#begging to come on your t*ts

[frannyzooey]

Secret!Marcus Moreno is always on my mind. And somehow, the fact that she is the same age as his daughter makes it even hotter.

You are so right 😌

[garoujo]

!!nagi swears that kissing you before practice or a match gives him good luck!!<3<33

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — it seems the teams way to get nagi motivated has its drawbacks.

warnings: sfw! no warnings just nagi being the sweetest :3 note: hi nonnie!!! i decided to just write this lil thing cause i thought it was super cute so i hope u like it sob!!!

for the most part, it was beneficial when the team decided to start inviting you to their morning practice — as a means to motivate nagi, noticing that the usual sleepy, slacker of a striker seemed to have a little more motivation whenever he’d look over and see you in the stands.

but now.. actually getting him to come onto the pitch to play was a whole other problem entirely.

“hey, nagi! get on the field, jeez.. we’re still a goal behind, ultra genius.” you hear reo call from behind you, huffing when your boyfriend infront of you doesnt even seem to give him a second thought as he waves him off from over his shoulder. you think it’s amusing though, the pleading look his bestfriend gives you like he’s begging you to help him out.

nagi on the other hand, is currently leaning over the barrier at the stands — shooting you a starry-eyed look from under his messy bangs. his gloved hands fidget with the hem of your t-shirt and you feel them twitch tighter around the fabric every few moments, like an adorable little attempt to pull you closer as he sends you a pout.

“this is a pain, ‘ts in the way.” your boyfriend breathes as his longer limbs shift and fidget over the metal fence against him he’s referring to — surprisingly enough managing to support his weight as he leans against it, probably finding standing too bothersome given how long they’ve been practicing already.

but you give nagi an inch as you take a step closer, just enough to let his hands graze along your hips as he lets his head lean forward and rest on your chest. “you’re needed on the field, sei.” you try to reason as you push his snowy bangs away from his gaze, letting you take in the pretty, drowsy expression on his face when he blinks slowly up at you.

“eh, don’t wanna. wanna stay here.” another slow drawl and his fingers are squeezing at your skin, feeling him nuzzle deeper into your chest as he leans even further into you — making the barrier squeak slightly under his weight. you’re not sure it’s quite built to balance lazy 190cm strikers.

“but i wanna see you score more goals. we can get lemon tea before we go home.” it’s tempting, especially when you say it in that pretty little voice you know he loves. so you feel nagi’s head twist against you before he’s sending you a cute little look, cheek smooshed against you as he huffs.

“i’m sleepy though, i wanna have a bath and play video games with you instead. ‘ts no fair.”

“i’ll give you a kiss for every goal you score.” it’s quick, your reply — it doesn’t give him a moment to consider it because you know it’s a bargain he can’t pass up. only a few simple things could get nagi seishiro motivated and your kisses were right up there next to video games and well— that’s it.

“wan’ them now. need ‘em for a power up.” it’s hard to say no to him when he’s giving you that look, it’s sleepy and doe-eyed and there’s a soft glow that swims in the deep colour of his eyes that makes you smile before you’re scratching your hand through his hair. it makes your boyfriend shudder and he pulls you closer before you’re reminded of the time limit when reo sends you a wave followed by a grumpier sort of look.

“three goals for three kisses.” your words are rushed but they make nagi stand to full height just as quickly despite the way his arms remain around you — head leaning into the press of your palm when it cups his cheek.

“yay.” it’s soft, spoken under his breath when you push his hair from his features to peck him once on the lips, followed by another before he’s meeting you quickly for the last — urging it to be a little deeper than the other two as he pulls you into him. you hear him hum and you decide to give him a little extra motivation when you swipe your tongue between his lips, hearing a sweet whimper sound from him before he’s parting them for more — but just as quickly as it deepens, you pull away to grin.

“hey, why’d you pull away. wasn’t done yet.” nagi’s words are whinier now but there’s a soft flush on the tips of his ears and you think it’s cute just how easy it was to get him drowsy on kisses.

“it was just for good luck. three goals, sei. then you’ll get more!” you let your fingers scratch through his messy hair again as he groans, followed by a quick thumbs up to reo from over his shoulder before you’re pushing him lightly. he sways before he turns and you laugh at the next pout he sends you as his arms fall to sway by his side — his eyes still on you even as he makes his way back towards the team, although there’s something darker in his gaze now.

“eh, i guess. but it’s so bothersome, three goals is too easy.”

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[gojospet]

toji “punishing you” bc you touched yourself while he was gone :(

wc: 0,8k | sub!reader & dom!toji | cw: fingering, slight degradation, praise, p in v, breeding, daddy kink, overstimulation (?), choking <3

“babyyy?” toji called out for you. he just got back from work , but oh, you didn’t expect him to come back so early! you quickly tossed the vibrator you were touching yourself with a moment ago aside, trying to cover it up with the blanket in time , but toji came in the room while you were doing so!

“hm? what’s this? my baby’s touching herself? didn’t give you permission though..” he sighed and walked over to you

“w-wait toji ‘m sorry it’s not what it looks like!”

“yeah? then why’s your face all flushed? should i check if your pussy’s wet too hm?” he chuckled and leaned in to you

“f-fine.. i touched myself.. ‘m sorry toji.. didn’t mean to! was jus’ needy..”

“aww, poor baby. do you want me to take care of it for you? wanted me to touch you huh? couldn’t wait for me to come back home.. such a naughty desperate little slut.” he pushed your (his) hoodie up so he could see your perky tits, pinching your nipples while you covered your mouth not wanting to let out any of your sweet whimpers :(

“princess, let me hear those moans, don’t hide ‘em from me” he smiled and placed the hand that was covering your mouth on his abs

“want daddy to touch you? to make you feel good?”

“uh huh! please daddy touch me!” you said in a whiny voice

“suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me baby,” he whispered in your ear while fucking his thick long fingers in your mouth

you suddenly felt his fingers inside your pussy, squelching in and out while he chuckled at your sudden whimper, your small hands attempting to grab his big wrist in order to stop his rough movements.

“fuck, you’re so wet baby. you gonna touch yourself again without daddy’s permission? you gonna be a bad little whore?” he grunted in your ear, feeling your tight pussy clench around his fingers.

“t-toji, ‘m gonna cum!! so good!!”

“pushing back against my fingers already? how pathetic. you sure you can take my cock princess?”

“uh huh yes daddy, gonna be a good girl and take it i promise!”

“good girl, i know you can take it, now cum for me baby, cum all over my fingers sweet girl”

that’s all it took for you to cum all over his fingers, your pussy tightening around his thick digits

“good girlll that’s it, such a good little slut” he praised you while turning you over “now spread your legs for me sweetie, let daddy teach you a lesson hm?”

you spread your legs, your arousal dripping on the sheets underneath you.

he pushed his fat cock inside you, feeling your tight walls clenching around his girth

“fuckkk baby, your pussy’s so tight.. feels so good,” he moaned, slowly moving in and out of you.

“tojiii, ‘ts so big can’t take it” you whimpered loudly, squirming while he started fucking you rougher and harder, not being able to restrain himself from stuffing your hole full of his cock.

“god, you feel amazing baby,” he said in a low grunt, his hands moving towards your neck, grabbing it and choking you softly, just enough for you to moan and writhe against him.

“fuck, you look so good with my hands around your neck,” he moaned, just from the sight of your fucked out face and your wet pussy on full display for him, his mushroom tip touching your sweet spot, just enough to make a small bulge on your belly.

“fuck baby i’m gonna cum inside of you, gonna give you a baby. you want it huh? want daddy to stuff you full of his cum?”

“mmf- yes daddy please! fill me up, wanna carry your baby so bad!!” you begged him to cum inside you, feeling your orgasm coming too.

“fuck i can feel your pussy clenching around my cock. you gonna cum for me again princess?”

“yes daddy!! ‘m so close, please make me cum! ‘ve been so good, gonna be such a good girl for you daddy, won’t touch myself without your permission again!” you said with a small whimper

“yeah? gonna be a good girl? cum for me then, cum with daddy” he said, letting a loud moan slip from his mouth, his cock filling up your pussy with his cum

“fuckkk baby, your pussy’s heavenly..” he said , feeling your orgasm approaching by the clenching of your pussy on his cock.

“good girl, taking all of daddy’s cum.. my good little cumslut” he whispered in your ear, pulling his cock out, his cum leaking from your puffy cunt

he pushed his cum inside your dripping pussy with his fingers, not letting any drop of cum go to waste.

“you promise you gonna be good and not touch yourself again without my permission baby?” he asked you while playing with your hair

“mhm! i’ll be a good girl daddy i promise” you looked up at him, your face flushed

“good girl! now how about a second round?” he said, grabbing the vibrator that was stuffed under the sheets underneath both of you

[servingrobin]

Hihi, hope ur doing well😽 can I request nsfw alphabet for ussop pls and ty😸

Ahh my first Usopp request thank you!!! Love this sweet boy

✨requests open✨

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Will go with whatever you ask - you want a warm towel, cuddles and tea? All yours. You’d prefer a little kiss and sleep? Absolutely. Usopp is all about making you happy

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Under ‘boob guy’ in the dictionary would be a picture of Usopp - he loves all breasts, no matter what size, and would spend his life using them as pillows if you let him. Quite memorably did almost pass out the first time you took your shirt off in front of him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Over your chest was the preference to start with, which eventually became covering your face and cheeky grin

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Accidently spied on you in the bath once - didn’t realise you were in there and almost walked in, took him a good few minutes to leave. It was way before you’d both gotten together and still featured in his wet dreams (specifically your breasts all soapy)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Let’s be real this guy will tell you his body count is in the hundreds - but really has only ever kissed on girl and you will almost 100% be his first (esp pre ts) - you think it’s adorable

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Standard missionary, you feel so good wrapped around him and he loves being able to look down at you.

Also cowgirl for obvious tits in face reasons

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Was very serious at first but realised how much he adored your lusty giggles and suddenly it was a comedy show

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Black curls tightly nestled, trims it up but not religiously (they’re all pirates dunno what you guys are expecting)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very sweet and overly romantic, took one too many tips from Sanji seriously and now treats every occasion like prom

J = Jack off (masturbation)

Regular occurrence, especially before you got together, sees it as a bodily function like anything else

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Pulling on his hair drives him crazy, shibari (man can tie knots like a sailor given he is one), overstimulation, praise (giving and receiving),

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Reserved for the bed, Usopp thinks any time with you is sacred and doesn’t want even a chance of someone else seeing you like that

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Low cut tops do it for him, especially when you know you’ve got his attention - bending down in front of him, spilling water down your front, bikinis in the summer sun

Also: bright lipsticks, heels, a good shot, capable fighters, begging

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degrading or humiliation, it’s just not for him, also anything public/exposed

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Usopp loves the taste of your pussy but definitely prefers receiving, especially if it comes with a titjob

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and romantic is his vibe, will have you screaming for him with the slowest of thrusts

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not the biggest fan of a quickie, likes to be able to show your body appreciation and love, but won’t say no if you fancy it

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Happy to try most things once, especially if you’re keen, anything involving other people is a no go though

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Fairly quick to cum but can go three-four rounds with ease before satisfied

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Anything that brings you pleasure - Usopp will try out new toys all the time and in more creative moments will also try making them

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not a tease by nature, prefers mutual pleasure and extending that as long as possible

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Low grunts and whines in your ear, soft moans and whispered praise “good girl…. Taking it so well for me…. Such a pretty little thing on my cock.”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Really wants to fuck in the water at least once, they’re surrounded by it every day he definitely wants to see you soaking wet, clothes sticking in all the right places, frosted nipples tenting out the fabric, while Usopp is swimming underneath you, cock thrusting up enthusiastically into you as you splash at him

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Exceedingly long but not too thick, easily kisses up against your cervix without really trying

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Wants you all the time, but not necessarily just sex. Just as desperate for sweet kisses and snuggled hugs

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Will make sure you’re happy and satisfied, then falls into a naturally light sleep, one arm slung over your waist

[amhrosina]

Desperado (Joel Miller x f!Reader)

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A/N: Omg whatttt another one??? Who’s surprised? Not me! Here’s a short, smutty Joel fic that I wrote in an hour. Also a big thank you to @wheredidiputmyfish for beta reading this!! (Don't worry, our regularly scheduled Frank/Matt fics will be returning. Currently writing a smutty Frank x dancer!Reader fic lol)

Request: queen i am begging for some of your joel miller smut 

Summary: It’s been two days since Joel was last inside of you, and he can’t wait any longer.

