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[ramblings-of-a-hopeful-heart]

Good morning/night. My name is Jolie, and I really enjoy your fanfiction. I want to ask for your permission to translate them into Vietnamese. I will not change any of the stories' details, and I will include the author's name. I won't translate it if you're not comfortable. I'll wait for your response!

Please go ahead! Thank you for taking your time to ask for permission first💕I really appreciate it.

Sorry my reply took so long, I’ve been on quite a long hiatus due to some personal things going on.

[ramblings-of-a-hopeful-heart]

hey girl can you write bokuto x black reader prank the back arch in bokuto please and thank you doll 💛💛🐥

I would love to!! Not sure if you wanted this smut or fluff so I'll stick with steamy but nothing explicit to be safe and just lemme know if you want a smut part 2 or something...

I'm not really used to writing physical descriptions for "y/n, reader" but I'll give it my best shot. I hope I do your request justice!!!

Tags: Explicit language, ass touching

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

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Without a doubt, Bokuto absolutely worships your body.

You drive him crazy with just about every single part of your body.

Your queenly body with those voluptuous curves; your skin that shone with its deep sepia brown glow; the way your plump lips parted whenever you'd talk. He was simp and a very proud one at that.

You knew this. He made sure you were very well aware. And so you just wanted to tease him a bit.

"Babe, have you seen my other earring?" You marched into the living room, walking past your man situated on the couch as you lifted the cushions beside him. "I wanted to wear it for tonight."

"Which earring?" He mumbled mindlessly, eyes trained on the volleyball game playing on the big screen in front of him.

"This one...The one you got me for my birthday."

He looked your way as you tilted your head slightly, tucking your hair back, showing him the single earring the adorned your ear.

"No baby. I haven't seen it." He reached a hand out, a finger grazing at your ear before rubbing gently at your ear lobe. "Did you check in the bathroom?"

"Yeah, it wasn't there."

Of course it wasn't there. You had it in your hidden in your hand this whole time, ready to "find" it at any time.

And then you decided to start. You walked over, stopping just next to the tv, making sure you didn't rudely block his vision.

With a loud sigh, you tugged your body clad dress down, kneeling to the floor as you placed your chest to the ground, hips high in the air, "looking" underneath the stand.

Game? What game? Was there a game playing on the screen? He wasn't sure anymore.

His eyes fixated on you the moment you tilted your head so invitingly at him. And now, seeing you in front of him, flaunting your beautiful ass like this...He couldn't possibly look anywhere else.

Groaning, you brought yourself back up, mumbling something about "not finding it there" but he really didn't catch anything but that.

He gulped down his thoughts, willing himself to look somewhere else. Reminding himself that you were busy getting ready...that you had somewhere to be in a little while...and would most likely not want to be interrupted.

But then...you sauntered over in front of him, right between his manspread legs, turning to kneel and look beneath the coffee table in front of the very couch he sat on.

His jaw slackened, watching the way your ass almost rubbed against him, He felt his lips drying, suddenly feeling very thirsty.

He...didn't wanna bother you.

But...maybe helping out wouldn't be that bad. Of course you'd be distressed, losing you earring and all. And so, he placed a gentle hand at the small of your arched back, rubbing slightly.

"Don't worry baby, you'll find it." He muttered, eyes completely taking in your form. "I'm sure its down there somewhere."

You stifled a laugh at how strained his voice sounded, still "looking" for your earring.

Then you felt a hand at the side of your bare thigh, gliding up until it tugged at the hem of your dress; his other hand now gripping at your hip.

"Kotaro...what are you doing?"

"I think they call this...consoling? You must be so stressed about that earring, maybe I should console you more?"

You felt his fingers slip underneath your dress, kneading at the plump flesh but before he could do anything else, you sat up dusting yourself off as you stood, facing him, rolling the gleaming "lost" earring between your fingers with a sly smile on your face.

"Found it."

And with that, you walked away, leaving him to watch your swaying hips as you go.

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𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

[ramblings-of-a-hopeful-heart]

more rough nanami maybe 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

Ask and it shall be delivered😂😂I’m definitely not done with rough Nanami. I still have a handful of scenarios to fit him in, but if there’s a specific scenario you want to see, feel free to let me know. 💕💕

[ramblings-of-a-hopeful-heart]

𝕀'𝕞 "𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪" 𝕥𝕠 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ℙ𝕥. 𝟚 (ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎)

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

Haikyuu!!!

Smut/18+

Tags: DDLG, daddy kink, manhandling, rough sex, face slapping, dacryphilia, pussy eating, punishment, explicit language, oral sex

*After an argument, of course you couldn't help but have an attitude. But...it seems that your husband found it necessary to remind you what he is to you. It doesn't matter whether you're fighting, whether you're mad, whether you wanna act like a brat.*

A/N: This is the last part. You can find part 1 here.

Feel free to request, my lubs. <3

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

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"Here." You gasped, breathless as you were slammed against the wall. Hand holding your face against it. In the background, you swear you heard the click of your house door closing, but all you could focus on was the gruff voice against your ear as he ground his hips against yours; his bulge rubbing against your ass. "This is what you wanted right? Pissy bitch."

He freed your head, only to reach forward, hand gripping at your throat to pull your head back against his shoulder. Your panting breaths heaved; your own chest rubbing against the wall.

Your hips ground back against his, trying to get some friction where you really needed it, but it wasn't enough. God, you needed something inside you.

His hands kneaded at your breasts, unbuttoning your shirt as he pinched your hard nipples poking through your shirt.

"Ha-Hajime, plea-."

Suddenly, a loud slap echoed through the room. Face stinging, disoriented, tears pooled at the corners of your eyes as you rubbed your thighs together, desperate for any sort or relieving friction.

"We just fucking talked about this, didn't we y/n? Didn't we?" His grip tightened around your neck; voice low and deep as he growled into your ear. "Looks like you didn't reflect at all. What the fuck is going on with my little brat? You feelin' rebellious today huh?"

You cried against his grip, gasping as you tried to reach down to ease the throbbing of your cunt.

"Just fucking try touching yourself without my permission, see if I still let you cum."

Your hand stopped in its track, shaking as you brought it up to plant against the wall.

"That's right." He let go of you, stepping back to watch your body tremble. "Keep 'em there."

You bit your lip, trying to suppress your needy whimpers as you pressed your face against the cool wall to relieve the heat plaguing your face.

"T-Touch me p-please...D-Daddy," you cried, craving his touch. You wriggled your hips back, trying to feel him on you, but to no avail. He stepped back enough so that you couldn't feel him at all. "P-Please...it hurts."

"Aw, it hurts?" Gasping, you struggled to keep still, feeling the tip of a single finger grazing at your slit, ever so lightly, through the cloth.

You fought every cell in your body not to move your hips, knowing that he'll take back as easily as he'll give.

"Does my little princess' pussy ache?"

And again he was against you. You sighed, relieved to be caged in his warm body once more. His arm wrapped around your waist, another around your torso, a finger tilting your head back to look at him.

"Your pretty pussy throbbing, baby? You itchin' for my cock to spread those fat pretty pussy lips and fill that wet cunt up with my cum?"

His words caressed at your lips, lust-filled eyes locked onto your tear-filled, half-lidded eyes as your lips parted to match the way his lips moved with every word.

"Yes." You breathed out, lost in his intense gaze, face inching to feel his mouth on yours. God, to feel something, anything. "Fuck D-Daddy, y-yes please."

"Hmm, I'll think about it," he scoffed, his hand slipping into the waste band of your pants, then into your underwear, then down into your slit.

You fell back against him, whimpering at the calloused finger rubbing circles at your clit; hips jerking with every rub as he nuzzled his head against your shoulder, placing fervent little kisses along with stinging love bites.

"Horny little princess, so fucking wet," he mumbled against your shoulder, eyes immersed in the way you bit your bottom lip to keep your moans at bay. "Fuck...You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?"

He shoved you against the wall once more as sat himself down, back against the wall, face directly in front of your clothed pussy, skirt resting haphazardly on top of his head.

Shivers ran throughout your body, feeling his hot breath through the cloth as he ran his hands up your bare legs; fingers grazing against your calves; hands kneading at your plump thighs.

His fingers teased at at hem of your underwear, hands sliding in to rub at your bare ass, before burying his face between your legs.

