ryuucam

[ryuucam]

whos ur fav natlan character? i think itd be SO cool of u to write some nsfw hcs for the natlan main cast. id totally invite u to my bday party <3

hi nonnie !!

i havent rly kept up w the natlan archon quest </3 stopped playing in 5.0-early 5.1 so im still not too familiar w all the characters ..

but i have mualani n she’s so cute ♡ definitely one of my fav characters .. then ororon, he’s so fine idc i love emo boys!!! kinich n ajaw are soooo funny too

but ofc ill write something !! have a good day nonnie

[ryuucam]

im in LOVEEEE with your newest work😭 i love faux/stepcest sm i hope you can do it again in the future!!!

hi nonnie ! thank u (о´∀`о) i was thinking about writing some more fauxcest actually !! if u have any reqs feel free to send them in ♡

[ryuucam]

FAMILY MATTERS

⋆｡𖦹°‧ despite being just a year younger than him, kuroo has always been overprotective: that’s what good childhood friends do, after all. so when you confide in him your crush on his best friend, bokuto, he’ll match you two up, on just one condition. he’ll be the one to fuck you first.

contains dark content, fauxcest (kuroo and reader have a sibling complex, no one’s related but the lines are very blurry), yan!kuroo, jock!bokuto, love triangles (no action between kuroo and bokuto), size kink, threesome, lots of pet names, spit, nii-chan x imouto, virgin!reader, dumbification, daddy (used once), spitroasting, blowjob, fingering, aftercare!, implied cuckolding/netorare (?), open ending, 4k + words.

notes me next OMG WHO SAID THAT!!!! ending sucks sorry guys </3 but im a sucker for kuroo nii

your parents split up before you were born, leaving you in a family friend’s care. a sweet, middle aged man, mr. yoshimura, who had no kids and no immediate family. he knew the lack of a parent - let alone two - is not something that’s easy on children, so he moved to tokyo, in a neighborhood full of kids and families, in hopes of raising you surrounded by peers and whatnot. despite this, 5 year old you didn’t know any better: all alone, in a place you don’t know, and too timid to become friends with any of the kids in the local playground. but, when little you was just about to sob and run back to your house, a boy, one year older at best, stopped you.

“why’re you alone?” you’re quiet. then he flashes you a smile (and even if he’s missing his front tooth, it’s sweet), so you gather your courage and speak up. “i just moved here.” the boy laughs. “i’ll be your friend then!”

and that’s what kuroo is - a friend. a great one, of course, but even since then he’s set his mind of taking care of you. you grew up like siblings: both pained at the loss of your mother, both around the same age, and luckily enough, your house was just in front of his. so it’s only natural that you guys are close - sure, kenma hangs out with you guys when he manages to leave the house - but the bond you have is special. it’s unbreakable. you had countless sleepovers, hangouts, even cuddles when you first got your period and were in too much pain to do anything. the line was always a bit blurry, but you never paid any mind to it. kuroo is like your brother, and you both joke about it sometimes - calling you imouto and him onii chan, you viewed your relationship as entirely platonic, familial at best.

on the other hand, kuroo became smitten with you from your first meeting, only discovering his feelings when you were thirteen and puberty hit: everything became a bit too awkward, and your regular sleepovers gradually stopped. at sixteen, kuroo had already two small relationships under his belt, all while chastising you when you spent a bit too much time with any guy friend - he’s not good for you, you deserve better… are all excuses kuroo came up with to prevent you from getting your heart broken. at nineteen, kuroo’s in the third year of high school, and is about to graduate. you’ve grown now: you’re taller, prettier, and your body is… different, to say the least. testuro feels awful about his thoughts, but he’d be lying if he didn’t say he woke up with countless hard ons for years on end, involuntarily upsetting his girlfriends who were just placeholders compared to you. but, kuroo keeps scolding you when you forget your lunch or your scarf: “niichan’s not gonna be around forever, kay? gotta learn to take care of yourself, hm?” and you just nod, letting him do his thing because he’s naturally flirty. right?

however, kuroo is demoted to second place when you meet him: 6’2, awfully muscular and sickeningly sweet, one too many “that score was for ya, pretty!”, and a bit dumb but with a big heart (and big bulge in his shorts) - bokuto kotaro. he doesn’t go to your school, unfortunately, but it’s close enough for him to be at your school’s gymnasium regularly for countless volleyball matches with kuroo’s team. he’s sweet, sure, a bit dense, but very nice nonetheless. when he sees you, he always runs up to you, big smile and all, asking about your day, sometimes sneaking in some flirting - “good day, right y/nnie? hehe, couldn’t wait to see ya today. ya look as pretty as i thought you’d be!”. you always blush at the implications, and gradually you fond yourself smiling a bit more and blushing a bit harder. you twirl your hair when he talks to you, bat your eyelashes, not too much, but enough to make bokuto’s head spin and cock leak.

kuroo notices - of course he does. he’s always looking at you, naturally worried about what you’re up to, who’re you talking to. his heart beats a little bit faster, pumping envy and jealousy right into his veins, only fueling the deeply rooted love he has for you. he’s fuming, and it translates into the field perfectly: his spikes are a bit too harsh, a bit less precise, ultimately ending up hitting his friends in the head (and he goes back to normal soon after, apologizing and saying he wasn’t as concentrated). today’s match ends in a tie, fortunately for you, who are rooting for both teams - your niichan’s and bokuto’s. as you busy yourself talking to kenma after the match (or, blabbering about how cool bokuto looked, how strong he is, how big his muscles are, all the while kenma does nothing but sigh), the team captains are both changing in the locker room.

and of course, they’re nineteen and immature, so locker room talk is inevitable - but today, there’s just the two of them, the rest of the teams had left early. bokuto’s the one who speaks up first, while he runs a towel over his drenched hair. “so, kuroo… y’r sis was all dolled up today, don’tcha think?” kuroo doesn’t correct his friend. “guess so. that’s just her school uniform, though. ya think that’s dolled up?” “c’mon, the skirt was lots shorter! she’s got great legs too.” bokuto giggles, the thought of your exposed legs going straight to the bulge in his shorts. kuroo doesn’t laugh: well, of course you looked stunning, but bokuto’s just so crude about it, he thinks. “yeah, she’s hot.” kuroo mutters, earning a whistle from bokuto. “damn, thought ya’d kill me for sayin’ that over your imouto. well, whatever, she’s an eye candy, and a real smart girl too. she’s definitely my type, bro!”. kuroo fakes a laugh. “yeah, maybe she’s into you too. maybe she likes himbos.” “huh? ya think?” kuroo sighs.

when they’re done, they find you all bundled up next to the gym entrance, dozing off. your knees are pushed up to your chest, and your legs rest around your legs. your lips are slowly parted and the soft wind is blowing your hair just right. kuroo’s in awe - you’ve always been pretty, to say the least, but some days he swears you were made for him to see, to worship. bokuto chuckles, as if hearing his best friend’s inner dialogue, and his gaze follows the curves and shadows of your body, finding itself stuck on your glossy lips. bokuto hesitates a second too long, and kuroo’s the first to reach out to you, kneeling next to where you’re sitting. his hand caresses your hair, gently, with the experience of someone who’s been taking care of you for 14 years now. his face hovers near yours, hand sneaking up to your shoulder. “princess, wake up. lemme take you home.”, he breathes out, voice soft and meant only for you to hear. you begin to stir, subconsciously moving your face dangerously close to his. “tetsu?” his breath hitches. “yeah, pretty? ya tired?” “mhm.” kuroo chuckles, and takes you into his arms, slowly petting you awake. your body is pressed snugly against his, smaller and softer, as if it was made exactly for him to hold. he’s quiet when he feels his cock straining against his pants, too preoccupied with lifting you up. once you’re standing up, you rub your eyes, trying to make the sleepiness go away - and bokuto feels like his heart’s melting. “y’re pretty cute, ain’tcha?” he smiles. you’re suddenly reminded of his presence, the interaction you just with nii- no, with kuroo, suddenly makes you feel even more embarrassed.

kuroo breaks the uncomfortable silence. “we’ve got to go home.” you want to protest, but maybe he’s right. he wants to take care of you. so you nod, and wave goodbye to bokuto, before walking over to your childhood friend. as you two walk to your house, you make small talk - the chemistry test you had today, which he tutored you for, his university plans, the match he’s had today. “can i tell you something?” you ask, soft smile on your face. “hm? yeah. what’s up, cutie?” you giggle at the nickname - it’s sweet, childish, and he’s always called you that. “i think ‘m getting a crush on bokuto.”

and unexpectedly, he laughs. “really? ya like kotaro? dunno if he’s good for you, princess.” you nod - the weird feeling you had about the tension between the two captains is now gone - and are quick to defend him. “huh? why not? he’s so tall ‘n he’s so sweet!” you’re now outside your front door. kuroo pats your head, messing up your hair, earning a huff of frustration from you. “whatever ya want, cutie.” and he leans closer to you. it’s not unusual: he’s always been touchy. his lips hover near yours, and you feel like time stops. then, he presses a peck near the corner of your mouth. your face’s beet red - he’s never kissed you like this before - and you stammer out some words. “h-huh? wh-what’s that for, tetsu?” he chuckles, before turning around, about to leave. “can’t let him take you away from me. had you first.”

you spend the night tossing and turning in your bed, unable to catch any sleep. you sigh, and grab your phone, scrolling through your texts and notifications - one of which catches your attention: a dm on instagram. you open it, and you’re met by bokuto’s profile. you blush, feet kicking under the covers, and hurry to reply.

bokuto.taro1: hey hey pretty girl, just wanted to say you looked very pretty today. let me take ya out, yeah? let me show ya how serious i am about you.

your legs squeeze together - even his texting is attractive.

y/nniee: hi!! thank uu :) id love that actually

bokuto.taro1: ofc you do cutie. gotta ask permission to your nii-chan first, tho.

your breath hitches. right, kuroo. if he gave you a kiss just because you mentioned liking bokuto, you don’t know what he’ll do if he finds out he wants to take you out. your train of thought is interrupted by another ping from your phone.

bokuto.taro1: but seriously, baby, you’re so pretty. been thinking about you for a while now.. your skirts are gonna kill me one day.

bokuto.taro1: it’s late. better go to sleep, hm? before your nii nii finds out you’ve been texting me all night.

the date with bokuto went well. a movie theater date, watching the new horror movie you’ve seen all over your social media. he held your hand, bought you popcorn, and left you at your doorstep at 11 pm sharp. when he was about to leave, you spoke up. “w-wait.” “hm? what is it?” he turns around, curious. you walk over to him, and you cup his cheek. you pull him closer, and closer, until you’re both so close you’re breathing the same air. “want me to kiss ya?” you nod. he gets impossibly closer to you, and presses his lips on your jawline. “mhm, ya sure? tetsu’s gonna kill me.” his lips keep moving, now nibbling on your ear. you whimper. “please, kotaro? jus’ one kiss?” he giggles against your ear lobe, and brings his face back to yours, softly locking you in a soft, chaste kiss. your lips are soft, glossy, untouched, but it’s not enough for either of you.

“can’t do anythin’ more, princess. you don’t know what i’d do to ya right now, all pretty and shit. but your nii chan wants to be careful, you got it? ‘m gonna take great care of you if you let us.”