(Warnings: smut, literally zero plot here, it’s all porn, p in v, joel’s great with his tongue, dirty talk, semi-public s*x??, choking, biting)

“Joel, where are we going?”  

He was tugging you by your wrist through a wooded area that you weren’t sure you were supposed to be walking through. He hadn’t said anything since pulling you from your task of chopping wood, and you were starting to get worried. 

“Joel.” You called again, stumbling as you tried to keep up with his long strides. “What’s going on?” 

You lurched forward as he pushed your back against a tree. He looked back the way you had come and nodded when he determined that no one had followed the two of you. 

He slammed his lips against yours, knocking the wind out of your lungs. His hands pushed under the bottom of your t-shirt, greedily grasping at the sweat-soaked skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. 

“’ts been too long, baby,” he mumbled against your lips, pawing at your nipples through your bra.  

“It’s been two days, Joel.” You smirked at his inability to get enough of you and pulled your shirt up higher on your torso. 

He immediately lowered his head, pressing kisses down your throat and onto your collarbone. When his lips met the material of your bra, a low snarl emitted from his throat as he roughly unhooked the clasp and tugged your breasts out of the cups. The near whine that sounded in his throat when your nipples perked up was so frustratingly hot that you couldn’t help but grind against his clothed thigh. 

“Fuck, Joel,” you groaned, legs shaking with anticipation as he lowered his tongue to your nipple, “Need you.” 

He gathered your breast in his mouth, sucking at the sensitive skin. His tongue began circling the bud, and you couldn’t stop the shaky moan that made its way out your mouth. 

“Shhhhh, baby. They can’t know we’re out here.” Joel playfully tapped you on the nose before returning his attention to your naked breasts. He began sucking, licking, and kissing across the expanse of your chest, and you did your best to keep your mewls, whines, and moans at whisper-level.  

He kissed the bud of each nipple, lightly brushing the tip of his tongue over the peaks, before unbuttoning your shorts and pushing them and your underwear down your legs in one motion. You could already feel your slickness dripping down the inside of your thighs.  

“’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk right.” You unbuttoned his jeans, frantically pulling at the waistband. “You want that, baby? You want me to fuck you like a whore?” 

You whined and nodded. “Please, Joel.” 

“Please, what? Tell me what you need, baby.” He smirked, cupping the backs of your knees. 

“Fuck me. I need you so bad.”  

He didn’t waste any more time. In a fluid motion, he had you pinned up against the tree, and you had to bite your lip to stay quiet while he inched further and further inside of you. His breath hitched when he realized just how ready you were for him, and he had to stifle his own groan when you fluttered around him.  

You breathed through the sting, and when he was finally fully in you, he waited until you gave him a subtle nod to begin thrusting. Under different circumstances, in another world, you like to think maybe Joel wasn’t always the type of guy to get things done fast and hard. Maybe he liked to take his time sometimes and relish the warmth and intimacy of a moment like this. But this wasn’t another world, and you hadn’t known Joel before the world had gone to shit, so fast and hard was all you knew.  

He pounded into you at a relentless pace, groans muffled by your shoulder. You tried your hardest not to make any noise, but you must’ve been doing a poor job of it, because Joel brought one of his hands out from under your knees and slapped it over your mouth in a hurried motion.  

The only noises coming from your secluded spot were Joel’s heavy breaths and the squelch of your juices every time he fucked up into you. You dug your nails into his shoulders as heat began building in your core, and he took that as a sign to fuck you harder, focusing on long, fast strokes deep inside of your pussy.  

“’m gonna cum, Joel.” You moaned, squeezing your eyes shut at the sensation. 

“Cum, baby. Be a good girl and cum all over my cock for me.” 

As soon as you felt the tip of him brush over your sweet spot, you were a goner. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you sobbed as you came around him, every muscle in your body tensing as heat flashed through you. Joel shoved the side of his hand deeper in your mouth, urging you to bite down on it so that you wouldn’t scream out.  

He quickened his pace and began thrusting even harder into you. Your back ached as it nudged against the tree trunk behind you, but you were too blissed out to care. His hand slid out of your mouth and wrapped around your throat, slightly constricting your airway.  

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, “’m gonna cum, baby.” 

“In me. In me.” You whined. 

He groaned, pushing into you so hard that you lost the ability to breathe for a moment, and panted as he shot warm ropes of cum deep inside of you.  

Neither of you moved for a few minutes, panting as you tried to lower your heart rate to a normal pace. You were sticky with sweat, and you probably had leaves in your hair, but you didn’t move until Joel finally lowered your legs to the ground and pulled out of you. 

You stumbled as you pulled your shorts back up, a warm and fuzzy feeling enveloping you as you realized you’d get to walk around with Joel inside of you for the rest of the day. Joel helped you clasp your bra and pull your shirt down, pressing a kiss on your forehead in the process.  

You swooned at his ability to make you feel cared for even after a rough quickie in the woods. He may have been rough around the edges, but Joel Miller was a sweetheart to the people he cared about, and you were lucky enough to be one of those people. When your clothes were finally situated, Joel took your hand and pulled you in the direction you came. True to his word, you struggled to walk right for days afterwards.  

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[peachysunrize]

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imagine, hear me out now... being 'mean' to Aemond and taking charge for the first time! now i don't mean being 'mean' as in humiliation, my poor taoba (boy) has suffered enough of that </3 i mean teasing, edging, overstim, and *maybe* keeping him on his knees at 'all' times, as he claws at the bed when he's on his back while reader r!des him and his mouth is open in silent screams before choked moans spill out...

Aemond would be hissing at reader and trying to order her around while she edges him, but as soon as she gives him what he wants.. it all becomes too much and he can't handle it? awh, i thought he was prince regent, a dragon of House Targaryen?

*referencing to my last tho(ugh)t* i feel like Aemond would try to recreate his own fl3sh light with his pillow, falling onto it as soon as he starts twitching and he's basically just humping it as sweet High–Valyrian drips down, basically drooling at his betrotheds conjured pussy since he's not able to have her until they're wed :(

also i hope we haven't discussed these before otherwise i'll basically be repeating myself over, and over because all i think of this man is what *i'm* into and then attempt to incorporate my tho(ugh)ts into how he is during sex, still sticking to canon!Aemond as thorough as possible though x

Babe you can send me ten asks with the same question and I’ll give you ten answers! I love love hearing your tho(ugh)ts!!

Off I think Aemond would love if his s/o was a bit mean to him! What do you mean he can’t fuck her whenever he wants? What do you mean she isn’t letting him touch her? WHY IS HE ENJOYING THIS GAME?!?!?!

He’d fucking lose it after hours of torture by your slow pace, he is soooo close and sooooo overstimulated but he can’t come because your pace is just so so soooo slow and you’re taking your sweet time scratching his chest with your nails and kissing and marking him — intentionally ignoring him until he is a begging and a pathetic whimpering mess!

Your last thot -> I think Aemond wouldn’t do it out of the blue! Someone he knows, maybe Aegon’s big mouth talks about how a whore used to pleasure herself by pillows or even his own betrothed showed him how she humps the pillow and he learned from there!!!! But can you imagine how hot it’d be to see Aemond all flushed and sweating while he’s put two pillows on side of his cock and is thrusting but stimulation isn’t enough?🥺🥺🥺

[subliminalbo]

There's this Goosebumps 2000 book that I read when I was ten years old called Invasion of the Body Squeezers. It's actually a two parter and literally nothing happens in the first book, but Part 2 features a full-scale alien invasion where our main character's family, friends, and teachers are possessed by these aliens that come out of meteorites. Y'know, like baby's first Invasion of the Body Snatchers. I'm pretty sure it was my second ever encounter with mind control after Ghostbusters.

I'm never going to do a full Subliminalbo Scale for Rating Mind Control In Media review of it because it's a children's book about children but look at some of these excerpts and tell me why it's so fucking formative for a future mind control kink writer.

In this scene, protagonist Jack goes to his principal to warn that the science teacher has been possessed by an alien (this is actually a very funny and childish response to an alien invasion tbh, run to the principal). Note that alien hosts develop stutters (hence the random t-ts in dialogue) and have goo bubbling out of their ears.

"You—you talked to Mr. Liss this morning?" I choked out, moving sideways toward the office door. Mrs. Berkman nodded. A strange smile crossed her face. Her pale eyes appeared to roll in her head. She clicked her tongue several times. "Mr. Liss and I had a nice talk before the students started to arrive," she said. "He's such a nice man. T-t." "He—he hugged you!" I accused. I slid another step closer to the door. She nodded again, her blond hair bouncing on top of her head. She stretched out her hands. Long silver nails shot out from her fingers. "It doesn't hurt, Jack," she whispered. "You want to be one of us—don't you?" "No!" I screamed. "No way! I don't! I want to be me!" She kicked a triangle of glass out of her way. "We need your body, Jack. We need a lot of bodies. T-t-t." Green bubbles bobbed from her ears.

Later, Jack locks himself in his house after two of his friends try to convert him. Two more friends, Maddy and Marsha, beg him to let them inside.

"What's wrong?" I asked them. "You both look really frightened." "It's Henry and Derek," Maddy replied, glancing outside the window. "They were acting so strange." Marsha shuddered. "I hope they didn't follow us." "What did they do?" I asked. "They were talking funny," Maddy replied, pushing down her frizzy hair with one hand. "They didn't sound like themselves at all."

While the two girls recount their encounter with their possessed friends, a meteor shower begins to rain glowing rocks down on the streets.

My mouth dropped in amazement as I watched the shower of orange rocks. Like an orange hailstorm—dozens and dozens of them—crashing onto our block. My heart pounding, I turned to Marsha and Maddy. I expected to see expressions of fear and amazement on their faces. I didn't expect to find them smiling! "It's about t-t-t time they got here," Maddy said. "Yeah. What kept them?" Marsha replied. They both turned to me, eyes wide and glowing. "Out friends have t-t- arrived," Marsha said. "Don't try to run, Jack," Maddy added. "You're outnumbered now."

Okay, so, don't go out and read this book. Like I said, it's a children's book for children. Goosebumps quality varied wildly in its original sixty-two volume run and I'm not sure if there was a single good entry in the 2000 series. Most of Invasion of the Body Squeezers is Jack running around shouting "you too?!" when he discovers someone has been possessed. The book is downright awful.

