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arieslost · 6 months

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loudest in the paddock | cl16

summary: you’re charlie’s biggest fan.

word count: 1,013

warnings: suggestive comments at the end, possible bad writing (apologies in advance if this ends up being true)

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being charles leclerc’s girlfriend is a badge of honor that you wear with pride, and you love to make it known to everyone, whether there’s a camera on you or not.

the fans have a field day with all of your reactions that get captured on camera during race weekends, to the point where charles has a folder on his phone that is home to a number of memes that they’ve made of you. you just get easily excited, and clips of you yelling about something, whether good or bad, have gone viral on many separate occasions.

things are a little different this race. since the moment max’s brakes caught fire and then exploded as he was coming into the pit lane, you’ve been laser focused on the fact that your boyfriend’s teammate is in the lead, with your boyfriend himself only a couple seconds behind in p2. the only time your eyes weren’t glued to the tv was when you noticed someone standing in front of you to block the camera’s view of your celebratory dance when it was official that max had DNFed.

you’re practically biting your nails off as the laps go by, praying harder than you ever have before that this race ends well for ferrari. you hadn’t been able to attend the last race, so the possibility of witnessing charles on the podium in the flesh had you shaking in your boots. especially after how rough last season was.

and then george crashes on the last lap.

“what?!” you exclaim, flying out of your chair and covering your mouth with both hands.

the tv switches to a different camera that shows his car on its side in the middle of the track, and you can feel your heart in your throat as you wait for what looks like an obvious red flag. you can hear someone say your name, and out of the corner of your eye you can see your own face on another tv. usually you smile, wave, or make a funny face at the camera when you catch it filming you, but right now you’re too worried about the fact that only a yellow flag has been called along with a virtual safety car. your hands go from your mouth to your head as it’s confirmed that the race will finish under the virtual safety car, meaning a guaranteed ferrari 1-2 and charles on the podium.

you waste no time in throwing your headset down and cheering, getting wrapped up in hugs by the team as they pass you by to head to the side of the track and cheer carlos and charles across the finish line. while they do so, you rush out of the garage to find your way to the podium in order to get the best spot to see both ferrari drivers up there and hear the dulcet tones of a different anthem than that of the dutch one.

the wait goes by quicker than you thought, and they’re announcing lando’s name as he walks onto the podium to claim his third place finish. then the graphics behind the podium change to charles’, and the second his name is called you do what you’ve been waiting to do since the moment max retired from the race.

years of attending concerts and dance competitions had thoroughly prepared you for this moment. you cup your hands around your mouth, and the second you spot charles, you shout as loud as you possibly can.

“CHARLIEEEE!”

your scream renders everyone else silent for a few shocked moments, and you giggle when charles nearly trips over his own feet as he cranes his neck to try and find you. you shout his name again, sending the ferrari team into a chorus of similar cheers, and when charles finally spots you, his smile grows impossibly brighter and he blows you a kiss from the second place position on the podium.

he looks nothing short of ethereal— his hair fluffy and messy from being encased in his helmet, the rings adorning his fingers, the way he holds his chin up with barely contained pride as the team sings the italian national anthem. you make a mental note to tell him he’s been looking a lot like tony stark lately, and you’re loving it. even more so when he gets drenched in champagne, the confetti sticking to his soaked skin.

he has no struggle in finding you after the ceremony— as soon as you spot him, you let out a wolf whistle that has him blushing.

“there’s my girl,” he laughs as you launch yourself into his arms, kissing the top of your head. “made sure i could hear you all the way from the podium, huh?”

“of course, what did you expect?” you ask, smiling widely as you look at the trophy that got sandwiched between you both. “i’m so proud of you, charles. the whole world needs to know about it.”

“here,” he holds the trophy out to you. “pour toi, ma belle.”

“you’re shouldn’t have,” you tease, taking it into your hands and admiring it as best you can while trying to ignore your reflection in its surface. “this is amazing. you’re amazing. where’s carlos?”

“i thought you were my girlfriend,” he snatches the trophy back. “no more trophy for you.”

“but he won,” you continue, rolling your eyes when he pouts. “hey, i only gave him gracious applause. i seem to recall screaming your name before.”

“and it’s the only name you ever will.” he says with a wink, and you elbow him in the ribs.

“you are so…” you trail off, at a loss for words courtesy of his audacity.

“correct?” he supplies, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your temple.

“i was thinking ‘unbelievable.’”

“i’m taking that as a compliment.” he says, before leaning in and whispering in your ear. “now let’s go back to the hotel and see how loud you can be for me there, hmm?”

you can only hope that the hotel walls are soundproof.

note: for some reason writing for charles is like fucking impossible for me so if this flops i have nothing and no one to blame but myself 💪🏼💪🏼

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tgcg · 6 months

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the master baiter

TG: dont be mad

TG: ok thats like asking water not to be wet but

CG: WATER ISN'T FUCKING WET GOD DAMMIT.

TG: look whatever remember when you said you would die for me

TG: is that karkat in the room with us right now

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CG: I'M DYING "FOR YOU" EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU PEEL OPEN THOSE SHIT-EATING LIPS YOU KEEP PULLED TAUT OVER YOUR DRONING IGNORANCE SHAFT.

TG: heheheh

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CG: YOUR WORDSLUDGE SPEARS EVERY PARTICLE OF MY BODY WITH PINPOINT STRIDERIAN IDIOCY.

TG: oh shit here we go

CG: A VERBAL BARRAGE THAT PULVERIZES MY FLESH INTO A FINE RED MIST, KILLING ME INSTANTLY. WIPING ME THE FUCK OUT, TO SUCH AN INCREDIBLE DEGREE THAT PALEONTOLOGISTS CAN'T FULLY DISCERN IF A "KARKAT" FUCKING EXISTED IN THE FIRST PLACE.

CG: THEY'D BE SCRATCHING THEIR NUGBONES OVER IT FOR FUCKING SWEEPS, IF NOT FOR THE SHOCKING REALIZATION MERE MINUTES INTO THEIR DEBATES THAT NOBODY ACTUALLY GAVE A SHIT.

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CG: AND YET THE TEMPORAL DEVICE STILL SWAYS TO AND FRO IN CONSTERNATION. VEXED BY THE COMPLETE MENTAL VACANCY PUT BEFORE IT BY MY HUMBLE SACRIFICE, BOUND BY ITS COSMIC ROLE, BEGRUDGED BY MY UNSOLICITED DEATH CLOCKING IT INTO OVERTIME. IT HAS BETTER SHIT TO DO, GOD DAMMIT! IT HAS A LUSUS AND A HIVE TO GET BACK TO!

CG: "WHAT IS THIS. WHO LET THIS ASSHOLE IN HERE," IT SAYS. THEY AREN'T EVEN QUESTIONS, JUST ORBITAL SIGHS OF AN UNCARING UNIVERSE. A REALITY NOW KEENLY AWARE OF ITS OWN LAUGH TRACK.

CG: AND ITS PENDULUM TEETERS, TENTATIVE IN ITS OWN DISBELIEF AND PROFOUND APATHY.

TG: damn

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CG: "THIS SCUMBAG ISN'T EVEN GODTIER YET," IT POINTS OUT. THE AUDIENCE FLIPS THEIR COLLECTIVE SHIT, AGHAST AT THIS REVELATION.

TG: hahaha

CG: IT WELLS UP SUCH A THRUM OF FUCKING ENNUI THAT THE TIMEPIECE FLIPS OFF-KILTER, LANDING SQUARELY IN THE "DUMBASS" ZONE WITH A "FUCK IT" LOUD ENOUGH TO REVERBERATE THROUGHOUT PARADOX SPACE.

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CG: IT THEN ELECTS TO KICK MY PATHETIC FUCKING HALF-CORPSE BACK INTO THE LIVING PLANE AND FORCE ME, VENGEFULLY FROM THE AUDACITY OF MY OWN IDIOCY, TO REPEAT THIS CYCLE AD NAUSEAM

CG: UNTIL EXISTENCE ITSELF FINALLY CROAKS UNDER THE COMBINED WEIGHT OF OUR COLOSSAL STUPIDITY.

CG: BECAUSE WHO THE FUCK WOULD I BE IF I EVER GOT TO HAVE A BREAK?

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TG: yep there he is thats him offincer

TG: the man after my own heart

TG: thats a karkat brand "soft yes" if i ever heard one and i know my karkatisms dude im a goddamn graduate in karkatology

TG: i got my degree in this shit

TG: im rocking up to our convos with the dumbass black square hat thing cocked 45 degrees

TG: literally incapable of snapping it back kinda by design of the stupid thing but damn if im not doing it anyways im emanating the snappitudes

TG: im rocking my intelligence right now

TG: also water is absolutely wet dude its like the wettest thing on the planet

CG: I'M NOT REPEATING MYSELF AGAIN

TG: yeah you are

CG: FUCK. I AM.

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CG: I SAID THE LAST THREE TIMES IT'S A CONDITIONAL TERM--

TG: and im saying its common sense like being wet isnt conditional when youre the perpetual thing of wettening

CG: NO

TG: and brother it is THE wet

TG: like following your conditional argument

TG: if water isnt wet then the other water molecules are constantly making each other fuckin wet so its a moot point

TG: great philosophical debate

TG: which came first the water or the wet?

CG: DAVE

TG: think about it all those particles are wetting each other up all the time and shit

TG: its a fucked up display

CG: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

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TG: pretty much a perpetual orgy of the elements

CG: DUDE.

TG: that sounds kinda sick actually if you dont think about what it means

TG: h2orgy

CG: HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO VETO THIS STUPID DISCUSSION--

TG: tell me im wrong dude

CG: I'M UNIVERSE-APPOINTED TO HOVER AROUND YOU POINTING OUT EVERY DUMBASS TAKE YOU HAVE FOR THE REST OF TIME.