Hands on your ass kept you in place as he pressed his face against your cunt, groaning as he breathed you in, feeling the wetness soaking your panties.

You pressed your forehead against the wall, eyes shut tightly as you felt that first kiss against your clit. The warmth of his wet tongue had your legs struggling to keep you up.

Slowly, he slid your underwear down, admiring the slick that came along with it as he brought the down for you to step out of.

"Fuck..." You whimpered at the breathy word fanning your bare cunt as a finger prodded at your wetness, slipping inside to hook against your g-spot eliciting a cry from your lips.

"Shit baby, you really are feeling it huh? My horny little baby," he mumbled absentmindedly before his lips finally latched on to your slit.

His guttural groans reverberated, sending vibrations throughout your body, as he lapped and sucked at your juices, adding another digit to his thrusting fingers.

"Da-Daddy...mmm, please...slow down." Whining, your hands balled into fists against the wall, struggling to contain the building pleasure in your womb. "I'm so close. God, I'm so close."

He hummed against your cunt, pressing his mouth harder against you as he focused on your clit, licking, sucking, nipping at the sensitive little bud all the while his fingers stretched out your sopping hole.

He could feel his cock throbbing painfully inside his pants, watching the way your juices dripped from his fingers, down to elbows, and onto his jeans.

The lewd squelching sounds of your pussy. The feeling of you fighting against his grip, trying to free your sensitive clit from his lips. Your cries getting louder and louder as you got closer and closer. The feeling of your gummy, wet walls, convulsing, clamping down on his fingers with every thrust.

He was going fucking insane.

He fucking needed to be inside you.

"P-Plea-Please...Daddy pleeeease," you cried, feeling that familiar coiling feeling building. Winding tighter and tighter, on the very verge of snapping until...it stopped.

Nothing.

No mouth. No fingers. Nothing.

You heaved, sobbing as your knees finally buckled, falling to straddle the man on the floor.

"W-Why...Why'd y-you stop?" Your hand gripped at his shirt, head pressed against his shoulder as you struggled to contain the trembling of your body.

"Did I say I'd let you cum?" He rubbed circles at your back, easing your jerking sobs, in contrast to his harsh words. "And did I say you could take your hands of the wall?"

"I-I...can't a-anymore." You mumbled, head still nuzzled against him.

"Hmm, you can't anymore." His voice was deceivingly gentle, but you knew this was far from over. You recalled all the times you woke up, not being able to move a single muscle from everything he does to you. "Should we stop then, baby?"

It was a useless question. He knew how badly you needed to cum...and he knew how badly you needed him.

"N-No...daddy. I wanna cum...please," you whispered, closing your eyes to breath him in this soft moment before he goes back to fucking you senseless.

"Good girl." You felt his hand slither up your back, tangling within your hair. Then with a sharp tug, he yanked your face away from his shoulder to face him, his eyes taking in your flushed, tear-stained face. "Don't fucking cry now, darling. You wanted this right? You wanted my cock, right?"

"Y-Yes daddy."

"Then put it in yourself, princess."

You bit your lip; his grip stinging at the back of your head as you nodded slightly and only then did he let go.

A hand gripping at his shoulder, you raised your hips, hovering above his lap and tugged his sweats and boxers down just enough to free his member.

His hands grasped at your hips, thumbs rubbing circles at your skin as he watched you sink down on his cock, legs trembling. You tried to ease his size in, until you finally inched him in to the base.

Panting, you pressed your head against his chest, fingers clenched at his shirt, as you let your walls adapt to his pulsing member.

"Hey..." he grumbled, hands kneading impatiently at your ass. "I didn't tell you to stop."

"M-My legs..."

"Your legs? Hmm...fine." A hand reached up, gripping at your hair, yanking your head back once more so he could devour your mouth with his. "I guess you did manage to put it in yourself...Should I reward you, baby?"

You could only groan out a response as he bucked his hips into you once, grinning at the way your jaw slackened at his sudden movement.

"Y-Yes pleasee." You were breathless, feeling the way he ground his hips against yours; the way his tip just rubs against your cervix in the perfect way.

You brought your shaky hands up, cupping his face between your palms as your hazy eyes looked at him, pleading.

"I-I love you...p-please..." you uttered, completely drunk on the throbbing cock inside you. "Please, daddy, I need you. Please...fuck me."

His grip on your hair loosened, coming to intertwine his fingers with yours, placing a gentle kiss on your palm.

"I love you too, baby," he whispered, holding your trembling frame as he gripped at your hips, lifting. "Daddy's gonna be nice now."

And with that, he thrusted his hips up, ramming himself into you as he yanked your hips down to meet his with a loud slap.

Gasping, your mouth opened in a silent scream; your hands now planted against the wall on either side of his head, trying to steady yourself as he plunged up into you with every strong thrust.

His mouth latched onto yours in an greedy open-mouthed kiss, hungrily consuming in each other in a messy frenzy. You felt saliva dribbling down your chin, mixing with the tears streaming down.

Your knees stung against the hardwood floor, the only relief being the way he thrusted up against you, lifting your body slightly.

Your thighs trembled every time his hips slammed into yours, squelching sounds proving exactly how sopping wet your pussy is.

He felt your body fall limp against him, your soft incoherent cock-drunk mumbles melding in with his grunts and the lewd sounds of your cunt as he brought your hips down on him over and over again. He could feel his soaked pants as your juices dripped down your thighs.

"-gonna cum...I'm-I'm...gonna-"

You were so close. God, you were so close. You had absolutely no energy left in your body. Your arms draped limply over his shoulders, your head nuzzled against your neck as you relished in his own moans.

You were in his hands. Nothing was in your control anymore. Your sore legs couldn't even move, let alone bounce on him.

"-ddy...d-daddy...slow-slowly...please."

You begged him to slow down, feeling yourself being thrusted to your high unbearably fast. It was coming. Fast. That coiling unbridled feeling in the depths of your gut wrenching and writhing, wringing tighter and tighter until...you came. You felt everything overflow, bursting out of you, surging out in streams of wetness interrupted with every slam of his hips.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Baby, did you cum? Did you cum for me? Fuck its so wet."

He watched it squirt out of you with every thrust, puddling onto the floor. He willed himself to slow down, trying so badly to let you come down from your high, but he couldn't. Not when he was so close to his own release like this.

Your jaw propped open, tear streamed eyes rolling back as unending plunging brought orgasm after orgasm.

"-dy...Da...ddy...please...e-enough...I-I c-can't..."

"I'm sorry, baby. Just a bit more. A bit more baby. I'm almost there. Almost there."

Your cries were in vain as he desperately chased his climax, thrusting and thrusting until with one final buck, he held his hips up against yours, his grip keeping you in place.

"Fuuucckkk," he gritted, spurting into you; your tight walls squeezing every last drop of his seed.

He plopped his hips back down onto the floor, exhausted as he pulled out of you.

He sighed, feeling your trembling sobbing body as he held you against him, one hand at the back of your head, keeping you nuzzled against his neck. The other rubbed soft circles at your back as he calmed you.

"I got you baby. I got you. Daddy's got you. I love you darling."

You panted against him, breathing in his scent, relaxation slowly taking over your body.

"-love...you too. I...love you...too," you mumbled, sighing as your eyes fluttered close, succumbing to the exhaustion as he held you, completely and utterly satisfied.

~*~*~*~

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

[ramblings-of-a-hopeful-heart]

𝕀'𝕞 "𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪" 𝕥𝕠 𝕐𝕠𝕦

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

Haikyuu!!!

Steamy/18+

Tags: DDLG, Daddy kink, manhandling, name calling, explicit language but no explicit sexual content...yet

*After an argument, of course you couldn't help but have an attitude. But...it seems that your husband found it necessary to remind you what he is to you. It doesn't matter whether you're fighting, whether you're mad, whether you wanna act like a brat.*

A/N: There will be a continuation of this, which...yes...will be smut. *sighs*

I don't really know what to call this. I wouldn't call it fluff, but it wouldn't be smut either...Steamy???

Feel free to request, my lubs. <3

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"Hey, y/n, I'm talking to you." He called out from behind; he was calm, but you could already hear the extent of his patient being tested in his voice.

But why should you care? Who asked him to pick you up? Certainly not you. Not with that argument from last night.