“n-nii chan?” “yeah, baby.” bokuto presses his lower body against yours, painfully hard cock poking your tummy. you whimper: it’s even bigger than what you imagined. bokuto can only laugh - you’re so tiny compared to him. “you feel it? that’s how hard- fuck - you make me. every day. have me tuggin’ at my cock for hours, can’t go down if i’m thinking about you, baby girl. you want it?” you nod, eyes glossy and lips parted, desperate to feel his bulge closer. “then ya’ve got to let your nii nii watch when i fuck you, alright? he wants to see his imouto get taken care of.” your heart stops - what? everything about this makes your poor head spin: what does kuroo have to do with this? well, you know he’s overprotective, but never this much. and there’s a little part of you that’s screaming at the creepiness of this situation. your niichan? your… brother? he wants to fuck you? well, in his defense, you’re not actual siblings, but you’ve always been so close - your stomach does a flip at the realization that each time you’d called him niichan, he had probably gotten off on it. you’re brought back to reality when bokuto presses another peck on your forehead, sweet, infantilizing, further dumbing you down to a poor, helpless little girl. “baby - whaddaya think? hm? we’re gonna take care of ya.” and you’re so ashamed of yourself when you nod in agreement.

so here you are - at home, sprawled on your soft mattress, as you wait for kuroo to come over. when bokuto called him, you’re sure you’ve heard a breathy laugh - dark, sinister, but you’re not too sure: even if this is a bit creepy, kuroo’s a good guy, right? your niichan who won’t let anything bad happen to you. bokuto senses your worries, hushing and shushing you by straddling your body. his lips press against yours, but it’s messier, wetter, than last time: they move with experience on top of yours, and as soon as you part your mouth slightly, he stuffs it with his fat tongue, exploring your hole. the room’s filled with your “ah- nghn… oh! a-ah…”s, and bokuto’s “quiet, girlie, lemme kiss ya a bit more…” as he sucks on your tongue. the kiss feels like it’s out of a porn comic - the ones you found on twitter, the ones you spent endless nights reading while rubbing desperately your clit. your tongues dance together, messy and desperately dirty, but it has you going dumb in seconds.

then, you hear a whistle coming out of your door. kuroo’s standing there, arms crossed as he watches bokuto’s much bigger body engulf yours. he has a big grin on his face - probably because of the sweet sounds you’re letting out, or because you look so cute with a much bigger man kissing you stupid. “bo, c’mon, let y/nnie breathe. right, cutie? he kissed you stupid already?” he breathes, getting closer to your bed. you’re tucked into the mattress, on top of your pink, girly sheets, hiding your trembling body behind your plushies (most of which were a gift from kuroo). kuroo sits on your bed, hand resting on your thigh, while bokuto leans back to take in your disheveled look - messy hair, smudged makeup, swollen lips. “tetsu…” you whimper, seeking comfort in someone you known so well. “see, bo? told you she needs to be taken care of.” kuroo turns to bokuto, his cheshire grin never faltering. bokuto laughs, then points at you with his head, bringing his friend’s attention back to you. “oh, princess”, kuroo coos, “poor thing. want me to take care of you?” you nod. the ache in your now drenched panties is unbearable, making your head spin and eyes tear up: you need it to stop, to go away - your hypersensitivity is so cute. so endearing, innocent.

just like the sweet, sugary kisses kuroo presses on your cheeks as bokuto begins to massage your shoulders. “hey, cutie”, he brings your attention back to him. “lemme undress you, hm? don’t hafta do anythin’, sweet girl, i’ll take care of ya.” “hm, ngh… y-yes plea-ah-se!” and he gets to work. he leaves you in your underwear - a baby pink cotton set, with bows and white details. so cute. bokuto can’t enjoy the show as much as he’d like to, though, because kuroo’s hand flows to one of your breasts, cupping the soft flesh he’s dreamed of for ages. you stifle your moans: the feeling is so foreign and weird, but it’s so good. “angel,” tetsuro speaks against your ear, voice sending electricity throughout your body, “always dreamt about this. about your pretty body.” his thumb moves to your covered nipple, already hard and pressed snugly against the fabric of your bra. “n-nii chan…” kuroo feels his cock strain - oh, you pervert. you nasty, dirty girl, calling him big bro when he’s rubbing your tits sore. but, he can’t scare you away. he wants to hear you keep calling him that, to show bokuto your bond is stronger than any other you’ll ever have.

so kuroo’s quiet. “what is it, imouto?”

the name makes your neglected cunny twitch. but everything is feels so good, four hands touching and pawing at you, two hot men on your bed kissing you stupid. so you keep going - puffing up your lips. “wanna kiss. please.” your gaze flickers between bokuto and kuroo, but eventually settling on the latter. kotaro can wait, right? but oh, kissing your tetsu feels so wrong. unfortunately for you, he doesn’t hesitate, locking your lips together. it’s messy, raw, and so unbearably wrong, but it makes your pussy pulse a bit more, and it almost calms down the anxiety pooling into your stomach. it’s your tetsu, your niichan - yes, it’s wrong, but he knows you best, no? that’s why he’s here.

bokuto’s jealous - why is he here if you’re gonna kiss your brother all night? so he acts. he, not without a struggle, unhooks your bra, letting your pretty tits fall exposed. you whimper, but it goes unnoticed as bokuto latches his mouth on your other nipple, sucking harshly the warm flesh. your head spins, and you feel like fainting when kuroo mimics his friend. they lick, bite, mark your tits, leaving them all swollen and bruised. your mouth feels empty, and you tentatively reach over to the two men. “ca-ahn, can you… nghm, guys k-kiss me more? ‘m achin’ do-down there…” oh. they were both so intent on competing with each other, they stopped coddling their sweet girl. kuroo goes back to kissing you, pulling you into his lap as you face bokuto. the former’s cock is pressed against the swell of your ass, and the latter is kissing your body, going lower and lower until he presses a final, wet kiss on your panty clad pussy.

“bo, take em off. she soiled her panties anyway.” kuroo orders, voice slightly muffled because he just won’t stop kissing you. bokuto does just that - he pecks your cunny two more times, then rolls down your drenched underwear, leaving your pretty pussy bare. the two men feel their cocks pulsing: the sight of your cunt being almost too much for them to handle. it’s puffy, wet, but twitching and they can see your little clit peeking from your squishy folds. tetsuro squeezes your tits, and speaks up. “princess - y’want a cock in there? want us to fuck you?” how can he be so crude about this? but your pretty cunny is screaming at you to stuff her, to make her feel so full, so you whimper out an answer. “mh-mhm tetsu… pl-please…mhgn.. o-one of you…” bokuto smiles and pets your head, his much bigger hand messing up your hair. “lemme do it - please? lemme ruin your pretty cunny, baby, fuck, she looks so pretty. ‘m gonna stuff her nice ‘n well, princess, jus’ how you wanna.” kuroo let’s out a dry laugh. “what’s gotten you so worked up, bo? her pussy that pretty?” kuroo jolts you into his lap, positioning your jerking cunt right on top of his clothed, painfully hard cock, earning a loud moan from you. he softens when you whimper and moan - you’re too fucked out, too dumb already, so you need to be fucked by someone’s who’s careful, caring. “y/nnie.”

his voice is grounding, strict, something you’ve heard all your life. your nii-chan, your tetsuro. he is a comforting presence throughout all of this - so you nod. “please-ahse, nii-channgh… oh!” “please what, princess? want me to be the one to fuck your angelcunt first?” “mhm! please!” bokuto sighs - should’ve known the pretty girl he’s liked for a few months now had a brother complex. kuroo turns you around, so that you’re facing him. he undoes his zipper, letting his cock spring free from the tightness of his boxers. it’s thick, with a stupidly red, fat tip that’s leaking so much precum. your mouth waters at the sight - your nii chan’s dick rests above your cunny, and it looks so big. then, you see another pair of hands sneak from behind, squeezing your waist, your hips, and resting near your crotch. bokuto’s hard, muscular chest is pressed against your back, head resting on your shoulder, and his thumb inches closer and closer to your clit. “kuroo, y’re gonna stick your dick in her without rubbin’ her clit? just for a bit, i-i’ll do that.” kuroo’s taken aback - he was so focused on making you his, on marking you before anyone else, that he forgot about easing your nerves. you throw your head back as bokuto’s fingers slip inside your hole, thumb drawing hearts on your clit, while his other hand pinches and rubs your nipple. “ta-ah, taro! nghn… ah- uh - ‘m g-gonna…!” your cry out.

his attack on your cunt is rough, hypocritically so when he just chastised kuroo for not taking care of you. “ya can do it, puppy, sing more for me mkay? wanna hear ya scream for me while i cuddle yer cunt. she’s so fuckin’ tight, holy shit. she’s loud too, hear that, y/nnie?”the squelching noises of your sopping pussy are so embarrassing, and the way he talks about it is so dirty - but it makes your slimy walls flutter around his fingers even tighter. “da-hmph!” “what’s that, bunny? what’re ya trying to call me, huh?” “da-ah… daddy…”

oh, fuck. bokuto presses his thumb harder on your clit, making you scream as you cum for the first time that night. kuroo’s cock twitches as he seethes - so jealous of the sweet moment between you and his friend. he can’t let you think about bokuto, no, he needs to bring you back to him - so he nudges his tip against your hole, swatting away the hands of the other man, uncaring of your pleas and cries. his tip’s big - and kuroo knows that making you ride him will hurt. but all the better for him, he’s gonna shape your insides to fit his cock only.

“angel.” you sniffle. “angel, ‘m gonna put it in, kay? focus on me.” “nii-chan…” “yeah, fuck. just like that, pretty, keep callin’ me - wanna hear you. ‘m gonna teach you how to sit on cock, yeah?” you nod. kuroo kisses you as he slips it in, popping your cherry. it’s painful, yes, but it’s so big, you’re so full - you’re already going dumb on your nii chan’s cock. kuroo positions your limp body so that you’re fully impaled by his length, fully sitting on it. “you’ve gotta bounce on it, bunny, make your nii chan cum.” you cry, fat tears streaming down your cheeks, but you do that regardless - because you want your kuroo nii to feel good. when he cums, he does it in you, cock kissing your cervix stupid, letting his fluids stain your cunny. you cream around him soon after, crying out for your nii chan.

then, kuroo reluctantly slips out of you. there’s a small pause, then you’re stuffed again. only this time, it’s bokuto’s cock that’s seeking your tight heat. he slipped into you from behind, and he presses you down on the bed - face down, ass up. “didn’t wanna be mean, baby. jus’ needed your pussy. so, so bad - forgive me, yeah?” “‘s fi-fine, taro, feels so - fuck! so g-good!” your voice is muffled, face smothered in blankets and plushies. as bokuto slams his cock in and out of you, you’re hugging one of the teddy bears - this one specifically was a gift from kuroo for your finals day last year. it makes you all warm and fuzzy, subconsciously clenching your cunt even tighter around his friend’s cock. kuroo notices - and he thinks you’re so cute, all needy for him even when you have another dick in you.

so he takes his cock in his hand again, and turns your head around: his tip kisses your lips, prodding at your mouth. “y/nnie… wanna suck here for a bit? make you feel all better.” and you hazily do so. as bokuto plows into you, you take kuroo’s dick in your mouth, slowly working your way down his shaft. you kiss his tip, lick it, suck on it to get used to the taste; it’s comforting, grounding, making you don’t feel as anxious as you’d be while having your first time. kotaro caresses your head as you start bobbing it up and down tetsuro’s length. “good fuckin’ girl - so sweet for us. such an angel, right kuroo?” “mh? yeah. makes me wanna do this again- fuck, y/nnie, i’m going to cum… don’t have to swallow, kay? you’re doing so good for nii chan.” tears pool in your eyes, both from the reassurance and the knot in your stomach snapping - you cum around kotaro’s cock, just as kuroo’s member slips out of your mouth and his cum splatters on your giggling tits and lips. bokuto cums soon later, dick going flaccid inside of your cunt.

you collapse on the bed, exhausted.

you’re awoken by the feeling of soft fabric on your skin - someone’s cleaning up your body. you pry one eye open, and both boys are still here. before you can say anything, bokuto speaks. “you were so good for us, sweetheart. thank you for letting us fuck you, yeah?” you blush - suddenly hyper aware of the situation you were just in. you look over at kuroo, who’s the one cleaning up your used pussy. “tetsu?” “yeah, baby? he’s right - such an angel.”

once they’re done cleaning you up, you squirm back into your blankets, tired. kuroo’s hand caresses your head, and bokuto’s holding your hand. you feel so safe, taken care of. “can you guys sleep here tonight?”

bokuto knows deep down that he can’t compete with kuroo. he loves you, he really does, but there’s just something so fucked up about your bond - and he feels bad for you. how you’re so dependent on kuroo for everything. how you’re such a fragile, pathetic girl enabled by the one you trust the most. you’re beyond fixing - he noticed how you clenched when you called him your big bro, how you went for his cock with no hesitation, how you let him fuck you after you went on a date with another guy. maybe it’s not that bad. you’re not actually related, right? it’s just a pet name, maybe that’s what childhood friends do. sure, that must be it.

kuroo notices. of course he does. and he’s got everything where he wants it to be. you sleeping on his chest (well, your hand is holding kotaro’s, but it could he worse), and a tissue with your mixed fluids thrown in the bin right next to the bed as proof of your actions just a few hours ago. but, he can’t lie: he feels somewhat guilty, maybe subconsciously so, for taking advantage of you. he knows his friend’s awake, and you’re in such a deep sleep, you probably won’t stir even if they chat for a bit.