TG: thats so beautiful to me

TG: i could cry

#davekat #dave strider #karkat vantas #homestuck #comix #the master baiter #tabbydraw #this is my answer to artblock #late nite tgcg surprise

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chososrightnipple · 2 months

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mdni; thigh fucking w/ gojo

satoru would stay here in this moment forever, if he could. he’d never pull his cock out from between your thighs, not if it meant he could keep hearing the pretty little whines that are falling from your lips right now.

“please, ‘toru, it’s-” you plead, “n-not enough!”

the man coos, his hands tightening their grip on your skin. his hips are languidly thrusting between your soft thighs. pushing in, pulling out, tantalizingly slow. he plays with the expanse of your flesh- guiding your thighs up and down in tandem with his strokes.

despite neglecting your poor cunt, you're still soaked. enough so that the slickness has spread down in between your inner thighs- which, in satoru’s opinion, is infinitely better than any lube or lotion he could ever use.

“but baby,” satoru pouts condescendingly, “your thighs feel so good.”

and they do feel good. they feel fucking great. he thinks it again- he would stay here all day, as long as he possibly could.

and he knows he’s being so mean to you right now. getting you all worked up and sitting all pretty on his lap, just for him to use you selfishly for his own pleasure. your poor body left aching and wanting- stuck watching the tip of his cock bully its way between the fat of your thighs, rather that inside your weeping pussy.

satoru can’t help it. you’re just so warm.

his fingers massage at your skin, watching the waves they make across the expanse of your thighs. so pretty. the man lazily thrusts upward again. he really could keep his dick nestled here all day.

“can barely feel you,” you whine again. satoru chuckles in amusement above you. the most friction you’re getting right now is probably from your own thighs pathetically rubbing together. he juts his bottom lip out, humming apologetically.

“how sad, you poor thing,” he leisurely grinds his hips upward, “personally, i’m feelin’ pretty good right now.”

the muscles in your thighs tense at his mock pity. satoru shakily exhales. the sudden increase of pressure has his hips stuttering in place, head lolling forward to rest against your love-bitten shoulder. he presses open mouth kisses on the skin as a wave of pleasure ripples through him.

“now that really felt good,” he mumbles into your shoulder. to mock the feeling, he uses his grip on your thighs to squeeze you around his aching dick. satoru lets out a long, low groan.

“let’s make a deal, yeah?” he hums thoughtfully, voice strained with desire. “you keep making use of your pretty thighs and i’ll touch you. sound good, pretty girl?”

you’re agreeing with little hesitation and satoru can’t help but chuckle. he can admit when he’s being a tease- and he’s been one all day. but you can forgive him for being a bit mean, can’t you? he can’t help how good your thighs feel.

“well, get to work then, baby,” satoru gives one last squeeze to the plush of your thighs before his hands begin to travel upward.

and you do as your told. he feels the slight shift on his lap as you’re hips swivel. you rub your thighs up and down his cock, squeezing and tensing your muscles at the base before relaxing at his tip.

it’s heavenly. satoru practically drools over your shaky thigh job. “hah- good job, doll. jus’ like that,”

he, of course, is a man of his word as well. his hands find themselves drawn to your soaked pussy, fingers easily slipping against your messy clit. you, worked up beyond belief, snap your hips up at the sudden stimulation.

in a right state of mind, satoru would take the chance to pick fun at how sensitive you are. but in that moment, he can barely breathe, let alone tease you- your thighs enveloping his dick perfectly, taunt muscles squeezing him so beautifully that his vision is going white.

“ah- hnngh- careful, careful. don’t wanna cum, yet.” he chokes out. forcefully, the hand not currently busying itself with your clit slams your hips back down to his. he wraps his arm around your waist, hoping to keep you in place.

satoru resumes his ministrations against your clit. making patterns and indiscernible shapes, varying his speed and pressure and angle. you’re a melted puddle in his lap in no time- something he always has the ability to reduce you to. eventually, satoru can no longer tell whether your trying to rub your thighs up and down his cock or just grind against his fingers.

either way, it feels delicious.

“shit, love, you’ve been holdin’ out on me. your thighs are- hah, fuck- gonna drive me crazy.” satoru babbles, alternating between biting at your shoulder and licking apologies over the imprint.

you can tell he’s drunk off the pleasure from the slur of his words, the sudden desperation in his movements, the pulse of his cock between your thighs. “gonna make me cum all over, make a mess of your pretty thighs, yeah?”

satoru chases after that intensifying pleasure building within him. his hips jerk and his dick twitches like he’s a man possessed, practically rutting into you. into your plush thighs, focusing on the feeling of their addicting warmth surrounding him. eyes watching his tip disappear into your thigh fat as you coninue stroking up and down. so pretty.

his orgasm hits him with such strength that he has to sink his teeth into your skin- just to stop the onslaught of utter filth that is about to pour from his lips. you tense your thigh muscles around him, feeling that familiar twitch of his cock. “ah, f-fuck, baby-!”

he cums in spurts, thick white ropes coating the skin of your thighs. painting your skin with his release and dirtying the bed sheets. though, satoru can’t find it in himself to care, not as he rides out one of the most intense highs he’s had in awhile.

when he comes back to, there’s a new laziness to the air surrounding him. he hums, the sound low in the back of his throat. “oh, i’m about to eat you out so fucking good for that.”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut

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comicaurora · 8 months

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I'm sorry that the terfs made their way onto your blog but it does feel good to see you support trans people. Thank you for that

Always.

I think, charitably, that the discourse going down on that post is an extrapolation and over-focus on one element of the point I was making: that for me, determining with certainty that I was cis was a rather fraught process. I was presented with many alternatives, but underlying their imposition on me was the oddly regressive idea that the things I liked, the principles I valued, the parts of myself I was proud of were not permitted of women. My whole life I got smacked with the background radiation that I couldn't like being strong because women aren't allowed to be stronger than men. I couldn't like being loud and boistrous because women aren't allowed to take up space. I couldn't be a math geek because women aren't smart. It was all deeply regressive misogyny from day one, but I started getting hit with it slathered in a fresh coat of paint - all those assumptions still held to be true, but now there was the out that I could do all those things if I just wasn't a woman.

Concluding that the underlying bioessentialist premise was wrong was very important. Absolutely none of those statements were true, and were only ever maintained by cultural saturation, goalpost-readjustment when they were actively disproven, and the occasional bout of lying with statistics to pretend they weren't just Shit All The Way Down. The core premise that certain things were only permitted of or possible for men was bullshit, and I didn't need to surrender the gender I liked best in order to play in the spaces I wanted to. I could simply exist the way I was already existing. I didn't need anything else.

The misinterpretation is the assumption that this being true of me means this is everybody's relationship with gender. I turned out to be cis, so for me, feeling that holding onto my assigned gender wasn't allowed was distressing - just another invocation of the same bioessentialist bullshit I'd been dealing with since the preschool playground. This is because misgendering is fundamentally denying that a person has the right to express themself the way they want. When aimed at me, it says I'm not performing traditional femininity well enough to deserve my pronouns. The same disrespect is the root of misgendering when aimed at trans people. "Perform your gender to my satisfaction or I will confiscate it."

The problem is, bioessentialism is 100% ingrained into the terf playbook, which is why, for instance, all their shitty talking points about trans athletes eventually boil down to "no woman can ever defeat a man in any contest because we are simply naturally weak and stupid and there is nothing we can do about it" and quite frankly nothing disgusts me more than the defeatist acceptance of the very lie that feminism is dedicated to overcoming. Instead of accepting that the paradigm of bioessentialism is a false dichotomy right from the jump, they embrace and weaponize it against the people whose existence proves the dichotomy is a lie. If gender essentialism is fundamentally false, then it is nobody's fucking business what anybody does with their gender. If the lines don't exist, nobody needs to enforce them. And yet there the terfs go, hunting down people whose lives are none of their business and trying to argue that they represent some great and terrible evil, some downfall of society made flesh, something that makes it totally correct and normal for them to spend so much time thinking about strangers' genitalia. They want this to be a noble crusade so badly they won't even examine what flag they're flying.

I love and support the trans people in my life and will always, always stand on the side of your right to exist, but alongside that, terf rhetoric especially disgusts and infuriates me because it is, at its heart, utter cowardice. The world told them they were weak and stupid and inferior and they fucking believed it. And now they think Fighting The Good Fight For Women means turning around and using the same paradigmatic weapon that hurt them to hurt the people whose existence outside the binary proves the weapon is a lie. They're the same shithead schoolyard bullies who made me believe my entire existence was foundationally wrong for years of my life and I will never, ever side with them or the shitty, cowardly rhetoric that contributed to the loneliest years of my life.

Figure out who you are and do it on purpose. Find the real source of the misery in your life and try fighting that instead of the other crabs in the bucket. Trans rights.

#asks #not aurora

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 8 months

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Reader recives Buckys nudes accidentally

Authors note: The one MCU man I'd be with (Well, and Nomad Steve)

Word count: 710

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Bucky couldn't help but be a bit proud of himself. He'd just returned from a hanging out with Sam, and the man had helped him finally figure out how to take a selfie. So now, even though it had taken a while and some help, he was able to take a decent picture of himself that he actually liked. And having been successful with technology once tonight, he decides that he's going to push his luck at furthering this understanding and enjoyment of it, by attempting to figure out how to send it to you.

You're always so kind to him, have been since day one really, and you're always excited when he takes steps towards getting caught up by learning new things. He's very appreciative of it, and you. It makes him feel good and like his accomplishments, no matter how small, do matter.

However, that earlier feeling of accomplishment he had quickly goes away when he reviews the outgoing message that had just sent. Now all he feels is dread and embarrassment, because he had sent you the entirely wrong picture. Instead of getting his smirking face, you’ll be getting an admittedly blurry picture of his boxer clad legs with his hardened dick poking out the fly as his flesh hand wraps around it.