"Baby, come here." His hand reached out towards yours to hold. "You're drunk. Don't walk too far from m-" Only for you to yank your hand away.

"What Hajime?!" You whipped back, stumbling a bit, glaring daggers at him. "I thought you were mad at me, huh? Thought you weren't talking to me? So why are you here?"

Just as quickly as you whipped back, that's how fast you were dragged into a random alley; back shoved against the wall, trapped in between his arms, as he loomed over you.

"Listen here, brat." He seethed, a hand gripping at your jaw to make sure your eyes remained on his. "Its fucking midnight. I was waiting, worried, for fucking hours and you ask me why I'm here? Tell me, y/n, Why am I here?"

"T-To p-pick me up..."

"Exactly." His hand released its grip, planting itself on the wall behind you once more as he leaned down to level his eyes with yours. "To pick up my drunk, stubborn wife who decided to act like a fucking brat cause she didn't want to admit she was wrong and apologize."

You pursed your lips, face shifting off to the side, avoiding his dark gaze as you fought the urge to submit and say sorry.

"And...one more thing" A finger prodded at your cheek, tilting your face back to face him. "Just earlier. What did you call me?"

You flinched a bit, remembering the angry way you called his name, and your face flushed. Knowing your husband, you already knew what his next question will be...and the answer he wants to hear.

"H-Hajime," you mumbled, your current meekness a complete 180 from your stubbornness just before.

"And what am I to you?"

Annnd there it was...the trigger question.

"M-My husband...My dear...sweet...thoughtful and caring husband?"

He hummed at your reply, chuckling a bit as he leaned in, eyes boring into yours as his breath grazed at your lips.

"You know which answer I want baby." He licked at your lips, your breath hitching as he nipped at your bottom lip, tugging; his overwhelming gaze never breaking eye contact. "Its too late to act all sweet and innocent now. This little brat needs to be reminded exactly what I am to you."

He brought his lips to your neck once more, kissing, trailing up to nip at your earlobe.

"Answer my question." you shivered at the breathy words against your ear, hands now planted against his chest, trying to relieve yourself of his intense closeness. "Properly this time."

"D-Daddy..." You shut your eyes tightly, trying to dissipate the heat spreading within your abdomen.

"Oh, so you do remember. Good girl." His voice tickled at your neck as he placed a final kiss at your jaw, fingers grazing against your neck. "I'm 'daddy' to you. Whether you're mad. Don't matter if we fight. I'm always 'daddy' to you."

His fingers trailed down your neck, caressing down your arm, intertwining with your own.

"Now...you're gonna be a good little girl and hold my hand. You're gonna sober up and reflect about what you did wrong while we take our sweet time walking home. Then...well...you already know, don't you baby?"

You nodded, head down as you squeezed his hand.

"Good." He brought your hand up to his lips; his other hand tilting your head up to look at him as he placed a firm kiss at the back of your hand. "After all, this isn't the first time you acted like a brat wanting to get railed, right?"

Your face blushed profusely, turning your face away, embarrassed...only to nod in response.

He grinned down at you, with that annoying knowing grin, as he tugged at your hand, towards your home.

"I know my baby so well, don't I?" He chuckled, dark excitement gleaming in his eyes. "If you were all pissy cause you were pent up, you should've said so. You know I'll fuck you good."

You could only blush at his obscene words, cause you had nothing to say. After all, they were all true.

You wanted his attention. And this is how you loved getting it.

~*~*~*~

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

[ramblings-of-a-hopeful-heart]

ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕄𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕌𝕤𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝔻𝕠 (𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗)

Bokuto Kotaro x Reader

Haikyuu!!!

Tags: Uhhh...none? Kissing? This was honestly pure fluff sooo...

*Your hubby comes home after an exhausting day. Nuzzling against you, all he wants to talk to you, hear you, be with you...But you decided to try a little trend with him.*

Feel free to request, my lubs. <3

A/N: This was based off of that trend "call your boyfriend by his name instead of a pet name." I was feeling a little bit of fluff so I wrote a quick one. Enjoy!!!

I also plan on doing something somewhat similar with Tsukki, Iwaizumi, and Yamaguchi but if you guys want to add a character, feel free to request.

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

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Bokuto Kotaro is an absolute sucker for the pet names you call him.

Baby, babe, love, darling, etc. anything goes. He loves them all.

He gets that fluttery feeling in his chest with that giddy smile whenever he hears you call him by a pet name.

And so one day, scrolling through your phone, you happened to see the trending videos...

"Ughh," He groaned, plopping down next to you on the couch; his head tilted against your shoulder. "I'm exhausted babe. My muscles feel sore. I think I overdid it again."

"You should take a warm shower," you mumbled, eyes still glued to the phone in your hand.

You felt his body tense, not even by mentioning his name, but purely due to overall lack of your usual calls for him...But he let it go, pushed it to the back of his mind.

"O...kay," he mumbled, fingers tracing imaginary shapes against your palm, fiddling with your free hand. "Let's order in for dinner. What do you want baby?"

"Whatever you want."

He flinched again. This time you could feel the pout tug at his lips as he shifted his head a bit to look up at you.

"Baby..." he whispered, his breath tickling at your jaw. "Baby, are you mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad, Kotaro?"

And that's when he shot up, eyes wide, staring at you incredulously.

"K-Kotaro?" He stammered, his hand now squeezing yours. "W-Why?"

"Is that not your name, Kota-"

"NoOoOo," he pouted, not daring to hear it again, bringing your hand to his lips. "Baby...do you...not love me anymore?"

Now it was your turn to stare at him in disbelief.

"What?" You turned to face him, smiling gently. "Of course, I love you...Kotaro..."

"Stoooppp." His head drooped, then tilted up to look at you with those puppy dog eyes. "I'm Kotaro to everyone else...but I'm 'baby, babe-"

He leaned in, planting a soft kiss as he mumbled against your lips.

"-darling, sweetheart-"

You felt him smile against you when your hand reached up to cup his face; his gentle lips still ghosting against yours.

"-honey, hubby only to you."

Hand gripping the back of the couch, he pushed himself up slightly, leaning over you, using his weight to push you down on the couch, until he hovered above your laying form.

"So...baby" He kissed at your neck, every word he uttered tickled at your skin. "Look at me when you talk to me. And-"

His mouth was on yours again, a bit harsher than before, but still with its usual tenderness. He brought your intertwined hand up to his face, nuzzling his cheek against your palm.

"Call me like you usually do, hm?" His boyish grin sent warmth burning at your chest, loving the gentle way he smiled at you.

You giggled up at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulder, bringing his body closer to yours.

"Of course, baby." You smiled against his kiss, relishing in the warmth of your husband's body. "I'm sorry I made you worry."

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𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

[ramblings-of-a-hopeful-heart]

I’m so down bad for a man who smells ✨amazing✨

i know for a fact wakatoshi smells amazing. his cologne suits him too well, perfectly. i don’t think it’s too strong, but does it do the job? absolutely. it’s a woody cologne, though i believe fresher notes suit him just fine. think of him and aftershave. clean, uncomplicated, elegant. dare i say somehow mysterious in public (on him only!) it adds to his charm, his status, his public image. wakatoshi takes good care of himself, he’s well-groomed and it’s not forced, he does it effortlessly.

and he’s been using the same cologne for years—it’s his signature scent, it’s not the only one he owns, but it’s his. and it’s just.. nice. attractive. fitting for someone like him. and as his girlfriend.. you can’t resist it. you want to lift his shirt up and bury your face in his chest and glue yourself to him for the rest of your life. and wakatoshi refuses to stop you, you’re cute and you feel nice on his chest. he’s got you weak in the knees </3

your boyfriend didn’t even know. he wasn’t aware you’re keen on his cologne. not like that. not until you tell him. it completely changes the way he applies his cologne. wakatoshi starts thinking of you, when to use it— what to buy, he goes as far as letting you choose a cologne for him. not that you’d change the one he uses. i’m also convinced he smells warm. something about him that’s just.. warm. opposite to the freshness plenty of his fragrances and products have. it’s hot!

[ramblings-of-a-hopeful-heart]

𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥? (ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎)

Nanami Kento x Reader

Jujutsu Kaisen

Smut/18+

Tags: DDLG, daddy kink, explicit language, choking kink, praise, rough sex, vaginal sex, spanking, clit slapping, fingering, crying, punishment, possessiveness, overstimulation, blowjob, hair pulling.