“bo?” “yeah?” “i’m not gonna lie to you. i really don’t want you guys to go out together.” “yeah, figured as much - bokuto laughs - but you’re still my best friend and i still like her. even if you’re a creep for calling her sis when you’re fucking her, man.” there’s no malice in the air - just plain boy rivalry. kuroo replies after a few seconds. “she still lost her virginity to her nii chan. guess i’m not the only weirdo here. but still, dude, ‘m not gonna let her go so easily.”

bokuto sighs - he knows you’ll always run back to your big bro. that doesn’t stop him from trying. when you’ll wake up, he’ll still try his best to score another date with you. and kuroo will be there to remind you that he’s the only good guy for you - until you’ll be under him again while you cry for your nii chan to fuck you harder. you’re not sane in the head, but kuroo doesn’t mind. he’s here to make you feel better.

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[ryuucam]

MY SAVIOR, BEAUTIFUL SOUL

⋆｡𖦹°‧ the oak family head has always intrigued you, but your sworn loyalty to the nameless led you to raise your sword against him in battle. but now that it’s all over, and he’s repented his sins, will you let him get closer to your heart?

contains friends to lovers but it’s more like love at first sight, slight aventurine x reader, purity-corruption talk, slight yan!sunday, gopher wood and sunday backstory, religious imagery, character study?, very very slight gore but as a rhetorical device, pov changes (reader -> sunday), scent kink, virgin!reader (implied) and virgin!sunday, he’s an asshole about virginity, cunningulus, pussy referred to as “she”, dubcon-noncon creampie

notes this was supposed to be a drabble idk what went wrong, take this as a thank u for all the support <33 feel free to send in requests

sunday, dominicus, the oak family head. ever since you arrived in penacony, you’ve heard these names countless times - but you can’t blame the citizens, because, as the ipc gambler said, he is the most famous man in the whole planet of festivities (well, he said handsome, but thinking about how attractive he is will just make you even more distracted). you can’t deny that you feel intrigued by the halovian, but, with all that happened, it is very unlikely that you’d ever interact with him again. well, that’s the harsh reality of the trailblaze - as march told you in one of your “girl talks” in your room in the reverie. and as soon as you start coming to terms that your little crush on sunday is destined to be inconclusive, you suddenly receive a text from mr. yang: the man you’ve been infatuated with is joining the express.

you’re a bit ashamed of your lack of hesitation when it’s time to vote in favor of the new member of the astral express - at least caelus and the others agree with you in looking past all the ena chaos. well, it’s not like you went against your better judgment: it’s clear that sunday has had a change of heart, and all his actions are a product of years of grooming and abuse by another member of the family. as he came to terms with this knowledge, though, sunday changed. the meticulous oak family head is no more, and all that’s left behind is a bird with no wings, no freedom, nothing. but, despite being just a shadow of his former self, the halovian is not a stranger to humanity, to feelings. he saw your behavior on penacony (your courage, your strength, your desire for freedom), and he saw how you stood up for him for his addition to the nameless. and he admires you.

as weeks go by on the express, sunday slowly starts getting closer to you: first, it’s offering you some insight on books he’s read, that are most certainly in your interest, miss y/n, then, it’s joining you for breakfast. and when you two are close enough - closer than he is to any other member on the express - he starts being more physical. resting his knee against yours (unknowingly making your heart skip a beat, or two), lying his hand on your shoulder, and slowly inching his face closer and closer to yours. even if he’s long abandoned the manipulative powers of ena, you still feel trapped by his gaze. however, it’s not controlling - far from it - but the sheer sensibility and vulnerability that pool in his irises are enough to make you go weak in the knees.

one night, you’re both sprawled out on your bed, staring at the stars in the ceiling. while you’re seemingly relaxed, sunday feels like his brain is about to short circuit any second now: his nose is filled with your perfume, his fingers are less than an inch apart from yours, and his eyes are stuck on your face. have you always looked this good? yes, he’s sure of it: your hair frames your face so well, your complexion looks exceptionally dreamy, and the way your eyes melt into his is enough to make him feel lightheaded. and your body - god, your body. sunday has lived a life of chastity, of strict rules and limited, if not any, freedom. even so, he can’t help but feel guilty when he feels his cock inevitably strain against his pants when you unintentionally get closer to him. his breath hitches, and he hopes, prays even, that you don’t notice the twitching. sunday feels like the guilt could eat him alive: you’re so sweet, so willing to accept him for who he is - and he’s doing nothing but tainting the sweet image has of you.

who is he kidding? the second he met you, you were corrupted by him. since your first introduction in the reverie, when he wasn’t an outcast, a fugitive yet, but the most respectable man in penacony, he had his mind set on you. he was disgusted with himself when he felt his stomach churn at every interaction you had with the stoneheart. sunday knew he had no business involving himself with your affairs with aventurine, but he went against his better judgment and spent just a tiny bit more time torturing the avgin man. of course, he feels like a monster now. and he felt like one when you were on the battlefield, fighting against the harmonious choir, against him. but, sunday is now a new man. so, deep in his heart, he hopes that you’ll forgive him for lusting over you.

“sunday? are you okay?”

oh. your voice, your sweet, honey-like voice. it’s enough for him to be stripped away from his thoughts, a saint arriving at a land of sin and evil. he coughs - a lousy way to mask his thinking. “i…yes. don’t concern yourself, miss y/n”. your eyes soften. “sunday… you can tell me what’s wrong. you’re not alone anymore.”

right - he’s not alone. he has you, mr. yang, caelus… he is no longer trapped in a cage, and his newfound freedom is hard to process. the world sunday has known for years has collapsed, but rebuilding a new one is easy if you’re with him. and he knows you won’t leave. right? how could you leave? an angel like you is above all cruelty he’s known, and you’ll take care of him. so he smiles, and closes his eyes, denying himself to stare at you any further.

you just sigh: after all that’s happened, you can’t bring yourself to pry further in his mind. you don’t know what you’ll find. so, unconsciously, you reach out to him, hand sneaking over his face, caressing his cheek. you don’t miss the hitching of his breath, or how his eyebrows form a slight frown. sunday, on the other hand, is feeling everything all at once: he feels like he’s crash landing in a groundless void. the more he sits there, helpless, the more he feels disgusted with himself. how can he not do anything in this situation?

but he knows, deep down, that you won’t blame him for being weak: you’re worshipping him as much as he does you, and for just a second, sunday feels the robbed divinity rush in his veins again.

and with this newfound confidence, sunday open his eyes and almost closes the gap between you two. it’s bold, irrational, and so unlike him, but he sees no trace of malevolence in your eyes - just genuine surprise. he thinks you look so cute like this, so surprised. so he’ll keep going, so long as he gets to see you like this. he inches closer, and everything around him stops. his heart and mind are racing with questions, unresolved reasonings, but sunday thinks it’s time to let this all go. maybe he’s trying to cope with the lustful, sinful, but oh so addicting thoughts he has of you, but maybe, just maybe, he’s a tired man seeking solace.

and maybe he can be both, he concludes. his lips press against yours, clumsy and inexperienced, and his eyes flutter shut. sunday feels the oxygen flowing back into his lungs when you mimic his actions. the hand that was resting on his cheek now serves as a way to pull you both closer to each other, both unknowingly afraid to break the kiss. it’s fragile, raw, but so is sunday. you’re the first to pull away, reluctantly, but the halovian knocked all air out of your lungs. your hand doesn’t move, though, and a line of spit that connects your lips serves as a testimony to what just happened. you’re breathless, wordless, but sunday sees your dilated pupils and reddened cheeks - maybe you need him in the same way he needs you. that must be it.

“miss y/n…” sunday speaks first. your expression softens. he sees it, and suddenly every word that comes to his mind seems meaningless, unworthy of being uttered in your presence. you deserve more, much more, and sunday fears he’ll never be able to communicate with you - not even by ripping out his heart and handing it to you. you sense this (and sunday wonders how: surely you have not been blessed by xipe?), and rest your forehead against his. you smile, and he feels powerless. experimentally, you rest your lips on top of his. “is this okay?”, you murmur, lips not leaving his.

god, yes. sunday feels no hesitation as he crashes into the kiss, breaking the soft and gentle balance you tried to build. he knows he’s never done this before, but he doesn’t worry about self consciousness, insecurities or whatnot. he forgets about lust, maybe because he’s already been taken over by it, or maybe because what he’s feeling is love. either answer is foreign to sunday, who keeps following his instinct. he gently moves on top of you, one hand holding yours, while your other hand lowered itself on the nape of his neck. he kisses you again, and again, until you’re both panting, lips swollen and wet with spit. and the he feels it - how could he have forgotten it? the strain in his pants is more evident than ever, nudging at your soft thigh. he whimpers at the friction, feeling his clothed sensitive tip nudge against your skin. sunday feels his stomach churn: what now? he’s never done this before - he has never touched his cock, let alone have it done by someone else.

then, he hears it. and he feels like he could listen to that angelic sound for the rest of his life.

you whimpered - or is that a stifled moan? sunday does not know, but it doesn’t matter as he’s now painfully aware of your presence. he feels lightheaded, his mouth is inexplicably dry: he swallows, then closes his eyes. he gets closer to you, nose prodding at your cheek, taking in your scent - it’s sweet, just like you, but it’s just so human, so raw. is this what arousal smells like? sunday’s head is spinning, and he feels like all the blood his poor heart is pumping out is going straight to his pants. his free hands goes from your cheek, your neck, your collarbones. then, he hesitates: he needs to tell you something, he can’t just take you. “miss y/n… will you let me?” your eyes are watery, your face is burning. you can just nod, not being able to let out any word but a sweet, sweet whimper. sunday smiles: you’re just so cute. “you have to tell me… can’t do anything otherwise. can you do that for me, miss?”

