going out on a date.

That had been a month and a half ago.

He was saved from having to answer when they were all called to the center of the court and Atsumu’s eyebrows shot up as he took in the presence of the team’s executives, all dressed in suits and looking painfully out of place, “Alright, we have someone important coming in today. She is a new sponsor for the team and is putting in a lot of money, so put on a show, because she wants to watch part of the practice and introduce herself, she should be getting here at any moment.”

As if on cue, they all heard the clicking sound of high heels knocking on the floor sharply. Atsumu traded a look with Omi and Bokuto when the executives scrambled to stand up straight, lips tugging up in amusement.

His amusement was short lived, however, when he caught sight of the new sponsor. Sure enough, standing in front of him, dressed in sharp Yves Saint Laurent couture, with dark red lips and perfectly done hair, was Mommy.

But Atsumu was pretty sure that he was not supposed to call her that at the moment. His cheeks instantly flared hot when he caught her eye and she winked at him.

“Fuck, hot MILF, huh ‘Tsumu?” He heard from his right side and turned sharply to look at Bokuto.

Yes. He thought. Hot MILF indeed.

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wait we need to make this a game

what type of self-indulgent fic would your fav write about you in an alternate universe???

i need to know this is killing me

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consider: yoshikage kira x guitarist reader.

you have callouses on your fingertips, obviously. There’d be no way to play for long periods of time without them!

Kira understands this, but it still sometimes makes him feel weird when your callouses brush along his palm while you two are holding hands.

He knows he won’t get you to make the callouses go away, so he opts to encourage you to take special care of your hands.

“Darling, here’s some of my hand cream. Wouldn’t want those skilled hands becoming all cracked now, would we?”

“Remember to file your nails sweetheart, wouldn’t want them chipping on your fretboard.”

He’d always praise you on your skills, and watched your fingers dance along the strings with pure infatuation.

“You’re so skilled, could you play me some Queen, maybe David Bowie? They’re some of my favorites.”

“Hearing you play after a long day at work always helps. Thank you, darling.”

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HELP IMAGINE THIS BUFF ASS SCARY LOOKING DUDE WITH TATTOOS STRUGGLING TO OPERATE A TOASTER

I also have a headcanon that since Sukuna’s so old, he speaks in Shakespearean but adds fuck sometimes-

“Yuuji, you three-inch FOOL, YOUR WIT IS AS THICK AS TEWKSBURY MUSTARD. I am SICK when I do look at thee. I’d beat thee, but I’d infect my FUCKING hands.”

i can’t stop imagining yuuji and sukuna as brothers. i know sukuna makes yuuj’s life worse than hell, but what if they were brothers ? better yet, TWINS ! and they lived together and dyed each other’s hair idk-

or, i had this idea in mind where suku loses his powers and gets separated from yuuji, and then he has to learn how to make his way into the world. he needs to learn how to apply for loans, gets a drivers license and operate a toaster.

i might just write a whole fic based on powerless ! sukuna in the modern world.

someone come stop me ☝🏼🙄

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*whore screams*

Random dr characters react to you asking to ride them

taka, byakuya, leon, souda, gundham, kaito and rantaro - nsfw

if i missed anyone you want these of, leave an ask!!! ill do whoever :D

also may make a reverse one of characters reacting to u asking them to ride u………. if u guys want that hehe

Keep reading

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guys.. YOU SEEING THE SAME THING I AM? SHEEEESH the hc to the request i sent in was so UGHHEISJW💚💚💚 thank you (also i’m sorry i didn’t specify gender but i was gonna put gn anyways-)

RIGHT AAAAAAAA SHOWCNISHCSIBDNU

I love it so much when y’all send messages like this it makes me go doki doki 🤩

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hi-

please i need tsukishima with tall dom reader smut, do what you please with tall-

YEAAHHHHSHSGSHSHEGE (also you didn’t specify gender so I went with gn)

tw - spit, degradation,

NSFW UNDER CUT

Likes to get called a little bitch or a filthy whore 🤩🤩

SPIT. ON. HIM. SPIT ON HIS GLASSES. STEAL HIS GLASSES SO HE CANT SEE SHIT. DO IT.

Will be a brat to the very end. EXTREMELY COMMITTED to the act, but almost always gives out in the end.

Likes your long legs. Loves it when you smother him with them

But seriously, he thinks it’s kind of hot that you’re taller than him. It makes him feel small and submissive just like how he should 🤩

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:))) you’re so precious kanji!

Hiya sweets, how are ya?

IM GONNA CRY OH MY GOD,,,,,,

I’m great thank you 🥺🥺

[weeb-imagines]

Hiya sweets, how are ya?

IM GONNA CRY OH MY GOD,,,,,,

I’m great thank you 🥺🥺