Feel free to request, my lubs! <3

*Just another experimental night on Daddy Nanami Kento's bed. Have you been a good girl? Well, that's for him to decide.*

A/N: Take a seat, get comfy, lay down my lovelies...cause this one is a long one. Enjoy!!

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

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It was silent, except for the slight shuffling of the sheets beneath your body. Neither of you dared to speak.

You bit down on your lip, tears building at the corner of your eyes as your gaze drifted down to the man whose eyes were more focused on the papers in his hands than the body trembling on his very bed.

Keeping quiet proved to be very hard. No matter how hard you tried to focus on anything else, all you could focus on was the sound of the papers fluttering as he mindlessly shifted through the pages, imagining those long slender fingers were caressing your skin instead.

But even through the shuffling of the pages, the muffled sound of the vibrations ripping throughout your body is what you focused on the most.

And though his eyes weren’t on you, the lone towel draped haphazardly over his lap did nothing to hide the stiff cock underneath.

After what felt like hours, his voice finally cut through the silence, sighing as he threw the papers aside, eyes now fixated on the trembling body on his bed.

"How long has it been?" He asked, making his way towards you, his hands trailing up your legs as he crawled onto the bed, hovering above you.

"T-Thirty m-minutes."

"Hm..." He knelt between your spread legs, glancing at his watch, before swiftly unlatching it and leaning over to place it on the bedside table. "Thirty one minutes. Little one. One extra."

A hand caressed at your cheek, while the other hand trailed down your body, ghosting over your clit, to tug at the string dangling from your hole.

"Did my baby hold it like I told her to?"

"Y-Yes daddy," you whimpered, feeling the tug on the vibrator inside you as he pulled it out and tossed it aside.

"Good girl," he mumbled, his lips enveloping yours as he lined himself up at your entrance. "Now maybe I'll let you cum on daddy's cock. Do you want that?"

"Yes plea-mmphh!" You buried your head against his neck, as he pushed himself in; your walls forcibly stretching around his girth.

"That's right. Good girl." His breath on your neck sent shivers all throughout your body as your pussy throbbed at his praises. "You love it when I call you that, huh? My little good girl. My little y/n."

His hands trailed all over your body, settling to rest around your neck as his hips plowed against yours.

"You're a slut for daddy's cock, aren't you? My baby. Daddy's little slut." His mouth engulfed yours once more, his tongue messily intertwining with yours as you struggled to match his pace. "Say it for me baby. You're a what for my what?"

Your body trembled as your hips struggled to meet his harsh thrusts.

"P-Please daddy, please. Pleaseee."

His grip tightened, as he loomed over you, both hands wrapped tightly around your neck.

"I asked you a question, little one." He brought his face closer, his warm breath searing at your lips as his gaze bore into your tear filled eyes. "Answer."

You gasped against his grip, your own fingers clawing at his tense arms.

You knew what you needed to say. It was something ingrained in your mind by the very man above you. But you never could form the words properly.

Not when your senses were clouded like this. Not when the bed beneath you rocked along with your bodies like this. Not when his hands warmed your neck like this.

"I-I'm-I'm a slu-AH." He rammed his hips forward, a loud smack interrupting your futile attempt at forming at sentence.

"Go on baby. You can do it." His grip loosened; one hand grazing down to settle at your waist, while the other gripped at your ankle, bringing your leg up to his lips.

His eyes never left yours, as his tongue licked at your leg, teeth nibbling before letting it rest on his shoulder.

His hands kneaded at your skin, loving the way your soft body felt between his fingers.

"Well, darling?" His movements stilled, as he hooked his hands behind your knees, pushing them against your shoulder as he hovered above you once more. "We don't have all night, you know? Well...actually we do, but daddy has work tomorrow. Are you gonna say it for me or not?"

"I-I will..." You brought your hands up, your trembling fingers reaching for his face, which he gladly nestled into your palms. "I'll say it, daddy."

He smiled down at you, in that treacherously gentle way, before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

"Good girl." He nibbled against your lips, before planting his forehead against yours; the weight of his gaze drilling into yours sending shocks rippling throughout your body as his soft whisper tickled at your lips. "Enunciate every word, my darling."

"Yes daddy."

His body began rocking against yours once more, his pace tortuously slower than before.

"Go on then." He mumbled, his lips trailing kisses all over your face. "You are a what. For my what?"

"I'm a s-slut for your c-cock." You whispered, the sheer closeness of your bodies, the overwhelming heat settling between you two, making it hard to breathe.

Your breath hitched, hearing the deep chuckle against your ear. He lifted his head a bit, licking at your lips.

"Say it again baby," he mumbled, his gaze fixated on your mouth, memorizing every minute movement of your lips. "Say it again for me sweetheart."

You've said it before. And you can say it again. But the way his eyes latched onto your lips suddenly made it hard to speak.

"I-I...I-I'm a slut...for your cock."

He buried his face into your neck, another chuckle reverberating off his chest as you felt his grip tighten beneath your knees.

"Who's cock?"

His warm breath fanned your neck, as he continued his slow, lazy thrusts into you.

"D-Daddy's cock."

He nuzzled against your neck even more, taking a long deep breath before asking his final question.

"And who's your daddy, little one?"

He lifted his head, looking down at you once more, a triumphant, knowing grin plastered on his face as he stared at your flustered face, waiting for your reply.

"Y-You are..." Your hands shot up, covering your blushing face.

"Good girl, baby," He whispered, planting a kiss against your hands. "That's my good little girl."

Suddenly, he plowed into you; the loud slap masking the sharp gasp that escaped your lips.

"W-Wait...D-Daddy wai-!"

He was, undoubtedly, getting faster and faster with every thrust. You felt closer and closer every time his hips met yours. That gnawing, coiling feeling at your core tightening and tightening as he relentlessly plowed his cock into your throbbing cunt.

"There's no waiting, baby."

You struggled to move, to meet his thrusts, something, anything. But it was all useless with the way he kept your body folded.

Your trembling hands reached down, clawing at his ass with every thrust.

"P-Please...ha...harder...I-I can't..." you whined, your head falling back as he nipped at your throat. "I wanna cum...Please. Please. Please. Daddy. I wanna cum."

"Fuck," he grunted, panting against your neck. "Hold onto me."

You did as you were told, wrapping your sore arms around his shoulders just as he got on his knees lifting you up.

Your back slammed against the bed frame, groaning as it knocked the breath out of you. And before you could even recover, his lips were on yours, ravaging your mouth; tongues melding against each other.

Your pussy clenched with every grunt your lips caught, and you knew you weren't going to last any longer than this.

He pounded you against the wall; the bed creaking beneath you with every thrust. You felt yourself teetering off the edge, just a few moments more before that harsh, decisive thrust sent you hurling off that high.

But just as quickly as you convulsed around him, that's how quickly he pulled out.

You fell onto the bed with a soft thud, legs still spread as he knelt between your knees once more.

You were incoherent. Everything happened so fast and all you could focus on was your pussy convulsing around nothing but emptiness. But all it took was one slap to reorient you to everything. To what you did wrong.

Your body flinched violently, feeling his hand slap at your clit.

"D-Da-Daddy," your thighs clenched together at the impact, only to be yanked open by him once more. You grasped at his hands, trying to calm him down. "P-Please...I-I'm s-sorry."

He shoved three fingers in, the sloshing sound of the wetness filling the room along with your whimpers.

"Did I tell you to cum, slut?" He growled as you clawed at the hand between your legs at an attempt to slow it down.

"I-I'm so-AH!" you screamed out as his hand came down on your clit once more, the sharp pain rippling throughout your body.

His fingers left your hole, tracing up your body, leaving a trail of your slick along the way, finding itself gripped at your jaw, forcing you to look up at him; his face leaning in dangerously close to yours.

"Answer. My question."

"N-No, D-Daddy. You didn't."

His grip tightened, dragging you up to your knees, pressing your torso against the bed frame.

You felt his chest against your back and his breath against your ear as his palm rubbed at your ass.

"Tell me, darling. What did you do wrong?"

"I-I" Before you could continue, a strong hand slapped against your ass, the sharp sting gnawing at your skin.