embarrassment pools over you. when did he get so bold? but his erection feels so good on your skin, and you need more: so, you do as he commands. “please, sunday… t-touch me? please-ah!…” sunday rolls his hips into your crotch as you speak, tip hitting your poor cunt. he smiles, and kisses you again. he keeps on kissing you, trying his best to keep you quiet - and him. his hands sneak down to your chest, feeling the soft, supple flesh sink into his cold, trembling fingers: your breasts are even better than what he imagined (countless nights spent stifling his noises as he pumped his cock, thinking about you), and he feels his dick twitch when he feels your nipples hardening. as he unbuttons your shirt, he wonders how he could’ve lived without this, without you, for so long. you’re left in your bra - it’s nothing elaborated or fancy, just a white, lacy bra that cups your boobs so well. sunday breaks the kiss to press pecks all the way down to your neck, pressing his lips on your soft mounds and nose on your cleavy. aeons, you smell so good. “pl-please… help me take this off.” you don’t question his inexperience, and slowly unhook your bra. sunday’s the one that takes it off, and he swears his briefs are drenched in precum. he latches his mouth on your nipple, hand playing with the other, first sucking gently - and as you moan and cry louder, he gets harsher. he’s unaware of the hickeys tainting your smooth skin: even if he wasn’t, he’s too busy playing with your tits. his cock is subconsciously prodding at your crotch, and you can’t take it anymore: “sund-ah! sunday!… ngh, n-need you to-hm!… do m-more…”

oh. how can he deny you? he leaves a goodbye kiss on your nipple, so lewd but so him, and moves his hands to your waist, slowly tugging down your skirt. once it’s off, sunday focuses on your panties - oh, they’re matching with your bra. did you do this for him?, he wonders. you minx, you knew that he’s infatuated with you. well, now’s not the time to dwell on this, he concludes, and strips you of your panties. now he’s left stunned: your puffy cunny is staring right back at him. “y-y/n… you’re gonna let me touch this? this pretty pussy? please?…” you nod - the praise making your head spin and eyes roll back into your skull. sunday smiles, relieved: he didn’t know what he’d do if you denied him of your sweet hole any longer. his face hovers over your crotch, lips kissing your labia, your clit, your hole.

his nose is pressed against your clit, bumping on it as he makes out with your cunt - and you cry, thrashing desperately because this is so lewd, so perverted! how’s sunday supposed to know all this? your thoughts are interrupted when he sighs, and reluctantly leaves your pussy alone. you gulp as he raises his body, undoing his belt and letting his pants fall. he’s in his briefs, and you can clearly see the fat outline of his cock. it’s hard, thick, and there’s a wet spot right where the tip is: sunday lets out a deep breath, and tugs down his pants. your mouth is watering, and you feel your neglected cunt leak as his cock springs free, hard and angry, so different from its owner. sunday is delicate, pure, and his length is swollen, veins leading to the oh so delicious mushroom tip.

sunday’s embarrassed: why are you staring at him? is his cock so horrid? why- oh.

he lets out a moan when your hand engulfs his dick, soft skin wrapped around his aching flesh, and sunday thinks lust has really taken over him. “please, let me-ah, lemme put this inside. need y-you!” and how can you say no?

you lean back, and sunday’s on you like a starved man - he knows he should lick your hole a bit more, maybe stick a finger or two in it, but he has long forgotten all the knowledge he got from some blooodhounds years ago. his tip prods at your small hole, and he worries about breaking you. can you take it? his sweet angel, you’re so perfect for him and he’s about to defile you - oh, he feels like he could cum just like this. tip pressed against your clit, both of your juices mixing together in a candied mix. he lowers his cock a bit, enough to be face to face with your entrance. the world stops when he slips it in: your pained moans, your walls fluttering shut around him, your tears staining your white sheets. sunday has ruined you, corrupted you with his lust, but now that he’s known how your cunt feels, he can’t get enough.

he moves, and his thrusts are messy, sloppy, inexperienced, his balls slapping and bruising your soft skin. sunday feels like he’s reached heaven, and he won’t stop. he can’t - you’re sucking him in so hard, so desperate to be fucked by your halovian companion. oh, you must be a pervert too, sunday realizes, letting a defiled angel like him taint you. but now you’re his, forever robbed of your purity and pride, and you’re not going anywhere.

“‘m gonna c-cum, ‘kay a-ah, angel? let me cu-uhm! in you, please? y’re g-gonna be ngh! a sweetheart, yeah? lemme claim your cunny, ‘kay?” sunday’s voice is slurred, words flowing out of his lips without his control. you nod, maybe even say something back, but sunday can’t hear you - you’re pussy’s the one he’s listening to right now. and she’s pleading so sweetly for sunday to cum in her. so, maybe you’re telling him no, that it’s risky, it’s wrong - but he’s not listening.

sunday empties his load deep in your pussy, kissing your cervix and womb with it, and he’s happy. he kisses you, poor you who’s all fucked out on your bed. don’t worry though, sunday will take care of you. it’s only natural - you’re bound together now, and maybe this realization is the reason you creamed so sweetly around his cock. he kisses you again, and you succumb yourself to him.

he’s happy, and he feels his cock twitch at the thought of doing this again. then, he’ll take his time tasting and ruining you again, and again, until he’s sure you won’t leave him: not for the avgin, not for the trailblazer, not for dan heng. you’re his, and he’s yours. forever.

[ryuucam]

{{ +18 || Von Lycaon

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{{ cw; afab reader, fem reader, werewolf/thiren so there’s werewolf dick and it's a big dick too, size kink vibes, riding, knotting, squirting, reader crying (relief,) lots of cum, cum as lube, pussy eating, cum eating, cervix kissing

{{ a/n; heyyyy ~ here's some Von Lycaon. there's no plot either... y'all are just out here😔

It was pretty clear to Lycaon that it wasn’t gonna fit. That didn’t seem to deter you, however, who’d bounced and bobbed with labored pants in his lap along his cock. You’d gotten pretty far, which the wolf internally was prideful of but every time sticky lips hit that bulbous base, you would pant and struggle with desperate grinds down to try and pop it inside of yourself. Lycaon held onto your hips and legs lovingly to support you - his darling “ client ” - clawed thumbs stroking along the softness of your skin. The brush of his fur and the ever subtle scrape of his claws made your body tremble, pussy aching around the thick base in its spread. The wolf’s words were cooed in affectionate praises, a sensibility to them gently introducing a possibly heartbreaking reality; “You’re getting closer, my dear. Oh?” hand caught the inside of your groin, cupping along thigh and the sensitive divet between your legs to pause the desperate fuck down. “Careful, darling.” In your haze, you noticed a rasp to those sounds, a labored effort to remain measured and polite; “I know you’re eager, but that may hurt.”

Frustration budded in the form of hot, angry tears along the corners of your eyes. Teeth bit down on a quivering lip as internally, your mind swam. On the one hand - eyes peeked down between your legs at the budding passage of your thoughts, noting the way knot throbbed against your warmth - it was pretty big. The size alone had intimidated you, having felt it first hand grow against the soft of your tongue and in the backest depths of your throat. On the other hand, you really didn’t care. Body pounded from the beating in your chest to feel full, to feel nothing but that intoxicating high. Lycaon noted the way your head tucked down to hide, and in response, the thiren leaned in comfortingly to press kisses to corners of your lips and eyes. Such a keen sense of smell lended to the wolf’s benefit, your fluctuations noticed and not unattended. Words became hushed, a low murmur reserved solely for you; “Hm? I can sto-”

“No,” you huffed out sharply, head nudging into his kisses instinctively. “Don’t stop.”

Against the thiren’s wishes, tail wagged. “Then you must tell me what’s upsetting you.”

Lips pressed together tightly in something of a pout from you. While you knew the request was perfectly reasonable, you still couldn’t help but feel somewhat pitiful when explaining it aloud; “It’s… too big.”

The comment made Lycaon’s heart cinch. A comforting hum was given to the shell of your ear, the sound more akin to a rumble. A soft pant escaped fangs when you’d rolled your hips to switch yourself more into a straddle along his frame. While the beautiful decor of the manor you resided was just barely large enough to accommodate for your werewolf “employee,” the chaise lounge's fit was still tight and you’d found yourself supporting yourself against the soft warmth of his furred chest with your hands. That knot still threatened, looming against your entrance and slick with your cunt’s endless drooling around your small bounces that had slipped inches of him free; only to be buried again. You couldn’t help but sniffle a little, cunt aching painfully in both its forced stretching and impending building orgasm that was left on its momentary edge to relax. Lycaon felt your clamping and the spike in temperature as slick oozed around his cock. Eyes closed as breath was drawn in to steady himself. You’d taken the liberty of watching his expression shift curiously. You noticed the way brow twitched as concentration laid thick on their bridges and felt the way his hands along your body gripped harder onto your flesh. Before you’d realized it, you were murmuring to him; “It’s not fair.”

The canine’s ears twitched a bit, focusing in your direction and listening intently. A soft breath had been taken, his chest’s inhale felt with its rise under your fingers knitted in his fur. Words were smooth, pleasant in their honey-like raspy drip as you tensed around his cock; “Could there surely be no other means of pleasing you, darling?”

Your teeth had found your lip, where they bit into the soft to stifle the sounds you’d wanted to make as your mind spun around his words. Could there be? There was brief consideration in the wandering imagination of images, but the feeling of his hand relaxing along your innermost thigh brought you back to reality.

“Like what?” you offered, head tilting a little.

Lycaon considered that carefully. Head leaned against your own in an affectionate nudge, which you reciprocated with a shift of weight onto your dominant arm along his chest to free your other hand so that it could stroke along the edges of his jaw. The wolf patted at your thigh. Despite the touch being gentle, you’d hardly felt it in such a while against your groin, which had startled its sentient existence to you. With a small, shuddered breath you silently complied, lifting up that leg for you and Lycaon to get a better look down at your connected mess. Clawed hand moved to your open clit, where the thiren carefully hooked his hand back to the cinch of your inner pelvis in a holding grip to keep you spread open. Thumb could gently tease at you as he’d so seen fit in that moment. Your breath hitched a little, body tensing instinctively before relaxing into the touch. Hips bounced a bit, inches of his cock slipping free before being sunk back down into your core. The feeling of him swelling made your cheeks grow warm and pussy drooled on him in satisfaction. 

Lycaon’s head spun a little. Pussy milked at him, walls flexing and nudging him in ways that, while pleasant, weren’t so kind on his fortitude. Body tensed a bit and his other arm had reached for your waist, where it snaked you into his hold. Strong muscles locked you down in your shared position and that familiar high of orgasm muddied the thiren’s mind. With your teeth along your bottom lip in a bite you noticed the canine’s eyes gazing back at you, the irises glossy in their haze. A soft “mph!” had escaped from your throat, body trembling as you’d felt cock begin to fuck back up into you, the size growing slicker and accompanied by sounds of wet stick. Your lips were released from your bite in favor of echoing out a moan. As cunt filled and emptied repeatedly with cock, body tensed and twitched with delight. Heat returned to your face as your breathing shifted to a pant in effort to catch back up with your breath. In your ears, soft, low grumbles were given from Lycaon, who sought wherever he could reach to kiss, lick, and tease teeth from a slacked maw. Gut twisted in delight as you’d tried to catch those kisses and feel the laps or touch of teeth along your skin. Hungry mouths were given harsh kisses and empty space was filled with clinking fangs as your smaller being drank up those deliciously low purrs of the thiren’s high.

Something warm caught your attention; enough to break you from Lycaon’s affections to reach a hand down between your legs. You’d felt the warmth of his fingers first, thumb loyally pressing along your clit, the act enough to make legs tremble. Cunt was soaked, a viscous white coating both you and Lycaon’s cock in a gooey, glossy sheen. A whimper escaped as you’d felt cock throb harshly in its swelling. The extra lube of his cum had masked his orgasm from you temporarily, but the ache of your cunt stretching could not be denied. Heart and stomach fluttered as you’d felt that knot pressing back up against you, its size making pussy clench painfully down along his base. It’d only gotten bigger.

Lycaon’s fucks slowed gradually until you’d been fucked firmly against the base of his knot with his hold around your waist keeping you still. The quick beating on your cunt had left you breathless, mind spinning as you ached around the girth of his cock. With a tremble to your arms at having been locked in their support of you for so long, you’d pushed yourself to sit up fully again. Knot felt heavy and hot up against you, the size of him stretching you wide. With blushing cheeks and breathless lips, you whimpered to him; “Are you teasing me?”