“That…that is not the one I sent. I didn't…oh fuck”

What's he supposed to do here? What's he supposed to say? He certainly didn’t want you to feel disrespected by this mistake, he wasn’t some asshole that wanted to boost his ego by gaining attention over his dick. But he certainly felt like he would come off that way. Even if he explained himself, he feared you would think he wasn't being truthful.

His scowl deepens and he flexes his vibranium fingers out of nervousness as he contemplates the situation. Maybe Steve was right, maybe he should have just gotten a flip phone. Surely then he wouldn't be in this predicament. But no, he had to listen to Sam and Tony and get a ‘smart phone’. What was so damn smart about it if it couldn’t even send the right picture?

Over in the gym, you had just finished your workout and were standing by your locker to gather your change of clothes so you could shower when your phone buzzed on the bench. You finish wiping off your forehead with the towel before picking up your phone to see what was up. You smile when you see the notification from Bucky, as it always warmed your heart to see the man getting to rediscover life and the new aspects of it, and unlock your screen to see what he’d sent.

Your eyes nearly pop out of your head when you see the picture and you quickly exit your messages to glance around and make sure no one else is close enough to see what you'd been sent. Satisfied with everyone's distance you re open the picture, and despite its blurriness you can tell the man is very well endowed. And though you really do like what you see, there is no doubt in your mind that you were not meant to receive this. Bucky never even caught on to your subtle flirting, so there was no way he’d be bold enough for this.

This wasn’t meant for me, was it?

He stares at the text for an unknown amount of time, it felt like a trap. If he said yes, but you hadn’t liked it or him, it would ruin your friendship. But if he said no, and you were interested in him, he’d be blowing his shot with you.

Bucky?

He falls back against his mattress with a sigh, he might as well be truthful, This wasn’t what I meant to send, no. But I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t thinking about you when I took it.

Your face heats up and butterflies erupt in your belly, Well, I just happen to have some free time. Maybe you can elaborate on what other feelings you have when you think of me

Only if you promise me that Sam never hears about how bad I screwed up or how mushy I can be

You chuckle, I wouldn’t tell a soul

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #marvel #fanfic #marvel fanfiction #james buchanan barnes

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k-atsukibakugou · 16 days

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w/c: 1.1k tw: needles, at home piercing (DO NOT PIERCE UR TONGUE AT HOME FOR THE LOVE OF GOD), pet names (baby doll, gorgeous) notes: inspired by this thirst hereeeee + thank u my love @ghostbeam for always helping me ilysm

"hold still."

"schorry."

"that means don't speak, idiot."

you roll your eyes in response, pointedly staring at your best friend after you do. his own tongue bar clacking against his teeth when he bites his tongue, concentrating on yours, stuck out over your lips for him to inspect. dyed black hair was all you could see as he dipped, twisted, turned and tilted his head, latex all you could taste as he lifted your tongue with a gloved hand, adjusting the muscle as necessary.

"stick it out as far as you can." you follow touya's instructions, adjusting yourself in the bathroom sink, touya subconsciously stepping further between them when your thighs slip apart, his eyes still focused on your mouth as he stares, his eyebrows drawing further down his face.

you lick your lips as soon as he turns away, attempting to ease the discomfort of your dried lips and pooling saliva from holding your tongue out for so long. touya flashes you a playfully disapproving glance, reaching for the pile of tools sat beside you on the porcelain sink.

"think you can do it?" you study your face like he'd studied your tongue, mapping every freckle, mole, vein, scar and piercing marring the face of the little boy you'd met, you love him like this, you think. so perfectly touya. just as much your touya as he'd been as a hot-headed tween, dragging you by your hand into his room to show off action figures, just as much your touya as he was at sixteen, after his first piercing (well, technically first two, he'd gotten both nostrils at once), when he'd snuck into your room after his mother had seen the gems flash the moment he walked through the door, promising he'd go back home if you watched a new horror movie with him.

"'course i can, gorgeous," you begin to fidget, growing more and more nervous the more he toyed with the tools, gathering what he needed; preparing iodine, lubricant, the needle, the taper and of course the titanium bar. picking up a tissue and something else you can't see, he turns to face you again, inching closer once more, his hips nearly bumping your own on the sink, "that's the point of being a bad influence, isn't it?"

grinning, he pokes his tongue out, metal flashing under low lights, making you hyper aware once more of what you're tucked in your bathroom to do, "alright, out all the way again."

"is that the needle?" you think your voice shakes, staring at the tool he grasped in his left hand with wide eyes, a quiet, wobbly tone like a scared child.

"marker, baby doll, gotta make sure i pierce your pretty tongue nice and straight." touya's smile is crooked, a tiny flash of pearly teeth behind pierced, pink lips.

"oh, okay." still with a wobble in your speech when you begin to fiddle with your fingers, you try to focus instead on the multitude of misshapen chips in your nail polish, trying to decide what colour you might paint them next, wondering if touya will match you with a navy blue, or if the matching tongue bars will be enough.

"i can get you a towel to squeeze? if you're scared?" his voice is low, hushed as he pats your tongue dry, glancing up to your doe eyes as you shake your head, attempting to say you were okay with your tongue out. touya had countless piercings, certain there's more than you can see right now, countless times he'd gone through this process; sanitising, marking, piercing, and not once can you imagine him squeezing something soft in his hands for comfort, digging blunt, painted nails into a plush, imagining a curious face instead, sharp eyes following the needle as you avoided it, maybe crunching his eyes closed in a wince at the very last moment, when the sharp, unforgiving needle tip forced its way through squishy flesh.

"you sure?" he taps the pen on your thoroughly dried tongue, a tiny purple dot staining the centre of your tongue, the fine marker tip making you jump, overly sensitive with adrenaline pulsing through your body, waiting to nod until after he placed the pen aside.

"if you say so, baby doll." you feel the smooth latex of the glove on your tongue again, adjusting his hold on the tip of your tongue to hold the twitching muscle still, looking up to your eyes once more, noticing how you squeezed them shut the moment his muscles twitched to reach beside you for the sterile needle.

"ready?"

"uhuh."

"breathe in." your hands twitch in your lap as you suck in a deep breath, holding it in your chest even as he chastises you for it, muttering a quiet, gentle, "you have to breathe out, too, idiot."

your hands fly to his hips the second the needle touches your tongue, not even quite piercing it yet, gripping him like your life depended on it, a soft whimper echoing from the back of your throat as the needle came out through the underside, your exhale shaky as you clutch touya's hips tighter, your body tense as he whispers soft encouragements for you to keep breathing, "go nice and slow, gorgeous, like that."

you listen as best you can, focusing on the sensation of the denim underneath your fingertips, how it feels to drag your nails over the material, how your lungs inflate and deflate, how touya's voice sounds in the shell of your ear as he comforts you, praising your stillness as he places the bar at the end of the taper.

"i'm gonna put the bar in now, baby, you ready?" you don't nod, not risking moving, instead shifting your fingers to slide under the hem of his shirt, gently tapping thrice on his hot skin, y-e-s, before tucking your fingers securely into his hemline, holding him as tightly as you could when he instructs you to breathe again, "in, 1-2-3, out. did so perfect, baby."

touya doesn't move, doesn't step out of your gravity, out of your hold on him, back three steps into safety from whatever was blooming between you the longer you held him between your thighs with saliva gathering on your swollen tongue, a minuscule amount of tears gathering in your waterline with your wobbly exhale. you make no move either, keeping your hands tucked into the hem of his faded jeans, your tongue out and your eyes closed, cracking one open only when he rests his hands on your thighs, "you will not live it down if you drool on me."

closing your mouth, you giggle before wincing, resting your head on his chest as you whined out at him, "ow, touya, don't make me laugh."

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#touya todoroki x reader #toya todoroki x reader #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki toya x reader #dabi x reader #「mercury writes」#「touya <3」

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harmonysanreads · 1 month

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Dosis Sola Facit Venenum

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Yandere!Jiaoqiu x Reader

cw(s) : yandere themes, force feeding, drugging, implications of munchausen syndrome, biting, gaslighting, non-consensual touching, intrusive thoughts, victim blaming. read at your own discretion.

「 word count : 900+ 」「 read on ao3 」

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Tagging @yandere-romanticaa I did not expect to write Jiaoqiu content so soon TvT

Your naïveté knows no bounds. Pushing, objecting, fighting and defying a phenomenon your senses can't even perceive. Blinded in spite of a functioning vision, immobilized even at the absence of tangible restraints. You protest and mewl and reject, but you're oblivious to what against. It's enough to lure out the claws kept in check, entice them to sink into layers of tender flesh.

Your turned head and stretched palm before his insistent advances are delightful to spectate, so much so the healer can't for once peel his eyes away. “I feel full.”

“Full? From two measly spoons of medicinal stew?” he tilts his head as though to better gauge the increasing pressure between your reddened lips. Blood rushes to and paints your skin in a flush, he can very well predict your next words.

“You call that medicine? It's spicy enough to burn my whole digestive system!” you all-but roar at his placid face, Jiaoqiu gives but a hum in exchange.

The bite of the capsaicin renders you restless, his scheming gaze doing little to soothe your distress. You are a pitiful, confused thing ; aiming your arrows without direction in hopes of eliminating whatever it is that sends you in disarray. A hunter lost in a maze of a forest, soon to lose their titular identity and succumb to the shadows' calling.

Your stare is dumb when his thumb swipes across the residue stew clinging to the corner of your lips, a shudder nearly cracks his facade when his tongue acquaints with the taste.

“Barely stings. If I add any less of a spice than this, it's going to taste like distilled water.”

Jiaoqiu nearly tsks at the way your fingers clench the ends of your garment, it should've been him — not some measly piece of fabric in the clutches of your attention. But the silence that now spreads around the room intrigues him, for once you have nothing sassy to say.

“Whatever. I'm not eating any more of that Jiaoqi—mmph!”