"Continue. Don't make me ask again."

"I came-"

You bit against your lip, trying to keep your whimpers at bay as his hand came down once more.

"-without your-"

And another slap.

"-permission."

Your body shook, as another harsh slap echoed through the room. His fingers tangled at your hair, gripping as he tilted your head to look back at him.

"And because of that, your impatient little pussy isn't getting my cum today, understand?"

"Y-Yes, daddy."

His fingers freed your hair, as he stepped off the bed, eyes watching your every movement.

"If you understand, then why aren't you in position?"

Nodding meekly, you lay yourself down, facing up as your head dangled off the bed, watching him step closer, cock in hand.

You opened your mouth wide, his hardened member sliding in, forcing your throat to adapt. He started off slow, testing you, savoring every gag and choke that clenched around his cock.

But the more he watched you take him in- the more he felt your throat struggle to stretch around him, the more he felt his control dwindle.

Dwindle down to nothing as his hand rested around your neck, relishing in the feeling of his dick gliding into your throat beneath his palms.

With every thrust, he felt himself closer and closer to his release. And the closer his release came, the more erratic his thrusts became.

Your hands reached up, reaching for his wrists, his arms, anything to hold on to. Anything. But just as your fingertips grazed at his skin, he let go, releasing your neck; a hand intertwining his fingers with yours instead.

"You're so beautiful, baby." He mumbled, placing a soft kiss at your fingers; his cock still plunging into your throat. "Choking on my cock like this."

You felt his other hand trail down your body, not wasting a second before filling your hole with his fingers, hooking them to hit your g-spot over and over again as he thrusted them in.

You wriggled under his touch, your screams muffled by his cock; saliva dribbling all over your face as you held on to the hand intertwined with yours.

"I'm close, baby. Fuck I'm so close." He groaned, thrusting his hips, and fingers, ceaselessly into your holes.

Your thighs clenched, trying to quench the building pressure in your core. But his finger stayed wriggling mercilessly inside, bringing you to that familiar edge once more.

"Go ahead little one. Go ahead and cum for daddy, hm?" His finger disentangled from yours, trailing soft grazes at your neck, then reaching down to grasp at your hair as he thrust himself inside, and kept himself there, burying his cock as he released himself inside your warm wet throat.

All at once everything came undone. You felt wetness seeping below as your hole convulsed around his fingers once more, and tears streaming above as you struggled to gasp for air against the cock twitching inside your throat; its warm fluid shooting down your narrow tube.

"Let me see you, darling." He pulled out of your mouth, helping you up to kneel on the bed. He situated himself next to you, reaching for his discarded towel to wipe at the remnants on your face; his hands caressed at your cheeks, admiring the redness that he loved to see on that face of yours. "How are you? Are you okay?"

All you could do was nod, not sure if any sound would come out even if you tried.

Worried at the silence, his finger hooked beneath your chin, tilting your face to meet his gentle eyes.

"Y/n. Sweetheart. You can tell me if I was too rough, love." He gripped beneath your thighs, lifting you to straddle him so he could look up at you. "I'm sorry baby, did you not enjoy it?"

The pure concern in his eyes sent flutters in your stomach and chest, as you brought your hands to cup his anxious face, then pointed at your throat.

"Throat hurts...but..." Your face flushed suddenly, causing you to bury your face against his neck, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders as you whispered "I loved it. You...you were great."

And with that, he laid you both down, chuckling as he pulled you against his chest.

"I see...Then we should do this often, hm?"

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𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

[ramblings-of-a-hopeful-heart]

𝙾𝚋𝚎𝚢 𝙼𝚎! 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠/ 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚌

Diavolo x Reader

Solomon x Reader

Obey Me! Shall We Date ?

18+

Tags: nothing too serious really. Some foot play I guess.

As requested, I tried writing a flirtatious mc. I've come to realize that I have a harder time writing a dominant/flirtatious character. This was a quick one, since I finally had a bit of free time.

Feel free to request, my lubs! <3

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

Diavolo

Its no question that Diavolo is very patient when it comes to being with you. After all, he doesn't want to pressure you, or worse, scare you away.

And so when you asked him not to tell anyone and to treat you normally in public, he felt obliged to agree.

But don't get it wrong...he would like nothing more than to announce who his princess is...and who she belongs to.

So imagine his delight when, surprisingly, you boldly made the first move. In the rooms of RAD nonetheless.

Diavolo's eyes widened in the most miniscule, undetectable way, as he felt something grazing his leg.

He glanced around the table of exchange students, then at the two sitting across from him. And unless Solomon had suddenly developed a carnal desire for him, then he could safely assume that it was your foot currently rubbing at him.

His jaw tightened; a practiced smile plastered on his face as he listened to the sorcerer ramble on about the findings of his latest experiment.

All the while, your foot had slowly dragged itself up his leg, and is now making its way towards a certain hardening area.

His golden eyes darkened as he met yours, and you saw it. The warning behind those dilated eyes.

But all he got in return was a cool gaze, as you sat back against your chair, leg outstretched as you rubbed your foot against his swollen member.

His body flinched a bit as you ground your heel against him, arms crossed as you grinned at him.

"I think it would be best if we end the meeting here. I forgot I had a rather important guest to entertain. If there's anything else you might need, feel free to contact me or Barbatos."

His eyes bore into yours as the words left his lips.

"You, however, will stay here. I believe there's still something I must discuss with you, isn't that right, y/n?"

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Solomon

Solomon found you amusing. That's for sure.

Your cute little reactions when he touches you. When he sneaks up on you.

He loved teasing you, playing with you, cause he loved the control he felt he had when your reactions play right into his desires.

So when you finally decided you had enough; decided that its time to turn the tables; he was quite...delightfully shocked...yet unusually flustered.

You knew that he was aware of your presence. He always knew when you were nearby.

And you knew that he was just waiting for you to pass him by so he could touch you obscenely, as he usually does.

But he didn't know, that while his back was turned, talking to some demon; you walked closer, hands ready, palms open.

Hearing you draw nearer, his head tilted slightly; the sly grin on his face already evident. But just as you were about to pass him, your hand came down with a loud slap.

"Hey baby," you grinned up at him, hand still on his ass as he stared down at you, flabbergasted. "I'll see you next period."

You gave him a wink and his ass a firm squeeze before walking away, leaving him to watch you go, shock still evident on his face.

He played it off. He let it go as some trick of light or maybe you were having an off day.

At least he tried to...until he felt your hand sliding up his thigh as you sat beside him next period.

"Hey...did you eat something bad or what?" he whispered, hand grasping at yours.

"I'm bored," you pouted, batting your eyes up at him. "Play with me."

"W-We're in class..." His eyes wavered, feeling your hand resume its tracing on his inner thigh.

"That didn't stop you before," you glared at him, your hand now groping at his hardening member.

He stared at you, dumbfounded, then with a defeated sigh, he leaned in and whispered.

"Fine...follow me to the bathroom in 5 minutes."

Needless to day, you learned that day the joy he felt watching your reactions, because nothing was more entertaining than seeing the sorcerer's face blush under your touch.

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𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

[ramblings-of-a-hopeful-heart]

Is obey me, family bonding time still ongoing?

PS, I just found you and I love your work :)

Yep! Still working on the other parts😉I’m looking at maybe 3 parts??

[ramblings-of-a-hopeful-heart]

Idk if u do hcs, and if u do hcs, any characters of ur choice + Dia or Solomon! If not, Dia or solomon with a very.. flirtatious, dominant, fmc (or gnmc if ur uncomfy) 🙈🙈 im gonna start simping for mc if this was their personality... 😅 (smut or not idc!)

I’d definitely like to try writing a dominant y/n. I haven’t written anything with Solomon either so I gotchu!! I’ll whip up something for you😉😘

[ramblings-of-a-hopeful-heart]

prompts list (150)

• fluff

“you look better in my clothes than i do.”

“i believe you.”

“is that my shirt?”

“can i play with your hair?”

“you can tell me anything.”

“isn’t the view beautiful?”

“my mother adores you.”

“they’re not you.”

“if you cry, i’ll cry ─ and that won’t be fun for anyone.”

“did you just kiss me?”

“i’ve dreamt about this.”

“is that a drawing of me?”

“i didn’t mean to say that but yeah, i love you.”