But these excerpts here? These stuck with me. The school authority figure who uses their power to spread their Master, the friend who was one of them the whole time. These ideas have stuck with me for most of my life and it's a high that I'm still chasing.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Just another late night tho(ugh)ts about my boys (a lot of subby sugar baby ish Steve coming your way)

Imagine naked Steve with a fully dressed Bucky....a really mean fully dressed Bucky

Imagine Steve on the edge of their shared bed, face down ass up with his hands held behind his back while his sir stands behind him (in a suit 👀) , toying with his already abused hole.

His sir has been fingering him for a while, stretching his sweet obediant baby open with two fingers, purposely missing his prostate despite his baby's silent sobs.

Steve is physically trembling, it's almost humiliating.

Steve can't grind back, he couldn't, he wants to be still, he wants to take whatever his sir gives him even if it's torturous. However, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't desperate for Bucky to at least touch his prostate just a little bit, knowing for a fact Bucky could find his prostate with his eyes closed.

"S- Sir" Steve gasps out "Please hngh! i need- i need more"

"You need more, honey?" Bucky asks almost in a sarcastic tone, sending shivers down Steve's spine as he hears the sweet nickname somehow turning harsh as soon as Bucky says it out loud. But oh-

Oh God, Sir's finger's right there- right above his prostate, not even an inch away from pressing on it.

"mhhn- haA-" Steve let out a noise that he didn't even know he could make, wordlessly begging for his sir to push just a little bit deeper into him while tugging on his restraints (ropes or cuffs? Hmm) that held his hand still behind his back as he tries his best to hold back from grinding back on sir's long thick fingers.

"Words, sweetheart" Bucky said sternly, humming slightly at the way his baby was melting under him just because he shifted his fingers to another angle.

"Puh- please! Please! i want- i wan' sir deeper in me, i wan' it please!" Steve sobbed into the sheets that he bunched his face into, clenching around his sir's fingers, trying to restrain himself from trying to suck Bucky's fingers deeper in him and trying to- Oh-

"Oh-! oH god! Thank you thank you thank you!" Steve howled as soon as he felt Sir's fingers finally punch into his prostate repeatedly, almost crying in relief as he kept repeating his thank yous.

All Bucky could do was just raise his eyebrows at his baby's reaction, smoothing his hand down Steve's back, knowing he had way more in store for the hot mess in front of him...

Truly yours

- pleading anon

Jesus Christ

How could you do this to me?! 😮‍💨😮‍💨🥴 Like--

I am always here for the pairing of a wrecked partner with composed, basically unbothered partner.

There's just 🤌🏻something🤌🏻 about it. About the complete loss of control vs the complete control. It's delicious. A five course meal, at least.

And the suit--

The 👏🏻 suit 👏🏻

Steve, poor Steve, is naked and writhing (as much as he can when restrained in leather wrist and ankle cuffs, attached together over his back into a hog tie with Bucky spreading his knees apart to get at his hole) and frustrated and then so grateful as he's given what he needs after begging for it. But, all the while, Bucky is fully covered, not even breaking a sweat. Hell, he hasn't even bothered to push up his dress shirt sleeves or take off his suit jacket. He's so precise. Using just enough lube to have his way with Steve but not enough to drip and mess up his nice clothes. It drives Steve insane. Bucky has control. He has composure. He is competent. He knows what he wants, and he will get it.

Even with Steve, he's competent, composed, and in control. He knows exactly what he expects from Steve, and he will get what he wants--what he expects.

Especially with Steve.

Steve wants to be good. He aches to be good.

By the time Steve is through crying out his orgasm and the shakes from such gripping pleasure are gone, he's turning over his shoulder--the only real movement he can make when restrained the way he is--looking back at Bucky with open lips, wracking his brain for the ability to talk. He is more than ready to offer up whatever Bucky wants: his mouth, his stretched, now oversensitive hole, his fingers or hands, even his thighs or his tits. Anything.

Yet, Bucky doesn't say anything; he simply tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, questioning Steve without having to say a word. What? You want something?

Steve wants to get Bucky off, too! As good as he feels now, he knows he'll feel gooder with the knowledge that he's pleased the other man.

However, there's one problem beyond Steve's inability to get his fried brain to move his lips, teeth, and tongue to speak... Bucky is so put together that he's not even hard in his slacks.

How?

Not that Steve can see, at least. It's just the regular, tightly packed bulge of his soft cock in his pants. Nothing more.

And, oh, God, that should make Steve feel ashamed and insecure--was he not enough? Does Bucky not find him attractive? What? But none of those thoughts come. All that happens is a wave of hot, prickly arousal crashing over him. Steve chokes, gut-punched by the sneaker wave. It's such an intense feeling. Here's more proof of how Bucky can control himself. He can control his body. Meanwhile, Steve is at the mercy of his most animal desires--his base instincts that scream for sex. Steve's is simple and easy. Begging and pleading and crying. Stripped down to nothing but naked desperation. The contrast is immense. It couldn't be hotter.

Bucky is so...

So composed.

Not a hair out of place, dressed for business, serious business, and he's just penciled Steve's shameless need in a quick fifteen minute window (fifteen because, yeah, of course, Steve can't even control himself in that regard, always off like a shot with just a taste of pleasure) because he's booked the rest of the day.

Bucky squeezes Steve's bare ass possessively and Steve squirms on the inside, muscles too weak to do it on the outside now, "you're going to let me fuck you when I get home. Before dinner." Bucky tells him. "We can have take-out after--whatever you want."

"Y-yes, sir," Steve says in a rush, unable to keep holding his head up and letting it smack down onto the bed. He feels like he can't breath, all the air has been knocked out of him with how turned on he is.

If he could, he'd hump the mattress. It doesn't matter that he's not hard again yet. He's just...

Turned on.

"Good." Bucky informs him, undoing his cuffs with practiced ease and efficiency.

"Uh-huh," Steve moans, like it matters. Bucky's made up his mind, and Steve will follow. Steve loves to follow.

Thank you so much for this idea, sweetheart!

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"Stolas, please listen. I-" He said desperately.

"No, you listen" Stolas bent over to stare him in the face, and repeatedly poked his chest, accusingly. "I have had enough of your insults, your hot and cold behavior, your immature whining instead of talking like adults, your stupid face popping into my mind everywhere I go."

He stood up straight again, crossing his arms, "Did you even read my letter? You didn't, did you. That's almost worse, actually. You want all the attention a person could possibly give, but the moment someone deigns to ask for an acknowledgement of their existence as a person in your life, they get silence! Ignored! And- and the middle finger!" He gave Blitz the bird as an example, but quickly put it away, embarrassed to have used such an ungenteel hand gesture.

"I-It's not like I meant to-" Blitz started.

"You're just a scared little boy, aren't you? Hurting everyone else before they have the chance to hurt you."

"That's not-" Blitz couldn't get a word in edgewise.

Stolas closed his eyes and clenched his fists, "No, I don't want to hear your excuses anymore. In fact, I think it's only fair I get to remind you of all your worst qualities. You're a hypocrite, a fraud, a-and . . ." He sighed, and turned away from Blitz, "and it doesn't matter what I call you, because it will never cut you as deeply as you've cut me, because you've never given a rat's *ss about me." Stolas was crying again, but he had to say the words, "But it doesn't matter now, because I'm done. I'm done being treated like disposable sh*t. I won't stand for it! Not anymore! Not from you, not from my wife, not from anyone in or out of hell! I don't deserve much, but I deserve better than this! Go back to ignoring me to your heart's content, I won't be trying to win it anymore."

"No, wait, please!" Blitz begged as Stolas made another portal.

"I think I've waited long enough, Blitz." He went through the portal, and didn't look back.

Once again, Blitz was standing left alone on the pavement, watching someone he loved dearly walk away from him. The consequences of his own actions catching up to him, and leaving him in the dust.

"Blitz! What the f**k happened?!" Loona ran over but came to a fast halt when she got close to Blitz's accusing finger.

"What the f**k, me?! What the f**k, you! I can't believe my own daughter would betray me like this!" Blitz quickly turned his despair to outrage, taking an angry stance.

"Hey! I didn't set any of this up." She put her hands up and took a step.

"So you had no idea what was going on in there, the whole time?" He crossed his arms and leaned back, looking down on her while looking up at her.

"Well, no, but I-" she started.

"It's funny, I don't seem to remember hearing anyone try the door." He sarcastically acted like he was trying to recall.

"Blitz-" she tried.

"Oh, did you have trouble finding the bathroom sweetie?" He patronized, "Because I know for a fact that not even your biggest sh*ts take that long!"

"Why would you-" she cringed.

"Did you want a royal step sugar daddy to pay for all your expensive *ss eyeliner? I've told you a thousand times that drugstore brands work just as well!" He didn't even know what he was yelling about anymore, he just felt the need to scream.

"Blitz!" She screamed, and clamped both hands on his shoulders, and finally he looked her in the eyes, "I'm. . . sorry."

Loona pulled him close and leaned down to give him a hug. Blitz was taken by surprise; he tried not to breathe for as long as he could, but the moment he inhaled her warm puppy scent, he started letting out little sobs. He clinged to her fur for dear life and cried.

"Come on, let's take you home" she picked him up, and cradled him as she walked to the van.

Find out how they resolve things on The Pompous and the Prick:

[savnofilter]

You Belong to Me | dabi/t. touya

        (Ex)-Husband!Touya Todoroki x [FEM]Reader

WARNING(S): sexual content, fingering [m → f], pussy slapping, praise kink, spanking, teasing, derogatory names (slut), edging, overstimulation, dacryphilia (reader’s a cryer but Dabi wipes your tears), Touya is still a lil mean tho, oral [m -> f], "pussy" job, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up y'all), multiple orgasms, (dysfunctional) established relationship. mediately unedited.

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A/N: most of this i just had to get down 😭 im too lazy to try and proofread ts again sjsjssj anywhom, lots of concerning relationship fics lately but thanks okay 😘

"You really don't want me anymore?"

You bit your bottom lip to hold back any pleasurable moans that threatened to spill from your lips.

"Have I really neglected my baby that much?" His teeth were now on the sensitive part of your neck, his hands slipping under your nightgown and your legs instinctively opened for the man in need.

"Touya—" You breathed out the name of your soon-to-be ex-husband.

You two had been together for about 4 years and as of right now, it took about two years for his behavior to change.

In the beginning it was nice, as all marriage stories start off. You had met him at a social gathering, you an intern and him a soon to be heir for his father's company. That night before he made a move, you two would exchange flustered gazes, his more domineering than yours. Everytime you two would start to get close in proximity, you'd give him a playful look before slipping away into the crowd of people and stringing him along. You couldn't deny the attraction you were feeling towards the man and it was only your luck when he took it up on himself to introduce himself to you.

That's how your dynamic was: you were the prey that had it in high over their own pretty little head, whilst Touya was a predator who loved games and the thrill of taking home a cute prize at the end of the night. Conversations with him felt so easy, so weightless. Even with all the games and courting you genuinely liked being around him and deep down you wanted to stay near him all the time, too. He liked how you weren't just a pretty face, a witty and intelligent brain to match your beauty. That part wasn't surprising to him knowing your academic track record before properly pursuing you.

Coming down the line you couldn't deny the spark that the two of you had. But then he became sneaky, more “career driven”. He never was like that, he hardly cared about his family's corporation. It wasn't like you were suspecting he was cheating, though what could stop him from doing that with how wealthy he was? Why all of a sudden now?