Silly little thing. Cloaking yourself in sickness in order to escape your duties, provoking a famed healer to cure your mystery, non-existent ailment. You're a sinner just as much as you're a sin, bit by agonizing bit, ensnaring his soul in your dainty grasp yet sporting the audacity to not see it. Jiaoqiu knows he could never escape from beneath your fingertips, but he can attempt to seize your flighty little being in a death grip.

There's a scintilla of defiance in your pupils even as his hand grasps your jaw, shining through the discomfort induced by the silver spoon shoving a mouthful of that detestable stew and not relenting until the movement of your throat determines its consumption. Your breaths are stirred in abrupt patterns, titillating the Foxian's interest. You eye his lingering fingers absentmindedly squeezing close the flesh of your cheeks, a few dots of darkness almost blurring your vision.

“Was that necessary?” you bite out vengefully.

“I think I need to cure that attitude of yours before whatever sickness it is that prevents you from doing that one particular work. As for whether this is necessary?” Jiaoqiu's free hand slides down to your right wrist, the fabric of his glove makes unwanted gooseflesh appear on your skin.

“Look at how skinny you're getting. Even an old fox like me could snap this in half and you're whining about me keeping you under observation? You really don't know what's best for yourself.”

You sputter at his pointed words, “I'm not that weak... and I definitely don't need your specialized medicinal stew to cure me—heck, I'm not even actually sick!” you snap with vigor but can't find the energy to snatch back your wrist.

“Oh really?” a squeeze to your cheeks shuts you up, the heat in his orange eyes threaten to engulf the spark still keeping you alight.

“But that's where you're wrong. You are sick and you do need me and my healing art. If you aren't in fact sick, how come you can't even keep your eyes on mine anymore?”

No amount of spice could rival the image that paints itself before him, muscles fighting the pull of slumber and sagging before his voracious gaze. Not even a single coherent word can escape from your heavy tongue and shut lips, no finger vigorous enough to lift against his grabby hands.

Jiaoqiu observes the pliant face in his grasp. The scent of fear and desperation tickles his nose and beckons him closer to the sin, fangs so insistently obscured now sinks on the first bite of his demise. You flinch upon the intrusion of something sharp on the skin of your throat, collapsing to a pair of awaiting arms. Indentions marr the previously flawless canvas, a sheen of saliva shines obscenely and the Foxian is certain he's too far gone.

Your resilience is an infuriating trait, especially in response to the forces that try to weaken the fire in your soul. When one drop of Tumbledust fails, a second is added and if this continues for more than one meal — even the most roaring flame will be rendered suppliant.

The dosage of medicine is an area of caution for any physician, prescribing more than what is necessary can accelerate the erosion of health. But without sickness and ailment, what value does a healer hold? Without the presence of this flame that brightens his stale life, what purpose is there for Jiaoqiu to continue pursuing this existence?

Naïve, pitiful, agonizing, sinful, intoxicating — he'd never run out of adjectives to describe you. You brought him to ruination, and an eternal damnation he'd choose still before the prospect of losing you, too.

#i have an exam tomorrow but i had to get this out of my head #jiaoqiu #jiaoqiu hsr #yandere jiaoqiu #yandere jiaoqiu x reader #jiaoqiu x reader #jiaoqiu x you #yandere hsr #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr x reader #yandere honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #yandere #yandere concepts

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gukisbabe · 3 months

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112:45am] jeon jungkook x fem!reader, 18+ smut!!! mainly face riding

completely absolutely obsessed with jks nose can you tell?

•••

"your nose is so pretty."

you find yourself mumbling at your boyfriend before your brain can even overthink those words and yet you're glad you didn't hesitate.

there's absolutely no reaction from jungkook for a whole minute as you absentmindedly trace his sharp features with your fingers, not quite able to handle just how handsome he is.

you've been observing his side profile for a while now and every time your eyes found their way to his nose, you couldn't help but bite your bottom lip at the mental image of its tip nudging against your clit whenever he's got his face buried in your cunt.

jungkook has been playing his video game for about an hour now and despite wanting to give him some space, you simply couldn't resist the craving of being close to him.

it's not like he minds your presence at all; jungkook loves having your legs in his lap and your hand in his hair, playing with the soft beautifully blonde strands as he enjoys his daily screen time away from all of his incone responsibilities.

usually you're quick to fall asleep, yet this time you seem to focused on him to even let the actual thought of sleep cross your mind.

you know it's because you can't stop thinking about your boyfriends lips, his hot tongue and his perfect nose, your head full of thoughts about how good he makes you cum over and over again once he's gotten a taste.

whereas jungkook remains absolutely clueless. he's also a little too focused to pay complete attention to your words but he does appreciate any compliment coming from your way. ever since the two of you started dating you've made it your mission to remind him how perfect he is

jungkook places a quick kiss of gratitude into your palm before he pushes his lips into a thoughtful pout and focuses on his game again, not realising how much you've been pressing your thighs together in hopes of releasing some of the pressure on your needy cunt.

there's just something about the way he scratches the sides of his nose whenever he's slowly getting excited, poking the inside of his cheeks with his tongue and nibbling on his lip like he's purposely trying to torture you.

"j." you mumble sternly and reach for his hand, grateful he's quick to play into your neediness as he grabs your inner thigh and gently strokes your skin,

"i wanna ride your face, please."

usually you're not one to be this bold with your requests but after watching him for the past hour it's been incredibly hard for you to maintain your composure and even your patience has limits.

jungkook is absolutely stunned at your words. for a second he's not sure if he even heard you right, giving you a double take just to realise your current state.

eyes glossy, lips pushed into the cutest pout, thigh firmly pressed together and your cute nipples poking through the fabric of your pyjama shirt to the point where not a single thought is left to imagination.

just out of curiosity jungkook lets his hand wander in between your legs, gulping harshly at the way they fall apart like you've been waiting to be relieved and once his fingers graze your soaked panties, he knows exactly why you're reacting the way you do.

without even missing another beat, jungkook throws his controller as well as his headset to the side, turning his game off and almost instantly laying on his side of the bed.

"I'm sorry for not realizing sooner, baby", he whispers as you shakily make your way to straddle his handsome face, his cheeks and lips tinted in the sweetest shade of pink, "there you go, baby."

his praise elicits a soft whimper from your throat, your hole clenching in absolute despair and the second the tip of his nose grazes your flesh, you throw your head back with a loud moan of relief.

"fuck, baby", jungkook grunts against your cunt, his tongue lapping up your sweet juices and if it wasn't for his tight grip on your waist, you would have thought he passed

out, "you're so wet for me, angel, so perfect." all you can do is whimper in response, grabbing a fistful of his hair and grinding yourself against his tongue, whining every time his nose nudges your hardened clit.

"you're so wet for me, angel, so perfect."

all you can do is whimper in response, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair and grinding yourself against his tongue, whining every time his nose nudges your hardened clit.

"that's why you love my nose so much, hm?", jungkook smile turns into a smirk as he pushes his tongue inside of your clenching hole, groaning and moaning against your wet flesh like a man gone mad.

"mhm, y-yes", you whisper and feel the sweet sensation of your release climbing up your spine in the sweetest way possible, "love sitting on it."

and for a moment jungkook movements stop, as he appreciates your sweet compliment, head cloudy from all the arousal floading his brain and his cheeks burning from excitement.

"that's my good girl", he grunts and finally wraps his lips around your sensitive clit before he pushes the tip of his tongue against the nub and applies just the right amount of pressure, making sure to have you cum all over his face to make you feel as loved and appreciated as he does.

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook bts smut #jungkook drabble #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook smut #bts x fem!reader #jungkook bts #jungkook scenarios #jeon jungkook #Jeon Jungkook smut

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yzashaven · 8 months

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𝐁𝐄𝐓 !

꒰ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ꒱ billionaire!scaramouche x reader

꒰ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ꒱ nsfw content. reader gambling in a casino. rough sex. creampie. squirting. literally not proofread at all </3

꒰ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ꒱ betting dollars upon dollars with a billionaire. surely a good idea! ...right?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄— i'm gonna need you all to forgive me for being away for a whole month and coming back with a half-assed fic </3 it's been really tiring but i'm doing okay! (for now)... i really do hope that you all enjoy this even though my writing is honestly a bit rusty now that i haven't written a single sentence in the month's long "break" i took. i love you all, thank you so so much for 1.5k !! 🤍 + thoughts on this new layout? :3

he was just another run-of-the-mill billionaire hanging out at casinos, local and private, for the ordinary people and the rich. you just so happen to be a regular at a specific casino and bar called the 'devil's temptation'. you spend a few hours of your day there every week or so, taking home stacks of your winnings home each time you go.

you were quite well known by the other regulars as a money magnet of sorts due to your high win rate whichever game you play, especially poker. your night was going on normally as per usual, well, until a man approached you.

"care for a game or two, pretty lady?"

☆★

"royal flush." yet another easy win on your part. you smiled at the man softly as you layed down your hand. he simply chuckles and looks at you lustfully, "huh, well played, indeed. though, why don't you say we make a... different type of bet this time?" he's being quite vague, you raise an eyebrow at him, "do you mind elaborating?"

a smirk from him as a reply, "accompany me to my mansion for the night, then you'll see." hesitant yet curious, you agreed. but how in hell would you have thought the said bet would end up with you getting fucked by the man named scaramouche?

★☆

"fuck...!" a loud whimper rips through your throat at the way he thrusted in and out of your sensitive cunt, you tried your hardest not to cum. after all, that was your deal, if he came first, he'd give up over a million dollars to you in the form of a cheque. but if you were to cum first, you'd be his, body, heart, and soul.

your upper body had already surrendered to him as your face was buried in a pillow, your torso flat on the fine silk sheets of his bed. your elbows failed in keeping you held up as he fucked you relentlessly—hard, deep, and fast.

"c'me on, don't you wanna cum around my cock, baby?" he insists and brings his hand over to grope at one of your breasts, squeezing at its' softness and using his fingers to tease your nipples. you nod, to answer his question. but of course you didn't, you wanted to win the bet. who would refuse a large amount of money?