“of course i will.”

“wow, you’re photogenic.”

“i thought you'd never ask.”

“quick, kiss me!”

“you cancelled plans for me?”

“i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”

“that is not what the instructions say.”

“you remembered?”

“stop looking at me like that!”

“has anyone told you that your eyes sparkle in the moonlight?”

“how mad would you be if i kissed you?”

“you’re hugging me too tight!”

“my lipgloss is all over your lips.”

“that’s the first time i’ve ever seen you smile.”

“you’re lucky you’re hot.”

“i didn’t know you could sing.”

“you weren’t supposed to hear that!”

“shut up before i kiss you.”

“you give me butterflies.”

“i can’t think around you.”

“i just wanted to make you laugh.”

“kiss me better.”

“why’d you stop?”

“you wrote me a song?”

“i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”

“you ramble and it’s adorable.”

“are you blushing?”

“did i say that out loud?”

“hey, only i can call them that!”

“have you ever thought about how much worse our lives would be without each other?”

“i meant it when i said for better or for worse.”

“that’s the sixth time you’ve complimented me today.”

“nothing else matters except for you.”

“we could run away.”

“the world could be on fire and i’d still be happy as long as i'm with you.”

“they’re such an idiot. my idiot but still.”

“this isn’t adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you.”

• smut

“do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

“stop before someone sees!”

“do that again.”

“ten? i only need five.”

“on your knees.”

“enjoying the view?”

“that was the prettiest sound i’ve ever heard.”

“i didn’t think you were into that.”

“i trust you. do it.”

“next time we get into an argument, i’m reminding you that i took your virginity.”

“against the window? are you insane?”

“i’m going to ruin that pretty makeup.”

“now everyone’s going to know you’re mine.”

“i could do this all day.”

“louder, i want them to hear you.”

“you can finish if you beg.”

“do you want to come on my fingers or mouth?”

“you won’t be able to walk tomorrow when i’m through with you.”

“how funny do you think teasing is now?”

“after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy.”

“lay down and stay still.”

“are you doing that on purpose?”

“i didn’t like the way they were looking at you.”

“have they ever touched you like this?”

“i never noticed how beautiful filthy words could be.”

“were you masturbating?”

“my boyfriend/girlfriend would kill us.”

“keep quiet or someone’ll hear.”

“not so cocky now, are you?”

“is that new?”

“who gave you that?”

“are you jealous?”

“show me you’re mine.”

“i’ve been waiting all day to do this.”

“does that hurt?”

“lipstick’s a good look on you.”

“we should skinny dip.”

“as beautiful as you look, all i want to do is rip that dress off right now.”

“were you checking me out?”

“this isn’t what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you.”

“call me that again.”

“did i do that?”

“i’ll try it for you.”

“i think we just found a new kink.”

“i always hated spankings as a child.”

“leave the heels on.”

“i’d rather have your hands around my throat but the necklace will do.”

“what would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?”

“shut up and pin me down.”

“i thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. i was wrong, it's your moans.”

• angst

“do you love them?”

“you’re not sorry.”

“how did you find out?”

“don’t lie to me.”

“am i not important to you anymore?”

“i didn’t realise i was such an inconvenience.”

“do you think about them when you look at me?”

“how many times am i supposed to forgive you?”

“don’t raise your fucking voice at me.”

“i trusted you.”

“are you ashamed of me?”

“it was open and i read it.”

“i can’t deal with you right now.”

“did you ever really love me?”

“i see the way you look at them.”

“if you can’t live without me, then die.”

“i don’t believe you.”

“all you had to do was stay.”

“i knew you were too good to be true.”

“i don't need help and i don’t need you either.”

“some things aren’t meant to be.”

“all my friends told me you’d break my heart.”

“we can’t afford to do this anymore.”

“you deserve better.”

“it’s not safe.”

“i wish i’d never met you.”

“i can’t look at you.”

“get out.”

“was it worth it?”

“how could you let them say that about me?”

“there’s just no pleasing you, is there?”

“why don’t you give a shit?”

“how many times are you going to look me in the eye and lie to me?”

“i can’t do this if you don't trust me.”

“find someone else then.”

“don’t touch me!”

“they were there. you weren’t.”

“i don’t want to spend another second with you!”

“is your image really more important than us?”

“you win.”

“this isn’t what i wanted to happen.”

“i’d take our relationship back in a heartbeat.”

“you two deserve each other.”

“can’t you listen for one second?”

“you’ll be happier without me.”

“if you loved me, you wouldn’t have done it.”

“don’t you try to explain yourself!”

“you can’t take back what you said.”

“i don’t see the same person i loved when i look at you anymore.”

“why didn’t you fight for us?”

[ramblings-of-a-hopeful-heart]

Y’all ever have a moment when your heart just inexplicable hurts and you just lay there sad af.

I’ll be okay tomorrow, as I always am

I’ll smile again tomorrow, the way you’re used to

Just please let me not be okay right now

Let me cry. Let me breakdown.

And actually stay, even when I’m not the “me” you want

It really does hurt when you realize that no one is obligated to stay.

But it hits harder when you realize that some people only come for the rainbows but never stay for the storm.

[ramblings-of-a-hopeful-heart]

ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 - 𝕊𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕣 ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕠𝕟 (ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎)

Diavolo x Reader

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Smut/18+

Tags: breeding kink, size kink, praise, explicit language, rough sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, fingering, squirt alert, hair pulling.

Feel free to request, my lubs! <3

*Here you are, finding yourself ushered into one of the many rooms of, none other than, the Demon Lord's castle. In the dark room, only his words echoed through your mind. "Shelter, protection, safety...Anything else you might need, I will provide...under certain conditions."*

A/N: "Conditions" is a 'chapter/story with a plot' type of fanfic. It is all about 'you' fulfilling the conditions of your agreement to Diavolo. It will be mixed with fluff and NSFW (mostly nsfw of course.) "Sheer Crimson" is the first part and it is a LONG one so enjoy loves!

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

~*~*~*~

You were ushered into the empty room; heart thumping loudly as you wandered about, wondering where the Prince could be.

You tugged at your attire; the black fur lining of the crimson sheer robe tickling at your neck, when you finally made your way to the bed.

There you were, standing at the end of the bed, running your hands against the beautiful silk that adorned it, when you felt his hands slide up your waist, damp hair tickle at your jaw, and his lips against your neck.

"Your robe does absolutely nothing to hide your body, love," he mumbled, the ribbon twirling about his fingers. "While it looks magnificent, don't you think that such a useless thing should be discarded?"

You nodded silently, gulping. He tugged at the ribbon, the slow sound of unravelling cloth causing your breath to hitch.

The front of the robe fluttered open; his warm hands now running over every inch of exposed skin, up your torso and onto your shoulders as he slid the robe off, letting it fall on the ground.

You turned to face him, and as you did, his lips met yours in a gentle kiss. You fell back onto the bed, elbows holding you up, finally noticing the towel wrapped around his hips...and the bulging tent underneath.

Seeing the shock in your eyes, his fingers teased at your ankle, then encircled it; the other hand pulling at the towel, and letting it fall. You felt your pussy clench at the sight of his bulging cock, but with arousal also came intimidation.

“I-It’s too big!!” Flinching back, you wriggled your leg, struggling to shake off his grip at your ankles, but to no avail. “D-Dia…please…it’s not going to fit.”

You were seriously worried. You’ve used dildos before, yes. But none you’ve used before would even compare to the size of Diavolo.

But…now you wonder whether voicing it out was a good move, considering the dominating smirk that now tugged at his lips.

Hands still gripped at your ankles, Diavolo leaned over, pressing his lips against your inner thigh before yanking you back down so that your ass was just barely off the edge of the bed.

Fingers now dug into your hips, holding you in place as he pressed against your core.

Your head fell back, holding back whimpers, relishing in the feeling of him grinding against your wet slit; his shaft sliding, mind-numbing friction against your clit.

“You don’t have to be scared darling,” he mumbled, his thumb massaging at divots in your hips, grip still iron-clad. “That’s what my fingers are for. I’ll make sure you’re all stretched out…”

His face hovered over yours, lips teasing at your ear.

“…So that you can take my cock properly.” His grip loosened, fingers tracing down to rub at your clit.

He pushed one finger in, thrusting; his thumb rubbing at your clit.