The wolf looked up at you curiously. With every second that ticked, you’d felt your pelvis growing heavier, until the cause was leaking along the edges of your pussy’s lips and dripping down onto Lycaon’s knot. You panted softly, cunt aching in its filling and body trembling beneath the pressure. Your dutiful canine noticed and promptly reached hands out to grip along your hips. Strong arms forced your hips down in their eventual wane upwards, cock dipping deeper and making you gasp out.

“No, my dear,” Lycaon growled to you loyally. When you’d look at him, a smile was given to you. Its warmth made your chest flutter and you instinctively reached to place your hands over the large of his own. “Your desires are my commands. Some, however, require a bit of prepping. Would I be seen as selfish to ask you for your trust?”

You considered that, the reasonable side of your mind foggy amidst the lust. Heart, however, beat loudly in your chest, whether from the rush of it all or from true affection. Where your words spoke from were obvious; “Selfish isn’t always bad, Lycaon.”

Ears twitched a bit at the words, fangs peeking from his smile. “Then might I ask you something?”

“Consider it a treat,” you chirped. A bit cheeky, but the words fell in good fortune from the way he gave a little heartily laugh. The deep, rhythmic sound was sweet to you.

“Might you allow me the privilege of watching you?” the thiren inquired boldly, yet its detection was softened by his silver-tongued quality. “I’ve quite the view.”

Your expression was indescribably cute to the larger man. A mixture of flustered, curiosity, awe and lust. It was clear that you’d wanted to, and while you were eager, there was a bit of coyness to the way your hands slid from their teasing hold on Lycaon’s to down your pelvis. You’d peeked a glance to orient yourself, fingers moving familiarly down to your clit and beginning to circle around it steadily with your fingers. Pussy ached and you sighed softly, delighting in the feeling of being filled as clit pulsed pleasure from your pelvis up warmly. A look had been given to Lycaon, where you’d noted his face. It… Looked different. Hungry, pleading, begging, smoldering. Breath hastened again as pussy clenched down, making Lycaon stifle a groan-like sound. You chased the pleasure until a familiar pressure built up, it’s feeling hot and burning until it had broken again. Like a cord snapping, the rush of ecstasy flooded in and strangled your moan with a whine. Body shook horribly with the little squirts squelching loudly around thick cock. Milky liquid poured out in globs, sticking up your fingers and sending the haphazard circling of them down along Lycaon’s knot. The larger canine’s head tipped back, hips rutting up now and fucking up against a too-full cunt. Your jaw fell slack as soft head nudged and kissed against womb, the ache of its cruel teasing softened and warmed by hot cum.

“H’ah, a-ah, ah,” you wailed out, sounds like a broken tune that went from pitiful whimpers into echoing wails. What was normally a period of coming down had seemed to spike paradoxically right back up. The more you teased and toyed, the more Lycaon fucked right back up into you, his pace refusing to slow even when his cock’s plugging had begun to wane. Knot had begun to empty, its girth simmering down as blood drained from his impressive length. The wolf’s pants were harsh, grip along your hips intensifying as nails teased with pokes at the soft of your skin. Perhaps a blessing, or perhaps a curse, all that natural lube and ebbing flow of physical arousal had allowed a slip of a softening dick and knot. Your eyes widened suddenly at the feeling, it’s massive spread gaping you and paralyzing you with delighted shock. Pants and gasps lifted and raised your chest haphazardly in the brief pause, the sheer size of Lycaon taking a moment for you to process. Lycaon himself seemed to relish in the pause, jaw slacking with a smile as cock yawned your poor crying pussy. For him, it was nothing short of perfection. For you, you’d found yourself in ecstasy, glassy eyes staring at nothing as you’d moaned pitifully when his hips ground eagerly up into you. Your body had taken to shaking; that was until Lycaon had carefully moved hips to allow for that knot to pop back free. Cum streamed down, soaking at your thighs and the fur of his pelvis and stomach, but it only aided to his buck back upwards to bury it right back inside of you.

Your moans had piqued to shireks, tears budding. Desperately, you’d clawed for the thiren, who all too quickly had sat himself up enough for you to grasp for his neck and shoulders. Mind blurred and all of your thoughts seemingly seemed to stop; nothing else really mattered in that moment. You could only focus on breathing, a glassy stare of yours directed at nothing as you were assaulted in the highs of the pleasure. Lycaon, with having moved to accommodate you, had elected to instead simply fuck himself by picking you up at the hips. Your pussy was spasming, small squirts cried out of it with nearly every dick stroke out. The watery drip trickled down to wet the canine’s balls, where his tail wagged in delight.

He fucked you tenaciously until cock softened entirely, thrusts slowing in tandem with the inevitable come down. You were shaking in his arms, body aching with both pleasure and pain at its intense use. However, a wide smile betrayed your body’s state, revealing just how delighted you were. Feeling the wolf’s cock lessen had been gradual, and was not unwelcome. Quite contrary, truthfully; as the shallower strokes brought nothing but a light, blissful pleasure that curled around the two of you like smoke. Pussy was so slick there was simply no resistance, which left the sensation soothing. Lycaon’s pants were heavy but not harsh against your neck, the graze of fangs in every kiss along your throat making your heart freeze for a moment before washing you with relief. Cunt ached at the thought, but alas, it’d meant not much. Pussy was pacified by his cock until it’s absence had been noted. Hazily, you hummed, lifting your head up from its nestle into his shoulder.

Lycaon’s hold on your hips had changed into a snake-like wrap around your torso. Kisses were given to your jaw and throat, a distraction from, with a swift movement, your perception’s orientation changed to now look up at him. You blinked, processing that you’d been lifted and placed down onto your back. Lycaon had knelt over you, toned body caging you with his limbs. Head and face continued to nuzzle you affectionately, the aftercare sweet in the way you’d lazily threaded your arms around his neck. You’d noticed how he’d worked his way down until the wolf had crept along the couch to allow for him to nestle his mouth between your legs. Heat returned to your face as your stomach fluttered. Strong arms reached to wrap around either of your thighs, where grip kept pelvis in place. Your limbs trembled at the wet, warm touch of Lycaon’s tongue along the slick wet of your inner thighs. From your eyes tears leaked freely, only this time, they were nothing but a means of shedding away tension. Their relief was soothing and comforting, making the lap of the thiren’s tongue along your skin relieving. Diligent to all of his duties, Lycaon was patient in his cleaning until he couldn’t taste that sickeningly sweet sheen of your taste any longer before moving on. Spent hole was tenderly kissed better with generous wet strokes, where Lycaon noted the dual taste with a perk of his ears and a sway of his tail.

“M-mm, hnn,” you whimpered out, body twitching when tongue would stray too close to an abused clit. You couldn’t help the little gushes of squirt that would trickle out, dirtying up your cunt with its spasms involuntarily pushing out thick drools of cum. Loyal and imperturbable, the canine would clean again, devouring the two of you with dogged effort. Attentively, at the sign of a warning clench from your cunt along his tongue, Lycaon mouthed along your cunt with a firmly pressed tongue, where the squirt was lapped up contentedly. Your whimpers were soft, body a mixture of sensations. Lycaon’s tongue was so kind and gentle in its laps and in the way it would trail up and down sore areas.

You could feel the budding warmth from your clit as Lycaon licked along it's unique shape. While they’d been small, your orgasms weren’t by any means unsatisfying beneath his tongue. At every single one, spasming cunt would dribble free new trickles of cum. Submissively and determined, your bodyguard would patiently clean until he'd work his way back up to your folds.

When you’d been thoroughly cleaned to the maid’s standards, Lycaon pushed himself up to sit. Attention was directed to you, where ears swiveled forwards and smile was kind. You'd panted softly, tired body relishing in the absence of sensation.

His words were neither loud nor outwardly direct in looking for an immediate answer. It was something you appreciated as you’d gradually returned to reality, the beautiful mist of the highs lingering on your skin. “Now, might that bring a fresh perspective, Miss [name]? I do hope my services were thoroughly satisfying.”

[ryuucam]

pervy mommy dom x virgin sub girlfriends<3 teachin u everything bc ur too shy for ur own good and taking ur virginity without u knowing! nsfw, virginity loss, dubcon, corruption kink, nipple play, fingering, dildos

she’s the one that started to pursue you, enamored with your cute, angelic charm. she asked you out, giggling when you were too hesitant to give a proper answer, but she didn’t miss the furious blush on your cheeks and watery eyes. then, you started dating, and it took a while to crack your shell open: you’re just so shy, so unsure on what to do - but she thinks you’re adorable. the afternoons spent on your bed, filled with plushies and bows, where she gave you “kissing practice”, the dates where your skirt was a bit too short, too tight, and you were so embarrassed by it, her subtle touches and prying eyes doing nothing to calm your nerves.

she knows she’s a pervert, but you’re so trusting of her, so unaware of her nasty behavior, so you keep enabling her: she knows best, right? you don’t question the times she pressed her swollen tits against yours, the times when she sniffed your neck for a bit too long, lost in the scent of your arousal and sweat, the times when she sat you in her lap (there weren’t enough seats on the train!) and flexed her thigh so it would prod at your little clit. you were silent all those times: it feels good, so good, to have your pussy touched by your girlfriend, but you figure she’s just doing that accidentally.

one day, she’s at your house. in your pretty pink room, on your soft bed covered by warm blankets and cutesy plushies, with you drooling on her lap while she circles her thumb on your covered clit. “w-what’re y’d-doin-ngh!…”, you whimper. you feel so good, but she’s not talking to you, leaving you to drown in your tears and thoughts. “oh angel, ‘m just cuddling with you. see? ‘m caressing your bunny cunt.” she replies, her usually calm voice now laced with a sultry, lewd tone. you guess she’s right - that’s what cuddling is, right? hugs and kisses and caresses… sure, she’s touching a weird place, but she knows best. it’s not like it’s hurting you! it just feels so good that you can’t help but cry like a baby when she presses her thumb a bit harder.

“oh, my little girl. you’re crying so much, you’re makin’ me worry - i’m gonna stop now, ‘kay?” if you weren’t so dumb, so unresponsive and innocent, you’d notice the fake concern in her voice. she has you right where she wants you. “n-no!… p-please mommy, m feelin’ so g-good…” “hm? then let mommy keep on cuddlin’ you okay? ‘m not gonna do anything more. it’s just a hug, yeah? just on your special spot.”

and she’s so convincing, you nod. like a dumb little lamb about to be slaughtered by the big bad wolf. she unbuttons your blouse, your bra, takes off your skirt - all gradually, claiming that it’s hot and she wants to be closer. then, she kisses you: a sweet, sweet kiss on your tits, on your nipples, then she licks, sucks, rubs your buds until you’re sobbing. oh, your poor boobies! mommy’s kissing them better now, so no worries. it’s just a kiss. then, she undresses too: your little mouth waters at the sight of her own pair of tits, and you hesitantly poke the soft skin with your finger. “can i h-hug you there, too?” of course you can. so you squeeze, grope, then kiss and suck your nipples. oh, you look like a poor kitty right now, all busy sucking on her tits! you’re so focused you don’t notice her hand going back to your cunny, fingers running over your puffy folds and thumb pressed right on your clit. your hips rock subconsciously against her fingers, faster n faster until you squirt all over her. “w-what’s th-ah! that?” “means y’re happy, puppy. want more? lemme rub that angelcunt of yours a bit longer, yeah? mommy’ll make you so happy.”

bonus: you end the night by losing your virginity <3 she makes you ride one of her dildos for hours on end, while u think it’s just another way of kissin :( little did u know u were putting on a show for her, pussy squelchin with every move n tits giggling and swaying as u came for the nth time on the silicone dick. be quiet though, here, suck on her chest a bit more. you’re doing so good, such a good girl for her.

lisa, eula, ei, yae miko, xianyun, arlecchino, ningguang, beidou, rosaria, signora (genshin impact) aglaea, himeko, herta, ruan mei, fei xiao, yukong, natasha, serval, cocolia, acheron, black swan, jade, kafka (honkai star rail) shoko, meimei, yuki (jujutsu kaisen) rina, zhu yuan, grace, yanagi, evelyn, caesar, jane doe (zenless zone zero)

reqs are open.