You could barely hold a conversation with him and each time you gave him affection he would halfheartedly return it back. Every night you were begging for him to talk to you, only for you to be met with a nonchalant attitude and broken promises. You didn't know how else to get anything to change, the best course of affection were the papers you had served to him while he was at work. It was a decision that wasn't easy but one you were willing to take. You could make use of yourself somehow.

You missed the warmth of Touya's lips, his heavy and rough hands, along with his body heat on you like this. His weight is just as consuming as you remembered, the intoxicating feeling pulling you under more and more. His lips met yours in a sloppy kiss that you couldn't help but reciprocate. Touya's tongue poked at your bottom asking for an entrance and your lips happily opened for him, the tip of your own wet muscle meeting his in a messy haze. You moaned against his mouth as he quickly overpowered yours and dragged his hands further onto your body. You had forgotten the promise to hold back your wanton noises but you couldn't help it. You were always putty in his hands.

His warm palms moved to grope at your skin, exploring the untouched expanse he had missed out on for quite some time. He hummed at the warmth against your clothed snatch, the tips of his two fingers pressing into the familiar swell of your clit. He pulls away with a string connecting you two, not paying it any mind as it breaks on its own as you two catch your breath.

Circles were pressed into your sensitive nub through the fabric of your panties. The silk material gave you a good bit of stimulation but you knew it wasn't the same as feeling his bare finger tips. Your pending ex-husband lovingly gazed at your begging expression, knowing what you really wanted but loved seeing you fall apart before he could give it. For you being so cruel, he'd have to coax the words out of you first before anything else.

“What is it you need, baby?” Touya whispers against your lips, tauntingly applying more pressure against your clit and drawing his face away from yours when you wordlessly lean in to feel his kiss again. Your brows cutely scrunch up in frustration, not hiding anything from him. Not your body, not your facial expressions, and soon enough not even your dignity. “Can't give it to you if you don't tell me.”

Your head presses back against the pillow with a pained whimper. This had been the first time in what seemed like forever and even now he was willing to toy with you. Not wanting to succumb to his usual games, your hands place themselves on the nape of his neck, fingers playing with the hairs and lightly pulling on them. The sensation has his eyes rolling back, his ministrations on your cunt only slowing down for a bit before leaving your body altogether. You're almost quick to moan until a gasp escapes your luscious lips first, a searing pain and a twisted tinge of pleasure following the sensation on your cunt.

He's soothing the smack just as fast as he had delivered the assault. Before you could even comprehend what had happened, the glare on his face deepens as you refuse to give him what he wants. His free hand holding him up instead takes both your wrists and pins them over your head, effortlessly taking control.

Smack.

His hand delivered another spank to your pussy, his hands then caressing the spot to soothe the pain. Your hips jerked as they followed his soothing touches, a small cry coming from you when he diddles you.

“Fuck, Touya—”

“Mm, what was that, doll?” Smack. “I couldn't hear you over your whimpering.”

Well yeah, no shit.

Shamefully you were now starting to soak your silk panties, his handling doing everything in its power to toy with your new established relationship.

As he repeatedly played with your cunt, the rising tension of needing a proper release started to claw at you. You, who was once close to slumber, is now up and barely managing to fight back in the twisted tango you two were engaging in. Your nerves throbbed needlessly as you craved more than you were receiving.

“M-More, please.” You whisper out, tears pricking at your eyes as you look up at him. His eyes bore into yours and trails over your body as he contemplates whether to heed your request or not. His hard cock that pressed pressed against his dark pants was a sure indicator that if he wanted a release soon, he'd have to move quicker. But instead, he moves onward to tease the everliving hell out of you.

Though, he is feeling empathetic as he easily slips his hand into your drenched underwear, digits stroking at your cunny in admiration. He shamelessly moans feeling your slick against his fingertips, taking no time in slipping his two fingers inside of you, not caring about the stretch or not.

Your hips buck into his fingering at the slight uncomfortable stretch his digits gave you, the way he knew how to use his fingers slowly easing the discomfort away soon enough. Your chest rose and fell as you tried to keep your climax at bay. The temperature in your body felt as though it was going through the roof and you needed it to simmer down soon.

Touya chuckles degradingly above you as he notices how you ride his fingers, using him as much as you can to get off. Though, your body is already telling him that you're close before you even need to say it. You're babbling with your eyes closed in blind belief that he'll let you finish, but your husband has other plans. Just as you become exponentially wordless, he stops fingering you, the emptiness leaving you reeling in disappointment and has you opening your eyes to “glare” at him. At least you were trying to, your gaze was more of a desperate plea more than anything that demanded any sort of power here.

With swiftness he rips your panties off, the garment now hanging on one hip. You try to tug at his hold above your head and he disapprovingly tsk’s. “Make it easier for both of us and say what you need, doll.”

But instead of giving you a breather, his hand is palming your sex again. Your jaw clenches and you groan in response. Defiantly, you shake your head as his movements on your labia become slow and languid. Though the sensation tips of his fingers threatening to enter your pussy is what wakes you up, the number of his digits being three. Greedy as you are (rightfully so), you close your eyes as you shamefully submit to him in record timing.

“Need you in me, baby,” You look up at him, tears already falling. You didn't care at this point and now you found yourself eventually falling into his clutches once again.

Bingo.

Touya smirks down at you, the smug expression although holding up changes into one of loving when he slips three of his fingers into your awaiting pussy. His palm grazes the top of your pussy as he effortlessly fucks you with his fingers, the sopping wet sound of your pussy signifying your essence dripping onto his fingers and setting your thighs and sheets beneath. You had just changed them too.

He curls his fingers up just slightly to hit at that soft spot at the rough of your pussy, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. You try tugging at your hands again, face burying into your bicep as you mewl.

“M-More.”

“I'm already inside you, babe,” Your husband teases. He pokes harsher at your g-spot to emphasize his words, the jab sending you over the edge. You could barely register how intense your orgasm is, but the mocking of Touya’s voice lets you know. “Squirting all over my fingers and I haven't even fucked you with my cock yet.” He grins down at you and lets go of your pinned hands, his other hand hesitantly retracting from your womanhood when you've finally finished. You groan as you slump against the bed, not even having the fight to use your arms now that they're finally released. But un(fortunately) for you, he's not done yet.

Touya loosens his tie and starts to undress himself, eyes watching down at you as if a predator watching its prey. When he pulls you in closer to him by your ankle, he's down to the boxers he wore under his business suit. His hands skim over your supple skin, admiring the way your sleepwear teased at your figure. To him it didn't matter what you wore, just seeing you as you are always made his cock stir.

His hands pull your clothes over your head and down your legs, savoring the last piece of your clothes with the other discarded pieces. Once you're completely naked, he gets in position by laying on his stomach and gets between your thighs. He places one leg on his shoulder and gives the plush area on the inside of your thigh a chaste kiss as he stares openly at your pussy. His other hand positions your thigh to copy the one on his occupied shoulder as he gets close to your core.

“Let me ruin this pussy.” He mumbles before licking a strip up your labia and swirling his tongue against your erect clit. A drawn out moan is pulled from you as that was only the beginning, the petting with his tongue now moving against your cunny as if he was trying to devour you.

His hands grip your thighs to hold you in place, your squirming no match for him. His tongue gave your labia a few long drags, unabashedly savoring the sweet tang your pussy gave to him. Obscenely, he moves a lower to insert his tongue, nose proudly pressed against your clit and ready to use it at your disposal. He gladly welcomes the rocking of your hips against his face, moaning as your slick coats his face in earnest. He mumbles against your lower lips, completely love drunk in it. You, lost in the pleasure and overstimulation to even care or notice. You needed this next release bad, and didn't care if it was starting to hurt.

His rough but smooth tongue deliciously lapped at your hole, unafraid of indulging itself into your hot cavern. His tongue swirls, although relaxed, successfully swirls itself around your gummy walls, tasting it as though it were his first time between your legs. Mixed with the wanton moans and the lewdness of his slurping, it was no surprise at how erotic this scene seemed and you thanked the heavens you two lived by yourselves. With utmost enthusiasm, you happily grounded your cunny against his face, reveling in the pleasure of it all. Soon enough his mouth was suckling on your clit again, one hand leaving to easily insert his two fingers into your cunt and finger fuck you from his position.

As your climax starts to arise a wave of emotions start to poke at you, emotions that you weren't expecting. In an odd sense, everything was happening so fast you were barely grasping it. God knows how long you've been feeling lonely in this marriage, and the thought was surely killing your mood the longer it plagued your mind. You groaned in frustration as tears of grit and annoyance start to twinkle in your eyes, needing to finish fast before this session becomes a mess -- more than it underlyingly was.

You don't bother to alert him as you finish, your body tensing as you finish against his mouth. Your hips threatened to raise off the bed but his strong grip on your front prevented you to do so, keeping your hips trapped against his hungry mouth. You sobbed out a plea as he tirelessly lapped at your entrance, his face messy with your slick all over it. Your clit throbbed from the overstimulation and your walls quivered as he relentlessly continued.

“Touya,” You mewled, your tone coming off more of a whine than warning. Reluctantly, he pulled away, licking his lips as he looked at you with his signature, smug, smirk.

“Sorry, couldn't help myself.” Touya pulls away but maintains the space between you, that being none for Jesus. He wraps your legs around his waist and shudders feeling your heat so close against his. He guides his hardened length in his hand, the light sliver of light that spills into your darkened room eliminating his awaiting cock.

He takes great dignity in pressing it flat against you, using the underside of his cock to rub against your clit with every lazy languid thrust. He mockingly moans as his cock brushes against your puffy and sensitive lips, only slightly pulling back to rub his mushroom tip against your heat and gathering your natural lube. You softly try to urge him to hurry up, waiting far too long for this moment. Alas, he listens although not kindly. His tip plays at your opening before sinking himself in and bottoms out inside you. Immediately your walls quiver around his length and you buck your hips to get more. He takes your lead and holds your waist in his hands, pushing you into his cock like a cock sleeve.

His thrusts are wet and sloppy as your pussy has more than enough slick to keep you two going. Touya deeply groans as your walls pulsate around him. His hips moved quick and fast allowing no mercy for you as he also was trying to chase a high as well. Except for unlike you, recently he hadn't cum at all in awhile. Not even a pathetic fap to get himself relieved from all things considered. If anything, that thought alone is what made him fuck you harder, all his frustration being released onto you.

He pulls your leg up and flips you onto your side. You groan at the change as it adds no mercy to his punishing stance. You're barely holding onto reality as he holds your leg up and folds it against your body. You tilt your head back once he reaches down to grab your neck, fingers squeezing at the column before he's leaning into pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. The added pressure of his body on yours adds to the weight being thrusted in you. A more than quiet whimper is sealed against his lips as he swallows all of your pathetic sounds, thoroughly enjoying how easy it is to have you in his arms again. His pretty little spouse who needed him just as much as he needed you.

Touya reaches down to diddle your clit as you take in his schlong, a grin reaching his lips as your body stills at the sensation. As his tongue wantonly plays with yours, a string of saliva connects you two as you part for more air. Your lips are swollen and messy from the kiss with the taste of yourself still fresh on your tongue. His eyes gaze in adoration as your eyes clenched shut, hands messily gripping at anything it can as you finish on his cock. It takes everything in him not to finish along with your climax.