His other hand slithered up your body, gripping, worshipping, teasing, until it finally latched onto the back of your head; fingers tangled within your locks, tugging as he tilted your head back.

His tongue licked up your throat, nipping at your exposed neck, chuckling, as he listened to your whimpering.

“You will take all of me.” No. It wasn’t an encouragement. It was a fact. A demand. You are going to take all of him. He’s going to fill you to the brim and so much more. No buts. No exceptions. “Every inch.”

He slipped another finger in, a groan of satisfaction eliciting from your lips. His fingers wriggled violently inside your wet cavern, hitting that spine-tingling spot with each curl of his fingers.

You were panting; My God, it was just his fingers but it was already overwhelming. Just moments ago you walked into this room head held high, but now here you were, knuckles white as you gripped onto his shoulders, trembling in his embrace.

Your scalp burned with the tightness of his grip at your hair, but fuck, you loved it so much. You loved him when he handled you like this.

The predatory eyes that watched every single minute contortion of your face. The eyes that told of everything he wanted to do to you and more. The tightly clenched jaw that showed exactly just how much control it took not go rougher. Not to just ravage you like a fucking animal. To wildly thrust into you, taking pride in the way you cried beneath him.

No. To him, your pleasure is of the utmost importance.

He will make you cum first. He’ll have you trembling, clenching on his fingers. Then he’ll fuck you senseless. He’ll fuck you past your high and thrust you into a completely different level.

Yes. Its better that way.

At least he’ll get to see that overstimulated, fucked silly look on your face.

When you beg him to slow down. Beg him to go faster. Beg him to finish.

Your trembling fingers trailed along his shoulders, sliding around to grip at the back of his neck, pulling him out of his deep, anticipating thoughts.

With whatever strength you had left, you pulled him down, crashing his lips against yours, just as he plunged at third finger in, catching your moans in his mouth.

“Oh God. D-Diavolo. Diavolo, please! I’m gonna-It’s weird! S-Slowly…Go slowly please! ”

He smiled down at you in that darling way; his grip on your hair loosening so he could caress at your cheek.

“Good girl.” Gently, he gripped at your jaw, planting a kiss on your lips despite your repeated cries. “Listen Darling. Listen to the filthy sounds your pussy is making. If you could only see the juices that’s leaking out from you right now.”

You felt your core throb; the lewdness of his words sending chills all throughout your body.

You felt a release building, different from the ones you achieved yourself. His fingers weren’t letting up. Not even in the slightest.

It was building. Yes. God it was overwhelming. The inevitable urge to release was strong.

You were crying, panting, muttering incoherent words as you burried your face against his neck.

“Go ahead darling.” He planted a kiss against your hair. Three fingers trashing wildly inside you, his other hand reached down, fingers pressing down against your clit.

And that was it. That was what unraveled you. The trembling of your body causing friction against the fingers pressed against your clit.

That was it.

“Oh…would you look at that,” he watched proudly as streams of liquid came spurting out onto his forearm, dripping down your ass, soaking the bed, and onto the floor. "My princess made a mess."

"I-I swear it's not-I didn't! I-I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, love." He whispered with a peck on the corner of your lips. "I love making you feel good."

His thrusting fingers slowed; his mouth devouring yours in fervent hunger and desperate need.

He pulled his fingers out slowly; the lewd sound a hint as to how wet you were exactly. His fingers glistened in the light as he held it up to your lips, sliding them in, pressing down on your tongue as you sucked.

His mouth, no longer entangled with yours, now busied themselves elsewhere. On your neck, on your jaw, and finally, on your chest.

He sucked and nipped at your perk nipple; his fingers tending to the other. And when he deemed that they were swollen enough, he sat up to admire his work.

Drool dripped from where you were dutifully cleaning your slick off of his fingers. Marks adorned your neck and chest as you lay heaving and slumped on his bed. Your nipples swollen from the attention his mouth had given.

His eyes drag further down, to where your legs lay spread and trembling, and his cock throbbed.

You shivered as you felt his thumbs rest on your lips.

No. Not the one on your face.

And ever so slightly, he pulled them apart, completely exposing your convulsing entrance

His cock ached at the sight of your hole, pink and throbbing, wet and dripping, open for him.

A hole to shoot his seed in.

A hole only for him to enter. Only him. His cock. His fingers…His tongue.

And that’s what he did.

You yelped, head shooting up as you watched the beautiful sight of crimson hair buried between your legs.

His tongue lapped at your juices, then with a kiss to your clit, his tongue prodded at your entrance, circling, teasing, pushing in, trying to taste your deepest parts.

His thumb found your clit again, rubbing faster and faster following the rhythm of his tongue, and once he had you cumming on his tongue, only then did he relent.

But not for long.

Because before you could even catch your breath, his thumbs still spreading your pussy lips, he lined up his cock and pushed in.

His eyes gleamed, a growl reverberating from his throat as he watched your beautiful hole stretch around his cock.

He was mesmerized, completely hypnotized by your tiny little human frame taking him in. He watched the way your pussy quivered around his shaft.

It wasn’t until he felt the warmth of your hand against his thigh that your voice finally registered in his senses.

“-ease…D-Dia-Diavolo, i-it won’t fit…please.”

His head snapped up, hands flying up to cup your crying face. He licked at the blood on your lips from where you bit down to try to keep silent.

“I’m sorry, love.” He placed gentle pecks on your lips; his whispers tickling at the sensitive skin. “Im sorry. Just a bit more darling. Just a bit more. Can you do that for me?”

He trusted you. He knows you’d say no if he asked. And you trusted him. You knew he’d stop everything the moment that you wanted to.

But you didn’t want to.

It hurts, yes. But…you wanted him all. Everything he had to offer, you wanted it.

Every. Inch.

You nodded, arms wrapping around him, your tongue slithering into his mouth.

“I want you. All of you,” you whispered.

He broke the kiss, looking down at you, eyes seeking, still unsure whether he should continue.

And in response, you spread your legs wider, both hands reached down and spread your pussy lips, presenting yourself to him.

“Please, your highness. Put it all in.”

You knew he loved it when you called him that. So you used it to your advantage.

Every semblance of control he had left went flying out the window as he latched on to your hips. With a squelch of your wetness and a loud slap, Diavolo plunged his everything into your cunt.

You gasped, hands now trapped where you two connected.

Shocks rippled up your spine, fading slowly as he remained still.

“Beautiful. So…breathtakingly…beautiful.” He panted, lips devouring yours once more.

He gave one test thrust. Then another. And another. And finally, after confirming that you are alright, he began.

Moan after moan, cry after cry, fell endlessly from your lips as he entered you repeatedly, his cock forcing your walls wide open.

“Ahhh, your highness! Diavolo! Diavolo! Please please please.”

He grasped at the back of your head once more, the other arm wrapped around your back, holding you against him for a kiss as he thrusted rhythmically, swallowing up your calls for him.

Fuck you were in pain moments ago…but now you just want him deeper, faster, harder.

Your fingers teased down to his waist, and when he felt your nails sink down on his flesh, drawing blood, he yanked hard at your hair, tilting your head back to meet his eyes.

You whimpered at the feeling, seeing the dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Careful, love,” he growled, eyes boring into yours as he slammed into you. “Its your first time so I’m trying to control myself. But if you want to go rougher, I might not be able to help it.”

“R-Rougher. Please your highness. Please. Harder.”

You heard him cuss under his breath.

“If that is what you want then..."

His fingers dug into your hips once more, holding you against him as he stood upright, to his fullest height. Only your elbows held you up. Not even your back could touch the bed as you dangled from his grip; your body feeling like nothing more than jelly being rocked back and forth as he incessantly rammed into you with full force.

Your insides must be mush. That’s all you could think about. The way his cock plunged into you mercilessly, fighting against the walls that only grew tighter. It must be mush.

Lewd sounds of slapping skin and squelching filled the room, along with the groans and grunts of Diavolo, himself, that proved to be a lot more arousing than your own moans and cries.

Your body trembled, mind-numbing release coming one after the other, but no matter what, he didn't slow.

You felt like a ragdoll. Your limp body to be used by him, only for his pleasure.

"A...little...more...darling," he panted, shifting his grip to pull you up to his chest. "Just a little more."