[ryuucam]

i think it’s impossible to write sunday smut without writing at least 6 paragraphs of angst before

[ryuucam]

finally downloaded wuthering waves again !! brant came home after losing the 5050 on yinlin’s first banner ..

[ryuucam]

ZENLESS ZONE ZERO

RANDOM PLAY

belle

wise

BELOBOG HEAVY INDUSTRIES

anton ivanov

grace howard

mommy! (nsfw) THIRST

VICTORIA HOUSEKEEPING CO.

von lycaon

ellen joe

alexandrina “rina” sebastiane

mommy! (nsfw) THIRST

CRIMINAL INVESTIGATION SRT

zhu yuan

mommy! (nsfw) THIRST

jane doe

mommy! (nsfw) THIRST

qingyi

seth lowell

SECTION 6

hoshimi miyabi

tsukishiro yanagi

mommy! (nsfw) THIRST

asaba harumasa

SONS OF CALYDON

caesar king

mommy! (nsfw) THIRST

lighter lorenz

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SHAKE YOUR HIPS!

⋆｡𖦹°‧ nsfw hcs for the u-20 captain :p but in alphabetical order

contains bf!aiku, blackcat!reader hehe, breeding, cockwarming, size difference, scent kink, panty sniffing, corruption, phone sex, voyeurism, daddy kink, slight public sex, anal and watersports mentioned once, oral (m and f receiving), threesome, lots of pet names, he is ooc but a girl can dream

notes he’s so fine I NEED HIM omg.. this is.. kind of self ship coded but what can we do .. reqs are open

a, aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

oliver has intense stamina, as expected from one of the top soccer players in japan, but even he feels exhausted after sex. still, he’s the ever so reliable team captain, so you best believe he’ll look out for you. sometimes, he’ll slip out of you, carry you to the bath and spend the next 30 minutes scrubbing your body clean (unsurprisingly sneaking in some squeezes to your tits), then dry you and dress you up personally. some other times, when he’s feeling lazy, he stays buried in your heat, letting his cock soften inside you, keeping you stuffed full of his cum. you can whine all you want, but it’s not exactly easy to move when you have a muscle monster sprawled on top of you. either way, he’s nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses on your skin until you fall asleep (or he does).

b, body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

hmm, kind of hard to tell. he loves touching, squeezing, tickling every part of your body. buuuut, he can’t deny he loves your boobs. oliver feels like flying each time he sees your tits jiggle when you jump or walk, given that you’re usually way too shy to purposefully show off your body. he loves how soft they are, regardless of their size, but he just gets a little bit more aroused when his hands struggle to grab all of your mounds. even if it’s not frequently, sometimes he likes to suck on them, sexually or not, finding comfort in the feeling. seriously, he loves it all, boobjobs, paizuri, nipple sucking, push up bras… give him a pair of tits and he’s a happy man.

for him, it’s kind of hard to tell as well. on one hand, he likes his eyes, since it was so easy to draw you in thanks to them. on the other, he likes his muscles: his biceps, his thighs, his chest… he’s just way bigger than you, and aiku has to admit that he gets a sick kick from watching you squirm and shy away when he pressed his body against yours.

c, cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

his cum is thick, overwhelming, sticky, making it hard to swallow (exactly what arouses him the most). it spurts out in fat globes, slowly dripping down his length. it’s white, almost a pearly color.

aiku likes his cum on your body. well, a good breeding session is not something he’ll say no to, but seeing in on your body just makes him hard again. he likes painting your tits, a shit eating grin on his face whenever he sees your pretty nipples all covered by it. he likes staining your thighs white, and likes seeing it drip down to your folds. speaking of your pussy, he likes cumming on it, rather than in it. the way it twitches when the warm fluid slips in is a sight aiku wants to see until the day he dies.

d, dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

gets off on how shy you are. disgustingly so. every little thing you do, be it stretching, having a lollypop in your mouth, licking something, gets his cock hard and leaking within seconds. huge corruption guy. almost came in his pants when he saw your cleavage for the first time, and actually came when you let him touch you for the first time (not even sex, just groping your clothed tits. pathetic). hmm, i also think he has a thing for scent, especially the scent of your cunny that lingers on your used panties, which he promptly slips in his pockets (and when he gives them back, there’s a 50/50 chance that they’re either squeaky clean, folded and right in your panty drawer, or they’re stuffed with cum and left as a gift on your bed).

e, experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

50/50 that he’s a virgin. i saw some people saying that he acts all tuff but he still hasn’t fucked anyone (definitely gotten a few blowjobs here and there, and fingered some girls, just to get some experience). or, he’s not, has had way too many one night stands that he’s not used to lovemaking, making him all shy and red when he fucks you for the first time. either way, your first time together will be something he holds very close to his heart.

f, favorite position (this goes without saying)

hmm, depends on the day. most of the time he likes missionary, mating press if he’s feeling frisky, call him basic but he likes seeing your face. be it because he loves you and wants to feel as intimate as he can, or because he just likes the fucked out face you make when he thrusts into you. likes kissing you during sex, and since he’s gross he also loves sucking on your tongue, the more spit, the better. when he’s feeling tired from particularly hard practice, though, he likes making you ride him. tits out, thighs burning from the ache, body on full display for him - aiku just sits back and enjoys the show you’re putting on for him. in a cowgirl position, you get even shyer and red in the face, so bonus points for that!! plus, his cock feels even thicker like this. win-win, right?

g, goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

the first time you had sex, he did his best to not seem too imposing, afraid to scare his sweetheart away. with time, he lets loose a little, cracking small jokes, letting out breathy laughs when you whine too much, soft smiles when you cry. oliver can be a tease, rubbing your clothed clit until you soak your panties, or can be a love smitten fool, letting out soft i love yous when he cums inside of you.

h, hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

HAPPY TRAIL!!!!! dark hair, similar to the blue-black hair on his head. he trims it, so it’s not too untamed and makes his privates look more clean and appealing. shaves almost every part of his body, except for his fuck ass stubble, so don’t worry about telling him anything. aiku will NOT let go of the happy trail though, especially since he has accidentally exposed it once during a match. he spent the rest of the evening looking at the tweets of people thirsting over it, and decided to keep it unshaven in hopes to woo you.

i, intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

before you, he was the n1 one night stand warrior, occasionally having some friends with benefits, but nothing worth getting all emotional over. after you, aiku fell in love with more intimate sessions. call him a sap, but nothing compares to dimmed lights, low volume music in the background, and the soft sounds you make when he touches you. during those times, he doesn’t worry about anything else but you, your body, your pleasure. soft rubs on your clit, slow strokes of his digits in your cunny, while he gently sucks on your tits, cock prodding at your thighs. he’s completely encapsulated by you, barely whispering soft praises. other times, he’s just mean, fucking you into the mattress so hard that you gasp for air. still loves you though, but sometimes he just needs to fuck his stress away.

j, jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn’t do it as often as when he was single, but still does it when he’s away from you for too long. before dating, he’s a bit ashamed to admit that he pumped his cock way too often to the thought of you, always shooting thick ropes of cum from imagining what kind of panties you were wearing that day, how your hand would feel wrapped around him, or any other lewd thing he could get his mind to think about. now, he only jerks off as a last resort if he can’t have you, but his cock’s too stubborn to go down. he calls you, panting in your ear about how he’s so fucking hard, baby, and how he misses your pretty pussy so much. if it’s a video call, he begs you to show him your boobs, your cunny, whatever it is to keep him going, but he knows you get shy, so he’ll just act like he doesn’t hear the squelching sounds of your poor cunt.

k, kinks (one or more of their kinks)

freak!! anyways … he def has a thing for size difference, as i’ve said before, he loves how bigger he is compared to you. no matter your height, weight, it’s kind of hard to not be smaller than a 190cm tall soccer player. he likes seeing the bulge his cock forms when he’s fucking you, and gets impossibly harder when you notice it too and get even more embarrassed.

loves pet names, especially those that take a while to come out of your mouth because they’re “too embarrassing, oli..”. so he just has to reward you when you finally call him daddy. he thinks he’s a bit sick in the head but hearing your soft voice saying daddy, ‘s too much just makes him cum faster and harder. anything for his sweet girl. (also likes any variation of the pet name. dada is a close second but you never say that unless you’re already going dumb on his dick).

l, location (favorite places to do the do)

has probably fucked you on every surface of his apartment. he likes all of them, because each location is, in his mind, appropriate for a different mood. cuddles-turned-sex? couch, or even better, living room floor. against a wall? shower, so he can cum in you every time he wants without having to worry about cleaning up after (lazy ass. leave him girl). something more domestic? lazy fucking with you sprawled out on the kitchen counter when you just wanted to make breakfast.

outside of the house, he’s not so sure. it’s risky, and while he doesn’t mind someone taking a look, he knows you won’t. so he sticks to quickies in public bathroom stalls (don’t worry, he’s covering your mouth the entire time), buuut there have been multiple occasions where he made you ride him in the locker room before and/or after a game. who cares if sendou’s right outside the door? let him hear.

m, motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he gets off on how much more inexperienced you are than him. likes your shyness, your soft pleas, your hands swatting his away when he’s being a perv (according to you. to him, he’s just being a loving boyfriend. different perspectives). aiku loves ruining you, leaving his mark onto you, seeing you all fucked out in his bed because of his cock. he also likes when you take the lead: it’s rare, but it does happen. lingerie (or any kind of underwear, really, he loves all of it. cotton, silk, ribbons, push ups…), unprompted nudes, you tugging at the hem of his shirt when you’re just too needy and can’t wait anymore. on the same note, he likes having you work for him to fuck you: thigh riding, clumsily playing with the zipper of his pants… he loves his pillow princess, but there’s just something so lewd about having you being so desperate that he gets hard instantly.

n, no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that’s too gross, or is dangerous for you. i’m thinking scat, extreme puppy play (the kind where people are actually going outside on all fours, and with a leash - he likes calling you puppy, kitty, sometimes even mutt when he’s feeling mean, but that’s it). heavy bdsm, pain play… he likes spanking your cunny sometimes but he never goes further. hell, he could even get into watersports but even that’s way too extreme for him. but he probably likes anal - he swears he’ll tell you one day.

o, oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

doesn’t he canonly like blowjobs? he loves having you all pretty on your knees, big doe eyes staring at him. aiku doesn’t mind if you can’t take his whole cock, just watching you suckling and kissing and messily licking his fat tip is enough. he can’t ask too much from his sweet girl, right? that’s why he also enjoys eating you out every once in a while, giggling against your hole when you whine because his stubble is tickling you. when he’s the one giving, he’s ruthless, latching himself onto your clit and never stopping until you’ve came at least two or three times.

p, pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

can be both! it mainly depends on how you’re feeling that day. most of the time, he likes slow, heavy sessions in the mornings to wake you up, and fast, long sessions at nighttime to put you to sleep. as long as he’s sticking his cock into you, he doesn’t care.

q, quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

as i’ve said in letter l, he’s into them when you guys aren’t home. he always makes you cum though - can’t have you walk away with no orgasm. sometimes, he’ll just cum in you and make you keep it inside (he’ll check when you get home so be sure to not let his cum slip away <3). hmm, also likes himself a quickie before you have to leave for an event: he can’t control himself when you’re looking so sexy with a night dress and high heels, especially since those aren’t clothes he sees you in often.

r, risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

just shoot him at this point. simply put, he doesn’t care: he’s willing to put on a show for other people, so long as they aren’t complete strangers. in more than one occasion he has cupped your cunny under the table, knowing that poor sendou was looking at you. gets off in letting other people know that you’re his, but no one is allowed to touch you, to taint you except for him. aiku shows off hickeys, marks, the strip of condoms in his soccer bag… he doesn’t mind. of course, he only enjoys risk if he’s the one at risk: he doesn’t want to embarrass you, or expose you to anyone else. you’re his girl, no one else’s.

s, stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

a lot: nothing to be unexpected from one of the best soccer players in japan. two to three rounds are the average, with little rest time in between (what can he say, he loves your body), but he secretly wants to try marathon sex on a day off. if the session you’re having is emotionally heavier than most, it’s possible for him to only last one round, the emotional toll being too much for him: it happened on your first time, and after one of the talks you guys have had about his past, pouring your hearts out, soft kisses and fat tears being the only communication device (im actually thinking about writing something about this).

t, toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

yes, but probably not so many. a vibrator for you, the kind that attaches itself to your clit and just suckles on it for hours on end: aiku probably isn’t fond of penetration-like toys, he’s confident in his dick game and he doesn’t want any sort of silicone cocks or vibrators in you. definitely has nipple clamps tho, stimming from the fact that i think he’s a boob guy. they’re hidden nice and safe in the box under his bed, and he only takes them out for the times he really wants to see you sob. for himself, he doesn’t have many. he probably had a pocket pussy somewhere, but he threw it out the second he started getting into you (it just didn’t compare to the thought of you).

u, unfair (how much they like to tease)

he lives for it. aiku loves hearing you talk and ask for what you want. most of the time, he’ll be your sweet, nice oli and just fuck you senseless without having your pretty head worry about saying too much. there are times, though, when he just needs to hear his pretty girl talk, ask for what she wants and all that (“you’ve gotta tell me what ya want, angel, i can’t read your mind” “you want my cock? where? show me, cutie.”). you’re embarrassed? all the better for him: he’ll rub his cock against your puffy folds for hours, waiting for you to suck it up and talk. he has all day.

v, volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

i don’t think he’s the type to moan or whimper unfortunately </3 maybe did that once or twice when he first sank his cock into you. aiku is more like a groaner, definitely lets out some sighs when your walls get tighter. that doesn’t mean he’s quiet, of course not. you really should sew his mouth shut (or gag him - he prefers your panties as a gag but he can’t ask too much) because he won’t shut up! he’s always talking, either about how you’re so tight angel, you’re gonna squeeze me to death today, or you like when i play with your tits like this? you’re gonna let me suck on ‘em too, right? bet ya’d like that, baby, you’re just as nasty as i am. you’re just a little perv.

w, wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

aiku is, surprisingly, down for a threesome. however, he’s heard one too many stories of threesomes ruining relationships, so he’d much prefer to do it with one of his friends, people he trusts a lot. probably sendou, given that aiku gets a kick out of teasing him (we’ve all seen s2. let’s not lie to ourselves rn), and that sendou may have a teeny tiny crush on you, he thinks he’d be the best candidate. another thing that helps aiku’s case is that him and sendou are so different - your boyfriend can allow himself to be a little bit meaner, to push you a little bit further, while his best friend is nothing short of a gentleman, rubbing your tits and your clit and peppering kisses all over your face. hm, that’d be nice. he should probably ask sendou what he’d think about getting a round with his girlfriend.

x, x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i know everyone says this but there’s no way this guy isn’t hung - there has to be a reason as why he’s had more flings than anyone else on his team combined. his cock is big, to say the least, definitely longer than average. what’s the most intimidating part of it, though, is his girth. it’s thick, almost worryingly so, and it stuffs you nice and well, making it easy for a bulge to appear on your stomach each time he’s inside you. the color of the shaft it pretty close to his skin color, getting redder and darker around the tip. circumcised? probably, and probably has a fat tip, meaning that even fucking just the tip into you is a piece of work (has done that before). your hands probably can’t wrap the whole way around his length, and your mouth can’t either, but you’re lucky he gets off by that.

y, yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

once a day, and he’s a happy man. but, he knows that it’s unrealistic: you have college, work, well, your own life, and he’s the team captain and unfortunately has way more meetings with his coaches and sponsors than he’d like. as much as he’d like to send you out of the door in the morning with a few orgasms under your belt, or cuddle-fuck you when you’re watching a shitty movie, or make love to you until you’re sleeping, aiku knows that it happens less than he’d like. not to say you guys never have sex, but it’s not really and every day occurrence. as said in letter j, he results to jerking off to your pictures if you’re too far away. he always gets what he wants in the end, even if he’d much rather have his cum stain your insides rather than a tissue in his hotel room.

z, zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

dead asleep after he makes sure you’re all okay. seriously, you should check his pulse every once in a while. unrelated but this dude snores sometimes. anyways, if it’s late at night, he just cleans you up (maybe another quick fuck in the shower), and throws himself on top of you in bed - he’s sprawled across your body, burying you under all of his stupid muscles, at least keeping you warm all night. when he isn’t feeling so murderous, aiku is just as happy to be the bigger spoon, sometimes abusing this position to sneak in some boob squeezes (and to rub his hard on on your ass in the morning). if it’s morning, well, he still cleans you up, but unfortunately he can’t go back to sleep. at least he has something to look forward too during the day, though.

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nsfw i have my math final tomorrow and my back hurts from sitting down so much to review my notes .. so i had some thoughts :p this is so messy i’ll rewrite it later this week daddy kink, fingering, size kink if u squint, breeding n cockwarming. not proofread.

thinkin about older!bf who can’t stand you being so distant anymore .. you’ve spent way too much time all cooped up in your room, too busy with whatever work you had to do. he knows you can take care of yourself, but sometimes your mind gets clouded when you have so much stuff on your plate.

older!bf who brings you cups of water, sliced fruit, heat packs and whatever he can think about to make you feel better, he hates seeing his little girl so stressed. “babe, c’mon…”, he whines, face nuzzled in your neck. you just squirm away, telling him that you have to finish your work. he huffs, then leaves you to be, only to find you passed out on the couch an hour later. he sighs, and saves the document you were working on. he takes you in his arms, gently carrying you to your bed, shushing you when you stir in your sleep.

older!bf who gently places you on the covers, and when he’s about to leave the room to turn off the lights, you grab his sleeve. he turns around, and he’s met by your dull eyes and puffy eye bags. you look so frail, so fragile like this, and he needs to take care of you. how can he not? how can he deny his sweet girl? “please… help me sleep?”

that does it for him. older!bf just can’t say no to you, and gets up to dim the lights and close the door. anything to make you more comfortable, to ease you into your slumber. he starts kissing you, messily dragging his lips all over your face. your lips chase his, but your movements are sloppy, tired. “don’t worry baby, i’m here. let daddy take care of ya, yeah?”

you’re too tired to do anything, and he can’t have you lifting so much as a pinky tonight. older!bf takes his time to undress you, struggling to do so since he won’t leave your chapped lips alone. once he’s gotten you all ready for him, only wearing a pair of plain cotton panties, he starts massaging your shoulders, your tits, your hips. you sigh into his mouth, finally feeling the stress wearing off from your body.

older!bf who rubs his cock on your panty-covered cunny, disgustingly coating your folds in his precum. you know he’s just easing into you, but you still mutter some daddy, please’s to let him know that you’re so desperate for him. he’d be mean to deny you now, right? so he tugs at the waistline of your panties, dragging the fabric down to your feet, cold air hitting your cunt. your back arches, inviting him to slowly insert two of his thick fingers into you.

older!bf who then spends the next hour fingering you, making sure you cum so much that you don’t worry about anything anymore, not your work, not your grades. he knows you need it, and he knows you want his length too.

older!bf pushes his fat tip inside first, slowly, as to not startle you so much. when he fucks you, he does it slow and steady, and deep, cock softly snuggling with your cervix, filling you up completely. when he cums, he doesn’t pull out, stuffing you full of his liquid. “you tired yet, princess?”

in the end, you fall asleep with his cock still into you, plugging his cum inside. but you feel oh so safe in his arms.

gallagher, jing yuan, boothill, welt yang (honkai star rail) wriothesley, neuvillette, alhaitham, capitano, pantalone (genshin impact) aiku, karasu, kunigami (blue lock) toji, shiu, higuruma, nanami (jujutsu kaisen)

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-> owner!yukimiya x guard dog!oliver x bunny!reader. mentions of knotting, pussy inspections, voyeurism (oliver watches yukki play with you). ownership (yukki calls you his "pet") + yandere dynamics if you squint.

can’t stop thinking about owner!yukimiya and his little bunny hybrid, who dresses in frills and skirts and thigh highs in pastel blues and pinks and yellows. so pure and sweet, rutting against his leg whenever your heat overtakes you, blush reddening your cheeks in embarrassment as your prey instincts take over.

feeling yukki’s cock stretch you out but feeling like it’s never enough. you don’t mention it, though. yukki is so kind to you, cooing in your ear as you ooze all over him again and again, whispering how he could do this all day. how he could just leave you alone in this big house with a toy inside of you to please you, but what would the fun be in that?

and yukki knows when his talents are not enough. he is humble enough to admit it so, but he is not spineless enough to release his sense of control about it.

so instead, there’s a day where you catch a whiff of something terrifying. it chills you to your bones as you watch yukki open the door, the scent permeating all over the room as you recoil in fear at the dog that’s leaning over yukki's shoulder. he has a muzzle on his face, his multicolored eyes taking you in. blinking, sneering, snorting. “oh, isn’t she perfect?” yukki whispers to the newcomer, unclipping the leash, "be gentle with her. i want no marks, okay, oliver?"

the man’s ears flick in response. "no promises." there’s a prong collar around his neck; presumably to stop him in case he gets too far. in case he doesn’t follow the rules.

rule number one: no marking.

rule number two: no knotting.

he is your guard dog after all, yukki explains as he comes to sit next to you, preening you, oliver’s gaze watching you both like a predator. he explains that he can’t leave you alone in this big house by yourself anymore. that you might do something silly to yourself, like hurt yourself or try to escape and see the outside world. something that would ruin your innocence, he explains, and you believe him.

because why would yukki lie to you?

there’s drool dripping onto the floor from oliver's maw, soaking his scruff, and you scrunch your nose at it, whining to yukki that he’s gross, that you won’t do it. that you’re happy, that you’re perfectly content with him. that you’re sad that he made you feel as if he was not enough—

and that’s when you see yukki’s face. his steeled face, with no emotion fluttering across it like usual. because he knows you’re lying. "and you know how much i hate you lying to me, lovely," he whispers into your ear, "you know what happens when you do."

you shudder. "yes, yukki."

but the heat between your legs is hard to deny. you’re soaked, you can feel it before yukki even pushes your skirt aside, displaying you for oliver. “is she good enough for you?” he says, and you shudder against him. hearing him speak about you as if you were a piece of meat offered up to devour…it did something to you. it made your thighs clench. it made you feel sick and thrilled and wanting the dog in front of you, or yukki, to just do something—

yukki’s fingers sliding across your slit has you keening as oliver licks his lips in front of you. but he is a good dog, it seems, as disgusting as he is. he stays, and he watches yukki expertly put you on display. as if he’s showing off if you are worthy for oliver’s devouring.

"y-yukki—‘s too much, please, please—"

"shhhh. pets don’t speak, darling."

you moan, feeling your slick cover his fingers. you need one of them to do something. gone are your previous prudish thoughts, and you open your legs a little wider. oliver’s eyes go huge, his pupils almost swallowing his irises entirely as he stays.