He leans up and pulls out much to the greedy sound of your disapproval. He carefully let's your leg down and gives your ass a smack as he commands you.

“Turn around.”

You're already so fucked-out from the last orgasm that it takes you a second and another spank for you to get the memo. You get on your hands and knees and let your head hang in exhaustion, ready to pass out but not wanting to stop now. It's not like you were the one who had a full schedule tomorrow anyways.

You softly hum as you feel his hot cock press against your ass, the wet girth poking at your skin. He grabs his cock and strokes it a few times before teasing your opening with it, his other hand spreading your thick ass cheek to observe it and play with your puffy cunt lips.

“Mm, put it in for me, doll.” Touya commands, his hand that used to hold his cock then sliding up your back and gripping the back of your neck. You let out a muffled cuss as you messily try to reach for it under you, hands quick in its search and messily trying to find your hole. Your head lowers onto your pillow right where he wanted as you look over your shoulder, maintaining eye contact with him as you successfully guide him to your hole. “Go ‘head.” He encourages as his pelvis pushes forward for you to finish sinking yourself onto his length. You attempt to close your eyes as you slowly push back on him, his hand on the back of your neck then lightly slapping your cheek for you to open your eyes. “Look at me while you do it, baby.”

Fuck. He was making it harder than it had to be.

Your eyes flutter open as you look up at him in the dimly lit room, your eyes feeling electric as he hungrily stares down at you. You muster as much as you can to press your ass fully against him, his hand caressing your hips as you do so. With a final push your ass is snug against his pelvis just as he requested. Only a moments worth of adjustment and a small praise is all your awarded before he's pounding into you again. His hand stays pressed against the side of your head to keep you in position.

It's almost humiliating the noises you make out as he fucks into you. Your body is in collapsed doggy as you have no other choice to be ass up as he greedily watches your ass jiggle with every forceful thrust from him. His hand on your hip goes to squeeze your ass, his thumb threatening to enter your back hole from how he chose to hold you.

“Thats all this little slut needed, huh? Some attention,” Touya chuckles as he gives your ass a slap, the impact leaving a stinging impression on your skin. “My little spouse, all lonely the poor baby.”

You pathetically try to deny his claims although you both knew it was all talk. It was one of the reasons you were always puddy under his hands. He knew your body better than anyone else and you never had to go looking for other bodies when you started dealing with him. Every time you did, you weren't satisfied. Just as much as he was obsessed with you, you were with him as well.

“You'll take it back, right? You're not leaving me so soon?” He breathes against your ear, fingers harshly rubbing at your overstimulated clit. You nod your head as you feel another climax quickly approaching and you babble on, mind turning to mush as he pinches and DJ's your sensitive nub at the top of your pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes- fuck!” You yell out. Each moan and whimper from you is bopped out of you as he plummels into you. Your choice in sex toys had no comparison to any of this. “Cum—cumming!” You whine out as you try to warn him as it hits you again.

A shiver racks down you and you freeze up. You see white and your mouth hangs open as he doesn't stop for a second. Tears of pleasure and stimulation start to slip from your eyes, your cries sounding more than it had before.

“I'm close baby,” He reassures you and wipes your tears as he gets close. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses his front snug against your back once he finishes in you. His load fills up your inner crevices just as you had remembered. It's thick, runny and just as fulfilling as it always has been. You sob out as it overwhelms you, his hands softly rubbing your skin to help you come down.

— ✮ ★ ☆ —

There's a moment where you two collect yourselves and he's laying beside you. You're wrapped in his arms, both of you sweaty and worn out. It had been like you two weren't currently at odds with each other and a part of you missed it. Though this couldn't change much of what you've made your mind up about, even with your mindless promise before you chased your high.

A burning sensation hits your sinuses as you try to engulf yourself in him, face burying deeper into his shoulder and neck, not wanting the moment to end. Luckily, the AC in the room is on its lightest setting as your hot bodies need it to cool down.

Maybe you'll discuss your marriage tomorrow…

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[dadbodosamu]

what’s my name? [daddy] || part 3

Stepdad Miya Osamu x Cis!Fem Reader x Miya Atsumu

WARNINGS: pseudoincest (stepdad and uncle), threesome, daddy kink, creampie, cum eating, lowkey miyacest but not really, anal (f receiving), oral (f receiving), double penetration, painal, anal fingering, light degradation, dacryphilia, rimming (kinda), UNREALISTIC AND UNSANITARY SEX DON’T DO THIS

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part one || part two || part three

“How’d’ya like the show, Tsumu?” Osamu asks.

Your head jerks around to see Atsumu standing across the room, palming his cock through grey sweatpants.

“Oh, it was great,” Atsumu says. “Liked that part at the beginning. Something about taking us both at the same time?”

“U-uncle Tsumu!” You exclaim, still sitting on Osamu’s softening cock.

“What is it, doll? Tell Uncle Tsumu what ya want,” Atsumu says, coming up behind you. His hands run down your sides and back up your shirt, cupping your breasts.

“Want Uncle Tsumu to fuck me,” you breathe, bucking your hips as he pinches your nipples. Osamu hisses from the overstimulation under you.

“Yeah? Ya want this?” Atsumu asks, moving one hand to grab his bulge. You nod.

“Want you to fill me up, too, Uncle Tsumu,” you say, rolling your hips. Osamu’s cock twitches deep inside you, beginning to harden again.

“Want me to cum inside yer ass while Samu fucks yer cute, little cunt? Ya said ya would take both of us, doll,” Atsumu says, twisting your nipple. You moan lightly and grab Atsumu’s forearm.

“Wanna be full,” you moan as Osamu bounces you lightly on his fully hard cock.

“Is daddy not enough for ya, doll?” Atsumu asks, pulling your shirt off and tossing it across the room.

“Tsumu,” Osamu growls, squeezing your hips tighter.

“Daddy fills me up so well,” you say, running your hands down Osamu’s muscular chest. Osamu thrusts into you hard, pulling a broken moan from your lips.

“Stop hoggin’ her,” Atsumu says, pulling you up and off of Osamu’s cock. You let out a gasp at the sudden emptiness. Osamu’s cum pours out of you, running down your thighs and your eyes burn.

“Daddy!” You cry, reaching out for him.

“She’s not a fuckin’ toy, Atsumu,” Osamu sneers. Atsumu rolls his eyes as he carries you to his room.

“Are ya comin’ or not? How are we both supposed to fuck her on the couch?” Atsumu calls.

“Damn it, Atsumu,” Osamu swears, tucking his wet cock into his pants and following.

“Feel empty,” you pout. Atsumu lays you on his plush mattress gently.

“Don’t worry, doll, I’m gonna fill ya up real nice,” Atsumu says. He spreads your legs wide before pushing them up to your chest, revealing your messy cunt. Osamu’s cum oozes out of you, running down to Atsumu’s sheets.

“Daddy,” you whine as Osamu appears next to Atsumu.

“What is it, baby girl? Tell daddy and Uncle Tsumu what you want,” Osamu says. Atsumu catches the cum leaking out of you and slowly pushes it back in. You let out a small moan.

“I think I want her sloppy cunt, ‘Samu,” Atsumu says, sliding two fingers in you.

“Uncle Tsumu,” you moan as he scissors his fingers, needlessly stretching you out.

“Why don’t ya prep her ass, then?” Osamu suggests, pulling his shirt off. “Bet her little hole is so tight. Ya got lube, Tsumu?”

“Middle drawer,” Atsumu says, pointing at his nightstand. “Bet I won’t need it. She’s so fuckin’ wet, she’s makin’ a spot on the sheets.”

Atsumu pulls his fingers out with a lewd, squelching sound and presses one finger against your tight asshole.

“Ts-Tsumu,” you choke as he slowly pushes his pointer finger in. “H-hurts so good.”

“She’s so fuckin’ tight,” Atsumu grunts. “She’s suckin’ my finger in like a slut.”

“Relax, sweetheart,” Osamu says, squeezing your thigh as he hands Atsumu the lube. “Lube. Now.”

“I think she likes the pain,” Atsumu says. “Is that right, doll? You like it when it hurts.”

You nod. The burn only makes everything feel so much more sensitive, and before long you’re fucking yourself on to Atsumu’s finger, begging for more.

“More, want more, Uncle Tsumu,” you whine, grinding your hips down, trying to get more friction. The burning is all but gone and you find yourself missing it.

“Do ya want the lube, baby doll?” Atsumu asks. You shake your head.

“Wanna feel you,” you say.

“Are ya sure, baby? I don’t want you to hurt too bad,” Osamu says.

“Wan’ it to hurt,” you moan. “Feels so good.”

Atsumu breathes deeply before slowly adding another long, thick finger. You let out a high-pitched moan, fisting Atsumu’s white sheets tightly.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Atsumu groans. “Almost wanna fuck her just like this.”

You clench around his fingers at the thought of him taking you with barely any prep. Your virgin hole stretching around his cock, with only Osamu’s cum and his own precum as lube. You moan as Atsumu scissors his fingers, stretching you out.

“Ah, she likes that,” Atsumu says. “Ya wanna take my cock just like this? Feel it for days, doll, ya wouldn’t be able t’ sit without feelin’ me.”

“Wanna be full,” you whine. You moan as Atsumu roughly twists his fingers deep inside you.

“Samu, why didn’t ya tell me yer little girl was such a pain slut? Look at her, practically beggin’ me t’ fuck her dry,” Atsumu sneers. He adds a third finger suddenly. The new stretch knocks the breath out of you, your back arches off the bed and you gasp as Atsumu quickly pumps his fingers in and out of you.

“Hurts,” you moan. Your eyes roll back as Atsumu gathers spit in his mouth and spits directly into your hole.

“Aw, the little baby can’t take it, huh?” Atsumu coos, using his spit as lube.

“Do ya need lube, sweetheart?” Osamu asks, staring down at you worriedly.

“She can take it,” Atsumu says, fingers not slowing down. “Look at her, practically fuckin’ herself on my fingers.”

Your hips were meeting his fingers with every thrust. The stretch was burning all the way to your core and your juices were mixing with Atsumu’s spit, lubing his fingers in the process.

“She likes it so much, she’s creamin’ around nothin’,” Atsumu says. “Rub her clit, Samu.”

Osamu rubs his fingers through your wet folds before rubbing figure-8s over your clit.

“Oh!” You gasp, back arching. “More, more, please!”

Atsumu leans down and licks over your hole boldly before adding a fourth finger.

“What a slut, taking four fingers with no lube,” Atsumu sneered. “Bet ya could take my whole fist, isn’t that right, doll?”

“Atsumu,” Osamu warns. “Shut the fuck up before I end this.”

“Daddy, ‘m close,” you whine, walls clenching around nothing. “Wanna cum!”

“Go ahead, baby,” Osamu says. “Cum for daddy and Uncle Tsumu.”

You cum with a loud cry. Neither twin slows down, milking every last second of your orgasm. Your thighs twitch with overstimulation.

“I think she’s ready,” Atsumu says, pulling his fingers out. You whine at the empty feeling.

“Fuck me, please, I want it so bad, daddy, Uncle Tsumu,” you beg.

“You heard the princess,” Atsumu says. “How do ya want to do this?”

“Want daddy to hold me,” you say.

“I’ll be on bottom, then,” Osamu says. He leans against Atsumu’s headboard and pulls you on top of him, legs splayed out over his thighs. “Ya gonna be a good girl and take us both?”