...but maybe you'll have another chance at such an offer.

your body couldn't take any more. you bit the soft pillow in front of you to muffle out the lewd moan you mewled out as your body shivered intensely at the euphoric feeling that hit you hard like a truck.

a dark chuckle from behind, "guess you're mine now, yeah?" he whispers before pulling out all the way, only to slam back inside to earn yet another symphony of moans straight from your drooling lips. his own mouth latches onto your neck to kiss, lick, and even bite at the flesh, leaving marks all over from the area of your neck to your shoulder.

his hand trails further down to pinch at your clit, causing you to scream out his name in extreme ecstasy, squirting as you completely dampen the sheets—all the while he began to shoot ropes and ropes of his cum deep inside of your pussy, reaching your womb.

not even a minute to calm down from your highs, he was already repositioning the two of you. firm grips from his hands laying you on your back and manhandling you right where he wanted you to be. a delicious mating press. it didn't take long for him to slide back into your warmth.

#♡.･ signed by yza ✰°｡⋆#♡.･ dearest kuni ✰°｡⋆#♡.･ late night thoughts ✰°｡⋆#scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #genshin smut #genshin x reader #fem!reader

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anantaru · 10 months

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cw. tit play, fem! reader, first time seeing you naked, flustered zhongli & a little pervy zhongli

zhongli has never seen you naked before, and although your relationship was still new and in its early stages, his thoughts had already drifted into the imagination of how otherworldly beautiful you must look underneath those clothes— ugh, he just couldn't help himself.

and it's so embarrassing when you first show him your tits all intimate and exposed as you moved smoothly around the skin, his golden eyes following your every move as you proudly cup the mounds in your palms while squeezing them for him, putting on a sensual show, enjoying to watch how his thick bulge was growing just at the sight of you.

he hums deep into his chest before exhaling through his nose, and nothing was in between you besides a breeze of air rising and falling with zhongli feeling a bit lightheaded and dazed by your bare body— thinking back about all those times where he had touched himself at the thought of this.

you see it hidden in the sparkling glimmer of his eyes that your boyfriend was just strong enough to resist burying his face in your chest, and you furthermore lean into him before taking a seat on his lap— your hands sliding from your breasts to come up and cradle his blushing face, signalizing your deep lust for him because it just wasn't enough anymore.

at the sight of this, zhongli knows now that he would do everything right when it comes to pleasuring you, he'd make it his duty to fuck you how you deserved— make his length brand your searing spots with his aching veins, waiting until your pussy remembers the shape of him as your walls introduce his shaft to your addicting trace— your cunt constricting and clenching down on him softly, sweetly and like you never want him to leave again.

over and over until you're squirming for mercy.

the way zhongli knows you would sound so sweet as well, those concealed noises simmering below the surface, dripping like candid molasses on his tongue, his mind wandering through his wild imaginations before your voice draws his attention right back to you.

"do you want to touch them?" you ask with a slight wink, your tits bouncing as you go back to squeeze them roughly, "if you let me," he pants back, answering a little too fast to his own liking.

but you really do not have to tell him twice.

zhongli clenches his jaw as he swallows the budding saliva on his tongue— and it's creating a new spark of tension when you let go of your breasts before he places his palms on top of them, starting off slow between kneading and squeezing the flesh and enticing you with the promise of more.

you slant into his touch to relax and are so close to him now, so close that you could feel the heat of his body rattle through your skin as zhongli pinches and twists one nipple before leaning his head forward to take one in his mouth.

well, it's sudden, and you didn't expect him to use his tongue right away, but you knew that he was yearning for this, you could evidently witness the hunger in his eyes, and you whine out through a strangled sound, instantly losing yourself in the hot sensation of his mouth as he hollows his cheeks to suckle on the flesh.

an unquenchable thirst simmers through your desiring touches as you arch your back into him, your toes curling as you look at the mess on your chest coaxing out a shiver from your body— copious amounts of saliva oozing through the splits of his mouth and curving over your frame.

it's all so messy and filthy that it makes you drool at the sight, squeezing your thighs again and again as your sobs and wails grow louder, needier and more desperate before you suddenly press his head into your chest, your stomach fluttering from being stimulated so fucking dearly.

you're done for, in fact, you both are, and you wonder how long this will go before zhongli notices the heavy outline of his bulge on his slacks, because it certainly must hurt him by now— having to deal with those tight pants making it quite difficult for his shaft to twitch and ache in his boxers.

but if you're being honest, you're a little proud of turning him into this.

#genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin Impact smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli smut

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miniwheat77 · 3 months

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Dove. (Keegan x Virgin!Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, unprotected p in v sex, virginity loss, oral sex (f receiving), virgin!reader, violence, blood, injuries, proceed with caution. No minors!

Keegan does not feel like his life is that eventful.

He does the same thing day in and day out it seems, until a group of new recruits happened to join the base he was on. He turned into a big brother pretty much. Guiding them and teaching them everything there was to know about pretty much anything on base. Keegan was pretty smart, he knew his way around a lot of things. Guns, body armor, humvee’s, military training. But one recruit really stuck out to him, because while the others didn’t know too much. She did.

When it came down to it and he was teaching, sometimes she would make comments about it. Clearly knowing her way around a few things and that’s when he took to her.

You.

You might have been new, but you knew a lot. You absorbed a lot of the information you were taught and you liked that Keegan was so able to teach, and more or less willing to. It didn’t take long for you and Keegan to start getting along, the kicker was seeing you out on the field. The way you moved, the way you never missed a shot. Your ability to sense when something didn’t feel right. Your fight to not move forward if something didn’t feel right. It helped create a friendship between you and Keegan. Not only did you get along well on the field, but you had more in common than you originally thought.

This resulted in the two of you getting sent out on missions with each other.

Neither of you had any feelings for each other. It was platonic and you had even opened up to each other about other relationships and problems you’d had. When Keegan found out you were a virgin, he made sure to tell you to keep it to yourself. That guys always had a thing about girls being virgins. He worried about you, worried about you getting taken advantage of especially.

Neither of you had any feelings for each other. Or so you thought.

Keegan has been scared. He’s been terrified before. He’s spent a lot of his adult life in the military, of course he’s had his fair share of scares. But there’s nothing he’s been through that compares to you lunging in front of him and taking a bullet to the stomach for him.

It happens in just a split second and you’re on the ground before he realizes what’s happening, raising his gun to eliminate the threat before zeroing in on you. He’s got tunnel vision.

Everything sounds muffled and he doesn’t know what’s going on around him, he sees blood. A lot of it.

It’s like an explosion went off and all he can hear is ringing and muffled sounds. He doesn’t remember much.

The most he remembers is covering your wound and lifting you up, carrying you to Medivac and praying to god to save you because he can’t live without you. The pilot glances back a couple of times, seeing the way Keegan rocks you back and forth, chanting out pleas and prayers.

On base, he sits outside the infirmary. He’s still covered in your blood but refuses to move from his spot. He’s not going anywhere until he sees you. Until he can touch your skin and still feel its warmth. Until your bright eyes are staring back into his and there’s a smile on your face.

His brain gets the best of him. It travels to dark places unknown to others, unknown to him until now. He thinks about your eyes looking back at him, like marbles. Empty, the life drained out of them. He thinks of your cold, pale skin. Lifeless as you look back at him. Your personality drained from your body until you’re gone, and all that’s left is flesh and skin.

Keegan has never had these thoughts. He’s never talked to god like this before.

“Keegan?” He looks up, hearing his name. “She’s going to be fine. Would you like to see her?” The medic asks. He nods his head, eagerly. Following her inside. He’s scared. If you look like you do in his brain, he’s going to fall apart.

He approaches slow, but can see you. Your skin is paler from your blood loss. But the color is still there. Your chest moves up and down with each breath you take, and that’s when Keegan breaks down. He rushes out of the infirmary, tears streaming down his face. He can’t take this. The medic watches him disappear, wiping his eyes. He’s trying not to make it obvious that he’s crying. But she can tell.

When you wake up later, she’s getting ready to change your bandages.

“Nice to see you awake, Y/N.” She smiles. Your lips raise just slightly. You’re weak and tired. “I’m still here.” You mumble. Your voice is hoarse and cracks when you talk. “Yeah. I think despite YOU being the one shot, you owe Keegan a huge apology.” She chuckles. You look confused. “Poor guy is just torn to pieces over this. I knew you’d be fine from the moment I saw your wound but he just sat outside. I think he’s still out there.” She laughs. You look even more confused than before. Thinking to yourself, must be survivors guilt. He didn’t want you to die since you took the bullet for him?

“You’re pretty much all patched up. There’s not much more we can do for you. You had an exit wound and you’ve been out for a while.” She laughs. “Want me to get Keegan?” She asks. “Uh.. if he’s out there. If not I’ll be alright I think.” You mumble, throwing your legs over the side of the cot. It feels foreign to move, it hurts. She makes her way over to the door, opening it up. He perks up when she comes out. “You mind helping?” She asks. He nods his head. Thinking maybe she just couldn’t get the cap off of something again. But he’s surprised when he steps inside and you’re looking back at him. He feels tears gather at his waterline.

Be tough Keegan.

“Hey.” He smiles. You can’t see it because of his mask, but the moment the medic steps out to give you two some time, he’s tugging it off. And he’s just pure Keegan.

Sharp jawline, pretty eyes. He’s a lot more handsome than you thought he’d be. He sees the way your breath hitches in your throat. Obviously at seeing him without his mask. This is raw Keegan, he can only thank god you can’t read his soul. Or his thoughts. He’s worried. He can’t love you. Not like this anyways.

“Not gonna lie, you scared the hell out of me.” His lips just barely tug up into a smile. Like he wants you to think he’s joking but clearly isn’t. You give him a lazy smile in return and he has to look away. Even with a scary low amount of blood in your body. Your pale skin, your dull eyes. Your hair that hasn’t been brushed or washed for a few days. He still thinks you’re stunning.