You silenced his words with your lips; your hands gripping at his hair and shoulders as his hooked beneath your knees, holding you up and open for him.

Your mouths mangled messily. All rhythm completely lost in the pure ecstasy of the moment and the high he so badly craved.

"Dia-Ah! Please! I-I can't anymore!"

You felt it again. The strange feeling akin to a full bladder, but not really. The feeling from before.

"T-Tight..." He growled. Still his cock pistoned through your tightness. "Y-You're so tight. Is my darling close again?"

"Mhm." You nodded against his shoulders; your whimpers dwindling to nothing more than mere squeaks and useless, dummified attempts at words.

You had absolutely nothing left. The building, cluttering sensations left no room in your mind for logical thought. All you knew was the warmth of his tongue sliding against yours, the delicious pain from the fingers clamped on your waist, the sweat that mixed between your rubbing bodies, the way his cock slammed into depths you didn't know was possible.

He nestled his face into your neck; his grunts tickling at your skin. And with one last slam of his hips, he released inside you. With his release came yours, squirting out in built up pressure to mix with the puddle already on the floor.

He held your trembling frame in his arms a while longer, whispering a chorus of praises into your ears.

"You were amazing, love. You did great." His lips pressed a searing kiss on your neck, causing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders a little tighter. "Thank you, my princess."

Slowly, he pulled out, a whimper escaping your lips as he did. You felt his essence dripping out, sliding down your ass and onto the floor along with yours.

He glanced down, eyes darkening once more at the sight of your releases mixed, and held you tighter.

"My cum is leaking, darling." He cupped a hand at your entrance, watching the translucent white dripping from your hole. "Hm. Then I guess I'll have to fill you up again."

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𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

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Cloud Strife x Fem! Reader NSFW Prompts

First Time

You help get rid of Cloud’s stress

You help Alpha! Cloud during his rut

Drunk sex

Birthday sex (Cloud’s birthday)

Skinny Dipping

Making love on honeymoon

Cloud helps distract you during thunderstorm

‘I missed you’ sex (Cloud comes back)

Dominate Cloud Strife

Night after wedding

Finding out Clouds kinks

Emotional sex

Friends with benefits

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𝓕𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 (𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦): 𝓟𝓽 1

𝕄𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Smut/18+

Tags: Explicit language, fingering, voyeurism, over stimulation, rough sex, vaginal sex, mentions of double penetration, slight possessiveness

A/N: Inspiration called...and I answered XD It's been awhile since I last wrote T-T

Feel free to request, my lubs! <3

*You can’t recall exactly when it started, but it goes without saying that it is now an unshakeable weekend “tradition”...if you had to put it into words. Yes. A weekend intimate tradition. The House Of Lamentations’ dirty little secret, per se.*

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

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“Mammo- Ma- Mmh.” His mouth on yours was ruthless, needy, and unrelenting. “W-Wait…please…S-Slow down!”

Your eyes shut tightly, trying to avoid making eye contact with the watchful eyes of his brothers as they watched their brother ravage you.

“I ain’t slowing down, y/n,” He chuckled, one hand slipping into your shorts, rubbing at your clit through the soaked cloth. “ And I most definitely ain’t waitin’.”

He caught your soft moans in his mouth as he moved your panties to the side, plunging two fingers into your wet cavern. You felt his lips tilt into a smirk against yours, feeling how aroused you were by him.

You could almost hear the gulps of the brothers as they restrained themselves at the sound of your wetness sloshing around Mammon’s fingers.

He was rough, fast; He loved seeing that strain on your face as he brought you to your peak, only to leave you dangling and unsatisfied, leaving nothing but the needy frustrated whimper that left your lips.

He pulled his fingers out just as you felt that coil tighten in your abdomen, and with a boastful grin to his brothers, he brought it up to his mouth; his tongue licking at his fingers, slick with your juices.

“Get on all fours, human, and spread your legs wide for me.”

You did as you were told, feeling Mammon’s fingers move your loose shorts and underwear aside as he lined himself up at your entrance, pushing in as he stretched you out slowly.

“Undress her already before I shove you aside and do it for you.”

Your eyes shot to the side at the owner of the impatient voice, only to see Belphie, dick in hand and a strained face.

Mammon was not one for clothed sex. It didn’t really matter to him since you could turn him on, whether you were dressed or undressed. But around his brothers, he did prefer clothed. He hated the idea of any other man’s eyes falling onto your bare skin. But he hated the idea of being the only one not to participate in this…family bonding time…even more.

“Hey! Wait your turn,” Mammon glared. “Interrupt me and I’ll be the one to lock you up myself.”

“What’s the big deal?” Belphie’s eyes glinted as he stared down into yours, a twisted knowing grin plastered on his face as he rubbed the tip of his dick. “She’s taken multiple dicks at once before. I bet you that asshole of hers is still nice and loose for-”

“Belphegor,” Lucifer’s commanding voice interrupted. “Don’t provoke him. If he suddenly turns while he’s inside her, y/n might get hurt…And that won’t do any of us any good.”

You faced forward, your eyes meeting Lucifer’s indifferent ones as he glared down at you. A chill ran down your spine, every nerve in your body sensing danger in the way he stared at you. He may be good at suppressing it, but nothing can hide the dark lust swimming in his eyes as he watched your face intently. Every moan, every pleasurable contortion on your face made his cock throb with need…made all of their cocks throb with need.

“Come on, my little human,” Mammon mumbled, his pants fanning your shoulder from behind as he reached around, tilting your head to look back at him. “Look at me when I’m fucking you, hm?”

He gripped at your jaw, pulling you up and back against his chest as he thrusted up into you; his mouth melding with yours once more.

You could feel the tears flowing down your face as your legs trembled beneath you; your release dripping down your thighs, pooling onto the floor.

Your eyes widened suddenly, feeling something warm and wet licking at your thighs, only to look down and see the familiar head of orange hair.

“Hey! Beel!” Mammon yelled, jumping up and suddenly bringing you to your feet, his dick still hard and nestled within you.

“I’m not interrupting, am I?” Beel mumbled, unbothered, still licking at the juices on your thighs. “Isn’t it a shame to let y/n’s juices go to waste like this?”

Deeming Beel’s rationale as unarguably true, Mammon sighed against the nape of your neck, only to continue thrusting once more.

“Don’t worry bout them. It’s my cock makin’ ya feel good.” Your pussy quivered at his obscene words; your own hips moving to meet his harsh trusts with a loud slap. “Whatever they do, you only need to focus on me.”

You brought your arms up, hands gripping at the arm now wrapped around your torso from behind as your mouth’s danced against each other’s.

A sudden yelp erupted from your lips as you felt Mammon’s other hand rub at your clit as he pounded into you from behind.

“M-Mammon…I…I can’t…I’m…I’m gonna-”

Your legs struggled to keep yourself standing, fortunately for demons, Mammon’s strength alone with one arm was enough to support your entire weight. He stood upright, your toes just barely touching the floor.

He held you in his arms like a rag doll as he drove his hips into you unwaveringly, his fingers rubbing roughly at your clit.

Your cries echoed throughout the room. That’s all you could do…cry, as incoherent pleas spill continuously from your lips.; the sound of slapping skin, the feeling of Mammon’s warmth, his roughness, his arms, his warm breath against you overwhelming everything else, completely forgetting about the orange-haired man licking at you.

“Fuck, baby,” Mammon’s arms tightened around you, as he grunted and moaned softly against your neck. Sounds limited only to you.

You felt yourself being thrusted to your peak, absolutely breathless, everything that built up in your womb spilling out as you screamed in pure, unbridled ecstasy.

“M-Mammon! P-Please!” He thrusted his cock into your pussy, still pulsating from your orgasm, forcing your tight walls to open itself up for him as he chased so badly for his release.

“I’m cumming, y/n. Fuck, yes. You are so good. So good. That’s my human. My good little girl.”

With one final thrust, he held you in place as he released inside you, panting against your neck the mindless phrases he has for his human.

Your body fell limp in his arms, and your head fell forward, meeting the gaze of the orange-haired man still kneeling before you; a smirk tilting at his lips as he swiped at the juices that squirted on his face.

Beelzebub slid his hands up your legs, gripping at your thighs. He planted a soft kiss against your thigh, and with a sly smile up at you, he whispered:

“Our turn.”

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𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

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