You nod as you lift your hips. Osamu drags his cock along your slit. You moan as his cock catches your hole.

“Fuck me, daddy, please,” you whine, bucking your hips. “Please, I want you in me.”

Osamu lines his cock up with your hole, “Go on, sweetheart, take what you want.” You slowly sink down with a low moan.

“So good,” you breathe. “So deep in me.”

“Ya ready for me, princess?” Atsumu asks. His bare chest is warm against your back and you can feel his cock pressing against your ass.

“Please,” you say, arching your back slightly. “Wreck me, Uncle Tsumu. Make me hurt.”

“Fuck, yer sayin’ just what I want t’ hear, princess,” Atsumu groans. The fat head of his cock presses against the rim of your asshole. “Ya want it t’ hurt, huh? What’s the matter, daddy doesn’t give it to ya hard enough?”

“Yer a dick, Tsumu,” Osamu snaps.

Atsumu ignores Osamu as he pushes the head of his cock past your rim. You gasp and jerk forward unintentionally. Atsumu clamps down on your hips with an iron grip.

“Nah, princess, ya said ya wanted it t’ hurt,” Atsumu says. “I’m only givin’ ya what ya wanted.”

“Atsumu,” Osamu warns. You shake your head as tears burn at your eyes.

“More,” you grunt. “Hurts good.” You were more stretched than you’d ever been and Atsumu was barely in. Any pain you would’ve felt was washed away by the excitement of having both twins seated deep in you. You could already see the way your lower tummy would bulge once they were both balls deep. A shiver of excitement ran up your spine.

“Daddy’s so soft with me,” you say, slightly pushing back on Atsumu’s cock. “Want someone to fuck me until I’m broken.”

“Oh, I’m about to fuck ya until yer dumb, princess,” Atsumu says. You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Daddy’s gonna remember that, little girl,” Osamu whispers in your ear. Your walls clench around him at the thought of punishment.

“Might wanna hold her still,” Atsumu says, slowly sliding out. His grip on your hips hasn’t loosened and Osamu wraps his arms around you, holding you firmly to his chest. Atsumu leans down and presses a small kiss right below your ear.

“Still want it t’ hurt?” He asks, lips brushing against your earlobe. Before you can say anything, Atsumu’s cock is buried in your ass in one, quick movement. You lurch forward, trying desperately to escape the painful stretch. There’s no relief in the motion since you’re caged in by identical iron grips.

You let out a squeak of pain as tears cascade down your cheeks.

“So pretty when ya cry, princess,” Atsumu says, turning your head to the side. “I thought ya wanted it t’ hurt?”

You swallow a sob before you can reply. “S-so full, Uncle Tsumu. Gonna tear in half.”

“She’s fuckin’ chokin’ my cock,” Osamu moans. “She liked it. Her walls are just milkin’ me.”

“I told ya, ya had a little pain slut on yer hands,” Atsumu says. “She’s clenchin’ me so tight I can’t pull out.”

“Let her adjust a little, Tsumu,” Osamu says, “she’s already cryin’ like a little baby.”

“‘m not!” You protest, burying your face in Osamu’s chest.

“Oh, princess, ya shouldn’t’a said that…” Atsumu says. His hands tighten on your hips. “‘Cause if yer not cryin’, well then, I’m just not goin’ hard enough, am I?”

You hiss when Atsumu pulls out of you slowly.

“No, no, ‘m sorry, Uncle Tsumu!” You cry. “I’m crying!”

“It’s okay, sweetie, daddy’s got you,” Osamu says, holding you tightly.

Atsumu slams into you with a near thunderous clap . Your back arches as you dig your nails into Osamu’s stomach and you let out a loud yelp.

“Ts-Tsumu!” You cry as he pounds your ass relentlessly. The intense pain brings more tears to your eyes. Atsumu reaches around and roughly grabs one of your bouncing breasts.

“What’s the matter, princess? Too hard for you?” Atsumu grunts, rolling your nipple between his pointer and middle fingers. You moan loudly.

“Hurts!” You exclaim. “So good!” A sob wracks through your body. Atsumu moans as you tighten around him.

“What a pain slut,” Atsumu says. You nod as you cry. Osamu gently thumbed your tears away, pulling you down for a soft kiss.

“Yer such a good girl, takin’ us both,” Osamu whispers.

“Move, daddy, please,” you beg. Atsumu’s hard thrusts were pushing Osamu’s cock deeper in you but you needed more.

Osamu’s hands wrapped around your sides as he lifts you slightly off his cock. You whimper as Atsumu’s cock abuses you at a different angle. Osamu’s slow, deep thrusts were just enough to cancel the persistent pain caused by Atsumu’s hard and fast ones. You threw your head back in ecstasy as the twins fell into a brutal rhythm.

“Daddy,” you moan, hands running up Osamu’s thick chest. Atsumu grunts and twists your nipple. “Tsumu, ‘m so full.”

Your hand drifts down your own abdomen, tracing around the bulge where Osamu was seated deep in you. You moan before letting your fingers drift a little more until they reach your clit.

“Gonna cum,” you whimper as you rub the sensitive nub. Your legs twitch from all the stimulation.

“Go ‘head, baby, cum for daddy,” Osamu says.

Atsumu knocks your hand away, placing his own fingers over your clit, rubbing vicious circles around it. You moan loudly.

“Cum for me , princess,” Atsumu says. “Right. Now.”

You let out a high pitched moan as the coil in your stomach finally snaps. You gush around Osamu’s cock, walls squeezing around him as he moans.

“Fuck, squeezin’ me so tight, yer milkin’ my cock, sweetheart,” Osamu moans. His hips falter as his cock twitches deep inside you.

“Fill me up, daddy, please,” you moan, bouncing on his cock. “Want your cum in me.”

“Yeah? Want me to fill up yer slutty, little cunt?” Osamu asks. You nod. “Come ‘ere, sweetheart.” Osamu pulls you into a breathtaking kiss as he pumps you full of his seed.

“That’s enough o’ that,” Atsumu says. He pulls you up off of Osamu and into his chest. He easily manipulates your body until you’re face down in his mattress and your ass is up in the air. “Gonna fuck ya real well now, princess.”

“Fill me up, please, Uncle Tsumu,” you beg, arching your back. “Cum in me.”

“Fuck,” he swears. “Wanna cum in that sweet cunt o’ yers.”

“Please, please,” you moan as he continues to fuck your ass. “Want you to cum in my cunt.”

Atsumu looks at Osamu with the question written on his face.

“Go ahead, fill ‘er up, Tsumu,” Osamu says.

Atsumu pulls completely out, leaving your knees weak. He wraps one strong arm around you and plunges into your pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” Atsumu swears. “So tight, even after Samu’s filled ya up twice.”

“Fill me up, Uncle Tsumu,” you moan. “Cum in my tight, little pussy, please!”

“Whatever ya want, princess,” Atsumu moans. His hips stutter as you clench around him. “Fuck, gonna fill you up so good. You gonna cum for me again, princess?”

You nod as you reach down to play with your clit. “Want your cum in me, Uncle Tsumu,” you say.

“As soon as you- fuck!- as soon as you cum around my cock,” Atsumu says. “Want you gushing around me, milking my cock, princess.”

“So close, Uncle Tsumu,” you breathe. “Need more.”

Atsumu pulls out, flipping you over, before pounding back into you. He wraps his arms around you, lifting you into his chest. You moan loudly as he hits that spongy, little spot inside you head on.

“Cum on my cock, princess,” he whispers in your ear as you wrap your legs around him. You nod as he fucks you deeper than before.

“Fuck, fuck,” you moan, digging your fingers into his shoulders. You drag your nails down his skin as you cum hard, juices gushing, mixing with Osamu’s cum. “Please, fill me up, Uncle Tsumu! I need it, I need your cum in me!”

“Fuck,” Atsumu grunts as his cock twitches deep inside you. You roll your hips and your walls flutter around him as he paints them white.

“So, full,” you breathe as Atsumu fucks you through his orgasm. Your walls milk him until he hisses from overstimulation.

“Fuck, yer such a good girl, princess,” Atsumu says, laying you down next to Osamu.

You frown as you feel cum leaking down your thighs.

“It’s leaking,” you whine. “Wanna be full.”

Atsumu spreads your legs wide and leans down, licking a broad stripe up your messy slit. You gasp as his tongue pushes his cum back inside of you.

“Just gonna clean ya up, princess,” Atsumu whispers, pushing your legs up to your chest.

You clench around nothing, pushing his and Osamu’s loads out of your cunt. Atsumu licks it up with a low slurping noise.

“Come on, give me more, princess,” he says. He uses his thumb to rub circles over your clit. Your walls spasm from overstimulation.

“Tsumu!” You cry as you cum. Your juices squirt out, drenching his face.

“That’s my princess,” he praises, licking his lips. Atsumu wipes his face off before climbing up his bed to lay on your other side. “Come here, princess.”

You twist out of Osamu’s arms to face Atsumu. He grabs your chin gently and pulls you into a slow, soft kiss.

“I love ya, princess,” Atsumu mumbles, cupping your cheek. Your cheeks burn.

“I love you, too, Uncle Tsumu,” you say. Osamu’s arms tighten around you. “I love you, too, daddy.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” Osamu says. You yawn cutely and snuggle into the soft sheets below you. Atsumu yawns and tosses an arm around your waist.

“Next time, I get her cunt,” Atsumu says, closing his eyes.

“You’ll get what I give you, dumbass,” Osamu says.

“Bastard.”

“Bitch.”

You smile as the sound of the twins arguing fades as you fall asleep.

Next time…

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AOT if you were sick | 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

Headcanons on how some of the AOT boys would help/comfort you when sick! :)

Characters: Armin, Connie, Eren, Erwin, Jean, Levi, Niccolo, Reiner,

Gender: Neutral, no references to readers’ gender ! :)

a/n: I haven’t been feeling well lately so badabam badaboom here we go. Also I am trying a new format because I’m pretty sure when I write the bullet points it looks wonky on mobile?...I dunno man :/

𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝕬𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Right off the bat, Armin would ask what your symptoms are. Immediately after telling him he’d rush out to the pharmacy to pick up meds, and probably some comfort food, too.

How does he comfort you?

Armin would comfort you by bringing you things you need like medicine, wet towels, clean clothes, food, etc. Constantly, and I mean constantly asking if you want anything.

He probably would also set up a little sick-station in the living room with a blanket, pillow, cup of water, wet towel, bowl of soup, etc. and put on a TV show you like and just...chill while you watch or nap (if you fall asleep midway through).

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Only if you were super sick. He would 1000% be worried about you while at work, though. You’d get “How are you doing” messages every hour, and he’d totally end up annoying the sh*t out of his co-workers for constantly talking about you being ill. Armin would probably also pick up a little snack/gift for you on his way home.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Most likely not. Armin would be scared he’d get sick too, and then you’d have to take care of him. If you begged him for a quick kiss, or you really whined for some cuddles, then maybe he’ll indulge.

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊 𝕾𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

“Dang bro, that sucks.” And that’s all he says.

How does he comfort you?

I think if you asked him for something, he’d get you it willingly and eagerly, but otherwise he’s clueless; He assumes you’re good if you don’t say anything.

Connie would comfort you by hanging out with you. Most likely, he’d sit you down on the couch and play video games with you, like Mario Kart; or he’d show you him killing a really hard boss. I think he’d also send you funny videos/tiktoks, and I mean like, the really dumb ones, where it’s like...a fart sound effect over an image of a truck. Or a, “Can I touch that badonkadonk fool?”