He takes a deep breath. “Don’t look at me like that.” He chuckles. “Like what?”

“Like this means nothing to you.” He scoffs, a smile on his face. “This means everything to me.” You give him another smile. The same as the one before. This one more mischievous than the last. “Yeah, why’s that?”

“Cause. It could be you here. But it’s not.”

“I think I’d prefer me there over you, you psychopath.” He rolls his eyes. “I couldn’t just stand there and watch you get shot. You know that.” You look up at him. “I know.. but. You didn’t have to take a bullet for me.”

“I think maybe I did.”

He pauses. Crossing his arms. “What?”

“Cause than you’d know how much you mean to me.”

As those words leave your lips, he feels the tears again.

What the fuck is with the goddamn tears over you? You’re just a girl!

He looks down. His nose starts to flush crimson. Something that has always dammed Keegan is the way his nose turns red when he’s getting upset.

“Don’t be a sap, there’s plenty of other ways you could’ve proven that to me.” He laughs, sitting next to you on the bed. “She told me how scared you were.” You turn to look him in the eyes again. “I figured she would.” He leans back, laying back across the cot. “What does this mean Keegan?”

He sighs. “You know, being with you is what I imagine heaven is like.” He swallows hard. You’re quiet. Letting him talk. “But I think this job is hell and it will be a battle to keep you around when everytime we’re off this base we’re getting shot at and blown up.”

“Keegan.” You sigh. Grasping his hand. “I don’t think they’re going to let me stay after a wound like this.. you know?” You mumble. He nods. “They’re probably going to discharge me, it’s going to take more than a couple days healing for something like this. And.. I know that your contract is about to be up.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that.. if what you say is true. And being with me is Heaven.” You pause, looking down. “Then maybe this is your chance to see what heaven is really supposed to be like.”

You look up at him. Eyes piercing into his. He looks taken off guard. He’s shocked. Is this your admission? To tell him you feel the same as him?

Could Keegan really leave the military to be with you?

“They’re probably going to send me home within the next couple of days.” You mumble. “Think about it.” You smile. He nods his head.

So that’s what he does. He finds out they’re sending you back home within the week and he has no choice but to go on a couple missions. He realizes that without you around, they’re no longer meaningful. They no longer make him feel like the good guy, like the hero he’d always dreamt of being. The entire time, he just misses you.

Keegan a huge choice to make.

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He’s standing outside your door. It’s been a few days since he last saw you and the longer you go without seeing him, the more it seems to hurt. It seems as if he’s already made up his mind. You know that it’s not fair for you to ask him to give up his career. Something he’d spent so much time working on. He worked so hard to be where he is now. You’d understand why he’d let you go. That doesn’t mean it’d hurt any less.

But he knocks at your door and when you open it, he mumbles a ‘fuck it’ under his breath and before you have time to react, his lips are on yours. He’s pushing you back, kicking your door closed behind him. He doesn’t even bother to lock it. He keeps his lips on yours and he kisses you like you’ll disintegrate in his arms right there. He pushes you back onto your bed and doesn’t say a word. Not a single word as he lowers himself to kneel by the edge of the bed, pulling you closer by your thighs and undressing you.

You don’t make a move to stop him, so he keeps going. When he sees you for the first time. Without any bottoms on and your shirt pushed up over your breasts. He can see the anxiety in your eyes.

He wraps his arms around your thighs and holds tight, pinning your hips to the bed. He needs you still. “You trust me?” He looks up at you. His eyes piercing right through you. You skeptically nod your head, swallowing hard. As he starts to lean in, you tilt your head back and clutch the sheets. Nerves settling into your lower stomach.

When you feel him tongue your clit, you tense up. A gasp leaving your lips. The first time anyone has ever touched you like this.

You take in a sharp breath and he nudges your clit with his nose, gliding his tongue up your opening. You suck in another jagged breath, panting almost. “Keegan-“

“Relax. If you don’t relax you’re going to overwhelm yourself, dove.” He mumbles, adjusting the way he’s sitting, he starts in more intense than before. Flicking his tongue over your clit and circling it, keeping the pressure on you. “Here.” He reaches up his hands, letting go of your thighs. He’ll just have to let you close your thighs around his head. It doesn’t sound so bad to him. He entwines his fingers in yours and gives you something to squeeze as he works you up. “Deep breaths baby. Breathe in and breathe out. Go on.” When your chest rises and falls with jagged breaths, he knows he’s good to keep going.

He lowers his face back into you, nose nudging your clit as he swipes his tongue up your entrance, sucking against your clit and hearing you desperately try to contain your cries. Only when you’re on the verge of tears does he let up just a little bit. You’re squirming hard underneath him, trying to wiggle away from his assault but he’s not letting you. “Taste so fucking good baby.” He sounds completely pussy-drunk. Eyes watery, face flushed red. He’s breathing hard, about to go feral over your body. He devours you, relishing in the taste of you. The sweet bitterness. He laps at your clit and entrance until you’re crying, begging him not to stop, that you’re so close.

You imagine he’ll pull away but instead, he pushes a finger past your folds. A gasp leaves your lips as it penetrates you, the first thing to surpass the expanse of your untouched hole. You shake when you cum, the foreign feeling of his finger inside of you pushes you over the edge. A tinge of pleasure you hadn’t ever felt before. You soak his finger, the squelch of your pussy gets louder the faster he pumps the finger. His own moans of pleasure from the sweet taste of you, he can barely contain. You’re flinching away from his touch, pushing him back and squirming out of his grasp. Looking at him like he’d just reached inside of you and touched your soul. Your doe eyes are wide as you look upon him, still covering yourself as an attempt at modesty. He can’t help but laugh at how pure you are. Despite where he’d just had his tongue. “You alright dove? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He gives a cocky grin, knowing what he’s just done to you. Knowing that there’s more to come.

You swallow hard. Nodding your head. But you’re far from alright. What he’d just given you, the most intense pleasure you’d ever felt. You’re not sure if you’ll ever be able to replicate it. Your innocent mind doesn’t know, not yet.

“Come here sweetheart.” He grasps your ankle again, yanking you down to the middle of the bed. “How do you feel?” He asks. You chew on your lip nervously. “Good.” You breathe. You think this is where you’ll do it. You know not much about sex, but enough to know this is where you’d want it most. With someone like Keegan who has shown you nothing but support and kindness. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks. You shake your head. Whatever that was, you want to feel it again. And again. Until your soul is rubbed raw, until nothing but numbness and pleasure remain. “I think I’m ready now.” You look up at him. “Are you sure?” You nod your head. Moving your hips up to the edge of the bed where he stands. He chews nervously on his lip, his mind races. You can’t take this back, but you know this already. He’s gotten every answer out of you that he’s going to get. Until he’s buried inside of you.

He reaches for his cargo pants. Fingers struggling with the buttons, he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him.

Or maybe he does.

Because Keegan has been with a few women. But none of them had ever been like you.

You’re a different kind of girl. One who carries no judgement when it comes to him. One who despite having a bad day, will always greet him with a smile. The one who will jump in front of him and take a literal bullet for him. Maybe that’s why he struggles. Maybe it’s why he’s so nervous. You’re not a bitter high school girlfriend, or some random girl he met at a bar. You’re Y/N. And you mean so much more to him than he ever thought you would. His heart pounds in his chest as he lowers the waistband of his now unzipped jeans. Revealing himself to you, seeing the way your eyes widen slightly at the size of him. Wondering how your body will take him. He reassures you, kissing along your chest and collarbone. You’re ready for him.

He glides the tip of his cock over your entrance. Still wet with your orgasm and his saliva. You stare up into his eyes as he braces himself, pushing past the barrier between you and him. You cry out again, as he penetrates you once more. This time being more important, more meaningful than before. This isn’t just his hand, this is him. This is pure, raw, unfiltered Keegan. And he’s just taken your virginity.

He clamps a hand over your mouth in an attempt to conceal your cries. Your eyes are shut and you have one small tear gather at your tear duct. He kisses it away, giving you more than enough time to adjust to him. When he notices the bit of blood, he can’t imagine what you’ve just gone through. He knows the first time isn’t always the most pleasant experience for women, but he knows he’ll take his time with you and make it as painless as possible. He kisses you as he starts to draw his hips back, making an attempt at distracting you. He moves slow, back and forth.

Back and forth.

He can feel you start to relax. You’re breathing easier and your legs aren’t as tense. You’re starting to feel the pleasure from him. It’s when you know you’re in trouble. You know this is going to be far more intense than what he’s just done to you. He starts to pick up the pace when he knows you’re ready for it. His thrusts are deep and quick, tip nudging right into your sweet spot. He knows right where to make you fall apart beneath him. You lift your head up for a second, looking down between the both of you. Seeing him enter you, it’s mesmerizing. Your body is taking so much, you’ve pushed yourself so far tonight. You don’t regret it. You don’t think you ever will.

Your glossy eyes look up at him, admiring him. You don’t get to see him without his mask on very often. And you’ve never been this close to him with it off. His hair is messy. Flat in some spots because he’s sweaty. He’s got beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He’s worked himself up. You admire him as he works his hips into yours. His jawline, the stubble that lines his face. His stone gray eyes with tinges of blue in them. You think about earlier, when they’re were stone cold. Darker than you’d ever seen them. It’s how they got when he was angry. You remember what they look like full of fear too. Watery and bright blue like a lagoon. It’s comical that someone so battle hardened could be so beautiful at the same time. Everything about Keegan was stunning and pure.

He lowers his thumb to your clit and that’s what pulls you out of the trance you’re in.

You hiccup from the pleasure, holding back your cries. “You’re so beautiful like this.” He gushes. Shaking his head in disbelief that someone like you could like someone as damaged and broken as him.