"she’s fucking perfect."

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im in a gepard mood today hes so NGH i love him (id love him more if he wasnt e4.)

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thank u so so much everyone :3

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HANDS OFF !

˓𓄹 ࣪˖ what’s their favorite part of your body? multi-fandom scenario

contains nsfw (duh), oral (both receiving and giving), handjobs, boobjobs/paizuri, marking (a disgusting amount tbf), lots of spit, nipple play, breeding, bondage (m! receiving YES!!!) sub!character but idk if anyone minds actually, ass slapping + ass play, last part is shorter bc i had no more ideas ..

notes writers block is so real u guys .. also i just spent 20€ on hsr somebody sedate me!!!! please!!!! (gallagher and sunday are almost in all of those i need a lobotomy)

he likes your HANDS, likes the way they’re smaller and softer than his. loves when you run them through his hair, even when you pinch his cheeks (even if they end up red and swollen after).

he’s the type of person that loves holding your hand during sex. it doesn’t matter if he’s being rough, or if it’s just gentle lovemaking, you best believe your hand is getting held tightly by his. it’s comforting, grounding, it shows you that he’s here, no matter what, and you can trust him to take care of you. when his hands are busy doing other things (such as keeping your legs open or restraining you from squirming so much), he likes having your hands holding onto his shoulders, or cupping his face, anything’s fine as long as you keep touching him.

handjobs are his guilty pleasure. sure, they may be nothing over the top, but he thinks there’s nothing as arousing as having your small hand (or hands) wrapped around his cock, doing your best to bob them up and down, even if the amount of precum he’s leaking makes everything so sticky and wet. he just sits back, enamored with the little huffs and puffs you let out every once in a while, struggling to grab his whole cock. but that’s what makes you so charming to him, how cute you look when you’re so intent on nursing on his dick, how you whine at him to just help you out. he’s not a mean man, but just this once he’ll just sit in silence watching you.

kaeya, ayato, alhaitham, kaveh, neuvillette, lyney, childe, kinich (genshin impact) welt, sampo, luocha, jiaoqiu, aventurine, gallagher, phainon, anaxa (honkai star rail) chigiri, kunigami, nagi, itoshi sae, kaiser (blue lock) byakuya, nagito, kokichi, rantaro (danganronpa) mikey (lazy ass), chifuyu, ran (lazy ass n2), nahoya “angry”, kokonoi (tokyo revengers) dazai, ranpo, fukuzawa, tachihara, odasaku, jouno, nikolai (bungou stray dogs) deku, aizawa, sero, mirio, dabi (my hero academia) hinata, oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, semi, kenma, yaku, akaashi, suna (haikyuu) whitney, syndey, wren, brian (degrees of lewdity) gojo, shiu, nanami, sukuna (jujutsu kaisen)

he likes your THIGHS, and likes napping on them even more. regardless of how much he likes to laze around, the soft skin always lulls him into a deep sleep. and when he’s not sleeping, he’s tracing countless patterns on them as he talks about his day - or listens to yours. he bites you sometimes, then licks and kisses the skin better. call him a freak, but he’d die for your thighs, no questions asked.

have you guys ever seen those memes that are like “i’d be happy to die crushed by my gf’s thighs”? that’s him. point blank. he spends hours and hours between your legs, overstimulating you to the point of tears, and the more you cry and try to close your legs the more he enjoys it and keeps going. he starts by kissing your legs, inching closer and closer to your core, leaving numerous hickeys and bite marks all over your inner thighs. when he starts sucking and licking your clit, his hands squeeze the fat of your thighs, further bruising the flesh. you can’t even get mad at him, really, because the massages and creams and who-knows-what he gives you during aftercare makes up for it.

when you’re not feeling like having full on sex, you both agreed on letting him fuck your thighs. it’s a win-win, really, since he gets off and you can lay down and rest (as much as you can while having your boyfriend rutting in your legs from the back, to be fair). the slick coats your skin, making it easy for his cock to slide in and out of your thighs. his tip peeks out from the front, red and throbbing while he overstimulates himself. he groans in your ears, about how “you feel so fuckin’ good, sweetheart, you’re such a doll for letting me fuck you like this”. well, you can’t really resist him when he’s like this, so when his cock doesn’t go down after the nth orgasm he’s had, you just tell him to fuck you properly. he can’t wait.

diluc, albedo, xiao, gaming, zhongli, kazuha, thoma, wanderer, pantalone, childe (genshin impact) caelus, dan heng, dr ratio, moze (honkai star rail) isagi, bachira, rin, sendou (blue lock) makoto, kiyotaka, gundham, hajime, shuichi (danganronpa) mikey, kazutora, inui, mitsuya, souya “angry” (tokyo revengers) atsushi, tanizaki, chuuya, tecchou, sigma, mark twain, poe (bungou stray dogs) kaminari, tokoyami, shinsou, monoma, tamaki, hawks (my hero academia) kageyama, yamaguchi, hanamaki, sugawara, goshiki, fukunaga, bokuto, atsumu (haikyuu) kylar, robin, doren, mason, alex (degrees of lewdity) choso, ino, gojo, geto (jujutsu kaisen)

he likes your BOOBS. a worrying amount, actually. he feels like a teenage boy all over again, but he can’t help the way his eyes always drop down to your cleavage (regardless of the shirt you’re wearing, or lack of thereof). his hands are always grabbing your chest, squeezing the fat like they’re stress balls, and he won’t stop unless you whine enough or he’s satisfied (very unlikely). he could spend his whole life tugging and circling on your nipples, sucking on them, biting your tits, anything, really. and obviously your boobs end up swollen, bruised and overstimulated, but can you really be mad at him, though, when he looks at you like a kicked puppy?

a while ago, one of his friends showed him a video of this dude fucking his girlfriend’s tits, and the thought hasn’t left his head ever since. not to say he doesn’t like your pussy, or mouth, but there’s just something so lewd, so messed up about sliding his cock in and out of your boobs. he’s lucky to be dating a cutie like you, honestly, since you let him do just that. he’s a freak, he knows it, but your tits are just so soft, so warm and tight and wet that his dick slides against them so well. sometimes you’re sweet enough to take his tip into your mouth, licking and suckling on it, spreading precum all over your lips. he’s a meanie, though, cumming all over your tits and face. other times, he just rubs his cock all over your chest, pace quickening against your nipples. and no matter how many times he cums, his dick always gets hard again when he sees your doe eyes and pretty tits. be patient with him, yeah?

having you ride him is definitely one of his favorite positions, since it’s a win-win for both of you: you’re taking all of his cock (or at least, you try to), and he has your tits bouncing right in his face. yeah, having you twitch and squirt all over is length is nice (well, more than just nice, but you get my point), but he’s so mesmerized by your boobs. as stated above, he’s no better than a teenage boy, and just a handful of tits is enough to get him going and cumming deep inside you. sometimes he grabs your chest, sucks on your nipples hard enough to bruise them, but when you get sick of all the marks and spit, your best bet is to just tie his hands up. all he can do is whine, “c’mon baby, don’t be so mean. just wanna touch you” and “you’re bein’ so mean to me, i’ll be good, yeah?”, but you know him well enough to know they’re all lies. well, all the more reason to take control for once, no? he does deserve a little punishment every once in a while.

venti, kazuha, ayato, ororon, wriothesley, capitano, dainsleif (genshin impact) caelus, luka, gepard, jing yuan, boothill, moze, blade, gallagher, sunday, mydei, phainon (honkai star rail) isagi, aiku, reo, ness, nagi, rin itoshi, sendou (blue lock) mondo, nagito, kazuichi, korekiyo, kokichi (danganronpa) baji, kazutora, ran, shinichiro, izana, inui, hakkai, draken (tokyo revengers) dazai, ranpo, akutagawa, chuuya, fyodor, nikolai, jouno (bungou stray dogs) deku, shoji, bakugo, todoroki, sero, tamaki, monoma, shigaraki (my hero academia) kuroo, fukunaga, kageyama, tsukishima, osamu, kita, bokuto, sakusa, iwaizumi (haikyuu) kylar, robin, eden, sydney (degrees of lewdity) toji, gojo, higuruma, choso (jujutsu kaisen)

he likes your ASS. it’s a classic: who doesn’t? he likes laying his head on it, likes groping it when you’re wearing short, or skirts, or… never mind, he’s always touching it. whistles when you walk by, slaps it when he passes by you. call him childish but he could care less.

most of the time, he’s fucking you from behind, just so he can see the fat of your ass recoil and bounce when it hits his pelvis. he’s so rough, but he just can’t stop when you’re wrapped so tightly around him, not when the room is filled with the squelching sounds of your cunny. when you whine too much, he just slaps your ass, leaving big, red handprints on it, but he knows you don’t mind it. you won’t mind if he sticks his thumb inside your puckered hole, right? he doesn’t care about that “embarrassing” nonsense you keep on blabbering about, just let him take care of you. you seem to cum harder when he’s playing with your hole, anyways.

kaeya, dottore, tighnari, alhaitham, itto, zhongli, pantalone, childe (genshin impact) sampo, jing yuan, gallagher, mr reca, mydei, boothill, anaxa (honkai star rail) leon, gundham, kaito, k1bo (danganronpa) sae (canon), aiku, kunigami, barou (blue lock) baji, nahoya “angry”, draken, rindou, kakucho, mitsuya (tokyo revengers) kunikida, tachihara, jouno, mark twain (bungou stray dogs) bakugo, kirishima, aizawa, mirio, overhaul (my hero academia) bokuto, ushijima, hinata, yaku (haikyuu) bailey, sirris, mason, wren (degrees of lewdity) geto, shiu, gojo (jujutsu kaisen)

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I think Moze is a gentle kisser— at first. He’s careful with you and kisses you gently, softly as he cups his hand around the base of your neck but then he’s not sure if it’s accidental or not— the way you let out a soft little whine when he presses more of his weight into you. And it’s terribly unfair the way it makes something in his pants throb, like his last string of sanity snaps, whatever was helping him hold himself back gone before he’s kissing you deeper— and a little messier as his hands grab at your hips.

It’s one smooth movement the way he’s able to move you onto his lap, and you can only exhale a shaky breath against his lips as he curls his tongue along your own— groaning when your thighs slot over both of his and his hands are on you again. They move with purpose now, to squeeze into your hips— pulling more of your weight against him as he twists into your mouth and you already feel so kiss-drunk and warm now.

“Is this too much?” Moze hums, grunts against the wet press of your lips, every kiss is wet and loud and he palms at you again— pressing his hands beneath the hem of your shirt to touch at your bare skin and you can’t help but arch into him.

It’s intoxicating, the way his tongue presses into yours and the careful loss of oxygen almost makes your head spin as you both gasp between presses of your mouth. It makes your lungs quake when you use them to gasp out a soft reassurance of, “N-no, it’s fine! Keep going.”

But Moze seems to like that— enjoys how breathless you are from his kisses and he’s squeezing at your skin now, rocking up into you with careful rolls of his body and despite how overwhelmed you feel and strong he is, you feel great. You’re lightheaded with want, but he moves you so easily, kisses you so well as he all but groans against you.

He’s been holding back all this time and it’s only when he bites on your lower lip softly now that you see it. Now that your chest is pressed tight against his and he’s rocking your body in time with the way his tongue is pushing up against yours, pressing his name between your lips as he gives you a particularly strong, long squeeze of his hands on your hips. To pull you closer, to ease your hips into his.

Moze’s voice is wound up tight when he eventually responds to you, words pressed lowly into your mouth.

“How about more then?”

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just finished up the 3.1 quest and omg tribbie .. mydei .. ☹️☹️ can’t wait for 3.2

also the chimera event is so cute <//3