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Yup, especially if you asked. I feel like Connie would take any chance he could to take off work, and you being sick would be his opening. He wouldn’t leave you alone all day, either; You’re stuck with him.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Connie does not care if you’re sick. You’re gonna get the same amount of treatment, maybe more if you whine and snuggle into his chest. He thinks you’re even more cute when you’re sick.

𝕰𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝕵𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Eren would say something like, “Oh. Are you alright?” If you said no, he’d make you a snack or ask if you want anything. Afterwards he would chill with you and probably cuddle or snuggle you. I doubt he would really worry, he’d be real calm about it.

How does he comfort you?

He’d bring you something if you needed it. The only time I could see him getting fussy about it though, is if you interrupted him while he was totally invested in a video game or on a work call.

Most definitely snuggles with you in bed. Probably would do something to tease you too, kissing down your neck and saying “Are you better yet? How about now? Are you better yet?” I can see Eren being totally down for an afternoon nap together anytime you wanted.

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

He would ask you if you wanted/needed him to. If you said yes he would, even if you weren’t really sick. Likewise, if you said you’re fine, but were far from fine, he’d call BS and stay home too; if you kept saying he didn’t need to, it’s very likely his stubborn a*s would argue with you and take off anyways.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Definitely. Eren would still, probably even more than usual, baby the ever-loving sh*t out of you. There’s no escaping his cuddles, kisses, or more...sexual activities.

𝕰𝖗𝖜𝖎𝖓 𝕾𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖍 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Erwin, like Armin, would ask what’s wrong right away. Except he would completely annoy you by asking a million f*cking questions about your symptoms. He’d probably google them too and list a ton of possibilities that are so far-fetched. He’d end up scaring HIMSELF and forcing you to go to the doctor.

How does he comfort you?

Up your A**. Every five seconds he would be like, “Need something? You’re sure? You’re sure you’re sure? I know I was here five minutes ago, yeah, but I’m just making sure. So you’re sure?”

Pets your head, ruffles your hair. Goes out to pick up medicine, snacks, maybe even flowers. Probably tries to brush your teeth for you. You know, Erwin things.

Would they take/call off work for you?

Y E S. Yes. This man would call off the whole WEEK. He wouldn’t leave you alone, either. The whole damn day he’d be breathing down your NECK. Even if the only discomfort you felt was a scratchy throat. He’d make you call off work too.

Are they still physically affectionate?

I feel like Erwin is on the verge of being either, “Yes, princess, let me hold you.” or, “Oh no, no, no, we can’t be having that. Oh no, no, no. No passing illnesses, sweetie.” If the second were true, the only way to get him off your back would be by threatening to hug him while snot was dripping down your nose. This grown ass man would probably be screaming like a (very deep-voiced) little girl and running for dear life.

𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕶𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Jean would be so FREAKING sweet, and nobody can tell me otherwise. He’d say something like, “Awe, baby. Are you okay? Want anything?” He genuinely cares; although, immediately afterward he did anything nice or caring for you, he’d text all his dude friends and be like “yo man I’m SUCH a good boyfriend.” and brag his a*s off.

How does he comfort you?

He’d ask every once in a while if you needed anything, and he’d randomly bring you stuff like soup or a fresh cup of water. He’d probably feed you it, too.

Depending on what you wanted, Jean would either leave you alone or smother you to death. If you wanted him to leave you alone he’d check in on you every so often, and if you wanted him to smother you, he’d literally follow you all around the house. I’m talking like, cuddling or napping on the couch/bed, or straight up just following you around like an overly-attached child. His arms would be around your waist, chin on your head, and he’d waddle behind you like a d*mn penguin. And that includes trips to the bathroom. He’d probably sit outside the bathroom and wait for you, though.

Would they take/call off work for you?

If you wanted him to, were really sick, or if you were incredibly pitiful and acting like you were on your deathbed. Otherwise, I think he’d still go to work. He would bring home snacks and flowers afterwards though.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Oh my god, Jean would still be all over you. Like, there wouldn’t be a moment you’d be free from his hold. He’d probably still want to have sex with you, too as long as you were feeling well enough for it...The only exception would be if you got too over-heated or over-whelmed, then he’d very sadly hold back. Like a scolded pup, he’d just sit there...watching you...wishing you were in his arms.

𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎 𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

You would tell him you’re not feeling well, and the first thing this man’d say would be, “What is it? You have the sh*ts? Something not coming out?” He’d get you what you needed immediately after you told him what was really wrong, though; but he’d also, very discreetly slip you a box of anti-diarrheals, too, just in case.

How does he comfort you?

Every once in a while he will ask if you need something. He’s not too over-bearing nor distant. Although, he’s probably constantly slipping you hand-sanitzers, and cleaning your room, or anything you’ve touched. It’s for your, and his sake. Oh, and he’s not handing you anything, either; he’s throwing it at you to catch. Or slipping his hand through the door with a bowl of soup/cup of water, and placing it on the floor/nearest surface. Kind of like when a cat pushes their paw through a crack, then disappears, and you’re like, “oh, would you look at that.”

I don’t think Levi would really want to be too close since he’s kind of a clean-freak, so he’d comfort you through, maybe, sending you low-quality cat memes he found on the web. Or he’d put on one of those full-on, ugly, yellow hazard suits and hold your hand while watching a reality-TV show like The Bachelorette meanwhile mocking them to oblivion. You’re legally required to laugh at the comments he makes about the people on the show; he’s doing it to be funny. He’s just awkward.

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

If you were pitiful, or not that sick, no. If you were genuinely pretty sick, then he’d call off work. He wouldn’t bug you, he’d just...stand in the corner and watch you. Just...he’d be there. Also still in his hazard suit. With his arms crossed.

Are they still physically affectionate?

No. Absolutely not. Not unless you’re talking about him and the cleaning supplies. I think if you tried to go anywhere near him, he’d get really mad and threaten you with a spray-bottle filled with water.

I think he would be upset, though. Like, I could see him having a calendar and just...sadly, squeakily dragging that marker down to form an X over the day to see how long you were sick, waiting ‘till you were better so he could hug you again.

𝕹𝖎𝖈𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

In a worried, but also kind of loving-scolding way, he’d say something like, “Geez, how’d this happen?” Immediately after he’d make you some homemade soup with fresh ingredients. Only after he would give you your medicine, because it needs a, “full stomach to work.”

Additionally, if he makes you food, don’t tell him if you can’t taste it. Please, god, don’t. He’ll feel like he did all that work for nothing then get annoyed.

How does he comfort you?

Constantly bringing you food or desserts. When he asks if you need anything, his mind jumps to a food or drink instead of medicine or a wet towel, because that’s just his strong-suit.

I feel like he would hang out with you and let you lay your head on his chest while you watched TV together. I picture him saying something like, “Hey babe, let’s watch Hell’s Kitchen.” Or, alternatively, “Hey babe, let’s watch Kitchen Nightmares.” Don’t watch Kitchen Nightmares with him. Those unclean kitchens will make HIM vomit, too.

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Niccolo probably wouldn’t call off, but he would make you a whole bunch of yummy meals for you to eat the next day. He’d probably leave you a cute little note too, like a “Feel better, love you! :-D” with hearts all over it.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Depends on what kind of sickness you had. I think if you lost your taste he’d draw the line, simply because he needs to be able to taste the food he makes. Also, it frustrates the sh*t out of him when he loses his taste. Otherwise, I think he’d be down to cuddle, and very limitedly, kiss.

𝕽𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖚𝖓 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Gets VERY concerned. Wants to take you to the doctor, even if it’s a light illness, because he wants to make sure it’s nothing bad. He wouldn’t leave you alone after you tell him you’re sick, either. Constantly by your side.

How does he comfort you?

You wouldn’t need to ask for anything, because he already has everything for you. You’re surrounded in snacks, bottles of water, blankets, pillows, wet towels, medicine, literally anything you need, it’s already there. He’ll even offer to carry you to the bathroom, just so you don’t have to move.

Reiner would probably cuddle with you and put on a romance, family, or Disney movie. If it’s extra emotional, it’s gonna make him extra emotional. He will be squeezing you for dear life and just saying stuff like, “Boy, I don’t know what I’d do without you...”

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Yes, even if all you had was the sniffles, Reiner would have already called off, and make you call off too. He just thinks that’s what you should do if a loved one is sick. If he left you alone, he’d get worried you’d end up falling or unable to get something you need. He wants to be there for you.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Reiner would, but in a much more sweet way. He’s genuinely really worried for you, and doesn’t like seeing you sick. So be prepared for him to constantly be holding you with your head on his chest, and him peppering kisses all over your face.

[peachysunrize]

- 🧸

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that is a–o–kay, 100% valid obviously, we wll have our turn offs and ons, and i feel so safe in your blog to voice out my tho(ugh)ts without receiving any criticism or being mocked and made fun of x

anyway... to make up for my last tho(ugh)t, i've come up w/ sumn which is stepping into 'new' territory for me and that's... fluff! but with like a modern!transmigrated (fem) reader and she's easily distracted, has the worst attention span and just struck in awe over the world of the Westerosi realm and isn't really, all that 'stable'? like bouncing off the walls in excitement, fascinated by all the characters now in the flesh especially Aemond, and reader doesn't mean to annoy him but she's not the brightest on picking up social cues...

so now we're here: Aemond 'politely' (he's gritting his jaw + grinding his teeth) asking reader what it will take for her to 'shut up' and sit/stand still and she replies "colouring." now back then i doubt they had colouring books (🧸 emoji anon fact! she is a sucker for a colouring book/paper, only way for me to be quiet #mindfulness) so she suggests for him to order one of the family painters to 'doodle' outlines of any drawings which come to mind but to not fill it in and like during a council meeting she's been invited by Aemond (like how Aegon invited his son Jahaerys and also added Aemond to his council) to attend a session because she's been relentlessly begging...

so she shows up, planting herself in an empty seat before whipping out the paper full of outlined drawings and some coloured pencils (bear with me please... i don't know if they had those back then but i cannot bring myself to care enough to search it up so shhh, just pretend...) and starts colouring away, shading and overlining, never colouring out of the lines, adding some ombre blah blah blah... and everyone is just staring at reader silently colouring away especially Aemond who is sitting right next to her and he thinks to himself "maybe i might take that up..." same with Alicent (s1 gal, had so much stress back then she wishes she had found out about this sooner) the Lords just sharing approving looks of reader's hobbies and Aegon just mindlessly sitting there thinking how boring she is because he'd probably only find anything fun when drunk <3

this is a long one... anyway i want– scratch that need more fluff :) of Aemond, there isn't enough!

You have no idea how much it means to me that I was able to create a safe space for you🥺🫂 you will NEVER be mocked and criticized by things you like! We might have different opinions but I’ll never do something like that. I love you🩷🥹

OH MY GOSH coloring books are a guilty pleasure of mine or anything like doodling especially when I’m thinking or talking on the phone (my younger sister has many coloring books so sometimes I join her lol)

BUT BUT BUTTTTT I CAN TOTALLY SEE AEMOND DOING SOMETHING LIKE THAT!!!!! He’s like urghhu just shut up and then he’s like wow you’ve got some talent on ya huh siisjaoajw and maybe he even sits down and spends more time with her🥹🥹🥹

[shirophantomvox]

Hisoka With a Short S/O

Hello, anon! I posted your other request but I’m very surprised that it didn’t receive any traction. I’ll have to re-blog it. It could be that there are a few posts about Hisoka with a tall S/O but I have not seen any posts about Hisoka with a short S/O. I won’t lie to you, this one was a bit challenging because I am not short in real life. In fact, I’m tall; too tall in my opinion. I hope you enjoy! As always, my inbox is open!