Your thighs start to shake. You’re getting close and he can tell. His cock is wet from you, your arousal gathering at the base of his cock. Letting him know how good you’re feeling. It’s what he wants, what he’s dreamt of. “You can cum. Give yourself to me, dove.” Your eyebrows furrow together. The warmth spreads through your abdomen. There’s a knot in your lower stomach, each thrust he takes unravels it further and further. “Keegan?” You mewl.

“Yeah dove?”

“I love you.” You cry. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. In the midst of your high, you wrap your legs around Keegan’s waist. His eyes widen, because he’s about to cum too. He tries to push them away, but it’s no use.

He trembles when he cums, whining out as he draws his hips away from yours, burying himself into you one last time. He collapses on top of you, head resting on your chest. He’s sweaty and hot. But you wouldn’t trade Keegan for anything.

It takes a few minutes for the both of you to come down from your highs. His mind is racing from what you had said to him. How it had sent him right into the most intense orgasm he’s ever felt. He swallows hard, lifting himself away from you. “Y/N?” He looks at you, you draw your eyes away from wherever they were before to look at him, pulling yourself out of your daydream. When he knows he’s got your full attention, he follows through with it.

“I love you too.” You smile up at him. It’s a lazy smile and he knows you’re exhausted.

“Let’s get some sleep. We can talk in the morning, dove.” He breathes. Pulling the metal line on the lamp and shutting it off.

You know you won’t sleep good. Not after this. But it gives your mind time to settle.

As Keegan lies there in the dark. No longer alone but your warmth next to him. He realizes he’s got his mind made up.

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dressed to kill.

various (hinata shoyo, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, kuroo tetsurou) x fem reader haikyuu men and the lingerie/costumes they like to see on you. warning(s): nsfw dividers: cafekitsune. minors do not interact.

HINATA SHOYO + BABYDOLLS

hinata shoyo is not a picky man.

he’s a great boyfriend, someone who wants you to feel confident in your own skin and show off your own style. he always hypes you up no matter what you’re wearing, and the fact that he’s genuine about every compliment he gives you only adds to how much of a sweet lover he is.

but if there is one singular thing that he would get on his hands and knees to beg you to wear is nothing more than a babydoll lingerie dress.

something about them just has him going wild. it’s like he can’t think straight anymore, his usually quick brain fried into a horny hum of nothingness when he imagines you all dolled up in the sheer material. his rationale goes straight out the window and his cock takes the wheel, throbbing and aching and needing to get his hands all over your body as soon as possible.

maybe it’s how innocent it makes you look, the fabric flaring around your hips and covering the upper part of your thighs, leaving your bare legs to tease his imagination. maybe it’s how the upper half hugs your body so snugly, the thin cloth barely covering your tits and your nipples poking through if he stares hard enough. it’s really all in the balance, making your beauty shine while leaving just enough to have his imagination wandering.

it’s almost embarrassing how often he’s jerked off to this fantasy. all of his characteristic sunny swagger is gone when he buys you your first dress and asks you to wear it, sounding more like a teenage boy about to lose his virginity rather than your energetic boyfriend. but it’s like a switch flips in his brain the very second you agree, and without a chance for you to reconsider, he throws you down in bed.

he shoves his face right in between your legs, and his mouth goes straight to where he’s been itching to be throughout this whole ordeal. the translucent material of your lingerie drapes over his head like a veil as he presses hungry kisses to your pussy. he swirls the broad of his tongue over your pulsing hole, loving the way you suck in a sharp breath and shudder. he’s going to make sure to do you right, to fuck you right, for indulging him so well.

“fuck- you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” he laughs against your cunt, sounding like a man starved. he might as well be, with how messily he’s eating you out. he smacks his lips, the wet sound of your juices coating his tongue and lips echoing throughout your shared bedroom. “shit- you’re fucking perfect… my pretty girl, being so good for me.”

you unconsciously clench your thighs around his head when he sucks on your clit. heat shoots all throughout your belly, and you’re sure you’re going to ruin the sheets with how much your pussy’s leaking. he takes turns toying with your puffy clit and teasing the outline of your hole until you’re begging incoherently for him to just do something to you already. your pussy can’t take being teased like this.

“fuck me! please fuck me, shoyo-,” you’re almost sobbing, the hem of your babydoll scrunched up in shoyo’s hands as he grips at your thighs to keep them pried apart. it leaves your exposed cunt at his complete mercy, and even thinking about that fact on its own has your walls throbbing and clenching painfully on itself. “anything- your tongue, fingers, cock- anything! please- need you inside me so bad, sho…”

“don’t worry.” he presses a quick kiss to your clit, the shaky moan you reward with him like honey to his ears. “i’ll get there. but fuck… you look so pretty… i want to take my time with you.”

you’re sure he’s going to leave bruises on your thighs from how hard he’s gripping you, his calloused fingers digging into your soft flesh. but everything about him is so arousing, and you’re equally as drunk off of him as he is to you. shoyo thinks he’s died and gone to whatever version of heaven there might be. placebo effect be damned, he swears on his life that your pussy tastes so much sweeter whenever he eats you out while you’re wearing your dress.

“got yourself all pretty for me, didn’t you? you knew that i would like this, that i’d want to fuck you senseless after seeing you in it. was that your plan from the start?” hinata asks breathlessly. he swallows back more of your slick, and his cock keens inside of his pants, his tip sticky and swollen and wanting literally any form of attention. but he can push that aside for now. now, he wants to enjoy the sight laid out before him, of your already fucked out face and your body covered in the delicate lace and sheer fabric he’s dreamt of, legs spread out the way he likes it and pussy drooling for no one but him.

knowing that you put this on for him, that you dressed up for him, that you wanted to look good for him makes his dick so hard that it hurts. he promises to himself that he’s going to buy out some poor lingerie store’s entire stock just to see you in different colors and materials, and he’s going to fuck your brains out in each and every single one of them until you’re sick of even the letter ‘b’ in babydoll.

“gonna make you cum on my tongue, yeah? love making you fall apart on my mouth,” he breathes against your cunt. he chuckles when he can feel you clenching up around his tongue, flicking at your hole and making your toes curl. “gonna fuck you on my cock after that then, doll. that sound good to you? gonna make you cum and squirt so you know just how badly all of this gets to me.”

this is going to become a bad habit of his, more addictive than anything else he could imagine, only making his obsession with everything that has to do with you so much worse.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO + ANYTHING WITH WHITE LACE

as much as kageyama tobio hates to admit it, he undeniably has a bit of a romantic streak. his love for volleyball, his dedication to bettering himself, his constant search for the one that continues to challenge him to unseen heights: it all points to the unending ache in his heart that searches for someone to be by his side.

only a part of that desire gets quenched when he falls for you. you were his first, and he’s determined to make you his last. it’s only logical, in his mind, that seeing you in white is enough to awaken something like a sleeper agent inside of him. it makes you think of the day you’ll be decked from head to toe in a beautiful white dress and a lacy white veil, and he’ll stare at you as if he’s falling in love all over again, barely holding back his tears as he waits for you to meet him at the altar.

it’s not his fault that he wants to make that dream a reality so badly. you can feel the way kageyama stiffens and struggles to meet your eyes whenever you wear white around him, be it anything from a simple pajama t-shirt to something more formal. it drives him wild, and it makes him want to eat you up, to pin you down and drink up the sight of you in that pretty color, to let whatever restraint left inside of him go completely.

it takes him a surprisingly long time for him to actually bring the idea of lingerie to you. it becomes a bit of a guilty secret of his. he buys all sorts of pretty, lacy white bras, crotchless panties, and matching sets, only to get shy and hide it away in his closet. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, but he wonders if he’s ramping things up too quickly, if his love might become smothering to you.

but if anything, you’re worse than he is. you’re more than happy to don whatever piece he sheepishly offers up to you, and seeing you baring yourself up to him in the lingerie he could only fantasize about makes his throat close up. blood rushes to his cock, hardening almost too quickly for him to process, and his dick feels like it’s about to explode. he whines when you press up against him and coo something sweetly towards him. your hands rub against the bulge in his pants as you press your clothed tits against his chest, his cock twitches painfully when he notices the way the lace trim moves with the plush flesh.

it’s bad. he begs you to ride him, to take his cock so he can see your entire body covered in the lacy material that mimics bridalwear so temptingly. he likes hooking his fingers around the waistline of your panties just to feel the lace ride against his skin.

“so pretty- looks so good on you-,” he slurs as you buck your hips. you grin down at him, loving how fucked out and pussy drunk he looks, the way he cries out whenever you slide down his length and let his cock breach your tight hole. “gonna cum just from staring at you… fuck, you’re so fucking tight…!”

“do you like how i look?” you reach for his wrists, and kageyama feels like he’s going to die when you glide his large, calloused palms over the curve of your hips. he gropes at your figure, moaning loudly when he can feel the white fabric moving underneath his knuckles. you smile down at him, and you make sure to bounce your tits in his face to give your boyfriend a good show. “you wanted me to wear this for you, didn’t you?”

he nods frantically. his balls are straining against your ass, and your pussy won’t quit clenching up around him. he wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but he didn’t think you would take his thinly veiled fetish and turn it immediately against him. “you look good- look so, so good- wanna cum inside you…”

“yeah?” you repeat. you drag his hands up to your breasts, the white lace barely covering your hardened nipples. you groan his name when he touches you, his fingers pinching at your nipples and desperately squeezing at your tits. “you wanna cum inside of me while i’m wearing this? is that why you’re so hard right now? your cock’s so hard inside of me, tobio… feels so good when i ride it.”

he clenches his eyes shut at your praise, and satisfaction stirs deep inside of you when his cock twitches in your pussy. you speed up your pace a little bit, and his moans grow high-pitched, his hands gripping onto your chest to ground himself to no avail. heat blooms all over his body, and he can’t hold on much longer. your body feels too good. your pussy’s melting his dick, squeezing him into utter submission. knowing that you’re more than willing to let his lovesick fantasies play out makes him want to fuck his cock so deep and hard into you, to stuff his cum all up into your womb until it leaks out of you and drips down your thighs into a sticky mess.

you click your tongue down at him. “eyes open, tobio. you’re the one that wanted to see me in this lingerie… don’t tell me that you’re chickening out now.”

“don’t- don’t tease me-,” he pants, the ragged edge in his voice has the arousal in your gut churning. he glares up at you, and the hunger and barely concealed restraint in his eyes are almost palpable.

his hands drop from your chest down to your hips. he drags your hips up his swollen length and then forces you all the way down, snapping his hips up so that his whole, thick cock plows its way into you. red, hot electric pleasure shoots up your spine, and he manages to rip a strangled cry of his name out of you.

“is this what you wanted?” kageyama hisses. “i can play this game with you. don’t blame me if i end up knocking you up after all of this.”

TSUKISHIMA KEI + MAID COSTUMES

despite his uptight, holier-than-thou attitude he displays at times, tsukishima kei can’t deny the simpler pleasures of seeing his pretty girlfriend dressed up in a frilly maid costume with a short, short skirt. he is just a man, at the end of the day, and something about coming home after a long shift at the museum to see you greet him in the cute costume with your hair and makeup all done for him makes his body flush.

you’re so eager to shower him with attention, to help him unwind, to call him “sir” and “master kei” in that singsong voice of yours, and you prancing around in front of him and accidentally flashing him your dainty panties whenever the skirt bounces up too high is only the beginning.

part of him wants to shove the tiny skirt up to your waist and bending you over on the nearest surface to fuck you out on his cock, hearing you choke out his name just so he can shove his fingers into your mouth and scold you about not using the proper honorifics with him. another part of him wants to take his time with you, to feel you shudder as he slowly drags his lithe fingers up your thighs, unwrapping you like his own personal present, and making you suck him off while still fully dressed all so he can cum on your costume and hear you squeal about the mess he’s making.

it’s not like he’s pressed for time now that he’s done with work. there’s no need to pick between the two equally tempting options when he can just do both with you.

“what a messy maid i’ve got here… you’re drooling all over me. can’t take it?” a big hand tugs at your hair, surprisingly gentle despite the harsh edge to his words. you’re struggling to fit more of tsukishima’s long cock into your mouth without using your hands, tied behind your back with a white bow that matches the rest of the decorations on your maid costume.

you swallow around him. your mouth feels so full with his length, his girth already making you struggle to wrap your lips around him fully. you like it though, you like testing your limits like this, the warm tightness of your mouth and throat serving to pleasure tsukishima the best you can. after all, a maid’s job is to live for whatever her master wants, isn’t it?

you gag slightly on his dick when tsukishima tries to push you down a bit deeper. saliva dots the edges of your lips and coats his throbbing length. you mimic the motion of sex the best you can, bobbing your head up and down as much of him as you can possibly take. you flutter your eyelashes up at him sweetly, despite the fact that you’re blowing him off and looking more like a pornstar than you are a truly innocent maid. but it’s you, and that’s what matters more than anything else to tsukishima.

“there’s a good girl…,” he coos down at you, and the loose smirk hanging off of his lips makes your pussy throb. it’s always hard to tell when he’s genuinely praising you versus when he’s only pretending to, but it turns you on so badly to know that he’s the one in control of everything. you slobber shamelessly around him as you daydream about how good it would feel to take his thick cock inside of your pussy. he would stretch you out so good, and just the thought of cumming and creaming on his dick makes you drool that much harder around him, like a dog to a bone.

he keeps twitching and pulsing inside of your mouth, and you know he’s close from how he’s gripping your hair and his low groans. you want it. you want him to cum inside of your mouth, and you want to swallow it all. but he has other plans in mind, and despite how expertly you swirl your tongue around his sensitive head and moan at the salty taste of his pre-cum spreading all over the inside of your cheeks and in the back of your throat, tsukishima refuses to give you the satisfaction of the heady taste of his semen flooding your mouth.

he yanks himself out of your mouth, and you whine, your throat and mouth deprived of him. you stick your tongue out, feeling like a kid with their toy stolen away, and you wiggle your hips unconsciously, arousal dripping from between your thighs and surely making a mess out of your thin panties.

“ah, ah, not so quick,” the blond laughs down at you breathlessly. you watch with deprived and enchanted eyes as he finishes himself off, denying yourself even the pleasure of drinking his cum, and you let out a pathetic whimper when he cums on you instead. his hot cum burns your skin, hot and sticky and heavy, and it goes all over your face, your skimpily clothed chest, into your hair, and enough to flood your senses.

you lick at your lips, the salty taste not quite enough to satisfy you completely. you need more, you want all of it inside your pussy, you’re not going to be happy with being teased and having your prize dangled in front of your eyes tantalizingly. tsukishima knows this, and he knows that a good maid should never get all needy in front of her master.

he grips your face as you try to wipe and collect his cum to lick off of your fingers. you look like a disaster, your costume now askew and his cum staining so much of your body.

“did you actually think you deserve my cum, sweetheart?” he asks, eyes narrowing slightly into a dark sneer. you barely suppress a shudder as his cock slowly hardens again, and it might just be your imagination but it looks thicker, longer, harder than it was mere minutes ago. he smiles mockingly at you as if he can detect your anticipation mixed with fear. “my messy maid… if you want it that badly, you’re going to have to work a little bit harder for it.”

KUROO TETSUROU + PLAYBOY BUNNY

kuroo tetsurou wasn’t always the silver-tongued, handsome man he is today. people always laugh when he recounts his younger days, especially when he was nothing more than a nerdy high schooler with horrible bedhead, an affinity for chemistry, and an incessant love for his school’s volleyball team. he doesn’t have too much trouble garnering attention nowadays, but there was a point in his life when all he had to quell his own confusing teenager hormones was a pile of trusty playboy magazines stashed discreetly underneath his bed.

it makes his cheeks prickle with embarrassment to think too long about the scantily dressed women in all of the pictures and pin-ups, worn out after years of use, but he’d be lying if he said seeing the models dressed up in the signature bunny custom didn’t do something to his adolescent mind. even though it’s so lewd, there’s something classy about the way the costume accentuates the figure and leaves just enough covered for the imagination.

it’s no wonder that that became his first pick when the idea of dressing up for him came up. and god, the sight of you shyly approaching him in the same costume that became such a staple in his heart makes him want to eat you up whole. nothing you do can cover yourself from his hawk-like eyes, and seeing you squirm and trying to hide under your hands or arms makes him want to turn you into a mess where you can’t hide any part of yourself from him.

“mmm… it fits you perfectly, doll,” a low voice rasps from behind you. kuroo’s thick thighs make the perfect seat for you, and your stomach does a flip when you can feel the tent in his pants rubbing up against your ass. the leather of the costume’s main piece does wonders to your body. they push up your tits perfectly, and that coupled with a pair of sensual black stockings, red bottom heels (which kuroo generously paid for which earned him a long lecture from you after you saw the price tag), and the cutest little bunny tail on your ass makes you the vision of a wet dream come true.

he grips your hips, big hands feeling up the curves of your waist and ass. he rocks you back and forth on his bulge, and you’re rewarded with a groan from somewhere deep in his throat when he feels the electric sparks of having his favorite girl grinding against his erection. you pick up the rhythm, rocking your hips against him, the act so desperate and so carnal despite the layers of clothing between the two of you.

“you have- hah- no fucking clue how long i’ve imagined you like this-,” kuroo chuckles. his big palms go from your waist up to your chest, and your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his calloused fingers hover over your tits. goosebumps dot your skin as he starts to slowly grope your chest, earning you yet another provocative moan from him when he keeps rutting into the soft flesh of your ass.

you bite down on your bottom lip, grinding down on him to stimulate your clit. it feels good, the dull blooms of pleasure doing wonders for the heat creeping all over your body. the idea of cumming untouched like this makes your head spin, and you want it more than anything else. you want your hole to become a leaking, cock-hungry mess all from dressing up in a lewd bunny costume for kuroo and from humping into each other like animals in heat. you know it’s going to make being fucked out his cock eventually feel that much better.

“please, tetsu-,” you whine, your nails digging into his forearms. your voice is high strung and strained, whiny and girly just the way he likes it best. “wanna cum- wanna cum for you… you feel so big already… wanna take your cock inside me too…!”

“yeah? you want that too? keep talking like that, and i’ll fucking lose it for real…,” he grunts. you yelp when he bites down on your shoulder, sharp teeth marking up your unmarked skin and the sudden sting has your cunt clenching up painfully. the thrums of arousal thrashing in your core are all your mind can grip onto, and the shape of kuroo’s cock straining against his pants and grinding into your swollen clit makes your whole body feel weak.

you’re glad kuroo’s enjoying this so much, that he can prop your body up the way he wants you to. he’s so strong even in the midst of this sex-induced haze, and knowing that he has nothing but this kind of insane desire for you makes you feel almost giddy. it’s nice; it’s powerful to know that you have this effect on him.

“gonna cum for me, bunny? while you’re all dressed up and pretty in my lap?” kuroo laughs. you nod, the faux ears atop your head threatening to go askew. his hands massage at your chest, every part of your body egging him on constantly. he kisses over the bite marks he left on you, the switch between loving appreciation and starved lust telling you everything you need to know about how this whole thing with him is going to end.

it’s a no-brainer that he thinks you look absolutely ravishing in his favorite outfit, but he swears that the costume is gonna look even better when it’s all crumpled on the floor, your naked body bared all for him. you’re going to look so cute, so innocent, and so adorable bouncing in his lap as he pinches your nipples from behind, that teasing tone of his pushing you towards an unending series of orgasms. kuroo can’t wait to feel you fall apart in his arms, to feel your helpless pussy fucked out on his cock.

“that’s my girl,” he praises you, voice hushed and sultry. “my pretty, obedient bunny. cum all you want. gonna make sure that’s all you do for the next little while…”

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