Headcanon 1: Endless amount of teasing. As tall as Hisoka is, being with a person that is nearly 3 feet shorter than he is is both amusing and adorable. He is 6 foot 3; he can reach the top of the cabinet, can touch the ceiling, and will hold your belongings over your head if he dislikes your attitude or if he feels like playing.

Headcanon 2: He enjoys being the superhero in most situations. Although he isn’t depicted as a superhero, he is considered to be one of the 5 main protagonists of the show. Unlike headcanon #1, he actually assists you if needed. If you want cereal and it is on the top shelf in the cabinet, he’ll get it for you. If you cannot reach the remote while laying in bed, he’ll toss it to you. During any situation where you need help, he will not tease you.

Headcanon 3: Sometimes his taunting could be rather sweet and innocent than hostile. If you have come from work and you appear to be upset, angry, or neutral, Hisoka will take it upon himself to cheer you up. Still distant from the whole “traditional affectionate phrases or names”, he’ll run to you and scoop you up into his arms. Instead of calling you and traditional pet names, he might call you his “little gnome” or “little Smurfette”.

Headcanon 4: He hates it when you ignore him. When you are feeling affectionate, Hisoka is often amused by what he considered begging. It’s not actually begging, but more of him being a stubborn mule. You’d throw your arms up in anger and walked away. As time went on, you caught on to Hisoka’s game and played it better than him. Whenever he tried to play hard to get, you walked away appearing to be unbothered. Hisoka didn’t mind either that is until he became “starved” or “hungry”. He turned into the beggar (pouting like a kid) for your attention, kisses, and cuddles. It was quite amusing to see him in this state and so tempting to capture the moment. To add insult to injury, a few times when you were watching TV or about to go out with friends, you purposefully applied glossy or matte lipstick 4 inches away from his lips. When he tries to steal a kiss, you jerk away telling him to buzz off until he has apologized. Once you return, you come home to the magician on his knees cupping his hands apologizing.

“Small fry--”

“What,” you ask plainly raising an eyebrow.

“--I mean cupcake.” He chuckles nervously. “I’m sorry for my teasing words. I shouldn’t have disrespected you like that. Please forgive me.”

Boy! Could you imagine if Illumi caught him in this extremely vulnerable state? He’d probably throw up for weeks!

“Fine, I forgive you. Now get off my freshly vacuumed floor, please.”

He jumped up and swept you off the ground. You gasped a little out loud because his grip was heavy and quick, causing air to rush against your face. Meeting the magician’s small piercing golden eyes made your heart flutter, a feeling you hadn’t felt in a couple of months. A smile crept on your face, patiently waiting for his lips to meet yours. The sound of both pairs of lips crashing into each other was a joyful, passionate sound. Oddly enough, the kiss felt different as if Hisoka was actually sorry for his actions. He’d apologize many times before but in the past, those kisses did not feel like the one you were engaged with right now. Once he released, the sound of wet skin made you both blush deeply. Although Hisoka could be quite annoying at times, this particular kiss made you fall in love with him again. Not only did his quirky behavior make your heart pitter-patter but the goofy appearance after every intimate act left you laughing.

“What’s so funny, cupcake,” he asked growing slightly.

“Some of my glossy lipstick smeared on your lips. Good luck removing that!”

Headcanon 5: Pampers you if you ever injure yourself. There has been a bruise on your left shoulder that formed as a result of glass falling on from a cabinet in your childhood home. Your mother was trying t get the cup for you but ended up slipping out of her hand and severally cutting your shoulder. Hisoka found out about this bruise during his usual flirting matches where he pulled down the shoulder part of your beautiful purple blouse. He was shocked. He is so used to using Texture Surprise to fix everything that seeing an actual bruise almost made him cry. He tried to use TS on your damaged skin, but it wouldn’t work. By then your scar shows a permanent line but is healed. On occasion, that shoulder would hurt if you lifted too much, wore a tight undershirt, or burn yourself from hot shower water. Anytime you wince in pain, Hisoka gently presses a few kisses against your healed skin to calm your senses. Trailing kisses up and down your arm, he finished by kissing the back of your hand.

Headcanon 6: He (sometimes) refuses to bend down to kiss you so you can stand on a basketball, stool, or something else to reach him. Just the height difference between you two is astonishing! When you two are out in public, people can’t help but stare because they just can not wrap their minds around he two pf you dating. On a normal day at hime, yes, Hisoka will not kiss you if you are not standing on a stool of some sort. In the public eye, since you cannot carry a stool with you, he will often place his hand around your waist and lift you up nonchilantly.

Headcanon 7: Loves letting you wear his suited shirts. His crop-top shirts always look like a full t-shirt on you and the view is so adorable to him that he takes multiple photos of you and uses them as wallpaper. Besides the height difference, Hisoka is much bigger than you. Everyone loves sleeping in baggy or large t-shirts (As do I IRL) and a plus is the strong, satisfying aroma emitting from his freshly washed shirts. He loves to wear Dior!

Headcanon 8: If you are not tall enough for certain activities, he will not participate. This applies to amusement parks that have height requirements. What fun would it be if he went on the demon drop and he could not witness your terror? If you were to afraid to enter haunted houses, he would be very upset but would pass up the opportunity.

[nathandepp]

Praise Ammit... for now

18+ no one listens to ts

Pairing: Harrow x fem reader

Contains: Betrayal, maybe angst, smut specifically p in v, oral(M receiving), sub harrow, moonknight stuff

~Praise the Mercenary~

Who is it? Arthur asked whole trying to contain his breathy moans and pants. The two people said their names and they were Harrows closest followers. After they said that Arthur looked at you if he were to say, "Please let me go". You gave him a look back that said, "Not a chance." He began to talk again saying that now wasn't the best time. As he was talking, you saw that he was becoming more calm and you couldn't have that. So you began marking his neck in love bites and hickies. He was desperately trying to hold back moans and whimpers while trying to talk. "Sir is everything okay?" One of the people asked. Just as he was about to speak, you rose from his cock and slammed back down trying your best to stifle your own moans. He panted out incoherent praises and curses as you did this."

𝓝𝓰𝓷𝓱-𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓱! " "𝓕𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓴- 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮, 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮-" "Sir? Are you sure you're okay?" They both asked in unison you heard the door handle jiggle like they were trying to walk in. You grabbed Arthur's chin and directed his gaze towards the door. You then whispered to him, " Go ahead baby, answer them. They're starting to get worried." You licked a stripe on his neck and peppered kisses on his jawline. He finally spoke up and said, "y-yeah I'm fine. I just got hurt, t-that's all." "But tell me what you needed?" You peppered kisses all the way up to his ear then whispered, "Good boy Arthur." He shuddered and begged for you to let him cum. " Well Arthur, after we hadn't found Ammit in the tomb, we had some research done as to who could've gotten to her before us." One of the followers said.

He was so busy trying to control his moans and whimpers that he only heard bits and pieces of what they were saying. You rose up from his dick and stopped your assault on his neck and walked behind him. The followers began speaking again saying, " Our research has led us to believe that it was the 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓻𝔂 that stole Ammit. However, if she hasn't stolen Ammit's Ushabti, she will know where it is." Arthur's head fell back and his eyes bored into yours. You reached around to his neck and grasped it, guiding his head to the corner of the mirror. You saw his eyes widen in shock and his face start to redden with embarrassment. "Sir? You know what, we'll come back tomorrow." And with that, they left leaving you two alone. In the mirror was something that you thought would make your fun with Arthur even more enjoyable. Something that he u̶s̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ love more than you. The Ushabti of Ammit. "H-how long as she been here?" Arthur asked with slight shyness in his voice. "You leaned down and said, The whole time." His eyes widened and he was looking directly at the statue.

"Now". You began to make your way down to his restrained cock. " You could tell me the truth, admit your disobedience,and receive a sweet, much needed release." You started sliding the cockring up from the base to the tip of his cock. You could hear the relief in his voice. "Or, you could continue to lie not only to me, but to Ammit herself and commit more sin than you've already have." You then slid the ring back down to the base and he whined out. "Your choice babyboy." You said looking him directly in the mirror. You started kissing his temple then made your way down back to his neck. "𝓜𝓱𝓶𝓶𝓶𝓶~ Okayy... I-I disobeyed your rules." You raised your eyebrow and walked in front of him pulling his neck restraint. "Tell me 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 how you disobeyed me?" His eyes looked at you in embarrassment. "Come on baby~" "Don't you wanna touch me and finally be able to cum?" He nodded eagerly. God, that's all he wanted. Was to touch you and kiss you then thank you for making this night something he'll remember for a while. " I couldn't contain myself so I... I set myself up on the bed-" "You were facing the door?" You asked. He nodded trying to figure out how that relates to the disobedience. " I masturbated for about 30 minutes, cleaned up, then waited for you." He said. "So you admit you disobeyed me?" You said small hints of seduction in your voice. He nodded. You grasped the cockring and said, " Words baby." " Yes Mistress. I disobeyed your rules." He said with such want to finally be free of the restraint. "You admit that you lied to me about following my rules?" You said. " Yes Mistress. I lied to you and I apologize." Arthur said. " Will you ever do it again?" "No Mistress I won't defy you ever again." You kissed his lips and let go of the neck restraint. You slid the ring off of his aching cock and walked behind him. You leaned down and whispered in his ear, " Cum for me Arthur." He did exactly that. He finally was able to get his sweet release. Long ropes of cum shot out from his dick and coated everything in it's vicinity. As he was cumming and moaning out praises and curses, he said something that literally made you cum right where you stood. " 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙼𝚈!!" Your heart fluttered, your core ached and your knees buckled until you gave up and fell to your knees. Harrow was so busy in his elongated release that he didn't even know what his words were doing to you.

" 𝕄𝕆𝕄𝕄𝕐𝕐𝕐 𝔽𝕌ℂ𝕂𝕂𝕂~ ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸-ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼𝔼𝔼~" " You felt like you didn't even need to pleasure yourself, it was like he was doing it for you. With his last plea, you came. All over the floor. You managed to crawl over to where he was sitting and untie his hands. He just starting to come down from his release. His eyes adjusting to the room only to be met by you (yes you got up after taking the rope off and mustered up the strength to walk) in front of him taking off the last restraint. You leaned to his ear and said, " You handled that beautifully Arthur." A slight smirk tugging at your face as you ruffled his hair and walked to run a bath. From the other room you heard, " I'm sorry mistress." You were slightly confused as to why he was apologizing so up walked in the previous room and asked what he meant. What he said next made you chuckle. " I wasn't able to grant you YOᑌᖇ release." "Oh Arthur. You did grant me my release, multiple times." You said while pointing to the puddle in front of you. "The reason you may not see it is because your cum is covering it." You chuckled as you saw him flush out of slight embarrassment. You went to check on the bath and came back to tell him it was ready. "Now it is my time to take such good care of you Arthur."

A/N- GAH DAMN whew I'm sorry for the wait and if this part is not that good or all over the place(no innuendo intended). Hope you enjoy and thanks for the support<3